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[aethernoise]

21. foibles

Break. 

Disengage.

“Point for me,” Alyx announced. Her opponent obliged, passing a hand through sweaty bangs.

“Your skills have vastly improved since the last time we did this,” he observed, “Have you been practicing?”

“I’ve been practicing patience,” she explained. This style of fencing was strict, exact, demanding of precision. 

“Ah, indeed,” he smiled crookedly. “I seem to remember you struggled a bit--allez!--with the rules.”

Feint, redouble.

“I was going easy on you then, and even easier now,” she bluffed, shamelessly, and recovered her starting position. She smirked. “You’re just lucky I’m still sore from our bout this morning.”

Retreat, parry, retreat. 

Aymeric was unflapped, voice infuriatingly cool.

“Would explain your sloppy footwork,” he said.

Point to him. Alyx grumbled. Cheap shot.  

“And now you’ll be lucky if you can still walk at all after this,” she said lightly.

“En garde, then, beloved--do not tease me so.”

(Allez)

[twcfaces]

In a way, I guess Two-Face is childish.

Harvey was still in the single digits when he first came 'round, like an imaginary friend.

Forged from his own pain and anger, Two-Face, or whoever he used to be, was essential to Harvey's day-to-day survival.

His father would routinely beat him until he thought he would die.

Two-Face is furious. He is jealous. He is violent, irrational, obsessive - and he never grew up from that, that constant need to survive, to keep baring his teeth to the world.

He is still being struck in his mind. He is always living in that moment of hurt. Of the acid being hurled in his face.

Two-Face is always in pain. Always livid.

[elora-briarose]

“You’d think I’m eight years old with all the protective gear my dad wants me to wear.” Mumbled the blonde angrily as she slipped the goggles off her eyes and over her helmet. Her father wanted her to wear a helmet, goggles, and elbow pads just to ride her sport bike, and she absolutely hated it. The pads tended to stay at home, but he would take away the bike if she didn’t wear the helmet and goggles. “This is so stupid.” Added the little wolf.

[flingingwingdings-blog]

“Wait. Who are you?”

au version || accepting selectively 

“Who am I?” Dick asked, pulling a knife out of one of his target’s bodyguards and turning to the man in some sort of red helmet who had shown up moments before and started shooting his targets. “Who are you?” 

Without looking, he flicked his newly reclaimed knife at a guard who poked his head above a table. The knife embedded itself in the man’s eye and Dick spared a grin, still looking at the man in front of him. Brown leather jacket over black armored body suit. Red bat splashed over the chest and a multitude of pockets and holsters. And, of course, the aforementioned red helmet. Dick could tell this man was a trained fighter from the way he held himself, from how he prepared he was. 

Gunfire forced Dick to dive away from the strange man and take cover behind a table. A growl left him and he only paused a moment before leaping out and attacking. He didn’t like guns. Too loud, too impersonal. The shooter was down in a matter of moments and he stood, both hands on his dark-clad hips as he glared at the helmeted man. 

“This is my target. What the fuck are you doing here?”

[madeandborntofeel]

gunslinger-kennex started following you

“John.” Dorian hesitated, looking the other over before turning out the window again and silently sighed. He had grown agitated during the day, his power low due to another solar flare issue. Blue fluttered along his skin and he grit his teeth to remain quiet.

[inonesingleline]

[dixoniisms-blog]

[ sprawled on garage floor, having just cleaned his bike up. ]

[ayepeyton-here-blog1]

You know, the main problem with this place is that most of the adults are acting more immature than the kids.