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Post by Enso on Sept 23, 2017 1:39:45 GMT
LOCATION UNKNOWN
EVENING
Fog descends over Japan. The world stays silent and complacent in this, permitting itself the pleasure of being wrapped in a screen of milky silver. There was no moon to illuminate the paths consumed by this mist, no reflected light to penetrate the sheets of condensed vapors. To roam the streets at this hour spelled the potential for getting irrefutably lost, or perhaps even worse.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Patent leather shoes click softly, quietly, with every step that presses against the sidewalk, indicating a degree of caution was being exercised. Did the wearer wish not to be spotted?
The presence of a leopard print blazer and charcoal black dress slacks, combined with an alert body posture, suggested the exact opposite. Maybe this strange figure was actually expecting company?
The pale man approaches a railing and gently grasps the metal bar as the golden ring slipped over his third finger lets off an audible ping. From its setting, a cut ruby shimmers like a crimson star beneath the street lamp's iridescent orange glow.
He sighs, fully comfortable and well at home in this environment of mystery and unease.
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Post by xiii on Sept 24, 2017 0:20:56 GMT
The well dressed man was quite some distance from the only other figure in this night. At other end of the street, another figure approached, frolicking in the foggy night as if nothing could ever harm them. There was no caution, no discretion, and no attempt to remain hidden. This figure, female and delicate, would stop and spin around each streetlight post she came across. Maybe she was one of the lost?
No, unfortunately not.
The light would shine down upon her - dressed in all black, a large sweatshirt with a depiction of Baphomet upon it, and a pair of darkened jeans. As she came out of the darkness, and closer, and closer, she could be heard humming. The tune was childish. Unknown, even, probably made it up herself. It was similar to that of a music box, or a carousal at a carnival.
Finally stopping, only a few inches from the man, she lazily hung over the railing. They were opposites, both in mannerism and dress. "Hey, wassup bro?" The petite girl went for something in her pocket, "We got, uh, a few problems. Hehehehe." She broke out into laughter, holding out her hand to his, "Problems are so fun, right? I love getting rid of them!" Opening her palm, she would reveal the object to the man she had labeled as a sibling.
"I took care of one myself. Haha, knocked on his door, and stabbed 'em right in the throat!" The girl laughed, finding humor in the events that unfolded.
As the moonlight shined upon her hand, it would reveal a set of eyeballs - removed from the head cleanly.
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Post by Enso on Sept 24, 2017 3:27:43 GMT
A girl's humming, broken and off-pitch penetrates the stillness of the Japanese waterfront, but produces no reaction from the affluent-looking man by the railing, even as the child with curly blonde hair skipped closer. No introductions or greetings were needed, for the two were already well acquainted with one another.
It is when she addresses him so casually that he lets out a quiet but sharp snort of annoyance from flared nostrils. Pale, slender fingers grasped the metal bars firmly, the polished red gemstone of his ring glimmering furiously in the mist as though it were a conduit for the emotions the man's own face refused to display in her presence.
Eyes, freshly harvested from their previous owner, are produced from the girl's pocket so that they may be shown to him. Almost condescendingly, the well-dressed man stares at the glistening organs in her grasp, focused intently on their ugly brown color in comparison to his own, which had often been likened to the finest merlot.
"It truly is ironic, isn't it?" The question was rhetorical. Without hesitation, the man gently takes one of the eyeballs from the giggling child, fondling it with a soft touch as he observed its features with an expression of placid fascination. "These can perceive anything and everything they fall upon, and are even capable of detection far beyond the sensory realm."
A morbid smirk then takes shape. "Yet, the one thing these failed to see, was the end." Softly, the man chuckles, certain his younger speaking partner would appreciate the humor of his pseudo-philosophical musings.
Without concern for her thoughts or the inevitable reaction that would follow, the man tosses the eyeball over the railing with a flick of his wrist, waiting to hear the distinctive plop of an ocular organ dropping into the water before he moved on.
"This is not a situation that I neglected to plan for. Truth be told, I had earlier suspicions that this would occur," he reveals to the child, speaking to her like he would any adult of his age or older. "Perhaps a more extreme form of... 'discipline' will be required?"
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Post by xiii on Sept 25, 2017 1:41:50 GMT
Plop.
The young teenager's own golden eyes widened as one of her prizes went careening down off the bridge and into the dirty water. A shame, but its not like it was valuable. There were better organs in this world to collect, and like, these were to her as duplicate cards would be to a Digi-Modify collector.
"Haha, yeah, he really never saw it coming." The rest of the mans body was...well...rather displaced. It certainly would give the police something to do for a while. Each part was in a different location, and they'd have a hell of a time finding any DNA. The murderer wasn't exactly sloppy with covering her tracks, and even went far enough to burn her fingerprints off with sulfuric acid some time ago.
"I've been waiting for it, myself." The unnerving female gave a bit more serious tone, as if her personality had entirely changed for the moment. "It is nothing we can't handle. I mean, they've been trailing us for months, but we always fuck them over right when they're about to get close." Hypnos. They've truly been making fools of the organization. Not even the best detectives could track the pair of deranged psychopaths down. Taking their eyes was a personal irony - the organization that had eyes everywhere would have a literal meaning.
"We finally get to have some fun. Oh, my dear brother, we are going to have just so much fun." She stood upright, then leaning back in a playful manner. As she spoke, the moonlight shined down upon her pointed canines and deranged smile. "It's all ready, then? I can't wait to paint this town red!" The girl exclaimed, returning to her previous eccentric persona.
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