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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 6, 2021 15:46:07 GMT -5
Kelsier was an idealist. Kelsier was insane and he smiled when he shouldn’t have and he believed that he could do the impossible. Kelsier meant what he said when he told Nico he could survive, that he could do more than survive. That he could live. And he would hold Nico if that was what the demigod wanted. He would tell him he believed in him as many times as he needed to hear it. The thing about House time was...they may not have met that long ago, but they’d been through hell together, and Kelsier knew better than most how that drew people together. More than time was trust. More than the number of meetings was what had happened in those meetings. He didn’t promise to tell Nico if his legs started to hurt. He knew Nico didn’t like broken promises. He didn’t want Nico to have nightmares, either. But even that was preferable to no sleep at all, wasn’t it? At least then he would get a little rest...even if it wasn’t great quality. Still, Kelsier hoped that he wouldn’t have any nightmares at all. Nico deserved to sleep with no nightmares, he deserved to be able to just rest for a while, for as long as he wanted. If the House blinked Kel back now….no. He refused. He just wouldn’t go. The House would try to blink him back and he wouldn’t go because that was how determined he was to protect Nico, the boy who may not have needed him but wanted him, which was even better. “There you go.” He whispered, making sure his voice was soft enough not to wake the kid. Could he chase away nightmares with his voice alone? If he could, he would. “You’re safe and nothing is going to hurt you.” He told him softly. If he could make this better in any way, there was nothing that would keep him from doing it. “I’m here, and I have a habit of killing things I don’t like, and I really don’t like monsters. So there’s nothing to worry about. Just rest.” |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 6, 2021 16:11:37 GMT -5
Izaya | Hallway | all the newbies Izaya was technically paying attention to the others, but he was also more interested in the hall, at the moment. The instant the door was open, he slipped inside, past the others. And stopped. Because it was not what he had expected. Not that he’d had many expectations to begin with, but this...this was still not what he’d seen coming. Excitement filled him, and he turned, walking backwards to face the others. None of them had a clue what was happening, that much was clear. They couldn’t have been more disappointingly obvious about it. He shook his head, turning back to face the hall again, the countless doors stretching as far as he could see. The question was...who would dare open a door first? He would prefer someone else do it, in case of instant death, but if no one else did it soon his excitement was going to win out over his sense of self preservation. He turned full circle, facing the others again, brown eyes bright. “Welcome,” he said, as though he owned the place. “Pick a door, any door.” |
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Post by strider on Feb 6, 2021 18:54:45 GMT -5
“Well…” Orpheus hesitated for a long moment, not really following L’s logic. “The living room is generally safe,” he informed L, not knowing if that would change his mind at all. “Nobody that I’ve known has ever gotten hurt there, except if there was a fight that broke out.” He didn’t actually know if any fights had ever happened in the living room, but… he wouldn’t be surprised. The living room was the safest part of the House, except perhaps the Lodge. Even if the Lodge had potentially poisoned cookies. Orpheus hadn’t died, so they probably weren’t poisoned. Did that change older L’s calculation for how likely they were to be poisoned? “You’re right, though,” he added after a moment, “the House can choose where it blinks you in.” Still… the idea of going into a room now seemed dangerous. Did L know how to fight yet? Well… Orpheus didn’t even know if the L he knew was good in a fight. He’d never seen him need to fight. Still… if L was determined to see a room, the least Orpheus could do was make sure he didn’t do it alone. “If you want to pick a door, I’ll go in with you. And if it’s a bad room… just try to listen to me, and I’ll try to get us out, alright?” That was his responsibility here. Make sure L got out alright, no matter what. People in his world needed him, the L Orpheus knew might not exist anymore if Orpheus let this L get hurt too badly. He swallowed. No pressure. |
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Feb 6, 2021 19:55:18 GMT -5
Living room | Everyone 'You are'... How many others in the three planes would agree with statement? Not seeming bothered by Percival's curtness, the grey haired stranger rubbed the back of his head with a good natured laugh. "Ah, I apologise then." He said. "I'd seen how confused you all appeared, and hoped I may be able to help someho-" Aaand off the other man went, forcing him to abruptly cut himself off. Hmm, seems this one's patience is shorter then his words. Before he could move to follow towards the door, another member of the group caught the Stranger's attention, looking like he was about to say something before the previous man almost barreled him over. "I'm afraid not." The Stranger replied to Xander, his smile actually faltering a bit from not having an helpful answer. Shaking his head, "I am just as in the dark the rest of you." As the last one to flock towards the door, he held back and cast his gaze back towards the living room, unusually intense blue eyes trying their hardest to spot anything out of the ordinary. Nothing. Nothing, but a strange lack of traces from the two other planes.There was nothing more to be done here, so he continued on, his features returning their previous state. Taking up a spot next to the doorframe, he leaned in and peeked his head through the doorway like a curious cat, a few more trails of his feathery hair spilling forward over his shoulders. "It does look rather... unearthly, out here, doesn't it?" Poor attempt at humor aside, his words were also serious. A polar opposite to the living room, this area was in no way 'normal'. Both ends stretched on into infinity, a feat he'd not seen attained by any other building before. Not anywhere on Earth anyway. Izaya was the next thing to grab the Stranger's focus, causing him to tilt his head sideways. "Oh? Are you stepping up to play host?" He questioned innocently, "In that case how about..." He placed a hand on his chin, mulling his decision over for a brief moment. "That one there?" He gestured to the door the other blinker was closest too. "And it's only natural the host takes the lead, no? Plus you are the only one of us armed with a weapon, so why don't you do the honors?" Despite completely missing the goings on between Izaya and the rest of the group thanks to his nap, and coming across as if completely oblivious to this man's nature, that wasn't quite so. |
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Post by strider on Feb 6, 2021 20:11:09 GMT -5
Nico slept better than he had in a very long time. Better than he had since before Tartarus at least. Better than he had… well… maybe not since before he found out he was a demigod, but close. His breathing was steady and even, and he pressed a little bit closer to Kelsier as he slept. It was obvious from the way he curled in close that he was used to sleeping in cramped places, used to finding somewhere safe to hide and just curling up there. Kelsier’s words, though he wasn’t awake enough to really hear them, calmed him, lulling him further into sleep. It was safe. He was safe. The House allowed him some peaceful sleep – about two hours after he had fallen asleep, however, it apparently grew bored. Zuko Zuko appeared, eyes narrowed, hands flaming. “Don’t forget that I’m the crown prince of the Fire Nation!” he yelled, the flames growing by his side. “You have to-” he broke off as he noticed the living room. Ah. Here again. Which meant he was probably going to lose his train of thought as soon as he blinked back, and look like a fool in front of the men who were supposed to listen to him. Sometimes it felt like they didn’t take him seriously. He didn’t often pull rank – mostly because his rank had been rescinded – but they had to listen to him when he told them where to go. Otherwise he’d never find the Avatar. He yelled in frustration, punching the air and letting fire spread as far out as it wanted to. Who cared if the whole damn place burned down, it was annoying! Besides. The spirits could rebuild. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 6, 2021 20:25:41 GMT -5
Kelsier wouldn’t have moved. He hadn’t moved in the two hours, in spite of not falling asleep himself. He wasn’t tired, and even if he had been, he had as good as promised Nico safety. He couldn’t protect him if he fell asleep, could he? He didn’t move at all, not even when the House apparently decided this had gone on long enough. When the boy blinked in, Kelsier’s eyes narrowed to slits, and he had eased the dagger into his hand before he could even think. The words only made his annoyance grow into a burning fury, and he knew, he knew that nobility were not the same here, but he could hear the arrogance dripping from Zuko’s voice, and Nico was finally sleeping, and he wanted to just destroy the House right then and there, forgetting that that would mean he couldn’t protect Nico. “Shut. Up. Right now.” He hissed, his voice as quiet as he could make it whole still ensuring it would carry. He angled the dagger as though he planned to throw it, and he took aim. “Don’t say another word. Turn around and go into the hallway.” The flames didn’t scare him. They surprised him a little, but he ignored them, he’d seen enough unusual things by now to not be so easily phased. |
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Post by strider on Feb 6, 2021 20:35:28 GMT -5
Zuko heard the words and turned immediately towards where it had come from. The man on the couch was holding a dagger, which didn’t scare Zuko as much as it probably should have. He was fast, he was good at fighting, and if he needed to, he was pretty confident he could disarm the man if it came to a fight. He might not have been a great firebender, but there were plenty of other things he was good at. “Why would I do that?” he asked, eyes burning. Had he been just a bit older he might have noticed Nico sleeping and dropped his tone, might’ve made one sarcastic comment before heeding Kelsier’s demand and going into the hallway. But he was young, still, young and angry at the world, and he was tired of being told what to do. He was terrified of people seeing the scar and thinking him incapable, tired of being underestimated… there were a thousand reasons he didn’t turn around and walk the other way, but none of them were particularly good. “What makes you think you get to tell me what to do?” He demanded, his voice growing in volume. He was aware of the boy in the man’s lap, but he hadn’t seemed to process that a good portion of Kelsier’s hostility was because the kid was sleeping. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 6, 2021 20:49:41 GMT -5
Kelsier glared, anger burning bright in his hazel eyes. If he’d thought he could get up without waking Nico, he would have done it, if only to get between him and Zuko. He was a few seconds away from doing that as it was, if only because the fire, thought it didn’t scare him, was dangerous. It hadn’t caught somehow, thankfully, but still. “Because I asked you nicely.” He answered in a fierce whisper, clinging to the fact that Nico was still somehow asleep. He should have known how Zuko felt. They weren’t all that different, really. Kelsier was angry too, and when he’d been younger he’d felt the same, tired of not being listened to, angry at the world. He didn’t judge the boy by the scar. If anything, it was close to making him respect him a little more. Close. He should have just explained the situation. He should have just asked. But he was Kelsier, and that’s not what he did. “Because I have really good aim and you don’t want to make me angry.” He hissed, raising the dagger. “Out. Now.” |
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Post by strider on Feb 6, 2021 21:03:45 GMT -5
“Threatening is the exact opposite of asking nicely!” Zuko hissed, the flames forming in his hands again. He heard Iroh’s voice in his head, saying he needed to learn to control his temper. He shoved it to the side. He didn’t care if he got mad now, because Kelsier was making him mad. At least he had lowered his tone, part of him registering that the boy was asleep. The issue with getting angry so easily was that he fueled his bending on anger. Iroh had told him not to do that, either, but… it was the only way he could even come close to Azula’s skill. It had the unfortunate side effect of making the fire harder to control. Leaving the room felt like a good idea, but he was tired of being ordered around. Leaving would be giving in to what Kelsier wanted, and that was the last thing Zuko was willing to do. “Make me,” he said, trying to stand firm. The dagger looked wicked sharp, but Zuko had the advantage of having armor, and being quick and (for the most part) light on his feet. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 6, 2021 21:20:07 GMT -5
Kelsier narrowed his eyes at the flames, the muscles around his mouth and eyes tightening. Arrogant nobleman. Didn’t he even see Nico asleep? Somewhere deep inside, Kelsier recognized that the stranger had no way of knowing how important it was that Nico rest, but that part was being drowned out by anger. The thing was, he acted on anger plenty in his own world. It served him well, that burning feeling in his chest, that fury that consumed him and made him feel invincible. He considered Zuko silently for a long moment, dark anger burning behind hazel eyes. He could just throw the dagger. He wanted to, he did. “Don’t underestimate me.” He warned softly, barely registering that Zuko too had lowered his voice. “You don’t know who I am. I’m warning you, if you don’t turn around and walk away right now…” he left it open ended. He would do what he had to do to protect Nico. |
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Post by strider on Feb 6, 2021 21:40:00 GMT -5
Now it was a matter of pride. Now Zuko couldn’t just back down, because Kelsier was threatening, and Zuko wanted to make it very clear that threatening wasn’t going to work. He couldn’t be scared into submission. He may have lost his honor, but he wasn’t going to lose his dignity by turning tail and going into the hallway. “You clearly don’t know who I am, either,” Zuko hissed back, eyes narrowing further. He wasn’t a firebending prodigy. He couldn’t bend lightning, couldn’t do the sorts of things that would bring honor to his family. His lips pressed into a thin line and a flame sprung to life in his palm. He watched it for a long moment, considering. He wasn’t used to carpet. There was a reason they didn’t use it very often in the Fire Nation – too flammable. He wasn’t thinking about that. He aimed carefully at the ground between himself and Kelsier, meaning to draw a line of black soot between them. Hopefully, that would be enough to appease Kelsier. It might have worked, too, if the carpet weren’t flammable. |
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Post by strider on Feb 6, 2021 21:45:41 GMT -5
“Looks like Sol’s already got it,” Nico shrugged, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He followed, keeping an eye on both girls. There was something he was missing between the two of them, and he wasn’t sure he really wanted to find out what it was. Again, it didn’t involve him. The smell was what hit him first as he entered the room. It was… well, it was overwhelming, but also… good. He hadn’t had much of an appetite lately, but there was something about the scent of fried food that made him feel like a little kid again. “Huh.” He looked around, eying the different rides that seemed to be spread out around him. It reminded him of all the best parts of the Lotus Hotel. Of course… neither of the other blinkers would understand that comparison. Somehow, though… he didn’t feel trapped. Nico took a few steps forward, hand reaching to rest comfortably on the hilt of his sword when he realized the House had taken it away. Ah. As much as it made sense… Nico didn’t particularly like it. But having a sword hanging from your belt while on a roller coaster sounded exactly like a recipe for disaster. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 6, 2021 22:01:41 GMT -5
Kelsier seemed to have a habit of despising people very similar to himself. He snorted quietly as Zuko spoke, his eyes never leaving the other blinker’s face. So he thought he could take Kel? He had no idea who he was up against here. Okay, so Kelsier was at a distinct disadvantage due to not being able to really move, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that Kelsier could take Zuko, whatever the circumstances, and he could win. He stared as Zuko brought the fire to life in his hand, and he tensed his hand around the dagger, prepared to throw it at a moment’s notice. He could kill Zuko right then and there, he didn’t doubt that, but he was barely resisting the urge. Then Zuko set the carpet on fire. Kelsier reacted instantly, throwing the dagger and shifting out from under Nico, stepping in front of him, between him and the flames. He would not allow this nobleman to hurt Nico. He didn’t know what to expect from these flames, but he didn’t care, because he would rather die than let them come close. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 7, 2021 1:08:18 GMT -5
Mix metal with it… “You’re a genius.” Kelsier told the other blinker seriously, moving to the bowl of frosting, a small, mischievous smile coming over his features. “I can’t make the two stick together, no, but...if we use metal in the frosting, I can Push the whole house, no tray needed.” He took out a vial of clear liquid. Then, after a moment, he took out a second one. “More metals mean I can Push better.” He explained as he poured them both in at once and began to mix it in. Never mind the fact that he now wouldn’t be able to fight as well, if it came to it. They were having fun. No need to ruin it. “I don’t suppose you have any special ways of making this dry faster?” He asked after a moment, finishing as it was thoroughly mixed in and returning to Myrnin, bowl in hand. “I don’t know about you, but I’d rather not wait an hour.” "Oh? You can?" asked Myrnin, suddenly looking very interested that such a thing was even possible. Kelsier would suddenly find himself practically with a shoulder-vampire in the other man's excitement to learn more. He didn't know enough about the other blinker's world and abilities, and that fascinated him. He watched as Kelsier mixed the liquid into the frosting. Liquid metal that was clear? This wasn't something he knew. "Your metal is like this?" he asked, eyes wide. "What would happen if I put it in my mouth?" As if this was something every normal person did. He took the bowl and looked at it in intense interest. Then he looked up at Kelsier and said, matter of factly, "I am not sure." He decided that setting it on top of the stove, where the heat would probably do something, would likely be the main start. Then he eyed the mixture a bit more. Didn't you had something harder when you wanted it to be more solid? "Should we add some flour?" he asked. |
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Post by strider on Feb 7, 2021 1:35:29 GMT -5
Zuko barely managed to dodge the dagger, though he felt it dent his armor. He’d have to get that repaired; in case it created a weakness of some sort. He swallowed, staring at the flames that seemed to be growing and spreading. He hadn’t intended that. He staggered back, eyes wide. He could start fires, and he could extinguish them while they were still in his hands, but this was something else entirely. Almost out of instinct, he picked up the dagger Kelsier had thrown and tucked it into his belt in case he needed it later. Any weapon, even if he didn’t know how to use it, was better than no weapon at all. The flames weren’t dying down. They just grew higher and higher, and Zuko watched helplessly as they spread beyond his control. He needed a water bender. No… he just needed water. Unfortunately, he didn’t have any on his person. The smell of smoke started to fill the room, and Zuko got the distinct feeling he had messed up. The boy Kelsier had been protecting – the one who had lain in his lap – had shifted, sitting up and coughing. Zuko had just meant to draw a boundary, he hadn’t actually thought the floor would catch on fire… “Who uses floors that aren’t fireproof?” he yelled, his frustration directed simultaneously at everyone and no one at all. |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Feb 7, 2021 1:54:25 GMT -5
Hook | Pit Fight | Shadepelt15Hook blinked in, talking loudly to someone next to him over the noise of the bar; the eerie silence of an empty room prompting an awkward low whistle from the pirate as he swallowed the remainder of his sentence. He sniffed loudly as he glanced around, dragging his feet as he stepped around the circle that was drawn in the sandy dirt at the center of a dimly lit building. Above him was the only visible light source of the room, casting down directly over the ring and only reaching a limited proximity outside out it, leaving the rest of the building in shadow. He swayed on his heels for a moment, a curious grin on his face. He’d seen rings like this before, never as empty as this one currently was, but the thought that someone would be joining him soon seemed like an exciting promise. |
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Feb 7, 2021 2:16:10 GMT -5
Shade | The Pit | ~∂єѕтιиуWhen Shade blinked in she had been sitting at a desk poring over a book, her stare intense. Although even after blinking in, she stayed in the same position that one would keep when sitting on a chair, but holding herself by her own force instead of falling onto the floor in her seats absence. She realized that her book was gone and glanced up sharply, looking immediately relieved to see such a contrasting room that it could only be the Paradox House. Not only that, but of course, her favorite pirate was here as well. With a smile, she lifted herself into a proper stance and set her hands on her hips. "Well, you look and smell like you're having fun," she commented, the smile growing into a smirk. |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Feb 7, 2021 2:33:57 GMT -5
Hook | Pit Fight | @/shade
Hook looked over as someone appeared in his peripheral, squinting at Shade with a smirk the moment he recognized her. He lifted his chin with the same smug smile on his face as she noticed him, chuckling at her statement. “I take that as, you think I look and smell...fantastic.” He responded flatly, though a smile remained. “You look like you’ve been doing something boring,” he countered as an afterthought, giving a lazy gesture to the book in her hand. He then gave a slight nod for her to look towards the circle she was currently standing within, cocking an eyebrow at her to see if she recognized it the same way he did. “What do you think?” He said with a challenging look, glancing up to the light overhead.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Feb 7, 2021 2:41:40 GMT -5
Shade | Pit FIIIGGHHHT | @/des
"Oh always, always..." she said, pressing her lips together cheekily and nodding, then laughing lightly and nodding again. "Well, all jobs have their boring moments. Except yours I imagine." After little bit of a gesturing wave, she returned the book to its place alongside another in the satchel at her hip, glancing down as she situated both of them. Slowly her attention drifted back up and to the circle drawn in the sand, raising her eyebrows in mild surprise at the house for such a thing. But still, she grinned and shook her head. "I think that I've gotten myself into a tricky situation," she mused, slipping the satchel off and tossing it to the edge of the ring without looking away from him.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Feb 7, 2021 3:00:30 GMT -5
Hook | PIT FIGHT | @/shade
Hook chuckled proudly, giving a small nod of acceptance. He tilted his head a bit as he watched her store the book away, shrugging a bit. “I have my down time, surely, but you’ll never find me miserable enough to pick up a damn book,” he mused, clearly enjoying this opportunity to jab at her.
The captain stepped back with one foot as she tossed the satchel aside, grinning at her as he briefly looked down to see that his sword was missing. “I think I agree,” he said boldly, stripping off his heavy leather jacket and dropping it outside the ring. He casually stretched out his arms, rolling out his shoulders and neck as he kept his eyes locked on her with a dangerous smirk. He couldn’t suppress a giddy chuckle as he sized her up, stepping lighter on his toes. “I’ll be easy on you love,” he assured with a wink, settling his weight as he waited for her to seem ready.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Feb 7, 2021 3:19:29 GMT -5
Shade | PIT FIGHTT | @/des
Her lips pursed briefly and she barked out a sort of dry laugh. "Oh, come on! Books can be fun! Or useful..." Shade took a moment to let her hair out, brush her fingers through it and put it back up into a proper bun again to keep it out of her face, flexing her fingers and toes and also rolling her shoulders a bit as she fell into a poised stance, ready to move quickly. Both her eyebrows popped up and she chuckled and heaved an exaggerated sigh.
"How polite of you... I suppose its only fair that I do the same then, hmm?" she said, a teasingly soft lilt to her tone, "Not that I would rough up such a pretty face I'm so fond of aannyyywayyss..." As her words drifted off she leaned down a bit more, bracing her arms in front of her and watching him expectantly, unable to still her own tail as it lashed eagerly.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Feb 7, 2021 3:28:22 GMT -5
The illiterate pirate gave a doubtful scoff, rolling his eyes for only a moment before quickly glancing back to be sure he didn’t loose track of her. He couldn’t risk getting pinned too quickly because he was foolish enough to get distracted. His eyebrows raised as she lowered herself down, continuing to humor him with banter. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he beamed, then lurched forward on one foot, the other wound back as he slammed his boot towards her. Expectant that she’d scurry away before he could land anything, he shifted his weight hard, landing heavily on the foot he’d struck with and holding his fist (and hook) ready in front of him, a grin still on his face and he scanned her attempt at retaliation.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Feb 7, 2021 3:39:01 GMT -5
Just as he lurched forward, she laughed lightly and dipped narrowly out of the way, swinging her body to the side and into an upright position again only for an instant as she slid like liquid to strike back. Attacking without her claws was on one hand, better for minimalizing damage, but on the other somewhat clunky for her as she had to get used to unarmed hand-to-hand again. But one hand darted to feint grabbing his hook as if to pull him toward her, but instead she moved herself around him to try and aim a jab into his side.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Feb 7, 2021 3:52:14 GMT -5
Hook sharply turned his upper body away from her as she reached for his hook, trying to rip himself out of a hold that never even occurred. As consequence of the fake out, he gave a sharp laugh to the painful jolt in his side, blindly ramming his left elbow in her direction in response. He allowed the momentum of the attack to shift himself to face her again, immediately slipping in a strike with his fist: targeting the side of her head. Regardless of their relationship, his tactics remained the same - perhaps in good faith that his lovely girlfriend could handle whatever he threw at her. Or perhaps he was a tad drunk and a tad competitive.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Feb 7, 2021 3:59:29 GMT -5
Shade narrowly ducked his elbow as it came flying her way, making to dip out of range but getting interrupted by his followup with his fist. Which she then caught the wrist of, pulling him past her and more into the momentum of the swing so that she could shove lightly at his back as she slipped behind him. Shifting and taking a step back herself, she smirked and chuckled softly. "I should've known a pirate wouldn't be of his word," she chided teasingly.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Feb 7, 2021 4:12:30 GMT -5
Hook grunted as he was suddenly pulled forward faster than he’d been anticipating, stepping quickly to try and keep up with himself before he face planted into the dirt. He still stumbled over himself heavily and needed to plant his palm in the sand before he was able to recover and trot back into an upwards position, breathing slowly as he glanced over his shoulder to grin at her. “Aye, you should’ve,” he slowly turned, giving a quick shake of his head to fling the hair out of his face as he smiled at her. He wiped his hand on his shirt as he slowly stepped closer, leaving a smudge of dirt on the black cloth. He then lunged forward again, this time slashing down with his hook in an attempt to slice near her collar bone, prepared to swing with his fist once he’d followed through.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Feb 7, 2021 4:23:35 GMT -5
Her eyebrows popped up again when he swung his hook down at her and she quickly darted backward once, then again when he punched again. This time it grazed very near her neck even as she tried to avoid it, and on instinct she swung her own fist up into the underside of his arm to hastily get it away from her face.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 7, 2021 4:26:18 GMT -5
Shi- Kelsier stood in front of Nico, a second dagger in his hand, his expression dark and furious. He couldn’t even yell at him, because Nico was… Probably not asleep anymore. Dammit. “Are you happy now?” He snapped, his voice still low as if he could somehow hope to keep Nico asleep even now. “Just go! Go into the hall, right now, like I told you to before!” Never mind the fact that they were both going to have to do that now, if they wanted to avoid the flames. Would they have to go into a room to escape? Kelsier’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t want to risk a room at the moment, he wanted Nico to get some sleep, and he was pretty sure he wanted to kill Zuko. “People who don’t have magic fire powers!” He answered fiercely, letting his anger wash over him. He heard Nico coughing behind him, and his anger only mounted, because that was the last thing he’d wanted. Nico had trusted him. Nico had trusted him to keep him safe and when he’d finally dare sleep, look what happened. Frustration and guilt warred in Kelsier’s chest, and he decided that after killing Zuko, the House was next. “Hey, Nico.” He murmured without turning. “Sorry about this. Someone blinked in and decided to redecorate. I don’t suppose you want to check out the hall with me?”
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Feb 7, 2021 4:30:35 GMT -5
Hook seized his arm back just as Shade reacted, managing to narrowly avoid her punch. He stepped back a single pace, eyes narrowed as he watched her face, still flashing his charming smile as he reevaluated where he wanted to go next. He bounced on his toes for just a second before he stepped forward and jabbed forward with a single punch, expectant that she’d swat it away; but hoping he could free up an open opportunity from there.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Feb 7, 2021 4:36:25 GMT -5
This time as he punched at her and she moved to dodge, she carried through the movement and swung with her leg at his side, then whisking it away. At the same time she planted her hands to keep herself steady and down low, spinning with her other leg to try and knock his out from under him.
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