Ron backed up against the headboard. Oh god, she was a shapeshifter. Or he now, Ron supposed. "Get dressed you fucking slut." Ron snarled. Ludomir leaned out of the bathroom, face slathered in shaving cream. "Amai, are you already harassing Ron? If you're hungry, go downstairs. I won't stop you from feeding if you don't go too far." He was shirtless, showing off that his human body ended at the neck. Everything beneath was worn metal, once chromed and shiny, now pitted and altered a thousand times over. "Ron, a word of advice. Her touch is poison." He went back into the bathroom to finish shaving, leaving Ron wary in the corner. "When he's done, I'm going to take a shower, and you are staying out here." Ron glared at Amai, knees pulled to his chest.
"Like you even could." Amai scoffed loudly, but the premise of feeding was simply too good to pass up. However, there was a flaw with the invitation, he felt. With eyes narrowed at the sight of the metal body, he clicked his tongue against his teeth; made a bit more sense now why charms weren't working. "There's nothing to feed on down there, it's completely empty, remember? Now, if I could go into the town, I bet I could weasel my way into a home or two." The words were covered in ill intent, as was the smile that followed after. Amai could go for a 4 course meal at this point.
At Ron's threatening, Amai laughed loudly, the sound boisterous at Ron's demands. "How cute, all of you think you can order me around, I love it, I really do." Curling his fist, Amai smiled widely while looking at the boy who seemed like a mouse trapped in a corner. He thrived off that look of apprehension and disgust, it made it all the better when he eventually crushed their wills. "All I'd have to do is so much as kiss your cheek, and you'd change your mind immediately. Cute, isn't it? I bet you'd make for a good appetizer..." His tongue lolled out, long and pointed, flicking across his painted lips before disappearing back inside as he sighed. All this play wasn't giving him anything to really work with anyways and he was feeling himself getting cranky; the driver just wasn't enough to sate him. "Hey, old fuck, where are the people, I need to EAT." Speaking casually, the male rose, dropping the sheets and exposing his nude form while he looked for his clothes he'd tossed about.
Amai took his time, reveling in the very idea that he was making Ron uncomfortable while he put on piece by slow piece, wearing the exact same clothes as "she" had before, heels and all. "Mmm...I think I'll party when I get back to the Hunt."
"The man who runs this hotel will be out now. The sun is almost up." Ludomir called from the bathroom. Ron just covered his face, peeking through his fingers at Amai. What was wrong with this person? "Get. Dressed." He growled. "Alright, I'm done. You two can shower." Ludomir came out, dressed again in his head to toe outfit, to sit at his desk again. Ron ran past Amai and slammed the door. Malvus opened his laptop and began looking up notes. "Here's the plan for the day. We're going to try to find out who that monster is. I have already disinterred the first man to die from the illness I believe it is spreading, but he turned out not to be the perpetrator. I want to do it before sunset. And Amai, I expect you to research this on your own, or with Ron if he chooses to help. I need to tend to its victims. I'm afraid we may lose another tonight if I don't." He turned and looked Amai in the eye, ignoring her dressing. "Is this clear?"
“Yeah, yeah, whatever!” He chided in a sing song voice, clearing a jump over his cot with an amazingly well placed landing, exceptional due to the fact he had done so in heels! Amai had things to do, and breakfast to eat!
By the time Ron would be out of his shower, Amai was back in the room, glistening as brightly as ever...which was a stark contrast in comparison to the dazed and wheezing man downstairs, whose heart weakly throbbed. He hadn't killed him, but he had certainly been in better shape...and now she had a cute little thrall in the building. “So, Doc, is there any consistency in killings? Are they all beautiful women?” When he spoke, he shifted into a curvaceous, busty blonde for just a moment. “Or men? Little children?” She laughed as she went through the shapes, settling for a moment as a red haired child, twisting a strand of hair between her fingers. “I can be pretty good bait. But, if you have no complaints Doc, I can always extract information the old fashioned way.”
When he sat back up again, he was the tall man he was once before, lips pursed in a kissing motion. “I'll be able to find out really easy this way.”
"The first victims were relatives of the first deceased, but I couldn't get their given name. They aren't very chatty with strangers in this town. Family name is Karnomvich." Ludomir gave the basic knowledge he had. "Try city hall." He suggested as Ron came out of the bathroom, in the same clothing he was wearing yesterday. "Ah, Ron. Amai will explain things to you. Report to me if she harasses you in any way." Ludomir packed his laptop into a briefcase with a menagerie of other equipment and stood. "Oh, and are you doing fine? Any fatigue? Soreness?" He asked, gesturing to Ron's neck. "Nope. It healed." He turned his head, showing that he had removed the bandages and there wasn't even a mark. "Thanks I guess." He mumbled.
"Eat my ass, old man." Amai laughed as he continued to threaten her, not an ounce of fear for the outcome of her behavior. Amai was perfectly aware of her position, as Eve should be; punishing her was fun, for now, and no amount of orders she'd get in the end would make her do anything she didn't want to do. "Here's the short version, bum, we've got to start extracting information. Don't take this the wrong way-" A taunting smile crossed his painted lips and he stooped down slightly to be better eye-leveled. "You don't seem like you're good at socializing with anyone or anything, so how about I do the talking. I'm sure you could just walk around and bum around town and maybe hear something.~" He stood with a great stretch then, looking like a satisfied feline while he walked out the door, humming a jovial tune.
Waiting in the lobby, he was patting the top of the enamored inn-keeper's head, like one would a puppy, but all the while his glowing gaze was staring out to the still relatively empty streets through the window. It seemed his smile had faded, leaving a look of irritation. "This town's too fucking small...I hate small towns." It seemed he was waiting for Ron at the current moment, but his erratic behavior would determine how long that actually was.
Ron snarled at Amai. "I'll get twice as much information as you!" He shook a fist at the succubus come incubus as she left. "Son, she's not worth it. Now, you don't have to do this. I will however offer payment. How does 20 dollars an hour sound?" Ron scanned Ludomir's face for any signs of a lie, but that seemed totally sincere. "American?" "Yes." "Deal." Ron turned and walked downstairs. "Come on. I'm going to the hospital." He grunted at Amai in passing. "You check the morgue." He didn't wait for a confirmation before leaving the hotel. Now, just where was the hospital, if there even was one in such a puny town?
"Why even bother with morgues in a small town like this, can't they just put them all under ground like in old times? Sighhhh..." Amai placed a kiss on the daze man's cheek, his eyes rolling back for just a moment before he keeled over the desk, a smug smile on the retreating man's lips as he exited the building, heels clicking loudly.
It was at the lobby entrance that the man stepped in, hands in pockets lackadaisically, his glittering gaze looking with boredom at the small town funeral home. A morgue? Yeah right, in a place that probably saw a new face every two decades, there's no way they'd have something like that. The drab inside reflected how drab the outside felt, the smell of stale flowers and formaldehyde making his nose crinkle slightly, a grunt of irritation leaving him. This place SUCKED, he would have had more fun at the hospital... "Whatever. Hey.~" He approached the nearest employee, a charming smile as he lounged against the nearest surface, which happened to be a coffin for display. "I'm looking for someone, care to help me?"
The elderly man blinked and adjusted his glasses. They didn't get many passing through here, but this man certainly wasn't a local, especially since he spoke English. "Ah... who are you, sir? Do you have family who has passed away here?" The silver haired man spoke in an accent so thick it could support the coffin Amai leaned upon. "And please... do not lean on that." Only business instincts kept Amai from being kicked out at once.
Softly, sultry, a prowl like a prideful beast that knew its prey couldn't escape, Amai neared the man. “Terribly sorry.” When he spoke, he did so with practically a pure, pink fumes leaking from his mouth as if he had toked on a cigarette prior to coming in. Slowly, the smell of the room was beginning to change, growing more powerful as he approached. “You see, I'm looking for someone that died in town recently. I'm terribly heartbroken and am in need of succor; seeing them would probably ease the burden in my chest.” He was theatric as he drew ever close, his arms shifting about in a dramatic manner, painted fingertips touching on his chest as he tossed his head to the side with a forlorn and vulnerable expression. “Darling, please, might I see your morgue?” The dramatic male’s mouth billowed then, a thick, pink fog that encaptured the cramped space, masking him faintly in an opaque haze with only his vibrant, neon gaze practically smiling at the caretaker.
The caretaker couldn't understand what was going on as Amai's mouth poured smoke. His fingers gripped the counter so hard they went white. Was he having some sort of stroke? A flood of regrets went through his mind. His divorce, not calling his son in three years. The feeling only grew worse when Amai emerged from the smog, now his ex wife in her prime, her long black hair flowing, pale skin shining, but in Amai's strange outfit. "No... please... it's too soon." Who would run this place without him? Who would bury him? "I don't want to die! My son, he needs to run this business in my place! The line can't end with me!" He grabbed Amai's front, not caring that he was a hallucination. He just needed somebody to plead to.
"You won't die, darling. Just tell me what I want to know." Amai cooed softly, her voice the very same as the man's dearly departed; the only difference in their appearances was the glow of her eyes. In an embrace of compassion, a show of love and affection as if she were holding a crying child, she murmured gently next to the man's ear, but the smile upon her face was anything but kind. "Now, there's been a few nasty, awful deaths here, hmn? I want to see the bodies of those...and one in particular. Would you grant me this final solace, darling?"
"Karnomvich? Ah, yes..." Would one good deed mean anything in the end? He didn't know, but he submitted. "Yes, Amendraka Karnomvich." He grabbed a file instinctively. It wasn't long ago, the first death in months. It was shocking to all. "Buried... in his family's lot." Tears spilling down his face, he sank in his chair.
The visage of his old, dearly beloved smiled in obvious satisfaction as he relayed to her the information she had come for. This was delightfully easy. “Thanks darling.~” Her dainty fingers picked the file from his forlorn hand, chuckling softly as she leaned over his desk, whispering softly while her pink fumes began to retract between her lips. “Now be good and don't tell anyone I was here, alright? If you do, the next time I call, you'll not take another breath.”
The fog had cleared, the man from before in the place the woman had once been, thumbing through the file as he happily sauntered out with a click of his heels upon the ground. “Cemetery hmmm… let’s give it a visit.” He left the heartbroken man behind, a beaming smile upon his face as he made way through the small town. He wondered briefly what the bum would have found by now.
The elderly mortician just collapsed into an uneasy sleep, mind calling for a time out to recover. When he awoke, it would all seem like a strange dream. He would call his wife and his son, make up with them through his tears. In a week he would meet them both for the first time in half a decade. A lovely story, but one Amai wouldn't be much interested in. He wandered now through a field of stones, some so old the names that graced them were barely legible, others tragically new.
As she searched for the Karnomvich plot, a little white speck appeared far overhead. Amai wouldn't have time to notice it as within the blink of an eye it was a swearing armored human standing in front of her. "Can't fucking believe they don't have a fucking hospital! What kind of fucking town- just- ARGH!" Armor plating slid away to reveal Ron, red faced and fuming. He stomped around the tombstones as the dust from his astonishingly fast landing settled. He stood away from Amai, separated by a row of tombstones while he simmered down. "You'd better have had better luck."
Amai had never liked graveyards. Boring, dreadful little places with no livelihood: only silence and sobs were had in this place. It didn't help that his heels sank into the moist earth, both ruining his shoes and his mood. Just as he was considering wiping away the grime upon the nearest, pointless tablet of stone, he was greeted with the ruffle of air and soon the storming individual who brought it.
Unlike his good mood from earlier, Amai’s gaze glinted dangerously, vibrant pink slits between the veil of narrowed, dark lashes. Amused, he was not and it could be felt even from the space between them. “This town fucking sucks. It should just be left to wipe off the face of the earth.” As he spoke, he lifted a lithe leg, musculature sharp and defined beneath the tight grip of his pants. His foot planted upon a tombstone, smothering words beneath mud and heel while he spoke, passionate in his slowly seething rage. “Of course I got information. I AM me and none escape me when I want something.” His words left in a soft growl, a dangerous grumble to them..and his foot pushed clean through upon the stone, snapping the upper half away. “Karnomvich. Look for it.”
"Who said you were in charge?" Ron growled before Amai's foot pummeled the gravestone in half. "What the fuck, why did you do that!? What's wrong with you, you stupid cow?" He growled, walking towards her with fists balled up. "Did you find the target?" Ludomir's older voice called across the graveyard. Ron spat and backed away. "Karnomvich she says." He grumbled to Malvus. "Hm. Well, let us find the plot. I would rather get this out of the way sooner rather than later." Ludomir held two shovels and a piece of wood could be seen sticking from his pocket. The use of both could be implied and it churned Ron's stomach.
When Amai coughed up the whole name, they found the family plot and within, Amendraka. "Ron, could you please help me dig? Amai, kindly keep watch." A shovel bit into damp earth easily, mechanical strength at work. "I... okay." Ron took the shovel with a grim look and began digging. It was easy going for the two, dirt clearing in mere minutes. The coffin they uncovered was still entirely intact, glossy black sheen just as shiny as when it was buried not too long ago. Ron's breathing was heavy, not from the work but from gazing upon this hopeless box. Was it really murder when the thing was undead? Ronald couldn't help but feel it was.
"Ron, are you alright? I can do this alone if you don't want to." Malvus gave him a look that suggested he told the truth. It was just too bad that Ron couldn't let himself back down. "No, I can do this." He insisted, a little paler than usual. Ludomir studied him for a long moment, then pointed at Amai. "Ron, Amai, switch places. Amai, open the coffin. I will do the deed. Nobody needs get blood on their hands but me, but everybody pay attention. It may be aggressive even in the daylight." He pulled the stake from his pocket, revealing its wickedly sharp tip.
Sitting atop a disheveled stone, chiseled jaw working back and forth as his teeth grit together, Amai had the look of a frighteningly broody man. If being in a good mood had garnered the reactions he had thus far, one could only feel apprehension at what a bad mood might provoke. The crabby man drummed his pointed heel again and again upon his perch, curling a lithe arm along the upheld limb. He was -supposed- to be keeping watch, but the magnet-eyed male only looked out with indifference upon the desolate graveyard. Amai was silently oozing his angsty mood, a practically palpable emanation of his desire to start a fight with anything that would dare to approach him and his generational entourage.
At the sudden beckon, he sneered, dastardly canines shimmering along his dark lips while his head swiveled in a lackadaisical manner. “Keep ordering me around and you'll find yourself a nice hood ornament.” Hopping from his stony seat and approaching the group, not so much as casting a glance at the belligerent buggy boy, Amai crouched down and dug his polished nails upon the dirty coffin lid. With minimal effort and a creak of aged log, Amai’s angry gaze glinted with sadism and slowly a dark smile took his lips. Perhaps NOW things would get interesting.
Ron nervously looked at the coffin lid, fists up but heart ready to flee. Ludomir's breath remained steady as he knelt to strike quickly. The coffin creaked as Amai set his fingers under the lid, smoothly lifting just a little. "Alright. Do it." Ludomir's breath skipped just once, but the stake remained ready. The lid swung, hinges creaked, and the stench of rot hit them all. Ludomir dropped the stake. "How?" He muttered.
It was an ordinary corpse, pallid skin beginning to melt away, blue suit still pristine. "This ain't the thing that fucking attacked us yesterday! What the fuck old man!?" Ron yelled, kicking the casket closed. "We must have the identity wrong. The being must be older. But I don't know where it could be." Ludomir had gone pale. Everybody was wrong sometimes, but when he was wrong, people died. "God fucking dammit! What now!?" Ron yelled, tossing his hands in the air. "Ronald, calm. We have the rest of the day. We can still stop this." Ludomir put a hand on Ron's shoulder. "Amai, if you don't want to be told what to do, you are free to figure out this situation yourself." His voice for the first time grew just the slightest bit curt.
“Ah. The smell of decomposing flesh. Charming.” With the lid kicked right from his hands, the man scowled and crooked his fingers to inspect the pristine, pointed, black tips; he wouldn't be thrilled if one had broke. Not that he was thrilled at all. The one exciting promise in this shitty, old town and it was a lie. With the overdramatics of Ron in the distance, Amai toed the diirt beneath his foot and looked towards Ludomir with absolute distaste. “And if you knew how to handle this thing, you wouldn't need me.” Slender, serpentine plumes were fuming from his black lips, eyes dangerous slits while he spoke. “I do what I'm told when there's promised results, but it seems there are no results. If you want my advice here-,” sliding his thumbs within his pockets, he sauntered forward to the two, stooping down with his smoking presence, “-I say, let it have this stupid, small town. There's so many humans already, what's a good handful in the middle of nowhere to anyone?”