[ open ] action for hel. | backdated to the evening of the 23rd.

[revanchisme]

[ lovely evening, isn't it? moon shining, wind howling. bit cold outside, which is probably why your windows are closed right now. you're probably either in bed or getting ready to be in bed. dog-earing that last page of your novel, doing your stretches, putting curlers in your hair or whatever it is you do to prepare you for your land of sleep and dreams and whatnot. and that's just the way it should be, even in the land of Hel, because even Hellions need their sleep, right--

well, wrong.

because guess who just... opened... your window.

a heavy footfall on your on your windowsill, unannounced. a maniacal grin. the masked man leaning into your room doesn't look friendly, and neither does that giant sword on his back. surprais. hope he didn't interrupt your peaceful night or anything, but he's a man on a mission, and you don't mess with men on missions. have a cheshire grin, even as he bows, flourished, mocking. ]

So, sorry to drop in unannounced, but I was afraid you wouldn't be home otherwise. Hope I didn't interrupt anything pressing-- [ a pause. ] Oh, but on second thought, I hope I did! It would make this dull night far more entertaining.

[ leaning into your room, now-- ] Of course, I'm not here for a mere social visit. There are few questions that I'm sure you feel compelled to answer in due time.

[ grinnnnn. he draws himself up, slit-like eyes peering out from behind the mask. ] Well? Shall we get tonight's entertainment underway?



[ ooc: so, berthier is searching for... kaz... and because he doesn't know he's searching for kaz, he's barging into rooms in Hel during the evening and sneering at people until he gets answers. for residents of Hel, feel free to assume that he barged into your character's room and react accordingly-- or conversely, feel free to assume he didn't barge into your character's room, if you don't want to deal with this maniac. he skipped a lot of rooms because he got bored.

for those people whose rooms he's hit up-- he won't hurt anyone unless you pull a knife out on him or something, and even then, he'll most likely just be fooling around. he'll just troll a little, sneer a little, ask a few questions, possibly wave his sword around a little, and then he'll leave (and he'll leave the window open, the bastard).

and if you're kaz? well. c': ]

Comments

[parasiteye]

Smoothly...how?

[revanchisme]

Like a piano tuned to tragedy. [ advancing even as he says this-- ]

Tell me, what's your name? Do you like books?

[parasiteye]

[ ....Books?

Oh fuck LUCILLE HE IS GOING TO MURDER YOU. In the meantime though, he's backing up and trying to shove some body control onto Bertha to stop him ]

--Back the fuck off! I hate 'em!

[revanchisme]

But we have so much more to talk about! What about mugging? Do you like mugging people? And women? What of women, those dastardly creatures--

[ he breaks off, here, a curious expression on the bottom half of his face. stops in his tracks-- kinda felt like... something was pushing at him--

almost reflexively, the sword comes down towards you, kaz. ]

[parasiteye]

[ SCREAM yeah he's jumping out of the way as fast as he can and shoving more force at him ]

What the hell is your problem?!

[revanchisme]

[ che. missed. he retracts into a crouch, as though ready to chase, when there it is again-- oh god what is that unpleasant feeling. it makes him double take, the unfamiliar feeling of his limbs constricting.

with something like a hiss, he lashes out again. welp, say hi to a dent in the wall, hel. he'll just stare at his sword arm with a curious look on his face. ]

Oh, peculiar.

[parasiteye]

W...w-what? [ SHUFFLING BACKWARD... ]

[revanchisme]

[ turning to you. his smile is all teeth, man. ]

Isn't that my question? Just what-- [ CHARGES ] --do you think you are doing?

[parasiteye]

[ SCREAM SHOVING AS MUCH BODY CONTROL AT BERTHA IS WHAT HE IS DOING, right as he tries to scramble for his feet and draw a dagger ]

[revanchisme]

[ oh god body control is like a punch in the face, man. it's like his limbs aren't listening to him anymore. he kind of freezes up, unable to attack-- dammit!!

... brb another sword swing at the wall through your body control mind-witchery :c collateral damage all around. it seems to help, though. his eyes gleam-- ]

And this must be the magic that wretch spoke about. What was it again? Control? The control of shadows? No, but it's far too direct--

[ pulling his sword out of the wall. ] Body control, was it? Is this what it is? Hm?

[parasiteye]

Fuck you, that's what it is! [ sdjksfk yep, throwing that knife at your head Bertha, and trying to at least inhibit his movement enough to...get him with it, idk ]

[revanchisme]

[ well, it semi-works! the body control thing really is getting annoying, especially when he finds the knife flying towards him and him being viscerally unable to move his head, for some reason.

however, he doesn't really know the meaning of fear-- instead, he digs the hilt of his sword into the palm of his hand, drawing blood. suddenly, jerking his head to the right, the knife grazes his cheek, scraping across his mask. ... fuuuuu that was his only mask!!

he jumps back at this, however, as though to regroup. ]

[parasiteye]

[ KAZ IS HEADED DOWN THE WALL AS FAST AS POSSIBLE THEN. Anything to get away from the crazy here, and cursing under his breath.

Lucille he is going to murder you ]

[revanchisme]

[ watches you go! he's not supposed to hurt you, anyway-- he gave his word. still, though, it's been a while since someone's injured him. licking his hand and rubbing at his wound!

then, sheathing his sword, before bending down to pick up the knife. ... pause.

lick.

mm, tingly.




kind of shoves it into a holster before turning back. gonna kick down your door, kaz, and then break your window so he can leave out of it. ]