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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on Nov 8, 2012 10:06:30 GMT -6
Faded denim jeans, form fitting black t-shirt which was low cut enough to give a glimpse of the upper portions of her bra..(which was red for all those wondering.) and that pair of combat boots strapped to her feet. With every day that passed she looked more and more like her Mother and yet so very different at the same time. Dark locks cascading down her face, a veil over oceanic eyes...her lips painted a dark crimson which set perfectly against her olive complected flesh...tongue slowly gliding along her fangs as she sat at the back of the class, fingers idly toying with the cross she wore about her neck.
More and more people thought of her as some sort of vampire, and to be honest, she was highly amused by this little rumor...Mostly because...well, it was true. (If you thought about it.) Yet with the rumors and the fear came the stereotypical ideals that she could be bested by something as silly as a cross...or garlic.
Pft...Please.....She was Italian!
However, the sultry accent and the clear Italian habits did not change the minds of those who feared her. All afraid she was going to tear out their throats because she broke a nail or something....Not that it wouldn't happen, in fact it very well could. No, the problem was, it just was annoying how utterly stupid they were.
"Bitch." A dark haired girl, making her way to her seat muttering under her breath. The word clearly directed toward Kazumi, and getting a grin from the petite little devil.
"Mmm...do tell me what I did this time.." Curious to know, especially since she found most of their reasons were so childish. She had killed people for little more than the fact it would be fun...because it made her happy for that brief moment in time...and yet these people liked to ridicule her for something so mundane as getting them in trouble..or calling them a whore and a slut..(double standards she knew, but that didn't change the facts. It takes one to know one and all that good stuff.)
"You slept with my boyfriend!" That highly irritated voice edged with tears would get a grin from Kaz. Sure, she had no idea what the girl was talking about, but she simply conceded to the fact that she was probably right.
"He liked it. Not my fault." She shrugged and lowered her hand from about that cross to strum her nails lowly across the laminated top of her desk. "If its any consolation...he wasn't very good." Eyes turning to peer at the girl from the corner of them. Sickly sweet, innocent smile on her lips as she batted her thick, long lashes and tilted her head a bit to the side. Unlike her Mother who could not play the innocent act to save her life, Kazumi could pull it off with such precision that most people were left questioning if she really could be that bad.
Watching the girl's face turn red, she would silently wish to herself for the bitch to take a swing at her. She had been behaved as of late...at least moderately, and could use the fun of breaking this one's nose to settle her frazzled nerves. However, she wouldn't get her wish, as instead of fighting, the girl would swell up and then burst into tears...turning to run from the classroom and knocking some poor little nerdy guy over in the process.
The entire show getting a rather bored sigh to pass through her lips before she would slouch down into her seat a bit more and resume fiddling with her cross. Watching the other students look at her, and then whisper lightly among themselves. Hmm...perhaps this day was not lost just yet. A girl could only hope. Right?
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Post by Legion on Nov 8, 2012 10:52:41 GMT -6
Well, it wasn't lost if you thought that seeing the demon that claimed ownership over you was a good time. Something that Legion did as he came up silently beside her, hand reaching out to form a leash on that collar that he had placed around her neck not so long ago, no more then a week ago. Having fully intended to continue the process of making her his sooner, but things had kept him busy. Shit with Cael namely, that and whatever was going on with father, and trying to get Azura free. Legion loved her, the bond making him want her free, though Patrick loved Nyx. Inner conflict created, emotions bleeding between the two from time to time, though the oath given to Nyx about freeing her was something they were both bound to adding weight to this action. Tugging on her collar, the one he had placed...
Though perhaps that didn't exactly explain why he was here, fully at least, so let's back track...
The day had started out easily enough. Patrick showing up for school, attempting to go to his college classes in between tracking Kazumi down, or Nyx if she had made it out. Having been annoyed, frustrated, bordering on angry for all the time that had passed since he saw her. Sure he had "saved" her but other matters detained him. That planning or whatever with Cael, his burning desire to get Azura back, something that he was quite sure was from the bond, seeing as he had never met the woman, not that he remembered at least. But Patrick wanted Nyx. He loved her, and any feelings towards Azura, who he couldn't recall ever meeting, he attributed that to the bleeding emotions and that bond. Legion loved her, though he knew that Legion was just as possessive of Kazumi and Nyx as well, though not in the same fashion. Some emotions bleeding from Patrick, though most of that came from a sick sense of ownership.
With Patrick in control he had to wait until Kazumi/Nyx had a class during a time he had a free period, though he decided to fuck it and go to her class anyways. Moving intently as he strode his way to that class of hers, the name of which didn't matter, only the room and time. As he made it to the classroom he almost got run over by a girl leaving the classroom, Patrick pretty sure he knew why, or rather who, turning into the classroom to see everyone whispering amongst themselves and no doubt Kazumi being the one looking bored. Legion offering to field this one, to give Patrick a break for at least a moment, wanting to get at least a little bit of his darker urges out. Knowing that the urges were rising Patrick would agree, besides Legion needed to be let out, it was only right...
Tugging on that collar by the leash he had made from the shadows Legion would plant his right fist into her stomach before dragging her out into the hallway, keeping her head low as he dragged her. Pulling her out into the hallway, her neck into his hand as he slammed her against the wall, leaning in close, lips so close to hers, his breath washing over her lips as demonic tones rang out as he spoke lowly, quietly, "My little whore of a pet is getting around again huh? That's a problem, but we'll fix that. Master's back and he wants his slut back in her place."
Grip on her throat tightening as he lifted her up, some more, pressing his lips roughly to hers, kissing her with a passion that couldn't be considered anything but possessive. Claiming what was his with a rough kiss, intending to cut her lips on her fangs. Short, but lingering just enough before he pulled back slight, growling with a sick little smile on his face...
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on Nov 8, 2012 11:08:11 GMT -6
Ugh, she had forgotten about that stupid thing...but then, when you main mission in life was to make the son of a bitch who fucked you over suffer...you tended to forget little details like that. The tug a firm reminder, though she would just jerk back and shift her eyes toward him, devilish intent ever present as was the madness which continued to seep into her gaze with each passing day. His words getting a small chuckle from her.
He was trying to push her buttons, and though she had to admit he was good at it, she was far, far better. "You have no idea. I have fucked at least five guys since you tried to please me." A small shrug running through her shoulders as she gripped the edge of her desk, fingers curling about it tightly as she leaned toward him and tilted her head, those eyes laced with crimson as she ran her tongue slowly along her lips. "And I can promise you every single one of them tasted soooo good." Oh if only she was lying, but she wasn't. No, she had not even tried to behave. Why? Because...she meant it when she made the promise to herself to see him pay for what he had done to her. Legion...Patrick...It didn't matter to her who he was at the time...they were the same person on two different levels of fucked up and she was going to make sure they both knew that they pissed off the wrong bitch.
"But then...I have only had one really amazing lover in my life...Though Cael did come in a close second." Oh..she was going to be a bitch if he thought he was going to just walk into her class, in her school and treat her like some kind of dog. Sure, she had agreed to play games with him, but he failed to realize that Kazumi had a really good knack for bending the truth to her will. Not lying...because that was wrong...but it never ceased to amaze her how flexible the truth really was.
"You...mmm....I would say maaaaybe a close third...maybe fourth. Haven't really decided yet." She would grin, and then wait. Oh she fully expected him to try and pretend that it didn't matter....but the truth was...she wasn't lying and she wasn't going to play nice with him treating her this way. Nope, he wanted a little bitch...he got one...And a crazy one at that. The prospect of him hitting her was very much at the front of her mind, but then...he should know her at least well enough to know that wouldn't phase her one damn bit.
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Post by Legion on Nov 8, 2012 12:09:02 GMT -6
Oh, she had gotten stronger, now that was fun. Stronger then him even enough so to keep from being pulled into his fist, though she wasn't stronger by much. Nothing that Legion particularly cared about because in the end he was better then her in every other way. In fact, this really only made things more fun for him. A new challenge, perhaps that was a good way of summarizing it. Getting the feeling that this game was going to start back at square one again, fun, fun. This added strength a new challenge in this go around. He chuckle confirming that it was time to play this game again from somewhat of the beginning.
Listening to her words about the five guys she fucked Legion would only chuckle, shaking his head slightly at the mention of how good they tasted. Was he pissed? Sure, whether she was going to behave or not, she was his, his slave and his alone. Possessiveness quite high in this demon. Though as she leaned forward Legion would yank again on that collar, the forward momentum from her moving should keep her from fighting back this time and if that was the case, his hand would grip the back of her head, nails digging into her scalp as he leaned in slightly, asking, "At least five huh? Ohhhh, I don't doubt that you couldn't keep your legs closed. But they all tasted amazing? Whatever number it actually was it seems to me like you have a lack in refinement of your taste."
A chuckled growl as he was fairly sure what her reply would be to that. But whatever it was he knew that it was mean solely to piss him off, which on some level it did just that, but he wasn't about to fly into a blind rage. Finger nails digging into her scalp tighter as she spoke again, mentioning some other lover and Cael... Now that got a bit of a growl from him. Though he continued to let her speak, saying he was third or fourth, though unlike what she expected Legion would allow visible anger to show, darkness rising. Sick little grin curling on his face as he would wrap that leash around her neck, letting go of her head as he pulled up on that collar, choking her now, to lift her to her feet. Yanking that collar to tilt her head, leaving the option of biting his mark or kissing her open he'd growl, "Antagonizing me huh? Comparing me at a lower place then the others. Oh, now that has me pissed off."
His other hand coming up to grip her arm tightly, tight enough to bruise her. Not lying when he said it pissed him off, though he had to admit he wanted to see where she was going with this one. Not wanting the hit her just yet, because he honestly wanted to see where she was going with this one. He knew she wanted him pissed, he was fairly sure she wanted him to hit her, though he was quite keen on not doing what she expected, just quite yet. Growling that question with a sick little grin on his face, "So what is the master supposed to do in the case hmmm? I figure you're expecting to get hit but where's the fun in that? What to do? What to do?"
Curious really, as well as pissed off. He had his ideas, though he would run down this path a little longer, see where it took him, then he'd do whatever the hell he felt like anyway...
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on Nov 8, 2012 12:25:42 GMT -6
Oh well he could just get right down off that high horse he had perched himself upon, because he wasn't impressing anyone, least of all her, with his "Big & Bad" routine. If anything, she would find this all mildly amusing. Though as always, and thanks to him, she was incapable of feeling anything other than pure rage at almost all other times. "I can't help it. I have to try and find something to wash the nasty taste of you out of my mouth."
The jerk he would deliver would pull her forward, though the desk she was gripping would crack under the pressure of her hand. Oh...he was mad. How funny. A light chuckle given as he wrapped his hand about the back of her head and dug his nails into her scalp...feeling the blood as it ran down her skill and over her neck, though she would simple run her tongue along her lips and shiver softly. "D'aww...did the big, bad demon get his feelings hurt?" She would laugh, and as he moved, wrapping that blasted thing about her neck and trying to force her to her feet, she would throw all her weight back and down...Yeah, it choked her...but the serious flaw in his plan was that he was dealing with a girl who just didn't give a fuck about living or dying anymore.
"S..Speaking of feelings...." She would cough slightly as she would grab hold of that leash and jerk hard down, pulling him to her and giving herself room to breath. "I thought you loved that little red head of yours? Isn't she locked up? Yet here you are...doing nothing about it...and fucking somebody else..I do wonder how that makes her feel. Insult to injury if you ask me..." She would shrug before fingers would curl about the strap of her backpack which had been knocked behind her a bit when she fell back...pulling it toward her.
"Seems you just suck all around at keeping women happy. Probably why she followed Cael around like a lost puppy dog....Shame he has to go around picking up your slack everywhere you go..." Oh, she saw it...that nerve struck when she mentioned Cael and well...this was just too much fun. Yes, Kazumi had gone a bit more into her madness since the last time the two spoke and clearly she wasn't as....pliable as he might have thought. His words only causing her to roll her eyes slightly..
"Pft..Master? Perhaps Master of Fucking People Over...But you lack the actual fortitude to be anyone's Master...let alone mine." She shrugged and would shoot him a rather daring glare as she smiled just as calmly and sweetly as ever. He wasn't going to phase her...He wasn't going to be winning this round....He had already done enough damage it would seem.
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Post by Legion on Nov 8, 2012 13:09:37 GMT -6
Legion couldn't help but laugh at the comment about the taste. He didn't know why, he just couldn't help but laugh. Perhaps it was the juvenile level of the remark leveled at him, which he couldn't deny his participation in the remarks of that level. But he honestly wasn't sure what exactly he found funny about this. It just was. Sure, he was pissed but there was some unexplained comedy in all of this.
A smirked growl given at her chuckle. The battle of the wills beginning it seemed. That was certainly going to make things interesting to say the least. Knowing from previous experience how.... intense... that could get. Only tilting his head and raising his eyebrows as she asked if his feeling got her. The nonverbal question saying everything. Not that his feelings were hurt in that he was hurt, no, he was just pissed. Though he was quite amused when she threw herself back down as he tried to choke her way back to her seat. Clear to him that death wasn't something that really bothered her anymore.
As she pulled him down to her asking him that question about Azura Legion would merely growl back at her, breath washing over her lips, "Funny, you're one to speak about monogamy. Though her feeling are none of your concern."
That was him showing control, a saintly amount of control actually, which was ironic coming from him, a demon. Though as she made that next comment, about Cael and Azura. Well, that was what got him angry, not her insults to him. Though he did manage to sense that hint of madness in her, well that rising madness in her. Like she was becoming more and more unhinged. That didn't stop the darkness from rising in him though. The two buzzwords being mentioned in perhaps the most unforgivable way, even if nothing had happened between the two. Anger at this point almost blinding. Though he would hold onto control of a little longer, at least.
Long enough for her issue that challenge, a growl rolling forth from his lips as they curled in a sick and twisted little grin. Hand gripping the back of her head quite roughly, again, nails digging into her scalp. Pulling her forward into a rough and painful kiss, with both that collar and his hand. Mashing his lips against hers with a sense of passion that was most concerned with possession, domination then anything else. Pressing roughly against her lips intending to cut her lips against her fangs. Lingering just long enough to do that and get the briefest pleasure from the kiss before his leg would rise up, delivering a boot to the stomach. Pushing her back likely, only to drag her into a left hand to her face. Then a right hand, the one that had her leash in his hand would attempt to find her stomach as well. Always trying to keep her off balance with that collar, knowing that even if she was stronger it didn't matter if she had no base...
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on Nov 8, 2012 13:26:34 GMT -6
Ah, so that was the game he wanted to play huh? Her brow arching slightly as she would grin slightly and shake her head. "Oh no...I didn't start fucking around until you turned out to be a worthless piece of shit..After that, it just seemed fair that I have a little fun since clearly you no longer gave a damn." Shrugging slightly, her eyes locked upon his and not about to back down in this moment or ever again. He could just get used to it or move on because quite honestly...she was done.
Oh, but then there was that exposed nerve so perfectly displayed to her once more. The mention of Cael and his perfect little fuck toy and there he went again, the anger rising in him and her own dark nature not blinded to it. In fact, it would get her to laugh quite loudly...a hand pressing to her stomach at a sharp pain brought about by that laugh. "Oh my gods! Y...You admit he is better than you! Why else would you get so damn angry!" She was enjoying this way too much. "Hmm, I wonder if she fucked him. If she did I can promise she is not missing you at all.." That laughter continuing for a moment before she would pause with a sudden gasp.
"D..Don't tell me that was why he was taken? Because you were such a failure? HAHA!" Oh, this was just too much. Her laughter spilling forth for a moment longer, shaking her head....Oh, it had been so long since she had a good, decent, genuine laugh like that. It felt good...though of course, being the stick in the mud he was, he would have to ruin her fun. His hand wrapping about her head once more to jerk her up and against him by use of that hand and that stupid thing on her neck.
At first, she thought that he was gonna hit her, but then at the last moment it became clear what he wanted...something she would give him, if only because he had seriously just fucked up. Lips pressed to his, she would growl in response to his own, showing that she didn't care how mad he got, she wasn't going to give in...and then, there it was...his efforts to rub against her fangs...to try and prod at her weakness....But then, she had a little bit of news for him.
Her lips parting a bit more, she would allow that kiss to deepen before she would give him just what she wanted. All four fangs clamping down into his lower lip, piercing through on either side....Then, as that kick was delivered to her stomach...she would indeed fall back...though..not without hurting him in the process....The force of her body being shot back ripping his lower lip wide open in at least two place.
Assuming he managed to still jerk her forward...then indeed she would be taken off guard and feel his hand slap across her face. However, it didn't phase her much, and the instant her head snapped back up, she would spit his blood back into his face. "I told you, I don't much care for the taste!" Her foot snapping out to the side and hooking about the leg of the desk and then jerking it forward and between them before slamming into it and sending it directly into his stomach.
"Its so cute that you think I give a fuck about your feelings and your love for that bitch! Funny...I don't remember you being this stupid...but then, I guess you never really know a person." The back of her hand rising to wipe away the blood and spit that ran down her chin now.
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Post by Legion on Nov 12, 2012 7:08:59 GMT -6
He did give a damn? He wasn't even going to defend himself, it wasn't worth explaining things to her, at least in Legion's mind. That it wasn't Patrick who ran out of her, that Patrick had been locked away. Hell, Patrick was trying to get her back, but here, Legion was calling executive decision. Besides, she wasn't going to listen to reason. The way Legion saw it, he was doing Patrick a favor. The whole not giving a damn thing? Yeah, she was right. Legion didn't give a damn and any damn that Patrick would have given? Well that was sucked away by Legion and by his logic it was for the better, though he knew Patrick's feelings on the matter, the one's not supplied by himself.
Her comment about Cael and Azura, hell yeah it pissed Legion off, darkness rising sharply. But then it was her assumption, as angry as he was, it was laughable. And laugh he did. Sure he hated Cael, but at no point did he ever think that Cael was better then him. That was just too much. Though as she mentioned Azura fucking Cael, Legion just growled and shook his head. Yeah, that comment pissed him off, but it wasn't true. He knew it because of his and Azura's connection. Though Azura may have had feelings for Cael, and yes, Legion hated him for it he knew that Azura hadn't and would never. Knowing her guilt over that one incident. Darkness rising further along with his anger though there was something about that knowledge of her trying to get a rise out of him. Made him angry, made it somewhat comical. It was hard trying to figure out what exactly he should feel, really. Or at least how he should act.
"Different group," Legion spat at her. Not so much out of anger but to correct her. Not to prove that he wasn't weaker then Cael, though he suspected that he might get. The reason he really let her know was simply to inform her that she was wrong. That was it really, though his tone perhaps suggested more then he really meant.
Then he went and kissed her, to try and prove his dominance, only to get bit. That little action getting a loud growl as he kicked her away, tearing her teeth through his lips. Though in that moment something happened. Something deep down, a subtle shift really, it was doubtful that even Legion knew what had happened inside of him. At least not yet, continuing to yank her back and slap her. Sure the tearing of his flesh hurt, but it wasn't debilitating, hell, it was even a little pleasurable. Realizing that his own suffering was just as good as anyone else's. Not that he was going to rely on that, but that made this all the more fun.
Feeling her spit his own blood into his face his eyes closed for the briefest of seconds as she hooked that leg around the desk. As she sent it into his stomach, his saving grace would be that his arms were up. Well, the one holding the leash was down to somewhat intercept it. Though he would let go of the leash as he stepped back, forced to do so by the desk.
As she made her little comment Legion would wipe the blood off his face, his one hand playing with the little flap as she spoke. Laughing somewhat as blood began to cover his hand. Amusing really, fun even. Oh, this had only just begun and Legion was already getting the idea in his head that he was going to have too much fun, and Patrick probably wouldn't like it. Though, he'd try and figure out a way to make it work for Patrick, because he rather liked the deal where they shared, for however long that would last.
"I guess not, Kazumi," a chuckle given at the irony behind what she had just said, dark intentions still in his voice. Though that was all he would say before rushing forward shooting his left hand out in a jab towards her face, left foot leading. Quick punch just to frazzle her, or otherwise get some kind of reaction, blooding grin on his face...
Just another day in the quintessential perfect marriage...
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on Nov 12, 2012 8:09:46 GMT -6
That leash released was really all she was looking for. The other students of the class having seen enough to tell them it was time to get the fuck out of Dodge. A few of the girls screaming at the sight of blood, a few of the boys looking at her as if they weren't sure if they should help her or not. Though she honestly wasn't going to allow it...since well...he was her pain in the ass to deal with.
A small hand once more coming up to wipe the blood away from her mouth as she slid back on her ass...having let herself fall when he kicked her away....Which, in turn would have his punch overshoot her pretty little face and bring her right foot square into his stomach while her hand reached out and grabbed her bag. Now, should he allow her kick to go without grabbing her goddamn ankle like every other person and their dog seemed to do in this situation....then she would simply use her free foot to press into the ground and slide herself back and away from him...If he did grab her ankle...well then her backpack, filled with at last three text books, would slam into the side of his head as he bent to grab her up...cause lets face it...Being tiny had its advantages."Nope...because silly me thought that you loved me. Guess we all have our moments of idiocy hmm?"
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Post by Legion on Nov 12, 2012 8:28:11 GMT -6
The other students mattered little to Legion. In fact it was probably best that they all ran. Less bodies at the end of the day, because Legion guaranteed that anyone that got in the way of them would be killed. They had their own problems to resolve, and no one was going to get in the way of that. Leaving now though? Smart move, Legion wasn't going to stop them.
As she fell back Legion's eyes would widened, quite impressed actually. Good, unorthodox move to get out of the way of his jab. Her follow up was quite good in his opinion too. Though with his right hand he'd push that foot to his left, causing it to miss his stomach entirely. His response to kick her in her left side, below the ribs, with his own right foot. Rotating to the left a bit with his right arm moving to his right to get more momentum into the toe that he was trying to plant in her kidney. Being able to kick with a considerable reach advantage because of the size difference.
"Perhaps," Legion said casually, "Because Patrick still loves you and dreams of coming home."
Though.....
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on Nov 12, 2012 8:35:05 GMT -6
Her foot swatted aside she had to rethink her tactics, and as she saw him move she would jerk her bag up alongside her. Sure, the impact still hurt and sent her butt sliding part way across the floor, but in the end, the bag took most of the damage. Her hand shooting out and grabbing up one of the broken pieces of the desk she had kicked into his stomach, throwing it as hard as she could at his head before hooking another desk with her foot and using both feet to kick it in his direction...again..not holding back in the slightest.
"D'awww...let me cry you a fucking river." Fingers curling around one of the jagged, broken shards of desk leg behind her as she sat there looking at him and slowly tracing her tongue along her fangs which had elongated at this point in thirst for blood...be it his or somebody else's...she wasn't too picky.
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Post by Legion on Nov 12, 2012 8:54:04 GMT -6
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Once again she impressed him with that little tactic with the bag. A chuckle as she slid across the floor. Barely having time to marvel her work before he had to tilt his head to not get hit in the face by that broken leg. Working to get out of the way of that before he saw that next desk incoming. Getting his hands down in time to keep it from toppling him over, though his hands stung as he pushed it to the side, redirecting it. Grinning at her words as she grabbed that jagged leg.
"Patrick might," Legion admitted with a grin before his darkness rose that much more, "If I let him."
Now it was his turn to start kicking desks at her his foot hooking one as he kicked it straight at her. No particular target in mind other then center mass as he intended only to hit her or distract her as he closed the distance. Walking along he grabbed some kid's textbook off of another desk as he made it within striking distance, not quite ready to get rid of the book yet...
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on Nov 12, 2012 9:04:47 GMT -6
She would grin as he dodged the one piece, though knowing the desk would hit...hence why she threw something in the first place. The fact that he redirected the desk slightly annoying, but to be expected. Eyes simply rolling at his words. Yeah, she wasn't in the "feeling threatened" mood at the moment. Tongue darting across her fangs before his foot would hook that desk and send it to her direction.
Quickly she laid flat, grasping that broken leg she still had her hands on and tucking it to her chest as she rolled out of the way, the desk managing to snag her side as she did so and scraping her flesh beneath her shirt. Not that it really bothered her other than the fact it ripped her shirt and she had just bought the damn thing. A little growl given at that minor annoyance before she would lay there, first face and take a few breaths...listening to the advance of his boots against the tiled floor.
Then, when he was within reach she would shoot up and stab said broken chair leg into his calf, hoping to go straight through, though happy with any damage caused really. "Threaten somebody who gives a damn Legion. Gah...that is such a stupid name." Growling lowly before, and assuming she managed to nail her hit before being struck away, she would twist that self made spike...not removing it, and fully intent upon leaving it embedded in his flesh.
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Post by Legion on Nov 12, 2012 9:26:08 GMT -6
It wasn't so much of a threat to her as his darkness rose, rather enjoyment at how this thing was going. The slow progression of such, something he was finding quite amusing indeed. The hint of blood spilling around every corner excited Legion, whether it was his own or hers, it really didn't matter to him. Just as long as it was spilled and in the end it was him on him. Something he didn't see as much of a problem.
Watching her roll out of the way as she advanced he found himself unsurprised at this point. She was quite the adequate fighter, although there was a part of him that already knew that, even if he didn't remember much. Something about Patrick Legion figured was that the guy wouldn't just marry your average wall flower. Finding that to be the truth as she tried to stab him with that chair leg. Though that's why he had brought the book, although he hadn't expected her to still be on the ground, so admittedly that threw a kink in the plan.
Dropping the book as she stabbed, the book would merely get in the chair leg's way. Not stopping it, or even really blocking the attack but getting in it's way, lessening the strength and redirecting it so it would leave a nice big gash on his leg, but not the crippling effect she might have hoped. His response to which would be to attempt kick her in the face with his other foot, before attempting to stomp on that arm with the table leg. Looking to pin that down and crush the arm a bit, not much more of a game plan here at the moment, just winging it...
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Post by Kazumi O'Connor on Nov 12, 2012 9:32:18 GMT -6
D'aww...but she reaaaally wanted to stab him. The book getting in the way of the chair leg which she held and deflecting the blow so that it simply gashed his leg instead of stabbed it. Disappointing but not to be unexpected. The next instant her back hitting the ground because believe it or not, she wasn't stupid enough to stay in one spot...The motion of her falling causing his foot to nick her shoulder on the decent downward, though it wasn't really that bad an injury...just a bruise for later she supposed....
Well until she made some random student her lunchable.
Either way, when he had knocked that "spike" out of the way, so to speak, she had released it and allowed it to clatter to the ground so when his foot stomped on it, she would be well in the clear of that one. Though that didn't stop her from sending her left foot to the inside of his thigh as he did so...kicking him as hard as she could manage while grabbing up her own text book which had spilled from her bag and sitting back up to ram it full force into his kneecap. One way or another, she was going to make this fucker suffer...even if it took everything she had...and then some.
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