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[biwinning]

[LOCKED TO: VANADI]
2o not iin the mood for thii2 2o not iin the FUCKIING mood for thii2.
hey a22hole.
we have 2hiit two dii2cu22.
namely your 2tatu2 wiith my kii2me2ii2.


[OPEN TO ALL (delayed, after conversation with Vanadi)]

2o ii don't normally do thii2 but hey guy2 2up.
who want2 two fiight a pii22ed off p2ychiic.
don't raii2e your hand2 all at once.
ii need two burn off thii2 energy.
come on iit'll be fun ii'm liike a fiinal bo22 level of diiffiiculty.
braggiing riight2 for two week2 iif you wiin.

Comments

[tyrians]

[ she's stabbing at air when he dodges her, and before she knows it, he's behind her and she can hear the energy fizzling and then he's blasting at her. she barely manages to duck away from it, her side skimmed by the psionic energy. oh, look, that's a little blood.

good.

meenah hisses excitedly, throwing herself forward again, using one end of the trident to stab at his outstretched hand and then twisting it so the other side goes for his neck in a fluid movement.]

[biwinning]

[He pulls his hand away, but not soon enough. It isn't fully impaled, but the sharp tip of the trident has deeply cut into his palm. He panics and doesn't think, only managing to move his neck out of the way of the other side of the trident just enough that now his neck is caught between two points of the trident. He growls and bares his teeth, grabbing the handle of the trident to pull it away from himself]

[tyrians]

[ when meenah draws blood, she cackles delightedly, swinging the trident downwards and pressing him down against the ground, gold surface against his neck of her weapon. ]

Give up yet, bouy? [ she grins, pushing the trident down ]

[biwinning]

[He grunts as he hits the ground, his hand still on the trident. His eyes crackle dangerously and flicker as he begins to store up energy behind them.]

No.

[tyrians]

[ she doesn't really note the energy gathering around his eyes, mostly because she's too involved in the excitement of possibly cutting his head off. she cackles, twisting the trident dangerously now ]

You might wanna reconchsider then, yo. You aboat to get axed.

[biwinning]

I doubt it.

[And he fires a blast of energy from his eyes. It's not anywhere near as powerful as he could, because he knows Meenah has no way of blocking that. He knows the full extent of his power, it could have easily burned the skin off her bones, but instead he concentrated it to a physical blast of energy, equivalent to a powerful punch. Hopefully it's enough to get her to back off and not twist his head off.]

[tyrians]

-- Oomph!

[ the blast hits her hard and she stumbles back, loosing her grip on her trident and doubling over, hand to her face. when she pulls back, her palm is smeared with pink blood and she's bleeding from her nose and mouth. ]

Well, now we're gettin searious, huh?

[biwinning]

[The time he has after she lets go of the trident, he uses to dislodge the weapon from around his throat, and toss it to the side. Really, if he wanted this to be an easy victory, he could just take away the trident.

...But, he doesn't, that defeats the whole purpose of doing this. He's doing this because he really wants his ass kicked.

Sollux takes the trident, psionically lifting it into the air, and launching it back to Meenah. He assumes she'll be fast enough to catch it and it doesn't simply impale her or something, that would suck.]

I wath theriouth thince the beginning.

[tyrians]

[ and it totally impales her

no i'm kidding.

she grabs it easily with one hand, twirling it before holding it at the ready, blood continuing to drip down her face. ]

You sure ain't actin' like it, bouy. I know how crazy powershell you psiionics are. Gimme all ya got.

[ before she's rushing at him again, lunging her trident out towards his face this time ]

[biwinning]

[To that, he can't help but arch an eyebrow in skepticism.]

I can't do that-

[He's cut off, rising to his feet again with his telekinesis and dodging, unable to focus more than that while he's trying to talk.]

I'd kill you.

[tyrians]

[ it's taking all of her self control not to go full God Tier to fly after him, but she settles with swinging her trident after him as he floats around, her movements smooth and lazy ]

That's what you're afraid of, bouy? [ that cackle again ] I thought you Alternian folk were shoreposed to be krillin' machines! Let it all out, Captor. [ bloody grin ]

Show me that ya'll ain't a buncha useless sacks o' shit.

[ and she leaps up, her trident going for his face ]

[biwinning]

[That laugh of hers is way freaky. The grin is something else too, with her blank eyes. It's starting to really piss him off.

He dodges the trident again, and again, and her taunting is starting to get to him. Crackles of red and blue flare every few seconds behind his glasses.]

I can't, or I'll kill you, you can't want that!

[And then she leaps, and he tries to dodge, but he's bending over backwards in an awkward way and vulnerable. And he knows it. It's a last second means of defense when he reaches up to grab her trident too, to try and keep her from stabbing him again.]

[tyrians]

[ she lets him grab her trident but she's taking that opportunity to yank it back towards her and if he's still holding onto it, pulling him close -- almost face to face with her and hissing delightedly. ]

I don't think you can. I think you're just makin' that up because you're too big of a wriggler to acshorelly try and be cool and do somefin for once.

You're scared, home skillet. You're scared of acshorelly mannin' up. That's pathetic, yo!

[ before she moves to punch him in the face ]

[biwinning]

[Oh wow that is way too close to fishbreath over here. He tries to pull his face away as far as he can while still very, very close, and it winds up just not going well. His reply winds up getting spit on her in return, because lisps are horrible.]

Fuck you! Fine! You want to thee thomething? I'll show you thometh-

[And then he's punched in the face, lets go of the trident, and falls to the ground. Captors, man.]

[tyrians]

[ she giggles, sliding over and proceeding to sit on his chest, jabbing the trident into the ground next to him ]

Like I said, dude. Pathetic.

[biwinning]

[Guess what Meenah, you're not as light as you think you are. He looks up at her as she sits on him and frowns, trying to shove her off.]

I wath't ready. You're really fucking rude, interrupting people when they're talking.

[He wrinkles his nose a few times, then raises a hand to his nose, yep, it's bleeding. Matching nosebleeds now.]

Ugh, thith again...

[tyrians]

[ she just crosses her legs. it's pretty clear she's not going anywhere. ]

Yeah, sure, dude. We all min-know its cause you ain't got nofin on me. Get sicker than we can go at it again, yo.

[ she sees the nosebleed and grins, pink blood still staining her teeth before reaching her hand on her lip, smearing the blood, and then pressing her bloodied fingertips on his glasses ]

I didn't even hit you that hard! Hahahaha!!

[biwinning]

[He pushes her hand away, look of disgust obvious on his face. And still trying to pull himself out from under her. He could easily remove her with his psionics, but he's not using them as a point now.]

Groth, dude! No wonder no one wantsth to hang out with you, you'd probably thpit in their food or thneeze on them.

[tyrians]

[ she just sticks her middle finger out at him before pushing herself up off him, leaning against her trident ]

Anemoneways, now that I totally schooled your bass, who da fuck even pissed you off?

[biwinning]

[Royalty.

He pushes himself and dusts himself off.]

I can thtill fight.

[He sounds a bit more petulant than actually wanting to fight though.]

...And it wath Equiuth. ... You probably don't know him. The blueblood.

[tyrians]

[ she smirks a little at the thought of getting a chance to just beat him up again, but his next statement has her curious. and she does love her gossip ]

Nah, I min-know him. That Zahhak-wannabe. What'd he do?

[biwinning]

He jutht... he'th really thtupid and doethn't underthtand when he'th being taken advantage of and it'th embarrathing to even know thomeone tho thtupid.

[tyrians]

Well, he ain't the brightest clownfish in the anemone, if you min-know what I mean.

[ a beat ]

Why the glub do you even fuckin' care if he's so stupid?

[biwinning]

[Silence.

And then a shrug. He doesn't want her nose all up in his business.]

Whatever, it'th none of your ... fishness.

[tyrians]

[ she holds up a hand ]

Aight, it ain't my fishness. [ grin ] Said I wouldn't pry in your piersonal life so. [ but that does get her wondering a little ]

Here's a thought tho': ebber thought aboat dukin' it out with the dude doin' the mantaipulatin'?