[Closed RP] a hunting we will go...

[red-eyed-l.livejournal.com]

Hogwarts and all its magic was good, but it compared little to actual flesh and blood. And what a delightful surprise, there was someone who was rather eager to kill.

Beyond and Johnny C had planned to go into town and murder people. With a broomstick flight as well.

It was close to midnight when Beyond stood on the outskirts of Hogwarts, trying to determine exactly where the no-kill rule ended.

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[red-eyed-l.livejournal.com]

Beyond looked carefully at each weapon. He selected two knives that he placed in the back of his pants, a handful of skewers-useful for gouging out eyes- and one of the hammers.

"I think this will satisfy me. There are also weapons that could be picked up." Nothing's more fun than whacking the shit out of someone with a garbage can lid.

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

"Always," Nny agreed with a laugh. He was bristling with weapons already; the backpack he zipped shut and slung back onto his shoulders was merely extras.

After all, knives tended to get left behind.

"The bar's this way," he said, setting out for it.

[red-eyed-l.livejournal.com]

Ah, the knives were rubbing against his back, he could feel it. He wouldn't be surprised if they nicked him and he bled with his victims.

Beyond smiled as he played with the hammer in his hand, walking, ready to swing at someone.

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

Nny held his lightsaber, ready to turn it on an slice. It was as much fun to show off as it was to use.

They heard the bar before they saw it. Nny lead them up a vile-smelling alley (the alley that, what seemed like so long ago, had been the site of Devi's first and only kill) to right next to the door.

"After you," he said magnanimously.

[red-eyed-l.livejournal.com]

Beyond slid the hammer up his sleeve, snuck into the bar, and brought out a drunk, who was under the impression that he was the taxi driver to take him home.

He never saw the lump in Beyond's sleeve. Nor did he see the lump slide out or Beyond swing.

The hammer lands, claw side in, and the drunk stumbled.

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

Nny barely suppressed a giggle. "It's a start, a start, he said. "But I had something flashier in mind."

He sprang through the door into the bar, a knife dropping into his hand from his sleeve. He flung the knife, catching the bartender in the throat, and turned on his lightsaber at the same time.

"Feel free to panic," he announced to the room at large. "It won't help."

[red-eyed-l.livejournal.com]

"Well, we must leave some sort of sign, advertising what we are," he noted, prying the hammer out. He entered, picking up a knife on a table, stabbing a patron through the hand. That lucky patron would get to see the entire spectacle before expiring.

He kicked another down, pulling out one of his knives (and drawing blood, he was right) and striking in the chest.

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

Nny was already whirling and spinning, getting into the zone, lightsaber flickering as he relieved various terrified individuals of their body parts. It was a good thing his boots had good traction; the floor was getting slippery fast.

[red-eyed-l.livejournal.com]

And here it becomes more evident the differences between Johnny C and Beyond Birthday.

While Nny was speedier, more mass murderer quality, Beyond was more individualized, intend on doing different things to each person.

He's stabbed in the chest, she was sliced across the neck by a piece of glass, his leg clumsily chopped off.

Looking at a terrified patron, he broke a dish and ground the pieces in his eyes.

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

While varying his approach for each target was a tactic Nny frequently used as well, the lightsaber was just too much fun. With one swing, he decapitated three men, and cut off the top of the head of a woman right behind them. Now, that was fun! Giggling, he leapt up onto a table, surveying the room, picking out his next target.

[red-eyed-l.livejournal.com]

Well, we can't all have lightsabers.

Beyond climbed up on to the bar, noticing the bartender was still twitching. He leapt down, breaking some bones in his body. He walked back out and kicked some more before stabbing them in various spots with skewers.

Interesting, the young man with the fork in his hand was struggling to get the fork out. Not happening, Beyond dug deep and it's stuck in the table.

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

As delightful as the lightsaber was to use, eventually the solid thunk of metal on bone is what you really need.

Deactivating and sheathing it, Nny pulled a hammer from his waistband as he leapt from the table, hitting a guy squarely in the chest with both feet. While stomping the man's face in with his heavy steel-toed boots, bringing the hammer down squarely on the head of the screaming woman next to him.

[red-eyed-l.livejournal.com]

Much like the man Beyond was supposed to become, Beyond wore worn out sneakers, and only when necessary. All the blood was so tempting, he couldn't resist.

Beyond took off his shoes so he can stain his feet with blood.

He pulled out the other knife and stabbed two people at once, not really noting where.

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

Nny would have winced a little at that; blood was a necessary evil to him, not something to literally bathe in. But he was delightfully distracted, concentrating on the lovely crackle of skulls under his hammer, and pulling his new screwdriver from his pocket; time to 'christen' it.

[red-eyed-l.livejournal.com]

He liked blood. His, A's, some random strangers, it did not matter.

"A screwdriver? Interesting choice." He picked up a barstool, and threw hard, bowling over a few who attempted to escape.

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

"Got it as a sorting bribe." Laughing, he swung it, catching one of the last people standing in the eye and twisting it. "I meant to sharpen it, oh well."

[red-eyed-l.livejournal.com]

"Then it makes more sense. Johnny, I do believe we have only this one left," he gestured to the witness, shaking in his seat.

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

"Well, we don't want to be wasteful." Laughing shrilly, Nny used the screwdriver to skewer the man's other hand, jamming into the table with brute force. Pulling out a small knife, Nny started slicing at the man's face, pulling the skin free.

[red-eyed-l.livejournal.com]

While Nny worked on the face, Beyond concentrated on the legs. Taking one leg, he twisted hard to break it at the knee. Not enough to break skin, but he would still bleed inside.

Beyond already knew that was ineffective, nevertheless, he's quite fond of it.

He did the same to the other leg, then reached for the knives and began carving letters in the man's chest.

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

After stripping the skin off their subject's face (the screams had changed noticeably when he'd peeled off his cheeks), Nny started on the scalp. That part certainly bled a lot, trickling down his neck and drenching his shirt. Almost as an afterthought, Nny stabbed out the man's eyes.

[red-eyed-l.livejournal.com]

Difficult, perhaps, but he managed to carve 'verrues de porc' in the chest. He liked leaving clues, but they would have to find a French speaker, and even then, unless they knew about the magical world, 'Warts of pig'-the closest he could translate 'Hogwarts'-would not mean anything.

He broke the salt cellar and began driving the pieces of glass under his nails.

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

Nny was being more basic; he'd moved on to peeling the skin off the man's back, whistling as he did so.

"We could set him on fire," he said idly.

No, he didn't know about Beyond's history with fire.

[red-eyed-l.livejournal.com]

Didn't matter. The idea was good, but...

"And waste such beautiful flames on a dead person? No, if we are to burn someone, it must be a living one. The screams...so beautiful." He should know, he's made screams of his own.

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

"We can find someone, if you like. Cap off the evening with something shiny." He grinned widely at that. Explosions were more his usual style than flames, but variety was good.

[red-eyed-l.livejournal.com]

"Perfect."

He dug around behind the bar, confiscating two lighters and two bottles of vodka, just in case one broke.