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tentacruelestTh' next time this Barge feels like poking around in my head, I'll be keeping to my quarters. The lot of yeh - useless dregs not fit to scrub a floor. It's bad enough I'm locked in here with you, I don't need to call any of yeh friends.
[Private to Bush]
Was dealing with me yerself so difficult that you sought to work through less offensive channels, Captain?
[Private to Arthas]
A word, my king.
[Can you feel that heavy sarcasm, Arthas?]
[Private to Bush]
Was dealing with me yerself so difficult that you sought to work through less offensive channels, Captain?
[Private to Arthas]
A word, my king.
[Can you feel that heavy sarcasm, Arthas?]
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Date: 2013-11-12 11:36 pm (UTC)[private]
Date: 2013-11-13 01:32 am (UTC)[private]
Date: 2013-11-13 01:41 am (UTC)We are very keen on justice. And when we watched the two of you, listened to you snip and snipe we flipped for it. And I win. There is no justice in letting you continue, holding everyone on edge with the will you or won't you, go after who she cares about.
Well, I'm calling you out. Fool that she is, she cares about us. An we will gladly meet you the field.
Put your money where your mouth is, Captain.
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Date: 2013-11-13 01:54 am (UTC)[private]
Date: 2013-11-13 02:28 am (UTC)[private]
Date: 2013-11-13 02:29 am (UTC)T'night, late. On the deck.
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Date: 2013-11-13 02:31 am (UTC)[private]
Date: 2013-11-13 02:31 am (UTC)[private]
Date: 2013-11-13 03:24 am (UTC)[private]
Date: 2013-11-13 03:27 am (UTC)[spam]
Date: 2013-11-13 04:27 am (UTC)[spam]
Date: 2013-11-13 05:36 am (UTC)[spam]
Date: 2013-11-13 05:47 am (UTC)So can I ask you a question? Before we proceed with senseless violence.
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Date: 2013-11-13 05:48 am (UTC)Ask your question.
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Date: 2013-11-13 05:57 am (UTC)[ He's had time past his initial foolish impulse to think on it, to mull it over with his better half, and now they want to know why. ]
Iris means you no real harm, and her offense is sharp, but men of our stature should be able to handle the nattering of one woman. And she does natter. God, does she.
I understand pride. I've hurt men for less. But here, it seems... meaningless, the longer we engage it. Tiring.
[ He takes a drag, smoke slipping through the gap in his cheek, though most of it makes it down into his lungs. ]
Or maybe that's just our black mood talking. The mirror told us harsh truths, and we have found little pleasure since.
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Date: 2013-11-13 06:00 am (UTC)There is nothing in my life that has meaning any longer. Life now is nothing but a long, slow trudge to the grave. Bloodshed - the suffering of men who are not myself - is one of the few pleasures I have left. It allows me to recall the days when I was feared and free.
That is why I bother.
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Date: 2013-11-13 06:11 am (UTC)Well, to the days when we were feared and free, then.
[ He misses them too, sometime. ]
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Date: 2013-11-13 06:13 am (UTC)They were excellent days. The best ones. There will ne'er be a time come again for them.
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Date: 2013-11-13 06:30 am (UTC)[ The days he misses have nothing to do with violence or rage. The latter was always present, but there was a time it didn't rule him. ]
Well. When you're ready.
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Date: 2013-11-13 12:41 pm (UTC)[spam]
Date: 2013-11-13 04:50 pm (UTC)[ Harvey doesn't notice. He's already on the move, snagging his bundle and letting the cloth fall away; two rods, metal. Traditional yantok are made from rattan, if they're for sparring; these are the Bat's, and there is no way the rattan would hold up under the use that people like Barbara or Dick put them through. ]
[ They feel right, in the moment, in Harvey's big hands. He buys himself some space with sharp flicks, cutting the air with the tips. ]
At least ask me to dance nicely, Captain. God knows we need it much as you do.
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Date: 2013-11-13 05:03 pm (UTC)He staggers forward, ignoring the swipes the sticks make through the air and even attempts to catch one in his claw as he comes forward]
I've given yeh enough advantage, boy. Come here and face me instead of running off like a coward.
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Date: 2013-11-13 11:54 pm (UTC)[ Harvey Dent charges forward, to the side slight, to meet that mutual charge. He's not about to let the man have his weapon, not even when he has two. They're the only advantage he has against the undead monster. ]
[ The claw scrapes over the edge, the noise hideous, as Harvey yanks it free of the grip before it can solidify into something vicelike. But with Davy's focus on keeping the other stick gripped, Harvey swings the other, hard, looking to leave heavy bruises, down to the bone. ]</small
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Date: 2013-11-14 03:48 am (UTC)Dent is at a disadvantage with no projectile weapons; he has to get close to hit with the sticks, and Jones has the longer reach]
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Date: 2013-11-14 04:47 am (UTC)[ It seems even more appropriate now, that he knows what bothers Davy. Now, it's less about Iris and more about... other things. ]
[ Davy's tentacles seize on him, curling down the stick and onto his hand; he's been slimed by worse. He yanks back and smacks at the offending limb, trying to pinch the muscular flesh between the two metal rods, hoping that'll dissuade him from being grabby. ]
Haven't you earned yourself a sword, yet? Or is your bloodthirsty nature keeping you from all the good toys?
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