[kill 09]
[There was no rest for the wicked; Dexter knew this better than anyone. He was an incredibly wicked individual - a neat monster, as he so often thought of himself - and there was work to be done, made all the more tedious and frustrating due to his recent sloppyness. He was back on square one, but this time, with substantial disadvantages.
The passing of Glaukir only solidified the objectives in Dexter's mind. The priest had been a crutch; a companion, a healer, a source of valuable information - all in one. He didn't need to fraternize with the rest of the passengers, because having that one was efficient; with his disability, Dexter could also maintin a certain amount of anonymity - as well as forge somewhat of a connection with him, as much as he'd allow himself to forge. They were both missing some vital part of themselves, after all - the priest's was external impairment, and Dexter's...
He paused, sifting through the medicine cabinet of the makeshift medical bay.
Glaukir had been... convenient.
Whilst the situation itself was highly implausible, it wasn't exactly improbable - a black swan incident, he thought - so the conclusion that what was happening to him now was entirely real was not put out of his mind completely. However, Dexter was a man that functioned on logic and reason, which put his current predicament well out of his realm of expertise. There were things that Dexter knew for sure; he had failed to uphold The Code to its fullest extent, and he wanted so desperately to let himself loose.
There were new parameters to killing on the boat, and he was so frustrated that he didn't know what they were; he was punished for killing, and then...
... well, he was technically killed by natural causes, that clever fucker. Why didn't he think of it before! But -- there was something incredibly ungratifying to him about letting nature take its own course, even with a push along like skinning someone alive and leaving them for bears. Dexter frowned at this thought, sifting through the cabinets. There was nothing of use, here; cotton swabs and tongue depressers.
He wanted to let loose so badly, and apparently, so did Carnival. He needed to exercise some self control over it, it seemed, as Lily Worth had ended up dead as a result - an immense failure he felt on his part. Not children. He could never do that to children... but the fact that the capacity was there alarmed him. The capacity to kill the truly innocent.
He needed to get himself under control.
Finally finding what he was looking for, Dexter held up the needle to the light; tranquilizer enough to take down an adult woman.]
A place for everything, and everything in its place...
[He murmured this aloud to himself. He would find her, take her out, and put her back where she belonged - back where she would be under control, in a place where she could not lash out unless her wrath was directly sought.
Against what he percieved as an extention of himself, Dexter was going to let loose to hold back.]
Can anyone point me in the direction of the killer? I would appreciate any information that would lead to an... arrest.
The passing of Glaukir only solidified the objectives in Dexter's mind. The priest had been a crutch; a companion, a healer, a source of valuable information - all in one. He didn't need to fraternize with the rest of the passengers, because having that one was efficient; with his disability, Dexter could also maintin a certain amount of anonymity - as well as forge somewhat of a connection with him, as much as he'd allow himself to forge. They were both missing some vital part of themselves, after all - the priest's was external impairment, and Dexter's...
He paused, sifting through the medicine cabinet of the makeshift medical bay.
Glaukir had been... convenient.
Whilst the situation itself was highly implausible, it wasn't exactly improbable - a black swan incident, he thought - so the conclusion that what was happening to him now was entirely real was not put out of his mind completely. However, Dexter was a man that functioned on logic and reason, which put his current predicament well out of his realm of expertise. There were things that Dexter knew for sure; he had failed to uphold The Code to its fullest extent, and he wanted so desperately to let himself loose.
There were new parameters to killing on the boat, and he was so frustrated that he didn't know what they were; he was punished for killing, and then...
... well, he was technically killed by natural causes, that clever fucker. Why didn't he think of it before! But -- there was something incredibly ungratifying to him about letting nature take its own course, even with a push along like skinning someone alive and leaving them for bears. Dexter frowned at this thought, sifting through the cabinets. There was nothing of use, here; cotton swabs and tongue depressers.
He wanted to let loose so badly, and apparently, so did Carnival. He needed to exercise some self control over it, it seemed, as Lily Worth had ended up dead as a result - an immense failure he felt on his part. Not children. He could never do that to children... but the fact that the capacity was there alarmed him. The capacity to kill the truly innocent.
He needed to get himself under control.
Finally finding what he was looking for, Dexter held up the needle to the light; tranquilizer enough to take down an adult woman.]
A place for everything, and everything in its place...
[He murmured this aloud to himself. He would find her, take her out, and put her back where she belonged - back where she would be under control, in a place where she could not lash out unless her wrath was directly sought.
Against what he percieved as an extention of himself, Dexter was going to let loose to hold back.]
Can anyone point me in the direction of the killer? I would appreciate any information that would lead to an... arrest.