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!

Comments

[busball]

"Very precious," Klaus replies with a wink. Oh, he can fake flirt all night. With this...this person. But that's just not how it's going. But Klaus is going to win this. He feels a little sick at the realization that he's looking forward to it just a little. Is this what Pratt meant? God.

The dancing also tips him off. Sure they'd danced together, but this is a lot more loosey goosey than Nobunaga ever managed before. "I see you're learning the loosey goosey technique," he says, pausing the singing. But he grins a little at the insinuation of the debt he's gaining for making Nobunaga blush. Even if that's going to be on pause. Fucking bullshit, really. It's fine. He can wait. This is just...just something.

But they go back to humming a little more of the song until the sword is out of the sheath all the way and then he reaches forward, playfully touching Nobunaga's shoulder and drawing himself a little closer, doing a little dance himself to keep whoever's in Nobunaga's body. "I don't think you can handle it," they sing with a little laugh at the end.

And then, they press on the spot on the back of Nobunaga's neck, not actually certain what that's going to do or feel like. But it's an important distraction technique for them to go forward with. Because while it throws whoever the fuck is in there off, they can draw the sword up and strike down through the neck. There's not another really good place for it. "Who's the poor, unfortunate soul now, bitch."

cw gore

[konpeito_aji]

She tries to remember what the loosey goosey references, something about disco; oops. Nobunaga has a hundred dozen memories of dancing, but it's true, his are usually more about wind and air flow, how annoying.

The touch to shoulder sparks something internally of a warning, but not enough of one to reaction, and the back of the neck gets a scattered almost seizure reaction hitting the nerves. Not paralysis, but like being struck being by lightning. Did this idiot's lover know it would do this?! How cruel! There's even a sharp intake of breath and something kind of like a laugh because it tickles, but before Ursula has ANYTIME to warn Klaus off of doing that again, she's struck fully dead.

Poor unfortunate souls. Klaus is definitely going to have to burn that dress probably, because that's a LOT of blood squirting out. Ursula goes down even worse than taking an entire warship to the breast. Go figure. If Nobunaga were able to witness it, he'd be so proud though.

cw gore and sad klaus

[busball]

Klaus pulls the sword back out, wincing at the blood and slowly sinks to the floor. Everything keeping him standing disappears at one time and he lets out a small whimper of a cry, leaning over Nobunaga’s body. This does nothing but get blood in his hair and on his face as he rests it on his chest.

Fuck this place honestly.

The suggestion to keep a smile on their face bubbles up in their mind and they mentally flip it off.

It takes another moment for them to sit up, pretty sure they need to get the blood off the katana before putting it back in it’s sheath thing. They are not going to get the stink eye for this later. So they find the only piece of fabric not covered in blood and wipe it as best as they can.

Once that’s done, Klaus slides it back inside after finding a way to fasten the utility belt to his waist by poking holes into it and using a torn piece of dress to tie it in place.

Then he has to hoist the body up, which is just a very ungraceful moment due to a lack of strength and mostly is just trying to use the wall to help them until the body is securely over their shoulder. He is very covered in blood by the time he makes it to the morgue and his shoulder is sore. He tries to put Nobunaga’s body down carefully, wincing when it sort of crashes down.

“Fuck. I’m sorry,” he hisses. Why is he even fucking apologizing to a corpse? If he had his powers, maybe he could just…just…

His eyes start watering again and he swears under his breath before standing up sharply and storming out of the morgue. He needs to drown in alcohol. Or something. Anything to block his mind and self out. He doesn’t want to feel this.