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 Posted: Fri Feb 09, 2007 11:19 pm
Tybalt's eyes narrowed shrewedly as he weighed Elena's attempt at compromise against the remnants of his righteous anger. One the one hand, she had pissed him off--not that that was hard to do, of course. On the other hand, he couldn't feel his fingers.
"Fine," he said, lowering his hand to his side. "An' I'll also promise that next time I won't hesitate before cuttin' yer finger off. Now get us loose, wench."
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Posted: Fri Feb 09, 2007 11:35 pm
"Fine," Elena snapped back, anger rising momentarily at being called a wench; she quickly buried it in an attempt to minimize whatever it was that fueled the ice and cold.
After a few moments of standing there, eyes squeezed shut as the Tale concentrated on thinking warm thoughts (this caused a brief, but genuine smile to flit across her face; her sister Anarya was the warm one), she cracked one open with a sigh. "I don't know how to turn it off," she muttered, wanting to pull back out of striking range, but stuck in a trap of her own making.
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Posted: Fri Feb 09, 2007 11:46 pm
Tybalt tapped a talon against the sidewalk impatiently, glaring down at Elena as she had the gall to smile, of all things, at a time like this. The sooner he got free and the hell away from her, the better. Of course, as luck would have it, that wouldn't be anytime soon.
"You what?!" he yelled down at her, eyes widening in a mixture of shock and anger. "Y'froze us t'gether an' now we're stuck?" Tybalt paused before taking a step towards Elena, once more raising his dagger--this time he held it at her elbow. "Fine. Don't move, this might sting a bit," he ground out.
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Posted: Fri Feb 09, 2007 11:56 pm
"Yes, we're stuck like this," she ground out, her own temper flaring back up in response to his. "And what are you doing?" Elena asked, voice going high pitched and slightly squeaky as he raised his dagger.
Of course, in response to the anger and fear, the ice grew thicker, both on her arm and his, spreading up past both of their elbows. The dagger was stuck now too, although with a sharp tug, it might be possible to break the much thinner ice surrounding it.
"That didn't help at all."
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 12:10 am
"Gettin' th' hell away from you, if all goes well," he muttered just in time to see his beloved dagger suffer the same fate as his frozen arm. "Oh, now look what y'did, y'bleedin' idiot!" A few sharp yanks did indeed free Tybalt's dagger, and he immediately inspected it; ice be damned, he'd cut her arm off at the shoulder if it was damaged! Lucky for her--and likely for him as well, if her last reaction was anything to go by--it seemed to be fine.
"No bloody s**t it didn't help. Y'only made it worse!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 12:18 am
"I made it worse? I'm not even trying to make it do this anymore. You're the one who attacked me!" Elena argued back, not noticing that the angrier she got, the further the ice spread. She could stand the cold nearly indefinately; how long Tybalt could keep up with her was another matter entirely. "I didn't even know I could do this," she wailed, sight momentarily blurred by tears before they froze on her eyelashes as she blinked to clear them away.
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 12:27 am
Elena might not have noticed, but Tybalt, who was watching the ice creep up his arm in growing alarm, certainly did. "I told you I was gonna cut yer bleedin' finger off if y'kept pokin' me with it! You were th' one dumb enough t'keep doin' it, an' ye're still doin' this whatever-it-is, so stop it!" he roared with all the command he could muster in this situation reflected in his tone. Tybalt was certainly more vulnerable to the cold than Elena was, and he had no desire to lose an arm to frostbite over some dumb trinket.
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 12:37 am
"Well next time I'll only poke you once!" she yelled back, tears stopping as suddenly as they'd started. If there was one thing Elena did have control over, it was crying on command. It was a skill that had served her well up until this point. "And I'd love to stop it, but I don't know how!" Face slightly red from tears and yelling, Elena looked completely different than from when they'd first run into each other.
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 12:49 am
"Oho, y'best hope there's not a next time, princess," Tybalt growled, brushing frantically at the thinnest layers of ice covering his arm with the hilt of his dagger. "If y'didn't know what y'were doin', y'shouldn'ta done it in th' first place. Now figure out how."
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 12:12 pm
"Maybe if you'd stop yelling at me," Elena said, taking a deep breath and trying to calm herself down. The ice slowed its advance as she worked to get her temper under control, the glow from her tattoos dimming slightly.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 12:53 am
Tybalt muttered, "So ye can dish it out, but ye can't take it," under his breath, which was probably for the best--whatever Elena was doing, it was keeping the ice at bay. "Keep at it, it's workin'!"
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2007 11:59 am
Elena's pointed ears twitched slightly as Tybalt muttered under his breath and she frowned severely at him, but loftily decided to ignore whatever comment he had made. Besides, if they quit arguing, she could calm down and get the rest of this ice off. "Still missing my bracelet," she said in a sing-song, biting her lip afterwards as she continued to try some of the meditation techniques her mum had tried to teach her.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 2:20 pm
"An' missin' it'll stay, least till we're loose," Tybalt growled.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 2:29 pm
"So you did take it!" Elena exclaimed, stopping in her efforts for a moment to scowl at the parrot unhappily. The ice was still receding, but as her concentration was no longer on making it continue, it was at a much reduced pace. For once in her life deciding that descretion was the better part of valor (not to mention her strong desire to get away), the girl shrugged. "If you really want one, maybe I'll buy one for you," she murmured, a wicked grin flashing briefly across her face before she resumed concentrating on making the ice go away.
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 10:13 pm
If Tybalt's less-than-friendly attitude wasn't a clear indication that he found absolutely no humor in this situation, the ever-deepening scowl on his face should have been. "Think I'll pass, thanks--it ain't worth keepin' anyway. Are ye done yet, wench? I still think ye shoulda let me cut off yer arm."
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