Chthonia's Clinic

[Chthonia]

"Well, that was a waste of time." Chthonia said as she washed the blood of of her hands.

[The Mockery]

The Mockery preferred to lick the blood off her own body.

"NicE aNd TasTY, ThoUgh."

[Chthonia]

"Its always a joy to watch you work, dear."

[The Mockery]

"YoU Too. YOu TAlk NicE."

The Mockery opened up her travel bag, picking through her new treasures she had collected recently.

She also started going through the garbage, adding to the collection.

[Chthonia]

"I need to shed some injuries, do you want to finish him off once I'm done?" Isabel asked, heading over to a table was strapped down, quivering helplessly.

[The Mockery]

"LookS lIKe It can taKE a Few More. Like Driving ON Empty..." she remarked, casually looking at the struggling flesh.

[Chthonia]

"Yes, just a few more." Chthonia said as she laid her hands on him, smiling cruelly as his leg shattered and a long gash opened up along his side.

[The Mockery]

The mockery looked intently, dazzled by the sudden injury.

"CurIOUS.. WondER ExactLY how Much IT couLD tAKe Now."

[Chthonia]

Bruises blossomed over the man's face, and scratches opened up down his legs. "I'm not sure, but thats all I needed to lose, dear." Chthonia said "The rest is up to you."

[The Mockery]

The Mockery tapped her lip, retrieving a large, curved, rusty dagger from her bag. She then stabbed her own thigh.

"Start with thiS, I thinK.."

[Chthonia]

Chthonia leaned against a stool, watching breathlessly while the Mockery did her work.

[The Mockery]

She looked over the subject with a critical eye, carving a dissonant, chaotic blade across her own arm and down along her own chest, not bothering to remove her own clothing.

comparing her own injuries with those already existing on the human canvas, she poked a few more deep puncture wounds in key areas, before moving to a lit bunsen burner and setting her own left hand on fire, keeping it lit until it blistered and charred, leaving a horrible stench.

"PerFECT... PrettY.. and juST abOuT doNE."

[Chthonia]

Chthonia laughed delightedly.

[The Mockery]

"You liKE?" The Mockery asked, raising a grime-encrusted eyebrow.

[Chthonia]

"I always adore watching you work."

[The Mockery]

"NoT DonE yeT. Still NeeD to PaINt thE canVAS.." she replied, stalking towards Cythonia.

[Chthonia]

"Remember to mind your manners." Chthonia said, grinning ferally.

[The Mockery]

The Mockery quickened her pace, tearing off the rags and tatters covering her body.before snarling savagely, and dragging her best friend to the floor.

She did not remember to mind her manners.

((ftb))

[Chthonia]

"Delightful." Isabel said, smiling contentedly as the Mockery cleaned a trail of blood off of her shoulder.

[The Mockery]

The Mockery gurgled happily, now fully healed thanks to Cythonia's.. interaction.

"I most certainly agree, dear."

Kneeling over her, The Mockery stretched and cooed.

"Would you like to relieve yourself of your injuries now, or after the shower?"

[Chthonia]

"Now, I think." Chthonia said, sitting up "Do you want them or....?" she nodded at the half dead occupant of the table.

[The Mockery]

"I am the hand. you are my brush." she replied, smiling.

"I'm going to start the water, I wan't to be surprised with the results.. If I'm right, it should be alive, but by the tiniest of margins.." she said, sauntering to the showers with an evil smile.

[Chthonia]

"I'll be along in a moment." Chthonia said, as she stood up and headed over to the table. A moment later, the occupant let out only the tiniest sound as he finished bleeding out.