"Ze likely will. This sort of art's likely to interest zem, too, so we might have help beyond a ride."

"My ambition seems to be running away with me," Slimebones says.  "Perhaps you should contact zem; I don't think ze likes me very much."  He sounds completely unbothered by it.

"Tyrant's a bit odd about showing affection legibly; ze likes you plenty."

...huh.

"Well, I'm quite gratified."

Small smile, and - "I think we should start with this point. It'll be a challenge, it's fairly public, but a body here should make the news quickly."

"I'm amenable.  Shall I dial Tyrannissa, then?"

"That would be quite lovely."

He dials Tyrannissa's burner phone.

Ze seems distracted, but is amenable to coming to act as transport (which ze can apparently do even with zir head buried in a book on art nouveau).

"Any interesting targets in mind, or do you just want to wait for nightfall and pick a house?"

"Hm. I haven't seen anyone that jumps out at me, unfortunately... So I suppose pick a house it is."

"How about something nearby?  This looks promising..."

Soon enough, nightfall arrives.

Their target isn't anyone exceptional - but their bed is perfectly placed for the ritual. There's multiple people in the house - roommates, apparently - but Decima's inclined to only kill the one in that particular room. For the challenge, mostly. Killing an entire household is thoroughly possible; killing someone without alerting their house-mates is quite a bit harder.

"Well, no promises if things start going south."

"Of course. I was just thinking for goals."

He nods.  "I'll let you have the first one, since you have the knives."

"Oh, thank you, that's quite sweet." She turns to survey the house, then, once it seems their target has retired to bed, slinks up to the space under the window. She could pick the locks and go in through the door, but that's always so boring, and climbing up the outside to shimmy open a window is far more entertaining.

Their target's awake when she arrives, but facing away, which means Decima can ever so gently slide the window up, let Moira in to find the man's daemon - a calico cat, sleeping under the bed - and pad over behind him.

She'd prefer to paralyze him. Let him fear for a long, long time as she paints the room in his blood. But that's just about one of her signatures at this point, and this is a long game she's playing. She can play with later prey.

(It'd be best if she could kill him without a mark, but, well, a knife across his throat suffices just as well. He gurgles a bit and collapses, and his daemon startles then fades.)

Decima exits the same way she came in, easing the window closed behind her, and climbing easily to the ground.

He pantomimes applause.

Once they've retreated a bit to meet up with Tyrant: "Going so quickly is a bit boring, but I figure we can escalate with each one. Build the tension, some."

"Indeed.  Do we have a second target for the night?"

"I wouldn't deny you a chance at some fun. Opposite side of the design, perhaps - do we want to move a body this time, or leave it in place?"

"I think you get more than I do out of challenging yourself, to be honest.  If it were me, I'd make it as easy as possible.  Teleport in, quick knife to the neck, teleport out.  Assuming I'm not overstretching your daemon's abilities, in this hypothetical," he adds to Tyrannissa.

"We don't teleport as fast as Decima likes to go, but it's not very tiring, no."

"Well then.  If it's my turn," he says, producing a switchblade, "I suggest we be expedient."

Tyrannissa nods, then moves all three of them across town and to a vantage point overlooking their next target. "Where do you want to appear?" ze asks, glancing at what can be seen in the window. "My teleport is slow, so they might see us before you can act, if we are in their sight."