#tw; fighting

[symphonicsoul]

@theyoungprinceling has been having a rough time || [ x ]

⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ Where - he watches as he sees a body of black and yellow leave with a sword at his back. It's that boy that Pilvi - he hasn't taken the time to introduce himself or even interact with the boy - he was a human wasn't he? He thinks he remembers Pilvi saying he was a human. A human, friends with that blond kid with the metal arm that refuses to use his name and insists on calling him 'creamsicle'. What the hell even was a creamsicle? He supposes that isn't important...

The child is leaving alone and he can't say he likes that. He was out in that hell for seventeen years and twelve of them were alone. So he's quiet as he lurks behind the child keeping him in a citrine gaze as he watches the world around them. It's been a while since the Silencer went out to do much of anything but he could make an exception today.

Even with his horns he can hear the boy asking around about something. Some of it is coming out at a threat and there's the sound of a scuffle going on after he watches the child disappear from the streets. Hood up, mask on - people don't need to ask him for a name to know who he is. He's become a tall tale of these parts and just about everyone knows better than to cross his path.

There's a fight filling up his eyes as soon as he enters the bar, gaze shifting over to the owner - a tall man with a bull like face taking in the full sight of the citrine daggers fixed on him as his pupils fall to blade like silts. The owner is moving out from behind the bar to slam him hand down on it, as he starts yelling for this rough housing to stop and that it 'won't be taking place in my bar. GET OUT.'

All parties involves scatter before the once musician can follow, but it's not like the child will get far in that condition and if he's foolhardy enough to threaten in Wonderland, perhaps he learned his lesson from this little adventure.

He can follow after in a minute. Instead he leans himself up against the bar, with his back pressed against it as he lets his body relax a little.

"So what was that?" He asks but the barkeep just returns to his post and goes back to cleaning glasses.

"None of your business." Comes back a low snarl.

"Oh don't be like that, Tamato. Just tell me what happened, and I'll leave without a fuss."

"Are you threatening me?"

"It doesn't have to be one unless you want it to be. I just want information. What was the boy after and how did the fight start?"

"Get out. It's none of your business, human."

There's a deep sigh as his shoulders dip low and his mask slips off without ever turning his head around.

"Ahhh there's your mistake. I really hate being called human, Tamato." A stream of bright orange mist is blown into the air as he continues to lean against the bar.

Another man, from the fight before - tall and green with a lizard like build comes dragging himself back into the bar only to approach him and to reach for collar.

"He said get ou-" The man falls silent as that stream of orange is blown directly in his face leaving the ruffian to grip at his throat as he starts to panic. He keeps trying to make any sounds he can only to fail each and every time.

"I don't think I will." A blade of sparkling blue crystal appears in his hand as its spun in a circle in his grip before it's buried deep in the bar with emphasis as he turns to face the owner of the establishment. Mask still off, he lets citrine fall from his lips as he flashes the man a wicked looking grin.

"I asked the gentleman a question and it would be rude if he didn't answer it."

"You. You're the Silencer."

"Oh? So you've heard of me then. Good. Now, answer my questions and I'll leave."

"Anything - Anything you want. I don't want any trouble."

A flood of information falls out of the man in question explaining everything he saw and heard before the fight started and what the boy said. So apparently he's looking for someone and to that he can relate. Being worried about your loved ones. So now he just needs to track the boy and hopefully if he was smart, he'll have gone home.

Well the close as any of them could call to home anyway.

He finds the boy collapsed against a tree, reaction time lagging as he jumps up to face him.

"Who did this to you?" The elder sounds, looking him over - worse for wear compared to what the barkeep has told him. Maybe they dug their claws into this human worse than he was lead to believe.

He sighs as a sword is held out, and pointed in his direction. Hands raise where the child can see them as he reaches for his hood to put it down, revealing a flood of orange hair and four small ruby red horns.

"This isn't the place to be leading with threats, lapsi. Pilvi will be upset if you don't come home and so will your friend. That blond kid. The human. I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to make sure you come home. You really sure learn a better way of asking people for information. It tends to require a bit more finesse. You really shouldn't be running around Wonderland on your own. It's too dangerous, so I followed you and good thing I did. You're never going to accomplish anything like that. Breathe, boy."

[alchemic-elric]

@drinkitfrommymouthsuou || [ X ]

⋆˚☽𖤓｡⋆ His Brother had practically begged him to stay in bed today but that bastard Mustang called him anyway and he hadn't thrown up yet so off he went to Central Command to get his ears screamed off for God knew what. Yanno what, no - for Fuck knows what. Fuck that prick and fuck this weather.

The rain is pouring down in torrents and there is little that either Elric can do to avoid it. Red fabric is well since soaked through, right along with long blond strands sticking to a pale face as the pair of them make their way through Central's streets so they can find some kind of sanctuary from this fucking storm. His head is spinning and his stomach feels like it's in ocean waves - not that he's ever seen the ocean being in this piece-a-shit land locked country.

Fuck he'd be lucky if he saw a lake larger than the one that kept Yock Island at its center.

His head is jerking to the side however at the sound of hurried footsteps and yelling. The sound of puddles splashing as shoes strike against the ground with urgency and the pair of teenagers can only watch for a moment as the scene unfurls before them.

"Brother - " Come a metallic echo as if to bring the elder's attention the scene with a drawn out voice but the smaller of the pair is already running.

They wouldn't get away. He didn't know what was going on but that poor shmuck looked like he was already in the water over his head and what kind of man would he be if Amestris' very own Hero of the People just stood by and watched?

'sides Mustang pissed him off and if these idiots took a few bruises so he could relieve this bad mood then so be it. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes and these clowns looked like they were about to graduate from Central Dunce Academy.

The sound of clanking armor soon follows after the blond as the pair of the them race through the streets until they find themselves at the end of a back alley and there is a kid on the ground.

Dumb fucker obviously didn't know where he was running if he lead them right to a dead end. Gold eyes take a moment to scan over the scene before he sounds.

"Oi, dipshit! Pickin' kids half yer fuckin' age ain't a good look, jackass!"

The words fall out of him like venom as his gaze narrows down to become that of molten gold. He's burning red hot as his stance firms while the men in question turn to face him.

There is a smirk on one face and then another as they look him over. A teenager and a suit of armor standing behind him - the boy no taller than five foot two with arms at his sides and shoulders that hardly look like he's ready for a fight.

"Get outta 'ere squirt." The first man sounds, only earning a low growl in return from the boy in red. "You ain't got no fuckin' business here. So why don'tcha just scram before ya end up like pretty boy here."

Oh that's just wonderful. Ha ha as if he hasn't heard that before and while he might be inclined to hold his anger a bit better on most days - today was not that day. No today he was anger. Today he was in pain. Today his head was screaming and the ports on his body felt like they were on fire. No, today Mustang crossed a fuckin' line and he was furious at that prick for being forced to set through an hour long meeting that felt like precious time wasted from his life he'll never get back.

No, today he was pissed.

And now this piece'a'shit jackass has just become the next target on Edward Elric's anger management course.

Hands come together without warning as blue lights spark and fly through the air; the teen's right hand placed against the alleyway wall to summon forth a giant fist born of the bricks of the building next to the other teen's assailants sending two of them crashing into the opposite wall and tumbling to the ground.

"Fuck!" One of the remaining men hisses. "Little Fucker's an alchemist. Oh so you think you're tough shit then, huh?"

The beaten teen is dropped to the ground as the man with the knife charges only to for the smaller boy to smoothly dodge out of the way and drill his right fist directly into his attacker's jaw sending both teeth and blood scattering to the ground. The man can only scream in pain as he drops, hand coming up to cover his bleeding mouth as he struggles to stand and make a hurried exit from the scene. Two men down, the others have fled - finally the pair of brothers could make their way to the blond laying on the ground.

"It looks like he passed out, Ed." The younger of the pair comments with a metallic twag echoing in an almost hollow sounding voice.

Golden eyes, still narrowed, are looking down at the body on the ground with a deep frown stitched into his brows.

"No shit, Al. What gave ya yer first fuckin' clue? Fuck. We c'n't jus' leav'im 'ere though. Who knows how long this stupid sonnavabitch is gunna b' out fer? We probably should git'im outta the rain."

"So you wanna take him with us?"

"What fuckin' choice do we have? That 'er leave'im 'ere ta rot. Oh yeah 'coz the M.P.s 're gunna do their fuckin' jobs first once. They'd probably arrest the poor fucker fer layin' in the damn street."

"So I take it you wanna go back to the hotel." "Ah yes 'coz we have somewhere else ta fuckin' go. A'course I do steel fer brains, use yer damn head." The blond snarls sarcastically as he rolls his eyes hard as if to emphasize his point.

"You don't gotta be such a jerk, Ed. I know the storm is kickin' your ass but don't take it out on me." The armored comments with a half snap while he works to gather the collapsed teenager from the street.

There is a groan in reply and a sorry but the rest of the walk back to the hotel is largely quiet. Small hands working to get the three of them inside so Alphonse can lay the sleeping body in his arms down on the couch in the main room of the suite they're occupying.

Gold eyes are on him again.

"So now what?" Comes the echoing twang of the younger once more.

"I don't fuckin' know." The elder replies with arms crossed uneasily over his chest. "I feel like shit Al. You know I hate storms. I guess we jus' wait fer the poor fucker ta wake up."

[pink-chevalier]

He should've told Emerson, maybe one of the girls, fucking shit he could've informed the damn dog about this plan. But, Ryan didn't bother mentioning this to anyone; nobody knows that he snuck into his old house. Babysitting is what he's supposed to be doing right now, chasing after Eclipse or bothering one of the twins. Instead, Ryan's in his old living room, setting up his phone and trying to talk himself out of this idea. He doesn't want to do this; every single muscle in his body's telling him to leave and forget about everything. But, before Ryan could pack his shit and leave, his father walks in.

Edward: *angry* What the fuck are you doing here? You don't fucking live here anymore.

Ryan: *growls* And guess who's fault is that?

Edward: *annoyed* What? I know what fucking happened I don't need a damn reminder that I got hit by a goddamn fag-

Ryan: *livid* Don't you call him that!

Edward: *rolls his eyes* I'll call that motherfucker whatever I want. A faggot, cunt, shit stain, waste of fuck-

Ryan: *pushes him* Shut the fuck up, you stupid pompous piece of shit!

Edward: *fuming* I'm gonna let that okay because you think you the shit right now, but I'll knock your ass out.

Ryan: *shoves him* I'm not scared of you, old man. You're not a damn man or a father! A man would never beat his wife, abuse his child, and parade around the damn block about it. You're a coward, you're nothing, but a damn coward. *smiles* You hate Ezio because he's everything you want to be. Fucking petty ass jealousy you have towards him, or maybe-

Edward: RYAN!

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[s0diepop]

🔫🔪

ask how good my muse is at…

🔫 (ranged weapons)

- moderate ability. fire magic can be used as a range attack, so he did have to learn it. he doesn’t like it, though. he moves too quickly to aim accurately.

🔪 (melee weapons)

- now we’re talking. cecil loves to fight close. he’s too fast to catch and has great reflexes, which means he can easily do a hit and run. additionally, the thrill of fighting up close makes him ecstatic. what an adrenaline junkie.

[imaginesharrypotter]

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[symphonicsoul]

˚⟡˖ ࣪⚡ ࣪˖⟡˚ There is little hesitation as his fist collides with that of the other boy. He was harassing that one kid again. He doesn't know his name. All he knows he's that shrimpy looking purple kid that is always standing up for the "bad colors". The Church is full of such bullshit and he knows he can't say that out loud in front of the adults or they'll freak out again but it's true. The only bad colors are the ones that use their colors to hurt other people

So to see some blue asshole think they can push that other kid around for saying the fucking facts is ridiculous. He had no problem breaking that fucker's nose and it was off school grounds so what is he going to do about it? No one else was there and no one else saw. Just him, the dumbass and that shrimpy kid - and he's pretty sure he's not going to throw him to the Soil when that dumbass was intent on hurting him.

"You bastard!" The injured boy shouts as he stands up and puts his hands against his broken nose "What's the deal protecting someone who thinks well of those ingrates?"

"There's a mask mandate, dumbass. Maybe be more concerned about the fact you were going to use your mist for personal gain and to harm than who someone else gives a shit about. Get out of my face before I tell your Ma that you had your mask off in public."

"You wouldn't - "

"Test me - Vesi. See how well that goes for you."

There is a groan and a snarl and the other boy is running off while holding his jaw, giving the blond spark time to approach the other boy with his hand out.

"You okei? He didn't hurt ya, did he?"

|| I think he likes you @aquaticsoul 🍇💨

[symphonicsoul]

⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ There had been screaming in the hall only a few hours ago, one prince leaving the scene flustered while the other left with a bloody nose. It had taken multiple binds on both sides of the equation to separate them and he didn't understand why the minute red started to pour from a pale nose, that his Liege seemed to be like a Windarian dog locked in for the kill.

Even Safiirin struggled to get the boy to cease. He hadn't heard the conversation that started the fight but he had heard his Liege scream after the younger had shouted at him "Usva, just leave me alone!"

By the time he got there, they had already come to blows and he barely had enough time to process and barely enough strength to help Safiirin hold him back. It took everything to get him off of his brother and after much fussing and a large amount of blue mist, the boy finally slowed enough for his binds to rip him away from his intended target. Away from his brother.

He watched as Pilvi was whisked away by Kukka and Sydän with Sielu following close behind and the only thing he could do was talk to his own liege to find out just what happened to cause him to attack his brother like he did. They'd always fought. The boys have always fought for as long as he's known them and that's their entire lives.

Benefits of growing up in the palace he assumes but he almost doesn't know if it was a benefit at this point to be so close to the situation. Usva had been relentless today and there is a small voice in the back of his head that wonders if no one had been there if he would have killed his brother in the process and that same small voice wonders if he would have felt anything for it when he did.

Pilvi too, was different today. Instead of backing down and doing whatever it took to simply defend himself and get away from his brother - he watched the white prince fight. Even as his hair was pulled and he look a fist to the face. He watched as teeth grit and white mist seeped out in warning. He watched as the younger prince for the first time in many years fought back and he watched as even through the tears running down his face - jade eyes turned pure white.

Revon had forced his body between the two them at that point and he heard the boy wordlessly screaming as he was carried down the hall. He heard the screaming corroding into sobs and declarations of "It hurts!" to his own binds as he was surely taken to Palo's office. They would tend to the younger. He was not his Liege, - instead he would tend to his own and Usva wasn't giving him a word.

Nothing more than "He deserved it" and "Pilvi had it coming." There was no remorse where they should have been. Where in previous years there would have been. Safiirin and Syksy took him to explain it all to his father instead and hopefully Aurinko would be able to get more out of the elder Eclispe prince than they could.

So now the symphony is slipping through the halls with his hair still a bit askew and some small bruises blossoming on his lower jaw. There is a fright existing in deep orange that usually isn't present as he knocks once, then twice and then a third time in a rhythm only he had before he turned the knob to let himself slip inside the other musician's room.

Sielu is perched at his desk with an angry look on his face and even angrier scratching filling out paper work. Grading papers if he had to take a guess.

"Sorry to intrude." He begins. "I just wanted to check in and ask - is Pilvi okay?"

[symphonicsoul]

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⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ The sound of her voice filling his ears is the fastest way to ruin his perfect day. His absolutely perfect day. He thought it couldn't be ruined. He thought there was no way to make this day awful. He just had mid day meal with Sydän, Terälehti, Valo, Aamunkoitto and Aqua and on his way back to his classroom he was brave enough to lean in and steal a quick kiss.

They'd had a date last week. They were moving into first names. Aqua was staying over more often. Giving him more of his attention outside of working hours. They had an hour sat aside just for napping and purring. He had friends. He had a bond and if he was lucky Aqua would say yes when he asked him to Mix Mist with him but he needed to find the time to ask.

His parents not him. Not yet. He had Terälehti's permission. He needed to ask Sydän next and then somehow he would figure out how to meet with Aqua's parents to ask for their permission to mix mist with their son.

He wanted it more than anything, so the sound of Syksy's voice in his ears was like nails on a chalkboard as she exploded.

"I can't believe you!! Did you seriously think you'd get away with that?! You're doing exactly what you were told not to, Sitriini."

And he doesn't think he can groan loud enough as he lets his eyes roll to the back of his head and then back again as he makes sure he is plenty aware of where Liekki is in the room. Syksy is perched at his desk again in his fucking chair and he really wishes she would keep her slimy ass self OFF of the furniture.

"Do you want me to do it again? Did you not get a good enough look, stalker?"

He watches with pleasure as pink eyes narrow at him and he is careful to listen as Liekki takes a step forward from his position at the middle of the room.

"Do not test me, Sinfonia. You won't like what happens if you keep pushing back like this. You're being unreasonable. I tell you to keep them away from Usva and now you're making friends with them, and going on dates and kissing that pest."

And he can't say he knows what comes over him in that moment but instead of his usual apprehension and fear that would fill him. Instead of his usual all consuming dread his lips are tugging out into a knife like smirk behind his mask and citrine eyes shine back at her with a wild look in his gaze.

"Oh. Oh I see the problem. It makes sense now. You didn't need to tell me that and I think that's kinda private but if voyeurism is your fucking kink who am I to judge? Is that why you've been stalking my ass all these years? Did it at least get you there? You've been watching me for so many years I'd fucking hope we at least accomplished something by now. You want me to kiss him again? Isn't going to bother me but I think it's kinda rude to watch."

"Why I NEVER! How DARE you?!"

"How DARE I? How dare YOU! You came into my house, Syksy. Don't forget that. I don't care if you are co-binds. I was born here, you two clowns are just guests. "

"You can't talk to me like this!"

"Why? You're in my classroom, sitting in my chair, at my desk all while wasting my fucking time. I'm not in the mood for your bullshit today so either get the fuck out or make your fucking move."

Her eyes narrow at him as she growls, looking back to her companion.

"Do something." She urges the other man in the room as the musician turns to face with the same wild look in his eyes and raises his fists.

The look the other man makes is largely unimpressed.

"I told you once, I'll tell you again. I'm not afraid of getting physical with you Liekki."

"You could hardly defend yourself when Sielu broke your nose and we both know how these interactions normally end."

"Normally, so let me make myself perfectly clear, asshole. You get one free shot, make it count."

And the elder swings, clearly missing as the musician does the one thing he's never done in any of these interactions before and he dodges to the side with a grace and speed he shouldn't possess... should he?

His right arm winds up swinging back and forward all in one blinding motion striking the elder so hard in his jaw it makes the man of toxins recoil and stagger backwards.

"Never mind I lied. Put your fists up, Doc. I'm done playing with you."

And the two of them turn into a mess of hands and fists flying towards each other. Both missing and landing blows until the doctor manages to get musician by the neck only to slam his back against the bookcase spanning the wall to the ceiling. There's a jerk and a cough at the impact and he can feel the way that massive grip is wrapping around his neck threatening to choke him out if he doesn't do something. Liekki's already taken him to the floor and he needs to think -

So he's reeling back his right leg and kicking his attacker in the stomach hard. He coughs, jerks, releases his hold on the musician's neck as he's forcibly sent flying backwards and into the coffee table in front of his couch.

"GET OFF ME!!"

His hand is his neck as he coughs and his opponent starts to scrape himself off the floor just as well. He knows he doesn't have the time for this and his chest hurts but he doesn't have the luxury of saying "enough". He won't stop until either he lays him out or the asshole has put the musician on the floor, so he's swaying as he stands. He's swaying as he drags himself back up from the ground, but it's all he can do as that asshole is coming at him again and he has to focus.

He has to focus no matter how much pain he's in and he has to remember. He's done this a thousand times, and he's letting memory take over as he hears Tuulta explaining the motion to him in his head as if it's the first time he's been asked to this.

He was fourteen and Taivas and Tuulta wanted to give him more ways to defend himself when he was unarmed. What to do if an opponent is bigger than you and they had Helakan volunteer as tribute for such a lesson. They were only three years apart but his brother was already so much bigger than him so it served as the perfect lesson.

Let your opponent throw a punch, square your hips, in step, turn your body and use the motion to throw them straight to their back.

He's sure he practiced the motion with his brother a thousand times and it taught them both. It taught him how to protect himself and it taught Helakan how to fall.

So even as Liekki swings, he's going over the steps in his mind. Square your hips, evade the blow, in step, turn his body, and both his hands are raising to take the larger man by his arm only to flip him over his body and slam him down straight into the floor.

He can see the dazed look in his eyes as he lays there and it's then that the musician takes a moment to look around his classroom. Books all over the floor, shelves broken, coffee table busted and a picture frame full of broken glass barely hanging from a nail in the wall.

Still he's raising his hands back up with fists balled tight as his whole body falls to tremors. His chest is screaming and he can't take much more of this. His face feels hot and his hair feels sticky. He won't lie and say that one eye isn't burring in and out but they don't need to know that.

Liekki is dragging himself back up from the ground as Syksy finally fucking does something as she's up and rushing to her companion's side to help him up and help him fly out of the balcony to the right of the room.

His knees buckle as soon as they're gone and he's collapsing to the floor. His whole classroom is a disaster and it's now that he can see the blood on the knuckles of his right hand from when he punched that bastard in the mask. His hand went numb as soon as he did it, so he couldn't feel how much that was going to hurt later.

He doesn't have the strength to deal with this, so he's digging his phone out of his pocket. He needs to - he just needs - he's so dizzy. Telling his hands to do anything is hard when they're numb. He just needs to say something. Anything at all....

( phone text: "help" )

His phone falls out of his hand when he hits the floor. His chest hurts too much and he's so dizzy - he thinks maybe he'll ... take .. a .. little nap.