Come Out & Play (Legion/Open)

[Kevala Katashi]

One day...

That was all she was asking. One day to come to this bloody place and NOT get sucked into some stupid petty argument about nothing of any real matter or concern to her. She had just come to grab up some paperwork, that was all. She wanted to make sure she didn't fall too far behind and seeing as how it was in her personal safe, Carmine didn't have access.

Next thing you know, she was stopped on her way out with file in hand by some random student, crying and panting through snot and tears about a fight between the Varsity Captain and the former School Captain. One that had clearly been going badly to get this sort of reaction.

Ugh...do we haaaaaave to?!

You know we do.

But..But...Cael...

Since when did you become a whiny little brat?

Have you seen him?

Hmm.....Good point. We will make it fast.

Bleh...Fine.

The demon in her mind giving a rather unhappy sigh as it began to pace anxiously in the recesses of her mind. File tucked away into her back pocket as she stepped around the student who was still talking, though to be honest she hadn't been listening for the past two minutes or so...She genuinely didn't give a fuck....but yeah..for the sake of looking like she wasn't completely absent, she would take a look-see.

Nearing the class, she could smell the blood, however little of it there was, and she heard the strained whimpers that could only be coming from her daughter...No real concern, since she knew that Kazumi could handle herself, but still, curiosity if nothing else.

Her feet, clad in those usual combat boots, dragging her lazy butt toward the door as she rand her fingers through her hair. Dressed in a pair of jeans and a small white t-shirt it was clear she wasn't really at school to stick around, rather just...passing through..annoyance a high likelihood in that case.

Stepping into the open doorway she would press her shoulder into the frame and fold her arms over her chest, eyes scanning over Kazumi first and then over Patrick or whatever name he went by these days. "Ah, young love...So.....stupid." She pursed her lips as she would tilt her head and lock eyes innocently enough upon Patrick or Legion, or whatever. "Is there a reason you insist upon fucking up my school? Or are you just inherently a pain in the ass?"

It was no real secret that she didn't have any sense of like or caring or....anything...for him. If anything, he was like that bug that splattered on your windshield that no amount of washer fluid or wiper action could be rid of. That fly buzzing around your head as you sat in your kitchen. Nor would he ever be anything more in her eyes. Oh sure, at one point she could have possibly tried to in some fucked up way respect him...but now...yeaaaah..not happening.

"Kazumi, are you alright?" More of a "Say you are okay so I can leave" type thing, though it took a second and her eyes fell upon the leg...getting a rather exhasperated sigh from her. "What are you? Five? Yes, break her leg...THAT will make her love you."

Men are such idiots...

Not all of them.

This one is.

I think they fried a few brain cells.

Why can't more men be like Cael?

The world can only handle so many at one time.

But he is so....

Her mind wandering as a little grin would absentmindedly curl upon her lips. He was yummy wasn't he...What with his well toned muscles...and that scent that seemed to envelop him...The way his hands felt over her fle--

She blinked and shook her head slightly, eyes snapping back to Legion now. "I hope you realize how much you are fucking with my day right now." Nope..not happy...cause now, she just wanted to go home and make love to Cael til he passed out. (Hehe...always fun.)

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She would press her back into the wall, taking the little breather as she reached down and pulled up the leg of her jeans, noting the very discolored and clearly broken look of her leg. Ugh, she hated him more than ever right now. Though before she could really open her mouth to say anything, a familiar voice would ring out from behind her...well behind and to the left.

Now normally, that Southern accent and purred words would irritate her. One, because he Mother had a grace and seductiveness about her that nobody, unless they were retarded could deny. Two, because she could handle herself and didn't need the woman interfering. But at this moment, well she found Kevala's appearance rather amusing. "Marriage counselling at its finest..." Chuckling softly in her own Italian accent as she drew her good leg upward and rested her arm across it.

A glance down to her leg as her Mother saw it and then back toward Legion with that little grin curled upon her lips. "Oh he was just trying to prove how much of a man he is." Shrugging it off and laying her head back as she let out a bored and tired little sigh. "He failed...In case you were wondering." Glancing once more to her Mom and shrugging a little more....arching her brow slightly as if to say "I don't get it" though perhaps not for the reasons one might think. It was very much a "I don't get why he would eve bother" than anything....

Her hand reaching back to press against the wall as she would force herself to stand once more. Having to struggle with her balance for a moment and catch herself back against the wall in the process. Eventually she would manage, if just barely. "If you wanted to stick around, I think he was just about to try and drive that point home by knocking me out .... or breaking something else...Not sure which. Probably both." She would speak of it rather casually, as if it was just another day..which...in her mind...it was. Nothing special to be had. Just another bully trying to prove he was better and nothing more.

[Legion]

Legion was about to let Patrick out, let him sort out this mess with Kazumi/Nyx. Sure, Legion felt an attachment to her, but that was because of Patrick, not him. The dark stuff, he'd gladly take care of, but the mind numbingly boring talking related stuff, even if there was torture and sex involved, bleck. Too much of that boring stuff for him to deal with. Patrick could take that one, he had the legitimate stake in there. But then that woman that had stripped him of his title had to show up. The one that he knew was Kazumi/Nyx's mother. Legion sighed on hearing her voice. This was getting so incredibly boring. But he figured he'd at least do Patrick one solid so the guy might somehow be able to salvage what was turning into a mess.

For that reason and that reason alone he'd bit his tongue on fucking up her school. Turning and stepping back so that he could see both women without doing a 180 each time he had to see the other. Listening to both of them speak, largely ignoring Kazumi's comments as with both of their suffering he didn't particularly need to snap at every little thing. Though he would speak up in reply to one of Kazumi's comments, though his eyes would be turned towards Kevala, demonic tones in his voice letting her know who he was, or rather, who he wasn't, "Not prove how much of a man I am, rather help Patrick get Nyx back in control, the true personality that he fell in love with and is still in love with."

And with that Legion would give control back to Patrick, a few blinks given as he took in the pain that he was feeling, not entirely bad, but the rush was distracting as he wanted to catch up to the situation. The darkness from him dropping dramatically as it was clear he was a different person, or a different facet of himself. Eyes still fixed on Kevala, Patrick would speak as he regain full awareness of his surroundings, familiar irish accent thick in his voice curiosity and seriousness in his voice, "What was Nyx's birth name? The one ye gave her before ye sent her away. The one she had before Kazumi was given control and had it changed?"

Curiosity because not only did Patrick want to know, but because he didn't know exactly how much Kevala knew. Even though now he didn't remember her, she seemed like a woman that knew a lot more the she let on. But did she know this? Nyx didn't seem to think so. Patrick couldn't be too certain though, just the way he was. Though the seriousness in his tone to convey that if Kevala didn't know, that he wasn't making this shit up. Though Patrick figured the specific and obscure question he asked would probably cue her into that fact, hopefully. Patrick didn't know if she'd care, seeing how she seemed to be a cold woman, but he could only hope she had love for her daughter, her true daughter. Then again there was her disdain for him, and the situation she found him in. It wasn't unbelievable he was just trying to cover his ass and he knew Kazumi was about to lie her ass off. Unfortunately for Patrick his only real hope was that Kevala would be somewhat curious as to how he knew something that he should know. But the way Patrick saw it, he had a snowball's chance in hell.

Legion really hadn't been kidding when he left him out to try and salvage what was quickly becoming a debacle, but regardless of the outcome Patrick wouldn't stop. It wasn't an option for him, he had vowed Nyx to bring her out, to save her. Determination that wasn't out of some sort of blood lust or darkness showing in his eyes...

[Kevala Katashi]

Should probably stop by the store and pick up some stuff for Cael. Pretty sure he is getting tired of wearing Carmine's clothes and lets face it...its a lil creepy.

Yeah, I was thinking that too. Oh! We could get another bag of candy too, cause yeah, you are out.

Oh yeah, that's right...but then again my mouth has been so busy that--

She was drawn out of her own little "one and one" conversation by the sound of that voice speaking up, his words getting a slight arch of her brow as she tiled her head...staring rather blankly at him for a moment. Not that she was playing dumb, she had just been lost in la-la land thinking about that yummy piece of ass she had at home...who she just so happened to be madly in love with annnnd then BAM...Mr. Serious Pants had to go and fuck it up. Honestly, the dude needed to reach back and remove that stick from his ass because he was honestly one of the most boring people she had ever met.....And that was saying something considering she had been friend with Kazy-pooh for like...15 years.

However, his words would eventually get through her "You're so boring! SHUT THE FUCK UP!" filter and register within her brain. Those icy hues lighting up as a loud, boisterous laugh would erupt from her. Hard enough that she dropped her arms from her chest, where they had been resting quite comfortably, and wrap around her stomach..Well one of them at least, the other having to shoot out and grip the door frame she had been against to keep from falling over.

"Oh...Oh my gods!!" She quite literally, could not breath. Never, in her life, had she heard something so utterly and completely funny! "He....You!!" Her hand removing itself from her stomach to point to Patrick and then back to Kaz before once more wrapping around her stomach as she laughed that much harder. "Did you know he was this stup...this STUPID when you married him?!?! HAHA!" She laughed so hard, she literally gave a little snort before her hand would shoot upward to cover her mouth and nose...not doing much to silence the little snorts that came from her...a rare thing indeed since she had to be laughing pretty hard for that to happen and well...she didn't get that much amusement that often.

Finally, struggling to breath...tears in her icy hues as she pushed away from the door and staggered into the room, just looking back and forth between the two of them and shaking her head slightly. Then, with the utmost effort, she would right herself, shoulders squaring away as she would start to allow her laughing to ebb.

Just breath...

I am trying!

Well try harder!

But...But did you hear him!?

That was kinda funny huh?

Annnd she lost it again...She was dying here because the fact..that he would think, he could pop into existence and ask her something like that, was funny enough...But the thing that made it truly classic, was that he looked like he genuinely thought he was going to get an answer. "You...I didn't think you had that kind of hilarity in you!!" Moving to lean back into the chalk board off to his right as she would grip her side which now hurt like a bitch....and breath. Yes...air....she needed that. She wasn't a fish.

Her hands behind her back, resting over that little metal thingy that the chalk and erasers and shit sat in...protecting her lower back from the cold metal...she would finally...FIIIIINALLY begin to pull herself together. Her breathing heavy, but there at least...her eyes still glinting with tears of her sudden outburst and her cheeks slightly darkened due to the reddening brought on by laughter...Locks of auburn hair falling across her eyes as she would run her tongue slowly over her lower lip.

"I don't know to feel sorry for you, or hate you right now. I mean...I have a strict rule against hating retarded people." A slight chuckle in her tone, though she kept it together this go around, if just barely. Such a casual, light demeanor about her as she shook her head, putting her head down for a moment to draw in a breath and further settle herself. "You reaaally wanna know?"

Head down, her eyes would glance up to him and then, in a split second, that blue would flash to crimson and her hands would come from behind her back, her two erasers clapping together directly in front of his face, creating a rather thick cloud of dust...though the second they connected with each other, they would be released, her body dropping down...Without making a single sound she would flick up the leg of her jeans and in one fluid motion pulling that silver blade she kept stashed there at all times from its sheath as she rose to stand and driving it directly into his stomach as deep as she possibly could. Hopeful...of course...that that silence she had been gifted with and the lack of sight caused by that dust would allow her to pull it off...

Now, if she did...she would lean in within the next instant and speak in a low growl against his ear. "I will die before I tell you..." Twisting the blade rather sharply with a small grunt from the effort put forth. "Oh, and respect your elders....boy.." Then, she would step back...making sure to take her knife with her as she did.

What?

It was like the only gift she ever got from Gabriel...Like hell she was leaving it in his stomach!

[Legion]

Yeah, slim chance that was what it had been really. That laugh telling him he had been better off on his own, keeping his mouth shut. But it was a chance he had to take. Willing to put of with this kind of a response. Laughter. Derision. For Nyx, Patrick was sure he'd put up with just about anything, take just about any risk. Though was this really a risk? One had to ask because he literally couldn't care what this woman thought of him. Perhaps if he didn't have the demon in him he might have, but not anymore at least. Though he honestly did feel a sting, but that wasn't for his own self. It was for Nyx. Things seemed to be slipping away down this avenue, though he was far from done. He'd figure out a way, some how, there was really no other option for him in his mind.

Listening to her insult his intelligence, watching her stumble into the room with laughter. The only real sense of loss, pain or insult he felt was on Nyx's behalf. That it would only take longer for him to get her free. Though Kazumi seemed to be taking a stronger foothold in the body at this point. Something that was quite concerning, especially now that he wasn't going to be getting any help from the mother. Watching her laugh, almost made him feel pain, but made him dig in his feet, at least mentally. Knowing that no good would come from feeling pain or even wishing he could, thinking it somewhat of a blessing that he couldn't right now.

Watching her over at that chalkboard, a curious look would remain on his face as he wondered what exactly she was planning now. It wasn't good for him, he knew that much. Made obvious by her insulting his mental capabilities. Though his eyes would narrow into a somewhat knowing stare as she asked him that question. The flash of crimson in her eyes signalling nothing good for his fate as she clapped those erasers in his face, now certain of what came next but he wouldn't move. Not really sure why, the only possible reason being that perhaps she'd believe him or some crazy shit if he stayed still, and he knew that one wasn't going to fly. Still her remained still until he felt that knife plunge deep into his stomach, causing him to gasp for breath.

Listening to her growl against his ear he got his answer, as well as that remark as she twisted that knife in him getting a pained groan from him. Feeling her rip it from him he'd fall to his knees, feeling his guts rushing to spill out of his stomach.

"I see," Patrick observed not even looking up at her, defeated for the moment as the life drained from his body and eyes, "Ye'd rather that thing that calls itself Kazumi kill yer daughter and take full control over her body then stop it."

As soon as he finished his words he would crumple forward, onto his face as he felt the blood pool out of him, vision fading as he felt the flames consume him as everything faded into darkness. Funny, this time the despair felt quite real, even though he knew that it was going to end, sooner or later...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

The laughter...that is what made her stop in her movements and tense up. She knew better than to move or say anything...in fact, she would take a step to the right and out of the way as her Mother came forward. She had to admit, the woman's genuine amusement at this whole situation was funny...but she knew that laughter wasn't a good thing when it came from Kev in this situation. Nope...she just propped her butt up against the desk and folded her arms over her chest...watching, listening and waiting....taking weight off her leg in the process.

A few words, ones she had to admit were rather....good. Knowing now where she got her mouth from and grinning slightly. She did have say, it was a pretty silly thing to ask her Mother...especially when the woman had already expressed annoyance. But then, some people liked to push buttons..Pat being no different.

A mere glimpse of that crimson caught before a flurry of dust and movements would end this little discussion. Blood spilling forth as that knife plunged into his stomach, getting a wrinkle of her nose...and nothing more. Watching, she heard a fragment of those words that came from her Mother and would grin slightly...chuckling a bit to herself as the older woman stepped back and retracted her knife...Eyes following Pat, for that was who it was now right?...as he fell to the floor. "You do realize he comes back. Right?" Not sure if her Mother was privy to that little fact, but figuring she owed her that much at least.

A little glance cast toward the woman before she would slink down to her hands and knees with a small grunt of pain....dragging herself slowly and slinkily across the floor as the blood ran and the light began to fade from his eyes...dipping down to slowly drag her tongue through the blood that now covered the floor, letting it coat her palms in the process. "I take it back...Like this..your blood is juuuuust right." Purring as the blood dripped from her lips...her leg healing as it was the only injury that she held....it was still sore as a mother fucker, but the damage was pretty well mended by the time she would push back and rise to stand, offering a respectful little bow to her Mother and then turning to leave."Goodbye Mother. Do enjoy your day. I know I will." Chuckling softly before disappearing through the doorway and soon vanishing around a corner and completely out of sight.

[Kevala Katashi]

The instant that knife pierced his flesh, she felt the heat of his blood as it coated her hand...spilling over the handle of the knife given how deeply she buried it. His words...yeaaah she barely heard them. "You don't tell me who my child is....Especially when you cannot even figure that question out for yourself." The knife pulled back, she would turn her nose up at the blood as she looked at the blade. Typically...she would indulge...especially given how hungry she was...but she was not blind to the tension between him and Cael and be damned if she didn't genuinely want to do the right thing here...Or what she saw as the right thing...which was to NOT ingest his blood when she had a perfectly good, sexy...yummy....oh my gods...

You are getting distracted again...

Oh! Oops!

I know..its hard...

Well yeeaaah.....

Blinking a bit as she would drag the blade along her jeans, cleaning it off as best she could before lowering herself back down to tuck it away where it belonged. When she rose to stand, the hand covered in blood would then be wiped off on her ass, leaving a rather dark and bloody hand print in its wake, something that would be fun to explain when she got home later.

Though as she stood there, her attention would again be diverted by the words which came from her daughter, her brow arching slightly before she would sigh rather annoyed. "Well that sucks." Lips forming into a pout as she would shake her head and then purse them slightly...her mind playing over a few things as eyes followed the movements of her daughter with mild amusement.

It wouldn't be until Kaz had stood up to leave that Kev would turn to her, a little bow of her head offered in return as she watched her exit before turning back toward the lifeless, or rather, near lifeless form of Patrick. The blood which had been pooling out of him having already reached her boots, seeping beneath the souls as she stood there for a moment longer before slowly stalking forward with that slow, feline like grace that only she had ever held. Years of perfecting it down to an art making her both naturally alluring and deadly at the same time.

As she neared him, she would use the toe of her boot to flip him onto his back easily enough, knowing that there was no real fight left in him and knowing that she had a promise to uphold here. Her legs parting as she would silently and just as fluidly move to straddle him...lowering herself down to sit upon his hips, just below the area she had essentially gutted him. Slowly, her hand would travel down along her opposing leg, delicate fingers tracing the contours of her calf before pulling up the leg of her jeans to expose the other blade that went with the one she had previously used.

Pulling it forth, she would lean down, strawberry scent mixing with that of the blood as she would allow her hair to dangle softly just above his face. "And to think...when we first met...you doubted me and my ability...You thought me...weak..." Her fingers curling about the handle of that knife before she would jerk back and plunge it into his chest...blood spurting forth to cover her face and neck...dripping down her chest to stain through that white t-shirt she wore.

Wasting little time, she would jerk downward...forming a large enough incision that when her knife was removed...her free hand could plunge within his chest, reaching with flawless effort through him to wrap fingers about that barely beating heart of his...massaging it slowly as to make sure he stayed alive just a few beats longer. "No amount of skill will ever compare to how utterly fucked up I am..." And then, with that, she would jerk back, ripping his heart from within him until it laid motionless within her hand, held above him...Blood having completely covered her front at this point, though she wouldn't even blink...

Instead, she would shudder softly...a shaky breath given as eyes would close...savoring the moment. To be honest...it was almost better than sex....ALMOST. The pleasure rippling through her and causing her to fight back a soft sigh of contentment.

"Kevala.." A firm, soft voice coming from beside her as Carmine stood looking in at the events now unfolding. No shock or surprise in his face or his tone...as he had seen worse over the past 17 years...much worse. He was just simply trying to snap her out of it, knowing all too well how far she could and likely would take this.

"Yes, yes...I am coming." Her breath more even now as she tucked her knife away and rose to stand...blood drenched jeans clinging to her body as she moved toward the desk...plucking up a nail file which laid among the blood and other such materials strewn about the room. The heart laid upon the desk, she would stab the nail file through it and into the table before turning toward the blackboard....Bloody fingertips used to scrawl a message for him when he woke.

I told you what would happen if you hurt my daughter. See you soon.
-Kev <3

With that, she would turn to leave..no attention paid to the mess behind her as she reached out and trailed a bloody finger along the starched white front of Carmine's shirt. "I am hungry, we should stop for groceries on the way home. You don't mind running in do you?"

A wave given toward the mess behind her. "Do close up this room though and seal it off. I don't want anyone disturbing my little message before he wakes." Carmine's brows raising from behind those shades as he looked at her, almost as though she had officially lost it this time. "Oh don't look at me like that...He apparently cannot die. Lovely trait really. Just means I can do this over, and over, and over again." Oh, that thought was delightful.

Though that was all she would have to say on the matter...rather intent upon getting back home to the man she had left laying naked in her bed. Ugh...the things that image did to her. "Hurry up Carmine. i wish to go home now." And with that, she would silently disappearing out of the door and down the hall.

Carmine, left to growl in frustration over his shirt, would look to the mess before moving to leave the room..Locking the door and makings sure to place a "Wet Floor" sign in front of it before following after Kev...more than certain nobody would bother to disturb the room...After all, it had been destroyed as far as the teacher and the students new...Though he had to admit, he had a feeling this was going to get worse before things were over.

[Legion]

Those words from her went unanswered. He could have spat something back but at this point it really didn't matter. Defiance meant little to him, besides, he didn't need her on his back forever. He knew who her daughter was. And he was going to get her back, somehow. The daughter that had been born to her, not the thing that inhabited her body. Disgust for the thing rising, though that didn't show as blood pooled below him as he heard that thing cooing beside him, drinking his blood. Taunting him. Fucking bitch.

Hearing her walk away he'd continue to feel the blood pour out of him until he felt that foot at his side, flipping him on his back. Too physically weak to fight back at this point. Feeling her sit on his stomach, giving a slight groan as she did, because damn, he had just been stabbed there. Watching her as she pulled that new knife out. Not entirely sure what she was going to do at this point, exactly, but having a vague idea of what was going to happen. Listening to her words he would look at her blankly through those glazed over eyes. He couldn't remember that, and he somewhat doubted it. She seemed like a woman that would have his begrudging respect at the very least.

Feeling her knife plunge into his chest his mind would find it privy to give him one last memory. Her sitting at a desk, across from him, threatening to tear his heart out if he hurt her daughter. Off in his own little world of despair as she cut further into him, not really feeling any pain. Just those words echoing in his mind, the feeling of the ripping from his chest jolting him back to reality. The last thing he saw before the flames consumed him was his heart beating in her hands as he exhaled his final breath, her words still bouncing in his head, unable to keep his mouth shut, "That thing isn't yer daughter...."

Everything fading to flames...
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An hour or to later Patrick would sit up with a start, gasping for breath as his hand clutched his chest only to find it closed up and a heart beating inside. Slowly looking towards the board he'd see that note scribbled for him along with a little gift pinned to the desk. Sitting there for a few long moments he thought of his next move. Darkness having eaten all the despair he knew that he'd have to corner Kazumi alone, snatch her up and take her somewhere safe. He could risk some sort of rescue force coming after her. He HAD to get Nyx back, and to do that he needed time alone.

Slowly standing up he'd pace a bit as he thought that time wasn't exactly what he had a lot of. He had less then a week before he attacked the facility and then things would get crazy, making it all the more difficult to get enough alone time to save Nyx and it seemed unwise to leave Kazumi alone for too long if he couldn't do the thing before before the raid. Growling frustratedly he'd pull that file out of his heart and grasp the thing in his hand, storming out of the room kicking down he door on his way out....