The Absurd Rogue
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Cut purely into hard, black stone and furnished with enough mahogany furniture and weaponry to have a very extravagant and very bloody society function, this place serves as both a gymnasium and a type of debate table for the more physically minded questions.
On one end of the large, rectangular room, a tavern outfitted with complimentary drinks and idle amusements. On the opposite side, a highly trained team of medical professionals fidget nervously and check their time pieces. In the center, a pit with sloped sides, enough room to accompany two people and a very large sense of aggression.
Many times characters have come to blows in places that might not be super condusive to a thoughtful role-playing environment. Now, I myself enjoy a good train wreck as much as any other man of exceptional tastes, but it has brought to my attention, once again, that there isn't an easy way for role-players to act out violent encounters with other characters with out a spew of frustration, power-gaming and ill feelings.
This thread can be used as a sort of debate table for which character would trump over which character, or as a means of practicing these types of scenario (canon or otherwise) in a way that will encourage all of our growths as RPers.
All the forum rules apply, but the general precepts of role-players apply doubly so here. The Delicious Friend who RPs the character of Lamia Lawless put it best when she wrote this little tidbit of enlightenment.
Lamia Lawless wrote:
1. Stick as closely to canon as possible (obviously a lot of people prefer not to. That's cool, too. It's more fun for some people to imagine 'what if' than to religiously dissect the lore.)
2. Never control other character's actions or assume their responses.
3. Don't force people to contend with huge changes to the environment. Like if people are sitting having a tea party, the players most likely want to be having a tea party, so if you come in and burn the house down, or have a bunch of armed neddies swarm the place, they probably won't like it.
4. Likewise, don't force other people's characters to acknowledge huge changes to the universe. Like walking in and asserting that your character just killed all of the Masters and is now the One True Master of the Bazaar.
So, I'd be curious to see if everyone else feels that this thread is nessecary, because I'd hope that it isn't. Even if that is the case, have fun! Mr Iron's Orders!
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Kukapetal
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7/5/2016
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*Flesh-Stick dashes inside and eagerly pulls up a chair*
CAN THE REST OF US TAKE BETS ON WHO WE THINK'S GONNA WIN?
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Lamia Lawless
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(OOC: I've yet to have a fight with Lamia where the other roleplayer wasn't incredibly laidback about who wins. Sometimes you can figure out who has better odds if you talk about it beforehand: Like how many years of experience they have, their size and weight*, whether or not they have any injuries or handicaps.
*Size and weight isn't always the determining factor in who will win, but it does affect the odds a lot. A smaller character going up against a bigger character is going to have to make up for it with speed and technique. Lamia forgets this and goes after people like the Bishop of Southwark as if they're on equal footing all the time. Serious small dog syndrome. So that's a fight she loses a lot.
Fights are a lot trickier to write than most things, but I think it's also possible to determine a winner based on the writing, if you put a lot of research into it and don't just ad lib. Honestly though, I don't think most people have that kind of time, so I wouldn't set it as a pre-requisite or anything.
Anyway, I'm excited about this thread! Fisticuffs! Yay!)
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Lamia Lawless
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(OOC: I finally caught up with this thread! I really enjoyed Elton and Amelia's fight.
Eglantine is a good sport.)
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Passionario
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7/9/2016
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The screams finally stop. Eli's flesh is forever scarred with a symbol in an inhuman language, a symbol of inhumanity that took place today.
The black-clad sadists around Passionario start quietly making bets on the location of the next sign. The man himself remains silent under Eli's burning gaze, his face once again a stone mask.
Finally, he shakes his head:
"We're done here. Bag him".
Some of the neddies are visibly relieved. Others are clearly disappointed, but are not stupid enough to voice their objections. One of them bring the black sack that the twins arrived in. Eli gets one final look at his tormentor before the sack goes over his head.
Three minutes later, the neddies and their eyeless monster of a leader are gone, taking with them the bodies of the fallen neddies... and that of Eli Lowe, Flowerdene Martyr.
(( It's done. Thank you all for being such good sports about this. We now return you to your regular and comparatively sane violence ))
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The Absurd Rogue
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(( Aaaaand scene. ))
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Passionario
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[[ Now that the storyline event has moved on to another thread, I'd like to offer a few comments on Passionario's fighting style and the mechanics behind it. Given that he's both Dreaded and Savage, I see him as someone whose primary goal in any fight is to break the opponent's spirit; therefore, he prefers to go for painful, humiliating or disabling attacks over efficient killing blows. Furthermore, while his Dangerous is fairly high, he's no Shattering Force: in narrative terms, while he has plenty of experience with violence, he is not a professional fighter or soldier, and while he is physically large and strong, his lack of eyes isn't helping matters. To compensate for this (and also because he's a cowardly bully at heart), he stacks the deck as much in his favour as possible through ambushes, weapons and overwhelming numbers. Take those away, and things may turn out differently.]]
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Estelle Knoht
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7/12/2016
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[This is most definitely not an insult, but I have lingering thoughts of your character being sort of impotent and unfit after the repeated Millicent boinking.]
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I currently do not accept any catbox, cider, suppers, calling cards or proteges.
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Zoe DeGeest
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7/9/2016
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Passionario wrote:
Some of the neddies are visibly relieved. Others are clearly disappointed, but are not stupid enough to voice their objections. One of them bring the black sack that the twins arrived in. Eli gets one final look at his tormentor before the sack goes over his head.
Three minutes later, the neddies and their eyeless monster of a leader are gone, taking with them the bodies of the fallen neddies... and that of Eli Lowe, Flowerdene Martyr.
A few hawkers including Zoe have set up little stalls outside the Gallery to cater to the more rustic of the visitors, but business has been slow.
"Eeek!" She shivers in surprise when she sees Passionario leading neddies barge out with a huge black bag. The universally reviled eyeless man! If he is doing it, it can't be anything good, agent of the Bazaar or not.
Which is why when a neddie turn to buy a mushroom loaves, she smiles brightly at the neddie, dip a trotter in something bright yellow then shove it into the bag. "Thank yer for yor 'ard work, miss! Here's sumfink extra just for yer!"
She watches the neddie rejoin the group, and the trail formed by the dripping "sauce". It might not amount to anything, but if someone were to chase them, they will have a trail for a few hours. Or there will be one neddie down from eating seasoned paint, if it goes awry.
[just setting a hook in case one of you are going to rescue poor Eli. kudos to everyone, especially passionario!!! ]
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Kukapetal
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7/9/2016
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OOC: Not sure what Eli and Passionario have planned, so I don't actually know if any of us are "allowed" to rescue Eli or not, but kudos to your character for thinking fast! 
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Eglantine-Fox
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7/9/2016
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Eglantine had been in no state to leave, just yet, and so had been witness to the flurry of violence. They watch, still, eyes wide.
They have had their own grudges, carried personally, but they could not have imagined, or wanted, this. To use children so? To threaten murder to them simply to break Elias? This is not right.
But there is nothing they can do. Nothing but watch, and stand witness.
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Passionario
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The Absurd Rogue wrote:
Eli stows his weapon and rushes to Eglantine's side. "Are you alright? I've never seen her do something like that before and may I never see it again."
"Liar!"
Passionario's shout rings out across the Gallery like a pistol-shot. The Fist of the Bazaar, who must have entered the room while everyone was watching the fight, is pointing an accusatory finger at Elias:
"This is not the first time you've turned people into weapons and turned them loose upon each other. Nor is this the first time when their violence spilled far beyond your feeble control. You're right on one count, though: you will never see anything like this again."
Behind his back, a tide of darkness rushes into the Gallery. No, not darkness - men and women, at least forty, clad in black ratskin suits and wearing expressions to match. Like a cloud of billowing smoke, they quickly spread across the room, encircling those present and watching them with obvious tension. Some sport the Constables' signature moustaches, others bear the zailors' tattoos, but all of them have one thing in common: the neddy sticks clutched in their hands.
Passionario steps forward. All traces of warmth fade from his voice, leaving only barely constrained rage:
"Get in the pit, Lowe."
(( This is a singular storyline event. Please do not interfere until it is finished. Hushed or inward commentary is fine, but anything beyond that will be ignored. A reckoning is not to be postponed anymore ))
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Amelia Syrus
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7/7/2016
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Professor Sketch wrote:
(An excellent fight. I was extremely glad to see that you are much better at RPing fights than many people I've RPed with before. It has been a pleasure.)
[ Would you believe me if I said it's been a few years since I wrote out a fight for an rp? But thank you. I really enjoyed this fight and your writing too. ]
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Eglantine-Fox
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Eglantine snaps at the grasping hand, digging their teeth in viciously. This is undoubtedly a bad idea, but since when has that stopped Eglantine from doing anything? At least this might add a new point to the list of 'strangest things that have gone in Eglantine's mouth.' A muffled growl escapes them, and still their knives keep attempting to carve off slices of fungus-person.
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Siobhan O'Malley, Irish patriot (or 'bl__dy Fenian' if you're impolite).
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Eglantine-Fox
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Eglantine gasps for air, rolling onto their side and coming up to their hands and knees, coughing and retching. When they finally manage to stand, they offer up a brave imitation of their more usual salacious smiles. "If you're going to have shoved something that far down my throat, it better have been good for you, at least." If the laughter is rough, breathless, coming from a raw throat, still it is an attempt, and the composure is already returning to Eglantine, who searches, however shakily, for their knives, and leaves the pit, though their pace is stumbling and uncertain.
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Siobhan O'Malley, Irish patriot (or 'bl__dy Fenian' if you're impolite).
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Amelia Syrus
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"Ya 'eard wha I said. Ya a right mean lookin' bloke, real rare boar ready ta toss 'n land," she grins at Elton. "But yall haff ta wait if'n ya wanta toss wiff me, lad. Do what yer caretaker says 'n get nice 'n pretty thar ringside."
[spoiler][ Putting it to a system just goes back to what I posed earlier. Plus it doesn't really account to the roleplayer's idea on how the character fights, it just ends up being who has the bigger stat at the end. We already have 1 character that is strong but whose weakness is being slow while the other character is fast but is not very strong. I'd say roleplay that out and if both roleplayers are nervous than PM each other on who feels would win the fight before roleplaying it out. ][/spoiler]
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Kukapetal
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7/6/2016
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*Flesh-Stick looks into the pit but doesn't see a river*
*wonders if the exhaustion is going to Eli's head and goes over and gives him a cup of coffee*
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Passionario
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"I said 'DON'T KILL HIM YET!'"
Eli is quickly dragged off to the side, unceremoniously plopped onto the table and stripped bare. Someone puts a rope around his neck: an executioner's noose? No, it's a necklace of crude amulets, each shaped like a horsehead, now pressing against his bloodied and crushed chest.
"Better. Don't let him go sailing off into the far country yet," - Passionario's voice is somewhere close now, - "Now that the formalities have been taken cared of, justice may finally be done. The Spire-Chamber has convened in absentia and found this man, Elias Lowe, guilty of all charges brought against him. The sentence was Emergence of Beauty Through Truth."
A moment of confused silence follows.
"That's Master-speak for 'carve or burn enough Correspondence symbols - which is the language of truth - into him until he goes up in flames like a pretty bright candle'. I'm told that it is, indeed, a sight to behold. But given that I, as it happens, can no longer witness any kind of sights, I'll have to rely on the sounds instead. Specifically, the sounds of your screams. If they're pretty enough, we won't have to go to the full seven signs."
The Fist of the Bazaar steps closer, holding a smoking brand in his hand:
"Now, since you've been so cooperative, I'll let you choose where the first one goes. Any preferences? Face, chest, neck, buttocks? I'll honor your preferences."
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Passionario
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Sprayed with a crimson gush of her unlucky compatriot's blood, the Red-Haired Neddy who was sneaking up on Elias hesitates for a moment. Her gaze moves from the skyglass knife to the barrel of the revolver, then momentarily shifts to Passionario, who is taking opportunity of Ezekiel's predicament to rain a flurry of hacking blows on the being's treelike appendages.
Having decided which of these things she fears the most, the Neddy takes a quick breath and swings the stick at the Flowerdene Saint's kidneys.
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Passionario
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The neddies circle Elias like a pack of hyenas waiting to pounce on a wounded lion, full of bloodlust yet wary of the growing pile of bodies around him. All of them are waiting for an opportunity to strike, but each waits for someone else to try first.
Passionario steps away from the writhing remains of Ezekiel and turns towards its master.
"Defiant to the end, huh? I would say 'I hoped it would not come to this'", - he says, the rage in his voice giving way to smug satisfaction, - "but we both know that would be a lie. Bring them in!"
The neddies who were posted near the entrance as lookouts drag in a big black sack. It is writhing and muffled sounds are coming from within.
One of the neddy men cuts the rope and two small figures tumble out, landing at Passionario's feet. They're bound, gagged, and can't possibly have more than 19 years between them. Their eyes, already wide with fear, fill with absolute terror as they behold Eli's bloodied form.
"Ah, the Winsome Twins, the Flowerdene Prodigies", - remarks Passionario, crouching next to the pair, - "I have once told you that you are an amazing teacher, Lowe, and I meant it. The lass will grow up to be an amazing jewel-thief one day, and the lad will craft the finest forged notes London has ever seen. And who knows how far they'll go from there? Maybe they'll replace you. Maybe they'll avenge you."
He smiles through bloody teeth:
"Of course, that assumes that these wonderful kids will actually have a future, and that can only happen if you drop those weapons right now. Do it, and I'll let them go with no further harm. Refuse, and they will die painfully knowing that you chose to sacrifice their lives and future for the sake of buying yourself another minute of miserable life."
"The final trial has come. What kind of man are you, Elias Lowe?"
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Eglantine-Fox
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Eglantine weeps, not caring who sees, in pity and anger, as Eli is taken away. Is there relief, at not having to see the full horror? Perhaps a little. Is there guilt, at being unable to do anything? Most certainly.
Elias Lowe will not be seen again, Eglantine thinks, gut churning unhappily, but he will not be forgotten. They wrote a song, once, of his crimes. Now, they will write one of his courage, that his name may not die. Someone has to remember. Someone always has to remember.
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And in this case, at least, it's time to remember something that's been forgotten. Amid their cruelty, the men who came here left Ezekiel behind.
Eglantine approaches the battered creature, speaking quietly and soothingly. "Shh, shh, it's only me, I'm here to help you. Let's get you out of here, all right, and get you looked after?"
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The Absurd Rogue
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(( Eli is a tactician, if he knows Passionario is coming and keeps a level playing field, he would be a worthy adversary. ))
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"There is never another story. There is only one, and I try to tell it with every page. I fail, and I try again. There are no new stories; I have this one."
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The Absurd Rogue
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WWWIIIITTNNEEEEEESSSSSSSS
Pain does not even begin describe what he was feeling. For the sake of whatever God you still believe in, I hope you never have to understand the extent. He screamed, but he never relented. Towards the end, his hand shot forward and grasped the rod, as if he was branding himself. During it all, his eyes never left those vacant craters of skin in Passionario's head.
Eli wanted him to feel his gaze.
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"There is never another story. There is only one, and I try to tell it with every page. I fail, and I try again. There are no new stories; I have this one."
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Kukapetal
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*Flesh-Stick forgets his desire to respect Eli's wishes when they start torturing him, but it's still no use. The Neddy Men hold him down and all he can do is watch. He screams again*
"I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU HATE YOU HATE YOUHATEYOUHATEYOUHATEYOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
*He isn't sure if he's screaming at the Neddy Men holding him down, or Passionario, or at Eli for giving himself up or at himself for not being able to help, or at the Neath itself, for its constant horror and misery, heaped upon him until he can no longer bear it. It doesn't matter though. He screams, long after Eli is taken away, long after the Neddy Men lose interest in him, long after he forgets the words, long after his voice gives out and all that issues from his throat is a useless rasp of air. He screams.
And when the meat-puppet he wears finally gives out and refuses to scream any more, he longs to let his mind succumb too. For he understands now. He finally understands, and he knows there will be no peace until the mind gives in. But he also knows there are two things he needs to do before that happens. And so, he reluctantly, and with great effort, tries to move the meat-puppet's limbs. They are sluggish, but he gets them to obey through sheer force of will. Stumbling to his feet, he follows after Eglatine and Ezekiel.
(OOC: I won't be able to get online for a couple of hours, but Fleshy will assist Eglatine with whatever they need (short of murdering someone). Think of him as a silent helper who will assist if you need an extra set of hands or muscles)
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Eglantine-Fox
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Eglantine's jaw sets in resolve. "Right. Let's get you somewhere private, and I'll bring you everything you need."
Finding a private room somewhere is easy. Finding the tools is simple. Finding a body, though, in London? That takes a bit more doing, especially when one doesn't want to harm innocent people. But where there's a will, there's a way.
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A long time later, Ezekiel asks to be left alone and the three of them stand outside the room. Sounds of a scuffle and retching is heard from within. When the door opens, The Tattooed Neddy emerges carrying a black sack with wriggling contents. His right eye is a gaping crater directly into his skull. He slides an eyepatch over the hole.
"Must get Ellie back. There can be no life for Me otherwise."
(You guys are totally allowed to do whatever you wish, rescue him, leave him, have a funeral, do whatever. The storyline ain't quite over yet.)
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"There is never another story. There is only one, and I try to tell it with every page. I fail, and I try again. There are no new stories; I have this one."
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"Oh, you will be perfect," Eglantine notes. "You've been such a loud voice against Ezekiel and Eli that no-one will suspect you of trying to help." They pause. "Come to that, why are you trying to help?"
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"This was never about me." For a moment it seems he is about to take a shot at Passionario. With the distance between them and an extra bullet to spare, it would be child's play. But he flicks open the cylinder and two bullets fall to the ground.
He throws the firearm away and leaves his blade where it lay, embedded in the eye of the Red-Haired Neddy. Eli looks to Levi and then to Angelica, they had grown up so fast, the best of their years. "This was always about you. All of you." He looks around to the crowd surrounding him.
"Each of you have a choice to make, but remember that it is your choice. So, take your shot." He makes eye contact with each one of the neddy men. "I was a dead man the moment I walked into that courtroom."
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"There is never another story. There is only one, and I try to tell it with every page. I fail, and I try again. There are no new stories; I have this one."
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The stick finds his kidneys only as quickly as the knife finds her eye. He gasps for air and wrenches the blade around, twisting her neck to an obtuse angle. She collapses in a puddle of blood. Eli delivers two more stabs as he is surrounded by more neddy men.
Ezekiel attempts to defend itself, but with only one working arm and one working leg, it is quickly immobilized. It is left screaming in pain at Passionario's assault, eventually ceasing it's struggling and moaning quietly, like a wounded animal.
"URRAH! Come on! You'll not make a martyr of me yet!" Eli screams, four mangled humans corpses at his feet.
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"There is never another story. There is only one, and I try to tell it with every page. I fail, and I try again. There are no new stories; I have this one."
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"No!" The word is drawn, jolting and stunned, from Eglantine's lips. They are a scholar of the Correspondence. They know what it can do. And this is cruel beyond cruel. Those amulets? They will keep Elias from dying before the full torment is done. And the signs? If they are all placed, will there be anything left?
With a choked little sob of horror, Eglantine abandons every last piece of their grudge against Elias. He cannot deserve this. Not this.
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Passionario
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Some of the neddies appear to be shamed by the sincerity of Eli's gesture and words. They step back, avert their eyes and lower their weapons.
But they are too few. Not nearly enough.
The rest fall upon Elias in a whirlwind of fists, boots and sticks. Some are trying to make up for their previous moment of cowardice, some are driven by vengeance for the fallen, and some just relish the opportunity to kick someone stronger and better than them when he's down.
Meanwhile, Passionario draws his knife again and leans towards the terrified children. After a couple of seconds of deliberation, he swiftly cuts their bonds and rises to his feet:
"Run, you clever kids, and remember".
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Crushed ribs, at least three. Defensive wounds along both of his arms, bruising the bones and fracturing one of the fingers. His left temple is smashed in, crushing the eye inside it's socket. It will most likely never see again.
"Levi...Angelica...Go..Find Lamia..." Punctuated by the thwaps and smacks of the sticks. "Witness me."
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"Alright, alright. Lower 'em, gents." Eli barks. "She's clearly not in the fighting spirit and I won't christen such an arena with a limp-wristed scuffle. Let someone else take Konstantinopolyska's place."
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If there ever was a moment of regret, Amelia would have being having it now. She thought the muscles were just for show. That the boar was tender. But upon connecting her fist to his rib, she felt the hardened, rock like quality of someone that had toned their body for war. She pulls away quickly, a bit staggered and slow from shock-
An uppercut.
She barely dodges it and feels a deep, throng of pain on her shoulder and side of her neck. She starts stepping backwards, trying to reclaim some distance as best as she can. The feeling of limpness on her right shoulder is enough to tell her she can't use her favorite fist. But she keeps steady, more watchful than she had before and tries to gauge out a better angle of attack.
[spoiler][My responses are probably going to start becoming slow as I visualize each move. If something sounds off, let me know and I'll rewrite it.][/spoiler]
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Amelia's leg stings when the kick connects. Her mind screaming internally as she questions if the boar was secretly a Clayman in disguise. Though her mind grinds to a halt when she sees him topple towards her.
"Bullocks," she huffs out. She's practically expecting him to land on her. But the bruiser manages to push himself away. Just enough that he has a clear shot of her mid-section. She doesn't move, the pain on her left arm keeping her still for the most part. She does raise her right leg and tries to put what's left of her strength into another kick. It's wobbly and a bit weakened from before but she aims it as high as she can manage before the elbow lands straight into her stomach.
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There's a tired grin on Amelia's face as she watches the boxer's movement. She knew there was some odd familiarity there and she knows why. But she doesn't let her mind drift on tired, old memories. She watches his movement carefully, painfully shifting her body to anticipate a blow.
Left, right, left...
She leans over to her left side when she sees him coming right. Then she uses the momentum to try to swing a tired fist towards the bruiser. There's no aim or guide to it. Every last ounce of her drive goes into one last punch.
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[I thought it was more symbolic/roleplaying than actual in game currency.]
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*Flesh-Stick leans so far forward in his chair he falls out of it*
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Elias stands at the edge of the slope and looks down on the fight, ready to call the EMT if someone gets pushed over the river.
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"There is never another story. There is only one, and I try to tell it with every page. I fail, and I try again. There are no new stories; I have this one."
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So what are some match-ups that some people might find interesting?
On a side-note, I feel like the stats that the characters have in-game shouldn't reflect upon their actual prowess. Eli has about 150 dangerous, but I feel like that's too much for him.
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The Absurd Rogue wrote:
So what are some match-ups that some people might find interesting?
(OOC: Lamia vs. Everyone
Who else showed interest in this besides Amelia, Eli, and Lamia, though? And Eglantine, but I don't know if that was a general interest in fighting or not.)
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[ That's what I meant by Min-Maxing. You literally have to get all stats to lvl 100 at a certain point in FL. So it doesn't seem fair to use in-game stats but at the same time what would be the guildeline for stats in a roleplaying setting? I'm with Lamia though. I think as long as you discuss with someone beforehand how a fight should go and the character's prowess than it should be ok.
Otherwise, outside of the fights discussed in the Inflammatory Salon. I would like to see others here.]
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I put three surprise packages on flesh-stick, when or if they fight. They seem like someone who can handle themselves.
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A gentleman seeking the liberation of knowledge, with a penchant for violence.
RIP suinicide, stuck in a well. Still has it under control.
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"I want to see Evensong fight Fleshy!
This is a request taking venue, yes?"
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"Mr. Poole, what about you? Do you fight? Anyone who supports the Bishop should be able to back it up on the wrestling mat, in my opinion." Lamia doesn't really think that so much as she wishes it were true. A bishop with a team of wrestling campaigners. Imagine.
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(V., for one, is an utter weakling. She prefers to talk her way out of jams rather than bust out the blows. Even though I recently hit 100 in Dangerous stats, I simply can not picture her taking on anything more vicious than a housecat. :')
I am excited to see where this will go, however. In my experience, fights are tricky to RP).
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Flesh-Stick: I'M NOT BEATING UP SOMEBODY'S WIFE, BERT.
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[That still doesn't account for style combinations, like a fast aggressive fighter against a slow, but stronger one. I'd say that your and your enemy's fighting styles should be really important for fighting in such a varied environment. More cents for you people.]
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Eli stows his weapon and rushes to Eglantine's side. "Are you alright? I've never seen her do something like that before and may I never see it again."
(( Eglantine-Fox wrote:
"If you're going to have shoved something that far down my throat, it better have been good for you, at least."
That joke basically wrote itself XD ))
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Eglantine's attention goes, almost entirely, to the horrific thing trying to get down their throat, and their teeth dig in harder. Their head jerks back and forth like a dog's, tearing violently. The human jaw, given adequate incentive, is strong enough for a lot of things to be severed, and Eglantine has a whole terrifying lot of incentive right now. They hack desperately at that hand-tendril with both knives, all their efforts concentrated on it.
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A second shot lands just beside Ezekiel. "Down, EZ!"
With a chittering resembling some marriage between a baby rattle and out-of-breath laughter, Ezekiel pulls it's arm from Eglantine's mouth. Caught in the lamp light, it is no longer a hand, but a five-headed writhing tendril, resembling a sentient tree root. It had been nearly gnawed off at the tip. It pulls the remainder of the dead skin from it's arm, hideously mangled.
"I think you need to spend some time cooling off, Ezekiel. That was a little much." Eli scowls as the beast as it lumbers past him. "El Topo, go and see if you can find my lawyer. Might need it soon."
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"There is never another story. There is only one, and I try to tell it with every page. I fail, and I try again. There are no new stories; I have this one."
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Ezekiel stands by Eli's side and neither move.
"No."
He opens the cylinder and spies four bullets. He clicks it back into the chamber and gives it a spin. "We both knew this was coming, let's not ruin the dramatic suspense."
(People might try to interfere, but I'd discourage them from the attempt, it would end in disaster. This is going down.)
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"There is never another story. There is only one, and I try to tell it with every page. I fail, and I try again. There are no new stories; I have this one."
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"Have no eyes." Ezekiel releases a cloud of wispy scarlet gas into the air. "Still going to make This One see stars."
Ezekiel charges at Passionario in a straight line, employing the same spider-like advance that it used on Eglantine. One neddy man in the way is pulverized, sent to the side in a heap of limps.
"El Topo!" Eli turns just in time to see the dastard exit out the back door. "****!"
An enterprising neddy man grapples with Eli only to have the barrel of the revolver pressed into their eye. A spray of viscera and a fallen body. There are only three bullets left.
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"There is never another story. There is only one, and I try to tell it with every page. I fail, and I try again. There are no new stories; I have this one."
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"Everyone get on the floor!" Eli cries out, three neddies trying to approach him as he brandishes a skyglass blade. "Get out while-"
A Tattooed Neddy beans him on the back of the head with a stick and two more blows follow to his shoulder and ribs. Eli seizes his inked assailant and drags the blade across his throat with such vigor he is nearly decapitated. Two more blows land on his back. Another shot and a third Neddy falls. Two bullets.
Ezekiel and Passionario collide, but in the brief scuffle, one of EZ's legs is punctured. The entity around it attempting to force the leg to operate does not work when the knee refuses to right itself, broken quite cleanly.
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The Euphemian Game-Carver, once again, gives up their echoes to the Collector, before seeing the intruders into their circles, and their leader's unusual weapon. He either earned both of them 'honestly', for a genuinely unsettling price, or the less appreciated, but still respected method in the banned sport. Elusive theft. No matter, he knows his fights, and shouldn't be crossed.
While the mind observes the body toils, as the Game-Carver's sky-blue weapon approaches the crooked-nosed bet-collector's head, ready to break his skull with it's thick pommel. Their other hand is at the ready, twitching in wait for the moment the man falls unconscious and, more importantly, releases his grip on that sack of currency!
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No-one hears El Topo fall, The Game-Carver just broke the bank, quite literally.
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OOC: I knew you were going to let her win, Professor. I should have made Fleshy bet on that :P
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Ezekiel moves to attack but stops when Elias tuts. "Wait a moment."
Eli clears his throat. "Eglantine versus Ezekiel the Consumed. Eglantine is free to employ any melee weapon he wishes, while Ezekiel will be restricted to it's hands. Okay, you can go now. SIC EM, EZ!"
Ezekiel sinks down low to the ground in a way no human with an intact spine ever could and advances on Eglantine fast, like a spider, trying to pull their legs out from under them.
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"There is never another story. There is only one, and I try to tell it with every page. I fail, and I try again. There are no new stories; I have this one."
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Well, that's unorthodox. And uncomfortably arachnid-like. Eglantine's reminded of dealing with sorrow-spiders, but Ezekiel is rather bigger, and probably won't turn to goo if stomped on. Still, Ezekiel has only the four limbs, not eight, so that's something. And while in this humanish form, there have to be some limitations...
Eglantine skips to one side and bolts past Ezekiel. Room. They need room to watch Ezekiel, assess its movements, find weaknesses, and that means keeping their distance.
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Siobhan O'Malley, Irish patriot (or 'bl__dy Fenian' if you're impolite).
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Ezekiel churns loudly, sounding like what a broken washing machine might sound like in a distant time as the blade is pushed deeper into it's skin. It does manage to alter the course of the punch and it swings freely of Eglantine.
Ezekiel sees the knife in their other hand coming, but does not try to dissuade it, instead wrapping their free arm around Eglantine's knee on the same side and pushing against their chest with it's head.
Ezekiel is almost horizontal as it attempts this, it's legs digging in to give it more leverage. It's bones creak and protest against the weight.
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"There is never another story. There is only one, and I try to tell it with every page. I fail, and I try again. There are no new stories; I have this one."
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Eglantine grunts as they're grabbed, one hand useless for the fighting, since they're still gripping the knife stuck in Ezekiel's hand, to try to keep at least one of those dangerous fists out of commission.
There is a head against their chest, and that means there is a neck ready and waiting. With the knife not currently lodged in Ezekiel, Eglantine stabs hard at that neck. At least both Ezekiel's hands are accounted for right now, so that's something, they think, though being in Ezekiel's grip is very alarming.
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The escaping whuff of breath as Eglantine lands on their back, interestingly enough, makes it easier for Eglantine to mimic Ezekiel's usual voice right back at it. "Am known to a lot of ones."
They grin tightly, accepting the loss of one knife, flung wide of the struggle by Ezekiel's efforts, and redouble their efforts at stabbing at Ezekiel with the other. Are there no vulnerable points on this thing? Oh well. Ezekiel will have a lot more holes to store stuff in, at least!
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Serendipitously, one of those stabs manages to lock Ezekiel's shoulder, making it impossible for the joint to move. With left arm still grasping Eglantine's leg, the right one searches the ground for the discarded blade ready to carve this skin-suit like a prize chicken.
It has to struggle however, because the locked shoulder makes mobility difficult.
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"There is never another story. There is only one, and I try to tell it with every page. I fail, and I try again. There are no new stories; I have this one."
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Eglantine's hand dips down, and comes up with a third knife. Always carry at least one spare, they'd been advised, and it had seemed like a very good idea. Especially when preparing to enter a facility specifically devoted to fighting. They drive that knife up, hoping to pierce the ribcage, though without much hope that there will be much of anything in there that can stop Ezekiel.
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The first stab enters between two ribs and the third and fourth stab each break one. Ezekiel throws itself onto it's feet, roaring like a goat-demon. It towers over Eglantine before reaching down with it's one unlocked arm and grasping at their face with the mangled appendage, sending black blood everywhere.
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"There is never another story. There is only one, and I try to tell it with every page. I fail, and I try again. There are no new stories; I have this one."
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