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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.]

Comments

[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?

[andajarofdirt]

[Jack shrugged, and leaned in to press his lips, surprisingly, on her cheek.]

Darling, I think everything can be fun if you look at it from the right angle.

[divinitysoiled]

[The growl bubbled in her chest as her nose came to his shoulder, almost nuzzling him before her mouth opened and fastened on him]

[andajarofdirt]

[Jack winced a little, but didn't exactly pull away.]

Just for reference, are you going to take out your anger on me in the fun way or the staby way?

[divinitysoiled]

[Catarina paused at that, opening her mouth and pulling away]

Would you find either one fun?

[andajarofdirt]

[Jack snickered.]

Well, both could very well be fun, but the staby one might involve a sword. And not the usual one, I mean.

[divinitysoiled]

[She lifted her knife up so be could see it] You'd come back. I could carve you up and you would just come back.

[andajarofdirt]

Pretty much, yes.

[He looks nonplussed.]

But again, are you in the mood to kill someone or are you in the mood to fight something? There's a difference, you know?

[divinitysoiled]

[She blinked once, pulling away]

.... I just want the feeling to stop. Fuck me, fight me, make it stop.

[andajarofdirt]

Oh. One of those.

[He lets out a dramatic sigh.]

I think we might have to do both, yeah? It's okay, love, Captain Jack will make you feel better.

[divinitysoiled]

Then draw whichever sword we will fight with first and do it. Make my heart proud so hard I can hear nothing else.

[andajarofdirt]

[Grinning, he bows at her, before dutifully unsheathing his sword. No, not that one, the one hanging form his belt.]

Goes without saying that none of us plays fair, aye, sweetheart?

[divinitysoiled]

[Catarina saluted him with her knife, grinning madly]

I wouldn't have it any other way.

...I could have sworn I had tagged this already. 0__0

[andajarofdirt]

[Jack laughs at that.]

Good.

[And then swings at her.]

Re: ...I could have sworn I had tagged this already. 0__0

[divinitysoiled]

[Catarina dodged the swing easily, spinning smoothly into a high roundhouse kick]

[andajarofdirt]

[Jack either stumbled or rolled, it was hard to say, but he definitely avoided that one.]

Flexibility is definitely one of your better virtues, darling.

[Yes, yes, he went there. Also trying to kick at her ankles to trip her over, because he's classy that way.]

[divinitysoiled]

Of course it is. I've had plenty of practice.

[She went there too. Her feet kicked out from under her, she hit the ground on one shoulder, already rolling herself up back to her feet just enough to tackle him low]

[andajarofdirt]

So would you say you've mastered the art?

[Tackle him low, all it'll do is make him chuckle and throw out a knee to the gut.]

[divinitysoiled]

A few hundred years is enough to master such a thing, wouldn't you say?

[She grunted as he kneed her, then twisted with all her demonic strength to throw him to the ground]

[andajarofdirt]

[Ow. Rather than cry out at the extra strength of that throw, he bounces and rolls on the ground with a laugh.]

Who needs hundreds of years when you can use a bottle of rum and a good tongue?