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Post by Gluttony on Aug 12, 2016 13:15:35 GMT -7
There were certain things that a person really ought to know better than to do. Usually, things like that were all but promised death, and sometimes the death was entirely guaranteed. Betraying the Keepers was something that fell squarely into the second category. So when some wannabe hotshot of an informant decided to try and sell out some Keepers by giving them false information, it was promptly decided that it had been too long since a proper message had been made about the dangers of those actions.
Gluttony had been the lucky super tasked with taking out the trash. The dead man walking had thought that hiding in Pandaemonium territory would be enough to keep him alive, but it was ultimately a failed gambit. Others in the area were all too willing to sell him out in exchange for sums of money. Unlike the traitor, they knew how much better off they were with continued financial backing from the Keepers.
As Gluttony neared the idiot's safehouse, he smiled to himself as bloodlust shone through his eyes. The exact details of the man's fate were left up to him to decide, and he was looking forward to cutting loose. He could picture the blood splatters already. It was with a great anticipation that he stepped onto the street, a pear in hand.
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Post by Bloodbath on Aug 12, 2016 19:53:00 GMT -7
Bloodbath stared at the blubbering man before him, begging for help of some kind. The warehouse he had decided was safe was nearly empty, already wiped clean by bandits and the homeless.
Bloodbath was only here out of a dreadful curiosity, nobody had followed or mugged this man yet, so he had followed.
Now he was standing stock still, casting desperate glances around as he shuffled away from the man, crawling toward him like a hungry mutt. "Please, please, please!" He cried, managing to catch the pale man's ankle, "I'll die, you can't just let me die!"
Little did he know, Bloodbath really could. The only problem was the sheer need to listen Bloodbath had, he felt horribly compelled to help, he could be useful! The darkness hid it, but his scars had already been reopened, fueled by the pinpricks of emotion that quickly faded into nothingness.
"S-sir? Can you-you be quiet?" The man shut up...finally. He pried his hands off his wrists, wiping the blood like it was a common occurrence, which it really was.
He didn't get a chance to announce his help before the slight sound of a footstep rang out, prompting a confused tilt of the head from Bloodbath and a terrified whimper from the man, who curled into a little ball in the corner.
Bloodbath wandered over to the entrance, nudging it open with reckless abandon to meet the man outside, not even manifesting his bloodstream. "Y-yes? Who's th-there?" He chocked out, expecting to see some bum begging for a bite to eat or someone darting away from the sudden noise.
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Post by Gluttony on Aug 12, 2016 21:34:51 GMT -7
When the door opened for Gluttony without any prompting, he tensed slightly. Were they prepared for him? The face that greeted him made him go even more on guard, but he didn't immediately attack. The boy in front of him was a super, and a fairly powerful one at that. It wasn't his favorite option, but the larger super immediately thought of nonviolent ways to get past the obstacle in his way. He swallowed his disappointment and managed a smile.
"Hello," he said as he looked down at the boy. "I'm looking for a man that's supposed to be in there. Could you get him for me?"
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Post by Bloodbath on Aug 13, 2016 8:48:16 GMT -7
It was immediate, blood shot out in trailing tendrils as he spotted the man's face, having fought him before. He stayed halfway behind the door even as he received the question, stopping only for a second to peek back inside, the man was still crying in there.
A tendril of blood shot out and caught him around the neck, bodily dragging him toward the entrance. Bloodbath leaned back to allow a glimpse of the man, "You m-mean him-him? What d-did he do?" Even as he asked a fairly understanding question, a slight threat was visible, the blood dripping down his wrist until it coated his hands in protective claws.
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Post by Gluttony on Aug 13, 2016 16:37:08 GMT -7
Gluttony's smile twitched at seeing the blood. If things turned violent, the larger super already knew his priority was the gibbering mess of a man behind the boy. As long as that man didn't see another sunrise, Gluttony could retreat without having to waste time in a fight that he probably wouldn't win. Of course, there was nothing yet that demanded conflict.
"Yes, him," the masked super said calmly. "He attempted to give false information that could have cost the lives of multiple supers. Unfortunately for him, they had other sources that contradicted his information. Now I have been asked to retrieve him so that he may face the music, so to speak." He paused a moment to let his words sink in before speaking up again. "Would you be so kind as to let me have him?"
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Post by Bloodbath on Aug 13, 2016 18:30:42 GMT -7
Bloodbath seemed to be thinking about the request for a second, absent-mindedly shaking the now begging man in the bloodstream. "I-is th-that so?" He mumbled, tapping his head as if to dispel noise from an unknown source.
"B-but...you're a K-Keeper...t-they say you guys a-are liars." His eyes burned dangerously, "And-and I know y-you...I-I don't like you."
The blood suddenly wrapped around the man's chin and chest, "If-If you're lying...I-I'll kill h-him." He put the man forward, blood still wrapped around him, "G-go on, kill him."
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Post by Gluttony on Aug 17, 2016 11:31:30 GMT -7
Gluttony raised an eyebrow at the boy, but he wasn't one to turn down a gift when it was presented to him. "Thank you," was all he said before turning his attention to the offering. The man was struggling for his life, as well as trying to buy his way out of his fate. It was pathetic.
With a malicious grin, Gluttony calmly placed his hands on either side of the man's face. Ignoring how the pleading turned to screaming, the masked super waited just a moment before squeezing his hands together violently, squashing the man's head like it was little more than an engorged mosquito. Blood and gray matter shot between his fingers, splattering everything nearby, including the two supers.
After the main job was done, Gluttony took a step back. He was starting to shrink already, but he paid no mind to it yet. "Again, thank you," he said in an eerily pleasant voice. "I'm not quite done with him yet, though, and you might want to leave the room for what comes next. It is my understanding that my methods are... unpleasant."
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Post by Bloodbath on Aug 17, 2016 19:54:13 GMT -7
Bloodbath watched like an eerie guard dog as the huge man approached the struggling man, preparing to twist and snap his neck if this was a genuine rescue. He relaxed slightly as he placed his hands on the man's head, expecting a quick death by neck snap or decapitation.
Oh, it was a quick death alright...
A strangled gasp seized his body as the blood splattering coated him, feeling a dangerous feeling filling in his chest as he instinctively absorbed the blood...a child-like glee.
"Ph-haha" He spluttered, cupping his face in his hands, "T-that was great!" Almost immediately after his compliment, he dealt a blow across his face, hoping to break himself out of his admiration in time to look away from the scent.
Hurriedly, he started backing away, whimpering as his hands went for his wrists. The glee wasn't going away...
He ran, what else could he do? So he ran away from his dangerous feeling, which screamed to be let out for the hundredth time.
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Post by Gluttony on Aug 18, 2016 11:15:14 GMT -7
Gluttony looked on in confusion as the boy hit himself and then ran away after showcasing what appeared to be amazement at the kill. Normally, Gluttony would've accepted it as his company leaving out of distaste, but that clearly wasn't it. He was now presented with a choice, and it wasn't one that he enjoyed. He could either go after the super, who was likely disturbed in the head and quite possibly dangerous, or he could finish the job he was given.
After a moment of consideration, he reluctantly started to head after the boy. He grabbed an apple from his pocket and swallowed it whole while in pursuit. The boy, deranged or not, could potentially be in need of assistance. Or restraining. The body, and Gluttony's meal, could wait. It wasn't like the man's remains were going anywhere, but the window of opportunity to act in regards to the young man was closing fast.
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Post by Bloodbath on Aug 18, 2016 14:19:59 GMT -7
Broken. Wrong. Possibly Psychopathic tendencies. He's sick. We suggest these gloves...he won't hurt himself...the poor boy-
No, no, shut up! Bloodbath slumped against a wall, pressing himself close as if to dissappear. He was fumbling for something, digging in the slits of his outfit. He finally came up with a pair of leather gloves, shoving his trembling hands in before nearly curling in on himself. "I'm-I'm not sick!" He hissed to himself, squeezing his arms hard enough to bruise.
His memory wandered over to the death of the man, and to the fact he had that stupid man's blood flowing through his veins, coaxing a giggle out of his clenched lips. He slammed his mouth closed, smothering the noise but just emphasising his own feelings.
His eyes rolled over to the approaching man, his breath catching in his throat. His gloved hands thankfully couldn't breach his skin, even as he pulled at them uncertainly. "Wh-wha-what do you w-want!?" He spat, leaning forward to launch at the man if he carried ill intention.
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Post by Gluttony on Aug 18, 2016 20:31:49 GMT -7
Gluttony had little experience trying to assist the mentally ill. He had worked with them before, but their insanity generally made them easily manipulated pawns for the Keepers, nothing more. He had "pacified" them as well, but that was not a helpful option. As such, he didn't know how to go about trying to help the boy before him. And he wanted to at least make an attempt at helping, for whatever reason.
Kneeling down, Gluttony showcased the warmest smile he could manage, although concern shined through his eyes. "Are you alright?" He asked quietly. He was prepared in case the boy did try to attack, but he was doing his best to make himself seem as little a threat as he could, all things considered. "You can call me Gluttony, if you'd like."
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Post by Bloodbath on Aug 19, 2016 8:39:35 GMT -7
Bloodbath froze stock still, eyes searching for something that told of ill intent. What was he doing!? He pulled his knees to his chest, biting his lips uncertainly, "I-I'm fine!" He parroted, something he'd been told to say in response to a question about his health, he was always "fine".
His mind instantly filed away the man's namd, Gluttony. He wondered briefly if he should tell Pandemonium about this, probably if someone asked. Well, of he gave his name, he guessed he had to give his own name. It was only correct. "I'm-I'm Bloodbath...nice to meet y-you?" Impossibly, he held out his gloved hands, as if he had forgotten they were supposed to be enemies for the sake of politeness.
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Post by Gluttony on Aug 19, 2016 11:25:49 GMT -7
Gluttony took Bloodbath's hand and shook it gently, taking care to avoid crushing it. Given the boy's powers, the larger super was unsurprised by the name, but it still merited attention. Perhaps the knowledge would be useful some day. For now, though, it seemed as though Bloodbath wasn't going to attack. That was good news to Gluttony for various reasons.
"Would you like to talk?" Although he asked quietly, the man's voice was firm in an attempt to make it clear that he suggested that Bloodbath accept the offer. "If not, is there anything I can do for you? If not to help, then maybe as a show of gratitude for helping me catch the man in there." He thought for a moment before an epiphany struck. "Perhaps I could make you a meal? As my name might suggest, I'm a skilled chef. There are few better ways for me to show my appreciation."
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Post by Bloodbath on Aug 19, 2016 13:23:14 GMT -7
Bloodbath pulled his arm back as soon as the handshake was over, as if touching somebody was too much to handle. He didn't look any less stressed, especially by the fact there was somebody sitting next to him, willingly!
Talk, that's what everyone wanted to do...though he wondered how "talking" in Pandemonium typically ended with a black eye, but he didn't look like he wanted to talk in that way, thankfully.
He struggled to keep up as Gluttony kept talking, finally ending in an offer of food. Bloodbath paused, tilting his head in a confused gesture, "Y-yes? If-If it's not p-poisoned!" He wasn't sure why he blurted out the last part, but a small part of his mind told him it was a legitimate concern.
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Post by Gluttony on Aug 19, 2016 13:37:05 GMT -7
Gluttony started to laugh, and he stood up straight. Quickly, he reverted back to his normal size, and he offered a hand to the boy to help him stand as well, if he wanted. The concern for poison was admittedly valid, especially given what Gluttony knew of the other Keepers in the city, but it was not something that he could ever bring himself to do. Far too underhanded, and food was meant to be enjoyed, not desecrated with poison as a means to kill someone. He would've expressed these sentiments to his new acquaintance, but he doubted that it would make much of a difference anyway.
"Worry not," he said with a smile. "I'm a man of my word; if I say I'm repaying you for your help, I intend on making sure you feel my appreciation." He paused a moment and his smile fell as he thought. "Look at it this way. You've helped me. If I try to hurt you now, nothing else, I can never hope to get your help again. Does that make sense?"
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