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Location: Hyall
As the banter continued at the table, Dujae got up and left to confront someone that had apparently been badmouthing him. The air cooled to what Arsenio considered a pleasant degree, and it took him several seconds to link this homey temperature to hybrid that was advancing on what was apparently a consort of a queen. In another moment, said consort was slammed into a nearby table before the more threatening of the two made for the door. There, he paused for a moment before ducking out.
While this was certainly a surprisingly violent display from someone he had just met, Arsenio watched with a level of interest characteristic of someone that liked watching people flare up. Right as Dujae left, he noticed the bag of gold left behind on their table, and the good Samaritan in him demanded that it find its owner. As far as the Glacian knew, the bag belonged to the man that just broke a table with someone, and so it was swept up by him and tucked onto his belt. Immediately after this, he made for the door without a word to either Faeril or Isadora. Rather than lean on it and wait for it to open via his body weight, it flew open as he left on a mission to return what had been left behind.
Arsenio got outside just in time to see Dujae's hand shoot into the air, then someone fall. "Did he just..? Yes, yes he did." With the acknowledgement that someone had more than likely just been killed, the Glacian picked up the pace and rushed over to the fallen man as the man that just battered him walked off. He kneeled down by it and soon realized he wasn't a doctor, and had no idea what he was looking for, though he did noticed quite a nasty gash in his side. An uneducated guess leaned towards a death by blood loss within the hour. Oh well, people die and Hyall is more or less lawless. The Glacian rose and dusted himself to find a small crowd looking at him like he had an answer as to what had happened. "...What? I'm not a coroner." He scanned the group before him briefly before peeking over it, noticing a small hand disappearing into an alleyway, which was once again followed by the nearing-infamous Dujae SaDiablo. With a shake of his head, the Glacian took after him with a leisurely jog.
Before Arsenio got to the alley, the man was off again with yet another person slammed into something in the process. Curiosity demanded that he check the alley for any more corpses, and he took a few cautious steps down it before finding a small girl running through it. "Hey! Wait up! What happened!?" He shouted before giving chase, his own agility allowing him to keep pace with a girl that was probably half his age and just as quick.
Location: Hyall
Snaketooth Counter: 21 Days
Snaketooth Counter: 21 Days
As chaos took hold of the tavern, Isadora leaned forward, elbows on the table and head resting on her knuckles as she watched everything unfold. Everything happened very quickly, and at the end of it, the air was chilled and an apparent consort of a queen was knocked squarely on his ass. Meanwhile, both Dujae and Arsenio had left the building in a hurry, while Fae was tending to the man on the floor. The Glacian left with the bag of gold the superior prince had forgotten about, so that left two Widows from the same coven in a room, with one hapless victim. The chance to break down someone from the inside out wasn't lost on the younger of the two.
"I've seen men be much more rude... though his wounds are light, given what happened," she said, slowly pacing around Fae and the unfortunate consort. While no one could see it, she flexed her right hand as a grayish claw formed around it, points wispy as her hand swung. "Though, here is more than quiet enough. An empty tavern is small enough to fix him up, dearest Faeril." With her left hand she brought the man to his feet and started to walk with him, leading what was essentially a walking corpse up the stairs and into a vacant room.
Once to one, she closed the door to an empty bedroom and set the man on the bed, a sensual walk overtaking her to mislead her victim. "Now... unless you want this to hurt, relax." She pounced as she neared the bed, slowly crawling on top of the consort and kneeling over his midsection. If his hands wandered, so be it, she soon had her clouded right hand over his head, the smoke invisible to him invading his eyes, nose, mouth, really any opening he had on the face. "Goodbye, dear consort."
Whether or not he relaxed, she broke into his mind like a burglar on a mission. Any barrier was smashed down with force, the gray jewel of Isadora easily overpowering the sapphire jewel of her victim. At his core, she began to create holes in his memory, like ripping books from the shelves of a library and later setting them alight. Nothing was changed necessarily, just removed to make blank spots at important parts in his life. The love of his mother, his first lover, every enjoyable moment was taken like a life, only several times more cruel. Once done with his past, she moved onto his present and future. Deeper inside was the spider web of his personality, intricate with an oversized ego at the center. "Hmm... oh, I know..." she mumbled, a mischievous smile creeping over her face as she plucked strings. The tooth under her right index finger pronounced itself as she readied herself to ruin someone's life. The strings she plucked were cut, snaketooth slicing through each piece of his personality she felt like removing. Some were replaced, stoking his ego to the point of narcissism, others were pulled entirely to leave nothing but an annoying, entitled man with everything to lose. She then left him there, a shell of his former self as the Black Widow retreated back to her own mind.
Back in her own head, Isadora left the room with the consort still on the bed, out cold due to many kinds of trauma. "Fae, he was... pretty boring actually. He'll tear his own life apart when he wakes back up," she sang, a little more than satisfied at her work.
