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[sleightofsight]

 angst  :-)

warning: possibly major character death, blood/injury mention, general whump warnings. light gore warning. 

word count: 1.6k

characters: 

berith ryan kensley. (oc, belongs to me (alt account for berith &co is @divergent-demons) )

marvin collins-delvaux. 

erin attwell. (belongs to @lilsprout-exe.) 

alphie hallbjörn-seeker.(aka they of many names.) (belongs to @sibling-ursidae)

 jackson collins-delvaux. (belongs to @miishae) 

nebula (haha redacted last name go brrr). (belongs to @oasisofgalaxies.) 

mentions of egos.

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Our star adversary of the night clicks his tongue impatiently as he tosses a knife into the air with a casual flick of his wrist, his softened wool coat lying open and spread against the seat of his chair. The coat framed a white button up shirt, short-sleeve with a formerly worn black suit jacket below it. Admittedly, he’d only taken it off after sneaking into an apartment complex full of people who could take him one with one hand tied behind their back.

Taking two of their occupants with him was hard enough without detection, but well-placed portals helped Berith out well enough.

Not to mention the chosen time of half past three am, of his caper. 

The stress was enough to make him sweat, even with the planning he’d taken,  and it did. No one likes wet clothing.

Two teenagers glare at him from the center of the surprisingly well furnished hideout, wrapped down into softened velvet armchairs with twin clear sprays of water. The substance had wrapped around their wrists and tied them down to the armrests, traveling upwards to fasten to teens to one another with their forearms back to back.

There was no reasonable answer for the bruises and inch-long cuts they’d both suffered, with about three each.

Information has a price.

No bonds for their heads or mouths yet, as neither of them had really mouthed off all that much. 

Save for the one with strawberry-pink hair cursing at him using...candies? Whatever being called a ‘rotten peppermint patty’ and ‘plastic-mold gummy bear’ meant, Berith didn’t quite care for it. 

Along with the other one, the one with messy brown hair knotted into a braid...they were merely glaring at him, but every so often, they seemed to....-vibrate?- in their seat. 

Certainly a trick of the eyes. 

Right? 

“When will your father arrive?” 

His first words to the pair were ones of calculated weight, measured out for the moments of silence before, and yet thrown out with all the grace of plastic-wrapped rubbish. 

The brighter boy manages an extremely non-threatening scowl before turning away, but the other one- Alphie, his research had garnered, they/them and rather...ordinary- spoke up, almost certainly vibrating in their seat this time around. 

“Why’d you take us? Where’s da? Where’s dad?” 

With an over-pronounced sigh falling from the man’s lips, Berith stands up from his own ornately decorated armchair, catching the hilt of the emerald-inlaid blade with one final flick of his fingers. There’s barely a space of ten feet between the chairs, but each step he takes makes it feel as though it was an eternity, widening the distance as the silver of his weapon glints from a diamond-decorated chandelier light. 

“I couldn’t give a single damn caring about your father’s husband. I want your father, the one who goes by the name of Marvin Delvaux, here. We have a matter to settle, and he seems to ...spurn my beckoning. Seeing as you two are the closest ones to him, exempting the space girl, and the husband, you were the best ones for the job.” 

He could see Alphie visibly tense, and another few steps were taken forwards as the strawberry-blond boy speaks. Erin Attwell, taken in by this family, as Alphie had.

“They wouldn’t come here, they’re not pissbabies like you. Marvin and Jackie are better than you could h-” 

Pissbaby? 

Berith blinks in semi-shock at the teen’s statement before rolling his eyes, flicking his wrist and binding a bolt of water across his mouth, cutting him off mid sentence. 

“You don’t know the magician like I have. The fool would do anything for his loved ones.” 

With his back towards the wall, and body facing the teens, his blade was inches away from Alphie’s neck, ready to draw blood if need be to get this damned man out of hiding, after all these years- 

So he’s able to see the way their lips blossom into full smiles within moments, shoulders straightening as their eyes both fix on a point behind him- 

Ah. 

Probably should’ve done something to take care of the parents, rather than leave them be- 

“Berith!” 

Shit. 

Seafoam green cracks a vertical line in the wall before widening into the familiar circular portal of the magician wielding it, slicing open as fire swims off of the man emerging from it. 

Formerly blue eyes roll with dark blue flames, a color rarely seen at Marvin’s hand, before he levitates over to the demon, gripping his white dress collar and lifting him about an inch off the ground. 

Only raising the two-inch shorter man to Marvin’s level. 

Behind the two, from the portal, a baseball-cap wearing entity with wild purple hair leaps down, accompanied by a supersuit clad hero in red and black. 

Nebula and Jackie, both hellbent on making one man pay. 

Neb grips the hilt of a baseball bat, eyes dancing darkly as a single nod from the hero at her side leads her to the tied down teens, followed soon after by Jackie himself. 

Those bonds would take some time to work through. 

While they led on, Marvin’s fingers tighten around Berith’s collar, burning the fabric under his mere touch, as he yanks the man up higher, pure rage and adrenaline dancing through his red-hot blood. 

“Marvin, old friend.” 

Even in this scenario, Berith gives the magician a winning smile, toes barely brushing the ground, as his knife was only gripped tighter between the fingers of his right hand. 

“Don’t you dare call me that ever again. Not after what you did.” 

Marvin’s fingers tighten, burning Berith’s upper torso and shoulders, along with either side of his neck- but it didn’t garner an emotion other than a mere flutter of pain from the man. 

Emotions run high and fast between the two of them, as Marvin lowers Berith to the ground, only to grab at his wrists and form a fiery linking chain- but he wasn’t fast enough. 

Sometimes, the numbing power of adrenaline, in certain parts of the body, was a disadvantage. 

What he didn’t notice was the knife slipping into his rib cage. 

What he did notice, however, was the sudden stabbing pain searing it’s way through his chest, causing a scream to tear from the magician’s lungs; multiplied by two. 

Multiplied by twists. 

The second wound leaves the silvery blade slick with blood, the winning smile formerly displayed on the demon’s face extending more into a sick grin. Dislodging the weapon, scarlet shines against the delicate carver, the amount of blood dripping from the wound becoming wildly disproportionate for a blade injury of that size. 

“Gotcha.” 

Blood magic. 

A subset of water magic. 

One Berith’s training had let him learn, and handle well. 

And one that caused the magician to drop to the ground, sucking in a rattled breath as his hands rise to the feline shaped mask crowning his features, ripping it off in a search for air. 

His hands fall to the ground, trying to raise themselves to the wounds to heal. 

The leather dress shoes before him click against the ground for a moment before a wave of whitewater rises up; 

and Berith Kensley is gone. 

“Jackie-” 

Vermilion shades flash before Marvin’s eyes as he nearly slips in his own blood, feeling the coppery liquid soak into his clothing as it formed a decent-sized puddle below him. 

Neb and Jackie had managed to loosen the bonds just enough for them to slip out, but upon Berith’s disappearance, they slid away, splashing against the ground. 

Just in time for Jackie to glance up, and see his husband lying in a pool of his own blood, breathing raggedly. 

“MARVIN!” 

He doesn’t wait for the others. He doesn’t wait for anything, or anyone. Not right now. Jackie’s footsteps thump across the wooden flooring, falling to his knees- damning the bruises, sure to form.  

The trio can hear his shattered cry, and they glance up, almost confused- before their eyes widen. 

By the time Jackie’s reached his body, Marvin’s magic is flickering across his chest, trying to stitch the first wound up. Flickers of spring green essence manage to staunch the flow somewhat, but deep carmine bursts fight back, bringing forth the damage once more. 

Seems as though someone left some of his magic in Marvin, as a residual. 

As insurance. 

“Hey, love.” 

Marvin manages a grin, glancing up at the man, despite the white fabric turned cerise-red all over the front of his chest, and the strong scent of copper throughout the area. 

“Don’t you ‘hey, love.’ me. You keep your eyes open right now, Delvaux.” 

Tears roll down the hero’s cheeks as he grips the scarlet smeared fabric within his fists, holding the man’s mask in the other as he’s pulled Marvin into his lap. 

Blood dribbles out of the wounds steadily as Marvin’s magic intensifies in color and speed, flying back and forth, and yet it’s barely doing anything, capping off the blood flow. 

Marvin’s breath rattles within his chest as he manages to speak again, the blood loss getting to him. Spots dance before his vision as he struggles to stay awake, the magician seeing blob-like spots of his family’s faces. 

“Guess I should’ve...figured out a way to talk this out over coffee, then.” 

His chest rises and falls unsteadily before falling stock still for a beat, lips pausing between breaths to release a breath of air, eyes slipping shut. 

[x0401x]

Mekakucity Talkers: Chapter 3

For some reason, it seems something terrible happened…!?

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Mekakushi-dan Chatroom

Hibiya: Anyone! Isn’t there anyone around!? Help!

??: What’s wrong? Are you okay?

Hibiya: Aah, thank goodness! It is an emergency! I do not know who you are, but please help me out!

??: Oops. To think I’d do something like this... I forgot to set up my username and picture.

Ene: All~ right! This Ene-chan shall grant your wish by any means!

Hibiya: Change with someone!

Ene: Hah!? What’s with that?! Do you have any problem with the hyper super pretty virtual girl Ene-chan?!?

Hibiya: Anyone else!? Isn’t there anyone else around!?

Ene: Speaking of which, it seems no one has come today, huh~

Hibiya: What about Shintarou!?

Ene: Master is usually here, right~? Now that you mentioned it, I haven’t seen him since earlier. Isn’t he in the toilet or something?

Hibiya: Then he’ll come back soon!?

Ene: No, Master will probably take one more hour.

Hibiya: Haah!? An hour in the toilet!? What the heck!?

Ene: Master also has his own issues... By the way, hasn’t it been a while? You were forced to go back to your town, weren’t you?

Hibiya: No, I just went back like normal. Well~, how can I put it? I feel like returning home? I’ll be living in the city in the future~, so if I think of this as my last time living in the countryside, it’s not bad, I guess~? Something like that.

Ene: Aren’t you having too big of a misunderstanding after having come to the city just one time?!

Hibiya: I-It’s not a misunderstanding! I really am thinking of taking the admission exam of a middle school from Tokyo and I’m getting ready for it!

Ene: Are you seriously planning to live in Tokyo!? Isn’t that great~?! From now on, you’ll be able to see everyone right away, huh?!

Hibiya: Well, about that... I gotta begin studying for the middle school admission exam~, so I don’t have time to fool around with the... “Mekakuso-dan”, was it~?

Ene: H-H-Hold on! This is a way of making a mistake that you shouldn’t get behind! It’s ME-KA-KU-SHI-dan, you see!!

Hibiya: Sorry, sorry, I typed wrong. But, well, shouldn’t everyone else also quit these embarrassing activities and start contemplating their furute by now~? It’s what I think.

Ene: G-Guh...

Hibiya: You, too, are a “virtual girl”, right? Shouldn’t you graduate from that already?

Ene: Y-You...! That’s a bit too cocky! My appearance is of a physically weak and lovely girl, but even Ene-chan can get angry! For starters, there’s something called “respect” that you should have for older people.

Hibiya: What, should I refer to you as “Auntie”?

Ene: Uuhn!? You picking a fight!?

Hibiya: Uwah! S-Stop ringing up my phone’s vibrator! Hiih! Somehow, a ton of mail is arriving from weird places!! A lot of messages like “thank you for your membership” are coming to me!! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!!

Ene: It’s fine as long as you get it. As long as you get it. Or, rather, what was your business in the end? Why don’t you go study since you love it so much and then hurry to bed? *spit, spit*

Hibiya: R-Right, I had forgotten. I’m... locked up.

Ene: Hah? That’s... like an incident? Like kidnapping? Bad guys!? Hey, it’s no time to be doing this! Please help, Master~!! No, police~!!

Hibiya: Sorry to interrupt while you’re so ecstactic, but it’s not an incident or kidnapping.

Ene: Is that so? If it’s not an incident or kidnapping, then is it a strange phenomenon...? Or you’re being offered as live sacrifice...?

Hibiya: Your prejudice against the countryside is too horrible!

Ene: If it’s not something like that, then what is it?

Hibiya: Well, my family is pretty strict, you see. I told my parents that I was gonna take an admission exam for a Tokyo middle school, and they completely opposed to it. When I woke up in the morning, I was inside our warehouse...

Ene: Aah, that’s what it was... Then, do your best.

Hibiya: Wait a minute! This phone is my only salvation!!

Ene: Your parents are severe, huh? You were quite forfeited, huh~?

Hibiya: This is just ‘cause I finally managed to get my hands on a much-wished-for cellphone! I hide it in my pants when I go to sleep so that my parents won’t find out and so that I don’t leave it out of my reach!

Ene: Uwah...

Hibiya: I was also able to receive heat from the warm phone in my pants, even from within this cold shack!

Ene: Hieh...

Hibiya: Hey, you can move into phones, right? Come to mine!

Ene: Eh~. Isn’t it a long journey to go all the way there~? It’s pretty far, right~?

Hibiya: I don’t know how it works, but through electromagnetic waves, it takes only an instant, right!?

Ene: Kaah~! This is why children now-a-days are so...! You think anything can be solved with electromagnetic waves! You won’t become a proper adult in the future!

Hibiya: You’re going there!?

Ene: In the first place, it’s better if I don’t go.

Hibiya: Eh, why?

Ene: Won’t people find out you have a phone if we talk?

Hibiya: Aah, is that so...?

Ene: Also, I don’t wanna go to a phone that was in someone’s pants.

Hibiya: Doesn’t that have nothing to do with it?

Ene: It’s a matter of feelings!

Hibiya: Man! That doesn’t matter! You’ll help me, right!?

Ene: Eh~? Are you okay with that way of asking~?

Hibiya: Uwah, what a handful...

Ene: Eh? What? You want someone to help you? Hm? What do they look like? Super pretty?

Hibiya: Hey~, that doesn’t matter at all!

Ene: Eh? You want her to help you? The Super Pretty Who-sama?

Hibiya: Ah~, man, I get it already! Super Pre-something Ene-sama, please help me!

Ene: Hmm~? I’m a bit concerned about the way you put it. Really, no choice~! This super pretty virtual girl Ene-sama will help you! So? How’s the situation of the interior?

Hibiya: E~rm... there’s only one door in the warehouse. It’s got a locker with a number code.

Ene: That’s a weird warehouse, huh~. Can it be opened from within?

Hibiya: Hn, looks like it... They said, “if you want to take the middle school exam, try solving this mystery”. There’s a paper with something like a cipher written on it. I think that, if I solve it, I’ll definitely find out the numbers for the locker.

Ene: Your parents are quite the entretainers, huh...?

Hibiya: Can I write down the cipher?

Ene: Hum, show it to me.

Hibiya: E~rm... “change the initial letters into numbers: 12/31 12/25 2/14” is what it says.

Ene: Hoh~, I see, I see.

Hibiya: How is it?

Ene: ......speaking of this, Master is late, huh~? Does he have a stomach ache or something~? This is that kind of thing, right~? He’s a good-for-nothing when I’m not around, right~? He’s calling, he’s calling~. I gotta go~.

Hibiya: See~! You totally didn’t get it! In the end, I should have asked someone else!

Ene: Oh~? Are you okay with this kind of attitude!? I could sneak into your phone and spread the~se and even tho~se kinds of pictures all over the chatroom!

Hibiya: That’s a terrible guess to make! Actually, can you do something that terrifying!? Just... Just cut me some slack with that.

Ene: Huhu~n? By this reaction, you also have nasty photos, don’t you~? Eek, eek, men are all like that~

Hibiya: “Nasty”, you say!? Rude!! My “This is Hiyori Mobile” is the ultimate image folder that pursues sophisticated beauty!

Ene: The name is gross!! You sure had courage to name it like that, huh!?

Hibiya: It’s because I dedicate my life to it!! This is nothing!! My lockscreen, e-mail address and ringtone have Hiyori-related specifications! Even my password is Hiyori’s birthday!

Ene: Isn’t that a police case?!! In the end, it’s better if you stay locked in that shack!! Hm? “Birthday”?

Hibiya: What? Got a problem with This is Hiyori Mobile or something!?

Ene: The name is gross! No, no, more important than that...! I found out the answer!

Hibiya: Eh? What?

Ene: These are dates!

Hibiya: Haah?

Ene: 12/31 is Oomisoka, right? If we assume that its initial is the English letter “o”, it would look like the number “zero”!

(T/N: Oomisoka or Ootsugomori is the name of New Year’s celebration, also used as a synonym for New Year’s Eve in Japanese.)

Hibiya: T-Then, 12/25 is Christmas, isn’t it? If the initial is “ku”, that means it becomes 9 if transcribed into a number?

(T/N: “Christmas” is written as “kurisumasu” in katakana, and “ku” is one of the readings of the number 9.)

Ene: That’s it! And 2/14 is Valentine! The “ba” definitely stands for 8!

(T/N: “Valentine” is written as “barentain” in katakana. “Ba” is close to “ha” and “pa”, which are syllabes associated with the number 8, which reads as “hachi”.)

Hibiya: W-Wait a bit! I’ll try to match the key numbers!

Ene: H-How was it?

Hibiya: I

Ene: “I”?

Hibiya: I got out~!!

Ene: Yeeeaaah!! Did you see that!? This is my power!! Ayo, ayo, please praise me grandly!!

Hibiya: I-It’s frustrating, but you did end up helping me... thanks.

Ene: No, no, I don’t need gratitude~! You don’t have to call me Ene-sama from now on~! Or to keep on talking forever about how you are alive due to Ene-sama, no way, no way~!

Hibiya: No, I didn’t say that much... Ah! My father is in front of the warehouse!

Ene: Ooh! Meaning that he was waiting because he believed in his son!? How touching! With this, they will allow you to take the exam!

Hibiya: Yeah!

Ene: Hm? Hey--Wait a moment! Is it all right for you to be typing this down? You were hiding from your parents that you had a phone... O~i.........

Hibiya has logged out.

Ene: Aah...