[EVENT] Lavender's Blue [open]

[snowblindmods]

Characters: anyone and everyone
Location all around town
Date: Night 180
Summary: Kill the sinners or run for your lives.
Warnings: Horror, potential gore and death. Please note more specific warnings in subject lines!

close we will live, dilly dilly
and when we die
both in one grave, dilly dilly
close we will lie

Comments

cw: gore

[headjacked]

[ Rhys only has the one arm and has to, absolutely has to use it to keep Undertaker down. He's a skinny thing at the end of the day, missing pieces but fueled by adrenaline and fiery, black hatred.

He uses his knee to get the shard a little closer, a little protected from the sinners. Kid's blow hits; his nose is bleeding. Not broken, but gushing. ]

DUMPY!

[ Dumpy trills and stops trying to bash Kid's head in. Instead, he hovers in his face, thrusters at maximum. It's going to be hot, horribly hot.

As for Undertaker, he shoves his fingers in the man's previous wound and starts digging deep. ]

cw: serious gore

[exequies]

[Undertaker has a high pain threshold--that much is obvious by the scars left on him from some other traumatic event in his life. But he doesn't expect Rhys to go right for the gouge in his side and start digging in.

Blindingly hot pain sears from the area and up his spine. He chokes back a scream, his fighting suddenly frantic and desperate in an attempt to damage back as much as possible. He forgets the glass and his bat, hands going for the other man's face.

His nails dig in fiercely, one thumb trying to gouge at the closest prophet eye he can get at.]

CW: gross eye stuff

[equal_shots]

[Kid scrambles to fight away from the burning thrusters, the burning heat searing his remaining eye. He yelps, shutting it quickly--and the skin of his eyelid burns mostly closed, reddened and blistered. It takes him too long to wrench the robot away from his face, almost entirely blinded. When he does, the teen uses both hands and ignores the pain in his hands as metal shreds his flesh and he tries to break any pieces of Dumpy he can.

In the chaos of trying to rid himself of the robot, he's completely turned around. He hears Undertaker but can't figure out where to turn to help--and when he does move, it's awkward and disjointed, blood dripping to the ground, until he falls forward nearly face-first.

He is not very helpful at the moment.]

cw: it gets worse, eye stuff/gore continues

[headjacked]

[ Dumpy's shrieking turns distressed -- this isn't fun anymore.

Fun fact: robots do feel pain, aggressively and in slow motion. He pulls away from Kid immediately and flies to Rhys' side, warbling.

Rhys is a little preoccupied with Undertaker trying to gouge out his eye. Unfortunately for him, his fingers get the irisless eye. That's not to say no damage is done; the hole bleeds anew and Rhys hisses, jerking his bleeding face back. He violently twists his hand in the wound, clawing and digging as deep as he can before yanking it back out and going for the glass. He stabs it into the wound and drags it up and around, carving into Undertaker's chest. ]

[exequies]

[His hands grab for Rhys' neck when his face is torn from his reach, but they only close around it for a few seconds before he's too weak to continue. The glass seals the deal, blood pouring from the extended tear as he's all but gutted.

He still doesn't scream in pain, but there's a wet gurgle that comes from his throat before his limbs go pliant and his head rolls a few degrees to the side. This isn't the first time he's died, but it sucks just as much as he remembers as the feeling of cold takes over and his brain stops functioning.

The lights in both of his irises fade, before they go completely dark.]

[headjacked]

[ Rhys stands and spits on the body. He gives Dumpy a few pats, smearing blood all over the shaking screambot. ]

It's okay now, buddy.

[ His eye falls on Kid. ]

...almost okay.

[ His stomach is churning a little, but he swallows it down as he approaches Kid. One stab to the throat; he'll make it quick. ]

[equal_shots]

[Vision severely limited, Kid is relying on other senses to tell him what is happening around him. He hears the wet gurgle and then the silence--and more importantly the calm tone with which Rhys speaks after.

Instant, white hot rage burns in his stomach, and it overpowers the compulsion to run. The hint of golden light from his left eye flicks towards Rhys just in time, and Kid is able to push back from the makeshift glass knife, narrowly avoiding being stabbed in the neck. Still on the ground he launches himself for Rhys' neck, grappling with both hands wildly, small thin fingers digging hard into any skin or muscle he gets a grip on.]

[headjacked]

[ He wanted this to be simple, he really, REALLY did, but Kid is bringing this on himself. Regardless, Kid's fingers draw blood from his neck and take him by surprise. He scrabbles at the hand, dropping the glass, and tries elbowing Kid in the face to drive him away.

Dumpy is still screaming, still distressed. He doesn't want to play anymore, but Kid is hurting his owner. He slams into Kid's back repeatedly. ]

[equal_shots]

[The elbow to his face sends Kid's head falling backwards, and the teen lands in the snow in a coughing heap. The coughing doesn't stop as the small robot hits him repeatedly, the strikes landing on his side as he tries to get back to his feet. The teen spits blood, swaying slightly before reaching out again, feeling blindly for Rhys's body around him.

If he makes contact, he will yank--hard. And while Kid is small, he's strong, and a good pull would be enough to potentially get the other man off balance. If he's lucky enough to get that, Kid plans to wrap both arms behind Rhys' head and use all of his weight to throw him downwards.]

[headjacked]

[ Kid succeeds on both counts, getting Rhys thrown to the ground. The man is at the end of his adrenaline rush -- exhausted, but still determined.

Can't lose. Can't let the little bastard get the best of him. It's for the town.

Wheezing, Rhys crawls and kicks at Kid's face, reaching for his bag. He pulls out a frying pan and, if and when Kid closes in again, tries to bash him in the face with it. ]

[equal_shots]

[When Rhys rolls to grab for the frying pan, Kid loses him in the haze of darkness. Breathing hard, he blindly feels around him. He doesn't find Rhys...

But he does find the shard of glass, slicing his fingers open in the process. Kid wraps his fingers around it tightly, not caring about the fresh cuts, and brandishes the weapon in front of him.

On his knees, he holds it out. His hands are shaking, breathing ragged. The MN poisoning and his horribly functioning lungs do nothing to help him--but that doesn't mean Kid isn't going to try. He starts to get back to his feet, backing away...and not realizing that he's actually moving towards Rhys in the process.] Stay back!

[headjacked]

[ This is a prime moment for taunting, but he realizes that Kid is vision impaired. Worse than himself, at the moment. He blinks blood out of his scribbly eye and socket before re-readying the frying pan.

Once Kid is close, he swings with all his might. Which isn't a lot, comparatively speaking, but enough to down the teen if it lands. ]

[equal_shots]

[Vision impaired is an understatement, as the teen is almost completely blinded. Kid takes the frying pan to the back of his head, hard, and collapses almost instantly. His head bleeds freely in a way that head wounds only can, and he tries to clear his thoughts and reorient himself.

He can't move. His limbs feel weak and rubbery, and his head is swimming. He's sure, if he could see, that his vision would be distorted and fuzzy, too. Beneath his head, the pool of blood grows.

He's not dead, but his breathing is ragged and weak. It won't take much to get him there.]

cw teen death

[headjacked]

[ It's over, then. How quickly is up to Rhys.

He's too exhausted to drag this out, and, well, it still IS a kid. Rhys drags himself to the downed body and pokes him with a toe, checking to see if he has any fight left in him. That's a no.

Rhys takes the glass from Kid's hand. One fast slice to the throat, and it's as good as done. ]