monday's child is fair of face (2/2)

[palfriday]

CW: death, probably gore, possibly more TBA

[and that’s what you missed on glee.

and so, there “Friday” is, standing on the roof of the bar. the attention of the party has surely turned to her by this point, but she doesn’t care about that. she just needs one person to still be a little too distracted to stop what was coming next.

Monday snaps her fingers, and Jenny disappears from wherever she was standing before, reappearing directly in front of Monday, who embraces her from behind, an arm wrapped firmly around her middle. those with enhanced senses might catch what she whispers, seconds before she snaps Jenny’s neck so hard it hangs at a 90 degree angle as Monday kicks her, her corpse toppling forward onto the deck below.]

Surprise, bitch.

[well, there. unfinished business settled. onto more pertinent matters.]

Let’s get a little more comfortable first, hm? Can’t waste too much of her magic, but audiences love a quick change.

[she snaps her fingers, and Monday finds herself in an outfit that is far more to her taste. now. time for her grand performance.]

Greetings, foolish mortals! You may or may not have noticed that things have been a little bit different this month. While the Captain is off having a good old bitch cry about whatever it is he’s so upset about, poor little Friday was running herself ragged keeping this shitheap floating! She was so distracted, in fact, that she happened to have a little accident, while fixing something in the elevator shaft! [a laugh] I guess even clay bitches can break their necks! And there I was, sitting in Fucking Nowhere, doing Fucking Nothing, feeling Fucking. Nothing! And I saw her empty shell. And I was, like, hey, free real estate!

Whatever tear in the veil that your whiny little Captain just didn’t feel like fixing? I ripped that fucker right open. And you’ve all met a few of the sorry little fuckers that fell out already, hm? [another snap] Not all of them, but, hey, that’s what now is for, right? Because, see, we all kinda got together a little bit, and we were like… You know, just borrowing some shitty bodies to have some fun for a few weeks? What a waste! And we still have a lot of bitches we need to spring from jail!

And that! Is where you assholes come in! And, trust me, you are all assholes. Have you even seen some of the psychotic shit you people have said and done to us? Like, yeah, Mary is legitimately insane, but she’s still a kid! Even I’m not gonna call a fucking nine year old a bitch!

You can try to run, but I fucking hate running in heels, so I made that a little bit… difficult. So. Why don’t you nice people just lay down and let us kill you. I’ll be gentle. Promise.

[perhaps people have tried to flee already. they likely have. and they’ve found that the entire party area has been blocked off by the same sort of barrier that surrounds the realm, an invisible orb holding them captive.]

Now. Let’s get the actual party started!

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[lightconductor]

If he'd had any response to that, it's lost in the gurgle of a sliced throat. He clutches at the air in a final convulsive movement, and topples.

[myagic]

[No, no, this isn't fair, it's not right, it's not right--she makes a wordless scream, maybe finally about ready to run at him--but has no choice but to shield herself and step back instead, as the animatronic smashes into the floor and fog whips up around them.

And--when she looks up, he's not there.]

NO--GET BACK HERE--GIVE HIM BACK-!

[Wherever he is, in all this chaos erupting around them...she intends to track him down, even if she doesn't know what she'll do when she does.

So maybe it's a good thing she doesn't manage to.]

[businessorlibation]

As he falls, Johnny kneels down beside the body, to make sure, to be certain this isn't a trick.

He's never slit someone's throat before, best to be sure it's done properly. Right? And someone has to grab the cane, too. Keep it safe for Watson if when he gets back. Because he's coming back.

He has to. Right?

[inhairently]

Perhaps going after a woman with both a rapier and a dagger isn't the best idea but has anyone accused these ghosts of having good ideas yet? Almost certainly not.

Billy steps into Cassandra's line of sight, blocking her view of Madison, and wearing a smile that doesn't quite look natural on Steve's face. In his right hand he grips the switchblade Ava had given him from the arcade. He thought it was lost for good when he'd gotten caught by SecUnit but it found its way back to him. It's nice to have connections with the staff.

"Why don't you ditch the sword?" he says. "Make this a fair fight."

[decohere]

"Ew, perv. I wasted a perfectly good... okay, mediocre apology?!" And now she'll have to do it again if Marc ever comes back!!

Which. Okay, she is a pretty awful friend and has been questionably shitty to Steven too. And she's been trying to make it up to him. So fine. Only one person is allowed all up in Marc's head and it's Steven. (Jake who idk)

She flickers and disappears, and then flings herself at him from behind with a feral yell, wrapping hands around his throat and legs around his torso.

[ooc: do you want injury, death? lemme know how far you want this to go]

[actuallyawolf]

[She's wanted to fight someone since she got here, and never really got the chance. It's been zombies and that dumb cat, only. So she's itching for it.

She sprints up, half in and half out of her inflatable dinosaur costume, shifting as she runs into the shape of a dire wolf. She launches herself at Monday's throat.]

[not_the_last]

This doesn't have a chance of working. She knows that. This is a ghost, and a spellcaster, and inhabiting a body that isn't even her own; what is she going to do, with her long needle and her little knife?

(A remembered voice, smooth and dry with only a little bite: You've done well enough with them before, haven't you?)

A glance to where Darcy is still holding the line, with Bastion's assistance now, and she starts working her way sideways. She's not trying to get close to Monday, not yet; only trying to get a clear line of sight, without being noticed herself.

She's always been good at not being noticed.

[lightconductor]

He is definitely dead, no pulse or sign of breath.

[cacophonish]

"Well. In my defense..." He sings another tune, purely vicious utility, no love for music in his voice. As he does, several bottles of booze go up in flames and go hurtling towards Bash. If the fire won't get him, at least the shattered glass will give Chase plenty of projectiles to work with.

"This brain's damaged goods." He pouts mockingly. It's so unfortunate! "Not a lot to work with."

Whatever happens, he moves towards Bash, painted skull face grinning in all the chaos. Time to get up close and personal.

"Hell of a lot of power, though."

[opheliac]

(she is doing her best to hold her ground; toes curling in her shoes in her attempt from keeping herself from falling over. and with evil venti now front and center, the way his claw pokes her cheek to the point of blood gives little to no reaction from her. in fact, she'll even lean into the nail in a nuzzling sort of way for more of her blood to spill. thank goodness for shimmer side-effects, huh? otherwise, this would be very painful.

with a twisted smile and a flirt-like raise of an eyebrow, she chuckles:)

Heh heh... Awwww. Look at you. Tryin' to get me so worked up when you know I'm spoken for. The ship sailed, Buttercup. — You should had played with me when you had the chance. There's only one guy who has the privilege of killing me. And it's not you, sorry ♪. But how about I'll give a lil' runner up prize.

(remember that glass shard in her other hand? as fast as jinx can and a loud grunt, she swings and aims to stab him in the abdomen — but is she fast enough? did she succeed on doing so? she is... loosing a nice bit of blood from her leg.)

[not_the_last]

Cassandra's eyebrows go up shock, then modulate into astonished disapproval.

"I beg your pardon," she says -- cold, formal, calculatedly insulting -- "are you entirely serious?"

[chickenchoicejudy]

Ryan's hiding behind an overturned table, looking for an opening to make his way over to the bar. Get to the bar, it's a safe zone, Nobunaga said so, get to the--

Oh. Someone's...over him.

"Uh. Hey...Steve?"

He hasn't been the most attentive, but that face doesn't look like Steve at all. He's smiling, but it's cold and dark. His name comes out as a desperate question, but Ryan already knows the answer.

Worse, there's no space to run. A table behind him, Steve(?) in front, and legs to either side.

All he can so is try desperately to hold it together.

"C-Crazy party, huh?"

[wimdy]

[ she's very fast, but he's not that careless, non anticipating of an attack. still though, one wing goes down to block the stab and glass pierces through to bleed draconic ichor down dark blue feathers; venti's grin goes manic. all right, forget that 'dear friend' shit. honestly there isn't much about this god he's interested in adopting at all. ] You sure have guts trying to attack a god, human. This really is why there's nothing good about you at all. [ whether he means her or all mortals might as well remain a fruitless mystery.

his other hand goes straight for her neck and tightens; he has enough strength, half transformed, to lift her with one arm by her throat, talons teasing her jugular. maybe that bare amount of sportsmanship or teasing is enough. it's not as if he or the fatui are usually in the business of mercy anyway. there's purer mania in his eyes as the air pressure drops abruptly around them, not like she might already have trouble breathing as he chokes her. ]

Wrong choice, girl. Now at least try not to be useless and come back as someone even slightly competent, all right? [ he wouldn't complain much if signora showed up, perhaps. maybe if someone like childe does he'll just have to throttle him to death again. ]

[prince_of_beasts]

Dimitri whirls. No, Goddess, no, he'd been praying Ossie had gotten out of here --

The pun clicks. He chokes, stumbling mid-motion, damn it Ossie would at a time like this -- "Knight time?"

[not here]

[prince_of_beasts]

SecUnit's chest explodes. It's falling before Dimitri can move.

But in the last microseconds before it shuts down for good, before its organic neural tissue follows its processor, it might hear Dimitri scream.

[theotherright]

Nellie looks down and covers her mouth with one hand a mere sliver of a second before a grin splits her face. Nothing to see here! Arthur's just a bashful little darling, she's certainly not cracking up on the inside.

"Oh, we had a chat earlier on," she says, in that toff accent of Arthur's, and she reflects that the stage lost its greatest star the day she was born to humble pie-makers instead of to the theatre. (Not that she'd be caught dead hobnobbing with actresses, of course. You've got to have some standards.)

[inhairently]

"Yeah," Billy says. "Real crazy."

He takes a step forward, then another. His movements are slow and deliberate. He's not worried about Ryan escaping because, let's be real, where would he go?

"You need some help?"

[chickenchoicejudy]

He does, actually. He needs help immediately but he's not going to get it from Steve.

Steve isn't here.

"I-- I'm good, actually," he stammers. "I mean, you've probably got places to be, people to...stuff to do!"

Despite everything, he's still leaning back and trying to push against the table, anything to put some space between them. Except, he's push and it isn't going anywhere. It's stuck on something and won't budge.

[decohere]

"Ugh, yeah, after everything I did for him," she gives an irritated sigh, but it's Sharky she's most worried about, if he's coming back. And Pratt, if he doesn't.

"Maybe if everything all goes up in flames..." wouldn't that be great. Whatever, she pulls out her phone to text Max, holding her glove between her teeth as she types with one hand, Max will just have to get over the typos. But she sticks close to Klaus, because at least his throwing chairs and nonsense provides good cover.

[prince_of_beasts]

Dimitri hisses through his teeth. He'd been counting on SecUnit -- now they just have to hope someone else doesn't get back up in its body.

They'll all be targets sooner or later; there's little point prolonging it. And drawing attention to two real fighters will ease the pressure on the ones hiding. The fog puffs away in a burst of clear air as Dimitri shouts, voice booming across the pool deck. "DARCY! ERIN!"

[decohere]

I think so... [no idea how to prove it.

she approaches with her hands up to show her intent, before slashing right through the fabric and letting the whole costume sadly deflate]

Whomp whomp...

[midnightroads]

"Yeah? How did that end up going?"

The suspicion-meter ticks up into the yellow zone. Let's...double-check.

"Did he end up apologizing to you?"

[nyktifanis]

( in her heart how does she know venti, does she know him at all? his words can be cruel despite him not meaning to, his touch can be gentle as light as a feather, and his presence is a faint breeze so that they know he exists. their views may differ from time to time as they're gods, and what they believe for themselves and for others contrasts, but what they can share is that they wish to protect them; everyone here. venti may not lift a finger or be as proactive as the dioscuri and the wind master, but he's a god all the same who assists human's affairs to ensure a life for them to return to.

it's why her eyes widen at the sight playing out before her where jinx dangles from his grip, and his talons dig into the flesh of her skin that the drips of blood that hit the ground echo in her ear. there's another piece of dialogue that hangs there as well between the drips— "case you've forgotten, i already have a god who i'm devoted to. so it's not like i need either of you in the end." if pollux was cruel, if she despised humans then she would have accepted that, she would have acknowledged that she has him, then. yet despite these words at the forefront of her mind, her legs had already moved, quickly closing the gap between her and the feathered false god; her body shining a bright white, anyone close enough will become instantly blinded from the light she expels (as she's banking on jinx's eyes closed from "venti"'s interference), she's hoping that it'll cripple his actions for a brief moment.

a quick raise of her leg, she's quick to turn her hips towards "venti", knocking her foot into his exposed stomach in order to make him both drop jinx and kick him away into the near object: a wall, a table, or even into the ceiling as anything's preferable as long as he's away from her. it's not a gentle kick in the slightest as there's ill intent behind the action as she glares towards the individual that resides in the wind god's body. her motions are fluid, her arm reaching out to catch jinx around her waist, holding the female against her.

the light steadily begins to die down upon her body, her chest raises up and down as it appears she's taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself down. )

Who dares to commit such a grave sin in that body?

( she doubts venti would have such an ability in him, and the energy that wafts from the other isn't familiar— a storm, as dangerous as jenny, but without the reprieve that comes once a person has seen through it. this one wishes to tear down, thrash, and uproot the world of others, and leave nothing in its trace. her mouth parts, irritation laced in her voice as she speaks towards the other: )

Answer me, now.

[inhairently]

Billy shakes his head. "Nope," he says. "Nowhere but here."

He moves quickly and suddenly, lunging forward to pin Ryan to the ground, straddling him just as he had with the man he'd mistaken for Bash. With one hand he grabs Ryan's hair and jerks his head back, with the other he holds the switchblade to his throat.

He doesn't do it right away, not yet. First he leans down close to Ryan's ear and, in a low voice, says, "Don't fight it."

Then, in one swift movement he plunges the knife into Ryan's throat, in and out, just like that.

[prince_of_beasts]

[ Here's Dimitri charging past in wolfman costume, increasingly looking the part -- eyes wild, fake fur spattered with blood. Which should look familiar, if you saw him at the diner; Ava escaped ahead of time.

He spins when she flickers in his peripheral vision, snarling, assessing -- ]

Ava!

[ -- friend or foe? ]