"Mmmmghh," Hanatarou said, opening his eyes slowly and blinking. After a second he tried to sit up in a panic, but for some reason, not only did it not work, it also intensified the shooting pain he had somehow not noticed (but now found that he could not un-notice :< ).
He closed his eyes tightly against the pain while his awareness gradually returned; after a moment he opened them again and looked around, pulling half-heartedly at the bonds at his wrists and breathing in wincing gasps.
He's warm: a weird sort of aching, distant warmth that hasn't entirely brought him back to his own head yet, but Tim recognizes that he's now awake, and that Things Are Bad. For instance, someone nearby goes 'mmmmghh'. This is not a good sign for many reasons that he gets lost in -- being allergic to chloroform will do that to you -- before swimmingly making it back to the problem at hand.
Craning his neck, Tim stares uncomprehendingly at the giant roulette wheel. He's not sure he's awake anymore. He tests this by asking Hanatarou, tentatively, "What the fuck are we doing here?"
*Changeling gets the text message and... well, he's a little suspicious. He and Thirst didn't exactly part on the best of terms. But he still uses his PINpoint, warping straight to the Casino.
The sight that greets him makes his blood run cold and his own heartbeat sound very loud, pulsing against his ear drums. If he was actually in an anime, there'd be that odd visual effect where a ghost image of him slides sideways, but he's not, so even though he feels sort of like he's splitting in half, no-one else can see it.
He's silent for a few moments, and then, in a very casual, careful drawl, he speaks.* Well. Isn't this a delightful suprise. You should have told me it was a play-date, I'd have brought something.
Thirst barely even had to divert her attention from her toys to notice that Changeling had arrived. She wouldn't mistake that voice for anyone else. In fact, she didn't even turn around, addressing him without tearing her gaze from, specifically, Hanatarou.
"We have all we need here. Tell me, you know these people, correct?" Which was rhetorical over anything else, but the same question was asked to her captives with a wicked, knowing grin on her face. "And you are familiar with him, yes?"
And regenerate she finally did. When she came to her senses, Changeling was the only person around -- and while she certainly wondered what had happened to her playthings, that was brief. Retrieving her knife, she barely waited for the realization to strike before she did, again rushing towards him and this time not intending to risk missing. Pouring all her strength into this one hit, she drove her knife -- and fist -- through Changeling's chest, not unlike what he had done to her, and into the wall, more than likely shattering the knife's blade and several bones in both of them, as well as doing significant damage to the wall itself.
*He didn't even attempt to dodge, or say anything to stop her - there was no point. He idly thought about how beautiful she looked when she was so homicidally angry as she charged towards him, but the thought was fleeting. He heard his ribs shattering and his flesh tearing with a horrible splortching noise, felt her knife driving though him and into the wall behind, and found himself involuntarily choking out a glob of blood before everything faded into blackness.
No pleasure, no rapture, no exquisite sin greater than central aerating. With her arm and much of her torso covered in his blood, she licked her lips once and turned her back on the corpse of her teacher-turned-traitor. A fitting end for him, she thought -- death at the hand of his own student. Whom he had no apparent qualms betraying, no less.
She could find another knife somewhere else. As it stood, it was time to clean herself off.
*After a few minutes, he sat up, the hole in his chest gone, healed over neatly and back to it's normal, scarred self. His shoulder was still bleeding merrily away, though a bit slower than it should have been.*
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He closed his eyes tightly against the pain while his awareness gradually returned; after a moment he opened them again and looked around, pulling half-heartedly at the bonds at his wrists and breathing in wincing gasps.
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Craning his neck, Tim stares uncomprehendingly at the giant roulette wheel. He's not sure he's awake anymore. He tests this by asking Hanatarou, tentatively, "What the fuck are we doing here?"
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The sight that greets him makes his blood run cold and his own heartbeat sound very loud, pulsing against his ear drums. If he was actually in an anime, there'd be that odd visual effect where a ghost image of him slides sideways, but he's not, so even though he feels sort of like he's splitting in half, no-one else can see it.
He's silent for a few moments, and then, in a very casual, careful drawl, he speaks.* Well. Isn't this a delightful suprise. You should have told me it was a play-date, I'd have brought something.
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"We have all we need here. Tell me, you know these people, correct?" Which was rhetorical over anything else, but the same question was asked to her captives with a wicked, knowing grin on her face. "And you are familiar with him, yes?"
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At least his shoulder didn't hurt any more.*
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She could find another knife somewhere else. As it stood, it was time to clean herself off.
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... hunh.
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