Nigredo, by all means, is the perfect child on the outside. He generally does as he's told (within reason-- there's sass if he's feeling particularly up to it), quiet, unassuming. A gentle nature that, when one looks closer, finds there's a hardness to him; in the set of his shoulders in off moments. Eyes that are far too old for an 8th grader when lost in his thoughts. A sharpness to him that screams there is more than meets the eye. Perhaps even secretive. He doesn't try to make Rose's life difficult. It isn't as if either of them exactly chose this.
Neither of them are suited for this, he assumes she struggles as much as he does trying to... figure out what it is he's supposed to be doing in all of this. Hell, in a way, Nigredo would say he's almost fond of Rose, even for the short time they've had to put up with each other. There's an air about her...
And if said salesman had been just that, Nigredo would have been content to eventually roll his eyes at the whole ordeal (there's nothing actually wrong with their vacuum). If said salesman had remained a salesman and not an absolute idiot, Nigredo would have chalked it up to whatever they put in the water around here or something. Charlie didn't remain a salesman. And the way Rose moved--
He's quick. Uses Rose's attempt to get Charlie's attention to his advantage in order to dip behind, make as if he's trying to get away.
That's the thing about combat training when you're young. Charlie is a threat. Nigredo doesn't tolerate threats. Unfortunately for Charlie, it's easy to get him behind the knees, disarm him (but keep the knife), and a clean, deep cut right to the inner thigh bleeds him out fast, with Nigredo kicking the once-salesman over to the side. If either Rose or Charlie seem surprised, he doesn't seem to notice.
"Femoral arterial bleed. Shock starts in seconds," is all Nigredo says about it, calm, even, watching the salesman bleed out, green eyes unwavering at the mess getting all over his shoes. He's right, of course-- the salesman starts to shake uncontrollably, to sweat, breathe in a panicked gulps. "It'll take a few minutes, though I suppose we could claim self-defense."
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Neither of them are suited for this, he assumes she struggles as much as he does trying to... figure out what it is he's supposed to be doing in all of this. Hell, in a way, Nigredo would say he's almost fond of Rose, even for the short time they've had to put up with each other. There's an air about her...
And if said salesman had been just that, Nigredo would have been content to eventually roll his eyes at the whole ordeal (there's nothing actually wrong with their vacuum). If said salesman had remained a salesman and not an absolute idiot, Nigredo would have chalked it up to whatever they put in the water around here or something. Charlie didn't remain a salesman. And the way Rose moved--
He's quick. Uses Rose's attempt to get Charlie's attention to his advantage in order to dip behind, make as if he's trying to get away.
That's the thing about combat training when you're young. Charlie is a threat. Nigredo doesn't tolerate threats. Unfortunately for Charlie, it's easy to get him behind the knees, disarm him (but keep the knife), and a clean, deep cut right to the inner thigh bleeds him out fast, with Nigredo kicking the once-salesman over to the side. If either Rose or Charlie seem surprised, he doesn't seem to notice.
"Femoral arterial bleed. Shock starts in seconds," is all Nigredo says about it, calm, even, watching the salesman bleed out, green eyes unwavering at the mess getting all over his shoes. He's right, of course-- the salesman starts to shake uncontrollably, to sweat, breathe in a panicked gulps. "It'll take a few minutes, though I suppose we could claim self-defense."