exsiliumlogs | Alcohol and Murder

Who: Ionae, Takegami. Anyone who might be hanging out at a bar can also reply to the first part
What: Ionae tells drunken stories of her mysterious past, then gets in trouble.
Where: An establishment within the city that sells intoxicating beverages
When: Late at night
Warnings: Alcohol and Murder

Ionae got another drink from the bartender before going back to her story. This one was blue and bubbly and it had a paper umbrella and crazy straw in it. Most of the bar was doing their best to ignore her, and those that weren't were finding her rambling tale difficult to follow. It seemed to be a tale of how Ionae the demon queen had conquered much of a place called The Counterplanes.

"Soo around then, Anamama...Amam...Anamalech! Anamalech finally stopped cowering behind the council, and all those bloodworms I had bribded him with paid off. Finally. The spineless bastard."

She stopped for a moment to organize the next part in her mind.

"Anyways at that point, it was total chaos. Every Matrijati for themselves, like it SHOULD be. I held back until they tired themselves out, then stepped in and showed them my true power. I was crowned as queen before the council's cronies knew what was going on! Ah, those were the days. Total power over almost the whole of the Counterplanes."

Her story complete, Ionae took a sip of her drink. "Damn and hellfire that's sweet. I don't think I can drink this. Who wants it?"

***

As fun as reminiscing about the past was, eventually Ionae decided that enough was enough, and it was time to go home while she could still walk in a more or less straight line. The night air was bracingly cold, and the shock of it as she stepped out the front door helped her clear her mind a bit. She adjusted her cloak, then set off in the careful stride of one who knows she is not entirely sober but wishes to appear like they are.

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She was too funny. Takegami sat in the back, sipping his drinks while the fallen eldritch horror got drunker and drunker. He would have laughed but right now, he was far too busy stealing a little time with a rather pretty thing he had found and wanted to play with a little. After she left though, he found himself listening to the amusing stories about life as an eternal being that really did not get the real reason of that eternity.

Of course Ionae just had to leave when things were getting good. Takegami spent a few moments thinking about what was said and about his options before laughing to himself and tossing money on the table to pay for his tab. He might be a little tipsy, but he was certainly not going to let this opportunity pass, oh no, not when she was in a state of intoxication. So out the door he went and it took him little time to actually find her trail and to fall in step behind her. The darkness of the city was nothing new to him - he was a predator and this always been his kind of hunting ground. Of course everyone here had weapons but that would never stop him.

After all, not even the death penalty has stopped him before.

He measured his step to echo just after hers, keeping an even four stride behind her, smiling a little with the hood of his jacket shadowing his face. This rings on his fingers twitched before he told them no, his voice a whisper on the wind.

After a minute or two of walking she stopped, listening to the slightly odd echo of her steps, then glanced behind. It almost sounded like someone was following her.

Her hand, hidden by her cloak, slipped to the pistol holster by her side...

He stopped when she stopped, a smile spreading across his face. It has been too long for him, the feel of the hunt and the understanding that this time, he may not turn out so lucky. His fingers flexed, the rings shifting a little before quieting down and he waited.

Oh, it's him. Ionae actually drew her gun, though from where Takegami was standing, he couldn't actually see it. She spoke slowly and carefully, but clearly.

"So. You're no longer content to merely taunt me over the network, now you're actually stalking me down dark streets?"

"Stalking?" He added a hinting of confusion to his voice, arching an eyebrow and the smile disappearing as fast as it was there. He wasn't sure at how good she was with having normal human senses, but he was enjoying playing around with her all the same.

"No, I am merely heading in the same direction as you are."

[ooc; need to okay to kill him off completely so might have to banter a little first. Okay? ]

"A likely story." She sounded a bit uncertain herself, though. It WAS possible he was just walking home as well. Basically everyone lived in the same place, after all.

After a second or two, she decided that even if it WAS a coincidence, he could go fuck off. "Find a different route. I don't trust you at my back."

[I was planning on drawing this out a bit anyways. Lemme know when you're ready.]

Edited 2012-11-28 20:59 (UTC)

"So defensive. Are you afraid that I may actually kill you?"

He had to laugh at his words though, shoving his hands into his pockets and shaking his head slowly. Honestly the idea had crossed his mind but to do so would be a waste of effort. It may make her a bit more amusing when she came back, but no. Given what her stories were about, it took no genius to figure out that she was horrified of any kind of death.

"There are all sorts of things that can happen to a women who gets accosted by a strange man while walking by herself on a dark street. None of which I care to experience."

Takegami heard the click of a gun's safety catch being turned off.

"Color me cautious."

His lips twitched at that sound. Maybe he should be cautious; after all, she is not use to a lot of human feelings if her tales were to be trusted. Fear might be a big one followed by getting drunk, but really. What did he have to fear from a gun? Pain? Death? That would be ridiculous.

So instead of retreating, Takegami's smile grew wider and he moved until he could feel the barrel pressing against him through the layers of his clothing. He didn't look at it, or even acknowledge that it was there. Instead he chuckled softly, letting his voice drop to a more seductive tone.

"You're not my type." A pause and he just sadly shook his head. "I prefer my women with a little more backbone."

In a moment of surprising violence and strength, Ionae shoved Takegami into a wall with the gun sticking up under his chin. "Listen you worm, I have no interest in your power plays. I've seen better. I've made better! One little twitch of my finger and your life is OVER, splattered against this wall. So don't talk to me about backbone!"

"So?"

He could feel the metal dig into his chin, can smell the gunpowder and the oils on the gun. His fingers twitched and he pushed against the wall, leaning in to the gun, all the while staring down at her.

"So? Death and life are two sides of the same coin. Why should I be scared of death? I am dying already. You are dying already. Each breath is death."

She took a step back as a slightly wild look entered her eyes, though the gun was still trained on his chest. "You're going to be the one who dies first you freak! What is WRONG with you!?"

She didn't wait for an answer, though, she just shot him. Twice.

He would have said that there was nothing wrong with him. On the contrary, there was something wrong with the rest of humanity and their obsession with staying alive. The gasping need to stay alive no matter what was only another facet of their inability to see the world in all it's brutal honesty.

But it was hard to say that when someone just shot a couple bullets into his chest. He could feel the numbness and tearing pain, the feel of blood and bone cracking under his skin. He coughed, staggered back and felt the numbness spread.

And it all made him laugh.

She took one step back. Then another. Then she turned and ran.

Alcohol and Murder

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