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[demonsblood.livejournal.com]

[It's been a while! Mion and Rena have been quite busy since the Astral Plane's fixture. They're off to the side, away from the heavy flow of traffic, but if one would look a bit closer, they would see that there are red splatters on their cheeks, and stains on their school uniforms. And let's not forget the weapons in hand!]

[Rena looks over at Mion, eyes cat-like.] Why did that have to happen, Mii-chan?

[Mion glances around the Plane and then down at the three long nails in her palm before closing her fist tightly.] We aren't the crazy ones. R-rena, they were, they— [The older girl scrapes at her neck with a fingernail and coughs.]

[Rena scratches her own neck absent-mindedly.] I wish they'd believed us, I do... [She glances down at her cleaver.] But at least we helped in the end.


[ooc; expect violence. :|b]

Comments

[madamemoiselle]

Ah~ {Hungry Diva is still, what do you know, hungry. And when you arrive splattered with blood, it's like a dinner invitation}

Ne, you must have gotten into trouble, then~

[cutecleaver.livejournal.com]

[She nods.] Lots and lots and--and lots. [Sad Rena in snow.]

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, how terrible~ What kind of trouble?

[cutecleaver.livejournal.com]

Everyone... They all went crazy! So we--Mii-chan and me, we had to-- We had to--

For Oyashiro-sama, we had to.

[madamemoiselle]

So you murdered them.

[cutecleaver.livejournal.com]

We saved them, we did.

[madamemoiselle]

Is that so? Saved them from what, being killed by something else?

[demonsblood.livejournal.com]

[Most of it is others' blood, sry2say. BUT BLOOD IS BLOOD, AMIRITE? She looks over at Diva, unfazed.]

It was quite easy, actually.

[madamemoiselle]

{Blood is, indeed, blood} Ah, then it was you that killed someone?

[demonsblood.livejournal.com]

Ah, but we had to do it before they did.

It was for the best~

[madamemoiselle]

They? Who is they?

[demonsblood.livejournal.com]

Everyone. It was the only way, you see.

[madamemoiselle]

Ah~ Killing people for the best? That sounds like something Amshel would say. Apparently, it's not really that way at all. Murder is still murder, they say.

[demonsblood.livejournal.com]

Maybe you should practice what you preach. [Mion scratches at her neck until a few drops of blood land on her arm; her eyes go wide and she quickly smears them away.]

T-the maggots—

[madamemoiselle]

{Diva just laughs. Unfortunately, Amshel or no Amshel, she's still a heartless bitch for the most part} But there's no reason to! I kill when I need to kill, but I don't cover it up with pretty words, you know?

[demonsblood.livejournal.com]

[Mion scoffs, and her nails only dig in harder at the accusation.] Are you calling me a liar? Saying that I—

No, no, it was the will of Oyashiro-sama.

[madamemoiselle]

Not a liar! Just that there's not any reason to sugarcoat your words when the blood is on you.

[demonsblood.livejournal.com]

[She finally glances down at her clothes. Oh hey, would you look at that! Mion looks back up at Diva and continues to scratch.]

[madamemoiselle]

Ah, you didn't notice?

[demonsblood.livejournal.com]

It does not matter to me. [There are maggots caught under her fingernails, so she takes a long nail and begins digging at them, trying to get them out.]

[madamemoiselle]

{Watches with disinterest} Obviously not. Ne, why are you doing that?

[demonsblood.livejournal.com]

The maggots, they're trying to crawl back inside. [It's obvious that she's hallucinating, and all she's doing is more of a mess, slowly working each nail off while blood (and maggots, maggots, maggots) drip off her fingers and onto the floor.]

[madamemoiselle]

Oh my...You're wasting all of those maggots, you know.

[demonsblood.livejournal.com]

[Mion looks up at Diva, eyes wide with surprise, and maybe just a bit of disgust.] Does Diva eat maggots~?

[When she's satisfied with the attention she's given her nails, which are all nearly half-peeled off, the hand with fingernails still intact moves to continue scratching at her neck.]

Maybe you could help me. [And get a free meal!]

[madamemoiselle]

On occasion, yes. {Smiles} It's a part of my diet, I'm afraid.

Ne, but I'd be glad to help.