#dishonoredknife

[righthandknife]

@dishonoredknife || Starter Call

For such a well traveled building, The Broken Butterfly was almost clinically pristine. Unfortunately, this meant there wasn't a lot of places for her to skulk around it from the inside, and she didn't have foresight to help her for some reason- Why was Displace the only thing that worked?

Regardless, she couldn't stay inside, she needed to find another way into the other rooms. Always better operating under the assumption that the people within the building wanted her dead then let her guard down.

So around the back it was, displacing up onto a few balconies and peering into the windows, and then vanishing again a moment later back to the floor... That was until she spotted him, and something in her snapped.

It's him... or at least someone wearing his face. It had to be someone wearing his face- This man was DEAD, how in the world was he standing here flesh and blood and breathing?

Her justice gets the better of her, and she displaces into the room directly behind him, attempting to throw her arms around his neck in a chokehold- Her weapons are useless otherwise.

[daxned]

@dishonoredknife from this

He knows what she means, and she knows he knows.

"It isn't that I am interested," She lingers quietly, then says, "It is painful to watch, is all." To her, it's as simple as going up to someone and telling them you like the person. There's nothing complicated about it. Yet, it's odd. People found it the most difficult thing to do. Telling someone how they feel about another.

She doesn't really have the right to judge. She didn't know anything about that.

"Maybe I am curious just a little bit."

[butterfly-hurricane]

@lanshiang

One week.

Ada stood outside the clinic she was directed to, wearing a long tan trenchcoat, simple black pumps, black gloves, black sunglasses with rounded rectangular frames that obscured most of her features, and a red scarf over her hair. An earbud rested underneath, her operator listening through.

Ada walked into the clinic, scanning for her contacts for this unusual arrangement: Carla- whom she resolved to refer to as 'Ada' until something else could be figured out, and her bodyguard, Daud.

Once she saw them, she cleared the entry way, and took off her glasses to hook over her lapel, and slid the scarf down around her neck, and tucked into her coat.

"I'm here," she says, adjusting the wrist of her glove, "Let's take a look."

[headlesshydra]

@dishonoredknife || Starter Call

"You certainly look a lot happier. Something good happen recently?" She hums, swiveling a glass of whiskey in her hand before tossing a dulcet coin to the bartender. There's a cigarette pinched between her knuckles, finally getting some time to relax after working all day.

Too energized to go home and sleep yet, though, so she'll drink and smoke until she's buzzed... She might be here a while.

"Haven't seen you since the situation with Candy the other day, you ever catch that centipede?"

[raudrraven]

@dishonoredknife

"So, you've been learning magic with Enki?"

Henry's head pops up behind Daud's shoulder when he's seated, hovering a bit until he can tell he has Daud's attention and he can dance around in front of him.

He had discarded his cape for the time being, swaying back and forth a bit as he seems to consider what he wants to say.

"Did he tell you anything really interesting? It's been slow going with our lessons. I thought you didn't really do magic?"

[allcapsisola]

REVENGE IS A VOID. THE RELIEF IT BRINGS IS TEMPORARY, IT'S NEVER GOING TO REPLACE WHAT IS LOST.

DEATH IS AN UNEQUAL PAYMENT FOR LIFE. A VOID ALWAYS HUNGERS.

- Daud ( @dishonoredknife )

[witchbxttles]

the waterfront is calm, for once. quiet cycles of the liquid's flow lends itself well to thought, and to considerations of a simmering anger that boiled over every so often, staining his surroundings with a pitfall of blood. stars reflect off the expanse, and all that can be recalled is his time in the wonders of the castle, looking through telescopes and studying the patterns that could be found in the fabric of the sky, the bright glimmer in someone's eye that he could draw a thousand constellations from each and every time he showed something new.

it is for all and more that he must carry out what he has set out to do, this water would not stay calm and blue for much longer, should he have his way. he already has, and a fair share of it, and out of this salt would come thick, cloying crimson, enough to fill the basin it inhabited and flesh to replace the sand and stones underneath his boots.

the air is sharp, crisp and clear. it's what causes him to glance only once without turning his head, a shift of the composition within. therein lies a presence behind, strange and unfamiliar and not entirely natural.

“ i do not care for humans and their challenges. ”

@dishonoredknife liked for a starter.

[abladereforged]

4 D for Daud LMAO

One Daud coming right up :)