29 Chimera Court, Friday Afternoon

[shiroi_tiger]

Nathan sighed as he looked out his living room window, a cup of tea in hand. It semed like a nice enough day out, but every now and again... things seemed to creep by, between the house and the beach. He had no idea what the hell they were, but they were likely trouble. And, as much as he wanted to ignore that much...

He'd had enough experience with the island's particular idea of trouble to know that he should at least do a sweep outside to make certain nobody was being attacked by giant slugs in the street or something.

It took him a few minutes, but he gathered both his sword and his pistol, and made his way outside. He could pick off a few of the slugs already, without leaving his front step.

"Well, that's not a great sign, is it?"

It was going to be one of those days.

[OOC: Open for anybody who might catch Nathan in his yard! Warning: Character Death in the comments.]

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[funnyevilways]

"Then strike true," she said, baring her fangs and snarling. "Because I don't know why, but I loved you and I will destroy the world to be rid of what happened."

[shiroi_tiger]

"I'm not worth the world," Nathan said, and so help him, a note of pleading was making its way into his voice. His grip was firm on the hilt of his sword, and he took a half-step back, not quite into a ready stance, but near enough that he could slip into one if needed.

He couldn't just kill her because she claimed to know how to end the world.

"What you're feeling... what you can't remember... isn't worth destroying everything. There is no pain worth that. The Wilhelmina I knew wasn't so selfish."

[funnyevilways]

She was done talking. Every word he said brought up emotions she was already wanting to be rid of, and she'd given him his chance.

She growled and lunged forward, ready to drain him dry a second time.

[shiroi_tiger]

That lunge was like nothing Nathan had ever seen, was proof positive that Wilhelmina wasn't there anymore. Not entirely.

The Wilhelmina he'd loved had wept when she'd drawn his blood. Had been terrified that she'd hurt him, that he'd fear her and turn away.

She growled and lunged, and he sidestepped, not as quickly as he could have, years ago, but quickly enough. His sword was drawn and swung all in one deft motion, blade swiftly moving for her neck.

He didn't turn to see if he'd hit his mark.

He didn't want to look.

He just sank to his knees, and pulled in another breath.

[funnyevilways]

And behind him, there was not a thunk of a body or any sound at all. Just a cloud of dust that scattered into breeze, leaving almost no trace of what had just transpired.

[shiroi_tiger]

If anybody had asked Nathan, he'd tell them that he'd long forgotten how to cry. What could there possibly be in the world that was worth his tears? He'd seen hell, dealt more than his fair share of it into the lives of people who had deserved so much better. Crying was self-indulgent, was selfish, when a man stopped to do so with as much blood on his conscience as him.

But he stayed outside in his yard, most certainly not crying, for a good twenty minutes. Long enough for the slugs to return, to take an interest in him. And only when he had to get up to fend them off did he pull himself to his feet again.

And when he went back into the house, sword in hand, dripping in the ichor from the creatures that had been attacking, he went for the whiskey before he went to clean himself off.

He could be self-indulgent tonight.

Only tonight.