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necrophily) wrote2022-01-08 11:26 pm
necrophily) wrote2022-01-08 11:26 pm#girl
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necrophily) wrote2022-01-08 11:26 pm
blood festival.
whatever. it means she chooses Add to perform the procedure, because then she can borrow one of the Dynamos - who still have that secret combination that she doesn't know the meaning of. it means she's minding her own business as she has been, pretending that if she completely ignores him, he'll vanish like she wants. like how she's been doing for the past month. he gets no attention, and no respect. not even if somehow he's standing right next to her.
just...pretend you aren't hyperaware of it.]
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especially when it's someone he knows, which causes the crooks of his mouth to turn upward. she hates him. he already knows this. but she's standing right there, right by him, and he's far too excited to ruin her life even more.
he could just stab her right through the throat, watch her blood spill all over the floor beautifully, maybe even getting onto or soaking into his shoes... it makes him grin, and he tilts his head as he immediately recognizes the girl before him.
the blind one. the one that should be dead, but still isn't. it kind of pisses him off, knowing she's still here and isn't even paying him any attention. why is she still here, of all people.
he waves his hand in front of her face, teasingly and purposefully despite knowing she can't see a thing, leaning in closer to her face before muttering in a lower and more purposefully malicious voice: ]
Remember me?
[ -- honestly, he'd be so pressed if she didn't. but he knows she can't possibly forget him. or at least, he wants to think as much. ]
Found you.
[ weren't they playing a litle hide-and-seek to begin with, after all. ]
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...I haven't exactly been hiding.
[she's as quiet as he is, but as frosty as the snow - still, she can't really conceal the instinctive tension that rises in her when he's near, the way her expression twists a little. there's not even the guarantee that he'll be rational and not kill her here - no, he lacks that quality of a hunter. he's just an insane murderer, and her one defense is if she can give an instruction faster than he can swing a blade.]
Or is this your way of asking for a rematch?
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[ blatantly ignoring her ability and all of that, but he has a feeling she wouldn't use it lightly. not unless he purposefully attacked her, which he really, really wants to do.
but he's composing himself right now.
barely.
he scoffs, shrugging his arms as he takes a step away from her, digging in the back of his own pocket for something. ]
You always have a lot of neat tricks up your sleeves. Wonder if you can tell me what this is, though.
[ dito pulls out a complete obsidian dagger from his rear belt, tossing it on the floor with an intrusive clank.
-- or at least it's obsidian to the average eye, considering there's a plethora of dried blood on it that dito hasn't given a damn about washing off. hell, he probably likes it. especially since he's smirking as the toe of his boot steps on it briefly, right before kicking the knife toward helena's direction.
if she picks it up, it will be unnaturally cool to the touch. ]
You're blind, right? What kind of shit do you hear around here.
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As much as you see, I'd imagine. You take in the world with your eyes, and I listen to it and gain an impression that way. It's very simple.
[if he's not going to make sudden movements, she'll pick up the object - a dagger, she can tell by feeling the shape. not her favorite thing to hold, and there's a film on it that tells her it's been used - a twitch in her features when she places that. vile.]
It's a knife, and one you killed with.
[her tone says it was a question so simple a child could have answered it.]
What, pray tell, is your point?
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[ he lets her pick up the knife. he doesn't particularly care -- it's not like he needs it, although he has something of a fondness for it given where it came from. but weapons are weapons, and they come and go.
just like bodies.
dito moves an arm to finger at the shaft at his waist. it's probably not fair to bring a spear to a knife fight, but isn't he a good samaritan for bringing a knife to offer in the first place? mostly, he's just interested in what she's going to do. he's caught her attention since day one, albeit in the worst way possible.
she's interesting.
he wants to kill her, but not if it's going to be boring.
he doesn't grab toward his own weapon himself, instead splaying his hands out with a short laugh. ]
Wanna try being a predator? Come on, it's fun!
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[she should reject him out of hand. hand the knife off to someone else, laugh in his face, start ignoring him again. but...maybe it's the circumstances. maybe it's that for the past week she's really been sick of all of this, and it really hasn't been so long since she lost her temper at someone. if she wanted, she could do something very easily - she could strike for his location, and while he was off kilter, stab him in the shoulder. she could scream out that strange code for Dynamo. she could do a dozen things, and many of them would be more sensible than what she does do.]
But, this is a bad spot for it, you know? There's enough people here who'd want to stop that the second they see it start...we should go elsewhere, if you're serious.
[that will also give her more time to come up with a plan that won't compromise her morals too much.]
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[ he raises a brow, tilting his head slightly with a pause as if he's thinking about it.
although it's followed by a nonchalant shrug. ]
I don't give a shit. But sure, if you wanna make this go a little longer than it should... [ a scoff, ] Well, who am I to say "no"?
[ there's something...uncanny here. dito can't quite put too much of a deeper meaning to it or anything -- not because he's stupid, but because he doesn't care. as long as it benefits him and satifies him, he really doesn't give a shit. it's always going to be like that.
but again, because he isn't stupid, he likes the idea of dragging others in this godforsaken environment that he's interested in into something nasty. he doesn't like to be bored, after all.
unfortunately, his idea of interesting is the most violent and uncouth actions fathomable.
not something he expects from helena, since he's essentially pegged her as "prey", but he still thinks there's something there. and he wants to fuck with her. why not. she does a good job of not paying attention to him, but then she also does, which keeps him interested. ]
I'll let you pick the place.
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[she pauses before going further, though, and if she could look at him, she would.]
By the way, if you attack me while we're en route, I will stun you and disappear, and you'll get no fight at all.
[she's been hit in the back before, too many times to count. if her body could reflect it, it would be nothing but a mass of scars. so it's a fair thing to worry about, even if her hearing gives her control about what's around her. it's strange, how immediately everything falls into place once she has her heart racing, and how she remembers the steps of fight or flight. always flight. she'd bet Dito's never run away in his life.
and it drags up something old, kept in perfect restraint. the what could be and the what is. one misstep means she's dead, without the guarantee of return. but that's a game Helena knows more than she'll ever say aloud.
instead, she turns to head towards the direction she indicated, slipping past the eyes of any others who might have noticed the subtle change in her posture. inwardly, she's terrified - but if she keeps moving, no one will know. further and further away from the safety net that is other people.
move forward without hesitation. does this count?
it doesn't matter. Helena won't stop until they're at their destination.]
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it feels like she's looking at him, but he knows that much is impossible. his brows rise higher on his face and he scoffs a laugh before he falls back into walking in place. ]
No waaay... Why would I attack you for no reason?
[ nevermind the plethora of reasons... or the fact that he's attempted to before. his eyes flick upward for a second, only to end up rolling back into his head as he thinks about it for a second.
then he laughs. ]
I mean, I might. But there's nothing fun about that right now. You'd just get some of our dumbass classmates involved and I wouldn't even get the fun of mutilating your corpse, yeah? That would SUCK.
[ he moves to weave a few fingers through his own fringe by his temple, brows high and the corners of his lips turned up in amusement. ]
Plus, I really wanna see what you're gonna do with that knife. Like, I hope it's something good?! Don't pussy out on me, now.
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even with her back to him as she trudges through the snow to a proper position, Helena knows where he is. he hasn't thought about it, how if he wanted an advantage he'd step softly, make sure nothing on him could move. the less sound he makes, the harder it would be to place him. but his arrogance is a reliable point of reference. instead of leaving a certain thing to chance, she takes off her glasses before she gets there, tucking them deep into her pocket and buttoning it closed. those need to stay protected, and she doesn't trust Dito to not aim for the face. besides...
I don't want you to see this.
like a needle dragged across the skin. or the tip of a too-cold knife.]
...What will it take to make you yield? Short of death.
[too late to talk him into going blindfolded to even the playing field. she should have brought that up earlier. instead, she thinks they're away enough, and she's stepped back enough from Dito to consider that it's a fair starting point. not so far that she couldn't dart forward, but far from close enough for him to just grab her. that will be a risk.]
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he falters slightly though when she speaks, halting in his steps and tilting his head. ]
Huh?
[ really? really, really?
the corners of his mouth turn up even further, and he cant help letting out a cackle at the question. ]
Me, yield? How are you gonna yield, bitch? I really wanna know.
[ dito rolls his shoulder at this point, his fingers moving ever so slightly toward his sheathed spear.
but he doesn't grab it. much less pull it out. ]
Not that I wanna see you yield. I wanna see you stab something.
[ he chuckles quietly after the last statement, eyes pierced on the other. ]
Come on!
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(except, she had enjoyed it a little when he had realized that she held the antidote in that room, and she knew the results would be unpleasant. there had been a quiet moment of satisfaction there that felt like justice, and she couldn't bring herself to feel sorry about that. bringing Dito down a few pegs felt correct.)
too many thoughts will cloud her awareness, heart beating fast. her cane taps against the ground as she moves in, but only half her heart is in the action. it's terribly easy to read her movements, where she's aiming - it will be easy to dodge, when Helena tries to swipe at him with the dagger.]
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Sometimes he's just got to deal with the fact that he needs to depend on another person to get what he wants.
Honestly, his lust for a free, carnal life will probably never come to him -- he just needs to make due with whatever he can get in whatever situation is available to him. Which is why he's making the most of this both entertaining and annoying situation he's seem to gotten himself into.
Yogen.
It's whatever. But what he can get out if it is the most important.
He scoffs a laugh, right before Helena starts coming at him with the dagger. Honestly, it's far more entertaining to him that she even came at him than the fact that there's something remotely violent happening. His brows rise slightly, the corners of his mouth upturning as soon as he realizes what the other is doing--
It's what he wants, but definitely not something he expects. He should probably get out of the way.
He only barely misses the swipe as he scrambles out of the way, one of his hands grabbing at Helena's waist in order to both steady himself and attempt to misdirect her simultaneously. ]
Fantastic! You almost got me there. So close!
[ His hand is still on Helena's waist............. ]
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drop the misery in your heart now, that which brought you pain and move forward without hesitation.
it's why she had raged into the storm, had grown furious and agonized and why his words feel like such mockery. Dito touching her like she won't instinctively recoil, knowing how unrepentant he is for all he did. whatever his plan, it's another key factor in what makes up her impression of what's around her. presence, sound, scent, feel - it coalesces as dew on an outline. anger, splintering some through her expression, even as Helena lacks the conviction to kill.
it means she knows where his wrist is, if his hand is there, giving her information. where the arm should be, given his height, and leading up, his shoulder. that's where she wants to drive it in, if she's quick enough, if he doesn't move again. of course, now that Dito's on alert that she actually is trying, that remains to be seen.]
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Like prey, he thinks again. But also not.
She's somewhat unpredictable, and that's the problem for Dito. He doesn't account for the intelligence or tactics of prey. He's just used to slaughtering and being over with it. Giving others credit isn't something he's keen on, even when deep down he can tell when someone has more potential than they're letting on.
His nose wrinkles slightly as soon as he realizes, a half a second too late, what Helena's doing now.
He truly didn't expect this from her, and his brows knitting as a grunt emits from his throat at his own damn knife getting stabbed righ into his shoulder. He's short circuting for a second -- simply because he didn't believe or expect as much to happen from Helena.
It takes a minute -- the blood beginning to stain his shirt, the sharp feeling of pain, the intrusive feeling of something delving inside of him. It's been a while.
Or has it?
He can't remember. This all feels familiar, though.
He scoffs, albeit in a slightly pained way. He can't help it, and he's annoyed at himself for the moment of weakness. But it's not like he can help being stabbed. His brows rise as he stares at Helena with a hint of disdain, even as the corner of his mouth turns up in a crooked smirk.
She really got him, huh? ]
Good...job. Great job, actually. Real all-star vigilante material.
[ He's not even sure if he can, but if he can, he's going to try and use both hands to push Helena away from him.
He'll shuffle back a few steps, one of his hands disconnectedly feeling at his own shoulder before making a firm, fisted grab on the knife delved so nicely in his shoulder. ]
Nngh... [ -- He can't help hiding how the injury's affected him, his own arm that's been stabbed seeming a little less responsive. For now, anyway.
There's a hideous squelch when he pulls the dagger from his shoulder with his spare hand, a spatter and subsequent dripping of blood emanating from the wound. Dito doesn't seem to care, even half-chuckling at this new scenario as he grips the knife that's wet with his own blood securely. ]
... You know what comes next, right?
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too, too familiar.
what is this place doing to her, that she followed through? it's not like it's foreign, the desire to strike back, but never was it possible. a hopeless dream, that wounds born of blade/bomb/crushing/stabbing/bludgeoning might come off in retribution. whatever happens never lasts. hunters are untouchable.
except right now. that's not her blood, for once. that's not her in pain.
and every nerve in Helena's body screams that she needs to prepare to flee.
this is what he asked for. why is he so surprised?]
...Please don't say something like "now I get to kill you."
[or it will be the same song and dance. the same course of running, running, until she can trip him on his own ego and hide somewhere safe, until she's out of the jaws of death.
he only needs to win once. she needs to win every time.]
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[ Dito's voice still sounds a little strained, but he doesn't seem too deterred from the situation at hand. His arm is definitely limp that he's just pulled the knife out of, and he wipes the knife off once or twice on his own sleeve.
That is, before he decidedly wipes off the opposing side right across his own cheek on his face. He just enjoys blood a little too much to not indulge in it being all over him.
He wishes there was more, but of course he still has the opportunity for that. It's his motivation for plenty of things. The ugly, unsightly result of violence and anger and everything hideous. The entire world should be painted in it, he thinks.
He scoffs as he fists his grip on the knife, moving it lower and in a more offensive position. But not entirely, since he ends up shrugging instead of attacking. ]
I'm starting to think you enjoy this, yeah? Do you wanna kill me yourself? You should. And I bet you do.
[ It's not safe or kosher, meeting up with someone who has the most tally marks in the damn school. Especially when you're a blind, smaller person.
There's something weird about her, and Dito is way too intrigued in spite of the fact that he would love to mutilate her. ]
"smaller" like he's not only 2 inches taller
[this at least has conviction under it, is easy to reach for, is as certain as the facts that snow freezes, sunlight warms, and there are more frightening things than Dito in the world.]
I never have.
[there is an ocean of difference between the strange satisfaction that had come from winning over him and actually wanting his life, willing to scar her own soul for it. she doesn't want to kill anyone here - even as mixed up as it is, even as she's flown in the arms of the Devil himself and harbored many a conflicting thought about that.
even with the worst things she's done, murder was never a wish. nor is it one now. that's a border she doesn't want to cross unless her hand was forced, twisted, and pulled out of its socket.
if she was wise, she'd never speak to him again, she'd hide behind someone else's power to erase Dito out of her life. but Helena is not a paragon of wisdom, she's just someone who can be prodded and provoked like anyone else, and danger is too familiar a shroud to give up or ever really relax from.
again and again. so many times that count was abandoned. an exit into another maze, another puzzle, another problem, another cipher.]
STOP HES TALLER
[ Dito mentions, even as he twirls the somewhat bloodied knife in his hand. He would absolutely love to end things here, but this school simply has a way of preventing him from enacting the extent of what he wants.
Which is to say, when he wants to get rid of someone, it's especially hard and annoying. ]
Why'd you come here, princess?
[ He's still bleeding from his shoulder, although he doesn't seem to take much action aside from avoiding using said arm.
Why'd he pick a goddamn area he knows, Dito wonders. It's always these annoying, stupid people. ]
:/ puts on 3 inch heels to make him upset
why did she come? doesn't he already know? she's not running a scheme.
why did she agree to pull aside and go somewhere more risky with someone who wants her dead? if pressed, Helena'd say because he's terribly easy to read in that respect, all the malice on the surface like the top notes of the worst sort of perfume. and at the same time, she'd never say the other part, that it was because she had some illusion of control over the situation that evaporated the second she actually stabbed him. because she can't shake the idea that if she dies, she'll just come back, another cycle.]
You asked me to come. Isn't that enough?
[a question for a question. there's a number of other people he can goad into bloodlust, if that was his goal. does she need to have a grander reason, a smarter one for everything? hadn't he asked her to see if she'd actually use the knife at all? does she need a reason deeper than his?]
well he's upset !
[ he practically spits the words, gripping the dagger a little tighter in his fist. why does he keep ending up in this situation with someone like her? she should be an easy kill. far easier than any of the grunts or monsters or literal goddesses or goddess-helpers he's taken down before.
she's nothing.
and yet she still subsides, and it's driving him crazy.
he groans quietly when he exhales deeply, eyes lidding slightly as he stares at her. his mind is going through many a sick fantasy about how he can be rid of her, and yet he doesn't move. ]
I wanna kill you. Obviously. Of course I'd ask you to come. Why'd you come, genius? Come on, I know you're not stupid.
[ unfortunately. but he also gets oh so easily irritated at people who play dumb all the same. he can't quite peg her, and that annoys him.
he doesn't think she's stupid, though. otherwise he would already be bored with this. no, she has some weird spark in her and dito is far too curious about it. ]
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Dito. You made a request, I thought about it, and decided I wanted to answer it. Just because you aren't happy with it doesn't mean it's less true.
[her shoulders set in a line, not loosening her grip on her cane just yet, still poised to spring at the right moment. even so, there's no bloodlust. her claim of not wanting him dead still holds true.]
Would making up a different reason make you feel better? Would you like to lie to yourself, and say it's all part of some way to get one over on you, to destroy you, to teach you some kind of lesson?
[really, he's asking the wrong question. the correct one is what made you decide. and she knows she's being evasive, cryptic - but unlike others, she'll admit it.]
Is "because I wished to" so unsatisfactory?
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[ maybe he is overcomplicating it, but it's not like that thought process crosses his mind. he's so invested in what he wants and what he thinks himself that he doesn't really give a damn about someone he can kill in two seconds flat.
he could kill helena in two seconds flat.
and yet he isn't.
it's incredibly annoying, and it sets his teeth on edge how she plays into his traps but still acts like prey in the end. except for tonight. it's why dito isn't immediately going for her, because it's so interesting when she fights back. he scoffs. ]
I wanna know. What you actually think about this place? Does it suck? Is it great? Could it be better?
[ even with an open wound helena's caused, dito knows he'll get over it easily enough.
he doesn't fele particularly threatened around her, and yet he would rather be with someone more openly insane and bloodthirsty than her right now. it's probably due to how her mind works. she's harder for him to gauge. ]
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[her...opinion on the school? how did this connect?]
It's not ideal, if that's your aim, and could be far better. It's a strange excuse for an afterlife, just waiting to be filtered back into things when it's your time. Even if there's the chance to grow, and to change...do you remain yourself when you reincarnate?
[another chance wasn't worth anything if it was the same as before. the same song on repeat. bloom, die, bloom, die, looped into each other without an ending or a path forward. not lost, but the same things. it has to be different, she knows, or it won't even be a new path to follow.]
...But it's a good deal better than what I'm accustomed to.
[why she tells him this, she doesn't know. maybe she's just tired of dancing around that, of keeping things like this a mystery. maybe it's a gift, because he hasn't struck out with violent intent yet.
because somehow, they're having a conversation, and Helena will never not try to extend a hand when the chance is there.]
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