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ironwood) wrote in tushanshu_logs2013-01-19 06:07 pm
Entry tags:
- post: npc,
- thread: tim drake,
- thread: zatanna zatara,
- † agent north dakota,
- † aisha al-fadhil,
- † albel nox,
- † annabeth chase,
- † ariadne,
- † arthur,
- † astrid farnsworth (alt),
- † brandon sharpe,
- † bruce wayne,
- † bucky barnes,
- † cassandra cain,
- † clark kent,
- † damian wayne,
- † dick grayson,
- † dorian gray,
- † elena fisher,
- † elizabeth sherman,
- † finnick odair,
- † inara serra,
- † jack frost,
- † jane shepard,
- † jason todd,
- † kara thrace,
- † kara zor-el,
- † katniss everdeen,
- † kon-el,
- † kyle rayner,
- † leonardo (2003),
- † lina inverse,
- † logan,
- † logan howlett,
- † martris drayke,
- † natasha romanoff,
- † nathan drake,
- † olivia dunham,
- † peeta mellark,
- † pepper potts (mcu),
- † raphael (2003),
- † raylan givens,
- † rikki barnes,
- † santo vaccarro,
- † sir mandorallen,
- † steve rogers,
- † terrance ward,
- † tommy shepherd,
- † victor borkowski
Event | Turtle Dive | January 20 - 23 | Underwater zombies crave your briiiiiines
Characters: Any and all PCs
Date: January 20th - 23rd
Location: All Sectors
Situation: Tu Vishan continues swimming along the ocean floor after his monumental dive, but it turns out there are a whole bunch of undead that want in on the party!
Warnings/Rating: Underwater situations, violence, potential gore; to be updated as noted.
>See the comments of this post for various situations and areas available for tagging.
>Each header will be set for a date and/or area.
>Feel free to start your own header for specific situations.
>The Palace subplot will be run in a separate log.
>Refer to the two OOC posts for further details. 01 | 02
Date: January 20th - 23rd
Location: All Sectors
Situation: Tu Vishan continues swimming along the ocean floor after his monumental dive, but it turns out there are a whole bunch of undead that want in on the party!
Warnings/Rating: Underwater situations, violence, potential gore; to be updated as noted.
>See the comments of this post for various situations and areas available for tagging.
>Each header will be set for a date and/or area.
>Feel free to start your own header for specific situations.
>The Palace subplot will be run in a separate log.
>Refer to the two OOC posts for further details. 01 | 02
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Intention; is that what you call it...
[ Alright. Maybe 'competition' was understating the matter to an obscene level. ]
Heh — things I feel to be irrelevant.
[ In this particular instance, 'irrelevant' was Albel's way of saying 'That doesn't apply to me, unless you can produce evidence proving otherwise'. ]
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[But she steps in nice and close to say that, for the express point of whispering it in his ear.]
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There's a tense due in part to the sudden proximity, but only just. Certainly all but insubstantial as far as the sense of touch was concerned. His expression is a timeless sort, except that in this case, the cat had not only eaten the canary, it had seasoned and marinated it first. By way of reply, his claw snakes forward to grip her arm. He digs with no sense of charity and speaks low. ]
And just who are you? [ Sometimes, the trouble with Albel's violent and ungracious demeanor was that he tended to be violent and ungracious. Nevertheless, his tone holds equal parts demand, curiosity, and challenge — whatever the present topic was, it was simply a prelude to something with a skeleton, indeterminate.
Somewhere, Count Woltar was dropping words of marooned wisdom. Untimely, to entertain new guests when your own house was in danger of collapsing. ]
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[If he's causing pain - and he is, in the remotest sense of the word - it does not show on her face or in her demeanour. She has survived so much more than this pitiful child can hope to inflict upon her, no matter his strengths or skills.
In fact, it only gives her cause to broaden her smile.]
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Suffice to say, no Aquarian soldier could curtail their restraint to put up with this without reciprocation. A ghost of a smile crosses Albel's face, even as he flexes the metal fingers of his claw. He had an unhealthy appreciation for experience, and there was no telling what kind of knowledge you might accumulate with one who shrugged trouble.
A less-refined individual would have shown less restraint to cackle. ]
You're no warrior.
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too bad.]
No. I am a killer. A survivor. Warriors concern themselves with propriety and honour. Both are irrelevant when you are on a true killing field. I learned of war as a child, slitting throats of those who begged or crawled. I wore their ears as [her words drop to a quiet hiss, just beside his ear.] trophies.
[She reaches up to cup his cheek.]
I am no warrior. But I have murdered many. Would you like to be added to my tally, boy?
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But he simply doesn't care. Not anymore. Honor and propriety were also irrelevant against beings from an alternate universe, possessing the power and knowledge to create and destroy entire galaxies. It was irrelevant against systems that knew nothing of exhaustion or pain, systems that brandished energy levels in excess of what the known physical laws of the universe should permit.
And he still would be ill-advised to cast aside the warrior spirit that has been forged for him. It was a combination of killer and warrior that had unanimously branded him, to both ally and enemy alike, as the strongest warrior alive. And she talks of a true killing field. As long as he was in possession of the Scourge, they would never be mutually exclusive. ]
Bah. [ Albel's jaw eases against the folded fingers of the woman's hand, settling into a deceptively lazy pose, red eyes narrowing. It is coupled with a silent awareness, and maybe just a hint of healthy overestimation, towards the proximity of said fingers and his own ear... ]
Do you believe, [ His organic hand goes to the leather-covered hilt of her sword, stopping just short of tearing it free from its sheath but close enough that a draw might still be an option. ] that they are incompatible? That would be too simple, even for the likes of a killer.
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[She cocks her head. The gesture is predatory, like a wolf.]
Or the killer.
[She's decided she likes him, and she slides her hand away from his jaw, down to his shoulder and against his chest.]
Now unhand me, or I'll create unpleasant complications for the both of us.
[Implication being: she really does not give a damn if taking him down takes her along as well.]
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[ And almost...
...refreshing, to brush with someone who had a sharpness to them. It had been a long time, too long, since he had encountered worthy sport.
With a quick jerk, he shoves Aisha back. He yanks her claws free of her arm, flexing them out of habitual flak, before stepping away and sheathing his weapon. ]
Don't expect me to let your little interference slip through my memory. I wouldn't be likely to forget your name, woman.
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[She reaches her free hand to her arm where he'd bloodied it with his claws, swipes a finger through the ribbons of blood and licks it clean. And with a smirk that's all edges, she turns her back on him (half a haunt, in its own tongue) and leaves. Somewhere out there there's something else to be killed, and she aims to find it.]