There's a reckonin' a comin'.

[cyclopticsadist]

Who: Niles, L, Azura, Henry, Myr, Connor,
When: Backdated to the 7th, through the rest of the month.
Where: A seedy motel, then an abandoned warehouse in the refugee district.
What: Sometimes people cut off their rival's fingers as self care. Don't judge.
Warnings: Niles cuts off all of L's fingers, it's gonna get nasty.



Mello vanishing was both a boon and a tragedy for Niles' plans. Getting a live grenade out of the picture made things much simpler, but it meant he had no secondary player to keep Myr's attention. The longer that Mello was gone, the more attention would be focused on him, no matter how much he sweet talked L's lackeys. This full moon was his best chance at success, and L was ever so helpfully acting out his self destructive schedule early. The night of the full moon was the perfect time to pounce, and the moment he saw L going for the bottle he gathered his supplies.

Time to get to work.

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[cyclopticsadist]

[When Niles cast aside the ring gag he knew he would be paying for it. But he didn't have the time to be careful anymore. He could take an icicle through the palm, or lose a finger or two to frostbite. Those were acceptable losses, fair even. With that in mind he uses his ring finger rather than index or middle to cut through the meat of L's tongue, and again it's a simple, small, coincidental choice that saves his life. The index finger would have had a more direct line up his arm, would have sent the lightning coursing farther and stronger up his body, but the nerves in the fourth finger branch more before connecting back to the spine, dispersing the energy enough that when the sizzle and thud of his body hitting the floor are quickly followed by the sounds of him scrambling to get up.

The fur on his forearm caught fire, and rolling to extinguish it is his first move, but when he gets to his feet he begins to realize the extent of the damage. Even after escaping from L's clamped jaws and breaking the flow of lightning, his arm is singing with crackling, spasming pain. He tries to move his arm and instead of obeying his wishes the limb curls against his chest in an unnatural, tight, contorted pose. He can't use it, and any attempts to do so simply aggravate the burns on his skin and the tension in his muscles.

But there's no time to address it. There's no time to stop, or to spit insults or curses. The alarm rang, which meant he only had a few minutes to escape before Myr or perhaps Connor, or someone sent by the two of them, would show up and he did not intend to be here when they arrived. He snatches the box of fingers on his way to the gaping hole in the floor where a staircase should be. It was a two story jump. If he'd had use of both his arms it would have been easy, but with one carrying his precious cargo, and the other a useless twisted mess, he just has to fall and roll and weather the consequences.

To his surprise there are none. He springs up after hitting the ground without losing a step. He'll have time later to pick apart whether that was due to adrenaline or some shock absorbing power of his goat legs, but for now he doesn't bother questioning it, instead ducking under some collapsed debris, dropping down one more level into the basement, and heading out a shipping exit one block over.]

[hearthebell]

[Luck and fortune have graced Niles, all things considered. As vicious and inventive as L can be, those are powerful forces, and when they favor someone, truly? No amount of wit can outmatch them. It's the same fickle brand of fate that let a god of death fall in altruistic love with the woman who loved Light Yagami; it's a reminder that L is just a man, in the end, and can only control so many things, especially when his hands are literally tied.

Well. What's left of them, anyway. He falls back, spent and winded, gasping past the blood drowning his mouth and throat as Niles reels away, smoldering and seizing. It's by this point that he truly has tried everything; every spare drop of blood and magic has gone toward the purpose of killing Niles, and the chimera fucking lives. His vision blurs and dims as the beast rises, then vanishes through a hold in the darkness.]