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 Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2017 7:33 am
Lawrence was well known for his capriciousness and sometimes he'd just randomly be in the mood to do something he never really had.
That day it was the desire to fight someone in a spar. He didn't normally fight at all, concerned about giving them too much of a glimpse at the real him (was there even such a thing)
So he chose someone who already had seen who he was. Peyton had been there the day they found Horace restrained and tortured in the ocean cave. She knew more than most even a fraction of what he was capable of and what he wanted, so he figured she'd do for a fight.
He sent a text, just a simple one which read.
// If you are inclined for a spar, I'll be on the fields in ten minutes. If you don't arrive, I'll simply do my normal training regime. //
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2017 11:05 am
It was a completely shocking sort of text to get. Not only had Lawrence never bothered to try contacting her before, but the reason for it--a spar?--was something Peyton was sure he had adamantly avoided engaging in in the past. She would have been suspicious to begin with, based just on who was reaching out at her, but the reason...well, she was justifiably wary. Enough so that she'd sent out a few texts of her own before heading out there to meet the blonde. When dealing with Lawrence, she never really knew what to expect...well, no. That wasn't entirely true. She had just begun to expect something horrible whenever dealing with the sociopath. As she approached him, hair up and clothing casual, her expression guarded and her arms crossed. Not exactly happy to be there, she was never happy to be in his presence, but if she said she wasn't just a little bit excited for this, she'd be lying. Peyton had been wanting to tear into his smug, silver tongued face since she'd seen what he'd done to America's chest. Which had only grown when they'd rescued Horace. "So, what's the game?" Because there had to be a game, didn't there?
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2017 1:49 pm
Lawrence smirked with evident delight when Peyton showed up at the training fields. He wasn’t actually expecting her to show, fully anticipating a resolute rejection. He was dressed casually by his standards, refusing to sink to a t shirt and opting for a casual shirt instead with his sleeves rolled up. He looked cheery, his hair getting longer than it had been on the island before, it only contributed to the harmless hippy dad image he seemed to be cultivating.
But she knew better.
“Game, my dear girl?” He said, deliberately emphasising the word girl.
“No game, just a man looking for a spar is all. Tired of fighting sticks, no fun at all. And you are a sun hunter, surely that will be fun?”
And he deliberately let his gaze flick over her in an obvious appraising gesture. “I was hoping you’d have dressed up for me a little more.”
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Posted: Sun Nov 05, 2017 11:16 am
That delighted smile cutting across his face was enough to send a cold chill down the petite Sun's back and she was caught in an instant of not knowing if she should hide her reaction to him, or let him see just how much he disgusted her. If he wasn't already aware, of course. She couldn't imagine he didn't at least have some idea of how she felt about him. He was a lot of things, but stupid wasn't one of them. Him calling her 'girl' wouldn't win him much of a reaction. Peyton had been dealing with that sort of thing her entire life. Always small, always youthful, always mistaken for younger, or just underestimated, but that was fine. If he didn't see her as a threat, then that'd just give her an advantage in all this. "It's always a game with you," she returned easily, paying very little mind to the way he looked her over. If anything, cocking her hip a bit further, exaggerating the casual fall of the t-shirt that hung off one shoulder. "And why would I dress up for you, of all people?" Chuckling, she shook her head. She didn't want to attract him, entice him, or excite him. She didn't want him touching her.
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Posted: Sun Nov 05, 2017 2:30 pm
"I don't really consider it a game when I win all the time, where's the fun in that?" It was how he dealt with anything which managed to dent his fragile ego, spinning things in a way which ultimately meant he had won. It was why he wasn't afraid to fight her, because in his head there was no way to lose, everything was a win-win scenario and it was his armour.
He gave her a cheeky smirk. "Because it's textbook tactics for dealing with a psychopath." he said. "And that's what you think I am right? It's what detectives and agents do, act like their type, entice them in a bit, get them on your side."
His smirk took on a bit of a cruel edge and he summoned his claws, chains and blue armour twisting up along his arms. He wiggled all ten of his fingers. "But you are correct." he said, "That is a bit too intelligent for you isn't it?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 5:01 am
Pale eyes rolled at the idea that he always won, but there really wasn't much are could say against it, and the fact of the matter remained, he did manage to get away with a lot of s**t. It was a never ending frustration of hers to see him walking around free, because she knew what he'd done, what he was capable of, and had gotten little more for his crimes than a sleep on the, well, stump. His needling though, that fell flat. "That's exactly what you are, but you're wrong." Glossed lips tugged in a small smile. "You only play along when you're trying to tap them, and I already know what you are. I don't need to get close enough to peek behind the curtain. I've already seen the whole bloody stage." This want an attempt to put a stop to his machinations, this was a chance to indulge in something she had waved to do for years now. What are been tempted to do time and time again, but had never been afforded an opportunity that would result in disciplinary actions. If she attacked him outside of a spar, she'd better be willing to take him out completely, and confident in her ability to do so. If she was going to face awful consequences, it needed to be worth it. < You could cause more harm if you went out side the wards...> Even as he suggested it, she could hear the hesitation in Warrick's voice. Torn between two very conflicting desires. I know, and so can he. I won't give him the chance to send me to the infirmary, or worse. Yet. She summoned her weapons.
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Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice:
3, 9
Total: 12 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 5:21 am
Lawrence didn't drop his amused smile. "Oh so you know me eh? That's facinating. There are a lot of people who seem to think they know me and most of them have proven in time to be wrong, to their own ultimate detriment." Still, he knew that Peyton was aware of considerably more than the average hunter, particularly with her speaking to Taym rather frequently before he died.
The implication that he was somehow uninteresting needled his ego though and it was enough (along with Butch's usual slavering barks and yells) to stir him into action.
"Let's begin, shall we?" he said politely, and with the usual startling speed and brutality for such a small frail looking figure he leapt towards her, aiming his claws at her throat.
HP: 60/60
Dmg: 6
Charge: 1/3
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Beejoux rolled 2 12-sided dice:
2, 12
Total: 14 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 6:07 am
"I know things you wish I didn't." She wasn't going to sit there and pretend we knew him well as a person, and there was absolutely no desire in her to remedy that. She didn't care what he liked to eat, or his favorite type of music. "That's all I need to know. The rest I couldn't give two shits about."
Something she'd said seemed to spurn him into motion, or perhaps he'd simply gotten bored talking, but either way, the classes came out at last, and there was a moment of shock over the nature of his weapon, a split second of hesitation, and that was all it would take for those blue blades to catch the side if her neck before she could divert the worst of it with a hard smack from the hilt of one of her daggers. Metal ringing against metal.
It left an opening for her to exploit, and she rolled on her heel, body twisting into him, so she could aim the curved tip of one blade towards the meat of his body. Her other hand, dagger and all, coming around to push into the hilt to dig it that much deeper.
HP: 54
DMG: 8
CHG: 1/3
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Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice:
9, 3
Total: 12 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 6:22 am
"Fiessty." Lawrence hissed approvingly as the dagger struck true, the pain fairly intense even in spite of Butch taking the lethality out of the strike. He enjoyed pain somewhat, it was much like hunger in that it was something sharp and keen, something that could take attention away from the calm quiet of his thoughts.
"Tell me." he said, and there was something lively in his voice. "Do you ever think about it all? I know I do. Horace. America. America most of all. Do you ever wonder what might have happeend if it had been you I settled upon?"
Twisting away nimbly he dove back in again, using his talons to grip one of her daggers in his hand while with the other he sought to drive the blades up under her ribs.
HP: 52/60
Dmg: 6
Charge: 1/3
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Beejoux rolled 2 12-sided dice:
6, 9
Total: 15 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 7:00 am
Body blows were always worst than the superficial, at least with blades. They made it hard to breath, hard to think. Even beyond the pain of it, the body never quite got over the fact that that sort of blow should kill it, and it takes a split secund for it to realize it's fine. Hurting, but fine.
One dagger pinned, the other hand empty as it circled his wrist to keep the class from sinking deeper.
Her voice was stained when she answered, but there wasn't much she could do about that. "All the ******** time. I'd be worse than stupid if I didnt." It helped her remember, when things were calm, and he was playing nicely.
With a grunt of pain, she managed to turn enough to get the angle age wanted to level a solid kick to the thin man's stomach. Pushing him back, or her forward, just enough to jerk free of the claws. It left her coughing, fighting for a solid breath, but that wasn't enough to keep her from aiming a second kick right at his face.
HP: 48
DMG: 9
CHG: 2/3
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Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 7:09 am
"Good." he said, seeming pleased about this as his muscles strained against her hold on his wrist. "Because it's not something I haven't thought about either."
Butch let out a whine of alarm as they were twisted free, the kick to his stomach sending a sharp twist of nausea through him, bending double out of sheer reflex and instinct, only to find it followed up with a blow to his face.
It was enough to stagger him backwards and to the ground, holding his nose as pain radiated out to his cheekbones.
"Not the faccccce" he hissed, gritting out the sibilant through clenched teeth.
He knew he couldn't be prone too long, scrabbling back to his feet, his gaze cold and flat even in the face of the pain she'd just caused, always a little too distant for what he should theoretically be feeling.
HP: 44/60
Dmg: Nope
Charge: 2/3
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Beejoux rolled 2 12-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 7:30 am
Truth or not, it was said to rattle her, and she had a moment of dread as she watched him hit the ground, hand pressed to his nose, but she couldn't afford to let her mind wander away from the situation on hand. Later. See could worry about it later.
There was, on the tail of that worry, an undeniable satisfaction in watching him writhe, short lived though it might have been. He hissed up at her, and Peyton grinned as he pushed back to his feet. A knowing twist of lips that was meant to dig just as surely as her daggers were.
She didn't know many of his weaknesses, but she was pretty sure he'd just let slip one.
If so, she'd take advantage of that.
Darting towards him to close what little distance there was, she shifted her grip on the left hand hilt to spin the blade away from her own body, extending her reach, and let her swing it across his mouth. Fast, very fast, but not very powerful this time.
HP: 48
DMG: 2
CHG: 3/3
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Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 7:53 am
Lawrence didn't mind pain but he did severely mind disfigurement or any lingering damage to his body and especially his face. The initial pain had been a dull ache, the sort of thing which meant that a wound probably would have been fatal and had therefore been blocked entirely.
The follow up swing stung and was rapidly followed by the sharp familiar taste of blood. He liked the taste of blood, but he did not like it when it was his own. There were times when he considered himself divine, and though now was not one of those times, he still considered himself important, better than others, better than HER. She had no right to shed anything of him anywhere.
And there was the accountability of the weapon, as he reeled back, regaining some composure and distance he snapped internally at Butch.
<> he simpered and whined apologetically.
<Bad dog.>
The cut wasn't overly deep, it would heal, he knew it would heal, but that didn't change the fact that right now it was stark, the rivulets of blood staining his brilliantly white clothing with droplets of red. He licked his lips irritably and when he smirked at her, it was with teeth likewise marred with blood. He couldn't even wipe it away, thanks to the fact both hands were razor sharp claws, forced to let it flow freely like a rabid animal.
"Sneaky." he snapped at her, pale blue eyes blazing with that sensation that was not anger but was closer to restlessness instead. He flexed his claws. "But evidence you have no honour at all."
HP: 42/60
Dmg: Nope
Charge: 2/3
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Beejoux rolled 2 12-sided dice:
4, 2
Total: 6 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 8:21 am
Of all the things she could have responded with, she figured ashrug would be the last satisfying for him. It was a clear dismissal. A message that his opinion meant next to nothing to her.
But it felt good seeing him bleed. Peyton could admit that much to herself, she liked the way the red stood out brightly against all that crisp white. It mared his perfect vision, and marked him as human, when he might have liked to believe himself as other.
The smile slid away as her hands came up again. No more playing around, she knew she couldn't afford to not take him seriously. No matter how jelly indignant hed looked after she'd sliced open his lip.
Charging, she brought her left arm around to aim for a cross body blow across that thin chest, white chest
HP: 48
DMG: 0
CHG: 3/3
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Baneful rolled 2 12-sided dice:
2, 11
Total: 13 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 8:35 am
The cut had made him irritable and it was evident in the way something about the smiling and convivial exterior he'd been maintaining seemed to falter. It was like in the heat of battle he forgot about expressions altogether, his face turned blank and cold.
He deflected her attack with surprising force, twisting angrily while they were close to seize hold of her shoulders and clench both gauntlets as hard as he was able. In an act of generally being a massive s**t he flicked his head while he had her and splattered her with some of the blood from his chin.
"Think of it as a gift." he snarled, the runes along butch lighting up.
HP: 42/60
Dmg: 7
Charge: 3/3
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