protoshepherd | Night 2 - Kristoph/Palaeno deaths

[Keyes has been waiting for Kristoph to show a lapse in judgment, and now that wait has paid off. The second his attention is diverted, Keyes comes in swinging that bottle, once again going straight for the head.]

[WHAT THE HELL, KEYES

At the very least that's going to stagger him and get him to abruptly let go of Matt, because oh god wow...]

What...

[god that was not his idea of a good time in the least]

Palaeno, don't drink any of that, do you hear me -

[ow

you know, keyes, if he were feeling like a smartass he might be tempted to ask if you want to try again but somehow he has no doubt you will gleefully do exactly that anyway]

[NO being strangled is more of JUAN'S thing.]

[He coughs and rubs his throat, having lost some of the good mood he just had.]

Hurry the hell up, Keyes! [Cough.] That guy almost choked me.

[And he moves towards Palaeno again to get back his position over him.]

[It's very hard for Palaeno to see what's going on with Matt forcing his head back like that, but he can spot part of the scuffle from the corner of his eye and he definitely saw that bottle swing by. That knowledge and Kristoph's words serve to make Palaeno feel a little guilty. Someone just got clobbered over the head because he was trying to save him. Maybe Kristoph should've just left him behind and made for the door instead, then at least one of them would've still gotten away.

Now his only salvation is gone and a bloodied, washed-up action hero is back to trying to force coffee down his throat. Maybe he can try to blind Matt by going straight for his eyes.]

[Keyes brings down his bottle again, because unlike certain Nickel Samurais he has his priorities in line, damnit.]

I'm not the one taking his sweet time with this! You want me to leave you two alone or what?

[How about he just punches Palaeno in the stomach to stun him for the moment.]

Shut up, Keyes! I don't even like getting my hands dirty. ...But right now, this really feels right, you know?

[And now he's roughly grabbing at Palaeno's jaw again, pinching his fingers into his cheeks to force his mouth open.]

[OW. The stomach punch is enough to wind Palaeno and his arms reflexively pull away from Matt's face. That hurt. It's not as bad as what Kristoph must be feeling, he realizes with another pang of guilt, but it's still painful.

The next second Matt's fingers are digging into his cheeks and that's awful in its own way. He can't quite stop his lips from parting, even if his jaws are still clenched shut. He can't pull away, either.

He's in so much trouble. He's going to die and there's nobody left to save him now. The panic that begins to overwhelm him is almost blinding.]

[Pushes the coffee cup up to his mouth... and tips it, splashing coffee onto his teeth, into his cheeks, dribbling down his chin and neck. Then he puts the cup on the table and clamps his hand over Palaeno's nose and mouth, keeping him from spitting and blocking his breathing. Palaeno's going to have to suck in some poison or just suffocate, but Matt will let him go as soon as he feels him swallow. And he's physically leaning into him, pinning him to the chair.]

Damn, you must really hate coffee!

[There's a slight noise of alarm just before the coffee's tipped into his mouth. Kristoph's warning echoes in the back of his head even as he feels the liquid flow towards his throat and he realizes it's room temperature. It doesn't taste especially like good coffee either. Maybe it's already too late now. Maybe even the slightest ingested drop will be lethal. His fingers find their way to Matt's wrist to try and pry the hand off his face, but it's no good. The hysteria alone is enough to have his stomach roil and to have tears spring up in his eyes.

Matt had the right idea with covering his mouth, because if it weren't for that hand, he would've spit the coffee into the man's face.

About ten seconds pass before he makes the mistake of producing a panicked "Mmhm!" sound in hopes of getting Kristoph's attention. If the man is even still alive at this point, anyway. That's what dooms his fate. The moment the sound ends, his throat reflexively opens up and the coffee flows on towards his stomach.]

Good boy. [Patronizingly pats his cheek and climbs off of him, leaving him to die on his own.]

[Maybe he wipes his hand off on Palaeno's vest while he's at it.]

Hey Keyes, do you need me to hold that guy down or what?

[Rather than actively offering, he retrieves his brandy glass and goes to sit down on the edge of Kristoph's bed to watch.]

Do I—

[SMACK]

—look like I—

[THWACK]

—need anybody's help!?

[POW]

[Die on his own? Oh please. The poison may be fast-acting, but it's still going to take a few minutes for Palaeno to stop breathing. It's not over yet!

Better watch your own target, Matt, because he's trying to stick his fingers down his throat. And if he needs any more incentive to throw up, he can always look at what's happening to Kristoph. That's nauseating in its own way. He has no idea if this will work- it might already be too late- but he won't know unless he tries.]

[Matt leaves him to it. He can always make him drink more if somehow Palaeno manages to throw up EVERY bit of the poison.]

[Simon drops the bottle and backs up to the bed where Matt is sitting, plopping down in something of a daze. Was that awesome or awful, just now? He can't quite tell. At the very least he'd have thought he would've been a little better at it.]

[DON'T TEMPT HIM, MATT. HE'LL DO IT! He'll throw up every last bit of poison or die trying!

His vision is turning blurry. That's not a good sign. Excuse him as he gasps and wheezes, then tries to make his way towards the door on all fours. Must... get... help...!]

Dude, sit back down. You're overreacting, there wasn't even any poison in there! I was making you drink plain coffee!

........Just kidding, there was totally poison in it.

[Nudges Simon.]

What a mess, right? Who knew killing people took so much work.

[Wipes the back of his hand across his face, smearing blood that welled up from some of the scratches.]

We'll need to practice this act if we ever want to take it on the road.

...By the way, you're leaking forensic evidence.

[Don't mind Palaeno's quiet death rattles as he collapses to the floor. Carry on.]

About time.

[Licks a bit of blood that had gotten on his lips. Matt you're gross.]

Yeah, he clawed me up good.

[Somehow, he doesn't seem upset about it.]

Night 2 - Kristoph/Palaeno deaths

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