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[LORD] Tyki Mikk (noahism) wrote in marinanova,
@ 2015-03-30 08:53:00

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[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)

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	noahism 2015-04-04 04:13 am UTC (link)
	[He squeezes her elbow and goes to grab her throat. Her claws will connect but they won't puncture, on account of the dark matter - he phases shortly after.] We can dance like this all night, Kitty. We will stalemate again and again. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

kitty_has_claws
2015-04-05 03:09 pm UTC (link)

[His fingers manage to find a hold on her throat—as she tries to make her claws work against the dark matter. It's only when he phases that she does too and not a moment too soon. Much longer and she might have lost the ability to concentrate enough to phase.

She doesn't worry about the bruise marks his fingers no doubt left, only about his words. He's right. They're both untouchable when they want to be. They can try to wear each other down. Maybe one of them will get lucky. Maybe his extra powers will give him the advantage, maybe her passion to protect others will give it to her.

Or maybe everything about seeking him out here was just pointless. She has to stop thinking of Tyki as her problem to solve. She already knows how to take him down. It's teamwork. That's never going to work if she's so afraid of losing another team that she doesn't let them get off the bench.]

And here I thought you liked dancing with me. [Her voice comes out a little rough.] But if you're thinking I've wasted enough time on you, you're probably right.

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noahism
2015-04-08 04:45 am UTC (link)

I did. But Kitty, my world doesn't revolve around you. I'm sorry to break that to you.

[He sighs, stepping back whilst phased to shrug in the most casual of ways; they will butt heads again and again, thwarting one another with their own one unique (yet shared) specialty so he acts loose rather than get caught up in that agitation. He even instead starts patting his pockets for his cigarettes, though they remain feet away atop the poor piano.]

And as flattering as it is that you continue to think it does, I think you're getting a little self absorbed. This had nothing to do with you personally. You're here on impulse, but is that wise? For a leader, this is.

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kitty_has_claws
2015-04-09 03:14 am UTC (link)

[Her teeth set a little more firmly as she watches him demonstrate his boredom during the fight. There's a flare of anger at the nonchalance as well as him questioning her leadership. Right or not it really makes her want a clean shot at him. But that's the problem, isn't it? There is no clean shot. Unless he really did want to die this is a stalemate for now, so she pushes down that anger. She can channel it into looking for ways that will stop him—permanently, but this isn't it. At best all she's doing now is babysitting him so there isn't a second victim. That's not nothing, but for the moment it feels like her time and energy might be better spent elsewhere.

For a leader, that is.

There's no great response for any of what he said and her voice might betray her emotion, so instead of speaking with words she'll do so with actions, pulling back to head out the nearest wall. If he follows, well, she'll deal with that.

But why should he? His world doesn't revolve around her.]

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noahism
2015-04-09 05:09 am UTC (link)

[He's surprised by this, frankly. Goading her on only to yet again push her away - it's not the first time he's seen her back turned to him and it makes his lips split apart in a wicked grin. Just like he can't hurt her she can't do a thing to stop him and so he's so... pleased with that. Pleased with everything this night has given him, most especially the rush in his blood he hasn't felt in so long.

So good is the after glow of murder that he doesn't mind seeing her go. Letting her go.

He just laughs, loud and clear, turning back to the gouged piano to sit back down. See if any of the keys will still play.]

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