THAT'S NOT GOING TO COME OUT.

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COVERED IN BLOOD MEME So you're a bit of a mess. Or you're stumbling upon a mess. What happened? There's blood everywhere, what the hell? Is it your blood, animal blood, the blood of someone you murdered? Hell, maybe you ran out of tampons. Anyway, no matter how it got there, you're (or someone you know is) covered in blood. Can it be explained away? If not, is someone going to prison? The hospital? Going to die of blood loss? Get in trouble for playing catch with the blood bags? Man, we don't know. The point is you have a mess to clean up. Or roll around in gleefully, you nasty fucks. • Top level your character. Include any details you might think are relevant. Or don't. As always, we're not the cops. • Reply to other people's top levels! • While this meme is bound to have a lot of potentially triggering content, content warnings for anything ott or very extreme are probably a good idea! • Have fun!

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Time for that tainted AU scenario... [CW: gore, likely nsfw]

[lukeim_yurlin]

[While still attached to the Shepherd and his Prime Lord, Rose and Dezel are and would always be the driving forces behind the Sparrowfeathers and Scattered Bones. Even turning toward Malevolence didn't and wouldn't ever change that. In fact, accepting this darker side made running their assassins guild even easier. Oh, certainly they still kept to some degree of so-called honor, as recklessly killing anyone and everyone would soil their reputation and make it more difficult to pick up clients. Wouldn't do for them to scare off their comrades, either. Eguille and the others remained family (albeit family who had yet to be fully tainted with Malevolence, though that would come in time) and necessary for the business. Though perhaps these days it was more like...standards than honor. The bigger and more dangerous the target, the better. Small time bullshit was less worth their while.]

[Speaking of bigger and more dangerous than the usual two-bit contract fare, the job the two of them were finishing up had been something of a well paid thrill. A corrupt individual with far too much money had been running a number of shady business deals and scams, including granting high interest loans to those desperate for gald, only to take them for everything they were worth later and leave their bodies at the bottom of rivers. Fake elixir dealing, abusive prostitution services, blackmail... You name it, this fellow had his hands in it.]

[Or did have, anyway. If he even still had his hands. His personal guards sure all hell didn't, seeing as how Dezel had torn them limb from limb in the hallway outside his bedroom. While Rose had gone in to deal with their target, the half-dragonized wind seraph had painted the walls and floor with blood, easily shredding everyone who came up the nearby flight of stairs to aid their master. They couldn't see him, they couldn't fight him, they couldn't stop him. And by Heldalf, it felt so good to cut loose and deal out swift vengeance for all those lives that had been taken for the sake of one pathetic, greedy human. Sure, eventually everything would be consumed by Malevolence, but even these bastards didn't deserve that honor. They deserved to die, every last one of them.]

[One final scream echoes through the halls as Dezel tears out his last victim's throat, the violent motion spattering his front in yet more crimson. Wings quivering with the thrill of delivering death, he licks his lips, long tongue flicking out around the sides of his mouth to clean off the numerous drops of blood that managed to dirty the lower half of his face.]

[Ah, but enough standing around amidst mutilated corpses. It's time to see how his partner is doing with their actual target. Boots making squelching sounds over the wet floor, Dezel heads for the bedroom door...]

FUFUFU

[shivmeabreak]

[When Dezel opens the bedroom door, he's greeted with further proof of their mutual descent into hell: a bloodcurdling scream from the man they've been paid to kill. There's no gift of a relatively painless death and peaceful rest for their victims these days. Unlike the Scattered Bones' initial method, Rose is taking her time with this one, seated on him with legs straddling his waist. Oh, she had still tallied up the man's crimes, of course. Made her judgement from atop a dais fit only for those who'd suffered like they had. But now her blade swings through the air in graceful arcs to slice their mark's skin and muscle for each wrongdoing counted off. What started as small nicks for lesser transgressions has progressed into gaping wounds befitting his heinous crimes. Blood flows freely from every limb of the man's body, turning him into a lonely island adrift in a sea of red. It's a glorious sight made possible by his own avarice; after Rose severed his hamstrings at the start, escape was impossible and the opulent bed upon which he'd been sleeping became a plush casket. Hell, the sole reason he hasn't bled out by now is the two curtain ties she's made tourniquets. Couldn't have him dying on them too soon...]

[Not before justice has been delivered, at least. A key point that may elude them if she continues at this rate. So Rose whips off her mask and tosses it aside to leer down at this 'criminal mastermind,' savoring the way his dilated eyes dart about before fixating on her raised dagger. How could anyone be so naive, so conceited as to think themselves immune from punishment after ruining countless lives and taking untold others... It makes her want to laugh. And she does, jamming her blade through one of the man's arms until the hilt pinches at his skin and pins him in place. Though he chokes on blood from biting his own tongue, Rose doesn't let up. Allowed the chance to grasp his wrist, a swift motion brings the other weapon down, passing safely by her own fingers yet taking one from him. Immune to the ensuing screams and animalistic thrashing that sends a smatter of blood up her cheek, she relieves the man of his remaining digits, singing out each charge they're payment for. Only due to his thumb sailing off towards the doorway does Rose notice her seraph's presence, but it earns a grin all the same.]

Ah, done playing with your food already?

[Rose's tone is teasing as she pulls her hair out of her uniform's hood and beckons for Dezel to come closer. They've still got a few minutes before this one dies of either shock or exsanguination; no reason to allow him an ounce of comfort, including relief from the pressure of having an assassin (slight as she may be) seated on his bloodied body.]

Glad you didn't miss out on the main course. C'mere and give me a hand. Or him. He could use one.

[lukeim_yurlin]

[As Rose relieves the man of his fingers on one hand, the air currents stir about assassin and target, assessing the damage for Dezel as he approaches the bed, wings draped around him like a leathery, deep green cloak. The doors he leaves open in his wake; the wind has already told him no more life exists within the mansion. Unless more guards arrive from outside, it's unlikely they'll be disturbed before it's time to leave.]

I might have rushed the last few... Got a little impatient, wanting to see how you were doing in here.

[The admission is made with a smirk and a hint of affection, Dezel stopping alongside the bed and tipping his hat back over his horns to expose his blind eyes, which still roll down in the direction of their target despite their clouded tint.]

Huh, what a pathetic mess of a man. Has the fool started pleading for you to kill him and get it over with, yet?

[Certainly not something he deserves, though as Dezel turns the wind toward Rose herself, he does find himself rather eager for this to be over. The sight of her flecked in blood and seated triumphantly over their fallen foe is enough to awaken the fallen seraph's desire for her. But business before pleasure, as they say...]

[shivmeabreak]

That's sweet of you. Fortunately this one didn't require much effort, so we can get in some fun together.

[Unlike the last victim, a certain pure knight of Rolance who ignored their threats veiled as concerned advice and instead necessitated his disposal. Though unsanctioned by either country, Sergei's death was the rare one Rose felt a twinge of sadness over. His naive enthusiasm and unwavering dedication reminded her of Sorey. Which was precisely why they had to act when word came round that the Platinum Knight's captain noticed patterns between the Sparrowfeathers' movements and discord left in their wake. At best he would've held them for questioning, at worst, Eguille and the others would've been alerted to a change in their boss. Rose couldn't have that. Her family would be the last ones she'd send off before joining Dezel in reducing the world to ash so it could start from scratch.]

[But all in due time. There's plenty of enjoyment to be had here and now, though Rose's brows furrow as she glances back at the gibbering human and shakes her head. Funny how she's begun not to think of herself as one.]

I think he's too far gone for us to get anything intelligible out of him. You'll have to try maiming someone in front of our next job - that might help keep them focused. Bunch of egotistical pigs...

[Put out about her latest toy having lost some of its novelty, one of Rose's hands slides almost tenderly up the writhing man's side, stopping just below his rib cage where a small but deep cut is. Grin turning wicked, she digs her thumb into the wound at an upward angle so another wordless cry rips from the man's throat. It's a sound that makes her shiver in delight.]

Mmm... Don't you just love how they squirm about as if it'll save them? It's not as wonderful as feeling you beneath me, but...

[Hazarding a needy look at Dezel, Rose runs her tongue over her lips. Maybe they should wait until this idiot has expired but really, why? Some extra warmth and motion could shake things up.]

[lukeim_yurlin]

Tch, what a pity. Lack of pleading always sucks some of the enjoyment out of a job, especially when they start confessing their sins and apologizing like it'll matter.

[Noting that one of the man's ears is already torn on one side, Dezel reaches down with one hand and grips it, giving it a solid, wrenching twist and a tug to rip it off. A deeply pained screech follows, though Dezel has little reaction to all the noise save a condescending sneer as he carelessly tosses the bit of flesh over one shoulder.]

[He then stands by and watches as Rose continues to attack what remains of the man's ability to feel by digging a finger into a wound and getting her glove bloodier as a result. It's not so much the outcry nor the blood that has Dezel's attention, however. Rather it's that slight shiver than runs up Rose's spine, something he can easily detect through the air currents. At the mention of being on top of him and catching that needy look, Dezel bares his triangular teeth in a grin.]

Sounds like you're getting distracted...

[Wings unfurling, Dezel makes his way around to the other side of the bed so he can climb up behind Rose, heedless of any reaction from the man underneath her to the sensation of more weight on the bed and his wounded legs. He then wraps his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder and taking a moment to lick a few drops of blood from the side of her neck.]

Finish him off and we'll go. [The words are breathed into her ear, unmistakable need behind them.] Then you can have me beneath you and in you...