genessia | II. Mounds | Action / Open

[Blake had never been in Everglade, but she was curious about some of the things she had heard. She knew that it wasn't the best place to be human, so she was actually without the bow today which was rare.

She was used to letting everyone assume she was human to avoid trouble and now she was doing the opposite. And speaking of non-human traits, it didn't take long for that smell to assault her senses. What in Remnant was that?

Then she peeked down the alleyway. She gasped and froze. No. This was...brutal.

Her left ear twitched and she swiftly turned, keeping her hand on Gambool Shroud's trigger.]

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[ It was a brutal sight indeed, but there was a neatness to it; as if the person who had done this wasn't new to it. Which he wasn't--It was a duty he carried out at home, and will continue to do so here. No matter who saw, or what trouble it got him into...He didn't care.

The footsteps stop the moment they round the corner, and there stood a man; adorned with armor as black as night. With no helm, it was quite easy to see him crack a small smile as he begins to approach her. He shows no signs of ill intent oddly enough, but who could trust him..? Wordlessly, he begins circling her, studying her. Was she human or crossbreed? She certainly wasn't weaponless, so he keeps that in mind.

Finally, he backs off and begins to speak; his words low and airy. ]

My my, I wondered when I would get a visitor. Tell me, what are you here for...?

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You were waiting for a visitor in an alleyway? [The girl's voice is flat and except for the slight tremor that in her hand that had never left gambool shroud, she's proud that she's managed not to freak out. She kept moving as he circled her as to not let him get behind her.

She gestures at the macabre sight before them but never takes her eyes off of him in answer.]

I picked up the scent of .... that. [Her eyes narrow slightly. For the first time her voice isn't as steady. It's unnerving how nonchalant he seems.] What could have done that?

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Is it that surprising? 'Tis a quiet place, isn't it?

[ Whilst he had backed off, he doesn't stop moving about. Folding his arms across his chest, he begins pacing the area. He makes no effort to grab the greatsword from his back, for he doesn't see her as a threat.

Not yet at least.

He could pick up on things, the tremble to her words; how she didn't stop staring at him. Was she scared...? He glances over his shoulder at her, and lets out a soft chuckle. ]

'Tis an awful stench, isn't it...? They are fresh, but ah...The flies and maggots are getting to them, what a shame. As for what could have done this?

Anything.

[ He didn't dare say that he was the cause of this.

Walking over to the spines, he picks up a vertebra; looking it over and over again. What he held was what he believed was a shackle to the Gods. He wondered if this was the night he could receive one more. ]

['Too quiet' was what she thought. Her hand never strayed from her own weapon. Something about this guy was off.]

Is this the kind of thing that just happens here?

[Blake resists the urge to retch when she sees what he is doing now. Though maybe upon closer inspection he'll be able to answer her question. But she doesn't think it's the calm of a warrior who's doing their job she's seeing here, it's more like the interest of someone studying something they find fascinating and it's unsettling.

Blake has always gone with her gut and that won't change now. She starts to back away, looking for a way to edge out of the alley. She wonders if she should have tried to get a picture of the evidence, terrible as it was. The guardian here needed to know. This was worse than some random attack.]

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I am new around these parts, but from the stories I have been told...I can only assume so. The monsters pray upon the humans, and these...

[ He gently places the vertebra back where it belonged, and treks over to the pile of corpses. Waving away the flies, he props up a head as if he were examining it. He already knew the species, but he was playing at investigator. ]

Are definitely human, hmm.

[ Standing up straight, he turns to her--Noticing how she was backing away. She was definitely afraid, but there was a part of him wondering if she was going to run and tell someone. Not on him necessarily, but inform them of these mounds. He'll have to relocate, if so. Curiosity does get the best of him, though; so he cannot help but to ask. ]

You seem scared...Tell me, are you going to inform someone of this massacre...? I do wonder what they will do to whomever had done this terrible deed.

It makes me wonder why humans live here at all. [Now with her back against the opening of the alleyway she felt a bit more at ease.]

Well I'm looking at a pile of spines. [Stated dryly.] I think 'scared' is appropriate. That's not really normal where I come from.

[She gave him a measured look. She wondered what his reaction would be if she said yes.] That's my instinct. As for what they'll do to them, I don't know, but if they don't have any ideas I may have one.

[Maybe whoever did this could share an inescapable -collapsed -dimension cell with Cinder.]

Humans are peculiar creatures, that is why. Or perhaps they have nowhere to go, or they want a bit of excitement in their lives. There are many answers.

[ He places a hand over his mouth, snickering into it at her words. It wasn't like she was wrong in the slightest. Most people didn't have the stomach for this, and he has to remind himself that the people here? They aren't used to gore. ]

You are not wrong, but there are plenty worse things to stumble upon, I believe. How colorless your world must be, though, hm?

[ What an odd thing to say...Though given he was such an odd man, it shouldn't be too surprising. ]

Ahh...Perhaps it is best to not tell, I heard the people around these parts are crafty. Whoever had done this, they are skilled. 'Twould be a shame if you found yourself in trouble.

[Blake had to concede the point that human or not, curiosity lead people to do dumb things. Said the person who followed the nasty smell into the alleyway.she thought.]

Worse? Even the Grimm don't do this. Remanant had it's own brand of dangerous and terrible things. I think I'll get by if I never have to see something like this again. [It makes her wonder what kind of world this guy comes from. But her head jerks up at those last words. He might not be wrong, but it also sounds like a veiled threat. But the look on her face is defiant.]

Anyone with any decency would report this. Even if they can't catch them right away, people can at least be warned. And as for being in trouble? You're the only one that I've seen skulking about here.

[Not the smartest thing to say, but this is sickening and though she can't jump to conclusions without evidence, if this guy really did imply what he just implied because he had anything to do with this, then he is definitely her enemy and some creep is not going to scare her into letting this horror show continue. It really pisses her off.]

Yes, worse. I haven't a clue what you speak of, but perhaps it would be for the best if you do not see something like this again. 'Tis a shame you stumbled upon it in the first place. How odd is it that the smell of rotting flesh brings visitors, yes...?

[ He speaks so strangely, but he's trying to make it seem like he hadn't a clue what was going on here--That he had little to no part in such an awful thing. Yet there was this air of danger about him, something he truly couldn't hide. He was watching her very carefully, as he wonders if she was going to tell the Guardian it was him. He wondered of the punishment if he were to be caught. Would they lynch him? Sew up his mouth? Imprison him for a short amount of time? The possibilities were endless, but he has to stop his thoughts short.

Drumming his chin with his fingertips, he nods his head. ]

You raise a fair point, but who is to say that the person who done this is not crafty. These places are so big...'Tis easy to hide in, and I would be wary of strangers for now.

For telling secrets leads to trouble.

As for myself...? [He places a hand on his chest. ] I was merely doing my job, I came to track whomever had done this, but oddly enough I found you.

[Toby's senses are sharp and the smell of mangled flesh is familiar. He's a decent distance away when the scent fills his nose. He turns towards it, his steel gray eyes flashing dangerously as he comes upon the gruesome scene. He's seen worse, hell, he's done worse and just like his victims these people probably didn't deserve it. He notices the missing spines instantly though his investigation is cut short.

He turns towards swiftly towards the footsteps, eyeing the man standing there. He doesn't smell human though, like most things in this world, its a mixture of scents he knows and scents he doesn't know.

A growl rises to his throat as he glares at the newcomer.]

This was you.

[ The more people had begun to avoid this certain corner, the more interesting it was to see that someone was investigating it. Lazarus was no fool, however. He knew someone was bound to come across this eventually...With that, there may be punishment; a punishment he could care less about.

He leans up against a nearby wall, his ever so famous grin appearing on his features as the other growls at him. The accusation makes him place a hand upon his chest, and he shakes his head. ]

And what proof do you hold that it was I...? In a realm with beasts, you turn the blame to a man taking a walk? Why, I was merely interested in what I smelled, surely you were the same, am I correct?

[Toby wrinkles his nose, his eyes steeling like iron as his glare narrows at the man. He must know that he isn’t the only nonhuman running around these parts. To think otherwise would be foolish and Toby can smell that this stranger has been here before. His scent clings to this place as much as the rotting dead.]

Don’t underestimate me.

[His voice echoes in a low dangerous growl. He doesn’t want to be fucked with and this is some pretty fucked up shit. His fingers twitched and he feels the soft tug of his other form calling him, to rip and tear at this man who clearly has no regard for others.

With this many corpses, it’s hard to believe that the culprit only hunts at night.]

[ooc: Toby's a werewolf and there is some info on his journal. His sense of smell is pretty legit but let me know if you want to talk this out or see what he would smell etc. I dont want to over step boundaries.]

[ The iron glare cast in his direction bothers him little. Such a glare, such a bitter look...Lazarus hadn't forgotten that many people in the past had looked at him in such a way before. Many would say he deserved it, but in his mind he didn't.

This was a duty, and those who stepped in the way of it were fools. He knew the Gods would not be pleased, and he could hear their faint whispers even now; but he snaps back to the man. His hazel eyes meeting with Toby's in an aloof manner. It was clear he had been caught, and Lazarus was on his toes. Were he to be attacked, he would strike back just as fast. Yet he walks right over to the mounds, standing among them almost with this sense of pride. ]

Who said I was underestimating you...? My, my...You are certainly angry aren't you?

[ He snorts, before giving a soft laugh. It was true he held no regards for others, and that was something about him that would seemingly never change. He eyes the other once more, this time with curiosity. ]

You look as if you want to tear me to shreds. Do tell me, do the amount of lives lost truly matter? I delivered their fate unto them, and they now serve a purpose to the Gods. 'Twould be disrespectful if you were to do anything.

[ He spoke of disrespect as if he hadn't devoured the flesh off of some of the corpses....]

[ ooc; youre fine!! <3 tell me if im overstepping any boundaries I don't want to do anything wrong!! ]

[Toby's tasted flesh, he's killed innocents of all ages and all genders. He doesn't really mind killing to a degree. Some have to kill to eat. The man in front of him kills to kill. He hates people so pompous enough to think they deserve to play god. That they have the authority to decide who lives and who dies.

He's just as bad as that damn vampire.]

You're insane. [He states this like a report, with no feeling of either hate or adoration in his voice.] Anything I say will slip through your head like running water.

[A growl gathers in his throat.]

Killing like this has consequences. Are you prepared for them?

[Toby is ready to carry out that consequence.]

[ Except he didn't see it as killing just to kill. He thought there was purpose behind it, even behind the cannibalism there was a purpose. He didn't expect anyone to understand, no one did understand. They saw him as mad, they saw it as twisted murder. Maybe others thought he played God, but it was quite the opposite. He saw himself as someone who delivered the Gods' wants and needs.

A bark of laughter escapes his lips as he's called insane. Many had called him that in the past. ]

Were you planning on telling me what I was doing was wrong? Because perhaps then, your words would run through my mind as if it were water. This is not wrong, my friend, this is for the Gods; all of it is.

[ He flashes him a toothy grin, as he gestures to the mound of spines off to his left. Hearing the growl makes him drop his hand to his side, his fingers twitching ever so slightly.

The mention of consequences nearly makes him laugh yet again, but he holds it back. There had been a time before where he paid a price for his crimes; and the scars around his neck indicated so; as did the scars around his lips where they were once sewn shut.

This was different, but he didn't hold fear. Instead he stands up as tall as he can, and reaches for the greatsword upon his back. ]

Do you plan on carrying them out? I have slain many, both human and beast; I do not fear you, or your consequences. You succeed in slaying me? I will be back again and again; for death means nothing for undead.

Your gods have no power here.

[Wrong isn’t the right word that Toby would use. He’d use the word stupid, why turn a world against you because of some twisted fucked up god? That was stupid. This man painted himself as a servant, nothing more than a mindless pawn in some game between gods.

And he is pissing Toby off.]

There are fates worse than death.

[Toby is skilled in torture as well as other methods of handling people. His work isn’t always just killing and he knows how to keep people alive long enough to make them wish for death. His job had been to uncover secrets and he did his job very well.]

How long will it take you to collect the pieces of your body, if I rip you apart and scatter them across Everglade? [His hand starts to change, fingers shifting into claws. The 6’ 5” that Toby raises to starts to grow while fur pushes its way out of his skin.]

[ooc: If they do fight we should probably talk out how the fight goes. I don’t want Toby to die just yet and im sure you probably don’t want your dude to die yet either.]

And why should I believe the words out of the mouth of a non-believer? If they still whisper upon me, they still hold power. It is that simple, my friend.

[ Stupid was the wrong word for it as well. It may seem like he was a servant to whatever Gods he spoke so highly of, but the truth of the matter was that he was delusional.

Perhaps he could tell he was pissing the other off, but it was highly likely he didn't care. Many people were angered by his previous actions, so why would this be any different? Let people be angry, he always told himself. They didn't understand, they never would. ]

I am aware that there are fates worse than death, I am no fool. Yet your words still do not strike fear into me. Do tell what you plan on doing to me--Wait, I can pretty much assume.

Do you plan on tearing my tongue out? Or do you desire to torture me? There is not much you can do to undead, I must let you know.

[ His lips curl into a smirk upon his question, and his eyes become round as he sees the other beginning to transform into some sort of beast. This was proving to be more and more interesting by the second. This man held power, and Lazarus wondered if he had found both his shackle, and a meal for the night. In response, he lets out a laugh before finally replying; ]

And who said you would be given a chance? I have faced many beasts in my time, and each one of them more frightening than you. Perhaps it shall be you with your body parts spread across the city like ash in the wind.

[ ooc; alright thats perfectly fine!! c: we can definitely talk it out--i dont care if lazarus dies or not but !! ]

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I’m tired of your voice.

[At this point Toby will rip out his tongue just to shut him up. It has nothing to do with torture or trying to prove a point. Toby is an enforcer, while he isn’t completely stupid he doesn’t have the mind to analyze or to form plans. He sees something in his way and he rips through it. The man in front of him is in his way.

He continues to change as if unable to hold it back anymore. His anger peeks and his shirt begins to tear away. The shifting is fluid with a sort of natural yet grotesque wonder. He falls to all fours and in the place of the large man is now a very large wolf. He’s far bigger than a normal wolf, his fur gray and white. Power radiates from him, while bright eyes stare at the undead man in front of him. His teeth are bared and a growl issues from his throat.

His front claw digs into the concrete, making the stiff material crack and splinter like glass.]

Rumors, especially dark ones, certainly had a way of spreading, even to the most unlikely of places. Why else would a tiny golden flower just appear in a deserted alley, and then disappear just as quickly? Flowey grinned to himself, eyes glinting with the thrill of the hunt, even if it was just for the source of the horrendous stench. It was growing thicker in the air with each 'jump,' until he finally spotted the grizzly source. Piles of dismembered human corpses, in all stages of decay spotted the alley- oh, there was a different pile there.

The buttercup surfaced nearer to the dusty white columns coated with the bloody remnants of their former owners, chuckling darkly. Whomever caused this massacre must be quite dedicated indeed, to amass such a collection. Soft clinking alerted the twisted plant that he was not alone, turning towards the sound to be met with what could be a heavily armoured human male? Needless to say, he almost looked like the Captain of the Royal Guard when patrolling, so there was no question of this being some random observer. Flowey let him approach, his grin crackling as it expanded across his face. Even from this distance, the flower could feel the power of high LV.

Once he knows that the creature is within earshot, the buttercup speaks up, giggling. "Good to know that even here, it's still KILL OR BE KILLED."

[ A dedicated man indeed. Each kill served as another shackle to the Gods, and not to mention it satisfied his addiction to human flesh. Though now with the gathering of flies and maggots, some of the flesh could be seen as no good--Yet the mounds remain.

As for the Mound Maker himself, he was approaching at a rather steady pace. There was no threat, but he soon finds himself rather...confused. A speaking plant? How amusing, not to mention puzzling as well. He raises a brow, cracking a small grin in the process. Whilst this was a tad bit out of the ordinary, he worried not. What was a plant to him...?

The moment the words reach his ears, Lazarus tilts his head to the side. Kill or be killed...He had never thought of it that way, for his reasons for killing were entirely different... Sometimes it was in defense, but this...? This was a duty of sorts.

Walking up to the other, he finds himself a seat between him, and one of the mounds. Absentmindedly, he grabs a hand to one of the corpses and plays a bit with the fingers. ]

Kill or be killed...Do you truly believe that is why this was done?

The little golden flower's grin only widens at the stranger's restrained smile. Swaying back and forth slowly, rhythmically, he listens to Lazarus' curt question, eyeing him like a snake would a mouse.

"It's not the why, but a basic rule of how the world works." Was that tone chiding? The buttercup couldn't be much bigger than a foot or two, and yet here he was, lecturing a heavily armed fellow as if he was nothing more than a child.

"As for why...? Only you know that, don'tcha? Powerlust, revenge, hunger, bloodlust, religion, instinct ...boredom. Any and all of these are 'whys,' but they all still follow the same pattern, predator and prey." At this Flowey begins to laugh, eyes blackening with glowing white pinpricks, mouth splitting apart with a sickening, organic tearing until the resulting smile stretches across the flower's face. "Exceptions become fewer and fewer, until there might as well be none."

Bold as brass, the twisted plant just stays put, unperturbed by the audience of mutilated corpses to his little speech.

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