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 so give me all your poison, enzo
years old 33 posts PM
PLAYED BY kafka
it had been so long. he couldn't say for sure how long it had been, he just knew it had been a really long time and he was starving. he was dying. his body burned and he felt like he was melting into a formless being of nothing but pure desire.

but that's okay. for once he knew where to go. the chaos always called to him but never this strongly. in a rare moment of clarity, indra strided with purpose. his next hit was going to be good, he could taste a phantom of it in his mouth aleady. the anticipation made his blood sing; pain and heat slowly spread its way across his veins.

stopping for a moment, indra closed his eyes and took a deep breath. he willed a sense control over it wasn't enough (it was never going to be) but he could breathe easier now.

his quest led him to a warehouse. large double doors stood between him and his query. predictably locked, indra also found after body slamming them a few times that they were infuriatingly sturdy. he growled under his breath. like he would let this small obstacle stand in his way.

biting the pad of his thumb, his lips stung as blood came into contact with them. he always enjoyed watching his magic at work. strands of blood animated and twisted; he watched the projectile grow out of his very flesh. hovering just above his hand, indra sent the bright red arrow crashing into the doors, knocking them open. his left hand hurt, but it was a small price to pay for the treasure that lay inside.

enzo de costa


years old 13 posts PM
PLAYED BY dynasty
Work like this required precision.

A drop of blood in the wrong place and it’d be a big ass waste of time. That rich fucking whore wouldn’t accept anything less than absolute fucking perfection. And, if her dumbass kept paying, Enzo was happy to keep providing it. Locked deep in the bowels of Ironsides, Enzo worked diligently with an enchanted scalpel, turning a once noble Norwegian Red into a naked pile of dog food.

Covered in blood from his brows to his wrists, stinking of death and decay, the poacher longed for a hot shower. Even the aria he hummed beneath his breath no longer soothed him. “Bitch better throw in a blow job for this fucking shit—” Dragon leather wasn’t exactly easy to procure nowadays.

But, in a few minutes, he’d have a hundred yards of it—he just had to be careful not to fuck it up.

BAM! The doors jolted in their freshly-polished hinges. The scalpel jumped in his hand. A few thousand dollars dropped to the floor—ruined. White hot anger flared as Enzo turned toward a rust-covered balcony. “Ravi!" BAM! " If you don’t get that fucking crackhead out of here I’ll—!” The coin against his chest—warmer than piss when the genie was near—was colder than his hoarding bitch of a neighbor’s bed.

That fucking worthless piece of shit had picked a fine time to play hookey. The threat ended with an audible growl as the white-haired man rose to his feet.

A gun, spelled to take on everything from dragons to boogeymen, suddenly gleamed in his muscular grasp.

Enzo raised the gun, aiming at the gap between the two doors. A vicious grin, wolfish and predatory, settled naturally onto his bloody visage. “Dumbfuck better like looking like Swiss Ch—" Suddenly, the doors exploded in a flurry of steel and oak.

"Fuck!" Steel limb lifted to protect Enzo’s face as he hit the deck to avoid the worst of the debris. When the dust cleared, he found himself facing a scrawny little magic prick who looked like his dad’s long-lost love child. A quick glance to the left revealed a dragon carcass peppered with debris—and a ruined pile of dragon leather.

When Enzo attacked, it was not with the roar of an angered beast, but the all-encompassing silence of an ambush predator. A strange sense of calm filled his veins as he lifted the gun and fired. Twice.

// tag indra malakar
// words
// notes ravi is in trouble
years old 33 posts PM
PLAYED BY kafka
maybe the excitement was getting to him. it never occurs to indra that the warehouse might be occupied and he would rudely interrupt someone's handiwork.

two shots ring out before the dust clears, the first of which catches him unaware. thankfully, the flying debris obscures him, and the shot only grazes the side of his arm, leaving behind a deep groove. his blood immediately begins to bubble and hiss. indra takes a step forward, unhindered.

he is ready for the second one, and a spurt of blood jumps in front of him to catch it. the blood hardens quickly, gaining a consistency like dull, lackluster rock. if the noise of his entrance were not so noisy, one might hear it cracking as the bullet crashes through it.

indra is not so lucky with this one, and it buries itself into his shoulder; not very deep, but still deep enough to hurt. his blood oh so helfully pushes it out, filling in the wound immediately. the metal bullet clinks sweetly as it hits the ground. indra's pace does not slow.

the smell of burning flesh joins that of death and decay in the air. the giant carcass of a dragon makes him pause. he whistles low, as if he were a sight see-er and not an intruder, clearly impressed with the size of the beast. nice, but not what he came for. indra stops and takes a deep inhale, as if he were smelling the flowers in a garden. yes... his quarry was in here.

"hey!" he addresses the white haired fellow as if just noticing him. the other man's face is thunderous. understandable. indra's attention only lingers for a second. maybe it was over there... he heads towards a pile of boxes. "you have something i want. where is it..."

enzo de costa
feel free to fill him full of holes


years old 13 posts PM
PLAYED BY dynasty
Work like this required precision.

It sounded like the asshole had stuck a cobra up his ass before breaking in. Figuring that wasn’t a good thing, Enzo sent another two bullets flying off in the direction of that noise. As he did, he noticed the alien-looking shit tossing one of his silver-capped rounds to the warehouse floor. “Tch.” A vicious growl rumbled in his throat. Pistons whirred as his left fist clenched into a ball of mesh and metal. A fucking witch. Just fucking great—bad enough having to deal with Ravi’s bullshit.

As the man caught sight of that Norwegian Red, Enzo took the opportunity to slap a palm to his steel arm. A single word emerged from between pursed lips, one way better than the last activation code: ”Velocita.” As the flippant little shit decided not to piss himself, any ideas of mercy or forgiveness evaporated. This fucker was going to pay—and dearly. Destroying the goods was one thing, disrespecting him was another matter entirely.

“I might not give you what you want, stronzo.As a warm glow enveloped his arm, Enzo lifted his gun again. “But I’ll definitely give you what you’re asking for.” Shots five and six followed. Before the smoke had cleared, Enzo was charging headlong towards the HIV witch. A muscular leg snapped out towards the junkie’s ribcage.

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Ravi shook his head as he toyed with his wily serpent of a receipt. Under his breath, he muttered, “Who the hell charges three dollars for a fortu—” Pink eyes widened at the sight of busted doors. Ah, fiddlesticks. You’ve gone and done it now, Ravi. He heard gunshots. His blood froze. "Enzo!" Clutching his takeout container close to his chest, Ravi charged toward his master’s desiccated home. His entrance shattered the door's remnants with a bone-shattering crash.

It was kind of hard to be subtle when you were a hot pink rhinoceros.

// tag indra malakar
// words
// notes ravi is in trouble
years old 33 posts PM
PLAYED BY kafka
so many things are happening. the man is talking to him, something crashes in after him. the dust is still settling and some how, even a pin drop sounds unnecessarily loud to indra at the moment.

he doesn't give the man a second glance and definitely doesn't notice the bright pink animal running up behind him. turning his back on the white haired man, his blood shield rearranges itself around his back as he stalks toward a pile of crates.

shots ring out through the air, the sound tearing at his eardrums. while his blood shield cannot fully contain them, it redirects them just enough so that when he gets hit, it happens in a non fatal area. the blood that gushes out joins his shield, filling up its holes and thickening it. he feels lightheaded, vision darkening at the edges, but he does not stop.

there. it's over there.

it's a cacophonic song that calls to him. despite his heavy limbs, feeling frozen and stiff for more reasons than just the weather, indra puts one foot in front of the other and tries to summon a burst of will power and magical energy.

the leg that snaps out at him is unexpected. too slow to react, indra feels the full force of the poacher's rage in the side of his rib cage. he stumbles, only the support of his shield stops him from falling over, righting him like a puppet on strings.

indra tries to come back with something. words, phrases, shouts of abuse. something. but his mind feels blank, too busy focused singularly on the object he's come to retrieve, and cannot tell his mouth what words to form or his throat what vowels to utter.

instead, his blood boils in his veins, imbuling his body with magic. indra is never sure how to control this kind of enhancement. taking a step, and a leap, he finds himself flying through the air, landing with a thump on top of the stack of crates, gripping the edge of the nearest one in a vice to stop from toppling over. sweat soaks his clothes and darkens the wood as he tears the box open.

not it.

flinging the box off the top of the pile. he continues to dig. it's close, he can hear it — feel it! thankfully, indra doesn't have to search for long before his hand closes on the vial. he doesn't waste time, tears the cork off and upends the whole thing into his mouth, barely giving himself time to breathe as he injests the viscous back liquid.

he can feel the effects on his body immediately, slowly beginning to repair the damage done by his magic. he licks the last dark drops off his lips and smiles down at the man and his stupid pink rhino thing. "thanks i needed that —" and turns to locate the nearest exit: a side door yet to be untouched by the chaos of his entrance — "can't stick around though. bye!"

enzo de costa
what am i doing? no one knows, not even me


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