ʀᴇᴀᴘᴇʀ'ꜱ ɢᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ.

bullets right through the sternum.

[lunamortis]

castelleve·:

Reaching the supply room, he shut and locked the door. He had no idea what would happen to him, so at the very least… He would call someone. Just on the off chance this had anything to do with the current situation. 

That’s why… He couldn’t trust Damian with this. No, he would call Sal. 

He dialed the number, before - as he should have expected - being left on voice mail. That was fine, he wouldn’t waste time with pleasantries like this. It was important, after all.

Dad always had a contingency plan. 

“Sylvester, when you get this, I may not be able to speak to you again,” he started, placing the phone down as he rummaged through his cabinets for various chemicals. “So I need you to do this for me. Contact a woman named Angelisa Miller, tell her ‘Hinata Kobayashi’ sent you and that she needs to look into Kisaragi Pharmaceuticals.” 

Voicemail sent. 

He pulled out several vials, placing the needle in and sucking up a little of each fluid. A cocktail should slow her down at least, right?

She didn’t rush; for the best kind of hunt was one that went seemingly forever. The girl twirled her scythe like a baton, delicate movements contradicting the sheer terror her strength held, each swipe bringing wall after wall to crumble.

“Since you’re going to die. I should at least give you the honor of knowing just who I am hm?” The girl in red cooed, heels kicking doors practically off their hinges, peeking inside one room after another (the ones she didn’t destroy at least.)

“Back in the day... I didn’t have a name. Neither did I look like the love woman you see before you. When Earth came to be, so did I. But it got really dull you know... having to guide soul after soul to their next destination.-- Rather, my favorite part of it all?... Was watching people die.”

With precision, the killer shot the phone out of his hand-- not long after he’d made his call.

“Are you going to try and poison me? I’m not human you know. I can’t die.”

[lunamortis]

castelleve·:

He was quiet during her speech, the uneasy feeling twisting his stomach into knots. What in Mortau’s name was she talking about..? A bride and a mourner? But soon, when he saw that scythe in her hand, it became all too apparent. 

Run.

She didn’t have to tell him twice, out of instinct he grabbed one of the syringes off the table and ran. A needle against a scythe - how ridiculous, he should have gone for the scalpel. He didn’t know if any part of her was human, but if she could be poisoned…!

He had to make it to the supply room. 

The warning was unnecessary, but she enjoyed the thrill of a hunt as opposed to just a quick kill. Seeing prey run was adorable, especially when it was pointless. None had ever escaped her, and she wasn’t certainly going to let Beau off... even if she had taken a liking to him.

“How fast,” she uttered to herself, lips curled into a smile as laughter escaped her lips-- casually sauntering in his direction.

“But don’t you know, Beau? I already know where you are. So hiding from me? It’s pointless.”

[lunamortis]

castelleve·:

He had a bad feeling about this. 

The different dress, the odd compliment… Well, he supposed it wasn’t too out of the ordinary for her, but… Multicolored eyes narrowed, his smile growing strange. 

“I… Yes, I do, it’s lovely, but… May I ask why you’ve come to my place of work this time?” he asked. An even better question he didn’t pose: How did she even know where he worked?

“Ah.. I’m glad. I was really particular about what I wore today. Both a bride and a mourner, a veil for what could have been in another life, crimson in celebration of life... because what are living people without the crimson that flows through their veins?”

She hums a tune, lightly jumping off the table to approach Beau.

“I thought about whether I should come here now or later.-- But.....”

In a delicate motion she opens her palm, the same black wisps that brought her to him now forming around her hand-- shaping itself into her trademark weapon.

“Death waits for no one. Not even for those it grows fond of.” Closing her fist, the weapon fully takes shape, a scythe with an ornate black design, appropriate of it’s owner. “I’m here to sing you a song of death, my cute little Beauregard.”

The scythe is raised.

“-- Run.”

[castelleve]

@lunamortis​ asked: Hard at work again, Beauregard?

…How did she get inside of his morgue? 

Hard at work cutting a body cavity open, he lifted his head to look over at her. White, sanitary walls surrounded them… And between them was a corpse and a small table full of medical tools. Placing his scalpel back onto the table, he straightened up to look at Mari… and he even smiled.

“Why, yes I am. And you? What brings you here?”

[lunamortis]

The black whisps that she appeared from vanished, leaving only Mari who was dressed in an elegant crimson dress, sitting atop one of the unused dissection tables.

Although it was not audible from inside this room, the melody of death had already been played-- signaling what would soon come.

“...... You can be such a cute man, Beau,” she says, black nails tapping against the end of the table.

“Do you like my outfit?”

[vaingoria]

“Miss Watanabe, please give the proper instructions to our temporary hire,” he request of his trusted assistant– the woman in turn nodding before returning to her own work space.

With her gone, the man swiveled his chair to get a view of the city, legs crossed as a smirk grew on his lips.

“You’re in for a doozy, Beauregard Castelleve.”

[lunamortis]

Brushing her hair, Mari turns her attention to the ping from her phone, a solidary message showing on her screen from an unknown number-- a different burner phone more than likely.

Crimsons go wide for a second as she sees the name upon the bright screen, her lips soon curving into a grin.

--- Unfortunate she thought, but a job was a job.

“I’ll have pick an entire new wardrobe for this special occasion.”

She utters to herself, rising from her seat and opening her closet, choosing the perfect outfit for this particular hit.

[lunamortis]

mari lolita fashion icon

[lunamortis]

castelleve·:

(Okay… anyone would blush if they were touched like that. But the more pressing matter was the threat. He didn’t exactly expect her to do anything… but she still cursed him, right?!)

(His heart was already pretty fragile…)

I don’t think anyone would want that, no. 

Then try and be a little more delicate.

(And her finger digs deeper, piercing through skin as it’s pointed tip softly scratched inside, playfully wiggling it but ensuring it didn’t go any further than it had already gone.)

Tickle, tickle my cute Beau.

[lunamortis]

castelleve·:

Okay, Lady Marielle My Name Changes Every Time I say The Full Thing Sonique. I don’t get how we keep running into each other, I barely ever go out walking. 

But it’s definitely not that.

Cheeky, cheeky, cheeky.

(She carefully glides her finger across his chest-- obsidian colored nail digging slowly through his clothes and threatening to break skin.)

Please remember, nothing is more terrifying than the wrath of a woman. You wouldn’t want my nicely polished finger to poke a hole in your heart, now would you?

[lunamortis]

castelleve·:

I don’t seek you out, Miss Mari, you just show up out of nowhere.

And quit using my full name, damn it.

Mari? Quite a chummy way of addressing me. It’s Marielle, or if you must, Lady Marielle Duvernay Boyer Reinhardt Sonique. And I don’t show up. You just have a habit of finding me.

Maybe we’re connected by the red string of fate? 

[lunamortis]

castelleve

Beau vc: Oh really, a ring? :o

Oh? You’ve sought me out on my day off? Are you perhaps trying to court me, dear Beauregard?

[lunamortis]

I received a letter from one of my employers. How sweet of them to think of me on the holidays.

[anotherdoorbitesthedust]

Did a No More Heroes art trade with medi-melancholy

Here’s ya badass queen Margaret

its transparent

[lunamortis]

castelleve said:

It's a little embarrassing, to be honest, but even though she could be downright cruel to him, Beau enjoyed her presence. At least a little bit. And so, he seeks Mari out to gift her something he thought she might like - some polish for her scythe.

“Well aren’t you a little darling,” she coos, accepting the polish he’d given her. “It’s not chocolates, nor is it flowers or a beautiful tea set, but you can’t blame a man for being inept, especially during Valentine’s.”

The girl put the container of polish away, pulling out a present of her own and offering it to Beau. Unsurprisingly, it was wrapped in the prettiest, most ornate wrapping fitting of her style.

“I bought these macaroons for you. Make sure to eat them all and think of me, alright Beauregard?”

[lunamortis]

The market has been absurdly slow.

[lunamortis]

“Ahaha! The fool actually fell for it!”

[lunamortis]

castelleve·:

That expression… was terrifying. He grit his teeth together, forcing a nervous smile. “I, uh… I think I’ll be fine… I have a brother who specializes in curses and the removal of them…” Why did he sound so unsure of that? No doubt Sal would ask for something completely demanding in return… like making Beau do his grocery shopping. 

“Okay well au revoir, Monsieur Four Eyes.” And just like that, she parted with her scary demeanor-- offering him a friendly wave before she began walking off. “Whatever you say! Goodbye and good luck with that curse.-- Ah, maybe you should eat some natto for that! You know I hear the grocery store’s having a sale. Ah well, like I said! Goodbye!~”

[lunamortis]

castelleve·:

“That-that could be from anything! Something I drank! The wind! How am I supposed to know the source?” 

Oh no, he knew the source, he knew the source very well. It was that damn death curse! His poor heart could only take so much stress!

“Who knows? I only know so much myself. All I do know you’re cursed. Real bad. I’m surprised you’re still walking actually.....” She cracks her fingers, letting a very light chuckle before taking a pause-- very slowly moving her head as her eyes look directly into his.

“I’d be careful if I were you Mister.... don’t piss of the wrong kind of person... Ehehehe...”