True, but It does have quite some interesting areas in it. The armory for one caught my eye.
>He's striding over to bring the other in an embrace from behind, hummingg.
And what of you, mon petit chasseur?
>Oh thank Bahamut, at least Lobelia was here with him. He leans into the embrace, relaxing.
10:40 PM
The armory was interesting.....
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...Hm.
10:41 PM
>He's thinking.
It isn't a bad selection, of course if you're in need of something more familiar I can oblige.
>He's comfortable!
So many of them seem...almost nervous, no? It's fascinating.
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And thank you, I know I can count on you.
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Hmm.
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If they're that nervous...
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>He smiles at Lobelia, soft.
Maybe we should play a game with them? How about it?
1>He's laughing, he's happy. And then. That smile gets a little devious.
Ah, it has been...a time since we've gotten to let loose, no? Sounds like as good a time as any to me.
>Ahhh. It's been so long since they got to go on a good hunt. Too many rules, too many questions. So heading out tonight with his beloved at his side felt special. And when he sees who stands ahead, he's all too pleased. He remembers this was one of the scared ones. He'll make fun prey.
Ah, salut~ Curious about this place too still, no?
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@bertdil
>Gran's just holding Lobelia :)
>Poor soul that he is, he's got no idea what terrible trap he's walked into. In fact, he's all smiles, giving a friendly wave. Trying to brush off the dread he'd felt earlier.
Hey again! Yeah, I'm still looking around. Haven't found any exits myself, what about you two?
>Gran shakes his head, frowning.
No, we've already looked. No dice on that front.
>One of the scared ones... He has to not smile, not yet. The fun hasn't started.
It would seem whatever brought us here intends to keep it that way, at least for now. Although, maybe those computers hold the key. the ones that work anyway.
>He's got an arm around Gran, jovial smile, polite conversations all around!
Of course, it makes all this more interesting no? The why, the how. And the...opportunities.
>He snaps his fingers, and suddenly there's a thud of something behind him.
It brings about plenty of those, right?
>He knows that thud.
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>But he'll act like he didn't hear it! Not yet.
>His smile freezes on his face when he hears the thud. Something's wrong. Something's very, very wrong, he can feel in his circuits. Warning signs blaring
DANGER! DANGER! in his mind.
...Opportunities?
>It sounds almost strained, the way he says it. Like he's trying to pretend this is still a friendly conversation.Opportunities.
>He laughs, gives Gran's shoulders a squeeze!
But of course! Much to discover, much to take advantage of....
>He's loosening his hold on Gran, now.
much to hunt.
>There's a blush on Gran's face as he smiles! Moving behind Lobelia and----
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>Oh.
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>He's holding a giant axe now. With a murderous glint in his eyes.
To...hunt..
>The smile crumbles off his face as his stance changes. No longer friendly and open, he's suddenly readied in a fighter's stance. It's a practiced one, clearly having fought with his fists before, but...
Well, you two aren't getting past me. You two aren't "hunting" any innocent people as long as I'm here!
>His words would maybe hold more weight if his hands weren't trembling.
....
Innocent, huh.....
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>He shakes his head--- readying the axe.
Well, no matter. I'll still cut you down. I never get to let loose like this!
>Oh, was the man getting....defensive? How cute.
Ah...haha...haha! Ah, no no. You misunderstand. Right now we jusst want you.
>He waves his hand, a gay little flourish because he's insufferable.
Ma bête vicieuse, its finally time for you to play.
>Okay, okay, okay think Moros, clearly he's gotta take them down one at a time, and the guy in the back should go down fast after the guy with the axe - so axe boy goes down first.
>And he's charging, already trying to knock Gran down and out before going after Lobelia. If only it was that easy.
>With a grin, Gran charges right towards Moros--- Axe held steady in his hands. An experienced fighter, ready to play.
You won't get past me, no matter how you try.
>Bold, too. What an excellent choice to start their hunt with. It's so funny to witness, he can't resist laughing more.
You think he'll be that easy? He is mon prince bien-aimé du meurtre. Your first mistake was trying to fight instead of run. (edited)
>Maybe... maybe he'll just...
>Oh, I dunno.
>Do a headbutt? No... No I think Gran will switch his hold to one handed--- grabbing for Moros with the free hand to push him back.
Give me a good chase, won't you?
>He stumbles back at the push, but he looks confused - and a little scared? - at Gran's words.
C-Chase? You...
>For a moment, his anger overrides the fear he feels in this situation. He's not going to run, not when he could do something-!
>And in he goes again, charging back at Gran once more.
>And the grin widens again!
>Wrong move, Moros!
>He's going to just... stand there. Ready his axe...
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>And strike for his elbow.
>Seeing his beloved so delighted and eager to kill, it lights a wicked madness in his eyes.
>His eyes widen in the brief second before [gore] his arm is taken, landing on the floor as he screams through his teeth. Fuck. Fuck, he was careless.
>It hits where this situation was really and truly familiar. Fuck, he's going to die, isn't he?
>...He's gotta get out of here. He's got to run to warn someone. He's got to at least tell someone, to prevent any other deaths. He turns to run - to find someone, anyone to tell.
>What a beautiful display, his eyes go wide and his smile grows wide seeing and hearing the thud of the severed arm hit the ground. But more importantly was the screams Moros made. Ah, ah! Such a beautiful, delightful sound. He's so pleased, so proud ass he strides up from behind where Gran stands, grinning as he leans in and...
>Gives him a gentle kiss on the lips.
Good boy, good job. Allow me to step in, won't you?
>Not that he waits, leaving another kiss to his cheek as he walks ahead, holding his hand out toward the man running and snapping his fingers, severing one of his legs at the knee sharp and clean as a blade.
Ahhhh!!!! What beautiful sounds you make! What a joyous start to our hunt. Hehaha!
>He snaps his fingers again and whoops! there goes his other arm! What a thrill~
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12:15 AM
>Oh he's melting. Letting out a dreamy sigh as Lobelia walks ahead to deal with their latest hunt himself.
Hehe...~ I hope you enjoy the rest of your hunt...~
>Oh good! Glad they're having fun! Lobelia's sure going to have new screams for his collection, because Moros sure will be letting out a lot of them. There's going to be some sparking too, considering he's a Nasod and all.
>Why was he programmed to feel pain? Why can't he work past it? He just needs to get out of here still, just needs to get away to be able to tell someone who did this-
>...He was scared. This wasn't like last time, where he at least died quickly, and if the two listen closely they'll hear a hoarse and choked-
W hy..?
[MOROS] has gone offline......
>A smile.
Because, I wanted to. That's all.
>He gives a little wave, a playful wiggle of his fingers as he glances back.
Haha! I'll make sure to record the rest for you, mon amour~
>He laughs, he whistles as he strides over to the fallen man. Grin hardly friendly now. Darker, hungrier, wicked. sinister.
Because it makes us happy. Now, produce for me an orchestra, won't you?
>And he beams as he raises both his hands now and-
>snaps.
.......
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Phew....
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>He finally was able to seperate from Daisuke and Javi...
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Ah, how was it? Nothing amiss?
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>Oh! There's his beloved! A smile appears on Gran's face as he goes to wrap his arms around Lobelia--- lifting him up!
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Nothing amiss!
>Ah, his little hunter was so strong! It makes him smile, makes him laugh.
Good! Very good. The last thing we'd want is our hunt to end too soon, no?
Mm!
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>He does a little spin--- before setting Lobelia down.
We wouldn't want the fun to end just yet.
So... do we want to kill tonight or...?
>He's thinking, he's thinking.
Hmm...no, let them have a break. Gives them more time to be terrifed of each other possibly being the culprit. Gives us time to think of who may make good prey next.
...
Though you know, I was wondering.
>Gran nods, leaning against Lobelia and placing his chin at the crook of Lobelia's neck. Isn't he such a cute beast.
What were you thinking...?
Well. The one from last night mentioned...innocents, no? But...before we even did anything, even though we're the only ones here some spoke of a danger to be prepared for.
>He's giving a soft ruffle to his hair as he muses.
That hardly sounds like something someone innocent would say, don't you think? At the very least it's...suspicious.
>He melts into the hair ruffle, letting out a content sigh. Before perking up.
Hmmm. That is true. Most of them seemed to be... almost prepared that something would happen.
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I'm not sure that an innocent person would go for that first thing.
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Kind of contraditory.
Isn't it? It's stayed with me since I first heard it said, but there was...hardly any reason to beyond wondering how we got there at all. And if they're not innocent, then...
>A little smooch to his forehead.
Then its no different from our usual hunts after all then, yes?
Haha... you've got me there.
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It's not really all that different, if they're prepared for something to happen then... we might as well give it to them, right?
Exactly! Clever as always, Mon cher bourreau. So why not enjoy ourselves as we do? It hass been enjoyable so far.
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Of course! It's been really fun.
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Ohhh, i haven't had this much of a fun hunt in ages. Now... let's figure out who we'll get next, shall we?
Oui! It's been quite satisfying. But hmm. The tall one...he looks like he might be satisfying to go against. He's already so on edge, it would make a good challenge, no?
Fancy a game of cat and mouse?
>What to do what to do....
Gran stands in the armory, staring at the weapons. To the regular person he would look as if he was trying to figure out which weapon was possibly used for the last murder--- when in reality...
Well. Let's just say, he was trying to figure out what weapon he wanted to use.
>He couldn't exactly use his handy dandy axe again... that'd be too suspicious.
>Gran stands there, even as he hears footsteps walking around, chin in hand as he stares in thought.
@japanese point in my life (Azzy)
> ...He's patrolling.
> Raven has suffered so much already. So much has happened to him. He needs to ensure it *wont* again. He already promised as much when he took up the oath of the book.
...
>He tilts his head.. Is someone awake?@THE BIBLICAL FUCKING DEVIL
>Someone was awake! And he turns his head when he hears the footsteps come close.
?
Is someone there...?
>He doesn't return the call, but instead, he stares at him rather intently. Sure he will seem weird for this if it *isn't* him... But that's fine......
>Gran fully turns around, staring back at Basilisk.
>Raising an eyebrow.
Looks like there is someone there.
>He didn't quite have a target in mind, compared to Lobelia.
>But this one...
>This one should prove a nice challenge.
>He stays calm, despite his inner thoughts.
...Yes.
...Tell me, are all of those just for show?Doesn't look like it, no.
>Gran decides to get closer to the weapons, grabbing one of the swords on display and-- testing it by swinging it in the air.
Hmmmm. Nope! Not for show.
This feels just the right weight a real sword should be.
...
>He grips the knife at his side tightly.
What do you plan to use it for, then?Hm?
>Tilting his head, he raises an eyebrow again.
>He doesn't miss the knife at Basilisk's side, but is sure to act like he isn't aware.
I wasn't thinking of using it for anything. I figured a test would show that it's indeed a real sword?
>...Yet he's not letting it go.
...
>His eyes narrow. Seems they're at an impasse. Regardless of whether or not this guy *was* involved in anything before or after, someone is going to get hurt during this encounter.
I see.
...Do you know who killed Moros, then?>Smart.
>Gran lets the sword rest at his side--- tapping the side of his face with his free hand.
Well, I have a guess, but I'd like to hear your theory first?
If that's allowed, of course.
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This would be far too easy, you victim showing up right at your door.
...But. I think that look in your eyes... And the fact that it was a spectacle, and art piece, rather than just a 'murder', tells me all I need to know.
You have a variety of weaponry, and you most likely used the axe to kill Moros.
...Is that what you wanted to hear?>Gran whistles--- before grinning.
Wow! I had a feeling you were a smart cookie.
Though...
>He points at the wall.
>There's still an axe. And he's still smiling--- it doesn't look as if it's been moved.
I didn't use that one.
>Absentmindly, Gran wonders how Lobelia is faring--- but figures he'll figure out later.
Anyways. You've figured it out, you're real quick on the uptake.
So, you know what's to be done, right?
>... A partner then.
...Of course. The grip on his knife tightens.
And regardless of who leaves this room alive, he'll make sure everyone knows he was a part of it.
Great! Then...
>The look in his eyes is so bright--- as he charges towards Basilisk!
I hope you like being my hunt of the night!
>He braces himself for impact, going on the defensive rather than offensive for the moment.
>Ohhh! The defensive..! Looks like the hunter will have to... try another approach, swerving around to get Basilisk's back with the sword.
>With him focusing on his back, he grabs at the man, and, with his feet planted on the floor, attempts to throw him over his shoulder.
>He braces himself for impact, going on the defensive rather than offensive for the moment.
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>Well! Guess what! Gran will allow himself to be thrown--- just so he can stab the other's lower arm. Letting go out of the sword as he's thrown back to the weapon selection, righting himself so that he lands on his feet. A familiar dance.
Thanks!
>Gran grabs another sword. Running back--- hopefully with the pain of the sword stuck in his arm, Gran can just---
>Run his next sword right through him....!
>He braces himself for impact, going on the defensive rather than offensive for the moment.
1----!!
>A frown makes its way onto his face--- before shifting to a grin. It hurt! And yet. It gives him an idea---
>He forces himself closer, taking the sword out and stabbing again. And again. Pushing him after the third stab, before... laying atop of him to stab more. Aiming for non vital parts so that he can be alive when he---
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>Stabs his neck.
>Throws aside the sword.
>And begins to choke the other as he bleeds out---
>However, he begins to dig his thumbs into the wound... more and more into his neck. And once he's sure he's got a good grip--- Gran uses his strength to rip apart the other's neck, a manic grin on his face.
Hahaha.....
3That was fun...
>Ah, but he should get up. Gran powers through the shaking of his arm as he does so. He should... Look for... Lobelia. Get this bandaged up.
Man vs Lizard
>Unlike the first night, he had more an Idea of the prey he wanted for his hunt. As for the how, it's a growing list of what to do when he finds them. He's been examining the Mecha again in the hangar, pondering over it and its possibilities.
Hmmm. Is there really a way for such thing to...
>However he perks up as soon as he realizes there's another. And isn't it his lucky day when he sees who it was?
Ah! Greetings, I was thinking about this robot again. I know it can't exactly move but I wanted to make sure it couldn't, you know?
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@DEMONIC GAP MOE
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>For the first instance, he didn't awaken to four steel walls and company, but instead, is met with...an eerily familiar face.
>Ahhh. This damned robot again, too.
...I detest robots.
>he says, duly, slowly creeping towards the scene.
Have you found any particular knobs of the sort?
Not that I can really tell. Of course, my expertise was never with such things, I'm hardly a man of science.
>He's walking around it as he speaks looking over with a careful eye, a concerned frown.
From what I can see, it hasn't seemed to have moved at all. A relief in that I think. One thing perhaps we can cross off the list of possibilities.
>Science. The visible crease in his brows vanishes as quickly as it appears.
...one could never be too certain.
>There's a dual meaning to this, as he recounts the first death, and the murderer who had yet to return.
It has a purpose. I would at least assume as much.
True, but at least if we know that it can't move then, well. That rules out a lot of things to worry about later.
>He gives a jovial smile, putting his hands to the metal.
You think so? How so?
...right.
>he strides closer now, though not enough to be within reach of the.. Erm. Robot.
Call it a hunch. I've survived many a similar 'robot' that most assumed abandoned.
This one could be no different. Dormant.
Dormant.... Well, I really hope it isn't. I wouldn't know what to do with it if it could move, or anyone if they could make it move.
>There's that eyebrow raise again.
Ah, you sound like you've....been through much, from the sounds of it. Including something similar to this?
Hm. Neither would I.
>He speaks from many, terrible, recounted experiences and crosses his arms.
That I have.
>would it matter to share a crumb of his past in a place where nothing mattered?
I once escaped a war-ridden country. Home to "robots" similar to these. I do not like them. Or their sounds.
And then this. Is it not familiar to you? The rules? The setup? ...I know it full well. I've survived this too.
Ah, it sounds like you have quite the life experiences. I'd have liked to hear them, in better circumstances.
>He's looking genuinely curious about it all, but there isn't something quite right in his eyes. A little too interested.
Familiar? Non, I cannot say I've ever been in such a situation. But if you know it, then perhaps if you don't mind sharing what may lie ahead? To be prepared of course.
Loathe as I am to say it, I do.
Though the clouds began to part when I married the man I hold dearest to me.
>He can feel his heart twinge at the thought of their circumstances now. What a cruel, dreadful situation this was.
Then I should tell you now. So you'd best listen closely.
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Most of us will die. The fact alone is finite.
...I have my theories. And I'm won't to trust anyone.
Ah, you are married? Love is a marvelous thing, is it not? Une circonstance malheureuse, mais qui ne me concerne pas.
>His smile is genuinely soft saying this, even now he thinks of his beloved, he hopes he's having fun off on his own hunt.
Most of us will die? Hmm, I can understand the concern you held about it then. But if that's the case...
>He walks between the legs of the robot, stops. Smiles, and it's far from nice.
Most of them...not a bad idea. Well! You can at least be assured that your theories were likely right. Unfortunately, you'll be telling them to no one else. Je savais que tu ferais une proie idéale.
>He snaps his fingers, and something on the wall explodes behind Hoshi.
Would you like to at least try to run?
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>He hardly has the time to react, for the explosion that's set off causes him to flinch.
You...
>It comes as a lowly growl, and despite the pitiful pocket knife now swung into his grasp, he braces himself for a fight.
...tsk.
>And with a huff of breath, he takes his charge towards Lobelia, looking to his surroundings in the case of potential foul play.
>He was right. And he should have known better.
>He should have! It's a shame it's too late of a realization as Lobelia darts off, though not before-
Message.
>And suddenly theres a sharp, shrill sound ringing far too close to Hoshi's horns out of nowhere, distant laughter in the background.
>Dark eyes widen from the disturbance; the ringing that just about invades his senses is far too deafening against perceptive horns that he swings his blade as an impulse. His fangs gnash together and form a desperate snarl.
What manner of...magic... UGH-!
>The laughter is the worst of it. He can't even rely on the only worthwhile weapon etched behind his eye.
Daisuke...
>it's a pitiful attempt, but an attempt nonetheless.
Were you meant to live, I'd gladly explain. Actually...I hate explaining things, better for you to see it for yourself, no?
>A snap of his fingers and thats aimed to shatter one of his kneecaps to bring the taller man down as he keeps his distance.
You'd be the second to stay and fight. A fun challenge on its own, but I do hope I get at least someone who wants to run before this is over.
>The pain. Oh how it pierces the deafening world and before processing it, tumbles to the pavement with one arm desperately hoisting him upright.
Like hells I'd run.
>he spits.
>though the stubborn refusal to shout remains, he hisses as his nerves twist and throb from within, urging him to fight. It's with the next breath that he caves.
Daisuke...!
>He shouts, but to no avail. Silence.
Ahhh, are you calling for help? That's quite admirable, really. Such a shame I've made this room soundproof.
>Another snap of his fingers and There's his whole other leg now, cleanly sheared off.
You're welcome to keep trying though, perhaps if you're loud enough it might work?
>Soundproof. To think he'd become completely and utterly powerless again. To fall here of all places. To become the prey he so desperately claimed to devour years before.
>He's squinting now, and it's with the second limb that at long last, he lets forth a hiss turned growl. Ohhhhh how he wishes to kill the man before him.
>I promised him.
Damn you!
>The most curious thing to him is the name he keeps calling out. Daisuke...Daisuke.... Was that his beloved? He recalls seeing the one similar to him in the group. His reaction would be more than interesting to see tomorrow, and perhaps distantly he feels bad about sseparating them. Only a little though, because the one that matters to him is more than fine.
Ahh, but you did make for a good show. Such anger, such rage, and the suspense? Exquisite. But...you said you weren't alone here, no? I'd hate for you to have a bleeding heart.
>He's finally striding closer now, whistling some idle song, cheerful once again.
So, let me give you a bit of mercy before you go. For the sympathy you brought out of me.
>He looks down at him, at his angry face, down to his chest. If he focuses, he can hear the rapid heartbeat of anger.And with his magic and a snap of his fingers, it made iot all too easy to use and manipulate as he crushes it along with his chest where he lays.
And my heartfelt gratitude of course, this has brought me much, much happiness.
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