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[rogueinladysclothing]

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[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."

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[chrisisofaith]

Chris is there when Amelia nods to him and the man turns. He's pulled the shadows of the alley closer and made his eyes black as voids as his wings stretch out to fill the alley wall to wall. The smile he offers is sharp and feral as Chris takes his hands from his pockets.

"Run...or beg, you worthless filth. Beg for a mercy you don't deserve and we'll see who's the better man."

There's a flash of hatred in Jacob's eyes and Chris can see how he seems to gather himself up and storm towards Chris even as the cleric doesn't move. "I don't beg to uppity subs, especially monster-fuckers like you. I bet you jerk it to him being a fucking little freak. He deserved it."

Chris' smile seems to flicker wider, unnaturally so and he cocks his head to the side. A single hand reaches slowly out towards the guard and there's a flicker of uncertain fear in the man's eyes Chris cherishes. Jacob's hand makes for the power nullifier under his jacket and at his hip and Chris doesn't pause in his movement, confident his accomplice would make short work of the man's pathetic comforts.

"Wrong answer."

[rogueinladysclothing]

Jacob moves, and it's not fast enough. Amelia's blades are at the ready, one across the top of his wrist and another across his cheek as she darts around him and then back again. All the man can do is howl in pain and hunch over, hands gripping at the cuts she's left behind. It leaves him open for the rogue to disarm and rob him, his depowering device and phone on the ground in front of him before he can blink.

"You won't be needing those anymore."

She forces him forward a step, down onto his device with a short jab with the tip of a knife between his ribs. He cries out again, trying to whirl around to see her, his feet finding only his weapon against people like Chris and Jon and Wolfe to destroy it. Unable to call for help, to prevent magic from being used against him, he tries to grab for Amelia. She laughs at the attempt, letting him brush a hand across her arm before spinning out of his reach, bringing an arm across his shoulder blades, and dropping him to his knees with a cut of her knives across the back of them.

He's made his last mistake, and the terror in his eyes as he looks up at the encroaching cleric says he realizes that. Amelia grins, grabbing Jacob's hair and yanking back hard enough to make him cry out once more.

"The only thing deserved in this place, is the pain we have for you. Only this time, you won't live long enough to enjoy it." She digs her nails into his scalp, drawing blood before she tosses his head forward and looks up to meet her cleric's eyes.

"Jon deserves better than what this place gives him. We're going to even that a little today."

cw: violence, torture, death

[chrisisofaith]

Chris watches her dance with the appreciation and marvel it deserves. It is one of death and in its way it calls to him for its beauty. She jerks their prey's head back and Chris continues his approach, his attention still on her. She deserved it more.

"Even just a little is something...more than any filth of wasted life like you grant another." His eyes flick back down to the lump of flesh, panting and scared and doomed on his knees. He reaches out, hands calm and gentle as they cup the guard's face. Chris' smile is cruel and so satisfied in that breath of space.

"How terrible you only die once." It's another blink before the sickly black spreads through the man's veins, searing his blood inside his own body and pushing out. Wounds visibly spread and deepen across the man's skin and bleed him slowly. It runs over Chris' hands and their victim screams until he very sharply can't and falls to the ground. It's not a quick death, the cleric makes sure of that...but he kneels down by the man to watch every moment of it. When his final breath leaves him, Chris watches and cherishes it.

"There now...may your soul scatter as useless as dead leaves and no one else know the foulness of your touch but the barren soil you turn to. I'll be sure to tell my love you'll haunt him no longer."

[rogueinladysclothing]

It is a pity that they can only kill this man once, but there are more where he came from. Another Chris has even mentioned to her by name. They'll find that one someday soon and end him the same as they did this one, perhaps with even more pain when they're clearer headed. Assuming he doesn't die of terror on his own first.

Amelia drops the dead man in her grasp after she's certain he'll take no more breaths, dusting her hands before noticing the blood on them. Something else to take care of, because she's not about to let this piece of filth stain her. She takes a black handkerchief from her pouch and offers it to Chris, using it or a second to start cleaning her hands of the last remnants of a life now gone.

"Have you a plan for where we should leave this example for the city?" she asks, calm and utterly without concern for how out in the open they still are in this alley. Given how dark it's become, she doubts anyone will be unwise enough to follow them in here. She finishes cleaning her hands and then begins to wipe her blades, glancing down at their prey with a thoughtful expression.

"I don't think he's worth making a statement out of, but I'll leave that decision to you. Whatever your choice, I have your back and support you." Even if all they do is stuff him in a trash bin or set the body ablaze, the rogue is ready to be fully rid of this asshole.

[chrisisofaith]

He holds up a hand to let her keep her handkerchief for herself. For his part, he lets magic do its thing and a gentle purple glow quickly sees the red on his skin gone without a trace.

"I've no care for the body of anything dead, he's simply a pile of meat and bone. I'm just as pleased to let carrion have him as I am to dump him in a dumpster." That said, he does take a quiet moment to offer a prayer of apology to the Matron. He was meant to offer a merciful death, even to those who'd wronged him or his...but he wasn't so good a person as that.

"Let's tuck him behind a dumpster. Lets living things eat of him as they like afore anyone's likely to notice the stain he leaves. It's all he's worth now." He pauses a moment as he turns to the body to consider where best to take it...and looks back to Amelia. "Thank you, darling. I hope that healed some small bit of you as much as it did me."

[rogueinladysclothing]

"You never need to thank me for this, Chris. My blades are ever at your disposal." The same way they are for all of her people. The corner of her mouth turns up in a smirk. "I always welcome the chance to rid this city of more filth, too."

They hardly present the kind of challenge she'd prefer, but dreams does it feel good to truly give back to this city what it deserves.

She's quiet as takes up the body and carries it to the first dumpster they can find, dropping it again without a single care for what disrespect this may be in the eyes of others. If the man didn't want to end up dead in an alley, he shouldn't have taken up the post he did with the city. In her eyes, it's that simple, and everyone else in the city's employ would do well to note the same.

Once the dumpster's been pushed into place and stopped with rocks in its wheels, the rogue cleans her hands once more as they turn their back to their work and make their way back down the way they came from. Before they step back out onto the street, she pauses them, a serious but fond smile on her face.

"May you sleep well tonight, my cleric. You deserve as much and more." She traces the air beside his face with a hand for a few seconds before withdrawing, still turned to him as she backs into the crowd on the street and disappears into them. "Call for me when you need me. I'm always here for you."