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gocirclegogo2013-02-23 07:53 pm
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[Today is a terrible day! You do not know why it's a terrible day, but it is. Everything's ominous and you've probably walked into ten tables and door frames and couldn't find your favorite coat and perhaps even got robbed by a hobo. Either way, your luck is terrible! Enjoy it! Or not. Because it'll get worse.
Meanwhile in Michi's residence, a corpse has disappeared. Corpses do not usually get up and wander away. This one did and is found standing in the middle of the street staring at nothing. It is almost as terrible as your day is, and you simultaneously run away and get closer.
Both of these are terrible ideas, but there is no correlation between them whatsoever. You're silly to think that way! Go enjoy your terrible day! However you wish to.
But no really, to anyone who comes over there is nothing but terrible here. And up to three bingo squares. Have fun guys.]
Meanwhile in Michi's residence, a corpse has disappeared. Corpses do not usually get up and wander away. This one did and is found standing in the middle of the street staring at nothing. It is almost as terrible as your day is, and you simultaneously run away and get closer.
Both of these are terrible ideas, but there is no correlation between them whatsoever. You're silly to think that way! Go enjoy your terrible day! However you wish to.
But no really, to anyone who comes over there is nothing but terrible here. And up to three bingo squares. Have fun guys.]
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Sadly, Liam just kicked what is pretty much a monster in a human's skin. There's an impact, there's the annoyance and hatred and anger of his being mirrored right back, and his leg is grabbed at the ankle with one hand, by the knee with the other.
And he's slammed to the ground, hands ripping away to take huge gashes out of his leg in the process, Achilles tendon severed and strips barely-attached hanging and it's the picture of something that is not going to be walking anytime soon.]
Keep trying.
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[>LIAM used HEADBUTT.
He can't even feel pain anymore, good luck, Kumagawa.]
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Headbutt: connected. There's the step backwards of momentum and the sickening crack of a neck snapping backwards and bone against bone.
He immediately responds by decking him in the face and grinning like it's fucking psycho Christmas. Bring it, asshole.]
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He is used to brawls. Which means he's leaping forward to tackle Kumagawa at the midsection to drag him to the ground and punch the shit out of him.]
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It means Liam's tackle is perfectly done, but that's about it. You're not the only one who's had the shit kicked out of you Liam. The momentum from hitting the ground means he rolls over, now the one on top, and smashes his head into Liam's face.
The cement probably cracked from that one.]
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He'll take that moment to roll onto his feet to brace for the next attack, though.]
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The hands rip clear through the shadow and for that brief second of movement they look like claws, and the overjoyed grin looks like a gash through reality, exposing something rotten from the other side.
For Liam's sake, he'd better keep rolling. Because a line of screws smash into the ground towards him. The fact they actually have done collateral damage means they're not bookmaker screws. They're Actually Can Kill People ones.
Oh dear.]
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Liam, booze is not the solution to all of life's problems.]
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He follows calmly with the ease of a predator on a hunt, not even caring when a few break too close. But one gets too too close, and he catches one of the bottles.
It gets thrown back in. Not at Liam. At the tables. And then he's gone in a flash of movement only to slam the door shut. So Liam is now trapped in a burning bar. A+.]
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The river is a filthy, disgusting place full of ickybads which he newly sees way too fucking clearly--and from the surface, a wave rises.
A wave of screws.
It doesn't care who it hits.]
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It's an odd sensation and it comes with a wave of further hatred for even feeling joy with it, and it's just enough of a distraction that means he gets shoulder-checked by a void in the universe with all the force of one, and both end up in the river.]