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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 3, 2015 22:06:39 GMT -5
Round 1:
Killion: 102 (-20)
Liu kang?: 128
Killion goes to beat the small man's ass, but the old pervert is shockingly nimble, hooking the prince's wrist with one hand and snapping it backwards with the other.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 3, 2015 22:07:52 GMT -5
Nick strides over to her quickly, putting an arm comfortably around her shoulder like they were old pals and leading her to Amelia. "Amelia...it's time to go," he said, then watched as the pervert did some ridiculously acrobatic stunts. "What. The. Fuck."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 3, 2015 22:09:05 GMT -5
Round 2:
Killion: 112
Pur Vurtt: 109
Killian punches and kicks and curses, but the man nimbly dodges, edging towards the exit. Seeking a chance to flee before the rest of the posse joins in.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 22:09:14 GMT -5
Amelia had been staring as the strange bastard somehow turned out to be quite adept at fighting. "Can't yet... need to see how this turns out..." She said, holding one hand up to Nick. "The bastard wouldn't burn," She hissed.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 3, 2015 22:09:59 GMT -5
Round 3:
Killion: 99
Old Man: 90
The old man breaks and runs, chortling as he does. He seems a spritely little bastard.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 3, 2015 22:10:48 GMT -5
Robyn leaned against Nick's side, it likely looked as if she had just had too much to drink, which would not have surprised anyone, when really she was nearly fainting due to blood loss. As Amelia made her protestations, Robyn's head lolled forward as if she'd lost consciousness, before she caught it and tried to focus on something.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 3, 2015 22:11:20 GMT -5
"Us bastards only do when we pee," Nick sarcastically replies. "Robyn needs us, now. Revenge can wait." He motions to her. "A woman can help her much less...noticeably."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 22:13:01 GMT -5
Amelia frowned and turned, then her eyes widened when she saw how much Robyn was bleeding.
"Of course, come," She said, holding out an arm for Robyn. "We'll get you to a maester quickly."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 3, 2015 22:15:19 GMT -5
The trio make it up the stairs to a maester, who has Nick carry her to her room and lay her down so he can work. Robyn's maids are present and Amelia and Nick find themselves without a job again. He turns to her. "Well, that got fun. Nice dancing. Should have hanged the musicians, though. I play so much better."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 22:16:43 GMT -5
"Thank you, though I could have done without the appreciation of... whoever that was," Amelia replied, brushing herself off. "Perhaps I'll give you a private dance if you ask nicely enough."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 3, 2015 22:18:35 GMT -5
"I bet you say that to all the badasses," he says breezily. "We could go hunt that old man down and gut him like a fucking flounder. I haven't gotten to commit coldblooded murder in a while. I guess it's the downside of discovering the value of family."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 22:22:21 GMT -5
Amelia looked at Nicholas, then nodded. "Just ask Clarence Blackwall; he was actually somehow more of a gentleman than that creep." She straightened a few strands of her hair and gave another nod. "Let's find the bastard."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 3, 2015 22:24:28 GMT -5
"Oh I'm sure Clarence was just dandy," Nick said, excited to be killing again. Two days is an eternity when one is addicted to the taking of lives. "Do you find murder oddly arousing?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 22:25:35 GMT -5
"If I said yes then you'd stab me in the back," Amelia told him as they headed down the stairs of the maester's tower. "Murderous arousal and being a sorceress don't go well together."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 3, 2015 22:26:27 GMT -5
"Clever girl..." he murmurs as they leave. "Now if I were an old pervert where would I hide...?"
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