[LORD] Tyki Mikk (noahism) wrote in marinanova, @ 2015-03-30 08:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | kitty pryde (aoa), tyki mikk |
[317] open action
[Things happen in threes. It's the way of the world, somehow. The Holy Trinity is a fine example, ironic considering the tone of the night for one Tyki Mikk. But three has always been a number he's fond of, so he obeys the rule this wicked night. The scent of blood is strong and it's everywhere, caked underneath his nails and staining his skin, flecked across his face and even soaked into the cigarette he's lighting in the darkness of the Devil's Compass. His floors haven't been this ruined since he and Road bled Cross into the floorboards of their home. The human body bleeds so, so much.
There are a few things he needs to get to while the blood drips and settles, dries dark into the wood to stain it one of his favorite shades. Without cleaning up in the slightest he goes to work, walking silently through the dome to leave his trinity behind. His eyes glow amber gold, the look behind them madder with each step.
One, with blood spilt and collected he writes an assortment of messages on walls he passes. "Psalm 55:11, Psalms 7:15, Job 10:21, Psalm 3:6. 'Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth' being the last, scrawled in blood along the outer wall of the church. The last are left on the wall inside the Devil's Compass, scrawled almost contemplatively: The heart is more deceitful than all else And is desperately sick; Who can understand it? Lines below it; And when the devil had ended every temptation, he departed from him until an opportune time.
Two, whilst walking he has doubled his purpose by bringing along the dripping remains of Ianto in pieces. One sinewy arm hacked off and left upon Jack's doorstep, a glistening heart for the step of the Defense Force's HQ and many other pieces scattered without rhyme or rhythm across gardens and greenery. He doesn't care who sees, who finds. Road would really be proud.
And three, he retires to the church for the evening's last few minutes before an artificial sun begins to rise. Trails of red left by his fingers dragging along the walls and pews, a husk of a corpse left to lay on the floor of the Devil's Compass, Tyki feels sated, satisfied as he sits upon the bench of the piano and cracks his stained knuckles. He puts his fingers to the keys to play for the remainder of his time before they come.]
(ooc: phone posting ATM but may edit later, however this is more a post for people pursuing Tyki as well as a note of what he left around the dome. Feel free to see... Or find things! Pm, plurk or leave me hmd notes if you have questions and ill get back to you ASAP)