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Date & Time: June 23, post bombs
Location: On the outskirts of the city
Characters: Seviilia and Belphegor
Summary: One is leaving the city after the confusion and one is entering. They collide.
Warnings: People who like stabbing things.

[The bombing had attracted Seviilia into town for only one reason, and that had been the call of battle as per usual. She had yet to make any lasting connections with the inhabitants here, mostly of her own choosing. It has been easier on Azeroth, when all she needed to do was retreat to the Plaguelands for a bit of peace and quiet, as well as for some much needed carthetic hacking and slashing.

Exsilium was different, almost claustrophobic in comparison. But it was an island rich with the corpses of the dead as well, which occupied her time when nothing else presented itself. She does not often bring her minions into town, knowing they are an extension of her and that people are rarely comfortable with them. Now, however, two ghouls crawl on all fours beside her as she slips quietly out of the city, axes strapped to the back of her dreadplate. She had taken time to clean her armor of gore before leaving, intent on continuing her search for a more...suitable home.

Her skin felt patchy, dry even for a reanimated corpse due to the heat from the bombs. It would take a few days for her frost magic to catch up with her and rejuvinate her limbs back to normal -- annoying, but certainly not the end of the world. She becomes absorbed in picking off stray specs from her gauntlet just as she's leaving, ears peeled for anyone who might appear in front or behind her.]

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[ While the bombs might have attracted Seviilia in, they'd chased Belphegor off. Well, that isn't exactly true, the sickness that had been slowly eating away at people had chased him away from people in general. He'd been biding his time and waiting for a chance to escape the island when the United Earth had taken things into their own hands.

Now, days later when things were settled and Belphegor felt relatively sure that he wouldn't have to deal with any unnecessary consequences returning to the city he is venturing back in. Surprisingly enough he seems to be staying on his best behavior as he skips along rooftops looking at the streets below, until he comes across a pretty unusual sight.

The concept of undead creatures isn't unfamiliar to this kid. Shortly before he showed up at Exsilium he'd been helping a large group of people take down some less than living corpses that were causing problems, but for as rotted and disgusting looking as those had been they sure didn't seem to move like these two did now.

He wastes no time leaping off the low building he's standing on towards Seviilia and her minions. ]

[The noise doesn't startle Seviilia, but its enough to make her lift her head and for one of the two creatures to turn instinctively and leap at Belphegor to try and pin him to the ground. The Death Knight herself doesn't appear perturbed, but then again all of her caution had gone into commanding one of the ghouls to assess the threat.

A child--human by the looks of it. Not an immediate concern, but she wouldn't call the ghoul off from leaping. No reason for a child his age to be lurking around on rooftops after the city had just been bombed. If he had anything to show for himself, he'd attack it. That was fine with her -- after all, it was just a corpse. There were plenty of those around.]

[ It's fortunate she wasn't all that concerned about losing any of her ghouls, because Belphegor is coming to a complete stop as the ghoul launches itself at him, a large grin stretching across his face in the few seconds it takes for him to pull out a handful of knives and toss them at the creature with the intention of turning it into an undead pincushion.

These things certainly don't look like they're as much of a threat as the ones he's fought back in his world, but then again rotting didn't seem to slow those particular creatures down much. ]

[Indeed, the ghoul was fast and resiliant, a tool of war that was crafted as such. The creature groaned in pain, continuing its advance a bit more slowly now that it was full of knives before it seemed to collapse suddenly, almost awkwardly, the blood from its wounds turning purple and disappearing. When Belphegor would look up, he might notice the runes at Seviilia's collar bone have briefly turned that same color purple, and her fingertips coated with a colored aura to match.

No sense in wasting the energy, after all.]

It is quite rude to sneak up on people.

[ Definitely not as much of a threat as the undead creatures he'd gone toe to toe with back home. He hadn't expected the creature to go down that easy, and he's actually showing some caution as he moves towards it slowly. He'll be wanting those knives back, even if they're covered in ghoul goo.

He doesn't bother to look up at Seviilia as he nudges the corpse with the toe of his boot trying to turn it over. ]

It's rude to attack people out of the blue too.

[She's not going to correct him as he nudges the corpse. It stays firmly on the ground, still, with no signs of staind back up. Seviilia watches him with slight amusement -- at least he wasn't quite stupid enough to think an animated corpse might not stand back up.]

Call it a reflex. All things considered, it appears that they are not unfounded.

[The elf nods her head at the knives.]

[ When it does move he doesn't hesitate to give it a big kick to flip it over the way he wants it, keeping his head down as he watches for signs of moment as he kneels down to pull his knives out.

He snickers at the comment. ]

It's a dangerous place here. I'm just trying trying to protect myself.