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 Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 11:03 pm
Despite the unsettling feeling that her latest spars had left her with, Maebe had a strange, unnatural determination to continue finding at least one spar a day to bring her to her knees. She'd been doing well, win or lose, with some of the lovelier ladies of Deus. But now she couldn't find a soul out on the spargrounds, and she was busy trying to think up new ways to use Thaw that did not always involve just stabbing people. So far, she had little luck. Just another reason why she was glad she'd stayed in Moon, after all. As much as Death called to her, with its secrets and intrigue, she would have never been able to physically keep up. No matter how well she'd done against Peyton, Maebe knew she was still just an unskilled rookie stumbling forward. Her thrusts were harder, punctuated by grunts with each plunge, as she lamented the fact that expertise did not come in a bottle. It had to be earned.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2014 6:43 am
Lawrence never openly trained, what work he did with Butch was always done in the absolute dead of night, sometimes not even on the training fields. Despite this, sometimes he watched other people work, normally it was as Chantelle, all bright and eager enthusiasm for other people's business but today he'd come as Jan - primarily because he had a duty that afternoon that would not be aided by having to remove an absolute ton of makeup.
It was quiet, apparently most people had either chosen to take a day off or had come earlier in the day, but there was one person who caught his attention because she always did, a pale set of gentle curves, almost ethereally attractive. If he had a type of woman it was certainly Maebe's brand of complexion and figure. It was the height of vanity that he was relentlessly drawn to women who reminded him of himself time and time again.
He simply watched for a time, all keen attention and silence, as hidden as he could be without actually hiding. Libido was a problem of late, he did not feel true emotions but his body was still determinedly human, primal drives interfered with his judgments and filters and became twisted and muddied up. He had more desire for cruelty than was typical, more desire for some vestige of control, and as he watched Maebe's exertions, those drives only became more pronounced until rather than an almost invisible demand they became a mild irritation.
Leaving where he'd been behind the spare dummies, he sauntered out onto the fields, stopping far closer the Moon huntress, eyes bright and somehow amused. "Working up a sweat missy?" he asked and openly looked her over.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2014 10:01 pm
She had been working up a sweat, without realizing it. The dummy had taken a beating, as her trident stabs became less hesitant. She felt the burn of Thaw's handle against her skin, and her fingers tightened around its pain. He knew that she was feeding off of the searing against her skin, which left no mark but felt like it surely was. It disturbed him, to hurt her this way. To let her hurt herself this way. But she was already smiling from it. Lawr's voice sounded exactly as she'd remembered, and because of it she almost thought she was having another hallucination. She stopped stabbing at the dummy, and turned while digging Thaw into the ground. Lawr's gaze was a physical presence against her skin, leaving searing sensations of their own wherever they went. She remembered this, and slowly came to terms with the fact he was actually there in front of her this time. It wasn't just some trick of her mind. It was really him. "Trying to." She responded, her breathing erratic and rapid. She grinned, glowing with the force of a good workout, and held her hand out for him to take. "I was wondering when I'd see you again, cowboy."
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 2:48 pm
He took her hand in his only good one and bent to kiss the back in a perfectly gentlemanly gesture, delight glinting in his eyes. He enjoyed her company, in his life it had always been impossible to maintain friends or allies who had even an inkling of his underlying emptiness. He didn't think even the lovely creature in front of him truly understood the yawning silence that nestled in his head but she tried and did not flinch away and that alone was worthy in his eyes.
"Once upon a time I would wander many a trail and mosey along with the herds." he said, and there was a perceptible amusement in the false accent, both of them knew it was no more real than hair extensions or false nails. "But now I'm chained down here, I don't go far but I dream of the open plains." And given half a chance he would disappear back into the world at large where he thrived.
"You seem to be keeping well without me." He had been watching her on twitter, interacting with her pretty things, playing with affection and closeness. And he suspected despite her assertions to the contrary that she might get caught up, that she might end up shattered like so much porcelain by getting too close to young love. It was all suspicions, he merely suspected there was a thread of honesty underneath her cold heart, a hairline fracture that she denied and that he wanted to seek out.
He turned in a gesture reminiscence of a grand ballroom, feeling energized at the thought of her someday misery. "Shall we dance?" he asked, and Butch sat up to attention in his thoughts.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 8:39 pm
Maebe's healthy flush kissed her skin as he kissed her hand, and she remembered just how easy it was to slide into the comfort zone of Lawr's attentions. They were never pure, and never real - and never anything to be afraid of. It was too easy. "I'm doing very well, I'd say." Her face split into a proud grin. "I've never played this kind of game before, but I think I'm winning most of the time. It's sort of indulgently exciting." A month ago, she would have laughed at the idea of love as exciting, or anything more than a joke. Now, it was something really special, and that meant she was enjoying herself. A lot more than she had been jumping from bed to bed, at least. But Lawr was right, as he usually was. The hairline fracture he sought out was there, waiting to be split apart. She decorated it with indulgence and enjoyment, but the cold heart she'd been carrying around all of her life was cracking, whether she wanted to admit it or not. His twirl had her eyebrows raising, curious as to what had him in such a good mood. "I would have thought you'd be at least a little disappointed at my capture," She teased. But his offer was too good to pass up, and she plucked the edges of her new coat, pulling them up in an exaggerated curtsey. "But of course, it would be my absolute honor."
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Baneful rolled 1 20-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 8:56 pm
"Then we'd best adhere to the preferred style of this expansive dance hall." he said, and with a grand sweep of his missing hand, summoned one of his gauntlets. Butch barked and snarled delightedly in his thoughts, all bounding eagerness twisted up and tied with a neat little bow of libido. His master didn't fight often and hardly summoned him to heel at all. But Maebe was as close to fun as it got, especially now that America had seen fit to blank him and indulge her opinion of him as a non-person by treating him as one.
He released her hand and let the other gauntlet join its fellow. Both were longer than they had been before the Sahara, a fact known primarily to Lawrence himself. "I do not do disappointment missy." he said. "Not really. People succeed or they fail, they meet my expectations or they do not. I do not stop to care. The only arbiter of success is one's self, the only measurement one's ego." And though he did not say so, like all other weak creatures in this world she would fail and ultimately she could only hope to fail less than the others. "I think you are better than most but whether that bears out is up to you."
With a flourish of razor sharp blue blades he smiled. "I am not a fighter." But this gesture was his gift to her. He could only remain curious if she would make better use of it than America had.
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Nio Love rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 9:01 pm
Maebe had never fought against Lawr. She'd never seen his weapons, and she'd never seen his fighting style. Suddenly, he offered her both, and she looked a little over-eager to accept. Thaw was summoned into her hand, but she was distracted, focused on the long claws of his hands. "Those.." She commented, her voice shaking with interest. "Look fun." A low, exasperated moan sounded in her head. Thaw had suffered enough humiliation at the hands of Lawr, he was not keen on another session involving claws. He was not a fighter, but she felt confident that he was going to teach her a lesson or two, regardless. She looked all too ready to learn. "All right," She accepted his statement, and prepared to fight him anyway. "Then I can't wait to see what you are."
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 4
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 4:21 am
He made no comment on how fun his weapons were, fun itself as a concept was one he understood merely in its relative degrees of motivation, things he proportionally enjoyed were things he sought to continue to do, things which caused hindrance and limitation were not sought on a primal level to repeat and were therefore irritation. Fun and Irritation were the only ends of an emotional scale he could comprehend. Even using that scale his relationship with the weapons was complex, Butch was a useful implement but at the same time was often a hindrance to sleep or to calm rationality.
"It is complicated." he settled for and moved in close to the blonde woman before unexpectedly and with surprising speed digging the talons into her shield around hip level.
Butch snarled and he all too willingly intended to comply. He had tasted America's fear, he wanted to taste the void in Maebe.
HP: 50/50
Dmg: 4
Charge: 1/3
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Nio Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 4
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 9:58 pm
Maebe saw the claws coming for her, and she didn't flinch. She felt the sting of her shield taking damage, and Thaw's disgruntled warning, but she did not react. Lawr's claws were holding her by the hips, and it didn't feel like a spar. Yet.With a smugly content smile, the trident twirled to point down, and swung around to dig into what would have been Lawr's ribcage were it not for the shield. She used this weak prod to push herself back, out of the range of his claws. She'd just taken her sweet time doing it. HP: 46 Damage: 3 Charge: 1/3
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 9
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 7:38 am
Lawr himself staggered back a step at the jab to his shield, too light to even withstand the strike. Butch snarled at the contact, a flash of teeth in his thoughts that didn't look entirely canine. He took the attack in his stride, continuing the momentum into a spin that brought his claws back around in a double strike that raked along her body.
Butch snarled, his voice changing, blurring into more incoherence than usual, raspy and desperate as he gathered fear to himself, normally so starved of the vital energy.
HP: 47/50
Dmg: 7
Charge: 2/3
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Nio Love rolled 2k 10-sided dice:
8, 1
Total: 9 (2k-20)
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 1:36 pm
The claws whirled around until they latched on to her shield, spinning her in turn with the momentum of the hit. She stumbled as she stopped twirling, her legs buckled inward awkwardly until she straightened up again. "You hit so hard," She informed him, with not a small amount of smugness in her voice concerning the recollection of just how hard she had already known he could hit. The sting of pain from Lawr's strike was a cherished memory, and she swerved dangerously close to him as she struck with Thaw's prongs again. She wasn't trying to dodge his claws, but neither would she roll over and let him hurt her without a good, strong fight. That was half the fun. HP: 39 Damage: 3 Charge: 2/3
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2014 3:51 pm
"Should I go easier on you missy?" he said playfully, leaning into her personal space. He enjoyed her attacks just as much as he enjoyed striking her, pain was a tether to the world outside his thoughts, the world that felt so distant so much of the time.
He threw his arms wide. "I enjoy it when people fight back."
HP: 44/50
Dmg: 0
Charge: 2/3
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Nio Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 8
Total: 17 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2014 1:29 am
Maebe looked horrified. "NO." She startled herself at the intensity of her response, and scrambled back to come at him, wrapping one arm around his neck while the other one used Thaw inappropriately, like a dagger digging repeatedly into the man's ribcage. Over and over she dug, weak but desperate shankings that did not relent for as long as he let her hang against him. "Don't you EVER go easy on me." She growled, her voice breaking with a high pitched sound. "Never, never, never-" She was too close, and Thaw stopped digging into Lawr the moment she realized what she was doing. She dropped the weapon, and continued to hang with one arm around his neck, pulling away enough to give herself the breathing room to not be as affected. "I'm never going to go easy on you." She reminded him breathlessly. HP: 39 Damage: 11 Charge: 3/3
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Baneful rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 7
Total: 16 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2014 7:05 pm
The pain was felt even through the numbing effect of the shield, but that was what he wanted. Pain was so alien to him, so rarely felt, so human. It was like watching a movie in another language, interesting but still somewhat distant and unrelatable.
"Then as long as you are worthy missy." he purred, and his voice was smooth as silk. "I will never ever go easy on you."
The white runes across Butch's surface blazed white hot. "And I would expect nothing less in return." And once again he drove the talons deep into her shield, the only thing keeping him from enacting a much amplified version of their personal interactions back when they first met.
HP: 33/50
Dmg: 10
Charge: 3/3
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Nio Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 3
Total: 5 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2014 8:01 pm
Maebe couldn't think of one thing she wanted more at that moment than to be worthy enough, and every movement she made from that moment on spoke to that fact. She lunged at him, even as he grabbed into her with his claws and all but picked her up with their force, digging into her so deep she convinced herself they'd already broken through. She wanted to be worthy, but he knew full well how to make it hard for her to focus. She swung, and missed his body by inches, hissing in frustration at her lack of discipline. She felt like a wildcat, batting thoughtlessly in the hopes of damaging him. But to be worthy, she had to focus. She had to. HP: 29 Damage: 0 Charge: 3/3
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