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[There's a strangled, muffled scream when the audio clicks on, which is abruptly cut off by a wet sounding thump. Erik's cheery when he finally talks. NOTHING WRONG HERE, EVERYTHING IS BEAUTIFUL AND NOTHING HURTS except for the poor bastard he's repoing.]

They get so loud sometimes, don't they. Sorry about that, I know how delicate some of you new folks can be. [He laughs, and it's not. particularly. pleasant. He starts whistling to himself, and other sounds fill the audio for a few seconds; very unpleasant, scalpels-meeting-skin sounds.]

The faire has been a nightmare in traffic. Some of us have kids to pick up from school, you know. Can't wait for that opera though, hm? Blind Mag's last show, it's bound to be a real smash. Did anyone get tickets?

[That was the sound of bones breaking; he's still whistling, still sounds like this is the most normal thing in the world.] There you are, you little fucker-- Spine replacements are always tricky. So many bones and nerves relying on one flexible bit of skeleton, mm? Terrible thing to lose one. [Erik laughs again, and this one's outright eery.] But that's debt for you. Every society needs its rules. [Another scream tears over the airwaves, but it's cut short with a few wet gurgles.] Shame.

Magda, sweetheart, if you're listening: do we need milk?

((OOC: Since it's all voice I can't add this in but Erik had some aesthetic/useful enhancements to his teeth. Because he's a shaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaark, duh.))

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[But Raistlin's name was on Erik's list, and he was very patient with his tracking. He'd been waiting for hours for Raistlin to come out, and when he did - he was alone. Erik smiled to himself, sliding his tongue along the points of his teeth. He wasn't even trying to protect himself, the fool.

Erik slid his helmet under his arm and followed Raistlin to the restaurant, intercepting him before he could disappear inside with a gloved hand on his shoulder.]

Raistlin Majere. We've business to discuss.

[His stomach dropped. If he'd had his full powers, he wouldn't be afraid. He'd be able to incinerate this man on the spot, but while he had his abilities limited, he wasn't sure how much he could do. Raistlin turned to face his attacker. He recognized the man, of course, but assumed he must have been absorbed by this world. There was no other explanation for his actions now.

Raistlin began speaking in a strange tongue and moving his hands, and, quickly casting his spell sent small darts of fire out of his fingertips toward Erik. It wasn't as much as he could have done at full power, it probably wasn't even enough to start a decent fire on the man's clothes, but it was enough that if it made contact, it should sting a bit and possibly let Raistlin pull himself free.]

What - fuck! [Erik released Raistlin as he waved at the little darts, trying to ward them off before they reached his face. No - ow - that stung and if it left a mark so help him God, he'd make this one suffer. His teeth flashed when his mouth opened in surprise, unnaturally sharp, a shark's mouth in a human face.

But they weren't visible for long, because once he'd smeared soot across his cheek, Erik pulled his helmet down over his head - and laughed.] Are you going to run now? [He cried after Raistlin.] Go! Go! Run!

[Raistlin didn't remember Erik having teeth like that before, but he didn't have the time to worry about that now. He hurried back, putting a couple yards between him and his attacker. However, he would not run, he decided, that decision firming into more complete resolve when the man told him to run, and he turned, facing him again.]

I will not run. I will fight.

[A bold statement for someone who had been coughing up blood before, and likely would do so again if the mask was removed or if he simply overexerted himself. And Raistlin began speaking in his strange sibilant tongue again, this time reaching into a pouch and pulling out rose petals he'd taken with him when he'd left the Barge and throwing them at Erik's eyes. At full power, this would have knocked him out, but now it would only make him feel tired. Not enough to stop him, but possibly enough to slow him down enough so that Raistlin could get a few attacks in.]

You're being awfully selfish, [he chided, and laughed when he realized what those rose petals were. He jerked his head to the side when they were thrown, instinctive, but the sudden drowsiness was still unexpected. Erik shook himself, blinked hard, and flashed that shark grin.]

That's cheating, you know. What other upgrades haven't you registered? Dying of infection from a black market surgery yet? Come on, put away the toys and be a real man. [He laughs at his own joke.] At least try throwing a punch.

I am not a barbarian. I do not equate my status as a man with my ability to throw a punch.

[And with that, he began chanting again. If Erik didn't start doing something to stop him, Raistlin would throw more fiery darts. He wished he could do more, but he knew his more powerful spells would be bound completely.]

[Erik was done letting Raistlin have his free shots. He let out a shout and threw himself forward, closing the distance between them and tackling Raistlin. As he went, he pulled a knife from his hip, bringing it up as they went down. Whether he meant to put it through the man's skull or to cut out his eyes, it was hard to say.]

[Seeing the knife coming at him, Raistlin tried to dodge out of the way, but he wasn't fast enough, and soon the knife sank, thanks to his movement, not into his head, but into his shoulder. Raistlin screamed for a second, before his voice dissolved into a series of coughs despite the mask that filtered the air.]

[Which gave Erik the opportunity to close the distance between them. He wrapped his hand around the hilt and twisted it in Raistlin's shoulder, pushing it deeper and forcing the golden-skinned man to his knees.]

Your heart doesn't need to beat to extract your eyes, you know.

[A few more coughs, and a wheeze, and a blinding feeling of burning pain practically stopped Raistlin's struggling as he collapsed to his knees. He grimaced.]

Yes. I know. If you're going to kill me, get it over with already.

[At least he could be fairly certain that he'd then respawn on the Barge.

[Erik twisted the knife again, another quarter turn, and he bent down so Raistlin wouldn't see the pointed flash of his smile, the pointed teeth and wicked rows.]

My pleasure, friend. You've been downright dull.

[He yanked the knife out of Raistlin's shoulder, then, and in one smooth movement, dragged it across the man's throat.]

[A gurgling sound could be heard, and for a second Raistlin wished he hadn't asked for it to end, feeling a sudden and inexplicable instinctual surge of terror when he tried to scream and only blood came out of his mouth and throat. He collapsed on the ground, golden hourglass eyes wide as his mouth twisted into an expression of horror and pain and his body struggled to function for a few moments more before he grew still.]

[Erik grinned as that flash of fear passe over Raistlin, shaking his head. It was a natural human instinct, one he was more than familiar with, but people always tried to play it brave. By now, Erik just found it funny. They never just accepted that they were going to scream, and wet themselves, and beg. He loved the brave ones.]

Ahh, music to my ears. [He mimed the gurgling, and didn't bother to wait for Raistlin to go still before he turned his knife on those hourglass eyes. Job well done, in his book.]

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