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[[Action 1 | Somewhere in Mayfield | backdated to August 17th]]


[They didn't drink that milk. Neither him nor his so-called 'father' did. Not yesterday, not today. And look where it got them; yesterday Kiritsugu had been droned, and this time.. it was Belphegor.]


[Now he walks down the street, a sweet smile on his face. A smile that is so out of place on this teenager's face that those who knew him would freak out about it. But as he has just arrived, and hasn't seen anyone familiar, no one is really aware of that.]


[What might put people off however.. is the knives. There is knives in his hands, kitchen knives, and they're looking sharp. The knives are bloody, and the red liquid is dripping from his equally bloody hands. There is also red stains on his clothes and face, but he doesn't seem to care.]


[Now he spots you, and comes over, not a hint of evilness across his features. Not that you can see his eyes, they are, just as they have always been, covered by a thick blonde fringe.]


Hello, nice weather today, isn't it?


[He sounds as if the weather is the most important and pleasant topic that has ever crossed his lips.]





[[Action 2 | Somewhere in Mayfield | August 19th]]


[Bel ended up drinking that milk. After being droned and having gone sort of nice --yes, that is indeed the thing that bothers Bel. The nice tone he had used while speaking. Not the spilling of blood, becausee he had never had a problem with spilling others. That was just a fun memory. The bloody part.]


[He had just wanted to try drinking it once, for fun. And yes, he had heard about what kind of things the milk could contain. Still, for fun.]


[Today, Bel is feeling rather moody. After drinking the milk, he got really really sad for some reason. And started thinking of Jill. He doesn't know why, because he hated the bastard, and it's been several years since he killed him now. But he just couldn't stop being so utterly sad about the loss of his own twin brother, killed by his own hands no less. Or knives.]


[Then, he found himself getting really happy, even though there was no blood involved, no puffy cheeks of Mammon's, no missions to kill people and he hadn't seen anyone making an extreme fool out of themselves. He hadn't even teased anyone! That was just... plain odd.]


[So, while in this happy mood, he set out to ~spread some happiness~ in Mayfield. Because see, the milk wasn't bad at all, right~? It was all in people's heads, right~?]


[It was only that once he was a few blocks away, his mood changed again. This time, a depression hit, that soon turned into rage, where he just wanted to kill anyone, but he was unlucky (in his opinion) because there was no one near at the time. And then he fell back to depression.]


[This is where you'll find him, depressed and moping, cursing his own life and fate, sitting and being gloomy and dark in the middle of the street, sure to be spotted by anyone who walks past.]



[[ooc: he has gotten the hormone free milk~]