come_sailaway | mood in my tomb red moon heavy [OPEN & CLOSED]

Who: Siffleur, Daisy, Jack Bioshock and you
What: Catch-all
Where: Quarters, Tommy Bahamas and Mikabo sushi bar
When: Early November
Warnings: Violence, gore, cannibalism, suicidal ideation, aggressive flirtations & sex

1. Home Sweet Home (cabin - closed to Daisy)

Siffleur goes back to the cabin maybe twice a week at most. It’s where the shower is, which is something he has gotten used to and enjoys. He can keep himself clean, but hot water works out the knots nicely.

Someone else moved in last week. Their scent is less than human, heavy and musky, and it’s taken a great deal of restraint from him not to ruin their things. But this isn’t his place - his place is in the Tommy Bahamas and he’s content to stay there most of the time. So far, he’s been lucky enough to enter the room when the other person isn’t in.

Today, he’s not so lucky, and as he opens the door, he’s hit with an even stronger version of her smell. He grunts to himself and steps inside, closing the door behind him as he finally gets a look at his roommate.

Siffleur pauses and tips his head to the side as he gets a good look at her human shaped form. “Hmm. Shapechanger, werewolf, something else?”

2. Life Is One Long Weekend! (Tommy Bahamas - open)

Outside the Tommy Bahamas is a large posterboard and a sign-up sheet with a pen on a string, and a selection of brightly coloured armbands made from various items within the Tommy Bahamas. Block letters in thick sharpie offer an explanation:

TIKTOK CHALLENGE: SURVIVE 1 HOUR IN TOMMY BAHAMAS
MUST WRITE DOWN NAME AND TIME STARTED AND WEAR ARMBAND TO PARTICIPATE
WINNER GETS TO PET A COUGAR
LOSERS AGREE TO BE EATEN

There’s no sign of Siffleur. He’s somewhere inside, waiting.

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3. Tommy Bahamas Is for Lovers (Tommy Bahamas - closed to Jack)

Somewhere, over one of the various repeating men’s sections, Siffleur is bedded down in a selection of various throws. It’s comfortable and enclosed up at the top of the shelves, and he’s about to settle into a lull when a somewhat familiar scent comes to him.

It’s the man from the aftermath of the Halloween party. He raises his head, feeling a thrum of excitement. Siffleur slinks out of his hiding spot and makes his way along the tops of the shelves and racks, until he comes across the man.

Siffleur sits and waits, watching him and deciding his best point of attack.

4. greedy little kitty (Mikabo sushi bar - Open)

A regular at the sushi restaurant, Siffleur can be found sitting on a stool at the counter with a scattering of plates in front of him and around him on the floor. As always, he sits in his cougar form, content to paw selections off the belt and lap them up before discarding the plate.

Other entering passengers may get looked at, but not for long. After all, there’s always more sushi to eat. And perhaps most infuriatingly, he’s set up at the first position, so he always gets his first pick of the best sushi. If there’s a piece you want, you might have to speak up first.

5. Wildcard

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"AHHH!"

Oh shit, he's dead!

Oh shit... he's ALIVE!

Oh Shit, where the fuck is Siffleur?!

Oh SHIT, THERE ARE PANTIES EVERYWHERE!

Okay, he gets his katana out at least, and scans everywhere. "Big mistake leaving me alive," bold talk, meaningless if he only knew, "I am very feisty while I can still attack!" If he can figure out where to attack.

There's a distant laugh from the underwear, and then silence as Siffleur moves to a new position of attack. He climbs a display facing away from Nobunaga, scaling past the grilling and chilling posters, until he can peek his head over the top.

Nobunaga has a sword out and though Siffleur knows that can be quite deadly, it also gives him plenty of ways to approach him without worrying about being shot at a distance. The key is to make sure he doesn't give Nobunaga a chance to react. He slips back down and finds a new hiding spot nearby, waiting for Nobunaga to turn away and face the wrong direction.

The cougar won't have to wait long, because Nobunaga steadfastly charges the section where the laughter had been. Too easy, really. He has all the grace and stealth of a stomping ogre in full plate mail armor. That loud and obvious. He 'learned' his lesson on Halloween about trying to be stealthy, and fast, which is to say, Nobunaga's not capable of reaching the greater heights of everyone else on this ship, best stick to enhancing his real strengths.

Or die trying!

"En guarde!" He tackles the wrong rack of clothes, so sure of himself.

Nobunaga is enthusiastic and Siffleur is delighted by his energy. He's doing poorly but Siffleur has no doubt that the demon king could tear him to pieces under other circumstances, and in other battlefields. But this is Siffleur's hunting grounds, and as Nobunaga throws himself into a rack of clothes, he slips up quietly behind him.

He isn't familiar with Nobunaga's particular kind of armour, but he knows enough to know that the place to strike on anything armoured is the joints. After all, if you want to be able to run, you need to be able to move quickly, and you can't do that if it's too thick. The thinnest bits are where it needs to bend - and the most vulnerable parts of the body are also where they need to bend.

So while Nobunaga is tangled in the clothes, Siffleur brings his claws against the back of his knees, tearing through the cloth and the flesh. The scent of blood hits the air and Siffleur quickly darts back, back into the racks once more.

On a regular battlefield with an army and his usual tactical strengths, sure. One on one is not his forte.

"AHHH!" FUCK.

Nobunaga slashes backwards with the katana, but it looks like the swipe was well guarded and Siffleur is already gone. Nobunaga falls straight down, having been effectively hamstrung. "Shit. Shit." Well this is the worst injury he's had aside from when the floor gave out, and by then he was so close to death, he barely knew what even happened. Breath hissing through teeth, Nobunaga focuses on his surroundings, vision isn't going to be as useful as hearing, and clearly Siffleur is playing for keeps, no holding back, which is just as well, but there's not time to load the bulky long gun. Ah the irony, so focused on the front, he completely underestimated his back. Too many years charging at the front of his army for this exact reason. He's never actually had an enemy reach his back before. Well, except possessed Yuuki, but he was impossibly fast.

This is likely to hurt. On the bright side, if he dies, it won't hurt very long?

Siffleur narrowly dodges the katana, and he's given a taste of how fast Nobunaga can move. Luck has been on his side this time, and he's very pleased to have gotten the chance to hunt his friend.

He circles around Nobunaga, getting glimpses of his face and posture. Siffleur speaks up as he moves, his voice coming from the racks. "Nobunaga, my friend, would you prefer I kill you before I eat you?"

This is an offer he'll make for him, and no one else.

Friend!

In the bizarre way that deeply affects Nobunaga, this changes everything for him!

He is definitely beaten, now that he can't walk, and it's true, he was already pretty reluctant to fight Siffleur with doing too much damage to the other. Ah, the problem with sparring for him!

"Friend, I thank you for that."

Nobunaga goes through the arduous process of removing all the armor and setting it to the side, his breath coming in shallowly, starting to fade, but likewise collecting some composure. "I won't be able to get the haidate, the greaves." A small laugh. "It'll be troublesome to explain to Klaus why they're so bloody later." A deep breath, and he closes his eyes, swords and gun now placed to the side with the armor, and spreads both arms in a surrender.

"In Japan we save face by taking the most painful route, spilling one's bowels to spite gods and enemies to have the last laugh to say, 'I can do more pain to myself than you can to me,' and hope to be reborn higher on caste, but I'm the opposite of religious." A heretical demon king, after all. "I have a hunch it probably doesn't taste as good like that, so I will return your favor and let you keep your honor. But it is best to kill me cleanly, I cannot promise my body won't fight back to the bitter end. Don't tell my other friends about this conquest, they will not appreciate it. If you must, just say I'm trying to see how deeply I can go into the depths of infinity. I'm sure I'll see you again soon, friend. I hope it's a good feast."

"You will be an excellent feast - the best I could possibly hope for." Siffleur knows this to be true. Even if his flesh ends up strange and bitter (doubtful), it is one of the few actual hunts he's had here, and it is now his first successful hunt.

He pads out to join Nobunaga once he removes his armour, circling Nobunaga a few times. "I will remove the rest and set them aside, for when you can come back to retrieve them. I would not want to worry your Klaus anymore than we must."

And, since a clean kill has been requested, that's exactly what Siffleur gives Nobunaga. He moves swiftly and silently and as he circles Nobunaga one more time, he simply darts in and grabs him by the neck, biting and twisting in the same motion. Siffleur has broken many necks this way and he is a professional by this point. Nobunaga might feel warm breath on his neck, and the piercing of teeth on his skin, and then the grinding of bones leading swiftly into nothing.

True to his word, Siffleur takes a moment to change into human form to finish stripping Nobunaga's corpse, setting the rest of his things safely out of reach. And before he changes back, he lifts one of Nobunaga's legs and digs his human teeth into the tears left in his hamstrings. Blood, still warm and very coppery-salty, pours into his mouth. He bites at the firm flesh a few times, worrying it between his teeth and filling his mouth. It's good. It's very good...

He changes back and feasts, tearing open Nobunaga's stomach and tearing out his guts. The organs are always best while still warm and slippery, and his snout seeks out the soft pink insides, the fatty liver, the sweet kidneys. He feasts and feasts, tearing chunks of flesh from Nobunaga until he is well and truly eviscerated. Siffleur's stomach is full to bursting and there's still so much left... but he knows Nobunaga's body will not be here for a second meal. His corpse will be gone shortly, usually once it's out of Siffleur's sight.

A shame, but an inevitable. He has a few last bites, not out of hunger, but just out of respect for Nobunaga. Then he slowly gets up and after bundling up Nobunaga's armour and items, he carries them away.

He'll delivery them back to Nobunaga when he returns tomorrow.

mood in my tomb red moon heavy [OPEN & CLOSED]

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CW: Death! Cannibalism!