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 Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 12:36 pm
"Who says you're stronger than me? You might be a bit more powerful in the rank department, if that's what you're driving at, but if a broken tea pot is all you have I think I can take my chances." He grunted, rubbing his head. It stung more from the contact with his hand, and he was just making a mess of the blood.
Damn it.
If she'd given him a concussion he was going to be so pissed. After he patched himself up, of course. Maybe he could just take some energy or her starseed from her and heal himself. That would be nice.
An easy fix for a problem she caused, anyway.
"So you come out here and pick fights with people so you can keep other people safe. Right, got it. So basically, you're the 'good guys' and you get to pick and choose what people are worth saving and what ones aren't. So how do you know you're not saving my life if I get caught up in something when I'm powered down? Would it burn you to know that you're rescuing someone you are also sworn to stop? I mean, picking and choosing like that, that's gotta make the job a lot harder."
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 11:27 pm
Aventine was quiet for a short moment before replying, "No. It wouldn't bother me at all. Because I'm not picking and choosing who I save. What you're doing right now? That's a choice. You chose to power up, you chose to take part in this whole war. So. Right now, fighting you is totally acceptable because I know what the Negaverse does. You 'gather energy' and hunt people and hurt them for whatever."
She knew the whats, not the whys. She didn't intend to dwell on that, though.
"When you're not powered up, you're just the same as everyone else. Just a person, trying to live their life. Not making any conscious decisions to go out and cause trouble. So I'm not picking and choosing anything. If someone needs help, I'd help them. I might even help you. If you weren't a brat," she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Contrary to whatever you think, I don't want to fight you or hurt you. I just want you to stop making trouble for everyone. Asking nicely doesn't exactly help, though. It's like hitting you people is the only way to get through to you."
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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 11:24 am
"Hah, so did you. And how do you know what I'm like in my civilian life? That's the kicker isn't it? I could be a serial killer, or I could be your best friend. You have no idea, and you can't because some magic makes us all stupid. We can't recognize what's right in front of our faces. But I've decided not to care about that."
He grinned.
"Hit me again. Make me understand how peaceful you are. Go ahead, throw your fists around and teach me something about good and right, and how this world would be better without Chaos. Because Chaos is what makes us bad guys, right? It's what makes us evil and violent. That's my excuse, anyway."
He watched her, enjoying himself, thinking he was maybe cut out for this team after all. He didn't always have to use his fists: he had some part of a brain working for him at any rate. He tilted his head toward her, pointing at it.
"Show me what makes the White Moon so much different, so much better, than Chaos."
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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 10:31 pm
Something about the way he said it made Aventine suspicious—or maybe her nerves were just already blown for the night; she took another step backwards. It wasn't that she thought he was in the right mind frame to be setting a trap or anything, but if this guy was already messed up in the head—maybe he was a serial killer—then she didn't want to risk sticking around to see just what reason he could have for wanting her to hit him.
"There's something wrong with you," she said, reluctant to even consider the conversation. "I think you've got like, brain damage. Go home. Seriously. Before you get yourself hurt. Or worse."
Not by her hand, though. She was done here. She didn't know how else she could go on tonight. "If you want to bicker later, fine. But I'm pretty sure I'm out of here. If you want a fight, good luck finding it with someone else, but it's not me. So. Just don't do anything stupid."
She took a few more steps backwards, deciding that she was going to make her exit now. Before he attacked—or said anything worse. He was a person under that, and it was sometimes a painful reminder. He could have been a serial killer. Or her best friend. Or anyone. She was standing firmly by her belief—it was their choice to power up. Their choice to be enemies and to take all the risks they did.
She wasn't going to start hiding just because some guy had left her a little shaken.
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Posted: Fri Jul 05, 2013 10:51 am
Merlinite watched her, grinning. He let her back up though, needing to get himself patched up before he could go back out on his patrol. He would not have been able to continue the fight, so bluffing his way out of it was helping quite a lot.
His head was hurting badly.
He did hope he would be able to meet her again, though. Maybe when they were on more level footing, and he could actually walk away being the one that bloodied her, and not the one that was bloody. He would have to keep working toward that goal, for now.
Still, he felt like he had learned a lot here, and that was the goal, at the end of the day. He would have to hope he'd remember it in the morning, but still. He let her go, before slumping a bit and moving to head back home himself.
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