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 Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2016 10:36 pm
Lawrence was about to turn and leave, not liking at all how tensed the moths were making him as he shone his torch across the flexing and moving wings.
As the sound coalesced into something he could understand - or thought he could, his expression turned grim. This version of himself balked at the idea of hurting people to live longer but in the same way as everything else in him feared time and aging as much as he was able to fear anything. He knew the answer he'd given but now it had its exceptions, exceptions he didn't clearly voice.
"As many as it takes." he said grimly, as if reciting the proclamations of a lunatic and then added hopefully. "Except some?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2016 10:30 pm
A section of moths peel off from the stone walls and swarm around him. From the mass, a hand and then an arm solidifies around him, then a portion of her face. "No exceptions..." Nest rasps in his ear, fluttering wings brushing against his neck and hair. "Only delays."
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2016 3:59 am
He didn't expect leniency really, it had been a hope which had been thrown out there in some vain hope the terms were flexible. He'd have to flex them himself.
He almost leaned cat like into the fluttering moths and contact like he would Melvin's touch, by now associating them only with life and enduring youth rather than the dangers of their wielder. "They watch me all the time." he said. "I am not even permitted to go to the sahara, nor off island untended. I know where some families live but not exact. I am hindered at every turn. The delays are certainly not something I would wish either. I get older in a week or so, another year."
He could practically hear the relentless ticking of time, pushing him out of his friendly act and into desperation. "I want to help." he said. "Help me help you." And the thought of the rest of his team surfaced. "There are others here with me. Accidents happen."
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2016 10:46 pm
"Why wait a week?" She hissed, laughter trembling through through the wings. "Why wait a year?" And then he began to feel it, the drain of energy and awareness. His knees began to weaken even as his hands grew thinner before his eyes. Lawr was aging before his own eyes.
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2016 2:44 am
Lawrence didn't really know fear in the same way other people did, typically so self assured and unafraid of the concept of death that he did not truly experience the pulse racing gut twist of adrenaline that went hand in hand with it.
But as he realised what was happening to him, it was the closest he'd ever come to understanding what it meant, a spike of restlessness lancing through him that almost amounted to panic. He wasn't afraid of dying but he dreaded this the most of all things.
"No!" he cried out feebly. "Anything but this. I can't help you if I'm weak Please. I'll do anything."
And true to his general avoidance he closed his eyes, trying not to look at what she was doing to him, trying to ignore the force that changes in his appearance often wrought upon him.
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2016 11:23 pm
"You haven't helped me because you are weak." The hold shifted, the sound of wings along with it until the dry, strangely spiced scent of her breath filled hit nose. And then she was gripping his face, forcing his eyes open to meet her own. Nest was not as she had been, not quite. There were grey streaks of discolouration that shot through her papery skin and a strange glow in her eyes. Looking into them, he could find and echo of his same fathomless hunger and a madness that was more than capable of pursuing and pursuing and pursuing satiation until nothing was left. The hunters above were not going to survive. Very likely, he wasn't either. A failed experiment.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2016 3:46 am
Staring down the horsewoman, whatever had been lingering of Lawrence’s superficially kind front gave way. He hadn’t been lying when he had stated that his new act was not a persona but simply an older coping mechanism, the old chilly self-interest still right below the surface, masked only by emulated emotion. It came back when he felt frustrated or when he felt threatened and there was no question that he felt threatened now.
He had wanted something as simple as youth from Nest but looking at her up close - limp as a ragdoll in her grasp - he began to suspect that any hope of a mutual agreement in their respective interests was off the table. Survival rapidly became just about the best outcome he could hope for from this little predicament and even that looked very tenuous. The horsewoman thus far had managed to survive being blown up completely by Taym and who knew what else besides given what a thorn she was in the organisation’s side and had been for some time.
It was stupid to think that he could hurt her, it was stupid to even consider himself capable of fighting in general, but if she wasn’t going to help him she was just another obstacle in his way and he was out of options. Maybe when she was gone there would be some way to take from her what was rightly owed.
“I would have helped you.” He said. “You have everything I ever wanted.”
You just couldn’t trust anyone to be logical he had realised and if he wanted to be young again, he’d need to learn how to extract it himself, all Nest had done was show him it was possible.
With a flash of bright white runes and ghostly luminescence he summoned Butch and with a bodily twist like a restrained cat, reached out to claw at whatever he could grasp of her.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2016 1:05 am
The moths at her face and shoulder thinned, burning up at the contact with Butch's glowing runes. Within them, Lawr would glimpse pale and unsettlingly familiar. The claws couldn't gain purchase on the horseman, but they could, it seemed, create a path.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2016 4:11 am
Startled at the even minor success of the swing Lawrence refused to give up on the idea of survival, swiping further at the moths before making a valiant attempt to get free from her grasp and still wielding the claws desperately to do what he did better than anything else.
Run away.
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lizbot rolled 2 12-sided dice:
11, 12
Total: 23 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2016 10:01 pm
It's a hand that catches him, a human hand. The clone is wearing a white suite in the style that he prefers and a smile that does not reach its eyes. A glove bearing runic claws takes a swipe at Lawr as the cavern begins to empty of the fluttering audience. In the end, only ten moths remain, glowing strangely compared to the rest. The brush of wings across his temple makes him feel it. Years. It holds his time.The clone attacks again. baneful Targets: Clone: 70/70 Dmg to Lawr: 17 Moths: Roll 1d20 to catch and consume one and regain a year. 15 and over are successful.
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Baneful rolled 1 20-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2016 10:41 pm
Lawrence was yanked to a stop with a hiss of frustration as he realised what he was up against. He hadn't forgotten the lessons that fighting clones was more or less futile while their host was still alive and he had no intention of dying today if he could avoid it.
It was the moths that held his attention and even in the depths of serious danger he could not resist the need to have them more than anything else in his life. Youth was time, youth was perfection.
He reached out and missed, the talons raking his shield and Butch telling him to pay attention even as he paid rapt attention to something else, like a cat facinated by a bird.
HP:33
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lizbot rolled 2 12-sided dice:
12, 5
Total: 17 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2016 10:56 pm
The clone laughed, a hollow, joyless thing before speaking, " Then he said to them, 'Watch out! Be on your guard against all kinds of greed; a man's life does not consist in the abundance of his possessions.'" It followed Lawrence, not running, but watching, patient, and biding its time until striking once more with flashing claws against the other's leg.
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Baneful rolled 1 20-sided dice:
13
Total: 13 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2016 11:10 pm
Life for lawrence did come from the abundance of his possessions. "If you are me we both know its not greed when its rightly ours. It is nothing but retrieving lost possessions. Stolen."
And again he swung for the moths and was duly punished by the claws, hissing in pain and frustration. "You NEED me."
Hp22
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lizbot rolled 2 12-sided dice:
4, 8
Total: 12 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2016 11:12 pm
"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want." It was so calm, so patient, and so very unhesitating in its violence.
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Baneful rolled 1 20-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2016 11:28 pm
"Well I do. And it's all I have. He made me this way."
Everything was so hopelessly out of reach, just as it always was. The pain didnt matter. In his skewed world it was youth over life.
Hp:16
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