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(A battle in the Nightmare)
[Sun Jan 5 2025]
On Prospect Street beside Westhaven
It is night, about 31F(0C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. There is a waxing crescent moon.
Novel says "What the fuck?"
Sam says "Oh, lovely, who do we got?"
After a pause, Sam just cracks his shoulders back, looking into the darkness. "Well, are we scrapping?"
Novel shrugs, "Guess so. Assuming I can figure out where the fuck I am. This place is goddamn disorienting. Why does the goddamn sidewalk warp to being above us?"
With a smirk, Sam nods his head. "Aight, let's have some fun."
With a grin, Sam crouches, and suddenly, wings sprout from his ankles as he starts dashing forward. He cracks his knuckles, and smirks. "Let's hug it out, yeh?" He chuckles.
Novel tilts his head. "...Fucking seriously?" He sounds more exasperated then angry. "You BETTER have gotten that dagger in before this happened," As he beelines his way on over towards Sam, blade flashing in hand as booted feet thud across the landscape. "Today has been fucking WEIRD."
"Yep!" Sam steps forward, and aims a few shots at Novel. "Let's see how we compare, nowadays. Kinda excited." He continues hurtling forward, seemingly of no mind to keep at range." "
Novel overshoots Sam in the charge, skidding on by, and then doing a smart turn-around as he gets close, flicking his blade out and seeming to opt to ignore using a range weapon in favor of that.
With a smirk, Sam approaches Novel, then suddenly, he is bathed in a sickly, shimmering black light. He flashes that oily blade forward, only to have it catch on Novel's, though the jock isn't deterred by that. "Appriciate the sportsmanship."
Novel lunges in violently at Sam, blade upraised and rising up - and then slamming down towards him, in equal violence in two hands, shoving against the other man and his smaller blade. His brow furrows. "Why the fuck do you not have a sword?" He seems confused by this.
Skidding back, Sam somehow manages to parry that attack, and he counters with another stab, wincing. "Because I received a dagger." He deadpans. "It is what it is." He tries to guide that blade-bond with his knife.
Novel backs off of Sam suddenly, the clash of metal-on-metal as he backs away from the blade, his own weapon flickering around the other man's hands and arm, writhing violence and mayhem curling around him. "You didn't have anyone tutor you on making a dream outfit did you? You should get a sword. You know my guy in the back can hook you up, right?"
"I have a knife." Sam tilts his head aside. "I'm wearing armor, and I have my gun, my weapon, and my focus." he pauses. "What are ya on about?" He catches that sword with his knife, and returns fire. "Too late to switch now. It is what it is."
Novel remarks casually as his footwork takes him over to the right of Sam onto his 'weak' side, twisting his weapon aside and suddenly drawing back in a breathless moment. "There's a - how do I explain it. You sort of... concentrate when you got an outfit together, then put it in a special box. Scions taught me about it. Fayad and Emmanuel, really. Then it's on you whenever you do something like this, or get pulled into a fight," He explains as he draws his blade back. "And longer weapons like mine or hammer or shit always have the... ADVANTAGE." As his weapon sings violently down to slam into Sam.
"I'm wearing my dream outfit, man." Sam points to Novel, and runes on his focus glow. "Again, too late. You can keep giving more reasons why it woulda been nice, but I got my knife, and that's what it is."
"Oh. Okay. I wasn't sure if you knew. You asked. I mean, not fucking NOW. Obviously. But later," Novel remarks to Sam conversationally, as his head sort of stares blankly - but his body moves, as if it doesn't require eyes or brain to function, suddenly lunging out to stab the non-visible person in the leg like a snake. "Gotta work on your moves too. We can go over that later if you want."
"Even if you really want it, I got my knife, and that is what it is." Sam sighs, skkiding off to the side as he seems to stagger back, then hits another stab towards Novel. "Ain't gonna sit down, have tea, and explain all the reasons why, but I have my knife, and that's gonna be it. Appriciate the advice, yeh?"
"Suit yourself. You can still squeeze a bit more out of it - you see how I'm sort of dancing back, giving you space, and then lunging in at the moment after before-" Novel follows up his discourse to Sam with a violent, physical note, slapping the other man's weapon delicately aside in a riposte, a straightening of the body before reversing his grip and slashing his other leg right open.
Sam fades out of the nightmare.
Novel says "Great. "
A Battle In The Nightmare 250106
(A battle in the Nightmare)
[Sun Jan 5 2025]
On Prospect Street beside Westhaven
It is night, about 31F(0C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. There is a waxing crescent moon.
Novel says "What the fuck?"
Sam says "Oh, lovely, who do we got?"
After a pause, Sam just cracks his shoulders back, looking into the darkness. "Well, are we scrapping?"
Novel shrugs, "Guess so. Assuming I can figure out where the fuck I am. This place is goddamn disorienting. Why does the goddamn sidewalk warp to being above us?"
With a smirk, Sam nods his head. "Aight, let's have some fun."
With a grin, Sam crouches, and suddenly, wings sprout from his ankles as he starts dashing forward. He cracks his knuckles, and smirks. "Let's hug it out, yeh?" He chuckles.
Novel tilts his head. "...Fucking seriously?" He sounds more exasperated then angry. "You BETTER have gotten that dagger in before this happened," As he beelines his way on over towards Sam, blade flashing in hand as booted feet thud across the landscape. "Today has been fucking WEIRD."
"Yep!" Sam steps forward, and aims a few shots at Novel. "Let's see how we compare, nowadays. Kinda excited." He continues hurtling forward, seemingly of no mind to keep at range." "
Novel overshoots Sam in the charge, skidding on by, and then doing a smart turn-around as he gets close, flicking his blade out and seeming to opt to ignore using a range weapon in favor of that.
With a smirk, Sam approaches Novel, then suddenly, he is bathed in a sickly, shimmering black light. He flashes that oily blade forward, only to have it catch on Novel's, though the jock isn't deterred by that. "Appriciate the sportsmanship."
Novel lunges in violently at Sam, blade upraised and rising up - and then slamming down towards him, in equal violence in two hands, shoving against the other man and his smaller blade. His brow furrows. "Why the fuck do you not have a sword?" He seems confused by this.
Skidding back, Sam somehow manages to parry that attack, and he counters with another stab, wincing. "Because I received a dagger." He deadpans. "It is what it is." He tries to guide that blade-bond with his knife.
Novel backs off of Sam suddenly, the clash of metal-on-metal as he backs away from the blade, his own weapon flickering around the other man's hands and arm, writhing violence and mayhem curling around him. "You didn't have anyone tutor you on making a dream outfit did you? You should get a sword. You know my guy in the back can hook you up, right?"
"I have a knife." Sam tilts his head aside. "I'm wearing armor, and I have my gun, my weapon, and my focus." he pauses. "What are ya on about?" He catches that sword with his knife, and returns fire. "Too late to switch now. It is what it is."
Novel remarks casually as his footwork takes him over to the right of Sam onto his 'weak' side, twisting his weapon aside and suddenly drawing back in a breathless moment. "There's a - how do I explain it. You sort of... concentrate when you got an outfit together, then put it in a special box. Scions taught me about it. Fayad and Emmanuel, really. Then it's on you whenever you do something like this, or get pulled into a fight," He explains as he draws his blade back. "And longer weapons like mine or hammer or shit always have the... ADVANTAGE." As his weapon sings violently down to slam into Sam.
"I'm wearing my dream outfit, man." Sam points to Novel, and runes on his focus glow. "Again, too late. You can keep giving more reasons why it woulda been nice, but I got my knife, and that's what it is."
"Oh. Okay. I wasn't sure if you knew. You asked. I mean, not fucking NOW. Obviously. But later," Novel remarks to Sam conversationally, as his head sort of stares blankly - but his body moves, as if it doesn't require eyes or brain to function, suddenly lunging out to stab the non-visible person in the leg like a snake. "Gotta work on your moves too. We can go over that later if you want."
"Even if you really want it, I got my knife, and that is what it is." Sam sighs, skkiding off to the side as he seems to stagger back, then hits another stab towards Novel. "Ain't gonna sit down, have tea, and explain all the reasons why, but I have my knife, and that's gonna be it. Appriciate the advice, yeh?"
"Suit yourself. You can still squeeze a bit more out of it - you see how I'm sort of dancing back, giving you space, and then lunging in at the moment after before-" Novel follows up his discourse to Sam with a violent, physical note, slapping the other man's weapon delicately aside in a riposte, a straightening of the body before reversing his grip and slashing his other leg right open.
Sam fades out of the nightmare.
Novel says "Great. "