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 Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 2:31 pm
Jericho had moved to try and avoid the punch, but Christof's fist still brushed against the side of his face some. Gritting his teeth and letting out another snarl, he lashed back to try and plant his own fist right in between the igor's eyes.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 2:47 pm
There was a startled squeal followed by the sound of torn stitches as the already shaky seam at his neck half gave out, his head flipping back against his hunch with the force of the blow. Stunned for a moment, Christof groped about to see that it was still half attached before launching himself directly at the dragon, mismatched hands clenching for neck.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 2:54 pm
There was a moment's hesitation as Jericho hadn't expected to knock Christof's head off with that punch. It seemed to have cost the dragon as he suddenly found the patchwork's hands gripping around his throat. Making a bit of a strangled noise, he stumbled back and tried to pry the Igor's hands off of him as he fell.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 3:16 pm
Snorting heavily through flaring nostrils, the maddened hunchback landed heavily on the dragon's stomach, undead grip like iron as his head flopped back upright into position, still torn at the neck seam. Yes... yes... yes... with the Dragon out of the way, she'd have to call on him, need to be consoled- and he would be there, with a solemn expression and a pat to her back and then there would just be Malodore in the way for...
He blinked, brows furrowing as suddenly his hands loosened as once again that horrible Doubt came back.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 4:04 pm
Struggling against the undead hunchback, Jericho did what he could to try to either kick off Christof or to pry his fingers from around his throat. Neither seemed to be doing a great deal and with his airway cut off he couldn't breathe flames in defense either. He wasn't sure how long he could keep up the struggle.
Then the Igor's grip loosened, allowing him to finally pull his hands away, leaving the dragon gasping for air again.
"Jack dammit Christof..." he wheezed as he tried to shove or kick the guy off of him.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 4:10 pm
The hunchback fell to the side, knees drawn up and head cradled between his hands, fingers raking through his hair as he huddled with a tight whine in his throat. His head was aching. Too many contradicting Facts and Feelings and Commands and no no no he KNEW this wasn't the right thing to do, he KNEW it but he wanted it so badly but no no no it wouldn't make matters better, friend friend friend friend friends were different from minions but he was a minion why else would Mistress spend so much time with him it didn't make SENSE.
Few things made sense to him these days, a final thought in the back of his head grunted.
He had been Bad again, hadn't he? Hell's Bells.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 4:26 pm
With Christof off of him now, Jericho grunted and rolled over, rubbing his throat gingerly. He grimaced as he watched the other guy curled up on the ground whining. This kid had some serious issues. He could see that much here, and he might have to drop by Riley's place sometime later to discuss this whole thing. But first thing's first.
Crawling over, the dragon growled lowly as he straddled the Igor to grab the collar of his shirt. Gritting his teeth, he glowered at the other and raised his other fist as if he was ready to try and knock Christof's head clean off. Either that or attempt to smash in the seams in his face.
With a moment's pause, he instead just let go and stood up.
"It's not worth it," he grumbled lowly. As far as he could see, the Igor was a loose cannon, and right now he was just flat out pathetic. There was no point in beating down someone who had just defeated themselves.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 4:41 pm
As the fist was raised, once again Christof braced himself, waiting for that oncoming blow... that didn't come. Brows furrowing, he blinked at the dragon, mouth trembling miserably before scrambling back away from him, looking as though he were about to be sick.
The book lay at his feet, his hands trembling as he scooped it up once more.
She'll never love you like she loves them. It's not your place. His mind was racing, eyes locked on the tomb she had helped him buy. You are an Igor. You aren't like them. It doesn't work the same for you.
The dragon was going to tell her about this, he knew that much. Then he would be in big trouble. Even more than.... from the other night.
Friends? Let the dragon think what he wanted. When his Mistress ruled this world... would friends or minions prevail?
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 5:04 pm
Jericho didn't relax just yet, as he was half expecting Christof to flip out and come after him again. That didn't happen, however. Watching as the other picked up his book again, the dragon lingered a little longer before taking a few steps back. He still didn't have the intention to turn his back to the Igor, but he saw no real point to continuing this fight any longer.
Once he was a fair distance away, he finally turned around to head elsewhere leaving Christof to do whatever.
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