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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.
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.
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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.
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Well now... this looked much more promising than what he'd been doing before. While the birds were impressively sized they hadn't been much of a fight for him. While he (stupidly) had the confidence he could take care of this fight in no time flat, it would still be nice to face someone who might actually last for longer than five seconds.
Brushing some of the water off his pants Belphegor hoisted himself up into a standing position, keeping the blood covered knife on hand so there would be no doubt he was the perpetrator, flicking it up into the air and catching it with a practiced ease as he wanted for the confrontation to come to him.
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"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.
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And she was right about that knife. Belphegor held it up in a way to display the blade and the bird's blood all over it. "And what if I was?"
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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?"
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As for the baiting? Well... Belphegor was pretty decent at egging people on when he wanted to be, and if she was already upset with him now then his attitude probably wasn't going to help endear him to her any. He grinned at her question, hissing out a weird laugh before answering the question. "I was bored."
shishishishishi
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"All kinds of people. Don't most people hunt for that reason these days?"
she's such a hippie
the biggest hippie!
remember though hippies were fucking hardcore man
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?"
PSSSSSSSH
He laughed but declined to answer Flora's scolding or her question, not with words anyway. Without uttering a single phrase he pulled a single knife out in one quick, fluid motion and tossed it skyward at the circling bird.
PSSSH YOUR FACE
"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.
psssh YOUR face!!
And even when she glares at him she doesn't stop laughing. A knife is in his hand again quickly. "It'll be enough when I say it's enough."
GUESS WHO REMEMBERED STUFF
WAS IT VYND?
And just like that he's tossing a handful directly at her. What a gentleman.