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Who; Mindfang, and open
When; Backdated to yesterday
Where; Around the Marketplace
Style; Whichever, whatever
Status; Open and ongoing.
The rage of a highblood is always a fearsome thing to behold and Mindfang's anger lives up to that reputation. There's a clear path of destruction in her wake and those that dare to come too close get pushed aside, Mindfang's eyes wide and furious, her fangs bared as she snarls. Any object in her way gets flipped aside, items being scattered off tables and then kicked further away, anyone smart taking this as a sign to get the fuck out of dodge. Or the marketplace as it was.
Anyone who gets close enough might see a glimpse of tears in her eyes, blue makeup smudged into streaks. But then again anyone that gets close is likely to get a punch in the face, so it's a risk most won't take. And so she'll keep on knocking thing over, acting more like a wiggler whose been told no then the long lived adult troll she is.
((ooc; For context see this. For amusement the rampage probably resembles this))
When; Backdated to yesterday
Where; Around the Marketplace
Style; Whichever, whatever
Status; Open and ongoing.
The rage of a highblood is always a fearsome thing to behold and Mindfang's anger lives up to that reputation. There's a clear path of destruction in her wake and those that dare to come too close get pushed aside, Mindfang's eyes wide and furious, her fangs bared as she snarls. Any object in her way gets flipped aside, items being scattered off tables and then kicked further away, anyone smart taking this as a sign to get the fuck out of dodge. Or the marketplace as it was.
Anyone who gets close enough might see a glimpse of tears in her eyes, blue makeup smudged into streaks. But then again anyone that gets close is likely to get a punch in the face, so it's a risk most won't take. And so she'll keep on knocking thing over, acting more like a wiggler whose been told no then the long lived adult troll she is.
((ooc; For context see this. For amusement the rampage probably resembles this))
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And what exactly are you laughing at, wiggler?
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I'm laughin' at a full grown troll actin' like they just wriggled their way outta the slurry yesterday. What's the matter, Mindfang? Someone steal your grubloaf?
[He looks at her hand grasping his shirt, before flicking his eyes back up to her.]
Now let go a my shirt. It's worth more than you.
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Which should be approximately five times more terrifying]
Tell me, little wiggler that I crush like an annoying buzzing thing, how anything I do is ever relevant to you? Or ate you simply just so desperate to lose some of those sharp teeth of yours?
[Again she laughs. Her nails on her true hand are kept sharp, and she'll make a point to show him that, running them over a cheek]
Ah but you're wrong there. I'm worth so much more then any uppity little shit of a seatroll. And I think it's time someone put you in your place. Isn't grand that that's somewhat of a hobby for me?
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Nothin' you do is relewant, I'll giwe ya that much. Because you aren't fuckin' relewant to me.
[He snarls a bit at her nail, but otherwise pays it no mind, because in the next instant he's got his Empiricist wand in his hand, jabbing the tip of it at her stomach.]
I don't think you'll be doin' any such thing, Marquise. Lest you fancy a fuckin' hole in your digestiwe sack.
[An emphatic nudge with the tip.]
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And you, you my darling little grub, are relevant to no one.
[She laughs at his snarl, nails digging into his cheek as she feels the jab into her gut and glances down.
And the she laughs more]
Oh Mother. You have a stick, how absolutely horrifying. Whatever shall I do against your little twig?
[Besides throw him to the ground of course, aiming to follow through with a kick to his side.]
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[However, he wastes no time, quickly using his SCIENCE POWERS to lift himself to his feet, extending his wand at her.]
You're a right fuckin' idiot, you know that? I'm the Prince of Hope, and you're no fuckin' match for someone like me.
[And had he not been through the training Dualscar has put him through rigorously, he might not be able to come back that quickly from the kick. But he's a trained troll, and he can take a kick or two.]
[Within the next instant, there's a bellow of white bursting from the tip of his "twig", burning the air as it barrels towards her. The blast is nothing more than enough to non-lethally harm her, a warning shot if you will; with what little distance between them there is, it doesn't leave room for hesitance, better think fast Mindfang.]
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But that doesn't stop her from being cocky.]
A prince? Well that's nice, I've never had a chance to destroy one of those, wiggler.
[She's laughing as the beam is fired at her and only in the last seconds does she dodge. There's a sting of pain along her left side, but she can't smell blood. The most damage seems to be the scorch marks to her metal arm, darking the silver metal. Now more alert she stays on her toes even as she raises an eyebrow at him]
A pretty little trick wiggler. A curious one too. But you'll find these days I'm much more prone to fighting closer to my opponent.
[And so she darts forward, feinting a blow to his face before twisting around to try and kick him forward from behind. Hey, pirates don't fight fair.]
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[Wow, both of these two are pretty damn arrogant. If this was a battle of who was more arrogant, it really would be a close one. However, that's not what is wagering this fight. He grins when he hits, even if it's nothing terrible, but it shows he means business and isn't as easily to take down as she was obviously figuring.]
[And then she's lunging at him, quick little thing ain't she? He prepares, ready to dodge that blow aimed at his face--but it's faked. That kick catches him, and he lets out a pained growl--not just from the impact itself, but for falling for such a stupidly obvious move. Come on Ampora, you took on a planet of Angels, she is one measly pirate! Don't get sloppy now!]
[He stumbles a bit, but doesn't allow himself to fall on his face. Gotta have dignity here! Quickly he turns, shooting off another wave of twining light towards the Marquise, watching for where she might dodge to, so that he may shoot off a second beam. He'll save the witty one liners for later.]
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[She's laughing again, more so when he stumbles. Now, this was an old entertainment she hadn't properly got to indulge in for a long time. It was always fun taking down arrogant violetblood, even if she's just as arrogant if not more then them.
She does dodge the next blow, the light singeing off some of her hairs as she does. Not that it matters, the mess that it's already in. And then she makes sure to stay on her toes, ready to move quickly. Speed and agility is one of her biggest assets in a physical fight, she's not going to forget that]
Ah, so close! Perhaps if you practice some more you might actually be able to hit a blind animal one day!
Nope.
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Come back when you're not a butt]
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[Also, he is a butt, a very hot butt though, you said it yourself.]
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Come back when you accept that butt belongs to her then]
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I mean it.
awwww
ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff
I will toss you over myself]
huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhuhuhu
[Wait-]
omfg
oyyfg
jks I'm agnostic
you're the one bringin' up god
flips
+1 for Vou
+nothing shut up
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huhuhu
huhuhuhuhuuhu
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With a sigh she steps out of the shop and starts following the wake of destruction until she finds the source. Which, apparently is a full grown troll that she hasn't met yet. A few moments of observation later and she just calmly walks up behind her and speaks up.
"So, what did the market place do to you? Because I'm sure that whatever your pissed at isn't here or you'd be aiming your rage at that."
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Rather then answer straight away she aims a kick at one of the trinkets that's rolled off a table, sending it flying across the marketplace. And then she turns to her.
"Does it matter? Is it any of your business? No? Then I suggest you get lost."
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"You see, I would. Except I'm part of the Defense Force and want to see exactly what the trouble is."
Washu just smiles up at her before holding her hand out. "Now, lets go somewhere and talk shall we? It might help. Or if you really want I can give you something to vent your frustrations on. So how about it?"
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"IS that what a defence force is? A bunch of pale whores? Leave, quickly is my suggestion, because I have plans to destroy quite a bit more."
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A scientist that is perfectly capable of defending herself and causing some serious damage if she has to. Though, it would just be easier to lock the girl in a force field box and let her scream out her frustrations that way. So very tempting.
It just depended on how she decided to go about getting Washu out of her path.