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Log; complete
When; Nov 12th, evening
Rating; PG
Characters; Belphegor (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
prince_ripper), X (unknownandi)
Summary; A glimpse into the daily lives of a couple psychopaths. Belphegor makes a small mistake on X's shopping list. (Log contents include: mystery meat, vampires, magic orbs, dinosaurs, and finger-lickin'-good blood all over.)
Log;
X has been slowly building up the contents of his apartment over time, suited to his needs in the city. Strewn across half of the living space, computers and more computers, piled high with stolen trinkets and valuables, wires and cables running back and forth between them in a tangled mess. Some of the stolen goods are broken or defaced, and the multicolored coins of the city are strewn everywhere.
The other half, the part with the bare floor, has been thoroughly scrubbed clean after a couple near misses with the members of the city with excellent senses of smell. This part has glass-cutters, knives, hacksaws, files, and other useful tools, all equally washed down, and an economy-size bottle of bleach nestled in the corner.
Crouched down in the middle of his nest of computers and junk, X was bored, scanning the 'network' yet again. Everything was fixed from his run-in with Envy, including the missing arm now, but he his cells didn't have much energy for anything else yet. Another day or two of rest before he could venture out, he figured.
--
Instead, his feet had been the puppeted ones of the so-called prince of the Varia, ones with footsteps that had gotten louder as he approached the mess that surrounded X. Obscured eyes scanned the cramped room before he settled comfortably onto the first clean surface he could find. He held out an arm, fingers clasped into a fist as he introduced himself with a simple, "A present."
--
Keeping his prince drugged for so long was a pain, and it was such a trivial usage of the denshi drug, making someone to fetch things for him and do errands. But with Ai's absence, it was something of a necessity -- that, and it did cater to the childish part of X's apparent personality.
"For me? How thoughtful," X beamed and held out his hands. He wasn't really sure what to expect, but it was sure to be interesting. A lot of things were, in this city.
--
The prince nodded, laughing beneath his breath as he opened his palm, letting the rune fall into X's waiting hands. It had taken time to look up the woman that X had spoken about, after all. He cocked his head to the side, staring down at the other, "It's what you said to get. The prince returns victorious again."
--
X stared at the blue orb in his hands.
"It's very pretty," he said, holding it up to the light. "But not what I asked for, Prince. These have to be 'fixed' according to the network, and that's not something I want to do yet."
"It's too bad we couldn't just break in and take things from her store," he sighed, flopping back into the nest of wires and tossing the orb up and down lke a ball. "But I don't really trust any of the people that deal with magic much, and it's hard to say how she might be protected."
He sat up again suddenly, catching the orb midair, suddenly excited by a thought. "Hey, Prince. Did you bring anything else?"
--
"Hmmm," Belphegor gave a noncommital sound as he leaned back. It was close enough, he'd thought, but magic and that sort of thing were always more Marmon's strong points. The only time he really cared about it was when it was pointed at him and then it was only fun until he could figure out how to use it. "Nope," he answered, finally, "Nothing else."
--
"Aww, nothing to eat this time?" X said, sounding a little disappointed. He tilted his head, trying to peer up under the fringe of hair over Belphegor's eyes. "Hey, Prince, can you really see well like that?"
--
Belphegor tilted his head back, looking down at the other as he shifted. It didn't take him long to figure out what the other was talking about, though. "These?" he laughed, breathily as he reached up to flick at the shaggy blond bangs, "I can see just right. Just means you can't see where I'm looking at." "'Sides," a thin finger curled around a strand, tugging at it as his smile slit a bit wider, "It creeps Squalo out something nasty."
--
"And it means nobody can see how much you're enjoying yourself," X smiled cheerfully.
A thought occurred to X. "Are your friends looking for you yet?" he asked, using the term 'friends' in the loosest sense of the word. He grabbed Belphegor's pant leg to help haul himself up off the floor. He didn't have to, but well, his princely companion was right there after all. "
--
Belphegor's snicker rang again, familiar as he let the other use him to bring himself up to a more equal height. He rested a palm on his chin, "I think they were fighting over my bed last time they were on the network." His fingers found purchase on one of his knives' handles, fiddling with it lazily, "The prince will have to kill them if they get his sheets nasty."
--
"Yes, no blood on the sheets," X agreed, cheerfully oblivious. Or, not so much oblivious, as a person with very different things going on in his mind. He threw the orb up in the air again and let it fall to the ground carelessly as he padded over to the kitchen on bare feet.
--
"Or other things," Belphegor amended, watching for a bit before hopping lightly off his perch to follow after X. His booted feet crunched wires and the rest of X's mess beneath them as he did.
--
"As long as you remember that too, you can keep staying here," X remarked blithely, opening the fridge door and pulling out the the huge bowl filled up with the bloody remnants of whatever last night's meal had been. He wasn't 100% sure what it had started out as originally, since it was pretty sliced up by the time his Prince had dragged it home, but it tasted good. It was just messy, with that blood all over.
"Hey, Prince? You want some leftovers too?"
--
The self-titled prince shrugged. It wasn't like he did anything really messy while he slept and, as much as he liked the feel of blood on him, it made his sheets weird if he slept on them like that. "You didn't finish?" Belphegor asked, reaching over to relieve X of part of the bowl's contents and giving it a curious squeeze. It still smelled pretty fresh and wobbled a bit as he tossed it up to catch with his mouth.
--
X plopped the bowl on the counter and reached in, fishing around in the bottom of the bloody mess of mystery meat for something substantial. "I was a bit full, so I thought I should save it for a snack later. Still good, I think," he said, happily munching down and dripping blood all over his clothes, excess from the way he reached in running down and dripping off his elbow.
--
Belphegor chewed on his bit for a while, trying to work it into pieces. It seemed like his kill from the night before was a little tougher than he thought it'd be. "Dunno. I don't eat a lot of this."
--
"Me neither. At least not usually." X, on the other hand seemed to swallow his whole and dove in for more. There would probably be another cleaning job to be done in the near future. X was a messy eater. "But maybe it's the right way to go, I think. Way better than whole frogs. That's just gross." He wiggled his toes, smearing some of the spattered blood on the floor.
--
"Eeeh?" Belphegor knelt by the other to get another handful, giving it a little shake to let the blood dribble off into the bowl before taking a lazy bite. "They still alive when you eat them or dead?"
--
"Dead, I think." X's memory was hazy on that point, but he was sure that he'd have remembered if they'd jumped off the plate when Ai served them up.
He snagged the last piece, some tendon-y bits hanging off it, and looked mournfully at the pool of blood in the bottom of the bowl. "Hey Prince, maybe next time we could get something from the zoo. I bet they've got something that would be more challenging for you."
--
Belphegor finished the last of his piece, eying his fingers before giving them a slow lick to clean off most of the blood that clung to them with remarkable persistence. "Like an elephant? Or a panda? I've never been, you know."
--
"Like a dinosaur!" X said after he'd finished gulping down his own stringy morsel, and smiled happily. "You want this for anything?" He asked, jiggling the bowl at Belphegor. He knew the prince's criminal desires revolved around blood, but the exact nature of his interest was a bit mysterious still.
--
"They have them here? Real dinosaurs?" Belphegor's eyebrows raised behind the thin fringe of hair. He hadn't heard anything like that. In fact, he was kind of tempted to go to the zoo and see for himself. Almost so much that he didn't notice the bowl, "Nope. Gonna drink it?"
--
"Aah, yeah. I saw a few the last time I was in there."
"Hmm." X hadn't been thinking about drinking the blood especially. He'd been planning to dump it down the sink. "Prince, maybe I'm a vampire!" he beamed. "There are a lot of them here after all. I should drink it, just in case."
--
It almost would make sense, at least, as far as Belphegor knew. He'd met all kinds of things since coming to the City, even crazier things than Marmon could think up. It would almost be more fun if his friend were something more than just a funny human. "Maybe you should. It would make sense seeing how many there are."
--
"Yeah!" X tilted the bowl up to his lips and glugged it all down, as fast as possible.
"What do you think? Does it suit me?" he asked with a smile when he'd finished. When he took the bowl away, he'd made his eyes blood red and canine teeth made pointed and elongated. The malicious look would be more impressive without the blood moustache.
--
The prince paused, staring down at the other and blinking for a second. But, it didn't take too long for his tell-tale laugh to start up again. He leaned forward to flick his tongue across the mess on X's cheek before shaking his head, "They're too big. You don't look half as scary as they do in the movies."
--
"Aww," X complained, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. Being licked was strange. He supposed he should try to get the rest of the blood off his face after all. "Maybe I'll make them better next time. It's hard to talk around teeth like this - I wonder how they do it?"
He spit the fangs into the bowl with a rattle, and when he opened his eyes again, they were back to that strange double-irised purpley-blue. Tilting his head, X looked like he was about to say something, only to be interrupted by a sudden yaaaaawn.
--
Belphegor reached into the bowl after the fangs, picking them up with a curious tilt of his head. He lifted it to his mouth to toy with, carelessly getting more of a mess on his hands than before. "Dunno. You figure they ever cut themselves with them?" he gave them a flick to test their solidity.
--
"They never did in the movies. But I don't know, I haven't really talked to a real one here. Or at least, one that can turn into a bat or a wolf or anything like that," X mumbled, a little disappointed. "The Methuselah don't sound much like real vampires if you ask me. And then there was that wizard, Harry Dresden. He didn't look much like a movie wizard either."
"Ah well." X beamed, and reached up to put his hands on Belphegor's shoulders, looking up at his newest companion with a smile. "It's what's inside that counts, right?"
--
Behind shaggy bangs, the prince blinked at the sudden contact before he let the fangs fall back onto the floor. He reached out, mimicking X's pose by placing his hands on smaller shoulders as he grinned, "And what you can do to make it come outside, right?"
--
"So I can see it properly, that's right. You catch on fast," X grinned. "Maybe I'll see inside one of them soon, but..." His smile split into another yawn. He hopped up off the floor, arms wrapped around the Belphegor's shoulders, smaller frame hanging from taller one. "Right now, I want to go to bed," he mumbled. He wasn't sure if all the blood he'd just drank was making him queasy or not, but he suddenly didn't feel like walking even that short distance.
--
And he talked about Belphegor messing up the sheets with his blood. The drugged prince made a face, but shifted his arm to hold the younger boy steady as he ducked through the space that X called his own.
--
Over Belphegor's back, as he was being carried past the living room, X caught a glimpse of the shiny blue sphere that Belphegor had bought for him, that he'd so carelessly dropped a short while ago. "Don't forget to go get the scrolls I wanted this time," he mumbled in his Prince's ear. "Scrolls this time."
--
Belphegor made a face at the reminder of his mistake. They were pretty much the same as far as he was concerned. He shifted the killer a little higher to better carry his weight as he made his way to the bed, with a vague noise of assent before shrugging the other onto the waiting bed.
--
X flopped, mumbled something that was probably a 'goodnight', and promptly curled up into a ball and closed his eyes. He did, of course, smear a little blood across the clean sheets, something he'd probably forget about and blame Belphegor for later. But that would be another day to worry about.
Rating; PG
Characters; Belphegor (
prince_ripper), X (unknownandi)Summary; A glimpse into the daily lives of a couple psychopaths. Belphegor makes a small mistake on X's shopping list. (Log contents include: mystery meat, vampires, magic orbs, dinosaurs, and finger-lickin'-good blood all over.)
Log;
X has been slowly building up the contents of his apartment over time, suited to his needs in the city. Strewn across half of the living space, computers and more computers, piled high with stolen trinkets and valuables, wires and cables running back and forth between them in a tangled mess. Some of the stolen goods are broken or defaced, and the multicolored coins of the city are strewn everywhere.
The other half, the part with the bare floor, has been thoroughly scrubbed clean after a couple near misses with the members of the city with excellent senses of smell. This part has glass-cutters, knives, hacksaws, files, and other useful tools, all equally washed down, and an economy-size bottle of bleach nestled in the corner.
Crouched down in the middle of his nest of computers and junk, X was bored, scanning the 'network' yet again. Everything was fixed from his run-in with Envy, including the missing arm now, but he his cells didn't have much energy for anything else yet. Another day or two of rest before he could venture out, he figured.
--
Instead, his feet had been the puppeted ones of the so-called prince of the Varia, ones with footsteps that had gotten louder as he approached the mess that surrounded X. Obscured eyes scanned the cramped room before he settled comfortably onto the first clean surface he could find. He held out an arm, fingers clasped into a fist as he introduced himself with a simple, "A present."
--
Keeping his prince drugged for so long was a pain, and it was such a trivial usage of the denshi drug, making someone to fetch things for him and do errands. But with Ai's absence, it was something of a necessity -- that, and it did cater to the childish part of X's apparent personality.
"For me? How thoughtful," X beamed and held out his hands. He wasn't really sure what to expect, but it was sure to be interesting. A lot of things were, in this city.
--
The prince nodded, laughing beneath his breath as he opened his palm, letting the rune fall into X's waiting hands. It had taken time to look up the woman that X had spoken about, after all. He cocked his head to the side, staring down at the other, "It's what you said to get. The prince returns victorious again."
--
X stared at the blue orb in his hands.
"It's very pretty," he said, holding it up to the light. "But not what I asked for, Prince. These have to be 'fixed' according to the network, and that's not something I want to do yet."
"It's too bad we couldn't just break in and take things from her store," he sighed, flopping back into the nest of wires and tossing the orb up and down lke a ball. "But I don't really trust any of the people that deal with magic much, and it's hard to say how she might be protected."
He sat up again suddenly, catching the orb midair, suddenly excited by a thought. "Hey, Prince. Did you bring anything else?"
--
"Hmmm," Belphegor gave a noncommital sound as he leaned back. It was close enough, he'd thought, but magic and that sort of thing were always more Marmon's strong points. The only time he really cared about it was when it was pointed at him and then it was only fun until he could figure out how to use it. "Nope," he answered, finally, "Nothing else."
--
"Aww, nothing to eat this time?" X said, sounding a little disappointed. He tilted his head, trying to peer up under the fringe of hair over Belphegor's eyes. "Hey, Prince, can you really see well like that?"
--
Belphegor tilted his head back, looking down at the other as he shifted. It didn't take him long to figure out what the other was talking about, though. "These?" he laughed, breathily as he reached up to flick at the shaggy blond bangs, "I can see just right. Just means you can't see where I'm looking at." "'Sides," a thin finger curled around a strand, tugging at it as his smile slit a bit wider, "It creeps Squalo out something nasty."
--
"And it means nobody can see how much you're enjoying yourself," X smiled cheerfully.
A thought occurred to X. "Are your friends looking for you yet?" he asked, using the term 'friends' in the loosest sense of the word. He grabbed Belphegor's pant leg to help haul himself up off the floor. He didn't have to, but well, his princely companion was right there after all. "
--
Belphegor's snicker rang again, familiar as he let the other use him to bring himself up to a more equal height. He rested a palm on his chin, "I think they were fighting over my bed last time they were on the network." His fingers found purchase on one of his knives' handles, fiddling with it lazily, "The prince will have to kill them if they get his sheets nasty."
--
"Yes, no blood on the sheets," X agreed, cheerfully oblivious. Or, not so much oblivious, as a person with very different things going on in his mind. He threw the orb up in the air again and let it fall to the ground carelessly as he padded over to the kitchen on bare feet.
--
"Or other things," Belphegor amended, watching for a bit before hopping lightly off his perch to follow after X. His booted feet crunched wires and the rest of X's mess beneath them as he did.
--
"As long as you remember that too, you can keep staying here," X remarked blithely, opening the fridge door and pulling out the the huge bowl filled up with the bloody remnants of whatever last night's meal had been. He wasn't 100% sure what it had started out as originally, since it was pretty sliced up by the time his Prince had dragged it home, but it tasted good. It was just messy, with that blood all over.
"Hey, Prince? You want some leftovers too?"
--
The self-titled prince shrugged. It wasn't like he did anything really messy while he slept and, as much as he liked the feel of blood on him, it made his sheets weird if he slept on them like that. "You didn't finish?" Belphegor asked, reaching over to relieve X of part of the bowl's contents and giving it a curious squeeze. It still smelled pretty fresh and wobbled a bit as he tossed it up to catch with his mouth.
--
X plopped the bowl on the counter and reached in, fishing around in the bottom of the bloody mess of mystery meat for something substantial. "I was a bit full, so I thought I should save it for a snack later. Still good, I think," he said, happily munching down and dripping blood all over his clothes, excess from the way he reached in running down and dripping off his elbow.
--
Belphegor chewed on his bit for a while, trying to work it into pieces. It seemed like his kill from the night before was a little tougher than he thought it'd be. "Dunno. I don't eat a lot of this."
--
"Me neither. At least not usually." X, on the other hand seemed to swallow his whole and dove in for more. There would probably be another cleaning job to be done in the near future. X was a messy eater. "But maybe it's the right way to go, I think. Way better than whole frogs. That's just gross." He wiggled his toes, smearing some of the spattered blood on the floor.
--
"Eeeh?" Belphegor knelt by the other to get another handful, giving it a little shake to let the blood dribble off into the bowl before taking a lazy bite. "They still alive when you eat them or dead?"
--
"Dead, I think." X's memory was hazy on that point, but he was sure that he'd have remembered if they'd jumped off the plate when Ai served them up.
He snagged the last piece, some tendon-y bits hanging off it, and looked mournfully at the pool of blood in the bottom of the bowl. "Hey Prince, maybe next time we could get something from the zoo. I bet they've got something that would be more challenging for you."
--
Belphegor finished the last of his piece, eying his fingers before giving them a slow lick to clean off most of the blood that clung to them with remarkable persistence. "Like an elephant? Or a panda? I've never been, you know."
--
"Like a dinosaur!" X said after he'd finished gulping down his own stringy morsel, and smiled happily. "You want this for anything?" He asked, jiggling the bowl at Belphegor. He knew the prince's criminal desires revolved around blood, but the exact nature of his interest was a bit mysterious still.
--
"They have them here? Real dinosaurs?" Belphegor's eyebrows raised behind the thin fringe of hair. He hadn't heard anything like that. In fact, he was kind of tempted to go to the zoo and see for himself. Almost so much that he didn't notice the bowl, "Nope. Gonna drink it?"
--
"Aah, yeah. I saw a few the last time I was in there."
"Hmm." X hadn't been thinking about drinking the blood especially. He'd been planning to dump it down the sink. "Prince, maybe I'm a vampire!" he beamed. "There are a lot of them here after all. I should drink it, just in case."
--
It almost would make sense, at least, as far as Belphegor knew. He'd met all kinds of things since coming to the City, even crazier things than Marmon could think up. It would almost be more fun if his friend were something more than just a funny human. "Maybe you should. It would make sense seeing how many there are."
--
"Yeah!" X tilted the bowl up to his lips and glugged it all down, as fast as possible.
"What do you think? Does it suit me?" he asked with a smile when he'd finished. When he took the bowl away, he'd made his eyes blood red and canine teeth made pointed and elongated. The malicious look would be more impressive without the blood moustache.
--
The prince paused, staring down at the other and blinking for a second. But, it didn't take too long for his tell-tale laugh to start up again. He leaned forward to flick his tongue across the mess on X's cheek before shaking his head, "They're too big. You don't look half as scary as they do in the movies."
--
"Aww," X complained, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. Being licked was strange. He supposed he should try to get the rest of the blood off his face after all. "Maybe I'll make them better next time. It's hard to talk around teeth like this - I wonder how they do it?"
He spit the fangs into the bowl with a rattle, and when he opened his eyes again, they were back to that strange double-irised purpley-blue. Tilting his head, X looked like he was about to say something, only to be interrupted by a sudden yaaaaawn.
--
Belphegor reached into the bowl after the fangs, picking them up with a curious tilt of his head. He lifted it to his mouth to toy with, carelessly getting more of a mess on his hands than before. "Dunno. You figure they ever cut themselves with them?" he gave them a flick to test their solidity.
--
"They never did in the movies. But I don't know, I haven't really talked to a real one here. Or at least, one that can turn into a bat or a wolf or anything like that," X mumbled, a little disappointed. "The Methuselah don't sound much like real vampires if you ask me. And then there was that wizard, Harry Dresden. He didn't look much like a movie wizard either."
"Ah well." X beamed, and reached up to put his hands on Belphegor's shoulders, looking up at his newest companion with a smile. "It's what's inside that counts, right?"
--
Behind shaggy bangs, the prince blinked at the sudden contact before he let the fangs fall back onto the floor. He reached out, mimicking X's pose by placing his hands on smaller shoulders as he grinned, "And what you can do to make it come outside, right?"
--
"So I can see it properly, that's right. You catch on fast," X grinned. "Maybe I'll see inside one of them soon, but..." His smile split into another yawn. He hopped up off the floor, arms wrapped around the Belphegor's shoulders, smaller frame hanging from taller one. "Right now, I want to go to bed," he mumbled. He wasn't sure if all the blood he'd just drank was making him queasy or not, but he suddenly didn't feel like walking even that short distance.
--
And he talked about Belphegor messing up the sheets with his blood. The drugged prince made a face, but shifted his arm to hold the younger boy steady as he ducked through the space that X called his own.
--
Over Belphegor's back, as he was being carried past the living room, X caught a glimpse of the shiny blue sphere that Belphegor had bought for him, that he'd so carelessly dropped a short while ago. "Don't forget to go get the scrolls I wanted this time," he mumbled in his Prince's ear. "Scrolls this time."
--
Belphegor made a face at the reminder of his mistake. They were pretty much the same as far as he was concerned. He shifted the killer a little higher to better carry his weight as he made his way to the bed, with a vague noise of assent before shrugging the other onto the waiting bed.
--
X flopped, mumbled something that was probably a 'goodnight', and promptly curled up into a ball and closed his eyes. He did, of course, smear a little blood across the clean sheets, something he'd probably forget about and blame Belphegor for later. But that would be another day to worry about.