Or really, the cat watched from above. Grell arrived at noon as scheduled, but not in the way most would expect. Using trees and buildings, she lands on the rooftop and makes her way to the edge, looking down to see who is waiting for her.
[His head tilts up and his neck aches for it. The bruises he won from Sherlock, the cut on his forehead too are still healing. He's no superhuman...but he's not normal. James Moriarty is a stranger breed.
James gives a faint whistle, and it's clear some of the facade of an innocent isn't being bothered with. Some. Of. The wall will be replaced with his usual when he deems it appropriate, but he likes Grell already. She's interesting - something he's never encountered before, and therefore strange and new and wonderful and exciting.
You'd do anything to stop from being bored.]
Has Christmas come early?
[He grins as he says it, showing all his pearly whites.]
[There it is. The smile, the strangeness, the loss of that pretty facade that shows something so much more intriguing underneath. Grell takes a few steps along the edge of the building as she studies him. James. James James James... Such an enigma. So...interesting.
She steps off the roof then and drops to the ground, landing lightly on her feet.]
[He chuckles a little as Grell jumps down, completely fine. No broken bones or shattered shins - right as rain. James sunk his teeth into the red skin and flesh of the apple, crunching the fruit between his molars. Yummy.]
[Grell reaches into her waistcoat and pulls out a black, leather-bound folder. She flips through it for a moment, then puts it away again with a smile. Nothing notable in the future, but that doesn't mean things can't change.]
These people do need a bit of stirring, don't they? Most of them are already dead and yet they refuse to live now that they've a second chance. Terrible shame, hm?
[His eye follows the black folder with a bit of interest. Once it is put away he turns his attention to his apple; taking another bite.]
Terribly disgusting.
A second chance doesn't mean a thing if the idiots refuse to do something different. Besides, this is an experiment. I'm just providing a catalyst for some different results.
[Interesting. Yes, that is one way to put it. Grell, with no one to reap and no death to worry about, is intrigued by the chance at a normal mortal-ish life, but the day to day? Is boring. Extremely boring. When she isn't with Smoker or watching the others around the village...]
Long stretches of nothing accentuated by ordered chaos is nothing like life at all. A catalyst is just what they need, I think. So tell me, James, what shall you do?
[This time the smile fades and his face goes dead, completely devoid of anything resembling humanity. This is what he hides under the nice words and the sometimes charming grins: Nothing. ]
Something nasty, my dear.
[He doesn't divulge any further. While he may like Grell, there is an issue of knowing her. And it's been two days. He won't be telling anyone his plans just yet, but he does like to tease.]
[Ahn....there he is - the real James hidden behind the soft voice and theatrics, behind the meek exterior and the bloody nature. He's empty. A void of emotion, humanity, self, morals, everything and nothing at once - the sort of people who come about very rarely and whom Grell has only seen once or twice even in her long life.
It's enough to give a person the chills and Grell shivers, grinning wider. Oh, you are so very interesting, James. A liar, too, but she'll let you have your pretty lies to see what sort of horror you can concoct. Grell steps forward and kneels in front of James with a flourish, holding out one hand to him.]
Just what I wanted to hear. Your kind is so rare, James. So very rare. I can't wait to see the brilliance of your flame ravage the people here. You have my hand, if you wish it.
[The parallels James drew from Grell to literature made him smile. This was a pledge if ever there was one and his force - his wicked plan - increased it's presence. A shadow was growing over Luceti. Whether people saw it in time or not, was not a concern now. He, without a sign of hesitation, placed his hand in her open one.
Ego properly stroked and his mind flaring to find Grell a niche in his plans, James leaned closer to the kneeling Death God and whispered.]
[Another soul ripe for the taking, one that existed but by its nonexistence. James' Record will be so wicked, so devilish, it will be a treat to watch when the time comes. To think that she could help stain it a deeper red, a more sordid color, it's all she ever wanted.
When she feels the hand in hers and the hears the whisper in her ear, a smile cracks across her face. Oh, the fun they will have - and the fun she'll have once it's all over. She takes his hand and brings it to her lips in a mock pledge of allegiance.]
And oh the fun we shall have... The streets shall run red with it.
Now I have a question for you, darling. Is there anyone else who might want to join in on the game?
[He can't bring an entire town to his beck and call with two people. Well, that's a lie. He could. But it would take an outrageous amount of time and effort. James had no problem with hard work, but he preferred making things convenient for himself when they were vital pieces to the puzzle.]
I'd hate to leave someone out just 'cause we weren't introduced. After all, the more the merrier.
[Grell lets go and stands up with a flourish, tossing her hair over her shoulder. A bit of networking never hurt anyone, hm?]
The heroes outnumber people like you twenty to one, I'm afraid. It's terribly boring, but it means the fun ones simply need to be more...creative. And quiet.
[She's still new here, but she's heard...tremors.]
There are some, but pulling them together shall take work. You met a few of them through your most creative of memos. The others...will take a bit more luring to draw out of the woodwork.
[His nose scrunches up as he says it, looking particularly like he's smelled some bad cheese. He so hated this place. Nothing like the real world where the bad and good constantly struggled to overlap the other. James just helped tip the scale there but here....here he was out-weighed and out-gunned. His only hope to have any impact in his favor was to increase his numbers.]
Well. There's nothing I have but time here. Some enticing is in order.
[Watching him is fascinating. Grell hasn't seen someone so thoroughly rotten to the core in such a long time. Such horror hidden behind such a pretty face, and yet it's so subdued, lurking beneath the surface, but only sometimes shining through. She likes that and some chaos is just what she needs here. Spice of life and all that. She smirks.]
Some enticing and a little bit of bait and prior knowledge always helps. There have been several attacks on the village before and someone here would be willing to talk about it. The names of the perpetrators usually comes up in those conversations - a good thing to know, hm?
[He does the most interesting things with his face. Like he's aware it's his main form of communication when he doesn't feel like talking so he will twist and mold it into the examples of expression he's seen in his life. Nothing looks truly original, like it's his own spur of the moment reaction. Except for his grin; an adder's smile.
His mouth dips down and his eyebrows furrow while he shrugs as if to say 'I suppose that'll do.']
Good indeed. Shan't be too hard to acquire some names...not while looking like this at least.
[He means the bruises and healing wound on his forehead. If paired with the right expression and attitude, he could become completely helpless.]
[Grell leans a little closer, reaching out to touch one of the bruises.]
Yes, you do look quite a sight, dear. And I'll work on my end to find you more playmates. I'm privy to some information which may prove useful. And if I can't find what we need like this--
[Grell draws back and smiles pleasantly, not a hint of malice anywhere to be seen. Like this she might even pass for a simple sweet fellow villager.]
[...Oh my God he is absolutely charmed by Grell. From the touch to his bruise to the 180 shift in personality, she is possibly the best thing to come out of this godforsaken bubble world. Flirting will increase by 100% now.
That smile returns and he giggles, the sound utterly alien from such a man but it's there all the same.]
It may put the dear hearts at ease. For all the lack of insight, their instincts are incredible at telling them when danger is afoot.
[James hums in response, turning over his apple a few times before biting into it again.]
Already worming my way into a circle. The rest will fall into place....for now it'll be a waiting game, darling. I do hope you have the patience for it.
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Re: [Action, Noon (29th), Barracks.]
Date: 2012-03-31 06:02 am (UTC)Or really, the cat watched from above. Grell arrived at noon as scheduled, but not in the way most would expect. Using trees and buildings, she lands on the rooftop and makes her way to the edge, looking down to see who is waiting for her.
Oh, hello there.]
Tick tock tick tock.
[Action, Noon (29th), Barracks.]
Date: 2012-03-31 07:54 am (UTC)James gives a faint whistle, and it's clear some of the facade of an innocent isn't being bothered with. Some. Of. The wall will be replaced with his usual when he deems it appropriate, but he likes Grell already. She's interesting - something he's never encountered before, and therefore strange and new and wonderful and exciting.
You'd do anything to stop from being bored.]
Has Christmas come early?
[He grins as he says it, showing all his pearly whites.]
[Action, Noon (29th), Barracks.]
Date: 2012-03-31 10:47 am (UTC)[There it is. The smile, the strangeness, the loss of that pretty facade that shows something so much more intriguing underneath. Grell takes a few steps along the edge of the building as she studies him. James. James James James... Such an enigma. So...interesting.
She steps off the roof then and drops to the ground, landing lightly on her feet.]
Have you been?
[Action, Noon (29th), Barracks.]
Date: 2012-03-31 07:38 pm (UTC)[He chuckles a little as Grell jumps down, completely fine. No broken bones or shattered shins - right as rain. James sunk his teeth into the red skin and flesh of the apple, crunching the fruit between his molars. Yummy.]
I don't expect much else than coal this year.
[Action, Noon (29th), Barracks.]
Date: 2012-04-01 12:44 am (UTC)[She turns, flipping her hair over her shoulder with a wide grin.]
Or it is things that you shall do that earn you such a prize?
[Action, Noon (29th), Barracks.]
Date: 2012-04-01 01:46 am (UTC)[Action, Noon (29th), Barracks.]
Date: 2012-04-01 01:49 am (UTC)[Grell reaches into her waistcoat and pulls out a black, leather-bound folder. She flips through it for a moment, then puts it away again with a smile. Nothing notable in the future, but that doesn't mean things can't change.]
These people do need a bit of stirring, don't they? Most of them are already dead and yet they refuse to live now that they've a second chance. Terrible shame, hm?
[Action, Noon (29th), Barracks.]
Date: 2012-04-01 11:24 pm (UTC)Terribly disgusting.
A second chance doesn't mean a thing if the idiots refuse to do something different. Besides, this is an experiment. I'm just providing a catalyst for some different results.
[And the smile returns.]
Isn't that more interesting after all?
[Action, Noon (29th), Barracks.]
Date: 2012-04-02 01:50 am (UTC)[Interesting. Yes, that is one way to put it. Grell, with no one to reap and no death to worry about, is intrigued by the chance at a normal mortal-ish life, but the day to day? Is boring. Extremely boring. When she isn't with Smoker or watching the others around the village...]
Long stretches of nothing accentuated by ordered chaos is nothing like life at all. A catalyst is just what they need, I think. So tell me, James, what shall you do?
And how may I be of service?
[Action, Noon (29th), Barracks.]
Date: 2012-04-04 06:58 pm (UTC)Something nasty, my dear.
[He doesn't divulge any further. While he may like Grell, there is an issue of knowing her. And it's been two days. He won't be telling anyone his plans just yet, but he does like to tease.]
[Action, Noon (29th), Barracks.]
Date: 2012-04-11 05:43 am (UTC)It's enough to give a person the chills and Grell shivers, grinning wider. Oh, you are so very interesting, James. A liar, too, but she'll let you have your pretty lies to see what sort of horror you can concoct. Grell steps forward and kneels in front of James with a flourish, holding out one hand to him.]
Just what I wanted to hear. Your kind is so rare, James. So very rare. I can't wait to see the brilliance of your flame ravage the people here. You have my hand, if you wish it.
[Action, Noon (29th), Barracks.]
Date: 2012-04-14 05:22 am (UTC)Ego properly stroked and his mind flaring to find Grell a niche in his plans, James leaned closer to the kneeling Death God and whispered.]
We're going to have such fun, sweetie.
[Action, Noon (29th), Barracks.]
Date: 2012-04-14 05:31 am (UTC)When she feels the hand in hers and the hears the whisper in her ear, a smile cracks across her face. Oh, the fun they will have - and the fun she'll have once it's all over. She takes his hand and brings it to her lips in a mock pledge of allegiance.]
And oh the fun we shall have... The streets shall run red with it.
[Action, Noon (29th), Barracks.]
Date: 2012-04-14 05:44 am (UTC)[He can't bring an entire town to his beck and call with two people. Well, that's a lie. He could. But it would take an outrageous amount of time and effort. James had no problem with hard work, but he preferred making things convenient for himself when they were vital pieces to the puzzle.]
I'd hate to leave someone out just 'cause we weren't introduced. After all, the more the merrier.
[Action, Noon (29th), Barracks.]
Date: 2012-04-14 05:48 am (UTC)The heroes outnumber people like you twenty to one, I'm afraid. It's terribly boring, but it means the fun ones simply need to be more...creative. And quiet.
[She's still new here, but she's heard...tremors.]
There are some, but pulling them together shall take work. You met a few of them through your most creative of memos. The others...will take a bit more luring to draw out of the woodwork.
[Action, Noon (29th), Barracks.]
Date: 2012-04-14 05:54 am (UTC)[His nose scrunches up as he says it, looking particularly like he's smelled some bad cheese. He so hated this place. Nothing like the real world where the bad and good constantly struggled to overlap the other. James just helped tip the scale there but here....here he was out-weighed and out-gunned. His only hope to have any impact in his favor was to increase his numbers.]
Well. There's nothing I have but time here. Some enticing is in order.
[Action, Noon (29th), Barracks.]
Date: 2012-04-14 06:03 am (UTC)Some enticing and a little bit of bait and prior knowledge always helps. There have been several attacks on the village before and someone here would be willing to talk about it. The names of the perpetrators usually comes up in those conversations - a good thing to know, hm?
[Action, Noon (29th), Barracks.]
Date: 2012-04-14 06:38 am (UTC)His mouth dips down and his eyebrows furrow while he shrugs as if to say 'I suppose that'll do.']
Good indeed. Shan't be too hard to acquire some names...not while looking like this at least.
[He means the bruises and healing wound on his forehead. If paired with the right expression and attitude, he could become completely helpless.]
[Action, Noon (29th), Barracks.]
Date: 2012-04-14 06:46 am (UTC)Yes, you do look quite a sight, dear. And I'll work on my end to find you more playmates. I'm privy to some information which may prove useful. And if I can't find what we need like this--
[Grell draws back and smiles pleasantly, not a hint of malice anywhere to be seen. Like this she might even pass for a simple sweet fellow villager.]
--perhaps a different persona would help?
[Action, Noon (29th), Barracks.]
Date: 2012-04-14 06:58 am (UTC)That smile returns and he giggles, the sound utterly alien from such a man but it's there all the same.]
It may put the dear hearts at ease. For all the lack of insight, their instincts are incredible at telling them when danger is afoot.
Thank God no one listens to those these days.
[Action, Noon (29th), Barracks.]
Date: 2012-04-14 07:01 am (UTC)And they're so quick to help when help is needed, don't you think? It's so very kind of them.
[For all the honey in Grell's voice, the venom lying beneath should be clear to James.]
[Action, Noon (29th), Barracks.]
Date: 2012-04-14 07:49 am (UTC)[Smart? No.]
[Action, Noon (29th), Barracks.]
Date: 2012-04-14 07:52 am (UTC)[The pleasant facade drops away and Grell smirks.]
And just as trusting. I suggest making fast friends with the heroes. They'll be less likely to suspect you then.
[Action, Noon (29th), Barracks.]
Date: 2012-04-21 07:55 pm (UTC)Already worming my way into a circle. The rest will fall into place....for now it'll be a waiting game, darling. I do hope you have the patience for it.
[Action, Noon (29th), Barracks.]
Date: 2012-04-22 05:22 am (UTC)[Action, Noon (29th), Barracks.]
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