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mansions2013-09-18 11:54 pm
anangryinch) wrote in mansions2013-09-18 11:54 pm
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[Thistle's in a bad mood, not that it'd be easy to tell one of her bad moods from her good moods. She's lounging in an armchair in the study and sharpening a throwing knife. When she's satisfied, she flings it at the entrance.
Should you happen to walk in at this moment, this will probably sail uncomfortably close to your head and land with a loud thwack as it's embedded in the door frame.]
Should you happen to walk in at this moment, this will probably sail uncomfortably close to your head and land with a loud thwack as it's embedded in the door frame.]
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If it is desperate enough to need to produce a new host from scratch, it must not be able to inhabit its current one much longer.
Destroy both host and host to be and at best it will be killed, at worst it will at least retreat.
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[The look on her face suggests she might consider it worth the sacrifice.]
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I take it you are familiar with them, then.
Perhaps. She said the creature was not bound to any kind of item, so perhaps its influence could not be removed otherwise.
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But I don't know if she destroyed it.
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It did not seem to resemble any manner of the occult I know personally, but... I suspect it operates much the same regardless. It is a parasite and it requires a host to be any threat.
oops i left the tag open in a window again
[Beat panel.]
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[She raises her eyebrow.]
I hear more and more that there have been Shadow Games conducted that I was not aware of.
Regardless, it itself does not seem to be here. Merely the girl and its promised host. That part seems simple enough to solve.
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[...wait Thistle what are you suggesting.]
We don't have the facilities to solve that sort of problem.
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I've all the facilities I need right here.
[KNIFE GLIMMER]
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...
No.
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I could make it relatively painless.
Trust me, whatever I do would be a far kinder fate than what she has in store for it.
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[i can't believe i'm defending someone god
ed this is what you do to me]
Especially that one.
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[sheee wasn't talking about cutting out the babby lol :'>]
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[She's going to be coming around the chair now so she can grab Thistle by the shirtfront.]
If you hurt her I will snap your neck.
Clear?
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Are you that eager for my blades, woman?
[Kaiserin might feel the sharp point of one of the throwing knives at her throat :'> im a jerk lol]
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The tightening of her grip on Thistle's shirt and the quickening of her breath could easily be mistaken for the symptoms of fear.]
You. won't hurt her.
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The knife is sharp enough to leave a shallow cut with a very light touch, and she draws a thin, slow line over Kaiserin's throat. It's not even deep enough to bleed much, but she thinks it'll be. Scary. sure. scary, thistle.]
And what concern is it of yours?
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She flushes as Thistle draws the knife (with such an expert hand) over her throat.]
She. She's my.
Nnh...
[when was the last time you had this effect on a lady thistle]
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...
Well. That's not the usual look of terror, but she'll take what she can get.]
Your what?
[She draws the blade up to Kaiserin's jawline, tracing her jawbone and setting the tip of her knife in the cleft of Kaiserin's chin. It probably bites into her skin a bit more deeply than the one at her throat since Thistle knows there's a bone in the way to stop it ;>]
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[Rival? Friend? With benefits? It's hard to concentrate on this question when there's a beautiful person working on her with a knife.]
She...mmh...she's important. to me.
[The fist clenched in Thistle's sweater is beginning to relax.]
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want another one ;>
But unfortunately part of her understands and she sighs almost silently. At least cutting up Kaiserin makes her feel a little better. :[ ]
I don't see her as the victim in this situation.
[She brings her slightly bloodied knife up to the much taller lady's lips.]
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You...can't hurt her. mmf
[Her tongue flicks out for a moment to taste the blood on the knife.
Her hand moves from Thistle entirely now, so she can brace herself on the back of the chair as she leans in.]
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Well, you seem to have no issue with me hurting you.
[if anything she looks a bit. confused.]
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...You're confused?
After that?
[She feels like it has to be pretty clear what just happened.]
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Hell if I know what goes on in the minds of women!
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