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Could use some help
Who: Belkar, Tony Eisler (open)
Where: In one of the hallways somewhere around the mansion
When: Towards the end of September, while the annexing thing was still going on
Rating: PG-PG13?
Summary: Tony is paying a severe price for his poor choice of language, and would greatly appreciate it if someone would help him in his seemingly bleak goal of not dying a slow, pain-filled death. He would also prefer to retain his limbs.
the Story:
Tony twisted around hopefully to see if his attack hit, and swore profusely as he saw the psychotic midget flying towards him at full force, seemingly completely unscathed. He tripped and fell backwards, panicking as he felt a sharp pain in his previously uninjured leg. Feeling physically sick, he tried to ignore the blood that he suspected was not Belkar's.
Great, now what the hell was he supposed to do--he couldn't run away, and his remaining attacks were all ground-based. Despite not being quite the sharpest tack in the box, he knew that using Break Stomp now at this range would probably hurt him an awful lot more that his embarrassingly shorter aggressor.
"Crap!! A-aghh--!! Y-you bastard! M-my leg...!!! "
He put his arms over his face, wincing as he imagined how much Renee would be laughing at him for losing so spectacularly to someone so short.
Where: In one of the hallways somewhere around the mansion
When: Towards the end of September, while the annexing thing was still going on
Rating: PG-PG13?
Summary: Tony is paying a severe price for his poor choice of language, and would greatly appreciate it if someone would help him in his seemingly bleak goal of not dying a slow, pain-filled death. He would also prefer to retain his limbs.
the Story:
Tony twisted around hopefully to see if his attack hit, and swore profusely as he saw the psychotic midget flying towards him at full force, seemingly completely unscathed. He tripped and fell backwards, panicking as he felt a sharp pain in his previously uninjured leg. Feeling physically sick, he tried to ignore the blood that he suspected was not Belkar's.
Great, now what the hell was he supposed to do--he couldn't run away, and his remaining attacks were all ground-based. Despite not being quite the sharpest tack in the box, he knew that using Break Stomp now at this range would probably hurt him an awful lot more that his embarrassingly shorter aggressor.
"Crap!! A-aghh--!! Y-you bastard! M-my leg...!!! "
He put his arms over his face, wincing as he imagined how much Renee would be laughing at him for losing so spectacularly to someone so short.
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"Oh good, I don't need to cast another healing spell. Usually it takes more than one..." Yujinn dusted off his hands and stood himself.
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Ehh-- healing spell...
(Tony made a choking sound as he realised the implications of what Yujinn said, and floundered about for a second trying to think of something to say in response. Without success.)
U-uhh--ahh...
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Yujinn smirked. "Yeeeesss?"
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(he flinches, and looks at the ground)
Agh--n-nothing!! Umm...
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"You weren't going to ask for help or anything? Because I don't mind."
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F-fine--! Whatever! (he kicked himself mentally for being so damn proud.) "Ehh--I'm sure it's fine, I feel a little better, anyway...."
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And then he left.