tampered | Log: Ongoing

Log: Ongoing

When; March 3 (night, into midnight)
Rating; R (language, violence, mild gore)
Characters; Joshua

apostleofhope, Rosette

bound_by_time, the Corinthian

bitingnightmare, Cassidy

beer_over_blood, Elle Driver

venomouselle, now with a dash of Doumeki

monsterepellant
Summary; In retaliation over this, Team Dirty plans a strike just outside of the Cathedral.
Log;

[He's waiting in the dark, a calm purr in a shadow of dreams for Joshua. Perhaps he's foe, perhaps he's friend, but there's no doubt in the Corinthian's mind that a voice like Rosette's can bring Joshua out of bed.]

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[This dream is far better than the others that have plagued him, having been resting for two days after that little run in with Faye. But he's not sure if it's even a dream... He just knows Rosette's calling him, and he's confused, so with a rustle of sheets and blankets he's slipping out of bed to follow the voice.]

[The shifting in the bed barely raised the girl from her dreams, blue eyes creaking open as she felt the bed lift, Joshua's weight moving across the room.]

Joshua?

[She frowned, rubbing her eyes as she slipped out of bed too, following after him, yawning. He was probably was going for some water, and she would probably tag along for some too, her fingers instinctively curling around a gun that was hidden near the door, just in case. ]

You need to get better at sneaking out, I could hear every movement.

[He stops, because suddenly Rosette's voice is all over the place. But it's only a moment before he starts walking again, heading out of the room and trudging down the halls]

Sister...

[Company? He isn't too concerned yet, Joshua still seemingly undisturbed. He asks the boy to join him outside, towards the trees, to see the peach blossoms carried by the wind under a clear sky. His voice is sweet, just like his sister's.]

Yeah yeah I'm here.

[She yawned, dragging after him, bare feet slapping on the cool floor. It took her a few minutes to realize that they weren't heading for the kitchen, and it wasn't the bathroom they were heading for either.]

Hey Joshua. Where are we going?

[She made a face, reaching out for his arm, tugging.]

Hey!

[The grip on his arm irritates him and he gives a rough shove without hesitation before continuing on. He remembers where the nearest exit is... Just off to his left, as a short cut to the small garden and then the woods. He's walking faster now, undisturbed by the night's chill.]

[He tells Joshua it's cold, that he could use his company, out by the edge of the woods where the shadows are waiting. One vampire, one serpent, and one nightmare, waiting in the wings. He opens his teeth eyes with a subtle hrrsch from each.]

He's got company.

[Who was going to take care of that company was anyone's guess, but Cori won't volunteer. He has other ideas in mind.]

[This reaction snapped her quickly out of her daze, and a cool chill traveled to her stomach that had nothing to do with the cool air she was following him into.]

JOSHUA!

[She hurried to catch up with him, cursing as she skipped over the cold grass and stones, placing her hands against his chest,the gun held carefully in one.]

Hey! Wake up!

[hands go around Rosette's waist, firm, but not harsh]

Oy, luv, lets not interfere, ey?

[Ready and raring to go, Elle stands near Cassidy.]

I can cover this.

[She smiles, but it is nothing sweet.]

[Joshua slows down considerably, then stops just at the edge of the wood. Asleep or not, the Devil in him can sense the other people. He tilts his head in their direction, then reaches in the direction for the woods.]

...Rosette... You're cold?

[Without warning to neither redhead nor blond, the Corinthian lunges forward, disregarding Rosette's firearm presence (those two should keep her busy). And his knife is out, a pig sticker rather than his balisong. He challenges himself to gouge Joshua's socket and remove his eye within five strokes or less.]

[The girl jumped as hands clasped around her waist, and her eyes narrow, Whipping her weaponed arm back, meaning to hit him in the face.]

Back the fuck off-

[And then there was a movement beside them, wind, and then there's blood down Joshua's face, the nightmare gouging out her brother's eye. With a sharp gasp, she whipped the gun around at where his head was, and hopefully still was, pulling the trigger.]

JOSHUA!

[Cassidy's hand goes over the barrel - his speed was good for some things - and the bullet lodges painfully in between his finger bones]

Shite! Bloody fuckin' 'ell!

[He manages to hold onto Rosette with his other arm, at least for now]

Fuckin' go, then, will ye!

[said to Elle]

[The gunfire interrupts the memory of how nerves feel when there is nothing left in an eye socket. She's returned to the present.]

Oh shit. [Right.]

[Elle wrestles for the gun. It's an easier task with Cassidy involved. The katana fastened at her hip for hopeful later use.]

Nhg!

[The girl tried her best to keep hold of her gun, grabbing it with her other hand as she leaned back against her captor, bringing her feet up and kicking the woman in the chest the best she could, refusing to let go of her gun, and trying to twist out of Cassidy's arms, spewing out curses, mixed with frantic calls for her brother.]

[Cassidy held her for another minute, just another, before she wiggled out. He couldn't help it - he wanted to have some respect for her]

Shite!

You little fuc--!

[Elle didn't tumble, thanks to keeping a solid footing. She did stagger back. If Cassidy wasn't going to grab her, then hell someone had to. The assassin fought through the pain of being winded to leap at Rosette again.]

[Hitting the ground nearly knocked her silly, white stars flashing in front of her eyes as the gun dropped from between the two, and she rolled to her side, snatching at it as she tried to drag herself back to her feet quickly, bolting away from the two aggressors as she tried to clear her vision enough to get in a shot at them, stumbling.]

JOSHUA!

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[Surprisingly, Joshua is perfectly still at first, the shock of it and being woken up by it keeping his brain from properly registering at first. It's the sound of the gunshot that makes him snap to the present, right eye opening just in time to see something bloodied being pulled away.]

Ro-

[No, not Rosette. It was...that fucking nightmare, and he was holding... Oh God. Stumbling back a few inches, both hands fly to cover his eye as he screams, both horns now visible as he hunches over.]

[He backs away immediately, following the sound of gunfire and just smiles, tossing Joshua's eye up by its severed nerve endings to catch it by the sclera in the palm of his hand.]

Horns.

[The Corinthian says in warning to both Cassidy and Elle.]

[He's not even fully aware of who else is in the area yet. Joshua's far too focused on the pain and God oh God why can he heal everyone but himself? And then he's focused on the one who caused the pain, but wait, he has to tilt his head more now to see him properly and that's even more frustrating. Joshua recognizes him, even if all he can see is red, and eventually the screaming forms words.]

Corinthian!

[And he's now the one lunging, but no one can even tell until the Corinthian's on the ground and Joshua's on top of him, ripping the knife from him. Already the air around him begins to thicken and swirl, a light purple haze in the breeze. Anyone trying to touch him know will know what it's like for time to truly stop.]

[Does he have to say his name so loudly? He thinks Blue might even hear it, and he wishes the golden boy didn't have to. Nevertheless, he pockets the eye safely, a wrong move because within a fraction of a second Joshua's on him.]

Shit!

[Blade torn away, his fingers hurt from the wrench alone so his teeth eyes rasp, that characteristic hrrschh at Joshua, horns or no horns. Just like the conjuring purple, the Corinthian reaches for his fears, nothing but pitch black as is the nightmare's function. It doesn't last long however as he balls his fist and slugs it straight for Joshua's temple.]

[He could have dodged. Would have... But the sudden fear had left him frozen. All he could feel were sharp pricks all over his body, and he could smell the rust and hear that scraaaape. The punch knocks him off of the Corinthian to collapse on the ground, screaming all over again.]

I didn't do it, I didn't do that! I'm not the jackal!

[He rolls aside, to put distance between them. Shit he hasn't heard nary a mention of the Red Horror in almost a year, but Cori remembers him well too, his counterpart in that world. The White Horror drags his hand along his side, mimicking the large knife the butcher would carry, and his teeth eyes copy the ominous scraping. He motions as if to cut Joshua down with his phantom sword.]