I'm a ninja! [Jenn]

[Jenn]

Thoughts flitting briefly to moments before and his brief, illicit taste of her discarded blood, Atreju smiled self-deprecatingly and shook his head, covered as it was in the blood and gore of his meal. ”No, of course not. Friends don’t eat friends, right? We’re compatriots, partners in the hunt, and are under a sort of unspoken pact. I would no sooner eat you than I would eat one of my sisters.” He deliberately failed to mention that he wasn’t especially close to any of his sisters, feeling the information to be superfluous.

He watched her devour the ‘wiggly bit’ with relish and laughed, thoroughly entertained. As it was a human, he didn’t feel emasculated. She amused him far too much! ”I prefer the faces and hands, myself. Do you have any idea how much creative potential rests in a hand, untapped and waiting for an outlet? Simply delicious...”

So saying, he reached down to bite off first one finger, then another, chewing briefly before swallowing and going for more. Even creatures as crass and unrefined as these had unfulfilled potential resting hidden in their digits. Perhaps they had even more, what with their wasted, worthless lives. He wasn’t sure and considered the issue as he chewed, going quiet.

[Shinigami]

A friend! She had a friend! This was a new experience for Biyuse, who was very, very used to people getting weirded out by her pain-avoidant self and taking off as soon as they were out of range. Some of them even ran before they were out of range, not caring that she could catch up to them easily. She usually let them go though, because a reluctant friend wasn't all that much fun. But here, a friend, who said he was her friend without any prompting at all! How wonderful! Leaving behind the body of the person she'd killed, she literally danced a circle of joy around it, bouncing up onto her hind feet and coming back down again, singing something incoherant about how happy she was. It went something along the lines of, "Joy, joy, a friend, how joyous, look at me, I have a friend." Only more incoherant than that.

"I hadn't thought of it that way. I mean, I'm just a little puppet, like my little birdy-bird. Have you seen her around at all, by the way? She's got a tail, like a fish, does my Aveline." She didn't specify whether or not the French word was a name, or just a continuation of her whole "little bird" theme. However, she hadn't forgotten what he'd said, and turned to consider her meal. Then she started gnawing at first one wrist and then the other, detaching the hands from the arms, before depositing each hand in front of Ju-Ju with a proud look. Of course, she'd also unwittingly added a dash of seasoning in the form of her own blood dripped on the flesh. "Here! You like these, you said it. You have them! It's a gift. Between friends!" Cue the dance once more, as if she was some sort of Defore shaman dancing around to call the rains down.

[Jenn]

The lapine quickly drew Atreju from his thoughts with her song-and-dance routine, the jumps and twirls such fun to watch. Her never-ending energy almost made him feel tired, except that he wasn't. The babble that accompanied it was hard to understand, but he could pick out a few choice words that let him know it was good. In general. He hoped.

...little bird? With a fish tail? Aveline? Did she have a pet of some sort? What would possibly survive the kind of treatment she doubtless threw its way? He hadn't the slightest idea. Her gesture of friendship, however, he could understand. It was cute in an extremely gruesome sort of fashion, which was fine by him. The macabre could be quite elegant. There was nothing mature about this, though. It was much more touching than anything. He smirked and scooped up one hand, taking a nibble - and then practically wolfing it down once the taste hit his senses.

A hobo's severed hand with a dash of Agony blood. He couldn't have ordered a tastier meal in a human restaurant. "Delicious," he muttered around his food.

[Shinigami]

His voracious devouring of the hands made her wiggle in glee, and it seemed as if the huge grin on her face would never leave. He liked it! She had made the proper decision, she assured herself, now far more confident in her idea to give him the hands. If she ever got the chance, from now on, she'd chew off the hands of her victims and give them to him if she saw him before they went bad. If she didn't...well, then they'd made perfect meals for her Di, right? Right. They were the right size too, nice and small, without being too small to be filling for the Di. And they'd be a yummy snack for Ju-Ju if she saw him.

Finally she calmed down (well, relatively) and happy finished up her meal. She sprawled next to the evicerated body, its ribs sticking up like two sides of a cage open and waiting for an unwary animal to come along. Licking her chops, she carefully got rid of as much blood as she could, both her own and the hobo's, and then yawned sleepily. She was warm, she had a full belly, she had a wonderful friend (a friend!), and she...WAS IN PAIN! At the sudden throb of agony - how ironic, it was her type, wasn't it? - she sprang to her feet once more, the fear of the pain serving to dull the edge at least a little bit.

"What do you want to do now? We should do something now, can't just lie around, no-no-nope, can't!" She was pacing back and forth once more, searching inside of her for the adrenaline that washed everything away, and was failing to find it. Thus she was limping heavily, though she tried to keep from succumbing to the pain fully. If she did then she wouldn't be able to move for hours.

[Jenn]

Atreju watched his companion flop next to her finished meal and settle. He yawned a little himself, tongue curling as he did so, which then turned into a satisfied lick of his bloody muzzle. This meal would fill him up for quite some time. It was more substantial than he would have thought for a grungy street-dweller. The grime, it seemed, just added a bit of spice to the meal.

Biyuse's blood was the best sauce of all.

He growled mentally and shooed the thought back to its own private little corner of his mind, there to be ignored like an obnoxious child who wanted a cookie after licking the spoon. No cookie for you, he thought sternly.

The suddenness of her jump and pace surprised him into flinching back, saying nothing at first as she limped her way across the alley and back again. She had seemed so full of energy before...did the fall from the rooftop injure her? The first one - where he played cushion - didn't seem to bother her, but maybe she'd landed wrong on her leg or the hobo wasn't a soft enough target. "Are you alright?" he finally ventured. "Your leg..."

[Shinigami]

"What? Oh, yes, I'm fine, just hurting. Hurting, hurting, always hurting so much!" With that, she burst into tears, her wail ringing out to the heavens above. She couldn't muster the energy for a good ball of excitement - she was too tired and full, and it was so hard to move! - so instead she decided to go for another emotion, one that easier to reach when she was tired: self-pity. Well, she tended to think of it as sadness, but it truly was self-pity, absorbed in herself as she faced her Agony nature head on and whined about how much it truly sucked. It tended to be the natural state of an Agony no matter what they said, but she took it to extremes to avoid the pain.

"It always hurts, an- *cough, sputter* 'nly somet'ms c'n Ah make 't go 'way *splutter, gurgle* 'n Ah h't 't *cough, cough, hack, spit, spit, spit*, and it SUCKS BALLS!" For once, she didn't assiduously spit her blood to the side whenever it got too much to talk clearly, though after breathing started to become a problem she remembered to do so. It took a bit. She was still moving from side to side, afraid to stop for too long, though in the middle of her last declaration she rose up onto her hind legs and shook her paw at the uncaring sky in rage. And then she sank down, her ears drooping as she huddled into a miserable little ball. "Why'd I have to be born an Agony? I hate pain..."

[ooc: >.> Mood swing! =D ]

[Jenn]

Atreju just stared in fascination as she wailed and carried on and made a scene in general, her words partly intelligible as she choked and sprayed and spat her own blood all over the ground in front of her. She was completely unlike any Euclides he'd ever met before. Her natural swings of mood and bouts of loud, noticeable pain kept him watching as she continued her self-pitying moan.

"You're a born actress," he marveled in a soft voice, watching her practically fling herself around the alley in painful jerks and dramatic movements. "You just need a stage, a script, and you're set to go. Even better if you had another to ricochet off of, figuratively or literally. I just know there are plays out there that you were born to play..."

He pondered, dabbling one of his paws in a line of her spray and bringing it thoughtfully to his mouth. "I could write a play for you," he finally offered. "A short one, and it may never gain any kind of recognition, but you simply must act it out for me. I have this one scene in mind...do you like ducks?"

((Eheh, sorry for the long-awaited reply. We should prolly wrap this up with him leading her off to his attic or summat. XD))

[Shinigami]

She froze as his words percolated into her brain, and then looked up at the Script Writer with wide, wondering eyes as her pure, utter joy banished all of the pain she had felt before. It was gone, gone, gone, and she gloried in that fact as well. The rush of joy that filled her lifted her to her feet as if she had been inflated like a balloon. Her ears once more perked forward, her body held in tense anticipation as she watched him.

"A play? Truly? A play, all for me, for me alone?" That was what every Euclides dreamed of - their very own play. It was what made Script Writers like Atreju so very valuable, though some people didn't seem to realize that. Theatre was the center of every Euclides' life, and Biyuse was no exception. To be given this gift - her, a little Agony! - was amazing. "Oh, oh yes! That would be such a frabjious thing, to have a play written, even if no one came! But Ju-ju, you're so amazing, that surely all of London would come, yes? Yes!" Her voice soared with amazement, and then she flung herself forward to hug him as best she could in her lapine form, not bothering to even try to shift to the bipedal version where such a thing would be easier.

"Ducks? I don't mind them, I suppose. Have you ever heard that their quacks don't echo?"

[ooc: Works for me. ^_^]

[Jenn]

"For you alone," he agreed, then fell back with another 'oomph' as she lunge-hugged him into the ground. Without proper arms, a full-body hug ended up being little more than a tackle. He lay there and looked up at her with a clearly amused expression on his pale muzzle. Such a naturally expressive personality practically screamed for a role on stage. Even if she couldn't control herself perfectly according to a script, couldn't improvisation be an incredible thing when it was done with feeling?

He gently pushed her off of him and wriggled his way to standing, brushing off what he could and resolving to lick the rest off later in a thorough bath. Alley grime always left his skin crawling a bit, and not just from the pesky, hated fleas.

Her question make him stop and blink. "No, I can't say that I've ever heard that before. Interesting, though...why don't you come with me to my attic and we'll see if we can't whip up a quick scene before you have to return home? I'm sure we could sketch out at least the most basic dialog and fine-tune it from there. You don't have any compunctions about getting wet, do you? If we could use one of the fountains or a pond in the park, the scene I have in mind could be that much more realistic."

[Jenn]

((Hmm. Should we wrap this up, do you think, since they've progressed well past this point?))