Accidentally on Purpose

[ωΘĿƒ]

Coyle sat in the waiting room, despite his immense need to see what was happening. Well, to be fair he already knew what was happening, but watching it happen was better than sitting here not watching it happen; and he did really love watching things happen...

So he wasn't exactly sure why he was sitting here. Maybe so he wouldn't look suspicious? Or maybe by going in there and goading the whole process on he would act exactly like he would act normally when this happened so it wouldn't be suspicious at all for hi to be in there.

But Crane and that doctor guy were smart. They would know that the only reason he was in here was because he knew what was going to happen beforehand so then he would look suspicious either way. But then again, he was bored and did wander aimlessly around, so chancing upon this place by accident while this was happening - however unlikely -would be the perfect excuse to his being here. And because it was such a terrible excuse everyone would have no reason but to think that it was an actual answer, and leave him alone because he could do better with an alibi if he ever wanted to make one up.

But they didn't know that! Ha!

Someone rolled a seizing griffin right through the waiting room, and Coyle watched and giggled as he zigged and zagged through the lobby and into the ER.

Okay yeah, he officially liked the infirmary the most out of any otehr place in the school...

Coyle stood up as Doctor Manner came up to him. He looked about as sour as always, but he had an added sourpuss look to him today. Probably because of what happened.

"He's dead," said the sour Phoenix. "I'm afraid you're attempts at covering up the murder by bringing him to a doctor have not gone unrewarded."

Coyle clapped his hands together happily, looking up at the depressing face of the doctor.

"Thanks, Doc. I knew I could count on you to kill him dead, even with a hospital wing full of resources!"

"Get out of my infirmary..." the sour Phoenix pinched the bridge of his nose like he was sad or something. Coyle nodded quickly, but didn't move.

"Look, Doc. I know this is probably the wrong time to say this... It was an accident and I'm really sorry-"

"You can have the body."

Coyle ran into the ER and grabbed the dad guy - shot through the head, go figure! - and slung him over his shoulder before marching happily out.

"Thanks a bunch, Doc!" Coyle smiled.

"I'm calling crane next time!" the doctor roared.

Hehe... Right. Like Crane cared. This guy was unicorn not human! Coyle turned the corner to exit the infirmary, and just as soon as he did, he smacked facefirst into someone.

He would have tossed the dead guy on them, until he noticed who it was.

"Ohey! I was just about to hunt you down!"

[Anzeh]

In truth, perhaps it would make sense for her not to be there.

Zuri wasn't a student. She stopped being a student last year when she graduated with the rest of her classmates. But she still slept in the dorms and ate in the dining halls like a student. She planned to live here until she had enough to buy her own place. In truth, she had had the money for a long time now. But this was a great life! No bills...

She was making her way past the infirmary when she was slammed into by someone or something... oh god she hoped it wasn't a dead body... or someone else.

She relaxed a little, seeing that it was Coyle holding a dead body... that was better right?

"Oh hey... it's you." The Nightmare stood up, having fallen from the collision.

[ωΘĿƒ]

Coyle looked down at Zuri with a smile, not bothering to offer her help up. He never got that helpping people up thing; especially not women. They could get up couldn't they? They had arms and legs, and they could use them too, unlike a fertaij cadaver he was holding.

Still smiling as she got up, he threw the dead guy off his shoulder, taking him by an arm and holding his spine straight with a firm grasp on his shoulder. Coyle spun around in front of Zuri, then around her, and around and around again, parading the corpse around like a prom date on a dance.

<b>"Guess what I got,"</b> he said, childishly, but it held a kind of purpose to ask.

He paused with his dance partner in mid stride, then peeked bsck inside the infirmary just to make sure. He'd need ti sneak back in there eventually... But that in time. Coyle continued to dance.

[Anzeh]

Zuri Makkuro

[/blockquote][/blockquote][/center][/font]

Zuri didn't feel too sore about Coyle not helping her up. She was, after all, a creature of all the horrors that could be thought up by men and mythics, so impoliteness was something she was familiar with and could deal with like nobody's business. She watched as he danced with the man, limp and quite obviously dead, in circles around her.

Although she couldn't stand the dead, she couldn't help but grin at the image of the shorter male dancing around her like some kind of ritual sacrifice. It wouldn't be the first time, but at the memory she shuddered. Zuri had no plans to set foot in South America until some time in 2017.

Bounties eventually ran out, right?

"Uh, well," She said, turning her head but not her body to keep track of him as her danced around her, leaving a blind spot avright behind her head. "It looks to me like you have a dead body."

She smiled slightly, watching him go around again. "He wouldn't happen to be your supper, would he?"

[/size]

[ωΘĿƒ]

Coyle pirouetted with the dead man,  chuckling at Zuri's immediate response.

"Yup! Dead guy! What an eye for the litteral you must have..."

He continued to spin around and around, not so much paying attention to her as much as he was trying to get the dead guy to dance straight. It must have been a funny sight: a small, cherubic  child wielding around the imposing figure of a man that must have been at least five years and several feet  more than he was. The dead guy was pretty imposing. He must have been a football player or something. It may have looked hard to do, but in all reality it was just awkward. The guy was like a bag of pudding. If only rigor would hurry up and set in so he didn't have to hold up all the limbs!

In a single twirl, Coyle seemed to remedy this situation. He released his hold on the man, taking him by the hand as he spun outward. Instead of flopping down like he should have, the man bent over just as Coyle did, stretching his arm out to clasp the beast's as he bowed in and then stood on his own.

The man just stood there, defying all laws of nature and gravity simply to... tap dance! Coyle smiled playfully as he watched the corpse do a little jingle in taps, then add in a few good swing moves before finaly flobbing down into his outstretched arms.

Coyle tossed the man over his shoulder, laughing hysterically. 

"Nope, he's not dinner either," the beast said, after he'd caught his breath. "But he'll be tasty soon enough!"

Coyle looked in through the infirnary doorway for the last time, eventually deciding it was worth the trip.

"C'mon. I'll show you."

He walked in through the doorway, dead guy on shoulder, looking for a place to do this. Ah! Perfect!

Coyle tossed the body on an examination table in one of the empty rooms, then began to rummage around for stuff inside any cabinet, drawer, or pullout shelf he could find. He was hummig to himself, the charming sound very odd in contrast to the harsh metal gratimg coming from each drawer he dug through.

"Oh wait wat, I can find it!" he growled, digging deeper into a particularly deep drawer.

[Anzeh]

Zuri Makkuro

[/blockquote][/blockquote][/center][/font]

Ah yes. She was the master of the literal, not giving any thought to the artistic implications of any one act. Everything she saw was just as she saw it and no differently… well, not unless someone pointed it out to her. But she watched Coyle as he danced right round with the dead man, not really watching but now thinking about what he had said. The dead man would be tasty soon enough… what did that mean?

But her attention was taken again as the deceased man seemed to once again move as though he had control of his limbs as he danced with Coyle as though he was his partner, swinging and moving like a puppet on strings. Zuri all but took a step back. She had problems with the dead—or rather, the dead had problems with her. It was such a confusing situation she had, precarious almost, a place of control held by her current lifestyle, and a place of anarchy held by her proper lifestyle.

The man fell into Coyle’s arms and he laughed as though the funniest joke had been said, or the most interesting thing had just happened by a man tap-dancing when he was quite obviously dead. Not to mention he appeared to be older and a great deal larger than the little one pulling the puppet strings. A slight shrug was all she did before she decided to follow Coyle into the infirmary to see what he was up to.

A horrible thing to do on her part really.

They came to a room where the demon set the man down and went rummaging through the drawers looking for something. Finally she looked towards the man and then the boy. “What are you trying to find?”

[/size]

[ωΘĿƒ]

Coyle smiled, a big, wide, happy smile. Found it! He held it up at the same time that he responded.

"Scalpel! Now we're talking!"

Still faintly humming to himself, he skipped over to the dead man - scalpel in hand - then tore off the shirt of the not-so-lucky creature. The skin underneath was already getting clammy. That was a bad sign. He wouldn't want anything getting tough and inedible! He also wouldn't want anything getting rigor mortised all over it - such a waste of good meat.

Coyle tried to cut his way into where it was he was searching for this very tasty organ, bit as it turned out people had bones.

Crap! He hated bones... Well, if we couldn't do it that way then...

He tossed the scalpel aside after a good amount of sawing at the ribcage, and instead, he clapped his hands together and began to rub them.

Sparks flew, although he wasn't rubbing quickly at all. The slow, rhythmic motion eventually produced a white light of hand-rubbing, which is where he parted his hands, the fingers once again curling into an odd, sharp edge.

Well, this one was different! The cutting edges were sharp, for one. They looked more like cutting instruments then any creepy claw-work. Still, what could he say? He loved the sharp finger gag. It worked so well for so many things.

As he pulled his hands apart, the white light seemed to string and droop like white hot slime, coating the inside of his sharp pointy claws and drizzling down on top of the unfortunate cadaver. A single wafting string landed on him, and there was a loud, sizzling hiss.

Ohhh. That was hot!

Ribcage and all, it was like butter now. Coyle made a huge, neat hole in the man's chest and then lifted out what he was looking for - the heart.


"Alright, this is going to sound crazy," the beast said, smiling, not caring one bit if in fact he did sound crazy, "but I need some chocolate."

Tossing the heart to one hand, Coyle snapped his fingers and ended up right about where he met little miss nightmare cat. Coyle tipped his head from there, staring at the wall that would probably have the backroom behind it, then he guestimated the amount of space he'd need to cross to within a few millimeters and hopped once more out of place, ending up right where he wanted to - the back room. The place where all the candy was.

"Do you have a big vat by any chance?" Coyle said, like he was asking a waitress if he could order the fish with an almond sauce instead of soy.

All in all, he seemed pretty uninterested in the answer. What he wanted was the end result of this little experiment.

[Anzeh]

Zuri Makkuro

[/blockquote][/blockquote][/center][/font]

Yay. She knew that she would be a part of this now, whether she wanted to or not. Well, she knew it would be interesting, calling upon what she knew of the small creature already, but sometimes she'd rather not know things that she did. This, she hoped, would not be one of them.

Some of the color drained from her face at the sight of the scapel. She had an idea that she would not like this. Not one little tiny bit. There were two Zuris--well this was a blatant lie since there was clearly only one nightmare in existance to begin with--but there were two states of being for her. The state of being in control, and the state of not being in control. The trigger between the two was simply whatever she happened to eat. Eating meat didn't trigger loss of control. The consumption of something raw or bloody did.

So she knew that by standing her she wan't in any immediate danger... so long as she didn't eat anything that came out of that dead man.

It was a strange thing to be wary of, but... you could never be too wary when it came to things such as this.

Coyle seemed to saw at the ribcage for a few moments before growing frustrated with that and tossing the scalpel away. It came very close to her but stuck into the wall with a quiet thunk a centimeter or two from her face. She pulled it out and put it back where Coyle had gotten it, forcing her to get closer to the short male playing amateur surgeon.

She could see that his fingers were growing long and sharp like when they fought, only these looked less like bear claws and more like surgical tools. When he finally pulled his hands apart, a string of white slime connected his hands and dripped down onto the dead patients, as the smell of sizzling flesh and melting bones came to her nose. It was a surprisingly savory odor.

He used the sugical tool fingers to cut open the man's chest and pulled out--

Was that a heart?

And what would he need with chocolate?

With a snap of his fingers they now stood in Tooth Sweet, closed for the day near the wall that separated the back room from the rest of the store. When he asked about a vat, she walked down the aisles until she found a black peweter cauldron that usually contained candy when Halloween came around.

"How about this?"

[/size]

[ωΘĿƒ]

The beast's luminous red eyes widened happily at the sight of the candy cauldron. It was perfect! Coyle swiped the cauldron and grabbed up all the chocolate eh could see - which was a lot. There were shelves and shelves of chocolate! Fleetingly, he wondered if anyone would care if he took some, then he came back to his senses and didn't care anymore.

Shoveling chocolate into the cauldron, he snapped his fingers to heat up the brew and with a spoon he saw sitting randomly on a shelf, he stirred the mixture until it was a creamy consistency.

...at which point he held the heart up in his hand, lightly roasted it between his still piping hot fingers, and dropped it into the chocolate.

Stirring a bit more, and with such quick, precise motions as to lead you to think he'd done this before, Coyle quickly worked everything into a sweet-smelling concoction. The smell was interesting - like a mixture of bacon and candy. It was sweet and salty and fattening to it's last - and it was almost finished!

It had taken about fifteen minutes in all, but when Coyle had done stirring the chocolate, he carefully threw a hand over the top of the silky chocolaty surface and pulled it up slowly. The heart came up with it, drizzling a sickly sweet trail. Coyle used his other hand - which now was freezing - to coat the candy dipped treat in frost.

The end result, very easily made, was a candy-coated heart. Coyle was still holding this oddly delicious sounding treat by that invisible cord that was gravity, and almost indifferently he plopped it into Zuri's hands.

"The Mayans had nothing on this... Sacrifice and chocolate. An old family recipe of mine..."

And when he said family, he meant he'd made it up on a whim one day and it was soooo worth it.

[Anzeh]

Zuri Makkuro

[/blockquote][/blockquote][/center][/font]

She watched him stir the chocolate concoction with a lightly confused air about her. It was simple enough to make a guess at what Coyle was doing, but that wouldn't be much fun. In fact she though it to be much more entertaining to just watch and see. The vat of chocolate turned creamy and filled the back room with its agonizingly delicious scent.

Then he lifted the heart and dropped it in.

The smell radically changed from that of melted chocolate to some carnivore's delight, bacon dipped in chocolate. Her eyes followed the stirring motion of the spoon as though hypnotised... or frightened.

When the heart came up, dripping with chocolate, it was delicious. She wanted one!

No! No she did not want one! No matter how delicious it was, she definitely did not want one, no.

However, it was dropped into her hands and she regarded it with a small sense of wonder. She'd never received something that so perfectly appealed to both parts of her, controlled and instinctual. Zuri gave him a smile, the first one she'd ever truly given him, since she had not been smiling the day she served him at this very sweets shop. "Thank you." She said, bringing the chocolate covered organ to her lips.

And she bit into it.

It tasted exactly like she thought it would, like bacon (or maybe sausage since it was a bit juicier than bacon) that was coated in sweet milk chocolate. She swallowed it. "This is really good..." she said, finishing it in another bite and a half, since what remained after the next bite wasn't enough to be a bite in its own right.

[/size]

[ωΘĿƒ]

"Yes well...," the beast smirked, oddly without any satisfaction in the matter "like I said. Family recipe."


There was a bit of awkward silence. Yup. Awkward. It was one of the few awkward moments that ever came Coyle's way. He usually made people uncomfortable, but he had never really felt this uncomfortable thing before. It confused him. He decided he didn't like it.

And because he didn't like it, he was going to get away from it.

"Bye now."

He teleported, leaving her alone in the candy store.

Why? Because he wanted to. He wasn't running away...