[closed : // a man can change the world with a bullet in the right place]
Who: Heine Rammsteiner stray_gunner & Lust sonvisage
When: After this exchange.
Where: The ruins.
Format: Idk we will surprise ourselves, maybe.
What: Heine vs. Lust REMATCH.
Warnings: Swearing?
( let the screams in your head be the last thing you hear )
When: After this exchange.
Where: The ruins.
Format: Idk we will surprise ourselves, maybe.
What: Heine vs. Lust REMATCH.
Warnings: Swearing?
( let the screams in your head be the last thing you hear )
A whip of ink, her hair as s stumbles backward, only off-kilter for a step, seconds, really, but by the time she's righted herself, he's fired, and there are---
Bullets.
Again.
She falls with the sound still ringing in her ears before rising to her feet. There's blood on her throat, swirling against the curve of the ouroboros there and changing the brand. A tiny plink as the bullet pushes itself out of her flesh and strikes the blood spattered ground at her feet. By the time it makes that plink there is no longer any wound at all.]
There were more last time.
[Rasp of claws extending - one sharp spear out of many aiming for the wrist of the hand that fired - to pierce clean through if he doesn't move. The rest of her blades only strike the ground around him.
It's a little like a prison.]
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[Smile! And have a brow arc.]
Just a fight. You look like you'd make the fucking rather difficult. Every time I get near you, you move away~
[Just a step closer and no more - to see if her point is illustrated.]
Or is it your way of being coy? You'd have to be much farther away to be out of my reach.
[She also shrugs.]
It looks like I owe you a shirt.
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[-- oh god no. Nononono. He doesn't want to hear anything like that. Hrrrk. (He does, however, reflexively take a step back.)]
I'm not being fu - [...no wait] - coy. [His tone suggests an unspoken 'ewwww' at the end of the sentence.]
...I don't care about the shirt. It would be better if you just left me alone.
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If that's what you wish. Although, I'd hate to think this is the last time we meet like this. It was...
...refreshing?
[Her smile might be a little thankful as she turns her back.]
Feel free to look me up...
...if you have the urge to fight again. I'll make sure you don't die.
[And over her shoulder]
Do you ever battle in the Arena?
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Refreshing. If it weren't for the still welling panic that he feels, he might be sneering.
As it is, though, he just watches as the woman turns away.]
Thanks for the concern. [Muttered, resentful.
The question makes him pause. Did she know But his answer is calmer than he himself had expected.]
I used to.
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[Still over her shoulder.]
I suppose I'll have to keep an eye out for you, then. I'll know who else to bet on, at least.
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