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whitehairedprettyboy) wrote2014-11-28 05:58 pm
whitehairedprettyboy) wrote2014-11-28 05:58 pm
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[ He's dreaming. He has to be.
But even once Valmont's done rubbing his eyes in disbelief, they're still there. All twelve talismans, lined up nice and neat on his nightstand.
Well then. He still doesn't know what's going on with this world, but if it brought the talismans here, to him... he might not dislike it quite so much as he did before.
And so, if you see a guy this weekend levitating around town, occasionally shooting fire out of his hands and/or laser beams out of his eyes, and looking giddier than anyone here has ever seen him... Well. That's probably V. Feel free to talk to him/try to keep him from blowing up something of yours. He's in a good mood. He might listen. ]
But even once Valmont's done rubbing his eyes in disbelief, they're still there. All twelve talismans, lined up nice and neat on his nightstand.
Well then. He still doesn't know what's going on with this world, but if it brought the talismans here, to him... he might not dislike it quite so much as he did before.
And so, if you see a guy this weekend levitating around town, occasionally shooting fire out of his hands and/or laser beams out of his eyes, and looking giddier than anyone here has ever seen him... Well. That's probably V. Feel free to talk to him/try to keep him from blowing up something of yours. He's in a good mood. He might listen. ]
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[The smile on Henry's face suddenly turns very distinctly predatory. The Murkrows all stop moving almost at once, staring at him in alarm; after a second, they all move into a number of nearby trees. Though they may not know what exactly it is, they know that shit's about to go down in one way or another.]
[Without Murkrows to hide him, it becomes clear that Henry's got some kind of purple glow about him, the kind that pulses disaster. A spellbook appears in his hand; at much the same time, plumes of smoke begin to crawl across the ground, coming from seemingly nowhere...]
No.
I really think you should apologise.
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Famous last words. ]
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[Hahahahahahahaha.]
[Valmont, do yourself a favor and dispel any assumption that your little amulets of borrowed power are going to help you here.]
[The smoke moves closer to Valmont, and as it goes, it seems to divide itself into five tendrils; two for the legs, two for the arms, and one that crawls up his back and close to his neck. Most of the Murkrows begin to cluck uncertainly amongst themselves, but a few are watching with great interest, waiting for Valmont to drop a talisman so they can steal it.]
[And then, just for good measure, Henry places a teeny-weeny curse on his spellbook and lobs it at the pretty-boy's head. With any luck, the Swordsman's Hex should draw blood.]
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...Well. All right, this was unexpected. But he can get away, right? He trains his laser gaze on one of the smoke tendrils, and...
And apparently lasers don't affect smoke. Who knew? Valmont sure didn't. Well, so much for getting away, apparently. But at least he can still heal from whatever the boy throws at him.
And speaking of throwing at him - is he actually doing the book thing? Apparently so. It hits him square in the head, sharper than any book ought to be, and he can feel blood dripping into his eye. He can also feel the head wound knitting itself up, though, so that's a comfort, if nothing else. ]
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[The tendrils continue along on their paths, eventually wrapping around each of Valmont's extremities. From there, they connect to each other, eventually turning into some sort of spoked wheel. The man seems to have some passive healing magic going on; if Henry breaks his bones, they may or may not grow back. ...If they do, that's okay, though.]
[He'll just keep breaking, over and over again, until he gets bored.]
[The book returns to Henry's side, held open, pages fluttering madly. In his opposite hand, the magic twists itself into a new form, one that bears a striking resemblance to... some sort of hammer...]
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He struggles against the smoke... wheel... thing, to approximately no avail. Neither levitation nor speed can help you out when you can't actually move. Okay, no, how about we don't hurt him while he's stuck here, that would really help - what is he - ]
What are you going to do with that? [ He says this in the least scared way he can, which... isn't saying much. ]
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[He grips the handle of the temporary blugeon. His smile widens.]
Stuff and things. Nyahahaha!
[And in case there was ever any dispute that this kid is completely off his rocker, it's gone now. Henry is enjoying this far too much for anyone's comfort.]
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[ He says this like they could be anything else. ]
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It's painful stuff and things.
Learn to grammar, seriously.
[And he swings for Valmont's right arm.]
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[ And he screams as the hammer comes down. The fact that his splintered bones begin to heal immediately doesn't make them hurt any less in the process. ]
Ow - all right, all right, you've made your point, I'll apologize to the damn bird!
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You've made him so upset now! Look, he's crying.
[Henry points with the hammer -- and then skewers a sword that definitely wasn't there before into Valmont's leg.]
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[ No doubt his scream startles a few of the Murkrows as the sword sinks into his leg. The healing power should be kicking in around now, but it can't do much if the sword's still in there, which it is. Which means Valmont gets to deal with unbearable pain for the foreseeable future. Isn't that wonderful? ]
Get it out, get it out, get it out - please -
[ Funny how a word he never uses otherwise comes so easily to him at times like this. ]