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sticksandbones2024-07-01 09:53 am
submittome) wrote in sticksandbones2024-07-01 09:53 am
fifty words for murder and i'm every one of them
Who: Snakegato + Clotted Cream, White Lily, Mizuki and whomever wants to jump in after the deed
What: Suri has given Affogato a task to make Pure Vanilla suffer by harming those he loves dearest
When: The Night after returning to the Grove
Where: The Grove, round about Cookie House
Warnings: snake (in more than one sense of the word), the effects of snake venom including excruciating pain and the bodily reactions that accompany it (including emeto), death, note specific topping cws!
Affogato's been given a second, immediate order by the Black Sun. Cause Pure Vanilla pain by targeting those he loves - since hurting the Martyr himself won't do anything - in revenge for taking Nene away from it.
And seeing as how Affogato may hate the other Cookie a little, it's only something he's too glad to do.
So the night back, Affogato sets aside his little Seaborn baby Mizuki gifted him so Mizuki can "be with him" at all times, and carefully leaves the therapy building. Once outside, he dons the amulet the God gifted him with the intent to enact his will. The transformation is instantaneous and soon - once he figures out how to move - a black snake is carefully winding it's way through the grass of the Grove towards it's targets. Black dahlia patterns speckle its scales, scattered with marigolds in a stained corrupted look.
It will do it's best to avoid detection, using the dark of night to hide itself, as it winds its way towards its target.
What: Suri has given Affogato a task to make Pure Vanilla suffer by harming those he loves dearest
When: The Night after returning to the Grove
Where: The Grove, round about Cookie House
Warnings: snake (in more than one sense of the word), the effects of snake venom including excruciating pain and the bodily reactions that accompany it (including emeto), death, note specific topping cws!
Affogato's been given a second, immediate order by the Black Sun. Cause Pure Vanilla pain by targeting those he loves - since hurting the Martyr himself won't do anything - in revenge for taking Nene away from it.
And seeing as how Affogato may hate the other Cookie a little, it's only something he's too glad to do.
So the night back, Affogato sets aside his little Seaborn baby Mizuki gifted him so Mizuki can "be with him" at all times, and carefully leaves the therapy building. Once outside, he dons the amulet the God gifted him with the intent to enact his will. The transformation is instantaneous and soon - once he figures out how to move - a black snake is carefully winding it's way through the grass of the Grove towards it's targets. Black dahlia patterns speckle its scales, scattered with marigolds in a stained corrupted look.
It will do it's best to avoid detection, using the dark of night to hide itself, as it winds its way towards its target.
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With Affogato coiled up underneath something, Clotted Cream doesn't see him, and there is no hesitation. Briefly, in the hallway, he pauses to round a corner so that he doesn't skid and collapse into the adjoining wall, and that's the only slowdown he makes.]
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He has to ignore Fel, Cacao, his tongue flicking quickly.
There. Clotted Cream.
As much as he likes the Consul, one simply isn't enough, and Clotted Cream was Vanilla's first little child adopted. So when the Consul slows? Affogato bites, a quick strike from his hiding spot to sink fangs into his ankle. ]
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The venom works quickly. Within a second of the sharp pain, it's like he's been struck by lightning, that same sharp pain bursting through every inch of his dough, bone-deep and on fire. It sends him unsteady on his feet, stumbling right into the wall and into the piece of furniture that Affogato is hiding beneath, before collapsing to the floor.
His body responds accordingly with animal instinct - get away from what's attacking you, as quickly as possible.
Unfortunately, it's his whole body that's attacking him.
In a desperate bid to get away from the electric burning feeling, he scrambles backwards with a series of panicked yelps that come out just on this side of screams, fins flaring and hands pawing at invisible attackers. It doesn't take long before he finds his back in a corner, only a couple of frantic seconds. Everything hurts. His bones, his muscles, his eyes, his teeth, his skin. His entire head is awash in throbbing, unbearable pain, and he feels like he's being burned alive and torn apart at the same time, and he finally can't hold back a true scream of agony any longer. ]
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And now here he is, getting to watch exactly that.
Here's the difficult part. The Consuls scream will bring others this way as well, and now Affogato has to figure out how to get out. Quickly he darts to use Clotted Creams body as a brief shield, then begins to make his way out. ]
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The boy is panicked- understandable. He knows he will lash out but getting Clotted Cream still is paramount, so he doesn't hurt himself. So he slides to his knees and moves to gather the mer up]
Be still!
[ getting the King voice]
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It's Dark Cacao. He recognizes the man. But the fact that they've smoothed things over is altogether lost in the pained haze that's overtaken him, and all he feels aside from the pain is terror. Wide eyes fill with tears of both fear and pain, pupils not much more than a pinprick of black on the all-encompassing green. ]
No no no no no no no--
[ His words are slurred, sobbed, and he tries to move, he tries so hard, but despite the agonizing ache in his muscles he's uncontrollably shivering. Good thing for Dark Cacao, considering it makes him easier to heft up. Less controllable movement, and also less chance of getting swiped at. Even adrenaline isn't helping anything. ]
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The terror is familiar. He saw the same when he came at Clotted Cream at the meeting. Guilt tries to flood but he has no room for it- he has a job to do. SInce CC can't fight him off he takes the chance to check him over. His first thought is a mental attack, as he doesn't seem hurt... but then he spots the blood on his leg. Did he hurt himself while running?
No, that's a bite. A bite already blooming black.]
Crumbs!
[He hisses, reaching to his waist to pull off his sleep robe's belt (don't worry, he's wearing pants) to wrap around Clotted Cream's thigh, right above the knee. He has to keep the venom from spreading-
... sorry buddy, but he sintches it very, very tight. It would hurt even WITHOUT the venom]
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The robe belt being tied around his leg? Torture. He sobs out a scream, hands weakly and ineffectively batting at the belt in an a futile attempt to push it off. Dark Cacao is cutting off his leg now. The sword is right there, he can see it in the wobbling of his vision. ]
Stop--
[ The slurring of his words is harder now, his eyes beginning to roll back, tears streaking down his face. He feels sick. ]
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He notes to himself to watch Clotted Cream's throat. If he starts to retch he will have to turn him over. So he won't swallow his tongue.
Honestly, he turns him slightly anyway. So he can grip and lift his ankle with a cold expression. Witches, he hates this. But there's no time to think about it, just time to swallow a few times to wet his mouth before hunching over to seal his mouth over the wound.
What greater horror for a Cookie then being eaten? He expects Clotted Cream with try to kick him, so he holds crushingly tight as he fights to pull the venom out]
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Unfortunately, he can't stop and think right now, so the thought never crosses his mind. All he sees is Dark Cacao going for his leg, gripping it so tightly that he mistakes it for the bite of teeth. The noise he makes now is one of panicked distress, and though he doesn't have the coordination to truly fight back, he does try, so it's a good thing Dark Cacao has such a tight hold. ]
cw: spitting, retching imagry
H... here! Hurry!
[His tongue feels fat and screaming in his mouth, ruining his ability to speak clearly]
cw: forced drinking
( if one of her healing kisses worked on pure vanilla enough to grant him clarity from whatever is leaving him befuddled and in a fog, maybe it will work on clotted cream, too? just enough that he can see that she's trying to help when she brings the tea over? just a little kiss on the temple before she brings the cup to his lips. unfortunately regardless of if he can see that they are trying to help or not, he isn't getting a choice in drinking the lavender tea with crushed moonstone. it's probably not a pleasant taste, but it seemed to stabilize white lily cookie and prevent things from getting worse...? )
cw: brief choking on liquid, visceral descriptions of cannibalism
And then, another presence. It almost goes unnoticed in his panic, but his peripheral vision picks up a pink blue that his brain briefly registers as Strawberry Crepe Cookie. That only lasts until a pair of lips presses against his temple, and he's briefly blessed with a wave of mental clarity that, despite the pain, makes him pull in a gasp. That's not Strawberry Crepe Cookie at all. ]
W-wh--
[ But before he can properly find his tongue to speak, a cup is being pressed to his lips and liquid is flooding his mouth. His body is already sluggish in its responses and movements, so there is a brief moment where the liquid nearly goes down the wrong way and his lungs cough one single and very weak time to expel it, but the rest goes down the right way. It's disgusting, frankly, bitter and earthy in a way he can't place, but he can't even wince. It's liquid, and his body clearly needs it. ]
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He carefully puts the leg down and leans over to gag]
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( once he's had enough, she inhales and draws the cup back again. there's enough left that she just hands it to dark cacao, and not long after a glass of water is also brought to him, held in the air by swirling pink sparks of light. )
We'll have to clean the floors later, I'll need to get more lavender tea from Heimr, too. Maybe incense? Wards on the doors and windows... We need to move him, I think. But I- maybe the worst is passed? Lily stabilized after drinking...
cw: mention of vomiting
Oh...
[ It's soft, and not so much a sound of recognition as it is a vague moan of discomfort, like a severely ill and weak child on the verge of throwing up. He feels like he could, even if there's a flicker in the back of his mind telling him that he needs to hold it all in. It's liquid, and his body needs it.
Even though his body is, at the same time, letting tears flow freely down his cheeks. Everything hurts, his head is throbbing, and his eyelids are slowly and steadily ignoring the commands to stay awake given by the lingering thread of adrenaline. They feel so heavy... ]
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