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 Posted: Wed May 25, 2011 1:08 pm
"...actually a page was the young man who ran around delivering messages." He shifted his own weapon, squaring his feet and frowning at Bimini, his hands raised in something like preparation. Generally, Ilmenite was a lover [well, that was a delicate way of phrasing it, he probably would have chosen something more crude himself] himself, but when it came down to a scrape, he was starting to get the hang of it.
And he was willing for it, too.
"I don't really see how that applies to you, since you don't seem to be an unwanted noble's son or in the medieval era." A flick of his wrist sent the bolas to spinning, one eyebrow raised, an obvious threat. Ilmenite wasn't afraid of Corey.
"So what the hell are you?"
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 9:04 am
Negative ten shot to the ego. There was exasperation in his voice as he lamented unhappily. "Why the hell did you ask then if you already knew?"
A tiny step was taken back as the other man's weapon went to spinning, eyeing the potential danger with a look that was neither confident or happy. And then the question sounded again. Like a damn broken record.
What WAS he doing? Why hadn't he run by now, other than the obvious tripping over his silly new dreads reason. He didn't want to fight.. but at the same time... he didn't want to see anyone else hurt.. himself included. "I'm just a dude. A dude standing here that isn't just going to let you tromp around through the night attacking people."
This was going to suck.
Hitching his shoulder downward he ran towards Illmenite, hoping to push through the swinging balls and knock the guy over before getting too pounded by said weapon.
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 7:54 am
It was a damned fool move.
It also worked.
Ilmenite didn't tumble to the ground but, standing speechless in the face of 'tromp around through the night attacking people', he was caught rather off-guard. It sent him off balance, stumbling away a few steps, bolas knocking absently against Bimini shoulder as he went. They weren't really designed for a proper attack. As he'd told Wolframite, they were a hunting weapon.
For a moment, as the Page dashed, Ilmenite considered stopping him. He likely could have caught up; he certainly could have teleported in front of him; maybe he could have tossed the weapon at last to catch in the young man's feet and bring him down...
Except he really didn't have a reason too. It really wouldn't do any good. Instead he called after Bimini, not exactly mature.
"Hey! You started it!"
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 11:25 am
Proper weapon or not, it didn't feel particularly comfortable as the bolas hit his shoulder. It was that and the utter frusteration and confusion that kept his momentum going.
The other guy was crazy. Something he couldn't even begin to wrap his head around had happened to him. The crazy was trying to play 20 questions with him. And now he was being accused of being the attacker?
It was too much. Too confusing, too frusterating. So when he plowed by Ilmenite Bimini didn't bother to stop, making his way out into the street and then off towards home and hopefully freedom.
It was hardly the most graceful awakening.. and it was a downright pathetic battle. One could only hope in the future he would do better. But one thing at a time. First he had to figure out how to get out of this outfit.
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