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 Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2017 10:25 am
Lawrence had taken enough rations with him for a few days and the guys topside knew that. However that left him stranded for what would amount to at least a few days. Melvin had gotten him a blanket and some supplied in addition to his own and he'd gotten out of the scuba gear - though he kept the oxygen supply close by in case the ocean intruded on him without warning. He'd was fine in terms of keeping himself occupied at least, able to sit and recite old passages he'd memorised or (as a last resort) talk to Butch.
He had however forgotten to bring his medication and after a day or so without it he was feeling rather nauseous and out of sorts though mercifully not half as bad as he knew he should be feeling without the shield.
He hoped Rodney wasn't too upset.
That particular moment in time he'd gone for a nap after many fitful hours just trying to go to sleep and at least, at the very least, he knew no one would interrupt his nap down here.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2017 1:36 pm
Lawrence was asleep.
Or at least, Nash thought it was Lawrence. He was standing beside the man currently curled up outside, Nash dripping water from his swim, plunking drops onto the floor beside him. He debated for a long moment whether he should just step over him or ignore him.
Instead, because he was Nash, and he wasn't feeling all that charitable towards Lawrence at the moment, he leaned over and squeezed out some of the water soaking his long hair over Lawrence's head.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2017 1:52 pm
Lawrence asleep looked smaller than usual and was also missing most of his usual careful makeup and concealer which helped him look a little younger. He was dreaming, something he didn't normally do, and it was unsurprisingly about the ocean, about being trapped down in the blackness forever, unable to move and unable to breathe. It was a frantic dream and one he couldn't escape no matter how hard he tried.
The splash of water on him made him flinch and startle with a sound of surprise, scrambling to his hands and knees.
"Of course, of course." he stammered as he remembered where he was, assuming immediately that the ceiling was collapsing or some other worst case scenario. When he talked it strangely was with a very thick Manchester accent rather than his usual upper class sounding affected received pronunciation. "Of course this happens to me."
His mind caught up with the rest of him and realised that no further water was forthcoming. He finally took dazed stock of his surroundings and his cold blue eyes blazed with fury, his accent snapping back to normal as if someone had put in another tape in a player.
"Oh its you." he said managing to cram a whole lot of loathing into a single syllable.
He'd dislodged his blanket in his surprise and what was in front of Nash was a man in a fancy pair of white silk boxers, a man who definitely veered far too close to dangerously underweight, hairier than one might expect - apparently Rodney had encouraged him to let it happen - and with a long brutal looking scar on his abdomen which vanished below his waistband. He had another scar at the side of his neck, a strange twisted one which stood out with nothing to conceal it. Unclothed it was also apparent that his missing hand had been removed with something supernaturally sharp and clean, the scar neater and tidier than any surgery. Just visible on his shoulders is a large set of tattooed black wings which reach all the way down his back either side of his prominent spine.
His hair was a mess and there was clear shadows under his eyes as he glared at the other man. "Really that desperate for a quick ******** you came all the way to the bottom of the ocean?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2017 2:00 pm
That had not been the reaction Nash had expected, although it was still more satisfying than it should have been, under the circumstances. He would have cared more that the man seemed a little unhinged over his little gesture of deliberate antagonism, but well...Nash knew how to hold a grudge a little too well.
He spread his wetsuit clad arms out wide, smiling cheerfully at Lawrence, though it didn't meet his eyes.
"Just lil' ole' me," he said breezily, dropping them again, Nash arching a brow. His eyes did a slow once over as Lawrence, taking in the thinness, the scars, the lack of a hand, and then sweeping over all again, just to get it through his mind a second time.
If Nash had managed to roll his eyes any harder they would have fallen out of his head.
"Yes, that's exactly why I'm down here," he said sarcastically. "I came down to ******** your former sweetheart until he tells me to stop and it'll be all dramatically underwater and there'll be lots of places for you to hide and watch, as you like to do."
Lawrence was given another serene smile that wasn't humorous at all.
"Why are you sleeping on his doorstep like a dog?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2017 2:06 pm
"You say that like it's not why you came here." he said snippily. "When I'd put good money on that being exactly why you did. Got to keep putting those notches on your bedpost and keep on getting some sense of self worth from Melvin. Narcissistic supply."
He picked up the blanket again and wrapped it around himself with a shiver.
"As for why I'm here, that's none of your business." he said.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2017 2:12 pm
He eyed Lawrence sideways, like he had some sort of contagious disease that he didn't want to catch.
Like stupidity.
"Are you delusional? I feel like you're delusional, but I guess that happens with old age. As for my bedpost notches, I have plenty without Melvin, but I mean, I'm okay with it being Melvin again, feel free to come and add your two cents - oh but I'm not into blonds by the name of Lawrence, sorry."
It was an effort not to add something more deliberately obscene just to be obnoxious. Nash let out a bark of laughter.
"If I'm down here for a quick ********, so are you, except yours is more desperate than mine, since you're the one married and all."
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2017 2:21 pm
Butch was snarling like a buzzsaw in Lawrence's head and for once he was in full agreement with the sentiment. He had a pounding headache, felt like he was going to throw up and was in no mood at all to deal with Nash.
"I am not delusional. I am simply aware that everyone in the world wants something. And usually it's fairly obvious, you don't need to lie to me, you don't need to try to seem like anything other than a hungry slut." he narrowed his eyes. "And you'd be blessed to get anywhere near me, it's no wonder you are scared to fly that close to the sun."
There was the vague desire to summon his claws, sitting nestled at the edge of his thoughts. Would Atlantis even allow it?
"I'm married, yes." he said. "And loyal. You answered your own insult with the reason why I'm not here for the same reasons you are. My reasons are noble."
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2017 2:43 pm
"No, shhh, shhh it's okay," said Nash, in what was clearly meant to be a soothing, reassuring voice. "I know sometimes minds go first when you get older, it happens to everyone, no need to be in denial over it. Everyone ages, learning to accept it is the first step."
The hungry slut comment made a muscle in his jaw flex, the irritation flaring more than it should have, bitter memories and stinging blows. Nash reigned it in, settling instead for the casual patronizing instead, since that was an easy thing to feel and didn't require thinking of his own self.
"I don't need to fly close to the sun, that's how you get burned and die," he said blithely. "But don't worry, I've already been under the sun."
It was a deliberate double entendre. Nash added, "It's funny, I didn't think it was noble to cheat on your husband and pine after a long lost love just with a quick ********, but I mean, to each their own definition, I guess. Tell me - how long will he stay with you if he learns you're still obsessed over someone who's ******** someone else? Wait, hold on, it's getting convoluted - "
Nash held up a hand mockingly.
"You're with Melvin. Your relationship ends - all the better for him. You get married. Or maybe you were already married, who knows. You pine ferociously and pathetically after Melvin. He finds he needs to move on, so he lets himself cut loose and have a good time without you, except his stalker ex follows and spies because he can't get over himself. So if I'm ******** Melvin, and you're ******** your husband, then who's on first?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2017 2:59 pm
Lawrence felt more tetchy than he had in a long time, which was really saying something given that under normal circumstances he was very very grumpy indeed. Nash was rubbing him the wrong way very well and he felt exposed and vulnerable on top of everything else, a trapped wild animal in a cage surrounded by his worst fears and with nothing but a headache for company.
There was something wild and unfocused in the way he looked at the other man, as if listening to some other voice in his head along with what Nash was saying to him.
<>
Butch had a point, and he wasn't sure why it all made sense now. He was being disrespected and he wasn't sure why he continued to let it happen. It only made it worse that he took Nash's double entendre erroneously to mean that he'd slept with Mikael, something he'd explicitly told him not to do.
His claws seemed to almost summon themselves into his hands as he tossed the blanket off himself, setting the splayed razor blades lazily on the ground as if he was leaning on normal hands. The gauntlets reached all the way to his shoulders where they culminated in dangerous looking spikes and skull shaped metal. "I am not pining." he said levelly. "But you are not going to deter me from Melvin either. You are just a slut. I am his god." he pointed a long index blade at Nash. "I could have him back any time I wanted. Any time. So lets not play the who has more of a claim on Melvin game."
He glanced around at the thunk of a locking mechanism in the doors behind them and then back to Nash. "And I am certainly not old. Though, if you like I could ensure you never get a day older."
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2017 3:05 pm
The claws were, for a weapon that belonged to someone Nash had a preference to throttle, reluctantly impressive and gave Lawrence a great deal more leverage than Nash cared to admit. He eyed them only for a brief moment, however, before his gaze flickered back up to the other's face.
You are just a slut.
{ he issss baiting youuuu } Acheri hissed, voice rattling, but it was a pointless statement, because Nash already knew this perfectly well, especially because it was working, a frisson of anger rippling down his spine.
"Okay, see, here's the thing," Nash said airily, ignoring the clunking sound. "I don't want Melvin. Not the way that you so obviously do. I like having a good time with him, I like ******** around with him, and I like talking to him, but I don't own him, and frankly, neither do you, old man."
His own weapon snaked into view, a long, large centipede of a whip, sliding across the ground with a rattling noise. "It's okay, admitting your old is the first step, after that we can get you some nice adult diapers so you don't keep pissing your pants every time things get out of your control."
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Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-24)
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2017 3:12 pm
Nash summoning his own weapon was enough to make Lawrence feel threatened and therefore vindicated in taking action to defend himself. It was easier than usual to just want to wrap his claws around someone's throat when he felt like this. There was no CCTV down here, no cameras, just him and this annoying son of a b***h.
"Keep calling me old." he said calmly, getting up from where he was sitting.
"Keep calling me old."
And with startling speed for someone who seemed slow to do anything, he leapt for the other man, aiming very clearly for his throat.
HP: 60
DMG: 2
Charge: 1
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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 8
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2017 3:22 pm
"Well, okay," said Nash, as though conceding a point. "If you want me to keep calling you old, I totally will. But only because I like you."
He stumbled back as Lawrence lunged, Nash's feet skidding over the damp ground. The claws grazed his throat, barely nicking, but leaving no doubt as to their original intention, and Nash gave a yelp of mingled surprise and irritation, trying to regain his footing. The whip swung out in a violent arc towards Lawrence, aiming for his feet.
"Is that the best you can do old man?"
HP: 38 / 40
DMG: 4
Charge: 1 / 3
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Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice:
2, 11
Total: 13 (2-24)
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2017 3:27 pm
"Is it." he said, his expression unchanging, even as he took the brunt of the hit to his feet, stumbling but regaining his balance on the tips of the long blades at his hands. "Is it the best I can do?"
Old. It wasn't his fault he was old and getting older, it wasn't his fault the horsemen had taken away a little more than they had given. He didn't deserve this, he didn't deserve anything that happened to him, he was tried and tried and tried and sometimes you could only be pushed so far before you had to push back.
So he pushed back.
He strolled to one side and once again went in with a broad swipe aimed at the other man's head and neck, Butch gritting out encouragement through bared fangs in his mind.
HP: 56/60
DMG: 7
Charge 2/3
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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 6
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2017 3:37 pm
He wanted to push Lawrence to the edge, to make that stupid, aggravating, infernally irritating mask slip, because it was unbelievably condescending and patronizing on a level that Nash did not do well with. He had dealt with bullies too much to stop now.
The claws raked across his face, Nash's head snapping to the side with the force of it, a stinging pain exploding across his field of vision as he staggered, trying to keep his balance. Acheri hissed in frustration, while Nash dragged himself back up, a smirk touching his lips.
"Oh, kitten's angry now. Sorry, my bad. Didn't mean to offend your poor sensitivities."
He swung his arm forward in a wide arc, whip slithering, somewhere in the direction of Lawrence's midsection.
HP: 31 / 40
DMG: 6
Charge: 2 / 3
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2017 3:42 pm
Something was wrong. He knew it when he looked out into the darkness and saw a red light. Red was security. Red meant danger. Red was never a color he wanted to see again in Atlantis.
Taking the steps down from the suites, he stumbled out of the building and into the dark, the route memorized from coming down here enough times, from his dream state where Soarca moved for him, and he rushed over bridges and down the long main road, the sound of his bare feet hitting the ground as he didn't have time to get them on before he met the door.
It didn't open.
The light was red.
"What's happening?" He asked, looking around into the darkness as his hands pressed to the cold door before he pressed his ears to it. listening over the sound of his thudding heartbeat.
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