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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 14, 2011 21:45:57 GMT -5
Emilian was turned upside down, jerked up by his ankle, and the blood rushed to his head. Well, there went any chance he had of defending himself at all against this idiot. He glared as best he good, which wasn't very good at all considering his position.
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 14, 2011 21:52:38 GMT -5
Lyric took a few quick breaths, then glanced both ways down the street to make sure no one saw him slipping away, and dragging an upside-down body with him. At least the dumbass was being quiet now.
When they were well into the nearest alley, Lyric's gaze turned hard, all business, as it swung back to Emilian. "You want your legs broken?" he asked through his teeth. His honeyed gaze darkened. "I bet you wouldn't mind a few bone-deep cuts, a little Chelsea grin, would you?" He nodded his head toward the mottled skin on one of the bastard's hands. "Is that the one you hit him with, or should I give you a matched set?"
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 14, 2011 22:04:57 GMT -5
Emilian's glare stayed and he nearly growled even through the langlock as he tried to lunge toward Trent. It was harder than he thought it would have been when he didn't have the ground to push off of. He didn't need more scars, he didn't want to be holed up in bed for a week trying to heal. There wouldn't be anyone to come help him this time, no one cared.
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 14, 2011 22:29:06 GMT -5
"You're just making it worse for yourself," Lyric said levelly. He wove another spell through the first, sending Emilian spinning slowly in front of him. "I'm not like Jory," he explained, then chuckled humorlessly, the sound low and hollow, cold and emotionless. "I don't even care if I live through the week. If I killed you..." He hadn't thought about that, not specifically, and was almost surprised hearing it come out. "Well, if I did, I'd probably kill myself before they caught me, and then he'd be that much safer." He gave his wand a sudden flick, casting a fierce leg-breaking curse, but only on one thigh. Emilian would still be able to get around, but maybe that would discourage him from making anyone else a victim for a while. Maybe.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 14, 2011 22:49:30 GMT -5
Pain shot through Emilian and his vision blurred. For the moment, he couldn't hear anything. Was he going to be killed? He mentally shrugged, maybe it would be for the best. He had given up the only person he had cared about, that returned his feelings, he was scarred, hated, had no one. But think of all the conquests he'd miss out on. But were they really worth having this happen to him regularly? He blinked as his vision settled again.
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 14, 2011 22:55:40 GMT -5
Lyric's jaw tensed in impatience as he waited for Emilian to quiet again. "So what do you think?" he asked after a moment. "I could do this all day. How many spells can I use before it's not worth it to be hitting people weaker than you, tearing them apart? I know people like you, and you don't care." He resumed the slight spin of his wand. "You're a user, and I bet you're still not sorry, are you?"
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 14, 2011 23:18:36 GMT -5
Emilian didn't care, when had he ever cared? People weaker than him, he could do what he wanted. Why should he care? He cared when it was Adara, but in the end had he really even cared about her? All he could do now was glare and attempt to ignore the searing pain in his leg.
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 14, 2011 23:22:49 GMT -5
Lyric decided it would be ironic to only break one leg, to leave two healthy limbs and two mangled ones on opposite sides, so he didn't bother. "All I want is for you to leave Jory alone," he said instead. "Don't mention our conversation, and if Jory comes back, send him away. That's all. I don't give a f~ what you do with everyone else." He stopped the slow spinning and inclined his head in question.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 14, 2011 23:31:23 GMT -5
Emilian spat on Trent. He had half a mind to keep Jory around longer just to spite the guy. Besides, he'd be prepared the next time he saw Trent. Bring it. He didn't really care what the guy did to him. He had been through hell and back more than once, what else was there to be done?
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 14, 2011 23:59:12 GMT -5
Lyric reflexively turned his face away, and though he remained like that a moment, silently fuming, he kept his spell going. When he looked back at Emilian, his eyes were burning with fury. He didn't say a thing this time, but seethed as he cast a silent engorgio on a part of Emilian's body that he'd rather not think about at all. There wasn't much else he could do, though.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 15, 2011 0:08:15 GMT -5
Emilian's eyes widened and darted between his waist area and Trent's wand. What was the guy planning? Had he been able to speak he might have focused on saying some joking comment, but as it was he was stuck with his own thoughts. His thoughts were not in a joking mood. He tried to spin away.
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 15, 2011 0:15:43 GMT -5
Lyric let Emilian struggle a bit, while he pushed his spell as far as it could go. He couldn't imagine the guy was feeling well by now, with all the blood in his body having sunk to his head being pulled somewhere else. His feet were probably numb by now. He turned the guy toward him again and tilted his head slightly, subtly evaluating. "You know you deserve this, right?" he asked, his voice deceptively soft. Petrificus Totalis.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 15, 2011 0:36:06 GMT -5
No, Emilian was not feeling good. Breathing was hard and yes, his feet were numb. At least his leg was down to a dull throb with the lack of blood making its way there. The jerk from the spell sent another jolt of pain through it, however. That only lasted a moment before he was dropped on his head before the rest of his body followed. His vision turned black for a few long moments as he lay there, unable to wonder what would happen next.
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 15, 2011 0:50:06 GMT -5
Lyric glanced back down the alleyway toward the street before turning to Emilian, ready to take his damn time. He moved around him, then knelt at his side, casually twirling his wand a bit as he looked down at his captive audience. "There are millions of people you can do sh~ to," he pointed out. I'm asking for one, and I won't hunt you down and kill you while you're sleeping. I'm not afraid of Azkaban, or death, or pain. You can't ruin my name or make people hate me. There's nothing you can hold against me. If I even think he's visited you and you haven't sent him away, you'll get a lot worse than a warning. This is a warning." Lyric opened his book bag and pulled out a sharp self-inking quill, then pushed Emilian's hair back to draw slowly and carefully on his forehead, then on the cheek opposite that scar, which was bad enough on its own. On his forehead was the word YUNUCK in big, blocky letters. On his cheek was a stylized drawing that would be recognizable to anyone over age 13, pointing toward his mouth. It'd wash off in a couple days, unless the guy knew some good cleaning spells. When he'd satisfied himself, he stood back up. "Leave Jory alone, all right?" he asked, as though asking to pass the butterbeer. Then he raised his boot, aimed, and gave the hardest stomping kick he had in him. On his way back out of the alley, he didn't bother looking back. magikal05.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=berwynabode&action=display&thread=6599&page=1 |
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 15, 2011 0:59:43 GMT -5
Emilian would have screamed if he could at the intense pain. His eyes teared and his breath caught. He didn't even want to think of the damage that had been done, or how long he would be laying there just having to live with it all. Maybe he should stop going up to people in the streets, not that he had known this would would end like that.
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