pestilence.

currently: culling the world of its grime. eating taco bell. looking fabulous

[mynameis-kiara]

motherofabominations:

Her eyebrow raised at the blatant disuse of her name and overly familiar tone in which Kiara spoke, as if they were simply neighbors catching up after one had come back from a long holiday. It was done to piss her off, Babylon was sure. It pissed her off even more than it was working. “Stop stop stop,” She waved off Kiara’s antics with a wave of her hand. “You’re giving me a headache. Why is it every time i’m within five feet of you I suddenly have the urge to drink myself to death. It that some Horseman ability or is it just an effect of your sparkling personality?” 

Oh yes. This was even more delicious. Eyes swam with gleam at the reaction she got out of Babylon without barely trying. Hmm, maybe if she put a little more effort in. Killing people and demons gave her tingles, but knowing she could fuck with them mentally was even more fun sometime (especially with people she knew before the integration, because she could put a twist on the memories and feelings the human shared). “I’m just here saying words, darling,” Kiara said with a head tilt. “That’s how I used to greet you in the hall. And whenever we saw each other at dinky clubs. When you gave me your number that night, I was like, God, I really want to get with this girl. What could have been.”

[mynameis-kiara]

motherofabominations:

“Can’t say that I do.” Babylon quipped in return, voice laced with a hint of exhaustion. She’d been up late reassuring her dancers that despite the ongoing chaos around them everything would be alright. ( No easy feat considering they were all prone to dramatics even at the best of times ) Needless to say when she ran into one of the prime reasons for her lack of sleep admiring their handiwork, she was not amused in the slightest. “It’s funny, everybody was worried global warming would be what finally ended us but no one thought to suspect the puta with an ego the size of California until you were staring us in the face.”

“Hey there, you,” Kiara greeted in an overly honeyed tone, a mischievous gleam in her eye. Their demeanors were opposites of each other which made for a fun juxtaposition, she thought. She noticed the exhaustion that laced the other woman’s features, but hardly paid any mind to it. “Only the size of California?” She questioned rhetorically with an eyebrow arch. “I think the size of the universe would be more apt, since, y’know, creation of the universe and all that.”

[mynameis-kiara]

olivia-cross:

The words felt like a punch to the gut. Her whole life, people had always left her and despite the promises they’d made to each other, Kiara had become one of them. How was she supposed to grieve the loss of a friend who she could still see every day if she wanted to? “I didn’t leave you - you left me. To become a cannibalistic harbinger of doom, by the way. And it’s not like you’re breaking down my door to hang out – my number didn’t change, you just stopped calling.”

Watching Olivia’s face journey was easily worth the price of admission. All of these memories she could twist around and play with. 

Don’t leave me. Never. 

I love you. I love you too.

You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I feel the same.

“Hmm,” Kiara arched an eyebrow in curiosity, biting her lower lip. Her foot nudged the husked out head of a man like it was nothing. “So if I come over to your place with the Clueless DVD and two pints of ice cream, you’d let me in? We can criticize the fashion in the movie, play with each other’s hair, gossip, y’know, the usual.”

[mynameis-kiara]

olivia-cross:

“You don’t miss me,” Olivia scoffed, trying and failing to act as though it didn’t bother her. She couldn’t think of Pestilence as Kiara…it was a monster wearing her best friend’s face, nothing more. “Why am I even talking to you?”

“Nonsense. Of course I do. You keep disappearing on me for weeks at a time and that’s not a very nice thing to do to your best friend,” Kiara said with an exaggerated annoyed huff, taking a step closer. “Remember when I said don’t leave me? And you answered with never? Because I do.”

[mynameis-kiara]

thyvillainy:

Heath stared at her from behind his own pair of Aviators, feeling a little annoyed with the figure of Pestilence in front of him. “Out of every bartender in Los Angeles that you could have drained - your former friends at that - you had to eat the one at The Varnish? Only place the Guiness didn’t taste like complete piss.” He moved closer, barely paying attention to the bodies around him. He didn’t know these people? Why should he care? Hell, even if he had known them, he doubted he would felt anything. Their deaths were akin to putting down mutts in the pound. 

“Whoops,” Kiara said non-chalantly as if her former friend had meant nothing to her. Vague memories of interacting with one of the bodies came into mind -- throwing darts while intoxicated, laughing, patting each other’s shoulders. “I liked her once,” she continued plainly, stroking what was left of her head. “But she paid the price for stealing from other people. Tsk tsk, Val.” Shaking her head in faux disappointment, she stood from her knee and took a step toward Heath. “They were just appetizers. Think you can find me some dinner?”

[mynameis-kiara]

olivia-cross:

“Yeah, no. Not even a little. Are you just gunning for creepazoid of the year now, because you have my vote,” Olivia said, crossing her arms and curling her lip as she studied her former best friend. 

“Liv,” Kiara exclaimed with an impish grin, quickly standing up from her position. “It’s been so long. I’ve missed you,” she said while pretending to look confused at the blonde’s hesitation. All part of the game. “What do you mean? Because I’m not gunning for anything.”

[mynameis-kiara]

davisadele:

“Sadly I don’t think I would agree but then again, I don’t think I’ve agreed with anything that’s been happening lately.” Adele was attempting to make her way back to the Church of Saints, having made a trip out for supplies for some of the homeless and other survivors who had taken up shelter within their walls. Zoe had done her best to stock up on everything they needed, but they still ran low here and there. She’d opted to go out, but seeing Pestilence in the middle of it all – Adele was quickly reserving the right to change her mind.

“No?” Kiara questioned rhetorically, straightening herself out. Nudging a water bottle with her foot, she watched it roll away onto another body.  The nearby street lamp flickered which added more to the apocalypse look with the smoke that filled the streets from the fires. “That’s a shame. Find everything you were looking for?”

[mynameis-kiara]

The sunglasses were just for aesthetics at this point -- after all, there was no sunlight anymore. Kiara was down on a knee, dipping her index finger into the pool of black blood on the ground. “What a beautiful day,” she said all too gleefully in the midst of husked out bodies and assorted food items, turning her head to a familiar face that had happened to stumble upon the scene. "Don’t you agree?”

[catastrophically-aware]

Ballroom Blitz || Maria & Kiara

[mynameis-kiara]

catastrophically-aware:

Where: Oscars When: Saturday, November 25 Who: Maria & @mynameis-kiara with a healthy side helping of group 2

So much for the plan. Waiting until Grace got her award had been great in theory, but she hadn’t counted on Elijah announcing his allegiance to War and turning Hollywood’s elite into a rampaging mass of chaos. She’d never really trusted Elijah, not that she knew him well, but something about him always felt off to her. Oh well, time to improvise. 

Maria glanced over her shoulder, seeing the others moving in the crowd and managed to catch Leviathan’s eye. She nodded, hoping they’d still provide distraction to draw Kiara’s attention away from murder long enough to allow Maria to switch her drink with the grail in her bag. Kiara’s ability to infect people seemed to accelerated, if that’s what you could call the way she drained the life from those around her in mere heartbeats. 

I’m definitely about to die. 

Shouting from a few aisles over drew her attention for a moment and she smiled. Of course God would provide a good distraction. Thanks, she thought their direction. The diversion seemed to get Kiara’s attention as well, allowing Maria to slip in behind her. Now if she could only find her drink… 

Feet scattering against the floor. Gasps of horror. Screams of pain. Heavy breaths. Kiara focused on these sounds as she watched the chaos ensue. She was, perhaps, the only one in the area not in rush to get out. So, instead, she stood in the middle with a half-cocked grin, gleams of amusement in her eyes. She relished in the power she held. It never got tiring watching the aftermath once she wished voracitosis upon someone or a group of people. Even better, she could play around with the disease and mutate it into an even worse one. The core symptoms remained the same, but she could turn up one of them tenfold, put the body in overload and liquefy organs.

Raziel and Leviathan were screaming at each other in the midst of psuedo-celebrities running past them. Interesting. God and a centuries old demon arguing and throwing obscenities at one another -- how could she not watch? She knew them to be involved and oh. That... that was a low blow. Picking up the grail that she set down at a nearby table, she took a long sip from it and loudly smacked her lips. This -- this seemed different. More metallic and -- rusted? Not rusted exactly, but she could see the age. Furrowing her eyebrows in contemplation, she turned her body around and averted her gaze toward someone who wasn’t seemingly in a rush to get out. 

Maria.

Raising the grail out for the other woman to see clearly, she took another long sip from it and slowly canted her head to the side. “Really?” She questioned with a audible hah, shaking her head in disbelief. “You thought you could kill me with this?”

[mynameis-kiara]

CHALLENGE 032: WITH A BANG

Never the one to shy away from daring fashion choices, Kiara put on an all black ensemble meant to demand attention. Dressed in the part of a grieving superficial widow in an all female led heist movie, she wants you to look at her and know who’s bringing the world to its end.

[mynameis-kiara]

abaddonian:

Where, when: Oscars, after the chaos starts Availability: Group 2

“You know what? I’m glad Kiara got rid of Harvey Weinstein. Apocalypse isn’t all that bad, now, is it?” Abaddon called gleefully, swinging an arm around one of the terrified partygoers trying to flee, patting them firmly on the shoulder, before shoving them back into the crowd, brushing her hands off. She sighed, sniffing disdainfully at all the black blood pooled near her, opening up her clutch and pulling a pair of gloves out, snapping them on delicately.

“Better,” she remarked, grabbing an infected person and sending them careening closest to the world-savior next to her. “Ah, ah,” she said, wagging a finger and grinning wildly. “I’m afraid I can’t let you get much closer to her than that. She’s feeling a little under the weather; don’t want you getting sick, now, do we?”

“Watching the blood ooze out of Harvey’s eyes was possibly the most beautiful thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing,” Kiara replied indirectly with a half-cocked grin. While she knew she wasn’t being talked to, she wanted to add her two cents. “Casey was almost just as good. Almost.” Her gaze averted from one person to the next, mentally checking down her list. She felt like a little kid in a candy shop; there was so much delicious sin to eat and she hardly knew where to even start. 

Getting down onto a knee, Kiara dosed her finger into the puddle of black blood and sucked the liquid off. “Mmm, delicious. Tastes like cotton candy. You should really give it a try, sweetie-pea,” she said somewhat condescendingly toward her farrier, straightening herself up. Once she got up to her feet, she felt a shoulder bristle against her and found herself eye-to-eye with the only and only Jessica Chastain. “You’ve got nothing to fear from me. Go.” Raising an eyebrow at her partner’s antics, she let out a mild scoff and inched herself closer toward the infected person. Her finger rested on his chin, raising it upward as she looked down at him in disapproval. “So, my dear,” she said in an overly honeyed tone as she canted her head toward Abaddon. “What should it be this time?”

[mynameis-kiara]

quatervoisms:

“No.” Without a thought, Zack was pulling the few people he’d been able to find huddled in an alleyway behind him, and standing between them and the Horseman. Though he’d seen them around, either up close or at a distance, there was quite a difference between watching them drink a cocktail at a bar, and when they were at their full power. “Don’t. Don’t kill them.” He didn’t have any power here, no one did, but that didn’t mean he was going to back down. He’d died once because of the Horsemen, and somehow managed to come back–he didn’t think his luck was good enough to manage it a second time, but it was better than taking it all lying down. “They didn’t do anything to you.”

“No?” Kiara replied with a mild scoff. “We’re in this situation because of looting. Seen any store windows lately? Oh wait, they’re all over the ground now. People are literally trampling over each other and charging up the wazoo for water. And... you’re saying no to me killing them? ” It wasn’t as if she understood the intricacies of humans since she saw them as chess pieces to play with, so the answer was baffling.

[mynameis-kiara]

quatervoisms:

“Please, you need to come with me, it’s not safe here anymore.” Zack held his hand out, the path to his truck was clear, but the sound of rioting was getting closer, and he was unsure for how much longer they’d have before they were over taken. “Let’s go!”

“Alternatively,” Kiara said casually, taking off her sunglasses with a side of flourish. “I can just kill them all.”

[mynameis-kiara]

swordofcassiel:

For all their macabre makeup and costuming (they had allowed Shibah a considerable amount of creative liberty with the idea), Cassiel was entirely bemused in the midst of the party. Halloween was a grotesque holiday, in their opinion. They were sure one of the Horsemen was behind this, but it seemed too early for Death to be playing its hand. Still, Cassiel kept an eye on everyone–watching for signs of bizarre behavior. Abaddon hadn’t blown anything up yet, which to Cassiel was unusual, but Pestilence also had been eerily quiet: for all the seemingly-dead attendees, none of them seemed to be sincerely dying. Keeping up with the antics of the apocalypse-bringers was exhausting.

“Hello, Morgana,” Kiara sing-songed as she slid her way toward Cassiel’s side, all too eager to catch them off guard. Blood clung to her skin that the Victorian dress wasn’t covering and -- was that glitter? The soft glow that radiated off Kiara gave her a remarkable youthful look, which perfectly paralleled the woman she was currently mimicking. “How are you on this lovely evening?” She inquired with a mischievous smirk, eyeing the participants around them.

[mynameis-kiara]

CHALLENGE 030: DANSE MACABRE

KIARA RAFAEL (PESTILENCE) AS ELIZABETH BATHORY

--- “WAIT, IS THAT REAL BLOOD?”

Born into nobility, highly educated, and extremely vain. People hear Elizabeth Bathory and think of her bathing in blood. But that would be doing her injustice. She could speak and write two languages in a time that was unheard of for women and struck such fear and revelation in the villagers that they did nothing. She was richer than the lords themselves and had all the say. Considered the most beautiful woman in Hungrary, she bathed in blood not just to attain the youthful look, but also because she got off on their lives ending.

[mynameis-kiara]

countingbluecars:

Isaiah choked on his coffee when he realized too late just who was beside him, unable to skedaddle away from the horseman before she was chatting with him. Though, if Isaiah were to be honest with himself, it was at least interesting to have a— conversation with Pestilence herself.

Until it got on the subject of murder, and it did so quite quickly.

Isaiah looked up to Kiara with wide eyes, flicking them over to the three friends for a beat before returning them to Kiara. He nipped his bottom lip for a second, then, without further hesitation, said, “The redhead.” The implied weight of the decision, made so casually by himself, tightened his throat and made his voice that little bit higher. “Could you not choose?”

—Isaiah, shut up, shut UP.

His thoughts were screaming at him. But he continued, “It’s like, uh, reverse horror movie logic — the one that stands out the most dies first.”

Kiara viewed murder as a game -- everyone were chess pieces being ruled by puppeteers. It wasn’t about killing for her anymore, moreso seeing the domino effect after the fact.  

The lonely man drinking himself into a stupor -- nobody would care. She wanted people to care, she wanted people to be horrified, she wanted people to feel helpless at not being able to do a damn thing. 

“You didn’t even struggle with the decision?” Kiara questioned incredulously with an eyebrow arch. “Tsk tsk tsk, my dear Isaiah,” she said with an amused glint in her eye, leaning in closer. Loudly smacking her lips, she watched with vested interest as the redhead grabbed at her throat and fell to a knee.

“How bad should I make it?”

[mynameis-kiara]

gabviel:

Gabriel cast a cursory glance in the direction the Horseman was gesturing before turning back with a dismissive glance to their reindeer games. “That one. Heart disease. In about seventy years, did I choose right?”

“Awh, you think there’ll be a world in seventy years? Bless your heart,” Kiara replied with a mischievous grin. “So, tell me -- should it be instantaneous? Or slow and painful? I could have her bleed out from every orifice in her body. Or... or... or... I can liquefy her organs. Mm, maybe both. What do you think, darling?”