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Belphegor ([personal profile] knifenut) wrote in [community profile] exsiliumlogs2013-04-28 12:04 am

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Date & Time: April 26th, before the mission
Location: On top of a roof on the outskirts of town
Characters: Belphegor and Flora
Summary: Belphegor disturbs nature, Flora is not pleased.
Warnings: Killing of animals, blood.

Everyone had certain itches they needed to have scratched from time to time. Belphegor sincerely believed there was not a single person on this or any other world that did not have a certain vice they needed to indulge in from time to time. Not that he would make any real excuses for himself if he didn't believe that to be the case. For all his many, many faults at the very least Belphegor did tend to be pretty honest about his odd interests and bad habits.

Sort of like a single granule of sugar in a massive disgusting heap of dirt covered salt, but he still couldn't be faulted for his honesty!

He could however be faulted for the way he tossed up one of the knives modified by the Initiative and watched with a bored expression as it flitted through the air twisting and turning around in the air as it followed one of the smaller birds of the area as it zig zagged around the buildings. And as the knife plunged into the (admittedly still massive) chest of the poor creature he still looked bored to tears as he held out his hand and waited for the bloody knife to free itself from the bird and fly back up to his hand.
showmeyourwreath: (❀ Eucalyptus)

[personal profile] showmeyourwreath 2013-04-28 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
It was a day, today here in the city. Not a particularly nice one, at least in terms of the weather--very few of them were as she'd been used to--but if she refused to go out every time it happened, Flora would never leave anywhere, these days. She'd been walking, with her eventual destination being her greenhouse, but she was taking the scenic route. It was easier to teleport, and sure enough, some days she did, indeed, do that, but for all that she could appear and disappear, and fly as well, it was good to stretch your legs, see where they might take you.

Her eyes narrowed. "Where" seemed to be to strange things, today. Curiosity saw her pick up her pace; she couldn't make them out from here, but there were weird shapes on the ground...--she stopped suddenly, hands flying to her mouth in shock.

Birds. There were birds everywhere, bloody and broken.

"Oh, no...." she breathed, sparing a moment to be horrified and sad, but no more than that. Flora walked quickly and carefully about them, hoping that maybe some of them were alive, but when this would turn out not to be true, she crouched down and gathered the one nearest to her in her hands. The poor thing was as dead as the rest, but that fact had no bearing on her gentle handling of it as she brushed feathers back and away to have a better look. There were no claws or bites, nothing that suggested a beak's gouge either. This wasn't a predator's work--what kind of predator would leave all these kills behind?

She turned her gaze skyward for an answer and there was no time for surprise--immediately her hand waved sharply to slow a falling bird with magic. Looking at it, she knew this one was dead, too, but it had just fallen. She might be able to catch whatever was responsible if she hurried. Staring upwards once again, she snapped her fingers, and all the birds on the ground disappeared. She would see to them later, but she couldn't leave them lying there in the meantime.

"Believix!" And with a flash of familiar light, she had her wings , and wasted no time taking off and up to the rooftop.
showmeyourwreath: (❁ Shadblow)

[personal profile] showmeyourwreath 2013-04-28 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Flora wasn't a bloodthirsty sort. Sure, there were times where even she could spoil for a fight, but as upset as she was, this wasn't one of those times. More than anything else, she wanted to understand what had happened here, and why.

"You were the one that killed them all, weren't you?" He was the only one in the immediate area, but she being what she was, it wasn't the only thing she could base her decision off. The bloodied knife, however, that was a different story. It fit with what happened to them.
showmeyourwreath: (✿ Horsechestnut)

[personal profile] showmeyourwreath 2013-05-01 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Her eyes moved away from the knife to stare at him, eyes blinking in surprise. That was a crown, wasn't it? But the rest of his outfit was hardly regalia--it might have been a harmless accessory, but then again, it might not have been. She couldn't be sure either way.

What she was sure of was that her first question was getting to be more and more of a formality by the second. He really wanted her to see that knife. Knowing that made things easier, in a way. Flora wasn't backing down and clearly did not care for his attitude, but she would not be baited, either. "Why did you do it?"
showmeyourwreath: (✿ Koran Evodia)

shishishishishi

[personal profile] showmeyourwreath 2013-05-04 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"You were--what kind of person kills innocent things just because they're bored?! That's terrible!" If he'd been hunting for food, that was one thing, but the ground had been littered with bodies because he'd had nothing better to do?! It was absurdly cruel and made her so angry!
showmeyourwreath: (✾ Boronia)

she's such a hippie

[personal profile] showmeyourwreath 2013-05-06 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Just because other people do it doesn't make it right. Killing things when you don't need to is cruel. And you couldn't even be bothered to take care of them when you killed them. You--you just left them there!" Like they were no better than trash that he couldn't have even been bothered to clean up. It was a gross disregard for life on so many levels.
showmeyourwreath: (✾ Foxtail Fern)

remember though hippies were fucking hardcore man

[personal profile] showmeyourwreath 2013-05-15 02:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"If you have time to do it, you should have time to take care of after. If you don't, then you shouldn't be killing anything in the first place." She was angry, certainly, but a part of her knew that her words must have been falling on deaf ears. She wasn't surprised, she knew his type, even if she couldn't be certain that he was as bad as some of the others. Flora hoped not.

Her eyes narrowed as he reached into his jacket. It could have been for anything, and she would have liked to have been proven wrong, but she had a feeling it might not have been for anything good.

"What are you doing?"
showmeyourwreath: (❀ Lily Elite)

PSSSH YOUR FACE

[personal profile] showmeyourwreath 2013-05-21 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
That strange laugh again. She can't say she liked it one bit, it didn't seem to herald anything good so far, a suspicion that was swiftly concerned when he just as quickly threw a knife. She'd expected him to try something, though, and with a wave of her hand, a green forcefield encased the bird. The knife reflected, denied its target.

"That's enough!" And with the cry, that same hand began to glow. Every bird flying in the immediate area, including the one she'd protected, soon burst into motes of light, vanishing completely, out of harm's way.

The entire time, her angry eyes have never left his form.
showmeyourwreath: (✾ Tulip)

GUESS WHO REMEMBERED STUFF

[personal profile] showmeyourwreath 2013-06-09 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Whoever you are, put the knife away. I'm not in the mood to fight with you." But she would, if it came to that, and she wouldn't feel sorry about it. Not one bit.