[Closed] misteaks' mistakes - the sequel (catchall)

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Who: Mr_Misteaks and also some other people
What: In person catchall + dungeon runs
When: October thru November
Where: various, please note in headers
Content Warnings: nsfw, ED discussion Please cw in headers.

[overflow and log space for October and November]

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[gluttoning]

[The Razor's Edge (6) is parried easily with the lift of his spear (15), a weight to its movement that might explain why Tarvos is moving a little slow for combat. At least PVP isn't enabled in Mac Anu... but physical damage still persisted.

With Leviathan in close range, Tarvos attempts the aquatic rush of Rue Break (5), a slow and heavy sort of blow to try and break his stance. It's swung without a word, dark eyes sharp and frown setting like stone. Watching.]

[trashtier]

[Leviathan winces as his blade is parried, fully prepared to deal with his armor's demerit...only for the minor blessing of PVP being disabled to keep the symbols intact. It's a close shave, but he's able to recover quickly enough to effectively block Tarvos's return strike (7). He'd never really sparred with Misteaks in the past, but he's been through enough dungeon runs with him to know he's moving slower than he usually does. Is that an effect of his new armor? He'll have to see if he can use that speed drop to his advantage.]

Sword Flash!

[A flurry of four slashes are sent Tarvos's way (12). A test to see how well he can deflect attacks in such quick succession.]

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[While he manages to parry the first slash easily enough (15), the second comes too fast (8), and the third and fourth follow in quick order. Tarvos staggers slightly under the speed, rhough on quick glance the damage does not seem to tank his SP as it had in the week prior. He definitely is working with new equipment under the new "skin" that he sports.

Growling slightly under his breath, Tarvos's wings spread, the eye pattern against the ends all seeming to glare as he continues to push right into the distance between them. His spear comes up from underneath with a backhanded grip all in the shoulders, Piercing Heaven attempting to get Leviathan airborne and, perhaps, give him enough distance to see if he'd bother to continue (7).

This boldness isn't the Leviathan he remembered. This bravery. Why did this stir, behind spirals of hatred and claws of jealousy... a spark that barely lights, a feeling of mournful pride?

It's not for him. It doesn't belong. And it makes him grip his weapon tighter when it doesn't go away.]

[trashtier]

[No tank in SP... Honestly, the only thing Leviathan feels about that is relief. Misteaks is finally free of that horrible demerit. Now if only it hadn't seemingly been traded for whatever else is happening now.]

Ah--!!

[Try as he might to sidestep Tarvos's next assault, his footwork fails him and he catches that spear square in the chest (5). While his sturdy armor protects him from impalement, the sheer strength of Tarvos's swing sends him flying into the air as intended.

However, if Tarvos expects him to flee...well, he might want to look out for a fist coming straight at his face as Leviathan course corrects himself (18).]

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[Leviathan scrambles and comes barreling right back up the bridge. While Tarvos tanks the hit, he doesn't avoid it (15), and Levi's fist connects with a solid crack.

It doesn't feel like skin. The force of knuckles against Tarvos's face cracks like crumbling stone, like the shell of an insect, audibly crunching.

The crack is thin and fine, in wake of the hit. But it runs nearly the full length of Tarvos's face, from chin to hairline, already splintering off slightly as the redhead's expression twists.

His free hand drops from his weapon to grab for and dig his fingers into Levi's dominant arm, attempting to wrench it up. (8) But he does not go any further, his grip tight and painful and his breath furious, but his body trembling underneath. He's pausing, hesitating, and it's only making himself more furious.

Why can't he just harm this one? Why does his chest ache?]

[trashtier]

[Leviathan feels his heart sink deep into his chest when his fist connects and the body that should be Misteaks's cracks under the force of it. His stomach twists at the sickening, unnatural sound of it. In the back of his mind he had a feeling that stony complexion wasn't just aesthetic flavoring, but... Why did he have to be right?

Caught up in his horrible realization, Tarvos easily grabs onto him, making him yelp in pain. He's able to hold off being yanked around (14), it still hurts and he can't manage to break himself out of Tarvos's grip.

His aggression is fading fast. Fear and worry try to claw their way out from the dark, forgotten corners of his mind. They're not for his own safety, though. He can feel that trembling. That pause weighs heavy.]

Misteaks...

[Don't go.]

1/2

[gluttoning]

[He can't commit. The scraps of his heart scream at the cancer of his mind, and though Tarvos shoves Leviathan around, slams them against the railing like he's letting his temper out on a piece of furniture, it still holds back, with choking breath and grip that crumbles and crumbles and--

With a snarl, Tarvos drops his weapon and grabs for the back of Levi's head, taking a handful of hair and yanking hard, practically spitting out the whisper pushed through his teeth.]

You said you'd have a spine.

The next time I see you, I won't hesitate to kill you. If you care so much that your anger is going to burn, then make sure you have more than a matchstick of fire, or you're NEVER going to match me.

...

Make your right choice. Make sure it's right.

2/2

[gluttoning]

[With a bodily heave, holding Leviathan tight, Tarvos shoves both of them over the railing and into the water of the canal below.

The water is a rush of bubbles and movement, of limbs tangled. But Leviathan will find himself alone within seconds. It seems Tarvos has teleported and, for the time being, shown what little mercy he has left.]

[trashtier]

[Still absolutely rattled, Leviathan's newfound confidence momentarily buckles under him as he fails to resist Tarvos's onslaught. He's shoved around with ease and he collides with the railing hard, gasping as pain radiates through him.

He knew he wasn't strong enough. He knew, and yet he--

Before doubt can grab hold and trap him in its clutches once more, Tarvos grabs first. Leviathan cries out, gritting his teeth through the pain of that hold on his hair. He tries, desperately, to grip onto Tarvos's shoulders and rekindle that flame of his. But it's too late. It's sputtering, fizzling out...and Tarvos knows it.

"You said you'd have a spine."

Words that cut deep- deeper than Leviathan can truly understand. But he doesn't cower from them. He listens.

He understands.

He might not be strong enough now, but... He will be, when the time comes.

He winces. It hurts to move. But he pushes himself to look up and meet Tarvos's gaze in a way that seems like he's trying to look beyond Tarvos.]

I... I will.

Wait for me, okay?

[The next thing he knows, he's underwater, and Tarvos is gone.

He feels an odd sense of nostalgia as he effortlessly swims to safety. He'd...really been fond of swimming, hadn't he? When everything is said and done, maybe he'll get the opportunity to invite Misteaks to go swimming with him. Properly.

But he's got a long way to go before that can happen. It's time to get stronger.]