Folie pour deux!

🍃 It was a bit of a rough night, he had stumbled upon a man named Travis and taken pictures of him. The issue was, Travis forced him to destroy the evidence. Walking to Nico's house with his camera and a large bag of brewing supplies he had mixed before he began to head out, he knocked on the door. He needed human blood for the pictures to finish re-processing, and he'd ask Nico for some blood. (ask-the-control-freaks)

Nico was getting more medical supplies to help with Vulture when he heard a knock. He assumed everyone was at the party…

He opened the door to see Apoctol, holding his camera. “Apoctol, what do you need?” Nico asked, unsure of his random visit.

He held his own wrist, panic fading as anger filled him. Gods, he hated people like him. Only caring about his species- his power -to respect him. The demon narrowed his violet eyes as he turned his head away. "You need not to know why I know Vulture- just give me the damn blood, asshole." He spat.

He realized how he was somewhat in an issue, see, Nico could say 'I won't give you blood unless you tell me.' And he'd feel furious.

Apoctol eventually clogged the blood, whimpering before he sighed. Was it even worth it at this point?

🍃 It was a bit of a rough night, he had stumbled upon a man named Travis and taken pictures of him. The issue was, Travis forced him to destroy the evidence. Walking to Nico's house with his camera and a large bag of brewing supplies he had mixed before he began to head out, he knocked on the door. He needed human blood for the pictures to finish re-processing, and he'd ask Nico for some blood. (ask-the-control-freaks)

Nico was getting more medical supplies to help with Vulture when he heard a knock. He assumed everyone was at the party…

He opened the door to see Apoctol, holding his camera. “Apoctol, what do you need?” Nico asked, unsure of his random visit.

Apoctol realized he didn’t make up a lie about the ingredient, he just straight up said he needed human blood.

He seemed a bit nervous before he thought up a lie. “Oh, I need blood of another human that isn’t me. I’m the spell caster, and the ingredient specifically has to be some other human.” He lied quickly. Due to his nerves on end, he felt as if he may have been caught in the lie but perhaps Nico would buy it!

“Cmon, I need the blood, Nico. Help me out.”

Nico looked as Apoctol spoke faster than usual and sweated, he had to be planning something bad. Nico grabbed his wrist, holding the knife near it.“I don’t bloody believe that, for all I know you could be wanting to kill me right here! You clearly don’t understand magic if you don’t see how your own blood can work.” Nico snapped at him, putting knife near Apoctol’s wrist. He slit his wrist, blood pouring out. “See, was that so bloody hard-“ He looked to see the blood trickling from his wrist; it was purple.

His eyes widened as he pulled away quickly, hiding his blood as fast as he could. His eyes flashed red for a moment as he glared at Nico.

"Shut up. Don't fucking say anything." He spat, glancing away as he tried to compose himself quickly. Holy shit, it hurt! It really fucking hurt- and Nico saw the blood.

Apoctol began to shake violently, tears burning hot in his eyes before he let out a loud whimper. He'd die, wouldn't he? "You'll tell everyone, won't you? You'll tell them I'm not human-" He panicked. "Fuck- fucking bloody hell!" He began to freak out.

It got way out of hand too damn quickly.

He was scared.

🍃 It was a bit of a rough night, he had stumbled upon a man named Travis and taken pictures of him. The issue was, Travis forced him to destroy the evidence. Walking to Nico's house with his camera and a large bag of brewing supplies he had mixed before he began to head out, he knocked on the door. He needed human blood for the pictures to finish re-processing, and he'd ask Nico for some blood. (ask-the-control-freaks)

Nico was getting more medical supplies to help with Vulture when he heard a knock. He assumed everyone was at the party…

He opened the door to see Apoctol, holding his camera. “Apoctol, what do you need?” Nico asked, unsure of his random visit.

Apoctol realized he didn't make up a lie about the ingredient, he just straight up said he needed human blood.

He seemed a bit nervous before he thought up a lie. "Oh, I need blood of another human that isn't me. I'm the spell caster, and the ingredient specifically has to be some other human." He lied quickly. Due to his nerves on end, he felt as if he may have been caught in the lie but perhaps Nico would buy it!

"Cmon, I need the blood, Nico. Help me out."

🍃 It was a bit of a rough night, he had stumbled upon a man named Travis and taken pictures of him. The issue was, Travis forced him to destroy the evidence. Walking to Nico's house with his camera and a large bag of brewing supplies he had mixed before he began to head out, he knocked on the door. He needed human blood for the pictures to finish re-processing, and he'd ask Nico for some blood. (ask-the-control-freaks)

Nico was getting more medical supplies to help with Vulture when he heard a knock. He assumed everyone was at the party…

He opened the door to see Apoctol, holding his camera. “Apoctol, what do you need?” Nico asked, unsure of his random visit.

Apoctol quickly allowed himself in and signaled Nico to shut door. Once the door was shut, he put the camera and some blank pictures on a table before unpacking his component pouch. He put some concoctions he had brewed up, before clearing his throat.

"I need human blood for this spell. I found a man whose a killing role and if I don't blackmail him or have a way to blackmail him I'm pretty sure I'm screwed. Valentino isn't around, so I came to the only other person in Salem I knew could help me. The Killing role made me give him the evidence, but I can recreate it. All I need is that last ingredient.." He said bluntly before he pulled out a sacrificial knife out of his pouch, dipping some of the Potion onto the blank picture.

He handed Nico the sacrificial knife and held out the picture to him which was slowly processing the picture. "I just need you to cut your hand and bleed directly onto the picture. Don't cut yourself too badly." He told the man.

lukas-musings

I’m going to kill you now And by kill you, I mean press this knife against your ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ throat and slit your ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ jugular.

It’s going to be quite wonderful Are you ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴅ?

#muse: valentino flores

🍃 It was pretty dark out when the Potion Master grabbed his camera and snooped around the new town member's house. He's heard rumors of the man- Travis. Mild talk from Valentino, but Apoctol decided he'd find some dirt on him to bend him to his will. Apoctol stealthily walked over to a window, bringing his camera up to take some pictures. (@ask-the-control-freaks)

Pen in hand, pen on paper.

Travis was rather busy minding his own business, writing and doodling about general things. This was a time waster for him, but it was the only way that would help him pass off the day. Tipping the lighted cigarette that had been lit and in his mouth, he scribbled nonsense - sentences and sentences that would have trailed off with no certain meaning.

He was bored but wasn’t exactly exhausted at this point. His weapons had been laid out on his table, all naked and in plain sight. The Juggernaut didn’t care if someone took pictures of them or investigated them, mainly because he knew that if they were stolen, ceased or lost, he’d be able to find them again within hours.

Fed up with his work, he scrunched up his useless work and threw it in the closest bin that he could see. He could sense a presence, but couldn’t quite tell if that was him falling to the hands of paranoia or if he was actually being spied.

Taking soft steps to his window - feet covered with soft, thermal socks - he stood beside it, waiting.

“Well, all we need is you to help us kill the bloody fuck-” He then heard the last part and clenched hi teeth a bit. Son of a bitch, he needed this to steer him! No matter, later if he had the materials, he can forcefully recreate the images.. hopefully.

Apoctol took out the pictures that had finished processing and handed them to Travis, then opened his camera and emptied the reel. He showed Travis the fact he removed the images (for now).. he crossed his arms.

“Pleased, Mr. Travis? And please, call me Gold.”

He then chuckled, stretching a bit as he tilted his head. “Anyways. I’m sure you and I will cross paths very soon, Travis. I should get going, Flores will get pissed if I don’t hurry up with some sort of report. Between you and me, I blackmailed you, alright?” Apoctol said.

Oh, but I truly have you in a bit of a pickle, don’t I?

“I’ll see you soon, having a nice evening.” He said, turning towards the doo and opening it before beginning to walk out.

#rp end #its cool!#LMFAO NO ONW LIKES APOCTL

The guy, Apoctol - No, whatever the fuck his other name was - was awfully fuckin’ disturbing. Like, what? But, well, okay.

“Bye, and again, if I cross ways with you, or if we see eachother, Gold, remember that I was not there.”

“If you speak to me, you’re in for a fucking surprise. You’re annoying.”

🍃 It was pretty dark out when the Potion Master grabbed his camera and snooped around the new town member's house. He's heard rumors of the man- Travis. Mild talk from Valentino, but Apoctol decided he'd find some dirt on him to bend him to his will. Apoctol stealthily walked over to a window, bringing his camera up to take some pictures. (@ask-the-control-freaks)

Pen in hand, pen on paper.

Travis was rather busy minding his own business, writing and doodling about general things. This was a time waster for him, but it was the only way that would help him pass off the day. Tipping the lighted cigarette that had been lit and in his mouth, he scribbled nonsense - sentences and sentences that would have trailed off with no certain meaning.

He was bored but wasn’t exactly exhausted at this point. His weapons had been laid out on his table, all naked and in plain sight. The Juggernaut didn’t care if someone took pictures of them or investigated them, mainly because he knew that if they were stolen, ceased or lost, he’d be able to find them again within hours.

Fed up with his work, he scrunched up his useless work and threw it in the closest bin that he could see. He could sense a presence, but couldn’t quite tell if that was him falling to the hands of paranoia or if he was actually being spied.

Taking soft steps to his window - feet covered with soft, thermal socks - he stood beside it, waiting.

#rp end?#EVERYONE WANNA FUCK UP MARSHALL

"Well, all we need is you to help us kill the bloody fuck-" He then heard the last part and clenched hi teeth a bit. Son of a bitch, he needed this to steer him! No matter, later if he had the materials, he can forcefully recreate the images.. hopefully.

Apoctol took out the pictures that had finished processing and handed them to Travis, then opened his camera and emptied the reel. He showed Travis the fact he removed the images (for now).. he crossed his arms.

"Pleased, Mr. Travis? And please, call me Gold."

He then chuckled, stretching a bit as he tilted his head. "Anyways. I'm sure you and I will cross paths very soon, Travis. I should get going, Flores will get pissed if I don't hurry up with some sort of report. Between you and me, I blackmailed you, alright?" Apoctol said.

Oh, but I truly have you in a bit of a pickle, don't I?

"I'll see you soon, having a nice evening." He said, turning towards the doo and opening it before beginning to walk out.

🍃 It was pretty dark out when the Potion Master grabbed his camera and snooped around the new town member's house. He's heard rumors of the man- Travis. Mild talk from Valentino, but Apoctol decided he'd find some dirt on him to bend him to his will. Apoctol stealthily walked over to a window, bringing his camera up to take some pictures. (@ask-the-control-freaks)

Pen in hand, pen on paper.

Travis was rather busy minding his own business, writing and doodling about general things. This was a time waster for him, but it was the only way that would help him pass off the day. Tipping the lighted cigarette that had been lit and in his mouth, he scribbled nonsense - sentences and sentences that would have trailed off with no certain meaning.

He was bored but wasn’t exactly exhausted at this point. His weapons had been laid out on his table, all naked and in plain sight. The Juggernaut didn’t care if someone took pictures of them or investigated them, mainly because he knew that if they were stolen, ceased or lost, he’d be able to find them again within hours.

Fed up with his work, he scrunched up his useless work and threw it in the closest bin that he could see. He could sense a presence, but couldn’t quite tell if that was him falling to the hands of paranoia or if he was actually being spied.

Taking soft steps to his window - feet covered with soft, thermal socks - he stood beside it, waiting.

"No, no, no hold on.." Apoctol mentally face palmed. Shit, he should've clarified.. "I work under Flores. We're trying to kill Marshall Jones. Flores isn't working under Marshall." He explained quickly.

A Serial Killer with a Mafia background? This Travis guy was a curious case. He seemed to have as much hatred stored against Marshall as Valentino.. but Valentino was a person of strong opinions.

"We're on the same boat, Travis. We both want Marshall dead! What's a bigger reason to work together than the same targets?" Apoctol asked, before crossing his arms and laughing. "I'm not the type to sit around on that freckled fuck's lap. Toss me a bone, Travis, cmon.. Flores and I need you to take that shit down."

That and, well, he could sense Travis was nearing the end of his patience. He found himself speaking rather confidently as he backed up a bit towards the door. He'd honestly book it if he was shot down again, and he'd at least have enough information to bend some feelings against people..

🍃 It was pretty dark out when the Potion Master grabbed his camera and snooped around the new town member's house. He's heard rumors of the man- Travis. Mild talk from Valentino, but Apoctol decided he'd find some dirt on him to bend him to his will. Apoctol stealthily walked over to a window, bringing his camera up to take some pictures. (@ask-the-control-freaks)

Pen in hand, pen on paper.

Travis was rather busy minding his own business, writing and doodling about general things. This was a time waster for him, but it was the only way that would help him pass off the day. Tipping the lighted cigarette that had been lit and in his mouth, he scribbled nonsense - sentences and sentences that would have trailed off with no certain meaning.

He was bored but wasn’t exactly exhausted at this point. His weapons had been laid out on his table, all naked and in plain sight. The Juggernaut didn’t care if someone took pictures of them or investigated them, mainly because he knew that if they were stolen, ceased or lost, he’d be able to find them again within hours.

Fed up with his work, he scrunched up his useless work and threw it in the closest bin that he could see. He could sense a presence, but couldn’t quite tell if that was him falling to the hands of paranoia or if he was actually being spied.

Taking soft steps to his window - feet covered with soft, thermal socks - he stood beside it, waiting.

#rp #MAN IF HE GETS SHOT IM GONNA LAUGH

'Take note, blackmailer.' Ah, he's already fallen for the snare.

"You can call me Gold," He began to say, tilting his head with a dry laugh. "Oh, well, you see, the Mafioso I work under's got his eyes locked on a local Godfather around these parts. You're real sharp, so I'll get to the point.. His name's Marshall Jones, and we want him dead. That's all we want. The Mafioso just wants to get some power- and I don't blame him."

"Ah, well, you could go out of your way and get me killed- shooting me or stabbing me, but then my Mafia friends would know who you are, and once they see I'm dead, they'd kill you." He bluffed. He knew Valentino didn't care for him, it'd be a relief if Apoctol died to him. But he ended up tapping his camera gently.

"We have the money, we have the ambition for power and we've got information and dirt on everyone in this town." He half lied. "And we even have some Coven members bending over backwards to help us."

"Listen," Apoctol paused for a moment, feigning distress. "Travis, it'd be a shame if you shot me. If you were a member of the Mafia, you know I'm here practically against my will. Cut me some slack, yeah?" He pleaded.

Take the bait, Travis. Just like Valentino did.

🍃 It was pretty dark out when the Potion Master grabbed his camera and snooped around the new town member's house. He's heard rumors of the man- Travis. Mild talk from Valentino, but Apoctol decided he'd find some dirt on him to bend him to his will. Apoctol stealthily walked over to a window, bringing his camera up to take some pictures. (@ask-the-control-freaks)

Pen in hand, pen on paper.

Travis was rather busy minding his own business, writing and doodling about general things. This was a time waster for him, but it was the only way that would help him pass off the day. Tipping the lighted cigarette that had been lit and in his mouth, he scribbled nonsense - sentences and sentences that would have trailed off with no certain meaning.

He was bored but wasn’t exactly exhausted at this point. His weapons had been laid out on his table, all naked and in plain sight. The Juggernaut didn’t care if someone took pictures of them or investigated them, mainly because he knew that if they were stolen, ceased or lost, he’d be able to find them again within hours.

Fed up with his work, he scrunched up his useless work and threw it in the closest bin that he could see. He could sense a presence, but couldn’t quite tell if that was him falling to the hands of paranoia or if he was actually being spied.

Taking soft steps to his window - feet covered with soft, thermal socks - he stood beside it, waiting.

#MAN #APOCTOL GONNA GET SHOT

He smirked a bit, hearing his voice. He entered with a bit of caution, tapping his finger on his camera. “Oh, you don’t have to lie around me, sir.” He said, venom dripping in his words as his smirk grew wider. “I know you saw me, so let us cut to the chase, hmm? See, I’m in need of extra muscle, and seeing you seem like some sort of killing role, you and I may get along-.. ‘What stops me from killing you?’ you may ask, and I’ll bloody answer you this; ‘The information I have on you and the rest of this Town will get you and I to our own goals..’“

“Look, sir, names Apoctol Agryis. I’ve taken pictures of you weaponry, and unless you have a good cover-up, when they find me dead with your pictures they’ll find you extremely suspicious.”

“So, unless you have a suicide mission, do kill me, I’d love to see you in the afterlife when they hang you.” Apoctol said, a little laugh escaping him.

What now, Mr. Hitman?

🍃 It was pretty dark out when the Potion Master grabbed his camera and snooped around the new town member's house. He's heard rumors of the man- Travis. Mild talk from Valentino, but Apoctol decided he'd find some dirt on him to bend him to his will. Apoctol stealthily walked over to a window, bringing his camera up to take some pictures. (@ask-the-control-freaks)

Pen in hand, pen on paper.

Travis was rather busy minding his own business, writing and doodling about general things. This was a time waster for him, but it was the only way that would help him pass off the day. Tipping the lighted cigarette that had been lit and in his mouth, he scribbled nonsense - sentences and sentences that would have trailed off with no certain meaning.

He was bored but wasn’t exactly exhausted at this point. His weapons had been laid out on his table, all naked and in plain sight. The Juggernaut didn’t care if someone took pictures of them or investigated them, mainly because he knew that if they were stolen, ceased or lost, he’d be able to find them again within hours.

Fed up with his work, he scrunched up his useless work and threw it in the closest bin that he could see. He could sense a presence, but couldn’t quite tell if that was him falling to the hands of paranoia or if he was actually being spied.

Taking soft steps to his window - feet covered with soft, thermal socks - he stood beside it, waiting.

His ego said otherwise, however, when he found himself walking over to the front of the house and knocking on the door. Apoctol truly felt as if he could talk his way through this, especially because of the talk he's heard. Not only that, he'd love to bend this man to do his bidding. Valentino was deeply flawed- a Mafioso gone wild who can barely kill his targets. A fucking disgrace. This man had the weaponry, had the reputation and gave absolutely no fucks.

Apoctol liked that, it reminded him of himself. Perhaps, if he can blackmail him, he'd be able to somehow befriend him. He wouldn't mind being in a friendship with someone he may have things in common.. of course, as long as he still had a way to redirect the fire..

🍃 It was pretty dark out when the Potion Master grabbed his camera and snooped around the new town member's house. He's heard rumors of the man- Travis. Mild talk from Valentino, but Apoctol decided he'd find some dirt on him to bend him to his will. Apoctol stealthily walked over to a window, bringing his camera up to take some pictures. (@ask-the-control-freaks)

Pen in hand, pen on paper.

Travis was rather busy minding his own business, writing and doodling about general things. This was a time waster for him, but it was the only way that would help him pass off the day. Tipping the lighted cigarette that had been lit and in his mouth, he scribbled nonsense - sentences and sentences that would have trailed off with no certain meaning.

He was bored but wasn’t exactly exhausted at this point. His weapons had been laid out on his table, all naked and in plain sight. The Juggernaut didn’t care if someone took pictures of them or investigated them, mainly because he knew that if they were stolen, ceased or lost, he’d be able to find them again within hours.

Fed up with his work, he scrunched up his useless work and threw it in the closest bin that he could see. He could sense a presence, but couldn’t quite tell if that was him falling to the hands of paranoia or if he was actually being spied.

Taking soft steps to his window - feet covered with soft, thermal socks - he stood beside it, waiting.