Playing with dead things. (Ripper, Open)

[Storyteller]

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Minsc attempted to find a tough target, and was successful!

[Ripper]

The Killer sharked down the thick folds of mottled fabric down off of from the brass tube cylinder which kept them draped above the window frame.

He began to wrap the heavy material around his arms and face for insulating obfuscating they would provide once that heliocentric star had managed to raise its burning face clear above a steadily lightening horizon.



Once satisfied, he reached out to the paneled window frame and let twist open to unlatch a tiny hook which held the shutters firm in place and then pushed outwards to let it swing outwards on creaking hinges which left no obstacle barrier for the cold night wind which was swept up in the long stilled room and scattered cobwebs through the air like bowling pins.

Ripper stepped off the balcony and merely allowed himself to plummet in free fall the three stories down until where he impacted heavily upon the ground to leave deep knee and hand impressions stamped into the mottled earth.

Slowly and with deliberation he dragged himself up again; although, even if all scents had remained covered and downwind or his keen senses, the several damp trimmings of newly dark soil recently upturned led a paper trail which didn’t hardly need any blood hounds to track.



His chalky white hands splayed outwards to reach unnatural proportions as he bent down by the disturbed earth and then began to carefully and methodically clear away the inches of topsoil scoop by scoop. When finally his ‘prize’ was uncovered the vampire took an unfettered moment to study to other of his kind as the initial rays of sun began to make their skin crackle and peel--but he raised his vision up heavenwards before scraping clean aside the last few inches that separated his quarry from the warm light

A close survey of their visage in the soft, warm light of morning left a thoughtful tinge to his voice as he addressed the prone and relaxed corpse of that haughty kindred who lay there in still compose.

*Bends down low to their ear as if there was a some slight chance of somebody overhearing*

“Nothing else that I’ve heard from you has engendered any greater trust--but I’d like to be able and take at least one of your statements away at a face value tonight.

*Ripper scoops out both of the telepath’s eyes with the grape peeler and drops the squishy orbs carefully in the fold of a front pocket.

“These won’t be the eyes that you’re watching me with, sure enough...but I’ll keep these ones in a brine close by so you’ll just want to know how I’m looking back at you too.”

Further mounds of further fresh dirt fly upwards as the bloody Killer continued his ongoing Tunnel to the earthen cracks which ran throughout the abandoned subway station.

[Storyteller]

==========AUTOMATED POST==========

Ripper attempted to find a tough target, and was successful!

[Katalina Black (DELETED 9968)]

Next thing he felt was his skin, melting. It was the only thing that could have awoke him from the death-like slumber. The watcher vampire stood over him, a threat fresh off his tongue. The buried creature bared a mouth full of fangs wanting to sprout free and tear Ripper from limb to limb, but he was trapped between the soil and the scalding sunlight. The emancipated body rejected staying above any longer and tore for lower ground even as his eyes were gouged from his skull. He let out a sharp hiss as Ripper walked away, the snapping of his jaws unfazing. The dark swallowed him whole even as his flesh blackened in the day's sun. However, he could still feel the earth and dug deeper pulling at loose soil. The young vampiress would pay for her protector's actions, even if it meant replacing her eyes for his own, but wound shock dragged him down into a more eternal-like healing slumber.