-- BASKERVILLE

i knew that you screamed thank you from the bottom of your heart till the very end. a goodbye when you hold back your tears and smile is lonely, isn't it.

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--;bloodstained stage ۵

[grin-with-gin-blog]

“Now what’s happened here?”

The silver-haired man had shown up at quite an interesting time, it seemed. Not often did you see this much carnage with achildat the centre. An Arrancar, or a Shinigami, perhaps, but not a child. Really, the only times he’d seen so much carnage were in massive battles, with many combatants.

This seemed more like a massacare, and the only person in the area was the bloodstained child. Never worth underestimating someone in this situation, though - if she had caused it, then she was one scary kid. “Will I be your friend? I dunno~!”

His right hand remained inside his sleeves, adjusting his grip on Shinso, while the left waved around, before coming to rest near his head, a slender finger tapping his chin. People were always interesting to watch, and even more interesting to mess with; what would happen, then, if he were to stick around this child? With a wave of his arm, he leant down towards the child. “Is this how you play with yourfr~iends~?’Cause it sure seems like fun.” His grin would only widen as he spoke, his tone subtly mocking, as always.

“Why don’tcha tell me your name first, Miss?”

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" Isn't it? You agree, don't you!? " An excited Lily would bound up closer towards the older, taller man, blue eyes widened with a childish glint, mouth opened in a big, wide smile as giggles escaped here and there in between her words. Bandersnatch stayed by her side, ready to take the man's life in less than even a mere second if his master so much as spoke an order. " But you know, they're boring, too! They're slow, and all they say when we speak to each other is 'please spare me!' or 'stop!', it's so boring, so lame.. y'know? "

In response, the youngest Baskerville stuck out her hand, face brightening considerably that they seemed so.. 'friendly'. " I'm Lily! And this is Bandersnatch! "

" And who are you, miste-r?! "

With no regard for personal space whatsoever, the child pressed both her hands on the man's knees -- he had leaned after all, so she could at least reach that much. Pushing herself up to meet him eye level, if her face wasn't covered in her victim's blood and all, it would be hard to think of her as anything more than a child. A child who loved to make friends, in fact.

Though normally, Lily wouldn't do this to her.. 'friends'. Though she wasn't aware of what she was doing, of course. Normally, Lily treasured her friends above all else. She wouldn't ever hurt them (or at least, until she got bored, or if they angered her). Toys were fated to be broken someday, right? Though she tended to take care of them for as long as she could, right now, all she wanted to do was play rough with them, throwing them away once they were broken and no longer able to function.

[parricidio]

--;bloodstained stage ۵

Shrill laughter began to permeate the air, along with the pungent smell of death which penetrated the area, enough to make the faint-hearted retch until there was nothing left to rise up. Bodies upon bodies piled up among the streets of Fuyuki City, the blood of innocents spilled without so much as a care. And even then, the abundance of corpses would continue to grow larger and larger, so much so, that there was no longer any way to count them all and total up a final number.

In the midst of it all stood a small girl. A girl whose ginger hair and face, blood red robe and brightly coloured clothing had all been stained with oozing red substance, squished up entrails sticking to the bottom of her boots. 

Upon the sight of another standing and alive, the young Baskerville would bound towards them, and right behind her would be a large dog, honing long, sharp claws and sharp teeth, its wispy tail moving back and forth, tongue hanging from its mouth as it panted, crimson eyes showing nothing but a lust for blood.

" Hey, you . . . ! "

" Won't you play with me? Won't you be my new fr-iend ~ ? "

At first glance, Lily Baskerville would seem no different than usual, but close up.. if one knew her well, they would know that something wasn't quite right.

[parricidio]

-- bloody playtime .

[nishi-joichiro-blog]

a deranged cackle erupted from his person, tongue sticking out in a demeaning manner — honestly, the whole action had been intended to be something of amusement from the get-go, but he at least expected such a diversion to do some real damage! nothing much really. a little something to remember him by. leave the girl with a psychological scar or two and one less dog. after all, no pain, no posttraumatic stress disorder.

but, oh no.

she had to spoil the fun.

this little shit.

slowly, his laughter died away in a bemused chuckle as he watched her and the scene she made. not only did she make for quite the amusing display, but also provided for the entertainment he was looking for! as for her threats, well, he hadn’t to pretend to give so much as two shits and a penny about those when, in fact, he didn’t! he straightened his physique, idly rocking his weight between the heels and the balls of his feet. appendage that held the tool of destruction let loose down his side in a blatant show of superiority over the would-be opponent. his voice heightened several pitches in an obvious imitation of the other, before again, he addressed her.

” This is so unfaaaair. Why does none give a fuck about my dog — or me, for that matter?

Boo-hoo.

Where are my friends at while I’m getting my ass handed to me by this random guy — oh right, they never gave a single flying fuck about me as well!

Waaaah.

Cry me a river, and then go drown yourself in it.

No, seriously.

Fucking do it alrea — “

the first shot went straight for his diaphragm, forcing ebony optics wide as the air was forcibly expelled from his body. the hunter stumbled, abdominal muscles contracted in pain as his upper body lurched over, lungs aflame and aching for much needed oxygen. while the sudden impact caught him unprepared, the smouldering cartridge was rendered innocuous as soon as it met the resilient fiber of the suit beneath. once deprived of its gunpowder propelled momentum and redirected from its original course and to the ground, it tamely rolled down the sidewalk.

. . this god damned bitch shot me. again.

unfortunately, the veteran combatant was quick to pick up the slack and just as rapidly deal with the situation at hand. he raised the weapon in front of himself, using the well crafted device to effectively screen his being from further attacks, swift and experienced footwork carrying him just out of range of the onrushing rounds and in the adjacent, people ridden street, where he found shelter amid the clueless crowd.

cue some bloodcurling screaming along the lines of ‘ooh no please no save me’. the mercy pleas of the innocent so readily dismissed by the ongoing fight and the urge to see the other’s blood spill. what came next was a broken silence of death and despair. the moans of the wounded eerily audible every other moment, the poor bastards left to thrash and agonize in their own bodily fluids, while you had to wonder just when God was going to put them out of their misery. a massive trail of crimson began leaching from what lied beyond the curtain of smoke, darkening the walkway and permeating the town with the sanguine mark of slaughter.

upon the parting of the grey fumes, however, a lone individual would emerge from the ghastly scenery. tie whipping about noisily in the wind, each footstep tainting him more with the token of murder, he would start making his way among the dead, as if taking after the reaper himself. bloodied. unscathed. and completely lacking in sanity.

” I’m going to fucking KILL you. “

no punch line. no mocking act. nope.

just the cold truth.

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It was actually ironic. If they had met on better terms, or even have been partners in this war, they probably would have gotten along. Without a care for other people's lives, killing with a smile no matter how much an innocent would beg to be spared -- but nope, Lily just had to nearly shoot him in the face with her recklessness earlier. 

His sarcastic whining wouldn't register to Lily; her anger clouded it all -- voices, thoughts.. everything. The loud firing of gunshots were calming to her, if not only fueling her anger in a way and making her want to fire more and more. Ah, if only she had an unlimited amount of ammo! Then she could shoot till she was satisfied, but nope. She ran out eventually. The screaming voices of the people weren't heard either, not so much as batting an eyelash as she chased the other, staining her robe black with blood, tiny boots splashing over the blood and stepping over the corpses of whoever had been unfortunate enough to get in their way.

After she had discarded the now useless weapon, the young Baskerville stood there, hands curled into fists, eyes wide and teeth clenched. Only when she saw the figure of the other walk out from it would she start to yell again, though most of the anger had subsided.

Even she would know that if they were to clash again here just like this, Lily wouldn't stand a chance. She had no weapon, no brute strength.. nothing. And as much as it frustrated her to know this, it couldn't be changed, but..

This was the Holy Grail War.

If nothing else, she had a weapon far above any else.

" Caster .. " The girl would mumble under her breath, hot-wet tears sliding down her face. If he hadn't injured Bandersnatch, she would call him out right now, but -- !! " Caster .. ! "

" CASTER -- !! " Lily, covered in the blood of innocents, continued to repeat it, desperately crying out for her Servant, to get him to kill this man who had hurt her dear Chain. To make him suffer. Though of course, her Servant was against things such as murder and would probably not do as she said, but.. he was her only weapon left. 

[parricidio]

-- bloody playtime .

[breast-sommelier-blog]

“ Yeah! Friends! “

What contagious energy! Long had he forgotten what it was like to interact with those younger than him, and so with ease did her energetic nature bring about the immature youth the sorcerer was known for being. In the middle of nowhere, the contract between master and servant was being formed, the young duo having met seemingly at random. As she reached forth, he took her small hand into his own, and shook it — both as an act of friendship and to signify that their contract was officially sealed.

During their moment of establishing friendship, Battler took a moment to look around. Even if only twenty or thirty years had passed since his demise, technology hadn’t halted in its advance one bit, had it? The grail updated his knowledge of the modern world upon summoning, but technological advances hadn’t made it far enough to throw the newly summoned Caster servant for a loop. Maybe he should’ve been thankful, anyway?

Last thing he wanted to do was go around like a gramps, hand on his hip and belligerently shouting at television sets.

Where’s the other half of it!?

A series of questions from his master broke him from his reverie, leading the sorcerer to drop his gaze back to the child. Did she just mention killing someone? Battler’s expression visibly shifted from brightly energetic to somewhat troubled — his master wanted to kill, and while that was the purpose of any war, he couldn’t agree with it. The thought of killing anyone, whether it was in battle or not, didn’t sit right with him.

So, his answer was a very resounding, and stern —

“ No, “and he bopped her lightly on the head.

“ We’re not going to kill anyone. We’ll find a way to win without resorting to that. “

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" We're.. not? " The disappointment was obvious in her voice, smile turning into a childish pout. " But.. why? This is a war! We're supposed to kill! Why not, Caaaasteeeeeer--!! " Whine, whine, whine. Despite the fact that he had disagreed with her, that wouldn't stop her from killing people --  whether he knew of it or not. She already had countless lives fall at her hands, so why did it matter now if some guy said that killing wasn't allowed? It'd be a different story if it were Glen, but..

" How pointless! "

" I'd much prefer to kill than to spend time and effort looking for ways to avoid it. Killing is much faster and much, much easier, so why wouldn't you want to? Besides, these people are out for our lives, too! If you're my Servant, doesn't that mean you have to listen to me? Caster is so bo~ring! "

The young Baskerville would ramble on and on, clearly expressing just how little she cared about other people's lives -- human or not. There were tons and tons of living creatures in the world no matter how many were killed off, so what does it matter? The numbers only increased hundreds and hundreds everyday anyway, so why did it matter at all if a few lives were taken? Isn't that actually a good thing? To clean everything up to make room for more?

" You know? I've killed lots and lots of people! And it doesn't matter -- there's so many of them, just letting a few die won't be a problem, right? "

[parricidio]

-- bloody playtime .

[nishi-joichiro-blog]

friends.

well, why the fuck not. he might as well take her up on the offer, after all. nevermind she went near to pop him a new asshole in the forehead not too long ago, nevermind he really wanted to kick that barking piece of shit hard in the mouth, nevermind a full frontal lobotomy was preferable to dealing with children and their kawaii uguu crap. oooh boy, it was going to be oodles of fun! they would eat donuts, swap bedtime fairy tales, and maybe go out for a trip to rainbowland too!! and at the end of the day, they would gather with all kinds of like-minded fucktards around a campfire to have a big giggle fest out of!

right?

” N o p e. ♥

C’mon, let’s see your dog die for me. It’s gonna be fun, I promise. “

all existence is struggle. even the deceitful fiction of innocence known as childhood wasn’t exception to the rule. and Nishi wasn’t above tainting his hands in crimson with the blood of the youth, nor was he worried to shatter the frail illusions that plagued their mind and clouded their vision of real life. but, that was the fault of society, for giving those who crawled at the bottom of the social ladder the idea that they were not going to fail at fucking everything and actually grow up to be self-reliant adults by feeding them tempting lies and shoveling an impressive influx of sugarcoated bullshit in their general direction.

oh well.

his right appendage dropped to the laptop bag that hung from his shoulder, digits coiled around the familiar cold of a gun handle in a secure grasp, and in a flash, the weapon was removed from its leather case and either barrels aimed point-blank at his victim of choice with uncanny sleight of hand. as a bit of force was applied, fingertips pressed softly down the twin triggers and. . nothing. nothing but a low whirring noise and a luminescent cyan lighting emanated from the device, yet ever so quickly did those lips part into a truly sadistic grin, suggesting that the weapon didn’t miss the mark.

in fact.

in a matter of instants the area encompassing the target would depressurize itself, its gravitation dwindle and collapse into microgravity. particles of dirt and grime would be caught in the phenomenon, rising and filling the air in proximity of the chain, following the heavenward motion of inverse free-fall before the recoil of the accumulated acceleration would kick back in a tremendous display of sheer and brutal might, compressing whatever standing in between its path and the surface under a massive, devastating pressure.

and then, suddenly, the universe would feel a little bit emptier.

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Instead of being pressed flat or however the strange power was supposed to work, the Chain instead dissolved into little fragments, then those fragments dissolved even more until it completely disappeared back to the Abyss. Whether or not it was hurt, the witness to this, Lily, had still seen it happen and.. nobody hurt Bandersnatch. Not under her watch. 

The anger rose up not even a moment later, eyebrows furrowing, tiny fingers curling up into a fist, small body shaking as her face twisted up in rage. Tears would gather at the corners of her eyes -- she would stand no chance against the other, as he had such a powerful weapon in his possession -- but that doesn't matter now. " How could.. "

" How could you! To Bandersnatch-- ! " The young Baskerville roared, grip on the revolver tightening as she raised it without a thought. Recklessly, a finger would press down on the trigger, shooting at the designated target -- again, and again, and again, and again -- she didn't know if any of them made contact, and she didn't care. She didn't have the strength to try to strangle them, she didn't have the strength to knock them over, unlike Fang and Doug. Without even her Chain, this was her only weapon -- and she would use it well, if not only as a way to release her anger upon the other.

" I'll kill you! I'll kill you I'll kill you.. die, die, die, diediediediedie--!! "

And then the loud sound of several bullets launched one after the other would come to a sudden halt, replaced by empty clicking. Though her finger continued to press down on the trigger, nothing would come out. Out of ammo-- realizing this, Lily would throw the gun in his direction, just as recklessly hoping that it would hit him in the face.

Though the area was covered in gun smoke, so much so, that she could no longer see the other. Did any of the bullets make contact? Was he dead? Or was he still standing, just fine if not a bit injured, on the other side in the midst of it all?

[parricidio]

-- bloody playtime .

[thisismytrueface-blog]

That would be the sort of thing that could let her win this war. To be able to withstand the blows of others… combine that with fighting skill, and that would make an unstoppable team in this war. … Maybe not unstoppable. This was a war of the impossible, after all. Anything could happen. 

Even seemingly innocent little girls being killing machines.

But if it came to that, Otae would be the one to take care of her. Rorschach wouldn’t feel comfortable killing a little girl. Even if she was capable of killing him. Children were still innocent. Still pure. They needed protection from the world’s evils. And that was why he fought, after all. To protect. To exact. To execute. Besides, Rorschach was only a man. Well-trained, battle-hardened, but still a man. And that… thing wasn’t exactly a dog. The edges… little pieces, here and there… were wrong.

And there it was. The mark on her hand, a similar design to the one branding her face. Where would she even get that? It was her face. Her mark. Just like Rorschach’s. It showed you who a person was. A child’s logic said that he had to show his own, so with reluctance Rorschach lifted the back of his hand to show his. A wolf? A butterfly? It depended on what you thought you saw.

“Enemies? No.” A slow shake of his head. “Not if we’re friends.” That would probably work. And why not? “Friends don’t kill each other. … They work together, don’t they? I used to have a friend. I tried… no. I killed other people. But not him. He helped me. Not with killing. But with fighting. Maybe we could do the same. Fight together. Two people better than one.”

Why was he making offers to a child? … Maybe it was that. Maybe it was because she was a child. Easier to work with. Not as corrupted yet. Perhaps this partnership would end better than the last one.

[parricidio]

Lily Baskerville was far from pure. With the sort of the treatment she had received from her family, from the entire village of Ebauche -- she had already seen the evils of the world, the darkness in humans, how disgusting people could be. Everything had been shown to her -- every last bit, resulting in this warped child. Nothing could help her now -- nothing could repair her. Lily had lived a long time -- technically over a hundred years. But because of her illegal contract with Bandersnatch, her body had stopped aging, and though that didn't stop her mind from continuing to grow wiser, she forever stayed at the mentality of a ten year-old, and.. well, nobody really saw a problem with that. She wasn't very bright, but at the same time, she would know how to keep quiet about something when need be.

" Oh, right -- of course ! " The young Baskerville smiled, nodding her head in agreement. Though Lily held her friends dear, they were still nothing but toys to her -- though of course she didn't consciously think of them as toys to play with and throw away when she gets bored with them, it was only normal to her. She would play with them until they broke, then kill them. After all, broken toys were no fun anymore.

" Fight.. together? " Lily would tilt her head, thinking about his offer. the Baskervilles.. would never accept an offer an alliance from outsiders. Except this time, the situation was different, as were the circumstances. But.. this was a war. Only one team could survive, so.. fighting together -- they'd eventually have to kill each other anyway, so why bother? Lily wasn't the type to manipulate. Unable to come to an answer, the young Baskerville would voice her thoughts instead. " But that's pointless! I will have to kill you eventually -- so why bother fighting together? " 

[parricidio]

-- bloody playtime .

[thisismytrueface-blog]

Friends were very rare for the older man. The only person Rorschach had truly ever considered his friend was Daniel. And Daniel… Daniel had been the one to put up with him. The inked man doubted he would meet another Daniel here. Especially in this war. But this wasn’t the time or the place. 

Special? What made them so special? Baskerville was probably her family name… but other than that, it gave Rorschach no clues. The only thing was that it tipped the inked man off that something was going on. Her clothes… a cape. Blood red. Too colorful for these streets. The dog. It was a wonder he wasn’t rabid. What if… No, she wouldn’t be a Servant. Not unless she could ride that Bandersnatch. But… a Master? Any and all kinds could join the Grail War. Why not… a little… girl…

This war had just taken a turn for the worse. If only he could see her hands under the lacy cuffs… maybe as a game. She would know he was a Master, but it was the only way. And if he could befriend her… no need to fight. “… Is there something on the back of your hand?”

[parricidio]

Special as in, they wouldn't die as any other human would. Not only that, it would be quite difficult to defeat one, and since Lily is young, her regenerative abilities are faster than the others'. Though she wasn't a Baskerville from birth, the Baskervilles were her dear, beloved family -- that much was true. She announced her name with pride, wore her treasured robe with pride, the big smile never once leaving her face unless something had happened to wipe it right off.

Actually, people probably wouldn't be surprised if the young Baskerville were to hop right onto the Chain's back, considering how noticeably enormous it was. Though it seemed to have no solid shape at all, some parts of it flickering like a fire -- it was as if darkness clumped up together to take some sort of form, although Bandersnatch was very much solid -- as were his teeth.

Befriending or not, Lily wouldn't see a reason to fight him anyway -- though this would probably depend on her mood. Luckily for him, she was in a peaceful one now, so no fights would happen. 

Probably.

At his question, the girl's smile would seem to widen. With a giggle, she would raise her hand, proudly showing off the Command seals that had seemed to burn themselves into the back of her hand, though in a different way than this 'mark of the devil' that the villagers of Ebauche had forcefully placed onto the side of her face. Monster, monster, they would scream, chasing her out and blaming all sorts of misfortune on her -- which, unfortunately, was because she was around that bad things would happen -- such was an unwanted, unneeded power of a Baskerville.

" There is! I'm a Master! "

" I wonder if that makes Bandersnatch a Master by default, too?! "  Hastily, she would bend down to lift up one of the Chain's large paws, though pouting when there were no similar marks. Well, duh. " I guess not! Hey hey does this mean we're enemies? Does this mean I hav'ta kill you? Does it ? "

[parricidio]

-- bloody playtime .

[breast-sommelier-blog]

Her familiar was a strange one, but played its designated role as one should — overbearingly protective of their master, and fully prepared to rend flesh from bone if one tried to harm her. Battler couldn’t help but be wary of the creation, and until she accepted him as her servant, knew that any sudden moves could end badly for the both of them. To save them both the trouble, Battler made sure not to make any moves that might tempt her familiar into action.

If his master was a child, then not only to end this silly war, he’d fight to protect her and keep her safe. Battler could only imagine why the grail chose her to be his master, and under such circumstances, he wouldn’t abandon her, or anyone else, that presided over his contract. The sorcerer was quick to admit his bad luck with children, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t work on that now, did it?

Lowering himself, the sorcerer squatted and draped his arms lazily over his knees, fingers lazily curling into half balled fists as a goofy, energetic smile came to his lips.

“ Yeah, it means you’re a master. Jeeze, how did I get such a cute kid as a master, anyway? “

For their own safety, he couldn’t tell her his name, but only his class as a Servant. He wasn’t aware of she was able to keep other magi from probing her mind, and if they got hold of his true name, he knew their chances of survival were going to go down the drain awfully fast. No longer was he the boy who couldn’t even hold his own in a game of wits, but the man who earned his title as the endless sorcerer.

“ Ihihihi, of course we’re friends. Call me Caster, okay? “

[parricidio]

Though Bandersnatch may be aggressive, he usually wouldn't do anything without his owner's permission, and if he ever did, it would result in being lightly hit on the head and quite the scolding from the young Baskerville. And besides, right now, they seemed to have confirmed the fact that they were indeed partners in the war, and although Bandersnatch with still be alert and ready, it realized that there was no immediate danger and therefore sat down, directing its attention to the surrounding area.

In its own way, Battler and Lily were a good match. He was friendly towards her, and Lily, who held her friends and family very dear, liked Battler a lot already. With Battler agreeing to be her friend, the young Baskerville's smile would widen even further, delighted as tiny hands reached out to grab Battler's, if not only his index fingers. " Okay, Caster! Caster is my friend now! "

" Hey, a war means we have to kill people, right? I don't know what I want to wish for, but -- ! Are we going to kill lots and lots? Paint everything red? It'll be so much fun, right ~ ? "

If it wasn't obvious by now how twisted Lily's mindset was, then.. well, no -- it was obvious enough. A child as small as herself shouldn't be saying such things -- shouldn't even be thinking such gruesome things and yet, she hadn't so much blinked when she said it, smile as wide as it was before, not so much as a hint of sanity in her voice. At least, what a 'normal' human would consider 'sane'.

[parricidio]

-- bloody playtime .

[thisismytrueface-blog]

For now, both were in the dark as to the nature of the other. Good thing, too. Rorschach doubted his Servant would ever try to harm a child, and he was hesitant to use a Command Spell to force her hand. Nobody liked to hurt children. Not unless you were some sort of sadist. Which, thankfully, the vigilante was not.

At least someone was happy with this turn of events. Normally, no one would be able to see that “Dan” was Rorschach, and vice versa. It was a matter of privacy and safety. But in this case, the blonde didn’t seem like she was going to do anything hasty. Although she didn’t seem… all there.

“Because the people around here might not be as strong as… Bandersnatch.” Like the book? Interesting kid. “They’d come in groups to hurt strangers.” Or, if they were like some of the Servants and Masters he had seen, would murder an innocent without hesitation. Scum of the earth. Vermin that needed to be flushed out. Every city was infested. Even this one. This… Fuyuki.

“And everyone should have a few secrets.” That was why they were secrets.

[parricidio]

Lily may seem harmless at the moment, but.. if needed, if she thought it necessary, she would kill him without a second thought. But right now, he was a dear friend. And Lily held her friends and family very dear, so she wouldn't even think of hurting him right now! Or ever, for that matter, unless certain cirumstances arose. At the older male's answer, Lily would giggle, tiny hand reaching out to give her chain's back a good pat or two.

" Bandersnatch is plenty strong! And besides, I'm a Baskerville. The Baskervilles are special! "

Special, as in they wouldn't go down easy. Since Lily was young, her regenerative abilities were faster than the older Baskervilles -- for example, if she was shot in the head, she would be back on her feet in mere seconds. Little did he know that Lily would murder innocents without hesitation -- without even a thought, with a smile even. She had done it before, after all. Under orders by her master, being a Baskerville servant, she had massacred hundreds upon hundreds of innocent people with Bandersnatch at her side, and all it would mean to her would be nothing. Just orders to kill. No matter how one she were to kill would beg and beg at her feet to spare them, she would laugh it off and kill them, smiling the entire time.

" I guess so--! "

Lily had half a mind to ask what his secret could be, but secrets were secrets, and while she wouldn't know what it meant to trust someone any more than she knew what distrust meant, she wouldn't ask for it. There was a tall chance that he wouldn't tell her anyway!

[parricidio]

-- bloody playtime .

[nishi-joichiro-blog]

unfortunately, today he decided not to pay mind to those around him as he took a leisurely stroll through the city. after all, not many people willingly paid attention to trash.

it was still early, so he had nothing to worry about — except for those sounds that played out in the background. shortly after, an incoming object tugged at his peripheral vision, the speed of which caused it to be little more than a blur of metal and kinetic energy at work, and immediately, he knew that he had picked the wrong day to do groceries.

limbs reacted and tensed to the rush of adrenalin pumping through his veins, prompting the hunter to angle his upper body backward so to create a margin small enough to let the bullet travel harmlessly overhead and ricochet off the graffiti coated wall behind him. once it swiftly cut the air next to his ear, he spun on his heel and slowly craned his head to the side, gauging the amount of damage provoked by the missile.

well. wow. this surely was unexpected. he didn’t quite give the impression of a good samaritan went to spread love across the land, yet still he believed to have a right to his own piece of quiet; and being shot at, well, that just won’t fucking do! then again, at the same time, it just meant he might have to get his hands dirty. incisors lightly bit on the lining flesh of his lower lip as eyes tentatively followed the trajectory of the projectile back to its point of origin.

awwwww, how utterly and completely fucked cute!

digits idly flexed and stretched against the constricting material, sliding into the confines of his pockets. his shoulders lifted and fell in a shrug, and he simply shook his head in response. lowering himself to eye level with the girl in red, pale tiers curled into an accommodating smile, belying the true intents that his very soul, the rotten core of a homicidal, backstabbing bastard of his ilk housed within.

” That’s an awfully nasty looking doggy you’re carrying around, little Miss~! I would hope it doesn’t bite, but either way . . “

he didn’t have time to fool around with a stupid little girl and her equally lacking canine companion. however, to fire a gun so incautiously against an innocent passerby going about his business as himself was just, well. . deserving of the worst torture imaginable. plus, it couldn’t hurt to amuse himself a little at the other’s expense, now, could it?

” . . it won’t keep me from stomping its god damn face in until your pet looks worse than a squashed pile of dog shit. Gun or not, I’m afraid. “

[parricidio]

One word from the man was all she needed to know that she wouldn't like him one bit. Though he seemed to be misunderstanding the fact that she had only been playing with the gun and had not actually meant to shoot anyone since, after all, she thought that there had been nobody else around but herself at the time. Soft growls would begin to emanate from the Chain's throat, ears pricked and alert.

The growls would grow louder and louder with each word from the other, in which the young Baskerville's secure grip on its fur would loosen, blue eyes widening at the other's words. It wasn't the fact that he was threatening to bring harm to her beloved chain, since she could always just unsummon it if he ever managed to lay a finger on it, but.. well, okay. I lied. It was because he was threatening Bandersnatch. And that fact alone was enough to anger Lily.

But she wasn't angry. She simply stared at him in silence, wide-eyed. A few moments later, she would burst into small giggles, tiny hands crossing themselves over her stomach as she did. She wasn't laughing at him, per se. It was more of a laughing where the audience would laugh with a comedian telling jokes, and the young Baskerville's laughter was nothing more than innocent giggles.

" You're funny, mister! I like you! You'll be Lily's new friend, okay? "

[parricidio]

-- bloody playtime .

[thisismytrueface-blog]

Creepy mask? What was she… oh, she was talking about his face. He’d put it on after work: it was second nature now. In hindsight, that wasn’t very smart. But she was just a little girl. What harm could she do? So, with a little reluctance, Rorschach removed his face to expose what was underneath. A plain, red-headed man. Nothing special about the face. Average.

Still, the gun was worrying. She had just found it? Who was leaving guns next to young children? Facilitating underage violence. Next thing, gang wars. Unnecessary death. Had to be a plot. Probably another Master. But now, to deal with the child. Rorschach had no qualms about children, though. Maybe he could find her a place to stay, call home. Little kids shouldn’t be on the streets.

“Don’t like to talk much.” His voice was raspy and low, as if he hadn’t used it in years. “Never know who’s listening.” Eying the dog warily, Rorschach took a slight step back. “And I like it. My… mask.” It was his face. His face. But it wasn’t like the little girl would understand that. “Do you even know how to fire a gun properly?”

[parricidio]

What harm could she do?

If they ever came to have to fight each other, he would find out. Though it seemed that the dark chain next to her wasn't enough to tell him that she was a Master, she wouldn't know if he was a Master or not either, and therefore were speaking on friendly terms. Not that she minded, she liked making friends. 

Delighted that he revealed his face, small giggles would slip past the young Baskerville's lips, smile widening. Did that mean she earned his trust already? With these thoughts running through her mind, Lily would catch herself rocking on her heels with joy, though it was safe to say that she was a little too happy with this. 

Though with his next words telling her how cautious a man he was, Lily would place both hands on each of her sides.

" But why does it matter! If you're just talking to someone normally, s'not like they care! And if someone were listening in then Bandersnatch would be sure to bring me their head! " 

[parricidio]

-- bloody playtime .

[breast-sommelier-blog]

“ H-hey, you should be more careful with that! “

If there was one thing the man never thought he might say, it was starting a sentence with the words, ” back in my day. ” The concept of children who were able to procure guns and sling them around so easily was a joke, something he heard the elders in his family speak of as more of a comedic concept more than something that might actually happen. With such a grim subject, even he had a hard time admitting that he would’ve liked to see the looks on his parents faces when they were proven wrong two decades later.

By kids, of course, he meant those that hadn’t even hit puberty, such as the girl who just barely missed his head by an inch.

As the girl stumbled her way over to him, her familiar in stride, the adolescent found himself reluctant to confirm his thoughts. He knew why he was here, what his purpose was, and everything about the current time period, but was he really supposed to fight alongside a young girl? Death wasn’t just a slim possibility, but practically guaranteed unless the combatants were on the same page as master and servant.

But, if there was no choice but to do so, then he would simply have to fight to both procure victory and to keep this girl safe. Obvious goals, but acknowledged nonetheless. … He was hoping for something older and bustier, though. It was always easier to fight for something that had a bit of a bounce to it, y’know. Maybe in a few years, she’d be — stop it.

“ I’m fine, but why do you even have that thing to begin with!? You almost blew my head off.. ! “

He was exaggerating. It’s not like he had to worry about being killed by something like an ordinary bullet, now, right? Especially from a gun that his own master was toting around! 

[parricidio]

Ah, that man..

In a few seconds flat, the young Baskerville's partially concerned look would be replaced by a big, big grin, gun held tightly in hand though no longer beind held in a dangerous manner as she bounded over to the older male. The chain followed, though confused by why its master was acting in such an excited manner. Watching her reaction to seeing the other person, her chain resisted the urge to snap his head off, instead following obediently after Lily and watching closely.

That's right-- Lily normally wasn't armed in such a way, usually just running around with Bandersnatch whenever she had orders to kill -- and they were usually kill on sight orders, so the young girl was used to mercilesly and relentlessly murdering countless lives without so much as batting an eyelash -- not like she knew any better, though. Ironically, Lily herself was a servant of sorts, a Baskerville servant, that is. Though she didn't know if that title mattered anymore, she still wore her beloved Baskerville robe with pride. Though because the young Baskerville was contracted with a chain by the name of Bandersnatch, she usually never had any weapons on her person, though by chance she had happened to find a gun upon herself upon waking up, and claimed it as her own -- finders keepers, as most kids would say to keep whatever trinkets they happened to come upon outside of their home.

" Hey, hey -- ! "

Cheerfully a childish voice would call out, easily spotted by the red of her robe. The chain stood next to her, alert and ready -- it was safe to say that it was very protective of its master -- not in a possessive way, of course. Having spent lots of time together, they had a strong bond, and it would surely anger the chain if someone would dare to harm the young Baskerville, no matter what the reason.

Reaching out her arm, she would show to him the back of her hand, which now had the Command seals placed upon it. " This means I am a Master, right? And.. And you are my Servant! Who are you? My name is Lily! Lily Baskerville! " The child would ramble on in excitement, delighted to meet her partner so quickly. " That means you are Lily's new friend, right? "

[parricidio]

-- bloody playtime .

[thisismytrueface-blog]

His shift in the tailor’s shop was over now, the little money earned from this day safe in his coat. Not a word spoken to everyone. Just watching and observing the others. No potential Masters and Servants. Either they were good at hiding, or they didn’t need clothes repaired. Which meant no battles yet. At least he had something. Enough for food. Rorschach had left his sign back home. “Dan” had no need for it at work. It wasn’t as if the real Dan could say no to his name being used.

No danger had been expected. Well… no real danger. Without his face, no one knew who he was. No one would bother to attack. He was faceless. Classless. Just another of the millions of people in the city. Just another-

bang.

Gunshots all over. Some stray bullets heading towards him. Easily dodged. Who would target? Another Master and Servant? No… he’d been very careful. Even worn gloves today. He turned to see a little girl and her dog run up to him. Outlandish clothing. Large dog. Mind wandering to another little girl. Two other dogs. A squalid, dark little house… but now wasn’t the time.

The redhead nodded. He was fine, fine. Just to make sure it had gotten through to the child, he gave the thumbs up. The universal symbol of everything is alright. Taking out a newly sharpened pencil and scrap of paper, Rorschach scribbled on the paper before holding it up before the little girl’s eyes.

[Little girls shouldn’t be playing with guns. Who gave that to you?]

[parricidio]

The head nodding had been enough, but the thumbs up confirmed it better! Good thing Lily had a tight hold on Bandersnatch, for he was just about ready to snatch up just about anyone and.. eat them. Though with Lily pulling at his fur and giving him a bonk on the head or two, the chain would let out a small whine before sitting down, though it's tail was definitely not wagging.

Frustrated at not being able to properly read the piece of paper shown to her, the young Baskerville would snatch it from his hands, holding it up for herself to read before grinning, holding up the revolver for him to take a good look at. " I found it! When I woke up, it was right there, so I took it, and it's all mine now! " Then for a moment she would grow quiet, smiling face turning into a curious one, blue eyes widening. 

" Saaay, mister! Why aren't you speaking? Why do you wear such a creepy mask?  It's scary, so scary! "

One would call this rude. Though Lily Baskerville wouldn't realize such a thing, and therefore would continue her endless questioning. 

[parricidio]

-- bloody playtime .

[possessives-blog]

This dumbass.

It was already bad enough that Yuno was forcefully taken into a location without the knowledge of where her dear Yukki was, but now she was stuck with unfamiliar faces whom she had decided not to trust since she had awoke. And with a bullet having to fly by, just barely doing enough to feel the heat graze past her cheek?

Yuno had already felt a sudden rush to show that girl how to properly use a gun.

She had already dealt with a child younger than the young ginger haired girl just a distance away from her. Ones that were much more intelligent and were capable of actually being dangerous without openly showing it. Which was a surprise for Yuno all it’s own, but still lead to the ultimate downfall for the youngest Diary Holder.

“A-Ah…” Her voice shook, with Yuno forcing herself not to immediately grab hold of a nearby weapon and brutally harm this poor girl with absolutely no hesitation.

In fact, it was possibly the most difficult for her to do since arriving.

If she were to be harmed just due to this little girl not being able to take correct aim, or simply because she thought of this as all fun and games, then there would be absolutely nothing that could hold her back. With her mind already making up cruel and awful intentions, she needed to push all of those into the back of her mind for the time being in order to keep a good grip on the little sanity she had left.

“I’m just fine.”

“But what are you doing playing around with something so dangerous? You could have hurt someone.”

[parricidio]

A short sigh of relief to see that they were alright, the little girl would stop in front of the older female, head tilted backwards to see her properly. Lily held onto Bandersnatch's fur with her free hand, keeping him from turning Yuno to dog food -- though Lily would see Yuno as just some kind girl, Bandersnatch obviously knew something was up. 

" But.. this is a game, isn't it? Games are for playing! "

" You only have fun if you participate, right? Right? "

It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt. 

It's all fun and games until someone gets killed.

A tiny hand reached up, a friendly gesture to someone who held such violent thoughts towards the young girl, though secretly hidden away. Innocently she would smile wide, speaking in an excited, fast voice. " My name is Lily! Who are you, miss? Are you playing, too? Are we gonna become allies? Partners? Friends?! Any of those would be really great! "

[parricidio]

-- bloody playtime .

" Mmn.. "

The girl stirred, wrapped up in a small little ball with that baskerville cloak of hers.  Though soon enough, the young girl would wake up, tiny hands raising to rub the  remaining sleepiness out of her eyes, then jumping up to her feet, alert, as soon as her eyes flew wide open. " Ah! " As soon as she did, information would seem to force its way into her mind all at once, leaving her with a headache that lasted little more than a few seconds before she took a little time sorting all that out. 

In a few moments, a dark figure would step out of seemingly nowhere before materializing into a large dog, standing patiently at the young baskerville's side.

" Bandersnatch, look! " The girl would speak to this little pet, gesturing towards nowhere in particular. " This is a playground! Just for us! " In response, the chain's tail would begin to swish back and forth, tongue hanging out of it's large mouth as it panted, revealing large, sharp teeth that would definitely leave someone with a nasty wound if bitten.

With no regards to the potential thought of putting herself in danger whatsoever, Lily would pull out the revolver she had found within her coat and, lifting it up with a wide, innocent grin..

bang.

Repeatedly, she would shoot in random directions, until--

" Oh! " It was close, but not a hit -- gladly. She seemed to have surprised someone, maybe a bullet whizzed by them? Due to her recklessness, it wouldn't be surprising. But the girl would quickly stumble over to them, Bandersnatch by her side. " Are you okay?! "