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 Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 11:55 am
A second wad of crumpled paper was suddenly tossed around the tree, this time reading:
NOT her favorite! NEVER her favorite! Glorified HORSE.
The patchwork's face had gone crimson behind the tree, still glowering.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 12:03 pm
Grabbing the new slip, Jericho's eyes seemed to flare up at what he read. The favorite bit he didn't care about. He wasn't even really sure what the 'favorite' was referring to. She was just his best friend as far as he was aware. The last two words however..
"GLORIFIED HORSE!? I'LL SHOW YOU A GLORIFIED HORSE YOU SACK OF PARTS!!" he shouted, having his breath once more.
The dragon took in another breath, but he didn't spend so much time with the 'charge up' this time around. Within the next moment or so, he unleashed a jet of flames onto the tree that stood between Christof and himself. Again, it wasn't as strong as it would have been the first time around, but it would probably still do the job.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 12:09 pm
With a yelp, Christof staggered back, terror on his face as he scrambled away from the flames. He was about to flee the scene when he remembered his book- BLAST AND DAMNATION! He needed that! He twisted to rush back towards the book, frantically attempting to avoid anything burning but unfortunately the tree had other ideas. No sooner had he stooped to try to grab the text a few feet from the dragon, a branch cracked under the lick of fire, collapsing down onto his hunched back.
The patchwork screamed, muffled and terrible behind his stitched lips, frantically twisting and clawing at the branch to try to get it off of him, but it was too late- already the flammable preservatives he used to keep his Parts fresh had ignited, sending flames down his arm and hunch towards his face.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 12:18 pm
Well that should keep the Igor from hiding directly behind the tree in the very least. And as he thought, Christof went scrambling away from the burning thing. Ready to bumrush the guy now that the tree wasn't so much of an obstacle, Jericho was surprised to see the hunchback run back towards it... only to have a flaming branch fall onto him.
"Oh for Jack's sake," he groaned. He wanted to pummel the guy into the ground, not kill him! Not yet at least.
Grumbling to himself he rushed over to push the treelimb off. He quickly removed his coat to throw over the flaming Igor in an attempt to smother the flames as well. Thankfully his own clothing were not so flammable. It wouldn't be good if he accidentally set his own pants on fire or anything like that anyway.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 12:23 pm
The hunchback still struggled as the coat was tossed over him, madly clawing at the fabric even as it extinguished the flames.
Smoking, singed and needing a fresh skin-graft (and perhaps a bit of hair-transplant), he finally managed to pull his head out from under the dragon's coat, eyes wide and watery, as though about to burst into tears, his mouth contorted into a miserable frown as he feebly tried to punch the larger boil that seemed to frustrate him so.
His heart wasn't in it anymore, it would seem, the blows lacking much oomf to them as he fought the urge to cry.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 12:35 pm
With Christof extinguished, Jericho let out a breath while grumbling something lowly. The tree was still on fire, but that didn't really matter right now. He stood there, waiting to see how alright the other guy was. And what happened next had the dragon baffled on what he should do.
Seeing the big Igor's eyes fill up with liquid like that, the dragon just sorta stood there staring. He didn't even try to dodge or block the pathetic punches Christof threw. There was a great divide on how he should feel right about now; if he should still be raging or if he should pity the igor... or some mix of the two.
Grimacing, Jericho let out a sigh and reached out to grab Christof's shoulder to try and get him to stop trying to attack. In the meantime, he didn't say anything. It was mostly because he didn't know what to say right now. Maybe something would come to him once the other guy calmed down.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 12:38 pm
At the sudden upheaval, Christof wiped his nose on his sleeve, face scrunching up as he braced himself for a pummeling as Jericho dragged him to his feet.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 12:44 pm
For a good long moment, Jericho stared into Christof's eyes, still not looking all too pleased. Instead of striking the Igor back down, he just took his coat back to put on. He checked his collar briefly to make sure the certain purple and black pin hadn't been scorched there. Thankfully it hadn't.
"Ok. Seriously. What is your problem with me?" he asked in a calmer tone.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 1:03 pm
When the pummeling didn't come, Chris opened one eye, and then the other, face still furrowed in a scowl at the sight of the pin. He brushed himself off, wincing a bit as his charred shirt stuck to his burns, but he had to tough it out- don't show weakness in front of the dragon. Instead, he tore at the buttons of his shirt, revealing the curling blood-red mark of the mindflayer proudly.
He might not have her pin, but he did have that. And to the befuddled Igor, that meant something.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 1:12 pm
Rather than getting an answer, Jericho raised his eyebrow as Christof revealed a red mark on his chest. Now the dragon hadn't seen Riley's mark first hand before, but something about it reminded him of the mindflayer. It didn't look like a simple tattoo either.
"And you're showing me this because...?"
The dragon was not interested in demon marks in the slightest. If anything he'd probably try to avoid getting any if possible.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 1:16 pm
The mute patchwork gave a snort, unburned hand clenching into a fist to pat against the mark pointedly, straightening as much as he could to try to meet the older boil's eyes. He scrambled then for his note book but... unfortunately, his head and shoulders weren't the only thing to succumb to the flames.
With a whine, he flipped through the burnt pages, trying to find one that had enough white paper left to scrawl out:
Will Not Replace Me with stupid overzealous dragons! She is MY Mistress!
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 1:25 pm
In the very least, Jericho was getting somewhat of an idea of what the problem was. From what he was getting here, Christof was rather possessive of Riley. The written words sure seemed to point in that direction. Was there possibly some sense of jealousy as well? That much he wasn't sure about. Even so, it didn't completely explain the animosity.
"Riley might be your mistress but she's MY friend," he said lowly, "I don't know what this whole replacement thing is about but if you have a problem with that, I'd be more than happen to start duking it out with you again."
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 1:31 pm
As though happy to oblige, the hunchback gave the Dragon a sudden rough shove to the chest, stooping down to grab his book before turning on his heal to lurch away again.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 1:37 pm
Stepping back quickly as he was shoved away to avoid toppling over, Jericho's anger sparked up once more. Narrowing his golden eyes, his hands balled up into fists. No, he would not let Christof have the final 'word' here. With a snarl, he rushed forward to try and shove the Igor in return.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 2:25 pm
The Igor twisted as he was shoved, stumbling to keep his feet, one hand tangling in his scarf while the other shot out, balled tightly, towards the Dragon's face once more. His own features were contorted in rage, patches flushed in loathing.
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