[Lobelia hasn't spoken of his pact with The Tower and the world contained within its tarot card, but what are secrets between lovers? At some point, it became necessary to explain the significance of the pendant around his neck, explain to Vergilius that it's representative of the pact between himself and the being whose purpose is to destroy the Skydom in preparation for the birth of a new world. As its benefactor, Lobelia is no less devoted to the cause.
All of that aside, there's some fun to be had within the world of The Tower's card. He's invited Vergilius (read: blackmailed him into coming) to explore its monster-filled core. Within it, an endless barren expanse stretches on into the yawning void, the creatures within crazed and bloodthirsty. With no better use for all this pent up emotion, why not channel it all into the destruction of these pitiful creatures?
Lobelia is well-versed in battle, bringing foe after foe to their knees with a mere snap of his fingers, but it's Vergilius he's watching with intent. His eyes pour over every inch of his body, so entranced with the sight of him in combat that he nearly suffers a blow at the enemy's hand. Ah... He can't afford to get too distracted even in a land so familiar, can he?]
Bravo! You're a force to be reckoned with... A genuine disaster.
[The preparation of a new world. Despite the man doing his best to pull him in, there was still many things that he was keeping well out of the reach of him. And one of those things was why he had the urge to laugh when he heard exactly what the pact was all about.]
[How funny. Maybe you and I are not too unalike, if not for the fact of...everything else.]
[But he had said nothing. In his own "pact" with the pitiful human creature called Lobelia, giving too much meant the other using whatever inch he could get, and the best thing to do was to simply shut up and keep moving.]
[This world is interesting, though. Like Lobelia's personal outskirts, but in some endless space within a space. Perhaps it really is meant for what's pent-up, because Vergilius moves in with no hesitation as if this was his own world to begin with.]
[He's always been so good at killing.]
[His body almost sings with movement. There's a reason why he's at the top of the top, as any low-grade Fixer couldn't stand a second with him. A higher grade would maybe last a minute. His movements are true, and sharp, and as definite as a sword across an artery. He shows no fear, no joy, no anger, no emotion. He simply moves in, and ends.]
[He turns just to see the other staring, and the attack almost connecting. He would be happy if it had. But for what its worth, he simply sighs at the compliment, as he makes a slight movement to decapitate another monster.]
You say that like I haven't heard that too many times to count. Hardly the most original commentary.
[Lobelia has to wonder how much of that strength comes naturally to Vergilius, not that an augmented body detracts too much from his natural allure when the spirit of a killer thrives within him. He was made to mete out carnage in much the same way Lobelia was, slavering beasts dropping at his feet by the dozens.
There's no shortage of fun to be had here, but it's only a shame the world within the tarot card is a mere memory of an ancient battle. Nothing they do here will help or hinder this war-torn world, and that's why Lobelia seldom comes here on his own. Still... it's given him the perfect opportunity to check Vergilius out, quite literally, so he owes The Tower his thanks for the opportunity.
Bringing his fingers to his lips, a sharp whistle cleaves the beast that attempted to dig its fangs into him clean in half. There's something wrong here, something off, like the potency of his audiomancy has been severely restricted... but that's of little concern to Lobelia now. So long as he can injure and maim, he doesn't need strength enough to kill someone instantly. Bleeding out, often enough, is a much worse fate.]
[He grabs a monster by the throat, scarred fingers clenching hard to burst into the flesh, ignoring the spray of blood, before he swerves and throws it Lobelia's way not unlike a pitcher at a baseball tournament. The bleeding body goes flying, Vergilius's eyes following the arc of it with blazing eyes that cause a clear trail of light with the movement. If it hits the other, if it doesn't...he doesn't particular care.]
[He lets out a little huff, almost a laugh, as he shifts his other hand, clutching the gladius, to shank into the limb of a monster attempting to slash over his back. There's an odd heat that comes directly from it, its dark metal glowing a vivid red.]
[There's the smell of burning flesh as he pulls it out, smoke billowing from the edge.]
[No! No!! No!!! This is the opposite of what he wants from Vergilius. Sure, his delivery was flat as can be, but the very idea of this fearsome man debasing himself is... well. Lobelia shudders to imagine it, and they're not pleasant shudders either. Gee, how horrifying.
When that monster comes sailing his way, Lobelia twirls before snapping his fingers and leaving what remains of that creature to rain down onto the cracked earth in a slurry of blood and viscera.]
Honte Γ toi, Vergilius! Just now, were you attempting to hit me?
[That's not what he'd call playing nice, but if that's how Vergilius wants to play, Lobelia can certainly accommodate.]
[He turns a little quickly to hide a little edge of a smirk at the other man being so appalled by the idea of him acting almost demure about his own strength, even if his acting abilities were nothing to write home about.]
[The accusation makes him let out a definite ha, though, ignoring the specks of blood raining down on his back.]
Oh, hardly not. This is such a small space, you know? [The sarcasm drips from his tone, even as he seems to be playing nice by focusing on the beast in front of him, parrying its strikes.] Not my fault you keep getting in my way.
[At this rate, they're bound to run out of monsters... but with however many remain in this current 'cycle,' he'll be sure to repay Vergilius for sending that one flying his way. He'll do so now by making the beast before Vergilius explode like a cherry tomato, drenching him in monster guts. Tasty.]
Heheh! Excusez-moi, but I can't seem to help being drawn into your orbit. Is that another power of yours?
[You know, attracting freaks? As far as Lobelia can tell, it's one Vergilius is quite skilled at.]
[Ah. He blinks just in time as the guts splatter him. Vergilius spits, scowling a bit, but he's far too used to having someone's insides and fluids caked on his clothes and skin. That power, too, is all about that endless flowing curtain of blood, soaking his senses and body in its mantle.]
No, I think that's just your problem.
[The earring from his right ear dangles and shines as he shoves the gladius up into a monster's mouth. He glances over at Lobelia - he truly is the dancing madman,as if he is on a stage, performing to a beloved audience. But here, the audience is for him, and him alone, and he wonders how much anyone else has gotten to see of this.]
[He knows most people would run. He wouldn't. He's used to this carnage, after all.]
Is that snapping thing you do from this pact of yours?
Heh-hahaha! Red suits you well, Vergilius! Beau diable~
[Dripping with blood and viscera... What will the others think when they see him? Lobelia hopes they're all horrified. He won't linger closely behind, but he will try to leave some conches scattered around to record their panicked squawking.]
Non, the snapping is the trigger for my audiomancy... Ah, but please don't ask too many pointless questions. Explaining how my magic works to you would be no mean feat.
[He demonstrates another one of his magic's triggers on a monster that comes charging his way, cracking his knuckles and shattering a limb with every joint cracked.]
Audiomancy is a magic of my own design. No one else in the Skydom can claim to wield the same power!
You really need to be more creative with these things. I told you before.
[He watches out of the corner of his eye as the limbs explode - ah. So that's what happened with his legs, that day. What a tricky little trick of an ability. It suits Lobelia. Something pulled out like an invisible weapon, to rip and tear when people least suspect it.]
[He does shake his head, though, something a little amused in the crease of his eyelids.]
You're hardly unique. The Blue Reverberation would give you a run for your money with sound-based tricks. He was much more of a showman than you, too. Pity he's dead. You could've taken a leaf from his book. Guess you'll have to get by on your lonesome.
Come now, don't be so harsh! Where's your sense of romance?
[Cold and dead and long-abandoned, Lobelia imagines. He has no qualms with showing off, of course, his movements flowing and needlessly dramatic as he snaps his opponents into ruin... ah, but then Vergilius had to go and say something unnecessary, didn't he?
Sighing in disappointment, Lobelia turns to him and clicks his tongue.]
[DO BETTER, SCRUB. Though that's true - whatever understanding he had of it is long gone, buried in its own little graveyard of the heart.]
[Ah, he's a little annoyed by that. Good. Feeling a sense of accomplishment, he approaches - one monster is at the other's side, and he swiftly moves, gladius almost nicking the other's shoulder as he lunges to pierce through its skull.]
[He stares down, red eyes blazing through his hair.]
Spend less time feeling jealous of a corpse and more time watching your back, Lobelia.
[Why does Vergilius suppose Lobelia invited him here? There's no better date than one that puts both of their talents to use, is there? If that isn't romantic, Lobelia doesn't want to know what is.
Ah... On second thought, he does understand Vergilius' love language. His blade whistles past, nearly carving into his shoulder, but of course Lobelia isn't so lucky as to taste the business end of the other man's weapon. If only... All the same, he seizes the opportunity to loop an arm around Vergilius and palm the small of his back.]
Why should I when I have you? Heheh. Besides, we're nearly out of monsters. Only two remain...
[...And that would be them. The scent of death is stinging and pungent, settling thickly in the air, but it doesn't bother Lobelia one bit. It certainly doesn't dissuade him from attempting to tug Vergilius flush against him.]
[The gladius burns - only a flick of the wrist is enough to let it exit out of its target with the oddly sweet scent of burning flesh. But before he's able to step back, the man's hand has snaked around him, like a coil of a tentacle from an octopus's lair.]
[He makes his displeasure apparent with the show of teeth, using his free hand to grasp the other by the shoulder before pushing it away with his palm. Monsters? Ah. He glances around, before realizing what the other is referring to, and he can't help the roll of eyes in clear exasperation.]
Astute observation there. You should become a detective.
[A dry set of statements as he lets his other arm settle with the now-cooling gladius at his side. Death hangs over them both like a shadow. He barely notices it because this, unfortunately, is normal.]
[And it seems its exactly the same for the man currently attempting to embrace him.]
[Ah, playing hard to get... Lobelia can hardly claim to be disappointed when there's something to be said for the thrill of the hunt. He wouldn't find it much fun to torment and tease Vergilius if he simply swooned and fell into his arms, so when he's firmly rebuked and shoved at, all he can do is chuckle in delight. He'll have you yet, pasta man.]
[But then who would chase him? Giving chase is always exhilarating, but it's also thrilling to think back on how many times he's eluded the law and gotten away with his myriad crimes. After all, no one would think a single man capable of leveling an entire city in an instant.]
[Guess who still hasn't given up on embracing Vergilius? Determined to infuriate him, Lobelia's dug his fingers into the fabric of his clothing to hang on tight and tug him back into close proximity.]
[And this, truly, is the frustration of Lobelia. He isn't meaning to play hard to get. It's simply in his very nature, wanting to stay on the sidelines and push away anyone who gets close. And yet here the man is, waltzing over his line, entering his personal space, and yet only finding more and more amusement in every ounce of rejection Vergilius brings to the table. To perhaps dissuade him would mean rushing forward into his arms and being as obnoxious as him, or going to the other end of the spectrum, he could be as cold as a statue, but Vergilius can't find it in himself to act as either. He can't.]
[How infuriating it is, that his very nature is like honey to Lobelia's flies.]
And what, you'd want me to chase you all over town? Is that it? [He grunts at the feeling of the man pressing his hand in, still unrelenting. His hand also digs his fingers into the other's shoulder, as mirror, but to push away.] Hm. Guess I'm a lazy detective. I won't chase you.
[Even when Vergilius is much more like vinegar than honey, Lobelia finds the taste of him on his tongue just as saccharine sweet. It's not unlike the unique sweetness of a rotting corpse, not unlike the taste of decay, and there's no washing such a thing away.
Yanking and tugging at his filthied clothing isn't enough. Vergilius isn't giving him the attention he's owed, but never one to sit on the sidelines and pout over his misfortune, Lobelia is determined to claw it out of him.
I won't chase you, Vergilius flatly states, and it's in that moment that Lobelia licks a stripe up his bloodied, sullied cheek and thrusts his way into his mouth to share the acrid tang with him. Doesn't destruction taste heavenly? If he can give his date no finer gift, let it be the reminder of how sweet death can taste.
Lobelia hums, speaking directly through those vibrations into Vergilius' skull. He's become rather fond of this trick as of late.]
If you refuse to pursue me, you'll quickly find yourself becoming the one pursued instead. What would you rather be, Vergilius? The coupable or the victime?
[He half expected it. It's funny how he's half expecting things out of him, now. Lobelia is predictable, in his own horrible little way. When given what he wants, he revels in it, when its pulled away from him, he chases after it. And here, with Vergilius attempting to stay resolute, he goes after him with that lick and invasive little snake tongue of a kiss.]
[He shudders at it, more from the sensation than anything (the taste is almost familiar, after all, it isn't as if blood has magically been spared from his face in the midst of battle). The voice comes again, like a hum in the back of his mind.]
[He hates this party trick. Damned little audio devil.]
[But! The good news, he thinks, as he settles into his previous little plan of Giving As Little As Possible, is that he can't even answer this question. His mouth is preoccupied! He's not the one with the audio trick!! As if to emphasize how stupid he thinks this is, he lets out a little sigh into the kiss, tip of his tongue pressing against the other's as he returns it akin to a light slap on the wrist.]
[Vergilius is falling back on a tactic that previously worked, no surprises there, but Lobelia has no intention of repeating what happened last time. He doesn't like being ignored, need it be said, but he isn't so aggrieved that he considers biting Vergilius' tongue right out of his mouth. No, that will come later.
For now, Lobelia has a different punishment in mind, humming in such a way that Vergilius' entire body vibrates, warms him from the inside out. Who needs a hitachi magic wand when you have Lobelia? He's so useful.]
Non, non, ignoring me won't do at all! I showed you a good time, didn't I? You should thank me properly.
[A little gasp of a breath - the vibrations are moving through him, in and under his skin. It's a blossoming warmth he's not used to. It feels as anathema to him as any sort of physical affection. Pain from a battle is something he'll tolerate. This makes his face pinch tight, though, and now he's no longer letting the kiss linger, but actively pulling away to cut the connection.]
[His voice comes out hoarse, reaching up to grab a handful of the other's hair, pulling it back to growl down at him.]
[Struck a nerve, did he? Vergilius is no longer tolerating any ounce of this, so with a put upon sigh, Lobelia relents. It's just like this stubborn old man to ruin his fun...
Lobelia settles back, but he doesn't go far.]
Oh? Is there a problème?
[Does he need to ask a question with such an obvious answer? For the sake of getting under Vergilius' skin and ensuring he sticks there, he absolutely does.]
[Of course there is. Of course he knows the answer to that. He feels toyed with. Batted at, like a paw playing around with a little animal. It doesn't make him feel small, necessarily, but one thing Vergilius never liked is to feel that someone is gaining the upper hand. Is it pride? Hard to say. Is it pride when you expect to be the most powerful person in the room because someone put you there?]
[His eyes blazing, he's now attempting to shift away, glancing around as if he can see the exit.]
I owe you nothing.
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[How disappointing. Lobelia lifts his hands into the air as if to suggest that he won't make another move, but no matter how far Vergilius wanders in search of the exit, he won't find it. If he wants to leave, he can, but he'll have to ask.]
Really? That's a shame! I thought you might understand how to treat a date like a proper gentilhomme, but I suppose I misunderstood you. Shame.
[Is physical intimacy really that bad? Who hurt you, Vergilius? He'd at least be able to rest assured that there's little risk of any actual love blooming between them, right?]
[He's ignoring Lobelia for now - he moves away, trudging through the dead bodies of monsters and creatures as he tries to look for the way out. There isn't any. of course. The way he moves, with shoulders a little hunched, intention aggrieved but vaguely desperate, is like a lurching beast that is pacing along the inside of its cage.]
[When his search goes nowhere, he moves back towards the magician. His pants are stained from all the viscera he's trod through. He ignores it, as he always does.]
[His breath comes out with a disbelieving huff.]
This isn't a date. You just invited me to kill monsters. That's all.
[There's some satisfaction to be found in the way Vergilius paces like a cornered beast, desperation in every limb, but Lobelia doesn't let him go. He won't let him go. Not until he's torn apart the last monster crawling through this barren field and left him worse off than he started.
Lobelia chucklesβ is that not precisely what a date is? Two people doing what they enjoy and doing it together, but there's no point in saying so when Vergilius is not inclined to listen. Instead, Lobelia simply shrugs his shoulders.]
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WEEK TWO: monday, The Tower's world.
All of that aside, there's some fun to be had within the world of The Tower's card. He's invited Vergilius (read: blackmailed him into coming) to explore its monster-filled core. Within it, an endless barren expanse stretches on into the yawning void, the creatures within crazed and bloodthirsty. With no better use for all this pent up emotion, why not channel it all into the destruction of these pitiful creatures?
Lobelia is well-versed in battle, bringing foe after foe to their knees with a mere snap of his fingers, but it's Vergilius he's watching with intent. His eyes pour over every inch of his body, so entranced with the sight of him in combat that he nearly suffers a blow at the enemy's hand. Ah... He can't afford to get too distracted even in a land so familiar, can he?]
Bravo! You're a force to be reckoned with... A genuine disaster.
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[How funny. Maybe you and I are not too unalike, if not for the fact of...everything else.]
[But he had said nothing. In his own "pact" with the pitiful human creature called Lobelia, giving too much meant the other using whatever inch he could get, and the best thing to do was to simply shut up and keep moving.]
[This world is interesting, though. Like Lobelia's personal outskirts, but in some endless space within a space. Perhaps it really is meant for what's pent-up, because Vergilius moves in with no hesitation as if this was his own world to begin with.]
[He's always been so good at killing.]
[His body almost sings with movement. There's a reason why he's at the top of the top, as any low-grade Fixer couldn't stand a second with him. A higher grade would maybe last a minute. His movements are true, and sharp, and as definite as a sword across an artery. He shows no fear, no joy, no anger, no emotion. He simply moves in, and ends.]
[He turns just to see the other staring, and the attack almost connecting. He would be happy if it had. But for what its worth, he simply sighs at the compliment, as he makes a slight movement to decapitate another monster.]
You say that like I haven't heard that too many times to count. Hardly the most original commentary.
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There's no shortage of fun to be had here, but it's only a shame the world within the tarot card is a mere memory of an ancient battle. Nothing they do here will help or hinder this war-torn world, and that's why Lobelia seldom comes here on his own. Still... it's given him the perfect opportunity to check Vergilius out, quite literally, so he owes The Tower his thanks for the opportunity.
Bringing his fingers to his lips, a sharp whistle cleaves the beast that attempted to dig its fangs into him clean in half. There's something wrong here, something off, like the potency of his audiomancy has been severely restricted... but that's of little concern to Lobelia now. So long as he can injure and maim, he doesn't need strength enough to kill someone instantly. Bleeding out, often enough, is a much worse fate.]
I'm sure you have! Still, have a little humilitΓ©, Vergilius. They say pride is a fool's downfall.
[Not that Lobelia believes that to be true in his own case, given his utter lack of humility.]
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[He grabs a monster by the throat, scarred fingers clenching hard to burst into the flesh, ignoring the spray of blood, before he swerves and throws it Lobelia's way not unlike a pitcher at a baseball tournament. The bleeding body goes flying, Vergilius's eyes following the arc of it with blazing eyes that cause a clear trail of light with the movement. If it hits the other, if it doesn't...he doesn't particular care.]
[He lets out a little huff, almost a laugh, as he shifts his other hand, clutching the gladius, to shank into the limb of a monster attempting to slash over his back. There's an odd heat that comes directly from it, its dark metal glowing a vivid red.]
[There's the smell of burning flesh as he pulls it out, smoke billowing from the edge.]
Is that what you wanted to hear?
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[No! No!! No!!! This is the opposite of what he wants from Vergilius. Sure, his delivery was flat as can be, but the very idea of this fearsome man debasing himself is... well. Lobelia shudders to imagine it, and they're not pleasant shudders either. Gee, how horrifying.
When that monster comes sailing his way, Lobelia twirls before snapping his fingers and leaving what remains of that creature to rain down onto the cracked earth in a slurry of blood and viscera.]
Honte Γ toi, Vergilius! Just now, were you attempting to hit me?
[That's not what he'd call playing nice, but if that's how Vergilius wants to play, Lobelia can certainly accommodate.]
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[He turns a little quickly to hide a little edge of a smirk at the other man being so appalled by the idea of him acting almost demure about his own strength, even if his acting abilities were nothing to write home about.]
[The accusation makes him let out a definite ha, though, ignoring the specks of blood raining down on his back.]
Oh, hardly not. This is such a small space, you know? [The sarcasm drips from his tone, even as he seems to be playing nice by focusing on the beast in front of him, parrying its strikes.] Not my fault you keep getting in my way.
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Heheh! Excusez-moi, but I can't seem to help being drawn into your orbit. Is that another power of yours?
[You know, attracting freaks? As far as Lobelia can tell, it's one Vergilius is quite skilled at.]
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No, I think that's just your problem.
[The earring from his right ear dangles and shines as he shoves the gladius up into a monster's mouth. He glances over at Lobelia - he truly is the dancing madman,as if he is on a stage, performing to a beloved audience. But here, the audience is for him, and him alone, and he wonders how much anyone else has gotten to see of this.]
[He knows most people would run. He wouldn't. He's used to this carnage, after all.]
Is that snapping thing you do from this pact of yours?
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[Dripping with blood and viscera... What will the others think when they see him? Lobelia hopes they're all horrified. He won't linger closely behind, but he will try to leave some conches scattered around to record their panicked squawking.]
Non, the snapping is the trigger for my audiomancy... Ah, but please don't ask too many pointless questions. Explaining how my magic works to you would be no mean feat.
[He demonstrates another one of his magic's triggers on a monster that comes charging his way, cracking his knuckles and shattering a limb with every joint cracked.]
Audiomancy is a magic of my own design. No one else in the Skydom can claim to wield the same power!
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[He watches out of the corner of his eye as the limbs explode - ah. So that's what happened with his legs, that day. What a tricky little trick of an ability. It suits Lobelia. Something pulled out like an invisible weapon, to rip and tear when people least suspect it.]
[He does shake his head, though, something a little amused in the crease of his eyelids.]
You're hardly unique. The Blue Reverberation would give you a run for your money with sound-based tricks. He was much more of a showman than you, too. Pity he's dead. You could've taken a leaf from his book. Guess you'll have to get by on your lonesome.
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[Cold and dead and long-abandoned, Lobelia imagines. He has no qualms with showing off, of course, his movements flowing and needlessly dramatic as he snaps his opponents into ruin... ah, but then Vergilius had to go and say something unnecessary, didn't he?
Sighing in disappointment, Lobelia turns to him and clicks his tongue.]
The Blue Reverberation... Talk about a lack of originalitΓ©! Say what you will, but there is nothing impressive about a corps.
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[DO BETTER, SCRUB. Though that's true - whatever understanding he had of it is long gone, buried in its own little graveyard of the heart.]
[Ah, he's a little annoyed by that. Good. Feeling a sense of accomplishment, he approaches - one monster is at the other's side, and he swiftly moves, gladius almost nicking the other's shoulder as he lunges to pierce through its skull.]
[He stares down, red eyes blazing through his hair.]
Spend less time feeling jealous of a corpse and more time watching your back, Lobelia.
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[Why does Vergilius suppose Lobelia invited him here? There's no better date than one that puts both of their talents to use, is there? If that isn't romantic, Lobelia doesn't want to know what is.
Ah... On second thought, he does understand Vergilius' love language. His blade whistles past, nearly carving into his shoulder, but of course Lobelia isn't so lucky as to taste the business end of the other man's weapon. If only... All the same, he seizes the opportunity to loop an arm around Vergilius and palm the small of his back.]
Why should I when I have you? Heheh. Besides, we're nearly out of monsters. Only two remain...
[...And that would be them. The scent of death is stinging and pungent, settling thickly in the air, but it doesn't bother Lobelia one bit. It certainly doesn't dissuade him from attempting to tug Vergilius flush against him.]
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[The gladius burns - only a flick of the wrist is enough to let it exit out of its target with the oddly sweet scent of burning flesh. But before he's able to step back, the man's hand has snaked around him, like a coil of a tentacle from an octopus's lair.]
[He makes his displeasure apparent with the show of teeth, using his free hand to grasp the other by the shoulder before pushing it away with his palm. Monsters? Ah. He glances around, before realizing what the other is referring to, and he can't help the roll of eyes in clear exasperation.]
Astute observation there. You should become a detective.
[A dry set of statements as he lets his other arm settle with the now-cooling gladius at his side. Death hangs over them both like a shadow. He barely notices it because this, unfortunately, is normal.]
[And it seems its exactly the same for the man currently attempting to embrace him.]
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That's not a bad suggestion! To play the role of both the coupable and the dΓ©tective... Mm, that might be fun!
[But then who would chase him? Giving chase is always exhilarating, but it's also thrilling to think back on how many times he's eluded the law and gotten away with his myriad crimes. After all, no one would think a single man capable of leveling an entire city in an instant.]
But I would rather leave the role of dΓ©tective to someone better suited to the task. Perhaps you would accept the honor?
[Guess who still hasn't given up on embracing Vergilius? Determined to infuriate him, Lobelia's dug his fingers into the fabric of his clothing to hang on tight and tug him back into close proximity.]
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[How infuriating it is, that his very nature is like honey to Lobelia's flies.]
And what, you'd want me to chase you all over town? Is that it? [He grunts at the feeling of the man pressing his hand in, still unrelenting. His hand also digs his fingers into the other's shoulder, as mirror, but to push away.] Hm. Guess I'm a lazy detective. I won't chase you.
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Yanking and tugging at his filthied clothing isn't enough. Vergilius isn't giving him the attention he's owed, but never one to sit on the sidelines and pout over his misfortune, Lobelia is determined to claw it out of him.
I won't chase you, Vergilius flatly states, and it's in that moment that Lobelia licks a stripe up his bloodied, sullied cheek and thrusts his way into his mouth to share the acrid tang with him. Doesn't destruction taste heavenly? If he can give his date no finer gift, let it be the reminder of how sweet death can taste.
Lobelia hums, speaking directly through those vibrations into Vergilius' skull. He's become rather fond of this trick as of late.]
If you refuse to pursue me, you'll quickly find yourself becoming the one pursued instead. What would you rather be, Vergilius? The coupable or the victime?
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[He shudders at it, more from the sensation than anything (the taste is almost familiar, after all, it isn't as if blood has magically been spared from his face in the midst of battle). The voice comes again, like a hum in the back of his mind.]
[He hates this party trick. Damned little audio devil.]
[But! The good news, he thinks, as he settles into his previous little plan of Giving As Little As Possible, is that he can't even answer this question. His mouth is preoccupied! He's not the one with the audio trick!! As if to emphasize how stupid he thinks this is, he lets out a little sigh into the kiss, tip of his tongue pressing against the other's as he returns it akin to a light slap on the wrist.]
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For now, Lobelia has a different punishment in mind, humming in such a way that Vergilius' entire body vibrates, warms him from the inside out. Who needs a hitachi magic wand when you have Lobelia? He's so useful.]
Non, non, ignoring me won't do at all! I showed you a good time, didn't I? You should thank me properly.
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[A little gasp of a breath - the vibrations are moving through him, in and under his skin. It's a blossoming warmth he's not used to. It feels as anathema to him as any sort of physical affection. Pain from a battle is something he'll tolerate. This makes his face pinch tight, though, and now he's no longer letting the kiss linger, but actively pulling away to cut the connection.]
[His voice comes out hoarse, reaching up to grab a handful of the other's hair, pulling it back to growl down at him.]
Stop. Enough of this.
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Lobelia settles back, but he doesn't go far.]
Oh? Is there a problème?
[Does he need to ask a question with such an obvious answer? For the sake of getting under Vergilius' skin and ensuring he sticks there, he absolutely does.]
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[Of course there is. Of course he knows the answer to that. He feels toyed with. Batted at, like a paw playing around with a little animal. It doesn't make him feel small, necessarily, but one thing Vergilius never liked is to feel that someone is gaining the upper hand. Is it pride? Hard to say. Is it pride when you expect to be the most powerful person in the room because someone put you there?]
[His eyes blazing, he's now attempting to shift away, glancing around as if he can see the exit.]
I owe you nothing.
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Really? That's a shame! I thought you might understand how to treat a date like a proper gentilhomme, but I suppose I misunderstood you. Shame.
[Is physical intimacy really that bad? Who hurt you, Vergilius? He'd at least be able to rest assured that there's little risk of any actual love blooming between them, right?]
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[When his search goes nowhere, he moves back towards the magician. His pants are stained from all the viscera he's trod through. He ignores it, as he always does.]
[His breath comes out with a disbelieving huff.]
This isn't a date. You just invited me to kill monsters. That's all.
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Lobelia chucklesβ is that not precisely what a date is? Two people doing what they enjoy and doing it together, but there's no point in saying so when Vergilius is not inclined to listen. Instead, Lobelia simply shrugs his shoulders.]
Are you truly that effrayΓ©? Perhaps you would have an easier time accepting death by my hand than you would the mere concept of a date. Heh! That can be arranged, you know.
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