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Tweak says, "Mr Crossbow is not your friend"

The Great Glorificus hates you all. (tickfrickintock) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-06-02 06:21:00

Entry tags:

glory, john gilbert

WHO: John Gilbert and Glory
WHAT: A random run-in yields tragic results.
WHEN: Mid-morning.
WHERE: The park
RATING: PGish (mildly disturbing imagery and a few naughty words)
STATUS: COMPLETE

Glory was not having a good day. She still couldn't find her Key, the brains she'd been eating just weren't sustaining her like they had in the other reality she'd been trapped in before this one, and she had even broken the heel on her favorite pair of stilettos thanks to one of her stupid, scabby minions causing her to lose her temper before she'd even had her first brain for the day. In short, the Hell God was in quite a mood as she made her way to a section of the city she'd yet to visit in the hopes of finding a decent meal for a change and maybe, just maybe, a clue to where her Key was hiding.

The park wasn't overly busy this time of day as it was past time for most people to be at work yet before lunchtime. However there were enough that Glory could take her pick of potential meals as she meandered down one of the pathways. So she didn't just grab the first person she spotted but instead bid her time for a little while in the search of someone who might prove more filling than her earlier meals had been. Then, just before she reached a fork in the path where she would have to decide between venturing back into the woods or out of the park, she finally spotted someone with potential.

A non-local - she could just tell by looking at him that he definitely wasn't a Colligo native - stood a much better chance of knowing something about her Key, which meant no matter what this guy was going to talk to her. However with any luck he would turn out to be a real person and not one of the pre-programmed pod people that made up the majority of the city. If he were real, in that sense at least, the meal would last as long as it was supposed to. Which meant dear old Ben would stay trapped for that much longer and give her even more of an opportunity to locate her Key and blow out the walls of reality for an one-way ticket back home.

Her target in sight, there was a confidence in her step as she made her way directly toward him. She had a slight smile on her face, eyes shining with the faintest touches of insanity. "Hey you," she said as she drew closer. When another man turned toward her and began to smile, she rolled her eyes. "Not you," she groused, shoving him out of her way. As he sailed through the air a good twenty feet or so, Glory reached the man she had been speaking to originally. She stopped directly in front of him, looking him up and down slowly. Her lips twisted into a positively dangerous smirk as she finally met his gaze.

"You're not from around here, are ya?"

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ilostmyway
2011-06-02 01:01 pm UTC (link)

Eat his brain. Eat his brain. John barely had time to really process that statement before there was a sudden searing brain inside his head, an agony that even dying hadn't brought in his before, and he was gritting his teeth together not to cry out. He was determined not to give her the satisfaction, to refuse to provide her with any delight in his torture, to deny her... what, exactly? As suddenly as it had set on, the pain was gone. Along with everything else. All of his worries, his fears, his pains, everything that had been set upon him when he'd entered the park was gone, and his mind was a blissful dull blank.

Of course, it was also void of everything else that could have made him who he was or even provided him with the capability to interact with the world around him to any coherent degree. The most complex thought he could manage at the moment was a babbled string of two words before everything fell apart, and he was left empty again.

Not that there was anything wrong with that. Nope. As far as he was concerned right now, this was the way it was, the way it had been, and the way it always would be.

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tickfrickintock
2011-06-02 01:10 pm UTC (link)

Draining every last wonderful ounce of sanity from the man's head had certainly helped to lighten Glory's mood. When she was done she pulled her hands out sharply and took a step back, a positively brilliant smile upon her face. "There," she all but cooed, patting his cheek in an almost motherly way. "That's much better. Now sit."

She snapped her fingers and pointed to the nearest park bench. "And stay," she commanded. "Someone will come collect you soon enough."

Normally, of course, Glory could care less what happened to someone after she'd fed from them. They were little more than walking shells by the time she was finished and, short of being able to use them to see the Key in human form, they weren't good for much of anything beyond taking up space. However, this man wasn't a local here and was, in fact, the first non-local she'd fed on. So while she personally didn't give a damn if he ran out to play in traffic, she wanted to at least try to keep him alive long enough to serve as a living example to the others.

Not that she stuck around to make sure he followed her orders. No, with renewed energy allowing her full dominance over her human prison, she had far more important things to do. Like find her Key and get the hell out of here.

So with a slight waggle of her fingers to say goodbye, she began to make her way out of the park and back to where she was staying. It was time to send a little message to the do-gooders in this city. Both figuratively and literally.

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