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[protectndestroy.livejournal.com]

*In the dungeons torturing oath breakers.*

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[unhappyhellgod.livejournal.com]

*leans against the wall, watching* You okay?

[protectndestroy.livejournal.com]

Perfectly fine. *He takes a particularly vicious swipe at the man chained to the table.*

[unhappyhellgod.livejournal.com]

Then why the slice and dice?

[protectndestroy.livejournal.com]

Recreational sport.

[unhappyhellgod.livejournal.com]

Yeah... *steps closer to him, picking up a sword just in case* When it's recreational, the chains are normally used for something else.

[protectndestroy.livejournal.com]

*He growls slightly.* I lost a deal.

[unhappyhellgod.livejournal.com]

Oh. *frowns* What happened?

[protectndestroy.livejournal.com]

She decided that joining a convent would be the better alternative.

[unhappyhellgod.livejournal.com]

Ouch.

*makes a face*

Anything I can do to help? Like offer up a distraction?

[lord-beherit.livejournal.com]

Not bad form, my lord.

[protectndestroy.livejournal.com]

Thank you, Beherit. It's been a while.

[lord-beherit.livejournal.com]

*nods* It has. But good to see you haven't gotten rusty in your old age.

*smirks*

[protectndestroy.livejournal.com]

*He actually cracks a smile with the joke.* I'd watch your step if I were you, I do still have a weapon in my hand.

*Chuckles* If I'm getting old, it means you are as well.

[lord-beherit.livejournal.com]

*shakes his head* Don't remind me.

So what has you down here?

[protectndestroy.livejournal.com]

I lost a deal. To say that I'm less than pleased about it would be an understatement.

[lord-beherit.livejournal.com]

What was the deal?

[protectndestroy.livejournal.com]

Hadn't been made yet. She was a drug addict looking to be rid of the addiction. Rather than take the offered deal she joined a convent.

[rodeapalehorse.livejournal.com]

*she steps inside the room, running her hands over an empty, rusted pair of shackles, watching him from the corner of her eye*

[protectndestroy.livejournal.com]

*He'd notice her anywhere, regardless of what he was doing.* Care to join me, love?

[rodeapalehorse.livejournal.com]

*she smiles, head tilted to the side, looking at him from under her lashes* I'd love to. *she crosses to him, slowly, taking in the sight of him, licking her licks as she reaches for a spined, twisted dagger* Although you are a sight to see just as you are.

[protectndestroy.livejournal.com]

I think you may be biased, darling.

[rodeapalehorse.livejournal.com]

*she gives him a wicked grin* Please, lover. There's never been a man who looks as delicious holding a wet blade as you. *she flips the dagger she's picked up around in her hand, letting her eyes drift over him*

[protectndestroy.livejournal.com]

The same could be said for you and a blade. I've never seen a sight like it, and I very much need it today.

[rodeapalehorse.livejournal.com]

*she runs the point of the dagger down his thigh, the contact light enough to just barely crease the material of his pants, her eyes locked on his -- he can tell her what's brought him down here later if he desires. Sometimes, words aren't worth the breath it takes to utter them.

She leans forward, brushes her lips against his, and turns, observing the man on the table, and she reaches out, running the blade down his cheek like a caress, blood welling up in a thin line* Tell me, Balthazar -- does this one scream, or whimper?

[protectndestroy.livejournal.com]

*He moves to stand beside her and places a hand on the small of her back.* He screams like it's a lost art.

*To emphasize this point he sticks the tip of his blade in just above the man's kneecap.*