[PRP] What Goes Around, Comes Around (Stryke x Zindel)

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When the roles are reversed...

 

[leon_a_darkangel]

Working on one's Beetle situation while on the run from the law wasn't exactly something Stryke had really thought about until reality had settled in. Without working for the cafe, finding a means to meet ends sometimes meant going out of his way to procure means of filling his pouch. It wasn't exactly his proudest moment, but in disguise under a false yellowblood identity he'd adopted it made it just marginally easier to accept the changes that had come with the fallout following the flight from Busthind and the shakedown that had happened to the Phoenix Initiatives old hideout.

Tonight under the cover of the low light street lamps Stryke tried to find himself an easy target to lift their Beetles. Someday, he would repay the favor when things changed, or he managed to get accepted back into society under a false id to continue supplies being brought in as needed. For now, that was a distant thought, right now things like food and how he'd get back to Salamire Outpost in a timely fashion.

The first troll he spotted was fairly tall. Keeping his head down, he lightly pulled on the hat he'd pulled over his skull. It made the horn caps easier to play off. His horns had gotten larger gradually, meaning he had to get creative with them.With his hair pulled back and tightly braided it even could pass as a shorter style then his longer hair would otherwise suggest. The darker yellowblood of his disguise was only marginally off his own hue, but enough to be unique at least. His fake symbol was easy to spot on his jacket.

Picking up speed slightly, Stryke pulled a gloved hand from his pocket. Reaching out, he snatched at the other trolls pouch, gently bumping into him. "Eh? Sorry, 'scuse me." Stryke muttered before quickly pulling back and moving to turn down the street opposite the other hoping the theft would go unnoticed with any luck.

Sure it was shifty, but pride aside Stryke had made up his mind to go through with it. There was no turning back now.

HP: 20/20
DMG: 1 DMG
Power: Novice Defensive - Style B: 1/1

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hope this works

 

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Zindel dealt 0 damage.

Zindel had been traveling with some pals. He was one out of three, standing on the outside border of the two, seemingly bored. The other two were other Battle Dancers, seemingly popular ones, and he couldn't help but feel like being around the other two was a drain. He tried to contribute to the conversation some, but it was fairly half-hearted. He wanted to go to his hive and try to learn more reading. It was fun, and Chiara was actually trying to help him with it, in her own strange way.

When he was bumped, he hadn't noticed much of it. He merely murmured an it's alright under his breath, before he continued to walk. It'd taken him a second before his hands traveled to his money pouch, only to find it wasn't there. Zindel blinked. Did he just-- Zindel turned around quickly, watching the figure quickly tumble into the next street. Zindel stared behind him blankly. Was I just robbed? Zindel wondered, feeling his feet begin to follow numbly. "Sorry guys, it was a nice chat, but I think-- I'll be right back!" He exclaimed, not even glancing back at them but sending a general half-hearted smile in their direction before his speed increased and he rounded the corner as well. He was thankful he was speedy in the first place, but it certainly helped how he knew NHC top to bottom from doing the same damn thing-- Stealing. Zindel only felt astounded, how he'd tricked with the exact same method several times before, and yet, he'd allowed it to happen to him this time. Was he getting too soft?

"Hey! Hey, excuse me--" He called out, thankful he hadn't worn his floofy pants today and opted for some running-friendly jeans that allowed him to get from point A to B a lot faster than his former pants. "Hey! You! Yellowblood! Give me back my money!" Honestly, he would've given it all if the other had just begged for it. He was known for it. Who was this troll?!

HP: 20 - 1 = 19

leon_a_darkangel

boop :>

 

[leon_a_darkangel]

Stryke had really wanted this little scheme to go off without much of a hitch. Of course he thought he'd pulled it off. The troll had even said it was alright as he apologized from bumping into him. It wasn't even the fact the other was a lowblood, Stryke had just been glad he got passed him without a fuss. The last thing he wanted was to make a scene.

His blood ran cold.

The voice of the troll calling for him was somehow familiar. ssshit! Stryke felt himself whirled around, looking back the distance between them with a wide eyed expression. Guilt pulled at his pump biscuit as he took a step back. Grabbing a trash can and purposely throwing it in the way of the other troll to impede his...wait. Realization dawned on him. He knew the troll in front of him...there was no doubting it. Now especially with him shouting and coming towards him. Zindel. Stryke turned on his heels and bolted then, having no intentions of being caught by him.

HP: 20/20
DMG: 2 DMG
Power: Novice Defensive - Style B: 1/1  

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Zindel dealt 0 damage.

A trash can thrown at him wouldn't derail him, but it did bump into his side and make him stumble. Zindel cursed under his breath, attempting to side step the rolling can and continuing to run after them. Damnit, maybe he was getting out of shape or eating too much-- It wasn't as easy to keep up! "If you give it back now, I promise I won't hurt you!" He exclaimed, continuing to run after the thief. It was almost... exciting, really?

HP: 19 - 2 = 17

leon_a_darkangel

<3

 

[leon_a_darkangel]

Stryke shook his head almost dismissively, although with running it didn't exactly convey his message clearly. "No..! I am not stopping for you! Back off!" He called out as he rounded another corner, his boots kicked up a light spray of water.

At this rate the taller troll would catch up with him eventually. It wasn't reassuring to consider.

His heart was nearly beating out of his chest, he was faster than he'd given him credit. "I won't give you the opportunity to catch up." He muttered, more to himself than anything. Although it was beginning to look like he had gotten himself in over his head.

HP: 20/20
DMG: Miss
Power: Novice Defensive - Style B: 1/1  

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Zindel dealt 0 damage.

Legs getting splashed with the water, Zindel continued the chase, feeling himself get ticked off a little. "I would've-- Just given it to you if you'd asked!" He exclaimed, almost bumping into a group of people before apologizing with a wink and continuing to move. Thankfully, there was a shortcut nearby-- He slid through the alley, body propelling himself over a ledge and straight into the yellowbloods path. "Just give it up already!"

HP: 17

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[leon_a_darkangel]

Stryke looked alarmed as he realized Zindel was more determined than he'd ever really given the troll credit. Turning to look at him, he nearly crashed to the floor as he kept pulling things in the way as quickly as he could to impede the others running for him. "Oh yes..because walking up to someone.." He panted out, irritated he was having this conversation. He felt shitty enough for having stolen to begin with. "And just demand to give me your money works!?" Stryke snapped back at him as he dodged passed trolls walking down one particular street. Stryke realized he'd never loose him running on a main street, even without knowing where he was going he abruptly tried turning down another path sent in a panic when the other abruptly appeared in front of him.

It reminded him of the hunt in the swamp. "No...I'm sorry, just turn around..pleasse." His eyes darted nervously looking for an out from the situation. Zindel didn't have a gun..but it did nothing to calm his nerves. The city was just as looming as the swamp had been, he felt caged. Stryke felt a cold sweat breaking out as his anxiety continued to elevate the longer the chase went on. If he was lucky, he'd give up eventually..right?

Backing up a few steps, he turned abruptly then not waiting to hear the others response as he took off running back the way he'd come. Stryke felt ridiculous running like a scared wiggler..but facing the other in light of his guilty performance was utterly mortifying.

HP: 20/20
DMG: 3 DMG
Power: Novice Defensive - Style B: 1/1  

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Zindel dealt 0 damage.

Zindel felt his cheeks redden at the point he brought up, stumbling to reply. "I-- I didn't mean it like that, I meant-- More like-- begging!" Zindel exclaimed, hearing a familiar ss before feeling his thoughts stop. "W-wait--" Was that... Zindel neared the troll, aiming to close the distance between them.

HP: 17 - 3 = 14

leon_a_darkangel

 

[leon_a_darkangel]

Stryke had no idea where he was going. Hearing him call out wait had sent him running all the faster, swearing out loud as he realized it was entirely likely he'd just given himself away. With each twist and turn, it lead him further into the depth of New Hemisect City. He'd only explored in passing, this was intimate knowledge he never thought he'd need to engage in.

There wasn't much time to think. As he looked down the alley he'd turned into, a fence near the end caught his attention. He more or less jumped, fingers latching onto the metal as he tried climbing. His fingers gripped tightly as he pulled himself up, boots struggling to find a firm foothold. It made the process difficult, and not nearly as easy as he'd hoped for.

HP: 20/20
DMG: 2 DMG
Power: Novice Defensive - Style B: 1/1  

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Zindel dealt 2 damage.

Zindel ran after him, feeling slight desperation in his body as he watched the other scramble for the fence. He was slow though, and Zindel was fast. He caught up easily, his tallness making it easier for him to wrench the other off the fence in one fluid, angry jerk. He'd prepared a loud speech for him in his head, feeling very deserving of his own hard earned beetles in this second before seeing the face behind the hood. Zindel froze, hands tensing around the others wrist before Zindel released a breathy, surprised-- "Stryke." His eyes widened, realizing exactly what was happening. "S-Stryke?!" He panic-whispered, stuttering, stumbling for words. "W-What are you doing...!"

HP: 14 - 2 = 12

leon_a_darkangel

 

[leon_a_darkangel]

Panic rushed through the smaller yellowblood as he heard the other's angry thundering footsteps coming towards him. The others stride was by far longer than his, and the time he'd bought himself from the alley at the beginning had long since been lost despite his best efforts. As he tried to climb, he felt the other grab ahold of him. Fear washed through him, afraid for what this would mean having been caught by the other. Even if their last meeting had not been a strained one, it didn't mean it wouldn't spell being arrested, and turned into the empire. Stryke couldn't afford to never return to Salamire, he had lives depending on him..now more than ever.

Stryke's hood fell away from his face. Even with the horn caps for his disguise, he couldn't hide the fact the other knew it was him. His eyes were wide...searching even as he looked up at him after being jerked down off the fence. He appeared shocked as Zindel was. Stryke even opened and closed his mouth, unsure what to say. It was one thing to suspect it was Zindel..but to be confronted face to face was entirely different.

The yellowblood looked at him with guilt lighting up his features. In an act of desperation, the moment the other had released his wrist Stryke held up a hand in a stop motion. His brows furrowing as his pupils dilated with the flow and channeling of his citrine-golden energy. Several little bubbled manifested around the other, before the clocks froze in place creating a time stasis. "i'm sorry zindel..." He backed up, his eyes averting from the other as he felt his heart throb painfully.

He confused whether or not this was actually the right decision. Stryke had apologized already twice, for what little good it did.

Quickly turning to leave the other, Stryke realized he really should return the stolen Beetles. Perhaps he could return the pouch and then leave him? Worrying at his bottom lip he stared at the other who was still frozen in place as he glanced at what was in his grasp before looking at him with a frown lining his features.

HP: 20/20
DMG: 4 DMG
Power: Novice Defensive - Style B: 1/1 Used - 2 Damage Nulled!  

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Zindel dealt 4 damage.

Zindel was so shocked at Stryke's appearance, the moment he was stopped in time, Zindel thought it was because of himself. Instead, he realized there were clocks, clocks freezing him where he was, stopping him in the same position, same movement, everything was so slow. Stryke looked-- so fast. Zindel didn't understand. "W...wa..." He heard his voice start to say, but there was no time, he'd been stopped. Too many questions swirled around his head, but none, none came-- Just frozen, static reaching out.

HP: 12 - 4 = 8

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[leon_a_darkangel]

Stryke stood there for a long moment, dumbfounded by the expression on Zindel's face. He was stuck for that moment in time, reaching out for him with shock written on his features. Time seemed like an eternity when you could pause small controlled moments of it. "h..here...jussst..take it back. forget you saw me!" He motioned to return to being closer to Zindel. He pushed the Beetle pouch at him, almost too hard as he hastily pushed it at the other. The height difference meant he more or less lobbed it at him..watching as it smacked the other. He looked at him wide eyed as he looked utterly embarrassed having meant to give it to him in a much nicer fashion rather then smacking him with it...

Rubbing his neck sheepishly Stryke didn't look back..he had to get moving before his powers gave out on him. The unfair advantage had him running, taking off to go hide in a different alleyway. If he kept low and out of sight with any luck he'd be able to loose the other. The echo of his boots faded as he darted down a street, feeling the flow of his psionics give out around 50 or so steps away from the other when he could no longer hold the time stop any longer.

HP: 16/20
DMG: 7 DMG
Power: Novice Defensive - Style B: 1/1  

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Zindel dealt 0 damage.

The pouch hit him directly in the face. With a loud OW, Zindel unfroze, startled and unable to think of anything but the pain on his face. He tensed instantly, hands falling on his face before catching the pouch as it fell. He groaned loudly. That was not fair. And unfeasible, really. He... stopped him? Zindel stared at the pouch for a second before sliding it into his pocket, continuing after Stryke. "W-wait! I just--" Zindel swerved away from another troll, continuing to move-- "--Just wanna to talk to you!"

HP: 8 - 7 = lol 1 holy s**t

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