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Landed Fish
Who: Orphaner Dualscar, Signless, Expatriate Darkleer
Where: The plaza
When: Now! Dualscar is respawning
Style: Prose if that's OK with you guys?
Status: Closed, though I may do an open one or network post or something with DS later.
Dualscar was pretty disoriented as he arrived in the plaza. He fell to his knees, choking on his gasps, his gills opening with a popping sound and his fins stiff with terror as he scrabbled at his own, unmarked throat.
The last thing he remembered was getting his throat ripped out by the Grand Highblood's teeth. It took a few moments for his body to realize that he actually could breathe, and that he wasn't dying horribly.
Where: The plaza
When: Now! Dualscar is respawning
Style: Prose if that's OK with you guys?
Status: Closed, though I may do an open one or network post or something with DS later.
Dualscar was pretty disoriented as he arrived in the plaza. He fell to his knees, choking on his gasps, his gills opening with a popping sound and his fins stiff with terror as he scrabbled at his own, unmarked throat.
The last thing he remembered was getting his throat ripped out by the Grand Highblood's teeth. It took a few moments for his body to realize that he actually could breathe, and that he wasn't dying horribly.
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But he sobers at her jibes, startled by her admission. "You don't knoww wwho the Signless wwas? A mutant blood, stirrin' up the lowwbloods wwith some kind a fantasy about the hemospectrum bein' abolished and evveryone bein' equal. He wwas hung from the Gibbet swweeps ago, but somehoww he's alivve here, and influencing the young ones and lowwbloods."
He takes a step forward, not an attack this time, and lifts a hand to rub a thumb across that bitten lip. Things are seeming...back to normal? Not like he had expected when he saw her again, and that gives him a little hope. "You're lookin' beautiful, to me. But then I alwways lovved seein' you wwet."
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Mindfang bites that thumb when he presses it into her soft lips, digging her fangs in, drawing blood. "You're complimentary today. Did her Imperial Majesty let you lick her little toe clean?"
She doesn't know how to deal with him treating her like this. Like a proper rival instead of an upstart kid amusing him. But she can't deny that she likes getting what's her due.
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He only now is having an opportunity to really look at her, and she looks...young. So young. Too young. She probably has no idea of how things had gone, and that has...potential. "Howw old are you?" he asks, his fins pricking forward a little with curiosity.
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And then stops flat when he asks that. "Really. You forgot. Well, I can tell you that any points you just scored have mysteriously vanished! I'm eleven, you cretin. I know you're aging gracelessly and memory is just one of those things that stops working on you, but try to keep that in mind."
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"Simple child! If you wwon't listen to me, then I wwon't bother to educate you about the wways an means a keeping and consolidating powwer in a foreign envvironment."
And he snorts superiorially. "More a child than I'vve seen in swweeps, is wwhat you are. The city can take people from different timelines, girl. No wwonder you're failin' to impress me, today. You're still little better than a wwiggler, yourself."
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And then he says something really unbelievable and also very infuriating. Failing to impress. Her cheeks color deep cerulean, and fury snaps into her gaze. "As if the only thing I exist for is to impress you! You're pathetic, old man, who says you're worth my time?"
No one before him has ever made her feel so...inferior, and god, does she ever hate it.
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Though even as he says that, his expression flickers. He's not sure what state his hive is in, nor whether he'll be going there, considering the Grand Highblood lives next door.
But her blush brings this smirk back in full force. "You do, I think. Wwhen you're blushin' like that at my wwords."
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God does she ever want to smack that smirk right off his face. And then kiss him. Yep.
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Never tell him that he didn't give you anything you wanted, Mindfang.
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Her hands instantly come up, digging her nails into the side of his face, biting down on his lip and sweeping her tongue over the rich purple that spills out. Yes this is okay with her.
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He growls and bites her lip in return. Her blood is filthier than hers, but not so much that he minds drinking it down. His hands slip around her waist, and then his claws dig in at her hips, dragging her against him as he thrusts his tongue into her mouth aggressively.
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"Less than impressive," she deems it, licking some of their mixed blood off her lips. "Too bad. I guess you've deteriorated even more than I thought, old man."
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"Your enthusiasm showws your wwords are lies," he says. "But I havve some other things to take care of at this moment rather than re-initiatin' you into the wworld a adult black romance. Wwe'll meet again, soon."
And he turns without ceremony to walk away, smirking. The truth is that he really needs some time to himself to freak out about his death and work out what's going to happen next. But it provides a pretext for a good exit.
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