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Christopher Young continues to flip the staff around and around. Working endlessly at spinning it faster, harder, for longer.
Christopher Young: About what you said earlier, Iz... I don't just know how to use a katana, you know. When your goals are survival and victory, there should be no foolish notions about one superior weapon or some unbeatable style of fighting.
You say, "[[Dude, that's in your bio XD]]"
Christopher Young: If need be, I'll kill someone with a dagger, a butterknife, hell even a flake of rock if I have to. Or even nothing at all. The ideal here is to be dangerous even when your opponent is fully armed and armored--even if you don't even have a prayer. Always keep your head up, on the bounce, still trying.
Christopher Young: [Hell yes it is.]
Iz, the Ambiguous lets out a low hum. "I really wish I could fight like that," Iz mumbles, "Eh... At least my arms are strong enough to make my punches eventually -hurt- after about five or six hits. I think that's about how many swings I took at Tushen that one night."
Oakleaf Evolution murmurs to the ground, near inaudibly, "And that's how it goes... a hopeless charge with no prayer. That's what they want to see. Heroes dying, trying." Abrubtly, as if just realizing where she is, Oakleaf looks up, eyes wide and blank, and then leaves with a swish of her red tail.
You say, "[[Still gonna be on furc ;-)]]"
Angelus Deamon plays with the fur of the pelt in front of her, listening to those around, which happens to be mostly Christopher's speaking. Oh, wait, no, Iz and Oakleaf too. Her mind was wandering, which isn't unusual.
Christopher Young leans down to pick up a golf-ball sized rock from the sands. He sifts it in his paw a few moments, then flings it right-handed right at the area between Oakleaf's eyes. Hard. "Oh would you SHUT UP about your emotastic life already!? For smurf's sake that's all I've heard out of your stinkin' hole for three months! Talk about something else! Like the weather! Or your underwear! Something, anything!"
You say, "[[He hasn't known her for three months ]]"
Christopher Young: [ICly, I think it's three months.]
Ibn Abnezar stared neutrally at Christopher, remaining silent though having been somewhat baffled by this action indeed. His paw was calmly set around the hilt of his dha.
Christopher Young: [IC times passes faster than OOC time.]
Oakleaf Evolution is struck before she can leave. She makes no sound, but moves one trembling hand to the spot the rock hit... her fingers part from the fur bloody. She stares, either through her fingers at Christopher or at the red on her fingers, wordless, simply standing there, seemingly in shock.
Angelus Deamon takes a deep breath, letting it out on a long sigh, her ears pressed flat against her head. Her tail ceases to sway behind her. She didn't need to look to have seen the rock get thrown out of the corner of her eye.
Iz, the Ambiguous gasps and winces as Chris hurls the rock. Sure, the Human probably thought Oak had the shouting coming to her, but the rock was a bit excessive to Iz. With raised brows, the Being's eyes would flick between the Lion and the Pegasus. For the moment, Iz remains quiet.
Christopher Young, staring daggers and knives at Oakleaf, looking into her eyes with an extreme look in his eyes... says only two words to her. "Grow up."
Angelus Deamon slowly pushes herself to a standing position. She starts to head off to the tent, saying quietly, but still audibly, "Only children throw rocks at eachother."
Christopher Young, pwned.
Oakleaf Evolution's face seems to contort, looking misshapen with the bandages upon one side, and then settles into a glare just as severe as that of Christopher's. A look that plainly says what she whispers. "And you."
Oakleaf Evolution seems to agree with Ange.
Christopher Young: See? There you go, learn to unnecessarily hate me or something. At least it gets your attention off what could be the most depressing life I've ever had to see.
Iz, the Ambiguous blinks, emitting a low groan. Iz definately looks relaxed again, at least.
Ibn Abnezar looked over at Chris still, before saying "Have you been drinking today, friend?"
Oakleaf Evolution[[Heehee.]]
Christopher Young: No. Actually I'm... over sober. I need a smurf drink. That rock was for your own good you little smurf, so don't you dare get self-righteous on me. You're parents aren't alive anymore, so someone has to pick up the slack and teach you right. Either take it and move on or get all depressed about how life sucks and big snowlions are mean and old and smelly and scary and pick on you endlessly. Drop it. Move on. You're in Harshlaw now--and by Tyr I'll be as smurf harsh on you as this town will be. As this land will be. If you haven't learned to cope and adapt to hostile situations by this point then consider yourself already dead. Dead inside.
Oakleaf Evolution says nothing, only scowls, looking muchly reminiscent of... wait, nobody here's seen the guy... so a description, shall we? Brows knitted into a keen, angered looking expression, eyes narrowed yet oh-so relaxed in pose. Then she speaks. "Do what you will. If I am dead inside so be it, long as Vengeance lives it will be completed no matter what."
You say, "[[Oh jesus, I just realized something perfect. MUAH!]]"
Iz, the Ambiguous sighs at Oak's sentence, "How many times do I have to tell you? Vengeance is the path of fools."
Christopher Young frowns, "Vengeance? Is that all you think about? Not only can you not let go of your past, you really are dead inside. For once, Iz speaks soundly. Travel down that path and expect a short and harrowed life. I know. I've walked it." He meanders off.
Oakleaf Evolution watches Christopher's back as he retreats, then begins to laugh as a madbeast does. Once more, both to Iz and Christopher, she repeats - "So be it." Then, laughing still, she turns, and brushes past the human into the infirmary, from which insane laughter sounds loudly through canvas.