bakerstreet | Covered In Blood meme

I gave you blood, blood, gallons of the stuff...

1. Another day that ends in Y. When mass murder needs to happen you’re the weapon for the job. Employed? Owned by a secret organization? Untamed embodiment of extreme violence? Either way someone’s going to try to stop you eventually.

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 the masses knowing what you are doing is right. Does that mean the enemy of your enemy is a friend, or is everyone not part of the solution a problem?

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. Wilcard! Have something different in mind when you clicked? Go with it! Or re-roll/mix and match.

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[open to all aside from 4 or 5]

( info/prefs in journal! good for either role but i'd love to write her going feral to protect someone. )

( info )

[it's probably fine!]

[ Ask first regarding 5 but otherwise ota ]

[ don't worry, it probably belongs to some oni. ]

When Arpad opened the door, it was already too late. He shouldn't have looked up, but the metallic sound of the bucket caught his attention before he knew what it was -- giving him barely any time to reflexively try and close his eyes against the falling object and liquid.

Sploosh. There's a clang as the bucket hits his head afterwards, thankfully not having fallen far enough to actually hurt him -- followed by another ringing clang as it hits the floor, briefly rolling in place before finally coming to a stop, spilling out the last of its contents as it does so.

He's stunned, too stunned to speak or even open his eyes, before slowly recovering, bringing his arms up to try and wipe his face with his sleeves.

"Please be fake, please be fake, please be fake..." he repeats softly to himself; but some of the blood finds its way into his mouth while he speaks (shouldn't have opened your mouth, Arpad!) -- the taste is metallic, not chocolatey, and he coughs and spits as his body tries to expel the offending liquid from his mouth. If it's fake, it's a very well made fake.

((Someone set up a "bucket of water above the door" prank, but with pig's/fake?/etc (plz not human/other sapient) blood instead of water. Arpad probably wasn't the intended victim, but was the one who triggered the trap anyway. Help him out?))