Blame It On The Boys [LANCE]

[brent zachary mckinney]

The pressure subsided somewhat, the pain in his head going back to being more of an ache than anything. It was sort of bearable now, well, bearable enough for him to speak with more ease than before. So, Brent gathered up the courage to glare at the man, not letting up although he seemed to be moving closer, or maybe that was just Brent's mind playing tricks on him. He was scared in case something had been done to him that he hadn't be aware of, it was pretty likely. Thankfully, he was almost certain that the guy was moving and it wasn't some hallucination.

There were too many questions in such a short space of time and Brent didn't know what to say. He couldn't focus on forming an answer that made sense. Confused, he shook his head. "Wh-what?"

Outfit: Clicky! ❦ Notes: > ❦ Tagged: Lance!

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[lancelot antony lae]

Hmmmm, maybe the fae wasn't as powerful as he'd hoped? The man said something but it was only a garbled "what", not very philosophical. Over the last hundred years, he and his family had felt the decline of intelligence severely. It made victims easier and less fun, which meant he had to look harder for good ones and even those he went through faster. Mind, occasionally he'd find a little jewel that he'd treasure, which destroying thoroughly. This one was more like a diamond in the rough. Which was better than it could have been, to be sure.

"I asked you what. You. Are," he dictated didactically, the way he would for a child. Sighing, he cleared up the man's emotions slightly more. This wouldn't be fun if he got nothing out of him right now. He would leave the mindless screaming for later.


Notes

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Tagged[/b] -------------------------- Brent[/i]
Song[/b] -------------------------- Counting Bodies Like Sheep by Perfect Circle [/i]
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[brent zachary mckinney]

It became easier for him the think now, which was down to the man's abilities again, Brent had to assume. He felt as if it wouldn't do any good whether he chose to answer or not. The man would take advantage of the weaknesses from him that he could pick out because of the races the hybrid was. So, stupidly, Brent moved closer to his opponent and looked up at him. "And why should I tell you?" His rediscovered confidence is what kept him mere inches away from the chap, a glare on his face that never wavered.

Outfit: Clicky! ❦ Notes: > ❦ Tagged: Lance!

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[lancelot antony lae]

Whether or not this guy had any ability in resistance, he certainly had a stubbornness and a mouth to make up for it. Lance was certainly enjoying this, if only slightly. It was really too bad that they weren't anywhere personal...he would have loved to carve up that smooth skin so delicately, make red flow swiftly...

But the matter at hand. Lance sighed loudly. "Because if you don't, I'll do this," he flicked a hand, because this magic required a bit more effort. For a matter of three seconds, Lance amplified every fear this made ever had and showed it to him, letting him feel it with every nerve his body had.


Notes

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Tagged[/b] -------------------------- Brent[/i]
Song[/b] -------------------------- Counting Bodies Like Sheep by Perfect Circle [/i]
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[brent zachary mckinney]

Three seconds seemed like an awfully long time when all that you feared flashed before your eyes. It was a vast array of things, the most prominent being the wild, crashing waves and the charred corpses of his parents that surely confirmed that they had died in his fire. Brent thought that he saw Chase too, although he wasn't yet dead, he was burning... his last breath drawing closer. Worse than all of that was just the pure fear he could feel and he didn't know exactly why it was there, which made him all the more terrified.

And then it was gone.

Brent took a short while to calm himself and regain control over his breathing enough to speak coherently. He had to tense his muscles to try and stop himself from shaking too. That hadn't been a good plan. Brent thought he was going to have to go along with whatever the guy told him to do in order to avoid experiencing those horrors a second time. "Half fire faerie, half siren." he mumbled, glancing around uncomfortably. He hated feeling so powerless. It was embarrassing.

Outfit: Clicky! ❦ Notes: > ❦ Tagged: Lance!

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[lancelot antony lae]

Lance stretched a grin across his face in a way that had to be unhealthy, had to tear through his ears or something. He missed this control. It hadn't been more than a month since he'd made a martyr of the last town, but it felt like forever. It was this that he lived for: the power, the ability to make a complete stranger obey his every word. It was tangible, delicious.

"Good, good." The fear was plastered on the other man's face, as was the frustration of breaking. But breaking was what Lance was best at. And he'd barely gotten started. "One should always obey their elders," he tutted gently, although he had no clue how old the other was. He just loved dripping his words with condensation. "Now, my mixed-blooded friend, what can you tell me about this town? I'm new here, and I'd like a friend to fill me in." He emphasized the word friend twice for the fun of it. For the shaming of it. And for the fun of it.

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Outfit

[/b] ┅┅┅┅┅ Clicky~
Notes[/b] ┅┅┅┅┅ ---
Tagged[/b] ┅┅┅┅┅ Brent~
Song[/b] ┅┅┅┅┅ ---
Credit[/b] ┅┅┅┅┅ Desty~![/center]

[brent zachary mckinney]

Brent didn't obey anyone. He hadn't been following through an order, he'd been saving his own skin and this guy wasn't taking that into account which pissed him off even more. Following rules, directions or anything from other people was what he hated doing because he only wished to do as he pleased. That wasn't how the world worked though - or freaky psychopaths either, as he'd just experienced. Being spoken to in a such a patronising, smug voice made him want to burn the other man so badly. He couldn't and he knew that would make everything worse but the temptation was always going to be there and Brent could imagine doing it... No. He wasn't burning anyone. That never ended up well.

The crossbreed almost started laughing at his own misfortune. 'Friend.' No. No way. Brent hands curled up into balls, his fingernails digging into his palm painfully so he could concentrate on that rather than his urges to burn. What the fuck was he supposed to say about Northvale? He went for the general view of it. "It's full of freaks and arseholes that fuck everything up. What's more to say?" Brent growled.

Outfit: Clicky! ❦ Notes: > ❦ Tagged: Lance!

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[lancelot antony lae]

Lance found himself biting his lip to control his anxious glee. It was too perfect. The guy expressing all the right emotions, just like the best players know how to tease. It took all all his self-control to not just slash him open right there in the shop, to take a look at those insides, to see the blood, to hear the screams. But no, not now.

"Everyone's a fre- you mean, this entire town is full of faeries? Or other non-humans?" Now he really was going to explode with glee. So many victims. Humans were only fun for a while, because after a while they simply gave up. It was never so fun when they did that. But the magical ones, they were stronger. Could test his stamina, his power, to its maximum.

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Outfit

[/b] ┅┅┅┅┅ Clicky~
Notes[/b] ┅┅┅┅┅ ---
Tagged[/b] ┅┅┅┅┅ Brent~
Song[/b] ┅┅┅┅┅ ---
Credit[/b] ┅┅┅┅┅ Desty~![/center]

[brent zachary mckinney]

Brent got the feeling that he shouldn't have told the guy that, considering how excited it seemed to make him. It was too late now though because he wasn't going to be able to take it back. Hopefully he wasn't going to be one of those arseholes Cain had warned him about that liked to collect siren scales since he was apparently a rare specimen. Nobody was going near his tail, as much as he disliked it. Anybody who dared to was going to get their face burnt off. But Brent thought he'd be okay. Perhaps if he kept cooperating he'd be able to leave.

"There's... there's all sorts here. Barely any humans though." Brent confirmed, nodding almost frantically. Look, he wasn't making a huge fuss or burning shit or anything, he was proud of himself. Now he just had to keep it up - however unlikely that seemed to happen.

Outfit: Clicky! ❦ Notes: > ❦ Tagged: Lance!

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[lancelot antony lae]

Relax, Lancelot. Don't get too hasty. You'll have your chance soon, he had to tell himself. It was so easy to get ahead of himself in these sorts of situations, to just kidnap a couple the citizens, lock them in the basement, have his deadly way with them, and repeat until someone figures it out. Then burn down the whole place like the last little town of his.

But, no, he'd learned his lesson. It took a lot to avoid being recognized. Officials knew to not mess with him if they wanted to live, but some cousin, or friend or whatever could catch him. He'd had to eliminate all of the possible suspects. It was more effort that it was worth, in the end.

And he wanted to savor this. A haven for magical beings? It was just begging for him to leech upon. To slowly suck away the blood of the town, unnoticed for so very long. He couldn't just rage his way through: no, this required patience and delicacy.

Which brought him back to the situation at hand. Should he let the man go, to possibly spill his little secrets, or drag him to the dark alleyways and kill him achingly slowly? He was just begging for it. It would be easier...but a little itching thought bugged him in the back of his mind. Maybe fate should just play out the way it should. That was always just as fun: the unlocking of the social aspects of the town, the unraveling of secrets and lies and tensions, the fear of being caught and killed, and the mere thrill of it all. Yes. Lancelot missed that so dearly.

Not that he was finished with his inquisition. "I see," he purred, aimlessly pacing a few small steps around the store. "Interesting. And how exactly did they all end up here exactly?" Oooh, this was so much fun!

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Outfit

[/b] ┅┅┅┅┅ Clicky~
Notes[/b] ┅┅┅┅┅ Sorry this kind of got away from me >.<
Tagged[/b] ┅┅┅┅┅ Brent~
Song[/b] ┅┅┅┅┅ ---
Credit[/b] ┅┅┅┅┅ Desty~![/center]