⊰viii⊱ // action/video // 4th wall

[auguria]

[Hello City. Your friendly neighorhood augur is out on the green today, like always, but for once he doesn't appear to be surrounded by birds. He has instead been descended on by a small pack of girls. They are sitting in a crescent circle behind him, all looking curiously down into the camera.]

I know how to work that thing, Jast, fork it over.


It belongs to him, Snake, enough.


Just put it away, I don't want to talk to them...


They allll belong to-to the masssster. This iiiis of no con-on-onsequence.


Hello, everyone, I hope you're enjoying the beautiful weather!

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[worldofourown]

Charming.

You found groupies.

[razor_edge]

[She leans in to stare at him with piercing eyes, a very pale blue. She herself is almost translucent, bleached by the sun into this blinding optic shade with a flame of red hair over her skull. Even when she isn't speaking... there is the faintest sound of buzzing.]

No. Ssssilence.

[worldofourown]

Why are you hissing?

[ Such an ethereal wisp of a thing. ]

Speech impediment?

[razor_edge]

[The buzzing grows louder, more insistent and aggressive.]

I do not-not hisssss.

[firstsnake]

[If you want to hear some hissing, Karl, you should try this one. She grins, her tongue flickering between her teeth for a fraction of a second.]

No point talking to her, you know.

[worldofourown]

[ He can feel it, like an unpleasant burst of static. ]

Sibilate? Sizz? Blow raspberries?

You're still doing it.

[worldofourown]

Really?

[ A crooked smile. ]

Have you more interesting things to say?

[razor_edge]

Iiii am wasp.

[Clearly you've never spoken to one before.]

[firstsnake]

Nah. Bitches like her just want you on your knees. [She does something lewd with mouth, lips pouting, jaw slack.] Begging redemption and immolation at the hands of the eye in the sky.

[She wipes the expression off her face, rolling her eyes instead.]

I'm the life of this party.

[worldofourown]

[ He doesn't speak to wasps, no. ]

...Really?

Pft. The insects just get bigger every year.

[worldofourown]

[ ...What a strange girl... ]

Do I get a party-favor?

[razor_edge]

Aaaand creatures of flesssh more im-impudent.

[She's clearly annoyed, but her face is almost agonizingly blank. Perhaps its because her mouth does not emote much. It is all in those eyes, in that humming crescendo that surrounds her.]

[firstsnake]

You think you deserve a party favor?

[A voice of honey and filth.]

[worldofourown]

Still hissing. You should get that checked out.

[ The humming is beginning to hurt his ears. ]

[worldofourown]

Naturally.

[ A voice after his own heart. ]

[razor_edge]

[It's meant to, and it's about to be much closer. She's a handmaiden to the steward of the Summer, the crazed savior The Burning Path, she goes where she pleases and this is her master's time.]

Fool.

[firstsnake]

How about I tell you what I'll do for you.

[That smile is too wide for her face. They all make a poor approximation of humanity, truthfully, the vastness of their existence always stretching these pathetic forms of flesh.]

Are you listening? Listening real good?

[worldofourown]

At least I'm not an insect.

[worldofourown]

I'm all ears.

[ ...At least this one seems amusing... ]

[letterbearer]

[Tawny has followed Delia to Karl, the robin is perhaps the only one in the circle who can keep pace with the quick little wasp and she grabs the redhead before she lunges at Karl, that placid expression still on her face, eyes burning.]

Enough.

[worldofourown]

[ Feisty thing, isn't she? His grin widens a fraction. ]

Who are you? Her keeper?

[ It's the sort of thing Solomon would often do with Karl.]

[firstsnake]

I'm thinking, maybe, you know, I might see how far down your throat I could get my fist.

[She giggles, sounding pretty genuinely enthused.]

I mean, you can take a lot of damage, right? I wonder how long before you'd black out. I'd smother you. Maybe bury you alive. Daddy likes them when they're buried alive. How's an ugly fucker like you taste, by the way?

[letterbearer]

You would not wish to meet her keeper.

[She says this flatly, giving Delia another jerk until the girl snaps out of it.]

[worldofourown]

[ The grin doesn't leave his face. Such a filthy creature. ]

You can try it on me, if I get to try all that on you.

[ Mock-considering. ]

Bitter, I imagine. Cold, too.

[worldofourown]

Why?

Have they acne and crooked teeth? Bad table manners?