Having a Bad Day

"Having a Bad Day" is a [SEASON NUMBER] thread written on [IRL DATE].
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Stonegit’s door swung opened with a bang and Rhenco strode into the house. His face was still calm and near expressionless, but his shoulders were tight. He had been everywhere today. 
After getting thrown out of the house earlier Rhenco had cut his own throat so he could repair his damaged hand, and then went to find Dario again. It was useless though. The stag just couldn’t be found. Neither could the stag’s friend, that scout character. So he swung around to find Stonegit again, he looked for all of his kids and grand kids and the King himself but they, were, just, gone.
He knew he was getting frustrated, and it pissed him off. And getting pissed off made him even angrier. 
I’m not supposed to be like this! I’m supposed to be in control. Calm, cold, unnerving, I’m not supposed to show cracks. I kill and harm for pleasure not for passion! What is happening to me!?
He had to take a step back. He had to go back, and collect his thoughts. If he could do that, he could find anyone he wanted, he always did. The door closed behind him and he paced to a halt. Blunt was sitting at the dinning room table, two mugs and a bottle of wine between him. “One of the Central guards right?” The man inquired, and then breezily motioned with his hand. “Please do have a seat.”
Curiosity and intrigue nibbled at Rhenco’s senses and he carefully sat across from him. “Hello…” He breathed as he spread his hands flat on the table. 
“Yo…” Blunt said in turn. “So…you came here to assault my boyfriend…again…”
This man is also putting on a show…interesting… Rhenco leaned forward. “I think…I’ve seen you before. Your that Judge’s grandson…”
“Mhmm…” Blunt hummed, and then opened the bottle. “Wine?” he asked as he poured the drinks.
“Please…” Rhenco said with a touch of a smile, taking the mug. “How very…diplomatic of you…”
Blunt sniffed as he set the bottle down, taking a swig from his mug. “So let’s get to it then…I’m here to fuck you up Rhenco. You’re well overdue for payback over what you did.”
“Really now?” Rhenco said, and tipped the mug in his direction before taking a drink. “How? Maybe poisoning me? Killing me with the knife on the table…you think that’ll work?”
Blunt rested a chin in his hands. “Well here’s the thing. Your bothering a group of people who have a bad habit of being very clever and damn near unkillable. Meaning that some how…some way…we’re going to poke holes in whatever it is you got.”
Rhenco set his drink down. “Poke…holes…” He said.
Rhenco suddenly launched himself across the table, his sharp fingernails slamming into the front of Blunt’s throat.
The two collapsed onto the ground and Blunt gagged as he pressed the flat of his hand over the injury, already struggling to breath. Rhenco pulled himself to his feet, leering over him. “Now you listen to me…” he said, his voice dark and full of barely restrained malice. “You aren’t here to get revenge…you were here to slow me down. Your boyfriend and his company have disappeared and even you don’t know where they are. But here you are still, hoping to lead me in the wrong direction.”
He reached down and pulled Blunt up by his hair, looking him so close in the eye that his nose touched his. Using the blood from the injury, Rhenco traced a sigil into the side of Blunt’s neck, and snapped his fingers. The alchemist circle glowed as Blunt continued to gag and struggle to bring in air. “There, there now..I’ve given you a rune to prevent your injury from worsening…too bad it doesn’t do anything to heal you up. You’ll just have to keep sucking up air as if through a strand of straw…”
Rhenco slipped his knife out from under his coat. “Now…let’s take care of those wrists.” 
Blunt swung other hand up to push against Rhenco’s face, his eyes wide as he coughed and coked again, a bit of blood shooting out from between his clasped fingers. But the man pried it down, and pinned it to the floor. The tip of the knife touched on the under side of his arm, just below the elbow. “Well…I’ve had it today.” 
I am so angry! I can’t act like myself with all this happening! I don’t care about him! I can’t even enjoy this!
“I don’t feel like killing you…” Rhenco said, his voice now in a lower pitch than normal. “So I’ll let you gag around that hand of yours for however many days takes it takes for someone to find you…” The knife began to drag down Blunt’s arm and the man’s legs kicked to try and get away, but to no avail. “But first…I’m going to carve out those veins a few times…until I get bored…”
The blood began to trickle down Blunt’s arm and Rhenco felt himself smiling. He was starting to feel lighter, a pleasant buzz he wasn’t used to was filling his mind. 
Maybe I’ll enjoy this after all…
He watched the blood trail further down his arm, and then slowly curve up, and begin floating in the air. Rhenco tilted his head curiously as he watched it, his eyes lifting to Blunt’s face as the blood shifted from darker shades of red to lighter ones in a slow, methodical pattern. 
He’s…smiling…why is he smile…
“Whoa…” Rhenco breathed as Blunt’s eyes began to slowly turn around his face, like two egg yolks being swished around in a pan. The ceiling began to bend under it’s own weight, forming an M shape to the house while the blood droplets and eggs floated around Rhenco’s head.  
He heard music…a strange, eerie cord playing in the distance. Rhenco set his knife down and walked to the door, opening it to investigate. The moment the door was open, he felt himself get swept up into the sky. He gave a soft exclamation as he tumbled through the air, the sky switching from dark blue, to a blood orange, to a sharp neon green.
Hold on…can I…control colors with my hands…?
Rhenco had no idea where the thought had come from, but when he opened his hands it worked. Colors floated out of his palms like smoke while the moon slowly began to melt away as if ice left on a hot street. 
Oka-ay-nn-now-thaAt’s-really coool….
Even his thoughts felt fuzzy, and he didn’t even dare try to talk. 
Or maybe I could…? Maybe I could sing??
He opened his mouth, and heard the eerie music again.
Ooh…I must have been doing that…
He hit the ground. It was soft, but it was also a rock…but it rippled like water. Everything started to spin. And that’s when the wormhole showed up in front of him.
Rhenco staggered a few paces towards it, and then a super nova of light shot out of it and consumed his whole body.
Everything went black…
Category:BOTGD 2
Category:Act I
Category:Events
Category:Rhenco
Category:Blunt Donz