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Anyone mind telling me where the hell I am and how the fuck I get out?

[o-ooc; needs moar roxii? this one comes from a world where he defeated riku among other things, haha.]

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[so he's bounding back like a gazelle on acid, reaching down to pull up his pantlegs. it's amazing he can move like he does with the amount of metal strapped to them, but soon enough those katars are free, held tightly in his grasp.]

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[of course the guy has weapons. his eyes are darting around trying to get an idea of how he could use this new playing field to his advantage. walls? check.. most definitely could be used somewhere down the line. he surges to the side, then forward, moving oblivion over his opposite shoulder to wind up...]


[he's approached the other near enough to swing]

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[the smooth and saw blade cross in front of the offending key, clashing and smacking it away when they uncross, stance much like that of a boxer taken on with fists curled around handles.]

[he's a dirty fighter though, he doesn't use just his blades. he's skilled when it comes to being flexible, a heavy belted boot sailing forward.]

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[holyshitwhatthebnhkldsfjsdklsCTROTCHPUNT]

y-you fuck--! [sucks his teeth and kneels down on the ground. that wasn't supposed to happen, goddamnit all, but he's not letting the cheap copy take his dignity. he grins wickedly, eyes leering at his opponent through thick blond bangs and places the tip of his tongue against the upper corner of his mouth. he drags it slowly along the length of his upper lip.]

.. sssso you wanna play like that...

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[he has to admit, it's attractive. then again, so is blood, so that foot isn't nearly finished doing its dirty work until it pummels him straight in the jaw.]

Because games are fuckin' fun.

[realising.livejournal.com]

[happy now? there's blood. a big juicy drop of it escapes his mouth and trails down his chin. he's also pretty sure something's rather broken, but he could worry about that later. and so, he attempts to stand up.]

's comforting t-to know that.. the only person to ever get me this good is myself...

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I'm not done, cutie~ [it's a blade, but it's held flat down like a paddle, slapping heavily into his opposite's side. he's determined to slap him around until he's flat on his ass.]

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[winces, but damnit if he isn't determined to get back up on his feet. he doesn't actually make it on his feet, but he's crouching. and he's well enough grounded to make a sweeping kick to this other guy's ankles.]

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[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[it knocks him off balance enough to trip over himself and fall, but a lucky lean of balance has him stabbing into the ground to keep himself half crouched, legs scrambling beneath him to get up--]

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[but that's a false alarm, he's giving up with the foot business to throw his whole body at the other blond.]

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[now he's finding himself in the exact opposite position he wanted to be in. no matter, he thrusts his upper body forward, turns slightly, and pins his other self to the ground. both his hands are pressing down against either shoulder and his knees are on his knees, should he attempt to do anything to his man-jewels again. a triumphant grin starts to form on his faces as his blood drips on the other's face.]

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[once he's down and pinned like a defeated wolf, his tongue peeks out to catch the blood dripping where he can reach it, expression rather stoic. he keeps from speaking for a good minute, waiting, almost excited to know what the other has planned for him.]

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[punches his jaw. &hearts]

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[bites his cheek because of it, but it's like a reflex when an arm holding the serrated saw-blade slams its edge into the side of the boy on top of him.]

F-faggot. [but guess who's smiling like one?]

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..! God-DAMNIT!

[slowly drags in a breath through his teeth. hahaha he might as well bitchslap the guy while he still has the strength!]

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[he'll take it, he'll take anything this bitch gives while slamming that blade constantly into his side.]

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[something of a last resort, right? he dips his head so that their faces are thisclose] You can do that all you want, but...[he's grinning now (even though I don't have the icons to prove it) and his lips are hovering just above the other's.]




.. I. Never. Lose.

[suddenly, Oblivion. The broad side of it is smashed up against the underside of his nose and forces the blade up, aaaaand...]

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[oh god that hurts, it does, tears are stinging his eyes and there's blood sliding down the back of his throat, but that's enough to drive him to lift both arms, the sharp edges of each blade clashing into the sides of the one above him, and then he'll saw.]

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[sh-shit, if he keeps this up...]

You're later. When I get done what I need to get done.

[portals awayyy like a coward]