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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 22, 2011 20:55:58 GMT -5
"I think eating would be a grand idea. These Highlanders did go quietly, so I doubt anyone is going to bother to interupt our meal," He said as he pulled out Nellwyn's chair. She was a proper lady, she needed to be treated like one. He would wait until she had taken a seat before returning to his own.
He eyed the meal that had been brought out to him. A traditional sort of soup along with a nice hot sandwich. There was no possible way someone could muck up a meal like this. He took his time sampling a bit of soup and a nice bit of the sandwich. For once the Highlanders had managed to do something properly. It wasn't even too salty or anything ridiculous like that.
Maybe they would go easy on the cook. Then again he hadn't done a spectacular job, and he was still, most likely, a Highlander.
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Post by Lucca on Mar 23, 2011 9:39:36 GMT -5
"Hm, I certainly hope not," Nellwyn purred, and rubbed her head against Lythero's hand a bit in thanks for pulling out her chair. He was certainly a proper gentleman, and she could appreciate that. It was nice to be served instead of always having to serve others, for once. It was also nice to have it acknowledged that she was a lady -and- a merciless killer. For some reason a lot of Cards seemed to think those two things were mutually exclusive.
The Feline tasted her meal, a bit of fish and some bread, and found herself satisfied. It was certainly better than the horrible fare at that other place, though it wasn't quite as well-seasoned as she would have liked. Perhaps the cook's death would be quick and relatively painless. Then again it depended on how annoying he was when they went back there. If he snapped at them for daring to be in his kitchen, then he deserved whatever he got as a result. Bloody Highlanders.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 28, 2011 20:41:05 GMT -5
Lythero folded his napkin and set it on his plate. The lovely lady looked like she was finished as well. Now they could finish there little game with the staff members of this place. "Shall we?" he said as he stood up and motioned to the door that led to the kitchen.
He would hold the door for the feline so she could walk through unhindered.
There were two people in the kitchen, someone was nosily washing dishes in the back sink, and the cook seemed to be reading a newspaper. The Highlander mix looked up with a curious expression, clearly expecting to see the waitress. His face fell when he saw the cat and the mix breed.
"I'm sorry, you're not supposed to be back here Ma'am and Sir."
"Oh but we wanted to thank you personally for the wonderful meal," Lythero said as he slipped the door shut behind him. The smile on his face was a mile wide. There were so many ways to kill the two people in here.
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Post by Lucca on Mar 29, 2011 14:43:58 GMT -5
"Yes," Nellwyn said simply, and it was enough. Her tail swayed lazily as they walked toward the kitchen, avoiding the now-dead bodies near their table with a few extra steps of her black-tipped paws. The death of the restaurant would be swift, and silent, and wonderful. Full and content, Nellwyn inclined her head to Lythero as he held open the door and sauntered into the kitchen.
"It was delicious! Both the dinner and the...entertainment," she purred after the mix, pink eyes flashing. She bared her fangs in a gleaming, dangerous smile. "We couldn't leave without...speaking to you." A slow, steady purr rumbled up, and she looked about the room curiously. She had her Hearts ability, and she was sure she could use it to make some rather interesting weapons. The cook had made a good meal, so he deserved something a little more...special than a knife, even if it was a mildly enchanted one.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Apr 4, 2011 20:54:27 GMT -5
"Entertainment?" The Highlander looked a little confused as he slowly folded his newspaper. What were these people talking about and why hadn't anyone stopped them from coming back here? Where was that half wit waitress anyway?
Lythero slowly made his way towards the other person in the room. They seemed to be ignoring what was going on in favor of focusing on the dishes. He could just stab them from behind. They probably wouldn't notice until it was too late. "Yes, entertainment. You have a very fine establish here Mister..." He lightly tapped the dishwasher with a talon.
They jumped and nearly broke the dish. They seemed to be mostly Torquehelm with just a spot of Highlander.
The Cook shifted awkwardly as he glanced back at the Tulgey hybrid and then back to the cat. "Ah thank you for the compliments, is there... anything else we can do for you?"
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Post by Lucca on Apr 6, 2011 9:01:24 GMT -5
Nellwyn simply smiled in a way that seemed to convey the opposite of what it should have, and sauntered a few steps closer to the cook, still thinking about weapons. Her eyes fell on a skewer, probably used to cook some sort of meat over a fire directly, and still sitting waiting to be washed. That might work. Her tail swished lazily and her claws flexed out and back in.
She turned to fix the cook with a stare, trying not to laugh as the dishwasher jumped. Such a flighty little thing. He might try to run when they started the killing. But she wanted to time it perfectly, and to wait for Lythero's signal. She moved over to the skewer she'd seen before and caressed the edge with a paw. Oh...oh, what had the cook just said? They weren't going to get a better straight line than that, were they? Pity, it was time to stop playing with their victims. "I believe there just might be," she whispered, and then picked up the skewer and lunged for the cook, activating her moderate ability while in the air.
Moderate Magical Ability: When activated, she gains an immediate proficiency with any weapon that she picks up. This can be activated and deactivated at will.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Apr 16, 2011 0:31:02 GMT -5
Lythero smiled when the cook asked the question. He was close enough to the dishwasher that he could catch them off guard. He didn't look back to see what Mrs. White was doing, he knew full well that she would take the chance that was give to her, and heard the faint sound of metal scrapping against the counter top.
The hybrid took the dishwasher by the back of the head and forced their face into the soapy water of the sink. He made sure to use both hands so the struggle would at least be a little easier to deal. Drowning. It was a slow and painful death that someone could feel every moment.
He didn't let go until they stopped struggling and he was sure that every ounce of life had left them. It was a delightful feeling.
The cook was in no way prepared for what was going to happen. His eyes widened in shock when he saw the Heart feline hurdling towards him. By the time he could process what was happening he felt the skewer pierce his flesh. A shriek escaped him as he hit the ground, his head smacking into the cabinets as he went.
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Post by Lucca on Apr 18, 2011 10:53:51 GMT -5
Nellwyn's eyes blazed with excitement as she felt the tip of her make-shift weapon pierce the flesh of the cook. His shriek was music to her ears and she went down with him, purring loudly as she wiggled the skewer around to free it, only so she could stab it in again in a different spot. She laughed for sheer joy and put her face close to the wound, trembling at the smell of fresh blood.
"Don't go to sleep on me, now, darling," she purred to the cook. "You need to make more lovely sounds of pain, first." She smacked him roughly across the head with a paw, pleased when she heard the faint groan that meant the knock on the head hadn't actually sent him unconscious. He was very woozy, though, and she doubted he had much fight left in him. She idly traced a long line down his face with a claw, and was rewarded with a lovely little scream. "Don't worry," she purred at him. "The last meal you cooked was a good one, and your last customers quite satisfied." Her fluffy tail twitched and she drew out the skewer again, judging her aim carefully before stabbing it back it.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Apr 20, 2011 1:44:28 GMT -5
The life slowly drained out of the dishwasher. Lythero tightly squeezed until the body went limp beneath his hands. He made a soft sound if disappointed that it hadn't taken all that long for the unfortunate soul to give up. The body slumped awkwardly when he let it go, the head was still in the water when Lythero turned away to see what Mrs. White was up to.
She was taking her sweet time with the cook. It was wonderful to actually see the work in progress. His tail twitched into a wag. She was beauty in motion. A calculated killer fury that extinguished those who weren't worthy. There was a chill of delight that ran up his spine.
The cook was at a bit of a loss. He was struggling to comprehend what exactly was happening to him. There was no escape, and even as he floundered to grab some sort of protection he knew it was too late. Tears were in his eyes as the woman spoke of not worrying.
This wasn't how he had imagined the end being. "No please..." he whispered faintly before she stabbed him again with precision.
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Post by Lucca on Apr 20, 2011 9:04:03 GMT -5
Nellwyn was still purring, taking an almost obscene delight from the pleas of the cook, from the terror on his face. "Good night, my dear," she hissed, as she watched the light go out of his eyes. She sprang lightly off of the body as it went limp, the heart giving one or two last, furtive beats before ceasing for good. She stared for another minute, taking in the sight of beautiful death, before daintily licking the blood off her paws.
Then she turned to see what had become of the dishwasher. Drowning. How wonderfully appropriate of a death. Eyes dark and still purring faintly, she turned to her Tulgey companion. "I must thank you," she said slowly, almost sweetly. "This is the most fun I've had in a long time." She sauntered closer to him, fluffy tail twitching. The room smelled like death and blood, so strongly it would have sickened most other Cards, but the Feline didn't mind it at all. The smell merely sated that predator part of her brain that had been awoken, that had reveled in taking the life out of those restaurant employees. Those foolish Highlanders.
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