[ LOG ] - Luca & Belcoot - Confrontation
Who: Belcoot, Luca Blight
When: After Belcoot's conversation with Geddoe.
Where: Outside Luca's room.
What: Belcoot makes a mistake and confronts Luca Blight about the current accusations and kidnappings...
Belcoot: *one hand is placed firmly on the hilt of his sword as he nears Luca's room, having gained directions from the citizens around the castle. Stopping right outside the door, Belcoot takes a steady breath, determinedly raising his hand and rapping on the door*
Luca: *a lot of banging and clunking can be heard in his room until he hears someone knocking on his door - then everything suddenly becomes quiet* ..... *takes a deep breath himself, before yelling* WHO THE HELL IS AT MY DOOR THIS LATE AT NIGHT?!!!!!!!!!!!!
Belcoot: *takes a step back, startled by the reaction -- he sure as hell didn't expect that* Ah, Sir Luca. It's Belcoot here...
Luca: Bell what? I didn't order any bellflowers!!!!!!! *stands up and walks over to his door, using his right hand to force the door open all the way*
Belcoot: *is VERY glad he decided to take those steps back -- the door almost hits him in the freakin' face!* Belcoot. The one you accused of being suspicious? *is now face-to-face with Luca*
Luca: What? Have you come to kidnap me now? I knew you were up to no good with those other maggots. *goes for the hilt of his sword, but he forgot that he left it on his bed*
Belcoot: *keeps his hand on his own sword's hilt, not caring if he makes it obvious or not* Are you going to stick to those accusations? I'd like to speak to you about them, actually.
Luca: And what the hell would we talk about? I saw 'em with my own two eyes. That's the end of the story!!!!
Belcoot: Saw who, exactly? Roy? Lyon?
Luca: Who the hell do you think? ROY HIMSELF!!!!!
Belcoot: *getting agitated with the yelling* Roy wasn't even around when the kidnapping occured. I can vouch for that myself, so it seems as if we've come to a predicament.
Luca: You're a fool if you think you can talk me out of what I saw. I SAW IT WITH MY OWN TWO EYES!!!!! And he suspiciously left the place for a few days, upon returning Thomas is missing? Who the hell do you think did it then?
Belcoot: *sighs, running his free hand through his bangs, annoyed -- they just fall back into place* A more likely assumption would be the blonde man that was recently set free, don't you think?
Luca: And just how exactly would Yuber set himself, eh MAGGOT? *getting aggitated himself with this man - he's obviously part of Roy's group*
Belcoot: I don't know, but how about an accomplice? Or is that concept too novel for you? *can feel things getting a bit heated, so stays ready*
Luca: I told you, MAGGOT PIG. ROY WAS HIS ACCOMPLICE!!!!!!!! WHY ELSE WOULD HE SET HIM FREE? *turns his hands into a fist as he's becoming more and more aggitated with him*
Belcoot: How could Roy be his accomplice when he wasn't even there? *rolls his eyes, not being able to help it* Roy wouldn't attack one of his most valued friends either, and that's the biggest flaw in your theory.
Luca: He was down there talking with him!!!!!! You weren't even there to witness it, pig. You ain't got no right to accuse me of being a liar!!!!!!
Belcoot: You haven't got any right to accuse Roy for something that could've never happened. *frustrated* You don't even know the child, let alone his ambitions and such. You're either severely mistaken, or trying to hide something...
Luca: Then you must also be his accomplice!!!!! You wouldn't be upfront about this if you ain't. You know I'm getting closer to revealing the truth.
Belcoot: I could hardly be an... *holds his tongue for a moment, and then after taking a deep breath, speaks again* You're hiding something, aren't you? Even just admitting to a mistake in identification would've let you off the hook, but...
Luca: You want to die, don't you boy? You're getting on my nerves, and I'm supposed to be defending this place from people like you. Say one more god damn word and I'll rip your arms off!!!!!!!!!!
Belcoot: I'm not backing down from threats this time!
Luca: *immediately tries to punch him in the face for that comment*
Belcoot: *was SO lucky he was ready for action, he quickly stumbles back to avoid the punch, drawing his sword at the same time* What are you hiding, Luca? A guard being this closed-minded is absurd.
Luca: Tch. You think I'm scared just because you have that dull blade in your hands? There ain't nothing to hide, boy. Roy is guilty!!!!!!
Belcoot: *holds the blade low behind him* We both know that's a complete lie.
Luca: Come on, boy. Come at me if you're serious!!!!!!!!!
Belcoot: Provoking me... you're unarmed!
Luca: You better not underestimate your opponents. That'll be your downfall.
Belcoot: Tch, fine. *lets his temper get the better of him and swings his sword upwards from the ground, aiming at Luca*
Luca: *tries to evade to the opposite side where his blade is swinging while at the same time aiming for a punch at his chest*
Belcoot: *at a disadvantage 'cause his swings are so powerful, but a bit on the slower side -- he barely nicks a shoulder, but takes a full hit in the chest and has to stumble back to recover*
Luca: *grabs his own shoulder with his hand to feel how deep his wound is, glaring over at Belcoot* Tch... you ain't that quick with a blade, but you've got some power in you.
Belcoot: *has to catch his breath now, winded* Heh, you're... faster than... I expected... *straightens, looking ready to make another attack*
Luca: *takes a few steps away from Belcoot, realizing that maybe it wouldn't be wise to face a man with more power than he had expected without a blade* Then I hope you won't mind a fair fight.
Belcoot: Oh? ... You're finally getting serious, then. *keeps his blade ready in front of him now, tip pointed up, hilt gripped tightly in both hands*
Luca: *walks over to his bed and grabs his sword* Ah... yes. This makes me complete. YOU WILL REGRET CHALLENGING ME, SWINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *charges at Belcoot and begins to swing relentlessly*
Belcoot: --!? *at least had his sword in front of him, so he manages to deflect the first few blocks with relative ease, however as he backs off, he loses a bit of ground and almost stumbles, his sword being beaten back by Luca's too easily* Hmph! *tries to swing Luca's sword back, but ends up too slow, eating two large slices to his left forearm*
Luca: HOHOHOEHOEHOEHEHEAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!!!!!!!!!! *when he notices Belcoot stumbling back, he immediately takes that opportunity to try and thrust his blade into his gut*
Belcoot: Ugh! *at least is more agile with his body than with his heavy sword -- he makes an attempt to dodge to the side as he hammers a swing down at Luca's arm, however he gets stabbed through his side during the dodge and swing*
Luca: *lets go of the sword with one of his hands -- as he was using both hands to swing at him -- and takes a quick step back. His arm and shoulder have begun to noticably bleed, leaving a trail of blood along the floor, but refusing to remove his blade from Belcoot's side*
Belcoot: *glares through his wincing as a considerable amount of blood begins to soak and spill through his clothing* Haah... *he releases one hand from the hilt of his sword and places it on Luca's blade, trying to pull it out of his side*
Luca: *using his one free hand, he grips on the hilt of his sword tightly to keep it in place* Heheheheheheh.... ACT LIKE A PIG IF YOU WANT ME TO SPARE YOUR MISERABLE LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Belcoot: You... wish... *glares and keeps one hand on the blade, although it's cutting into his fingers and palm. He uses his right arm to thrust his own sword right back at Luca's torso*
Luca: ????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *quickly releases his grip on his blade and jumps back, but not before the tip of Belcoots sword slices across his stomach* You............... YOU'RE MAKING ME BLEED MY OWN BLOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Belcoot: *stumbles back, taking Luca's sword with him -- he quickly pulls it out of his body, throwing it to the ground with a loud clatter. More blood spills to the floor* You asked for it... didn't you? *getting pale now and breathing hard, he takes another step back, looking to retreat*
Luca: Tch... You'd better start squeeling like a pig, or else the rest of you will be on the floor!!!!!! *he's not serious, of course. His sword is on the floor, and despite Belcoot being injured, he would still leave himself open had he gone to pick the blade up*
Belcoot: *he stands there for a moment, contemplating attacking Luca while he's weaponless.... but he knows he won't be able to stay conscious for any longer, and despite hating the idea of retreating, he has to* Heh... so you say. It looks like we'll both have some explaining to do tomorrow... *backs off, still keeping his sword raised at Luca as he retreats, one hand attempting to hold in the blood from his side*
Luca: *twitches a bit in pain from the wounds he has - he refused to show much signs of pain infront of Belcoot as that would show signs of weakness* Heh... you're a traitor to this place... working with Roy and those group of thugs!!!!! *he continues to talk even though Belcoot had retreated, standing in a pile of mixed blood*
When: After Belcoot's conversation with Geddoe.
Where: Outside Luca's room.
What: Belcoot makes a mistake and confronts Luca Blight about the current accusations and kidnappings...
Belcoot: *one hand is placed firmly on the hilt of his sword as he nears Luca's room, having gained directions from the citizens around the castle. Stopping right outside the door, Belcoot takes a steady breath, determinedly raising his hand and rapping on the door*
Luca: *a lot of banging and clunking can be heard in his room until he hears someone knocking on his door - then everything suddenly becomes quiet* ..... *takes a deep breath himself, before yelling* WHO THE HELL IS AT MY DOOR THIS LATE AT NIGHT?!!!!!!!!!!!!
Belcoot: *takes a step back, startled by the reaction -- he sure as hell didn't expect that* Ah, Sir Luca. It's Belcoot here...
Luca: Bell what? I didn't order any bellflowers!!!!!!! *stands up and walks over to his door, using his right hand to force the door open all the way*
Belcoot: *is VERY glad he decided to take those steps back -- the door almost hits him in the freakin' face!* Belcoot. The one you accused of being suspicious? *is now face-to-face with Luca*
Luca: What? Have you come to kidnap me now? I knew you were up to no good with those other maggots. *goes for the hilt of his sword, but he forgot that he left it on his bed*
Belcoot: *keeps his hand on his own sword's hilt, not caring if he makes it obvious or not* Are you going to stick to those accusations? I'd like to speak to you about them, actually.
Luca: And what the hell would we talk about? I saw 'em with my own two eyes. That's the end of the story!!!!
Belcoot: Saw who, exactly? Roy? Lyon?
Luca: Who the hell do you think? ROY HIMSELF!!!!!
Belcoot: *getting agitated with the yelling* Roy wasn't even around when the kidnapping occured. I can vouch for that myself, so it seems as if we've come to a predicament.
Luca: You're a fool if you think you can talk me out of what I saw. I SAW IT WITH MY OWN TWO EYES!!!!! And he suspiciously left the place for a few days, upon returning Thomas is missing? Who the hell do you think did it then?
Belcoot: *sighs, running his free hand through his bangs, annoyed -- they just fall back into place* A more likely assumption would be the blonde man that was recently set free, don't you think?
Luca: And just how exactly would Yuber set himself, eh MAGGOT? *getting aggitated himself with this man - he's obviously part of Roy's group*
Belcoot: I don't know, but how about an accomplice? Or is that concept too novel for you? *can feel things getting a bit heated, so stays ready*
Luca: I told you, MAGGOT PIG. ROY WAS HIS ACCOMPLICE!!!!!!!! WHY ELSE WOULD HE SET HIM FREE? *turns his hands into a fist as he's becoming more and more aggitated with him*
Belcoot: How could Roy be his accomplice when he wasn't even there? *rolls his eyes, not being able to help it* Roy wouldn't attack one of his most valued friends either, and that's the biggest flaw in your theory.
Luca: He was down there talking with him!!!!!! You weren't even there to witness it, pig. You ain't got no right to accuse me of being a liar!!!!!!
Belcoot: You haven't got any right to accuse Roy for something that could've never happened. *frustrated* You don't even know the child, let alone his ambitions and such. You're either severely mistaken, or trying to hide something...
Luca: Then you must also be his accomplice!!!!! You wouldn't be upfront about this if you ain't. You know I'm getting closer to revealing the truth.
Belcoot: I could hardly be an... *holds his tongue for a moment, and then after taking a deep breath, speaks again* You're hiding something, aren't you? Even just admitting to a mistake in identification would've let you off the hook, but...
Luca: You want to die, don't you boy? You're getting on my nerves, and I'm supposed to be defending this place from people like you. Say one more god damn word and I'll rip your arms off!!!!!!!!!!
Belcoot: I'm not backing down from threats this time!
Luca: *immediately tries to punch him in the face for that comment*
Belcoot: *was SO lucky he was ready for action, he quickly stumbles back to avoid the punch, drawing his sword at the same time* What are you hiding, Luca? A guard being this closed-minded is absurd.
Luca: Tch. You think I'm scared just because you have that dull blade in your hands? There ain't nothing to hide, boy. Roy is guilty!!!!!!
Belcoot: *holds the blade low behind him* We both know that's a complete lie.
Luca: Come on, boy. Come at me if you're serious!!!!!!!!!
Belcoot: Provoking me... you're unarmed!
Luca: You better not underestimate your opponents. That'll be your downfall.
Belcoot: Tch, fine. *lets his temper get the better of him and swings his sword upwards from the ground, aiming at Luca*
Luca: *tries to evade to the opposite side where his blade is swinging while at the same time aiming for a punch at his chest*
Belcoot: *at a disadvantage 'cause his swings are so powerful, but a bit on the slower side -- he barely nicks a shoulder, but takes a full hit in the chest and has to stumble back to recover*
Luca: *grabs his own shoulder with his hand to feel how deep his wound is, glaring over at Belcoot* Tch... you ain't that quick with a blade, but you've got some power in you.
Belcoot: *has to catch his breath now, winded* Heh, you're... faster than... I expected... *straightens, looking ready to make another attack*
Luca: *takes a few steps away from Belcoot, realizing that maybe it wouldn't be wise to face a man with more power than he had expected without a blade* Then I hope you won't mind a fair fight.
Belcoot: Oh? ... You're finally getting serious, then. *keeps his blade ready in front of him now, tip pointed up, hilt gripped tightly in both hands*
Luca: *walks over to his bed and grabs his sword* Ah... yes. This makes me complete. YOU WILL REGRET CHALLENGING ME, SWINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *charges at Belcoot and begins to swing relentlessly*
Belcoot: --!? *at least had his sword in front of him, so he manages to deflect the first few blocks with relative ease, however as he backs off, he loses a bit of ground and almost stumbles, his sword being beaten back by Luca's too easily* Hmph! *tries to swing Luca's sword back, but ends up too slow, eating two large slices to his left forearm*
Luca: HOHOHOEHOEHOEHEHEAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!!!!!!!!!! *when he notices Belcoot stumbling back, he immediately takes that opportunity to try and thrust his blade into his gut*
Belcoot: Ugh! *at least is more agile with his body than with his heavy sword -- he makes an attempt to dodge to the side as he hammers a swing down at Luca's arm, however he gets stabbed through his side during the dodge and swing*
Luca: *lets go of the sword with one of his hands -- as he was using both hands to swing at him -- and takes a quick step back. His arm and shoulder have begun to noticably bleed, leaving a trail of blood along the floor, but refusing to remove his blade from Belcoot's side*
Belcoot: *glares through his wincing as a considerable amount of blood begins to soak and spill through his clothing* Haah... *he releases one hand from the hilt of his sword and places it on Luca's blade, trying to pull it out of his side*
Luca: *using his one free hand, he grips on the hilt of his sword tightly to keep it in place* Heheheheheheh.... ACT LIKE A PIG IF YOU WANT ME TO SPARE YOUR MISERABLE LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Belcoot: You... wish... *glares and keeps one hand on the blade, although it's cutting into his fingers and palm. He uses his right arm to thrust his own sword right back at Luca's torso*
Luca: ????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *quickly releases his grip on his blade and jumps back, but not before the tip of Belcoots sword slices across his stomach* You............... YOU'RE MAKING ME BLEED MY OWN BLOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Belcoot: *stumbles back, taking Luca's sword with him -- he quickly pulls it out of his body, throwing it to the ground with a loud clatter. More blood spills to the floor* You asked for it... didn't you? *getting pale now and breathing hard, he takes another step back, looking to retreat*
Luca: Tch... You'd better start squeeling like a pig, or else the rest of you will be on the floor!!!!!! *he's not serious, of course. His sword is on the floor, and despite Belcoot being injured, he would still leave himself open had he gone to pick the blade up*
Belcoot: *he stands there for a moment, contemplating attacking Luca while he's weaponless.... but he knows he won't be able to stay conscious for any longer, and despite hating the idea of retreating, he has to* Heh... so you say. It looks like we'll both have some explaining to do tomorrow... *backs off, still keeping his sword raised at Luca as he retreats, one hand attempting to hold in the blood from his side*
Luca: *twitches a bit in pain from the wounds he has - he refused to show much signs of pain infront of Belcoot as that would show signs of weakness* Heh... you're a traitor to this place... working with Roy and those group of thugs!!!!! *he continues to talk even though Belcoot had retreated, standing in a pile of mixed blood*