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You're the real trip.

"So much blood!"

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1. Another day that ends in Y. When murder needs to happen you’re the weapon for the job.

2. How did I get here? The last thing you remember everything was fine and hunky dory… Wait, is this b-blood?! Hopefully there's someone who can help you and not hurt you.

3. Justified. This is war and wars are won with weapons, not words! Cut through your enemies knowing what you are doing is right.

4. Humor/Crack option. This really is your blood. Do you have intense nosebleeds every time someone even moderately attractive catches your eye? Are you Deadpool and constantly leaving heaps of blood everywhere? WHO IS GOING TO CLEAN THIS MESS UP?

5. Smut. Bloodplay, nuff said.

6. Gruesome to some, beautiful to you. Vampires, crazed artists, and evil scientists can eat their heart out. Or someone else’s…

7. Survival. Make it out alive. Prison, jungle, coliseum, HELL?

8. Wilcard! Make your own!

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[~~THIS HOLE WAS MADE FOR ME~~ YAY BLOOD!

Literally all prompts work. Henry covered in blood is a very common occurrence .D.b]

Edited 2016-05-22 08:37 (UTC)

[ Sticking to Gen for this! Vriska as the murderer, either in service to some job that involves murder, or because someone got in her way, or because she was trying to prove something... the list goes on!

Are you her co-murderer? (looking at you, Terezi or Eridan) Her target? A love interest? A meddling meddler? (What is your deal?) Come tag her! ]

[ no 4, 6 ]

Edited 2016-05-22 08:53 (UTC)

(Freak file cabinet crash anyone?)

( most anything goes if you assume she's the one drawing blood. she definitely won't be on the bleeding end of 2 or 4, for example. )

[ almost definitely the one causing the bleeding, and happy to do it. ]

( CW Compliant )

[ well, he is a vampire... ]

[Can do either or role!]

[ Well, she's a vampire... ]

( gen only, no 4 or 6 )

[No 4, prefer an OOC note about 5]

Hi, welcome to the Kingsman. Congratulations. You're a secret spy now, and babes love you, and your not dead best friend is a helluva mate. Oh and by the way, your dry cleaning bill for those specially tailored suits is going to be fucking outrageous.

Okay, maybe that was the worst possible thought Eggsy could have in that moment, realizing the blowback of putting the muzzle that close to the bastard's skull who was taking potshots at Roxy meant the entire front of his suit, and the WHITE shirt beneath it, was splattered in blood... and brain, and tiny slivers of skull. Slivers that may just have cut him, leaving some of that blood dropping down his own.

Not that he was thinking about that. Nope his mind was on two things. Coming up behind the other shooter he'd spotted, and did Kingsman have a dry cleaning service to go along with that tailor they used as a front. He wasn't going to be an insult to Harry running around in a stained shirt, after all.

Harry DeVere had taken a chance to escape from his nurses.

He wasn't meant to be outside the hospital, but he couldn't take being trapped indoors anymore. He had 'borrowed' an umbrella and stepped out into the yard, wrapped in a gown he didn't own and using his bare toes to counter his lack of balance and the fact he only had one eye to look out.

And that was how he'd found the sniper.

Hidden in the garden bed, wearing a logo on his hat that Harry didn't recognise but that filled him with a rage he couldn't explain.

So somehow, he had silently mounted the bed, disarmed the sniper as he turned on him and jabbed his stolen umbrella into his throat, pinning him to the ground. One foot rested on the rifle, his weight forward on the umbrella and thinking he should feel more revulsion that he did at having the man's blood spray over him as he gurgled his final breath.

Two steps, back to the wall, a whisper of his jacket over the stone and then Eggsy came around the corner, gun raised, steady, one eye closed...

and finding himself beyond not alone.

The sniper on the ground, and someone over him. His eyes took it all in within a moment but his mind was having trouble processing it all. The stance, the umbrella, a face he knew despite the patch, the roughness to his haircut where the hospital had let it grow out a bit.

It was Harry Hart. There was no question in Eggsy's mind. He had memorized that face, the way the man carried himself. He had emulated all he knew about Harry over and over again until Gary Unwin on the job was practically Harry Hart. If a couple dozen years younger. He knew that man up one side and down the other. He practically lived as him. Which was why his reaction was a given.

A slight tremor in his hand, a bit more of a pronounced one in his voice as he utter. "What the fuckin' hell is this?!"

There was a voice and again, Harry found his body moving without thought. The umbrella slid through his grip so he held the blood end, snapping the handle to hook the gun and flip it out of the young man's hand.

He was covered in blood too. They both were. He wasn't sure what to make of that.

And then his body reminded him that he'd been hospital bound for two months and it didn't like all this activity. He found himself toppling sideways, not quite able to catch his balance.

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