[Duplicity] IC Inbox

[rogueinladysclothing]

Text | Voice | Video | Action | un: LadyRogue


[Amelia's device is ready for messages. Send away as you will.

Upon reaching her inbox, there's a long pause. And then, when the caller might think this is some prank or the inbox is improperly set up, a soft voice speaks:]

"Leave your message. We'll speak later."

Comments

[rogueinladysclothing]

Amelia remains silent as Grayson takes his time with their secondary mark. She holds the trembling man against her, still and unflinching in her push to keep his focus on the obscenity of having his wife taken from him in this way.

There's no escape for him. No chance of mercy. No release from the pain. Now he feels the struggle and helplessness he forced on them. Now he feels how much suffering he inflicted on them by making them hurt one of theirs. It's satisfying in a way she's needed since that first morning after they were all sent home when she was still sick with guilt, fury, and pain.

The rogue rises to her feet when beckoned, dragging the shell of a man along his knees with her. He's not worth hauling to his feet. She stops them next to the dead woman, holding his head down to look at her for a moment before she grips his chin and forces him to look at her.

"This is the prices of your cruelty and senseless need for suffering for suffering's sake." She leans close, breathing her last words against his lips. "I hope it was worth it."

A brief, angry smile pulls across her lips before she stands again, stepping behind their prey and holding his shoulders in front of Grayson. "As you like him. He's not worth the blood on my blades, but that doesn't make his blood entirely useless to you."

[winstre]

"Not at all." He doesn't need the gesture, raising his hand. He wants clarity for the man, awareness that he's the reason for what follows. Ribbons of blood emerge from him and not just orifices, the pores of his skin. They flow in strangely beautiful formation, like electromagnetic whorls, absorbing directly into his palm. He grows more flush as the man grows more pale. Weaker.

Before he can swoon, Grayson stops the flow, absorbing the last of what's flowing through the air. "Break his neck. We're almost done here." One last thing, but not before they're out and away.

He's going to burn the house down with such intensity, there will be nothing left for the forensics detectives to analyze save ash.

[rogueinladysclothing]

There's a brief moment where the man in her arms realizes what's about to happen and starts to panic. His eyes widen and his lips part to beg for mercy, only to be cut off with a swift movement of Amelia's hands and a loud crack. The body slumps to the floor as the rogue stands, dusting her hands off as if they'd been dirty by merely touching him. In a way, they were, and she's glad to be rid of his filth.

She kicks the man's body away from his former wife's, then steps aside. With no one else in the house and everything quiet in the darkness, she gestures to the bodies and then the door.

"Are we taking them with us?" He's mentioned the ability to dispose of bodies in the past, but she suspects it means removing them from a home filled with flammable objects. She's going to be very pleased to hear that they're setting the whole damn place alight.

[winstre]

"No. They were careless with the candles in the darkness. It will be a wonder if the fire doesn't spread." It won't. He'll see to that. They don't know who lives in the other houses. Simply being native to this place isn't enough to earn his ire.

"Come. I'll show you another gift of my blood." He stands and steps over the bodies to vacate the premises. He walks a good distance from the house, concealing himself deep in tree shadow before calling up the flames from the still burning candles, hotter and brighter than anything natural. In minutes, the house is a spiraling inferno of white hot destruction.

At the wail of sirens in the distance, he says, "That's our cue to head home. Good hunt. We'll do this again sometime soon."

[rogueinladysclothing]

The flames are a spectacular sight, brought about by magic she can't see and doesn't yet fully understand. Someday she'll ask him about it. Tonight, she simply enjoys the satisfaction the flames bring as they takes the house and its trash with it.

She grins as he calls an end to their hunt, eyes full of wicked delight. "Whenever you're ready, you know how to contact me. I have a list we can start on if yours becomes shorter in my absence." A small, dark chuckle falls from her lips as she turns from him.

"Good evening, Grayson," she whispers back to him. "May the rest of it be as pleasant as the start has been."