mcmurderer | [knave] interrogation 1 & 2

[and he lets out a pained, strangled cry when her foot bears down on his injured leg, resisting the urge to jerk back because who the hell knows if his arms or his ears or his one good eye would respond to the impulse instead. he narrows his gaze at her, and although that one good eye is a bit watery from pain now, the fire and anger and sheer hatred that burns within? that's still there, as visible as the sun in the sky]

[he falls silent, refusing to deign her questions with a response. he's said his piece. he has nothing more for her]

[If anything, that looks seems to amuse her!! Why is she such a jerk]

It's too bad. You could have used that to end this "celebration", instead of wasting your time trying to fight me.

[And getting his eyes eaten by oysters] I wonder, if she could see you now... what would she think?

[Is she talking about the Queen or Ursula, huh. Anyway, Croix will start... walking away? IS HE FREE??? He's able to move without risk of being kicked or stepped on, though likely he'll still have trouble getting his limbs to work correctly, nevermind that he's injured and handcuffed]

[What will he do?]

[there's a flash of anger, of heat, of pure and raw spite. his will of rebellion isn't quelled, no matter where he is, no matter his circumstances]

Fuck you--!

[he yells after her, and as soon as she disappears? he's back to squirming, to trying to make the right limbs move at the right time, to yanking fruitless against those handcuffs, ignoring the way the metal digs painfully into his wrists. it can't end like this. it can't, and god damn it if he has any say in this?]

[it fucking won't. just. . . just work with him here, body. just work with him for a single second--]

[thread's over, people will find him Friday and think he's super into s & m]

[JUST KIDDING, she returns about a minute later as he's struggling, smirking openly at this point.]

Private lesson over.

[What's that in her hands? It's a fucking axe, and even though she's having a bit of trouble wielding it due to being a nerd who lives off of nothing but ramen, she's hefting it up and making her way towards him]

[look but that would be funny?? why can't you let him live Croix, then he'll just be mega salty for the rest of their time here]

[at any rate, he freezes again when she reappears, and his eye is immediately drawn towards. . . that axe. he recognize it; it's the same axe he attempted to wield back when they were stuck in the tea room. his expression shifts, fear flickering into the gray depths of his eyes, but the storm of anger still swirls in them as well]

[he's afraid, because he doesn't want to die. but fear. . . fear has never held him back before]

[he attempts to scoot away from her, to hook his foot around the chair and kick it in her direction. somehow, he manages, but his aim is definitely off. his lack of coordination is working against him here]

Yo-- [jesus] You really think this is justice?

[Maybe if he had taken her hand and actually listened to her!!! He had his chance to be salty, now he's going to make like the Dead Sea and be both]

[It's almost impressive how much he manages to fight while injured, handcuffed, and prone on the ground. It's almost a pity that she has to kill him - maybe he could have been useful. Maybe he could have succeeded in what he was trying to do]

[But the thing is? Akira was right. She'd already decided to kill him from the beginning. She steps over the chair, looming over him with the axe]

No -- this is the Queen's justice.

[She doesn't see any point in keeping up the pretense when she's confident he won't leave the room alive, so]

As for me, well... [She wouldn't expect him to understand, but she shrugs lightly.] I have something that I want to save, too. Sometimes, sacrifices have to be made.

[She's not gonna share any more than that, so here's his last chance for a rebuttal]

[. . . heh. Queen's justice, huh. he hates it when he's right. he briefly allows himself to wonder what their gracious host is offering her-- fame? fortune? the protection of someone or something she cares about? tch. what does it matter?]

[all selfish adults are the same]

[he doesn't expect her to say more, so he practically spits out the next words, each syllable laced with venom as corrosive as acid]

We all have something we want to protect. That we want to save. You aren't special.

[his mouth curls back into a derisive sneer, and he's still struggling, still moving away from her, as slowly as a caterpillar. but he won't stop, not until the very end, even though he can see the light of the train barreling down the tracks]

I wouldn't hesitate to steal the heart of a wicked and selfish witch like you.

Edited 2017-10-13 04:02 (UTC)

[Akira please... she is very gay and you are barking up the wrong tree. She certainly isn't phased by a brat spitting hatred at her from the ground -- it's always been her goal despite any and all criticism, to save the world of ailing magic. But she won't deny being selfish, either]

Oh ho! Well, too bad, Mister Akira [please imagine this is in Engrish] my heart can't belong to you.

[She continues forward until she's standing over him] Alright, that's enough. It's time for the wicked witch to bring justice to the would-be thief -- end him, and this chapter of the book.

[She's going to swing the axe down at his head, but with the flat side so she can knock hi out rather than kill him]

[if only that is what he meant when he said he's steal her heart!!]

[for the most part, his body isn't cooperating with him. but this time? it seems to be having pity on him, because his head jerks to the right, just in time to avoid that first blow. it winds up crashing into the ground right next to his ear, and he can feel the vibrations traveling down his spine and into the rest of his limbs]

[he has to try. he has to try. he can't-- he can't let it end like this. . .!]

[it's a last ditch effort. everything hurts, and his injuries mean there isn't nearly as much power in the blow as there would be normally, but. . . he attempts to kick her in the shin one last time. if this-- if this is how things are going to be, then maybe he can at least leave his mark, and maybe someone will figure it out, and--]

[She hasn't played Persona 5, she doesn't have any other way to interpret it!!!!]

[It's lucky for him that she's not used to really physically exerting herself, so the first swing misses and he's able to launch a counterattack. He gets her shin and she narrows her eyes -- it's not hard enough to leave a mark, but it sure is hard enough to hurt (and also to annoy her!), and she stamps down on his foot again, pinning him and bring the axe up for strike two]

[sadly, he won't be able to dodge this time]

[he swallows the cry of pain that threatens to escape when she stomps on his foot again, chin tilted up, the gesture full of teenage insolence and tenacity. he tries to move out of the way again, the chains of the handcuffs rattling behind him with each struggle, but then. . .]

[there's pain. blinding, white hot pain, striking the side of his head. he sees stars, a brief flash of color that overtakes his senses]

[and then?]

[. . . there's nothing]

[congratulations Croix you have acquired one (1) new unconscious teenage boy, what do?]

[you could almost say that he]

[never]

[SAW IT COOOOOO~~~~MING]

[Much better!! Once he's unconscious, she tchs and puts the axe down briefly to rub at her shin -- stupid brat, if she had her magic it'd be a different story -- but there's no time to waste. A few seconds later, she's hefting the axe up again, and dragging him by his armpits.... it'll take a while, especially since he's bigger than she is, but she's going to drag his body off]

[The beheading will come later -- and thankfully, he won't be conscious for it]

[um there is nothing thankful about being beheaded tyvm???]

[do you WANT to be conscious for that, buddy, because she could make that happen]

[no but frankly he wants absolutely none of what is happening to him now, conscious or no??? he's picky :/]

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