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[divinitysoiled]

Characters: One guilty and pissed off demon (divinitysoiled) and anyone in her warpath
Setting: Floors 1-6
Format: Action, will match prose
Summary: After what happened here, Catarina is taking her guilt and anger out on monsters and anything in her path
Warnings: Gore, usual succubus shenanigans

[It started fairly innocently. The first floor was as clean as it usually was, until the stairs were encountered. Once there, it was obvious someone had fought a monster and had a few aggression issues to take out. It was a bloody affair with bits and pieces scattered in quite a few places, but other than that, it wasn't that bad.]

[The following floors had worse. It looked like someone had started to go out of their way to find monsters, the aggression becoming worse and worse. As the carnage started to get worse, there started to be the sound of a woman laughing maniacally. Close to the sixth floor was the source, one Catarina Amanto covered in blood, guts, and possibly little else, knife in her hand and eyes wild. She was laughing still, looking around for her next victim.]

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Floor 6

[silentdeath]

[After following the intriguing carnage trail, Lucien appeared on the 6th floor, hand on the hilt of his short sword.

When he saw the strange woman, laughing in that manner, he stopped short and took in the sight.]

[divinitysoiled]

[Catarina turned around and around, still laughing and not quite having seen Lucien yet. When her eyes finally light upon him, she stopped laughing, a smile frozen on her lips]

[silentdeath]

[Being of practical mind, he drew his sword then.]

Enjoying yourself?

[divinitysoiled]

[Smart]

[Catarina laughed at that, her knife coming up to trace the swell of her breasts.] Enjoying? Enjoying?

[silentdeath]

[Lucien's eyes lingered on her breast blade for a moment, before returning to hers.

He didn't seem particularly disturbed at the mess, as some others might be.]

You do seem positively ecstatic, my lady.

[divinitysoiled]

[She started to come closer to him, her hips swaying]

Perhaps you should read others better.

[silentdeath]

[Her words made him blink, and look closer.

True, he had spent almost six months wandering the wastelands of Tamriel, seeing neither beast nor man nor mer save dead. Maybe he was a bit rusty.]

[Then it occurred to him, her laughter was the laughter of anguish, her smile masking emotions contrary.

By Sithis, he needed to get out more.]

My apologies, it has been... some time since I spoke with a beautiful woman.

[Don't think he won't defend himself if she attacks; his stance looked lazy, sloppy, but that was a deception. It would take more than just six months alone for him to forget something so ingrained.]

[andajarofdirt]

[Jack echoed Catarina's laugh for a moment.]

Uh. What are we laughing about? Also.

[He gave her a look.]

This is not something I usually say but, love, you could use a bath.

[divinitysoiled]

Youuuuuu. [Catarina stopped laughing immediately, coming over to twine her arms around him]

[andajarofdirt]

Meeeeeee.

[Jack let her hold him for a moment, before giving her a wry smile.]

Tell me when I should start shrieking like a little girl, okay? I'm mighty distracted so I'm sure I'll miss my cue.

[Well, given where his hands are...]

[divinitysoiled]

[She growled at him, not even bothering to hide that it wasn't human]

You humans never look to see what to do.

[andajarofdirt]

Well, no.

[He blinks down at her, head tilting slightly to the side.]

I mean, the trail of slaughter is a good warning sign, but what if I listened to warning signs I wouldn't have half the fun I do, now would I?

[divinitysoiled]

[The bark of laughter was honest and loud as she pulled him close]

So you think this is all about fun?

[scorchedchivalry]

[Saber had followed the carnage. She'd known the folly of that attack and what had happened to those stupid enough to partake in such a dishonorable attack.

Yes, the King of Knights found the actions of that unruly mob, attacking innocents - as she saw the colorless drones to be innocents - as misdirected and dishonorable. She had tried to stop Lancer and some of the others from participating with her words, but she let them choose their fate.

Still, this amount of carnage closer to the 'safer' areas of the Tower was something of concern for her. So, in full armor - black and jagged with slightly glowing red veins through it - and her visor down, she followed the trail.

And then she found Catarina. Beautiful, sensual, dangerous Catarina. Saber made no move to stop her. She said nothing as she stood by the wall, motionless as a statue, and watched her with shielded eyes. Her sword was planted point down before her, the dark prana - swirling black and red - obscuring the form and length almost making the sword invisible.

Catarina had never seen the king in full armor, in full glory. To most it would be a terrifying sight as the dark knight's presence inspired fear from those looking upon her like this.

Yet, Saber did not expect Catarina to fear her. At least, she wouldn't show it if she did feel fear at the power of the darkness, the corruption of Saber's being.

Speaking not a word, Saber watched and waited as she observed the succubus.]

[divinitysoiled]

[It was soon that Catarina felt the dark prana, spinning smoothly to face Saber. While she didn't quite recognize the woman in full battle regalia, something about her was familiar. Something in the feeling, the stance, the coloration...]

["How could you?! You know what they're going to do!"]

[The youthful female voice filled her memory, of a near colorless girl with outrage and betrayal filling her features mixing with the same anger from a blue haired man here. Catarina snarled, her hand tightening on the knife. "That's Jason!"

"How could you?!"

"You have less honor than me!"

A wordless howl escaped her lips as she lept at Saber, filled with directionless anger and hatred]

[scorchedchivalry]

[There was despair in Catarina's attack, Saber decided as she watched the woman come at her. She was too filled with emotion to be a threat to a Servant, especially one with Instinct that could feel the flow of battle. The attack was as misdirected as the mob's attack had been, and the knight easily saw the opening she could take to cut Catarina down in a single strike.

But she didn't take that opportunity. She didn't know what exactly was driving these emotions in the succubus, and... she did care for the woman. She would not cut her down over something so small as an emotional outburst with a knife.

Saber's hand came up quickly to catch the knife, the blade nestled between the fingers of her metal gauntlet. The blade locked in her grip, she held onto Catarina's hand and made sure to hold back enough to not break any bones as she didn't want to hurt her.

Hidden behind her visor, her eyes searched Catarina's, wondering how this had come to pass. And yet, she maintained her silence and made no counterattack.]

[divinitysoiled]

[Her blade caught, Catarina snarled and twisted for another punch. But something inside of her told her to hold back, that this wasn't the person she wanted to take her anger out on. This wasn't the silvered angel, not the hound, and not the strange administrator. This person was familiar and not a threat to her. The punch was thrown, but it was almost an afterthought]

[scorchedchivalry]

[Saber let the punch hit and dampened her prana so the woman wouldn't break her hand on impact. This did mean her visor broke in half and fell as it was a manifestation of her prana.

Pale yellow eyes unwavering stared back at Catarina and the red mark scrawled up her cheek, visible above the armor protecting her neck and jaw.]

Are you done? If not, you may strike me again.

[divinitysoiled]

Saber.

[Her first word to the woman, said on misdirected rage and a hint of longing and childishness. Catarina attacked her again, this time in a manner more benefitting a succubus; she darted forward and kissed her deeply, feeding.]

[But at the same time, she took refuge in the darkness of Saber. She needed it, the feeling of unrelenting and unjudging darkness]

sorry for the late, I was waiting to see how our other thread went first

[culbutiri]

[Nesir had been involved with the mob and spent the night in Jason's prison and mostly wasn't okay, she was furious. She was hiding it well though, she had managed to be polite enough that Chidori was making her a cloak and hadn't gotten into any fights yet.

The sound of laughter drew her though, it wasn't happy laughter; Nesir mostly hated that, but mad laughter. She would have guessed Richtofen except his laugh was lower...

When she saw the demon her eyebrows raised. Though the woman... scared wasn't the right word because Nesir was never scared, unnerved her, this she could understand. Murder and blood and anger. This made sense to Nesir.]

Do you be wanting help?

Tots understandable

[divinitysoiled]

Help? [Catarina turned to her, another laugh bubbling madly out of her at the sight of Nesir] And what could you do to help?

[culbutiri]

[Nesir doesn't like being laughed at and scowled but pulled her dagger out with a shrug.] Whatever you did be needing me to be doing.

[divinitysoiled]

[She rushed close suddenly, a knife angled to block any reflexive dagger strikes]

Give me distraction.

[culbutiri]

[She sees that dagger but makes no strikes, she has no reason to stab Catrina, not at the moment.] You do be wanting me to be distracting the monsters?

[divinitysoiled]

No. [She cupped Nesir's face with one hand, growling slightly]

Me.