towerofanimus | (no subject)

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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[...hey, no fair, he was using that air in his lungs!]

I thought you liked the nature of me.

[Is he leering? Of course he's leering.]

Did I ever say I didn't? [And that was a kiss, a particularly soul sucking one at that]

[A moan, and slamming the hilt of his sword against her side.]

Ah, the Judas' kiss, always a classic, that one.

[She recoiled slightly, grinning]

One of my favorites.

I am thoroughly unsurprised.

[She laughed darkly, circling around him. She rushed him first, this time slicing out with her knife]

[She'll get a tear on his clothes and maybe some flecks of blood, but he seems thoroughly unconcerned with that, sliding to the side with a grin.]

You're wearing a lot more clothes than I expected you to, for when the Judas kiss rolled around, though.

I'm unpredictable like that. [And she pressed it, slicing again]

[This time he parried her with the sword, seemingly unconcerned at the difference in length of the blades.]

You are, maddeningly so~

[It's a compliment, though.]

[She grinned at him, her hips swaying slightly]

I do like that. "Maddeningly." I do like making people mad.

You would.

[Jack sashayed his next three steps before trying to stab her again.]

You're certainly good at it.

[Catarina twisted out of the way, her movements rapidly turning more sexual]

Natural talent aided by practice, of course.

[Jack arched a brow.]

Can't forget judicious experimentation. It's my favorite part.

Of course. [She darted forward, her free hand coming up to grip his shirt and nearly tear it off as her lips came in to kiss him again.]

[He muffled a curse into her lips, and then grinned as he use a foot to try and trip her backwards.]

Oops.