Ritual of Destruction

[hearnoplague]

[ So, Kallamar was going to just burn the conques Lobelia left behind in the Seagull cabana, but apparently that's a bad idea.

So instead, he just brought them all in a drawstring backpack and invited people to do as they wished with them. Happy destroying! ]

(OOC Note: The shells will release whatever sound was stored in them upon destruction. Have fun with that. )

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[hearnoplague]

[ He feels pathetic, really. If he only had his crown, he would have easily cursed Lobelia with some crippling disease before anything got crazier...

Billy snaps him from his thoughts. ]

Y-Yes! [ He clears his throat. ] I was. I had the displeasure of sharing a cabana with him.

[butcherspice]

How 'bout that.

[There's approval in his voice.]

Blimey. How'd you lot manage? I'd've ended up smashin' his face against a bedpost before the first week ended meself.

[hearnoplague]

[ Raising a browridge at the first response there... ]

To be honest, he was surprisingly tolerable. For some strange reason he was one of ours who insisted on sleeping on the floor, leaving the beds to Lacus and myself.

Rather irritating to awaken to him at the break of dawn... Though, granted, I never cared to be around him than necessary.

Why do you ask?

[butcherspice]

Ain't surprisin'. Seemed like one of those types that likes a bit of punishment. Fuckin' bizarre thing to want if you ask me.

S'pose I'm a mite curious. Lacus was weepin' over the bastard an all.

[hearnoplague]

Indeed... Those are the hardest to truly punish, it seems.

[ He sounds like he may be talking from some experience... ]

Need I remind you Lobelia showed affection for multiple people, including the man he killed? Judging by how they seemed to react to his mad display of savagery, I have to wonder how many people he seduced in his life.

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[butcherspice]

I've seen it. All of the people talkin' about givin' him space to say his piece or some kinda respect sounded off the gourd to me.

Y'might be onto somethin'. Serial killers chat up people they're lookin' to gut all the time. Act like y'fancy 'em then carve 'em like a roast pig.

[He sounds disgusted.]

...Who the fuck can mourn a bloke who rips out a heart and blows it up in someone's face?

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[hearnoplague]

. . .

[ He instinctively puts his hands over his heart like he's trying to protect it. ]

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[hearnoplague]

[ He breathes in... And breathes out. There is an attempt to regain composure. ]

That being said... [ He lowers his hands, but he's still wringing them nervously. ] You may be a formidable opponent, but it would do you good to learn to control your temper. You saw what became of Beelzebub, and he was a powerful demon. You would have shared his fate if you acted on impulse as well.

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[butcherspice]

Think that had more to do with him havin' a piece of the guy in him when that tower decided to go fuckin' Humpty Dumpty on him.

'sides, Beel's alive, ain't he?

[He gives a little scoff.] Right chuffed y'care enough to say somethin', but I've managed so far.

[hearnoplague]

Yes, but only because our captors had the power to revive him somehow.

[ Not even gonna ask who or what Humpty Dumpty is, that seems of little importance. ]

You, on the other hand, are mortal. It is true you managed to hold your ground against more powerful threats, but try not to be careless or rash with your punishments unless you wish to be quickly destroyed.

[butcherspice]

[Fuck. The squid is talking sense.]

What's gotten into you all of a sudden where you give a shite? Someone kick it and make you me dad?