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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 10, 2011 20:35:06 GMT -5
"I suppose we need to get out more often then, herm? Can't go too long without any fun." He gave the cat a rather sadistic grin.
The waitress arrived rather quickly, holding a pen and paper at the ready. "Hello! I'll be your waitress today. Are you ready to order or should I just start you off with drinks?" The highlander mix was a rather small mouse, though her voice projected quite well.
Lythero's nose wrinkled a bit before he gave her his hastily decided order. He was half tempted to give the low ranked woman a swift kick when she walked away. She was far too nice and was probably secretly looking down on them. Highlanders. Maybe they should just lay waste to this little shop. It was almost empty and it was an off hour.
He laced his fingers together and waited for the waitress to leave, giving her a dirty look the entire time.
"Perhaps we should try a non-Highlander infested restaurant next time we want some proper food? I think this one isn't going to be standing for much longer. Unless they suddenly have an amazing turn around."
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Post by Lucca on Mar 11, 2011 7:25:16 GMT -5
Nellwyn returned the grin, fangs gleaming slightly in the light. "My thoughts exactly," she very nearly purred, and probably would have said something further but then a damned Highlander showed up. Yeah yeah, she was their waitress. That didn't stop her from being so perky it made Nell want to hurl. She gave the woman a smile that was nowhere near as nice as her usual faked one, and then recited her order in a tone that most Cards reserved for those who were particularly slow, because the girl didn't seem all that bright.
Her ears went forward and she smiled in satisfaction when the Mouse left. Oh, their orders had better be perfect this time. "Yes, we certainly should. Sadly, most of them are like this around the area," she said with a slight sigh. Of course, she did like the implications in Lythero's last statement. "This better be the most amazing service we've ever gotten." Her voice was light and breezy, but her grin was sadistic, and she didn't bother to keep her voice really low. Let them all think what they would...she didn't fear their opinions at all today!
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 12, 2011 1:57:24 GMT -5
The man chuckled at the expression on the cat's face. She was the picture of perfection, wasn't she? "Perhaps we should make a little trip out of this stuffy little realm? The City isn't particularly fantastic but there are a few redeemable places there. And at least some of the people are prettier than these pathetic half wits."
He plucked one of the freshly cut flowers out of the vase, twirling it in his fingers briefly. With a quick motion he snapped the steam. "There's so little good throughout the realms. Half breeds and idiots don't even know about my story and the ones that do are wastes of time." His nose wrinkled briefly. "Enough of that, I'll punish them soon enough. We should talk about more cheerful things."
The waitress interrupted again. It was quite clear from Lythero's expression that he was unamused. She set down their drinks cheerily, gave them an estimate on the amount of time their meals were going to take, and she hurried off again. She still seemed oblivious to the actual mood of the pair.
"Do you think she's a product of inbreeding?"
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Post by Lucca on Mar 12, 2011 10:47:26 GMT -5
Mrs. White grinned. Oh, she liked the way that Lythero thought. He was so delightfully open about the sorts of things that most Cards were too wussy and bleeding-hearted to consider. "The city is where I try to spend the majority of my off days," she admitted with a small shrug. "At least there you can kill someone in an alley and not really have to deal with any consequences." She watched as he snapped the flower cleanly, and thought about how he might do the same to some Highlander's head. The thought gave her lovely shivers down her spine.
Of course...the waitress appeared then with their drinks, and Mrs. White's furry ears went back. How unfortunate. Lythero had been about to say something interesting, she was sure. She snickered cruelly at his jab. "She's certainly the product of something, even if it's parents who didn't know how to properly cull their litters." She said this as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, because to her it was. She didn't talk about it often, for obvious reasons, but in her family it was a common practice. A weak child would never survive in the Wood anyway, so it was something of a kindness to give them a quick death before they really knew they were alive.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 16, 2011 0:18:48 GMT -5
Kill a card in an alley without consequence? The city was poorly tended to. It was possible that he could get away with something else besides murder. Perhaps he could corner that young Tulgey... perhaps he could have a little help.
He brushed the thoughts aside. He would save that for later.
"It's a shame that most people don't believe in tough love like that. I suppose that's why idiots keep breeding," He said as he twirled the steam in his hands. "What do you say we take matters into our own hands when she comes back? I don't want to ruin a chance at a pleasant little meal but I think it would be more of an injustice to let that waste of space live."
He glanced back at the hostess. Herm. What to do about her? If they took out the waitress they would at least have to do away with her as well. And probably the rest of the kitchen staff to leave no witnesses. Or they could single out the little waitress.
More death would be more fun, and it would certainly take care of the overpopulation problem.
"And what to do about the rest of them then? Should we punish them all?"
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Post by Lucca on Mar 16, 2011 9:58:03 GMT -5
Nellwyn smiled. She could almost purr, it was so nice to be out here, and free, and with someone who understood in the way that so very few did. Her fluffy tail twitched as she watched Lythero continuing to play with the stem. "It won't ruin anything," she said casually. "When she comes next she'll be bringing the food. We can give her what she deserves and then...eat a very pleasant, uninterrupted meal." It sounded wonderful. Nothing got the appetite up quite like a good killing, after all.
Oh, right. The rest of them. Nell's tail flicked as she gave them all a disdainful look. Such annoying little flies. Their lives had no more value than that, really. And with very little effort she could summon up the rage she'd been feeling earlier at Scrooge McDuck. The smug look on his bill and the way he acted as if he actually cared...as if she should be happy to wipe his hideous webbed feet.
She looked at all the gold and white and red, and all she could think was that there was not enough red. Not nearly enough. "Yes," she hissed, and the word fairly thrummed with power and the need for blood.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 20, 2011 20:56:54 GMT -5
Oh she was such a bright point in his bleak little quest to properly right the world. He gave her a wicked grin as he put the broken flower back into the vase. "Very well then, My lovely lady, we'll punish them all."
The waitress returned shortly afterwards, carrying their meals with careful precision. She set there food down with a gracious smile. "Is there anything else I can do for you two?" she asked.
"Yes actually," the man said as he beckoned the woman closer. He picked up the salad fork that was laying on the napkin. The woman hesitated for a moment but when beckoned leaned forward to listen to the man's request.
He promptly jabbed the knife in her throat, aiming for the vital point that was easily exposed. She let out a gasp of surprise when he yanked the fork out of her. The woman frantically struggled to cover the spurting wound.
A smile graced his face as he tried not to laugh. The hostess made a alarmed sound as she rushed over to aid the fallen waitress. Perfect. She had apparently missed his actions and just assumed that there was a accident or something.
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Post by Lucca on Mar 21, 2011 8:01:49 GMT -5
Nellwyn's only response to that was a deep, rumbling purr, her claws coming out as she kneaded a bit at the seat. This was going to be amazing. When the waitress came back over, she accepted her food, but she was much more interested in what her dining companion was going to do. And she wasn't disappointed. Her eyes lit up with sadistic glee, she watched as Lythero used his fork to deal a probably-fatal blow to the woman. A low noise of appreciation and pleasure came up from her throat as she looked over at the other Tulgey.
And then, of course, the hostess came running over. "My turn," she hissed, fangs gleaming as she smiled wickedly. As the hostess came over, Nellwyn leaped with all the grace afforded her feline form, pouncing on the woman and making her gasp as both black-tipped front paws landed right on her chest, cutting off her air. She stuck her claws out slowly, savoring the struggles and small cries of pain from her victim, before pulling the small knife that she never went anywhere without out of her purse and stabbing the hostess right between two of her ribs.
She pulled her knife back out, looking at the drops of blood on it almost curiously.
Fluent Knife: This beautiful, but stately little knife is only the size of an ordinary kitchen knife, and seems plain, but quite fine and easy to wield.
It will only obey one master per lifetime and will remain with its current one, working only for her until she dies. Then, it will look for a new one, so to speak.
When a victim is cut with the blade, they will take three times as long as normal to heal from it.
For example: If a small cut on the arm is made, and would normally take about 10 hours to heal, it would take about two days to heal normally.
A deep cut that might take a week to recover from, will suddenly take three, and so on.
Though it still allows blood to clot quickly, the knife makes the continually open wound incredibly painful and unpleasant to deal with...much like its owner when angered...
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 21, 2011 19:33:11 GMT -5
It was a wonderful sight. The woman on the ground gasping for breath, the hostess running to her side only to hit the ground thanks to the feline Tulgey. She didn't even see it coming, the look on her face was priceless when Nellwyn slipped the blade between the Highlander's ribs.
A chuckle escaped him. The waitress was still struggling to keep conscious, she didn't have much longer as it was. He made a tsking sound as he knelt down besides her. "You Highlanders really are pathetic," he said as he rain his talons across her entire throat. He felt smug satisfaction as he watched the woman's terror before she faded from existence.
He sat crouched for a few moments as his eyes wandered over to the feline. Would she want to hunt out the people in the kitchen or would she want them to come to them? Or perhaps they would be lucky enough that the idiots wouldn't even investigate. They had been fairly quiet.
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Post by Lucca on Mar 22, 2011 8:11:35 GMT -5
After a moment of careful consideration, Nellwyn licked her knife clean of blood, purring quietly. When she finally got off the woman, twitching her fluffy tail, and looked over toward Lythero, her eyes were dark, and she was still purring quietly. Some would think this might mean her blood-lust had been sated...but far from it, really. She was just getting started.
But she smiled at Lythero, a dark, cruel, delighted smile that few outside of the Wood had really seen before...well, few of those that had lived through the experience. The hostess gasped, still trying to cling to life, but she was too far gone to even scream, so Nellwyn ignored her. "Hm, that was...refreshing. I'm feeling a bit...peckish, now. Should we eat before we finish off the rest? Of course, if the food is awful, we could always make the death of the cook that much more painful." She hopped back up onto her chair and went to nibble on her food.
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