[closed]

[scornful]

Date & Time: The Children's Crusades, 1212 [07/28-07/30, Exsilium Time]
Location: San Pietro Island off Sardinia
Characters: Catsovi e Viciro (scornful), Syllona (lexiconning)
Summary: *GERARD WAY VOICE* or more helpfully, mission
Warnings: WE ARE ROLLING IN THE BLOOD OF DEAD CHILDREN, MANY, MANY OF THEM

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[ arrival ]
[ crash ]

Comments

[lexiconning]

[ Cat's attack on the taller child has the others in full panic, even Syllona turns to blink as the body drops. The shock ends for one boy and he lunges for her, fist aimed at her head. Her reaction to this is immediate. She reels out of his range, dagger curled again in her hand. He loses balance with the swing and she's fast with a rough slash to his throat -- and a second. There's anger behind it.

But just as quickly as it happens, Syllona stumbles back, tense and quick to right herself against the rock of the ship. The smaller child still lies at her feet, sputtering coughs and sobbing, but Syllona doesn't look.

The others flee, screaming. It's not hard to guess they'll have worse company soon. ]

[scornful]

[ Catsovi, his back still turned to Syllona, smiles just slightly. Good. She's getting the hang of it.

With a quick flick of the wrist, he snaps the crying boy's neck before Syllona's attention can return to him.

And that done, he looks ahead. ]

Sounds like the crew's noticed. Is that correct? [ Cat gestures forwards, towards the wheel. Armed crewmen are coming down towards them now, quickly. Their steps are sure and certain against the rocking of the ship.

He shifts his grip on his sword and strides forwards, moving quickly. He too appears unbothered by the swaying of the deck. He raises both hands -- four, five fleeing children drop dead all around them, screams cut off by suddenly severed necks or spines. ]

Let's go meet them.

[lexiconning]

Ah- [ Her response dies in her throat after Cat's little display. She throws a shocked look his way, trying for the life of her to summon a little-- what? Horror at the gore? Outrage that he didn't tell her? There's too much happening at once to decide which, but she's leaning towards the latter.

Syllona moves to follow, much less sure of her own steps. She gives her head a shake, to clear it, and switches the dagger to her left hand to take out a stick of chalk. ]

I don't-- don't think I'll be much use like this. [ The entrance to the lower half of the ship isn't far off, children wasting no time to hurry down. An idea strikes. She holds her breath, eying the crewmen fast approaching. ]

I can make this easier, if I get a minute. Can you take them?