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[There's a mangled corpse of a certain Laughing Beauty lying in the hall, along with bits and pieces of her suit. She had gotten into a fight with a Slenderman, and he thought it would be interesting to leave the remains in a more heavily populated area of the Nexus.]

((OOC: Feel free to react, and maybe he'll stick around to laugh at your reactions... or maybe not idk, but he shouldn't be a bother to anyone. Unless you want him to be :T

LB/Slendy Fight WARNING THERE IS VIOLENCE AND DECAPITATION))

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[Owl squats over the body, looking it over.]

Hmm~

[And he takes out his scalpel and starts to cut off her legs from the knee down. Those would look good on Koharu. They would be a waste just laying there anyway.]

[Red hair. That was the first thing he registered about the man. Red hair and the presence of a....decapitated......corpse. Immediately, he recalled the words of the spectral woman still bleeding from her throat and what she had told him.]

[A burst of fire erupted right in Marionette Owl's face, hopefully enough of a shock that he'd get the hell away from the dead woman. A woman who looked uncomfortably familiar.]

I hope you won't take this personally, but I have little patience for serial killers.

[That burst of flame distracted him alright. The red head jumped back in shock, holding one of the detached legs in his arms.]

Sorry, buddy, but you have the wrong person. I didn't do this. I'm simply... recycling someone else's trash.

[He had Osan take out a mirror from inside her kimono and he looked over his face, noting the minimal damage. Owl kept his body on alert, smirking at the other man through the mirror.]

I'm not your friend, and I don't care if you're "recycling". Leave the dead in peace.

[Sick bastard. He used us powers to wrench the limb from his arms, minding to avoid disturbing the doll. A deranged murderer was dangerous enough. The smart ones, the ones who could really talk back; they were the ones you had to watch out for.]

That's a bunraku puppet, isn't it?

Heh.

[He shrugged, not caring, but his pupils thinned when the limb was taken away. Did the other man use wires? No. The Spectre would have sensed that. The nuisance just became that much more interesting.~]

Yes. Isn't she beautiful?

[Owl caressed Osan's face lovingly and then leaned lazily onto her.]

Well, what are you going to do with this body, then? Bury it?

[Dimitri grimaced and made a noise to match. All you could really see were his eyes, and they were filled with a morbid hatred.]

I suppose so. I don't like dolls all that much. They look human, but they aren't. At least, most aren't. Yours is probably made from, what? Six, seven women?

[He eyed the body and set a small flame going along her extremities.] As for the dearly departed, I take after Japan. Cremation is a very efficient way to get rid of a body.

[If Dimitri could see this man's red eyes, his were filled with curious hatred as well. Just who was this other man?~]

Well, I think she's beautiful. [He laid a small kiss to Osan's chin.] Yes~ I had to take parts from a few different 'puppets' to create these masterpieces. [The red head hooked an arm around Koharu's waist.]

[Marionette squinted his eyes at the flames, looking up to glare at him from behind his shades.] Efficient, maybe. But it's sad. There's something lovely about a cold lifeless body.~ [He smirked; he would have liked Octopus's legs but them being burned turned him off to that idea.]

And what of the women who donated their parts to your deranged artwork? Surely their screams of pain, the look of horror in their eyes, their pleas for mercy must give you the slightest pause. Or are you so removed from modern concepts of morality that such things mean little in your world?

[Much as the FBI, and much of life, had taught him, he preferred to confront psychopaths directly rather than tip-toe around the things they've done. Nothing ever got done with mollycoddling a murderer.]

A distinct reminder of how death is eternally present, yes. In that sense, a dead body can be a work of natural art, but using it to make dolls crosses me as being disrespectful to the dead. A dead human is only useful to creatures and plants that thrive on the dead.

Pause? - Nah. They're at their most beautiful, with fear and panic in their eyes... On second thought, I did pause to admire the wonderful scene after they breathed their last breath. Morality has no meaning to me.

[Did the man who murdered Laura have morals?...]

[Owl frowned - obviously this man didn't hold the same mindset on the subject that he did.] Heh. Call me a creature or plant then. [He watched the body continue to burn - it was useless to him now. He only reserved the best for his ladies. His concentration then went to Dimitri - did he have any nice bones that could be donated?~]

I figured as much. [Oh, how he LOATHED the intelligent, emotionless types. You couldn't reason with them at all most of the time.] I'm fairly certain that the term "sociopath" is highly applicable here, but it most likely won't do your mindset complete justice. We'd have to tag things like "homicidal maniac" along to in order to encompass the entirety of your actions.

[Not to say that Owl was without his reasons. Just about every murderer and serial killer Dimitri ever heard about had some deeply fucked up thing happen to them in the past. That kind of trauma was never easy to get over, especially if prolonged.]

So now you're a cannibal? [The body was just about gone.] Well, I'd say you've effectively removed yourself from redemption in most of the court systems I've come into contact with over the years. [And he was going into "predator mode" now, entirely sure that Owl would at least make attempt to make a doll from him.]

[Marionette shifted his body lazily onto Koharu, draping his body over her. Now that the body was gone, he was getting bored.]

I've been labeled both before.~ I've been called all sorts of names actually... What about you? What labels does society put on you? I doubt that mask is a fashion statement.

[Dimitri was keeping his interest, a little. He did want to know more about what made him tick.]

A cannibal? Never. Women are friends, not food.~

The courts are laughable. Heh heh heh. [He wasn't on the FBI's most wanted for nothing. They never caught him anyway.] They're pathetic.

[Owl was still thinking about it but he liked to kill his prey silently and the man had seen him already. He might just add Dimitri to his mental 'kill later' list.]

"Murderer", "freak", "monster", "fraud", "psychopath"... [Amongst other things he wasn't sure translated well from Russian.] I don't agree with some of them, but they tend to be accurate.

Women are one half of the human species. Nothing more.

So you're one of those killers they never caught... [That was certainly unsurprising.] That's why the FBI hired me back in my world. I'm very good at finding people like you.

All that's left to ask is what you plan to do now. Killing you would only be a temporary setback [And a great way of letting Owl know where he stood on Dimitri's list of "People I Hate".] and I'm not in the mood to cripple you somehow.

So many labels... Seems we have a lot in common, friend.~

The better half, don't you think?

Guilty as charged. They never even got close. [He narrowed his eyes behind his sunglasses, them becoming a deeper shade of red as he was filled with more loathing.] Too bad we didn't meet in the real world. I would have had a great~ time taking you apart.

My plans? Heh. Depends what you're about to do, with excuses like that. [Owl was planning to leave if they were just going to be talking for the next couple of minutes. He had other places to be.]

Not in the slightest. I don't take any joy from hurting others.

[No comment on the better half. Just a grumble.]

I almost wish death was a permanent thing here. I'd kill you right now. Since I can only go by the word of one ghost, I am going to give you a warning. [Several fires sprung up all over Owl's clothes and his sunglasses removed themselves from his face, snapping in mid-air.]

If I ever find out you killed someone again, I will find you and punish you accordingly. This warning also extends to your disgusting dolls.

Heh. You're wrong. I think you're just afraid to admit it. - Pity. It's one of the best forms of entertainment out there.

[Owl eyes went wide and he attempted to bat the flames. Since that wasn't working, he jumped onto the floor and rolled around, effectively getting all the flames to go away. He glared at Dimitri, his crimson eyes burning from not having his sunglasses protecting him from the bight lights of the hallway anymore.]

[He stood up shakily and pointed his pointer finger towards him.] I'll be waiting then, bitch. Just don't be surprised if I steal your bones first!

[The red head moved his dolls to the front of him, trying to quickly compose himself.]

[Damn it.]

You are welcome to try. [And he was possibly going to change the markings on his door and find a way to make it lockable.] I am not easy to kill in most normal circumstances. And when I'm angered or feel threatened, I can turn into something of a monster.

Good day, Marionette Owl. I hope we never meet again.

[Satisfied that he had made his point clear, Dimitri floated up and off. He had better things to do.]

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