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"Harder, daddy~" She teased, not meaning it at all. She didn't really need oxygen to live.
"Harder, daddy~" She teased, not meaning it at all. She didn't really need oxygen to live.
Mashka had no idea what happened, but the next thing she knew, she had slipped out from underneath the table and was standing straight as an arrow, shaking all over.
"Stop," she said, her voice stronger than she felt. "Stop fighting. Please."
("She's not OP!" "She didn't really need oxygen to live." Pick one.)
Gatzi looked on, interested by the display, though found herself silently pondering on why the human had decided it would be a good idea to continue provoking a fight.
Korb, on the other hand, looked away.
(She's a half-demon)
Oleander drew his sword, the blade an impeccably-sharpened obsidian. He lazily ran a finger down its edge.
"Are you almost done being horribly irritating?" he asked the still-suffocating Britney. "This is all terribly boring. Either relent or let me finish you off. I'm thinking beheading, personally."
"Listen to her…" Allison said, stumbling
(Yeah, that just makes her more OP. Did you think that was an excuse?)
"Fuck, that's so hot, daddy~" Britney said to Oleander.
(I said she's not OP, not that she doesn't have any powers)
Peregrine raised an eyebrow at the exchange, but said nothing. She did, however, begin to unsheathe her sword again, just in case something went wrong.
“Eugh..” Gatzi raised a hand to her mouth, almost looking away. Those words just made the whole situation worse.
"Stop!" Mashka cried, collapsing against the edge of the table. She was trembling like sagebrush in a heavy wind. "Stop it. Please." Tears leaked out of her eyes.
Rain started pattering the roof, and from somewhere distant, there was a clap of thunder.
"How–what do you humans say?–edgy of you," Oleander said with an eyeroll. "I suppose you think you're clever, don't you? Making a horribly overused joke?"
He gripped the hilt of his sword–leather shot through with silver thread–and stepped forward, mentally lining up his strike.
"Who said I was human, idiot?" She kicked him in the balls.
"Now, Listen to Mashka, and let's stop."
Oleander dodged her kick and brought his sword up, pointing the tip at her.
"Don't move, or I slice through your neck like it's water," he warned. "Why should I have to listen to someone stopping a fight that I didn't even start? And darling, if you think you're a challenge for me, you're sorely mistaken. Everything I'm doing? That is but a drop of my powers. I urge you not to test them further."
"You remind me of my father." She stated, "Pigheaded and Stubborn."
"You remind me of mine," he replied. "I killed him before you were even born."
Mashka, unable to take it anymore, fled into the living room and hid under a blanket. Outside, the rain fell harder; the thunder grew louder and more frequent. A wind began to gnaw at the house.
"とにかく、キョウチクトウ。." She said, just to piss him off.
(I used google translate)
"So, shall we stop? Because this is going nowhere."
Oleander leveled his sword at Britney's neck, and swung. Her head fell to the ground.
"Well," he said softly, "I think that went somewhere. Now, would anyone like some wine? It'd be on me."
Mist began to carpet the living room.
"Really?" She said, coming back to life.
(That's not her power, that's the house's.)
"How original."
“I’d be pleased for some wine,” Gatzi said, lowering her hand with a faint hint of a smile. The fighting was over; alas it was a situation that could’ve been avoided, Gatzi thought afterwards.
(I dunno Oleander seems kinda sus.)
(See: "Oh, and when you kill someone, they just come back to life." It's at the very beginning of this group roleplay)
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