Precision (Closed)

[Kitty]

[[ Gonna go ahead and tack a warning up here that this thread starts off rather ... .gory ... so if you don't want gore... don't read XD ]]

Precision, that was what it was all about and that's what drove him on. He'd never intended for the evening to go as wrong as it had, but his bloody client hadn't informed him that the target was nocturnal and therefor his usual sneak in in the dead of night, get the job done, acquire the proof and vanish technique just wasn't going to work. This damn mixed breed caught him off guard and even got a swing of a dagger in to cut him across the collar bone near his rank. He'd reacted to slowly and it could have cost him.... maybe he was getting to old for this?

No, he'd never admit to that. He'd do this until the day he died if he had any say in it. No, the answer probably would make Morpheus the voice of reason and, really, he didn't want to think about that. Then again, when was the last time he'd eaten? He couldn't quite remember.... he'd have to see about that when he got back t the palace.

But for now he was in an alley, hunched over the still warm corpse of the most difficult target he'd had to date, taking the man's own dagger and 'personalizing' the cooling body. Each stroke, through fur and flesh, was controlled, well ... a little shaky but mostly controlled, and precise. He fully intended to make this specific corpse so horribly mutilated that no one would be able to tell who, or what, it had been just by looking. The cream and black jerkin that he wore, which projected a complete aura of silence in the four foot vicinity around him, was getting horribly dirty in the process. He'd be spending half a day just getting the stains out of the lighter fabric, but it was completely worth it.

After he was done with his fun, he'd need to collect the man's hand and be done with it all. Too bad the jerkin also made him deaf to the world and completely unaware of the fact that someone was approaching.

[Kari Muffin]

Even if Osais hadn't been wearing his magical jerkin, Conway would have made no sound. Each of the boy's steps were silent as he held his spine to prevent things from clicking. He had heard something, or he thought he had.... like a fight. His curiosity had gotten the better of him. Conway had no place to go for the night, so he was simply wandering. Coming across some action was almost a blessing.

He peered around the corner to spy the form of the Lowland rat. Lowlanders were always weird... the Hisstor was never quite sure what to think of them, and this one was covered in blood and carving a body up. Could he actually get away with that?

This was one of the moments the Joker wished that he had a shadow, maybe then the Lowlander would notice him. Instead, Conway slipped around the corner and watched the events unfold. Hopefully things would stay interesting.

[Kitty]

He wasn't an exceptionally creative soul and, as he continued to hack away at fur and flesh, his motions would become a bit more crude and a little less even. He'd had his fun, really, and now he just wanted to get to the grand finale.... but there was still one thing left to do. He certainly couldn't leave the face so .... intact. It wasn't any 'fun' for those who came along behind him if they could just look at the face and guess who it was now was it?

He did pause briefly as he thought he might have felt eyes on him and, acting more on instinct then logic since he knew he couldn't hear a thing, flicked an ear in Conway's direction as if he'd heard something, and then focused on the feline mix once more.

He lifted the dagger and, at first, ran the blade lightly and almsot... tenderly over his cheek and watched as the blade gave a small, somewhat dull glimmer in the dim lighting. His expression changed to something a bit more focused and a lot more angry and he lifted the blade up and then proceeded to stab the already dead card in various places over his skull. His mouth opened slightly and his expression shifted again, giving him the appearance of someone who was laughing but ... no sound would accompany it.

And then, once satisfied with that, it was time to get what he'd been asked to... and, upon closer inspection, he saw why. There in the fur of the Selkie was a rather distinct scar that almost made it look as if he'd nearly had his hand cut through at one point. Well, didn't do him any good now did it? Thus he slid the blade, whose tip had broken off at some point, out of the cat's skull and lifted up his arm to begin the delicate process of cutting and peeling back the skin of his wrist to better get at the tendons and ligaments underneath, his tail twitching silently all the while.

[Kari Muffin]

Conway felt no need to interrupt the rat's "fun." Conway had never been the type to carve up bodies. He normally just stabbed them or let them bleed to death. Then again it had been a while since he bothered to kill someone. He hadn't had many "requests" from the few people who knew what he was.

Watching someone's method of killing was an interesting process. However the Joker had to wonder what the man was going to do after stabbing the feline in the face so many times. It looked like the blade was growing dull... and even though he was skinning the arm would he be able to cut through all the muscles and... bones. Conway chuckled to himself--and not a single person would be able to hear it--the idea of skinning someone and using their bones for decoration just made him happy inside. Maybe he could take the cat's head when the Lowlander was finished and gone.... but he might want to have a conversation with this person.

The Joker moved a bit closer. He was still out of slashing reach, but close enough to get a better view of the carnage.

The wolf couldn't help but feel slightly better with the smell of blood in the air.

[Kitty]

The dullness of the blade only meant that he had to put a bit more force behind his sawing motions to cut through muscle and tendon alike... he didn't need it to cut through the bone, he had other ideas for that. He did make a few jabs and dagger wiggle at and in the joint though, making sure it was loose enough for him to finish the job. When he felt it was, he twisted the limp arm and admired his work, and the exposed bone, before standing with the hand still held in his. It almost looked like he was trying to help the man stand .... if it hadn't been for all the blood and stab wounds.

He tightened his grip on the arm and lifted up a foot and slammed it down as hard as he could. He had to do it again, the joint not fully disconnecting from the socket the first time, but then his hand came away with the corpses and his foot pinned the arm to the ground, and everything was just as silent as Conway.

However, it was then that he noticed the boy standing there, and nearer to him then he would have normally liked to boot. However, his blood was still coursing with the thrill, and adrenaline, of the kill and mutilation process, and it flowed through his veins like a wonderful drug. So, instead of having a rather negative reaction to his uninvited 'company', he simply curled the corners of his muzzle up into a sadistic grin that showed off his yellow teeth.

His tail would be what gave away the fact that he was ready for a fight as it curled and stiffened behind him, but he made no move to rush the younger card .... he simply stood there grinning and holding his prize.

[Kari Muffin]

Conway would have purred if he was a cat. Blood and Bone, they looked so pretty sometimes. Today was a good night, now wasn't it? He watched as the man turned around--he was a very bony Lowland... unless they all looked like that. Not like Conway ever really paid attention to those details.

The wolf raised an eyebrow as he watched the rat's mouth curl into a smirk. Well he was a sadistic bastard wasn't he? Conway didn't make so much as a move besides tilting his head. Maybe he should actually say something?

"Do you often find yourself mutilating bodies in an alley way?" Conway said, making sure the man could hear him. He knew nothing of the man's shirt, and simply assumed that he hadn't heard him because of his Joker's powers. Conway glanced down at the hand of the victim. Was he a hitman taking back proof or did he just like collecting body parts.

[Kitty]

He continued to stare at the man, golden eyes glinting with glee.... he'd locked himself away up in that room far to long! This was terribly fun, even though his very bones seemed to ache from all the activity. But the scent of blood... the feel of it crusting on his wiry fur .... it was all so very worth it. And all so very .... calming. Plus the boy was obviously of his sort if he was still standing in the alley without a look that rested on some level of horror or another. In fact, if he wasn't mistaken, he could have sworn the human looked rather happy to be where he was.

And when Conway spoke his lack of hearing wasn't an issue at all, he was, after all, a master at lip reading and from this very short distance he didn't miss a word of what was said. His ears twitched forward for a moment in thought before he lifted up the severed hand and placed a finger or two in his mouth to hold it whilst he slipped the jerkin off, revealing rather .... pretty and intricate swirl markings for a lowlander, and began folding it neatly before throwing it over his shoulder and removing the hand from his mouth. Now two way communication was entirely possible ... he didn't know how well this one was at reading lips.

His voice was deep and gruff but at the same time it held and odd... cheerful ring to it as well.... for the moment.

Actually, it's quite a nice pastime .... you some kind of voyeur there or.... perhaps a necrophiliac?

Oh yes, he wasn't on court grounds at the time being and thus could be himself fully, and yes .... that meant he could be as crude as he wanted.

[Kari Muffin]

Conway took the comment with a grain of salt. He wasn't the most charming person, nor was he the most talented person when it came to conversation. "Watching someone being mutilated is a sport. I enjoy it sometimes."

The Joker took a step back when he noticed the letter on the man's chest. High ranking individuals made him painfully uncomfortable. There was always a chance that they would do something that could hurt him. Choking down his anxiety he returned to the conversation.

"How do you get away with it? I mean... killing someone so easily?" Sure they were in the bad part of town but not many people managed to kill so easily, back allies or not. That or Conway only really got the high profile targets.

He glanced back at the body. Maybe he could take the head and use the skull for something. Cats did have an interesting shaped head.... right conversation. Focus.

[Kitty]

So he had been right, the other man did enjoy this sort of thing .... made him wonder if he'd ever done it before. Then again, most people were never just satisfied watching something be killed forever.... so either he had, or he would eventually. Either way, his usual paranoia was beginning to return in replace of his fading blood high. And the wound above his rank? Well, it was healing it's self as they spoke. That was the good thing about the area it was in, it might have been to the bone but ... it was terribly shallow.

It all depends, really, on if I'm seen .... and who sees me.

He arched a brow slowly before using the boy's momentary distraction to begin a slow circle around him, tail slightly more curled then before, but just as stiff. He may have been a prey animal by breed, but his actions were rather .... predatory. Then again .... doing what he'd just done in the alley wasn't very .... prey like either.

You got a name?

And .... stupid human forms with their clothes ... he couldn't tell what rank the man was and it made things .... so much harder to figure out.

But as of now, well, he didn't have a plan... it all depended on what Conway might have to say .... and what actions he'd take.

[Kari Muffin]

Conway tensed when he noticed that he was being circled. His nails digging into his hands so he could actually focus on one thing. He didn't want to die at this very moment, so he had to stay aware.

A name? Should he actually bother to give his real name. Then again it's not like anyone would have heard of him. If they had it meant that Conway needed to kill a few more people on the list of who knew what he was.

"Conway. And does a King of Diamonds have a name as well, or should I just call you Sir?" he said as his fingers played with his bracelet. He shifted enough that the pieces of his spine swayed and clicked together. He was really getting nervous all of a sudden. Being watched wasn't his favorite thing.

"I've never seen a Diamond Lowlander before...." He said as he kept his eyes trained on the rat. Then again he hadn't really seen any Lowlanders before.