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Tweak says, "meow meow meow meow!"

wantedthedevil (wantedthedevil) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2012-06-04 00:09:00

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lucifer, meg

WHO: Lucifer & Meg
WHAT: Testing the limits of Lucifer's behavior regulations. AKA Fun with the Locals!
WHEN: June 3rd; Evening
WHERE: The Colligo Streets
RATING: R (for physical torture)
STATUS: In Progress

Lucifer hadn't realized just how boring behaving could really be until he'd gotten a taste of his old behavior with the arrival of Meg. She wasn't under the same restrictions that he was, and that had allowed her to freedom to put her skills to use. He'd been so proud when he'd first heard Barton's whimpering voice on the network, the delightful sound of labored breathing, the whimpers and incoherent babbling of a figure who had been so wholly broken, the lamentation of a man who was truly wishing for death in that moment. She had done well, and even as he seemed to be trying to cover up what damage she had done with a thin veneer of humor and sanity, it was so clear that she had left a lasting impression, one that that man wouldn't be able to shake for the rest of his days.

And even as delighted it had left Lucifer, it had also made him long for the moments when he was free to do just that, so when Meg suggested testing just how stringent the rules that had been put into place for him were, he was more than happy to give it a shot.

Tracking down locals to spook hadn't been the difficult part. Even late into the night, they seemed to be milling back and forth on the streets without any care about the dangers that could pounce upon them without warning. But all the better for them, really, and as Lucifer slipped in behind an unsuspecting blond co-ed, leaning forward with a smirk on his features and whispered, "Run. Run, and you might make it through the night," and watched with utter delight as she turned, stared at him with wide eyes, and took off, he couldn't help the thrill that leaped in his chest.

God, it was good to be back in the game.

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evilbitch
2012-06-04 05:41 am UTC (link)

Although Meg knew her answer to the question, she pretended to consider her options for several long seconds. Not because she wanted to keep Lucifer waiting. Never, not ever, would she dare to do such a thing... except, of course, for moments like this. Because she knew that the longer she hesitated before answering, the more terrified the girl pinned to the wall was going to become. After all, one of the very first things you learned when you were in Hell and on that rack, it was that the anticipation was far worse than whatever was going to happen. And even if the co-ed wasn't exactly special enough to really deserve the attention she was receiving from them, the fact was that she was the same as every other who had been tortured by Hell's finest since the beginning. Which meant that her own imagination would, ultimately, cause her just as much duress as anything that might happen to her.

Finally, though, when the girl looked as though she was about to burst from terror, Meg spoke up.

"I say we mix it up," she said simply, flashing the blonde a positively lethal sort of smile. Reaching out, she slowly ran a fingertip down the girl's cheek, then her throat, and finally pulled her hand away just shy of her heaving chest. Glancing over at Lucifer, she added, "Not that I'm not all for the classics, but there's nothing quite like keeping them guessing. Makes the anticipation so much sweeter."

Her eyes flashed black once more as she turned back to their victim and smiled yet again. "What do you say, princess?" she murmured with a slight tilt of her head as though she actually cared what the bitch thought. "You up to having a bit of fun with us?"

It was then, and only then, that Meg pulled her large hunting knife from the sheath at the small of her back and held up within the girl's line of sight. As the co-ed began struggling even harder in an attempt to get away, Meg laughed lowly. "Oh," she drawled, "please. Wriggle around some more. I just love it when you squirm. Makes me think of all sorts of fun we could have..."

And yes, Meg was well aware that she wasn't going to be doing as much of the torturing as Lucifer was. After all, this was a test of his limits. She, clearly, had none. However, their victim didn't know that and, well, what she didn't know but thought she did really would hurt her in more ways than one.

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wantedthedevil
2012-06-04 06:25 am UTC (link)

Mixing it up, keeping it creative, it was a good choice to make when the old standards might very well fail him. Lucifer had already settled on an assumption, that if he left the girl in relatively standard working order before letting Meg take over that he would be able to get off without getting into too much trouble. He knew it was murder that would end with him getting wiped from this existence, but he had no reason to want this little one dead. She was just a plaything to sate the itch that had surfaced once again. "Awww, sweetie. Does the big knife scare you?" Lucifer asked, his tone taunting and condescending at the same time. "It really shouldn't. A clean cut hurts a hell of a lot less than a jagged one," Lucifer said with a playful lilt as he glanced about the alley around them.

Using the environment to his advantage wasn't something that Lucifer was used to doing when he didn't have any physical limitations placed upon him. But even without those, he had to adapt. Relaxing his grip even so slightly on the woman, giving her even more room to try and get away without really being capable of doing so. Bending down and picking up a rusty nail from where it had been discarded, likely from a building crew passing through or some renovations in a nearby building, Lucifer twirled it in his fingers before glancing back up at the blonde with a wicked grin.

"I hope you've had your tetanus shot," He said before jamming the nail into her cheek.

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