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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 13, 2013 22:32:43 GMT -5
Gamzee grabbed onto Dave's wrist and twisted his arm in an attempt to force Dave to the ground.
He could not think through his emotion. Everything was blurred around him, and he simply acted instead of thinking, looked before he saw. This fucking human had destroyed his coping mechanism, had filled him with all this blinding, foreign, mind-numbing headache called rage. He didn't know how to handle it, and so he just rolled with it, doing what instinct dictated.
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Post by calculatedflame on Feb 13, 2013 22:48:07 GMT -5
Dave lost his balance almost, but managed to catch himself at the last minute and aim a punch at Gamzee.
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 13, 2013 22:49:58 GMT -5
Gamzee received a blow to the gut, grunting in pain but keeping a hold on Dave. His claws wrapped around his wrist tighter, trying to get his other wrist too.
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Post by calculatedflame on Feb 13, 2013 23:03:01 GMT -5
Dave kept moving his wrist out of the way, but the claws were digging in too tightly to his free one. He cried out, losing focus for a moment, to feel a hand close on his other wrist.
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 13, 2013 23:30:15 GMT -5
Gamzee grabbed both wrists and started dragging Dave back towards his room.
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Post by calculatedflame on Feb 13, 2013 23:31:54 GMT -5
Dave struggled as best he could, but part of his energy was focused on trying to keep his shades on his face. He needed them.
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 13, 2013 23:44:10 GMT -5
Gamzee slowly dragged Dave back to his room and threw him inside, slamming the door behind him and locking it. The grin crawled wider across his lips.
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Post by calculatedflame on Feb 14, 2013 19:19:10 GMT -5
Dave's shades flew off as he was thrown in. He slapped the ground as he hit, rebounding to his feet, then made a dash towards the shades.
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 14, 2013 23:20:11 GMT -5
Gamzee flashstepped, foot coming down on the shades as he blocked Dave's path.
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Post by calculatedflame on Feb 14, 2013 23:50:24 GMT -5
Dave gave a strangled cry, one hand reaching towards where his shades were now lying, crushed. No amount of tape would fix this. He backed up, trying to stay calm, but he was freaking out, worse than he ever had. He needed those. They were all he had left of Bro, and gave him a place to hide when thought he couldn't go on. His strange, red irises bared, he kept his eyes on Gamzee, shaking.
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 15, 2013 0:06:59 GMT -5
Gamzee's smile stretched wider. A defense mechanism for a defense mechanism, it was only fair. "Honk." His hands curled into fists, the tips of his claws pricking needlelike holes into his skin.
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Post by calculatedflame on Feb 15, 2013 0:11:30 GMT -5
Dave flinched, backing up into a corner, fisted hands going up in a fighting pose. He was nowhere near as good with hand-to-hand as with a sword; with a sword he could take him. But he was pretty good with hand-to-hand, normally. His mind went back and forth between filled with words, thoughts, fears, and going blank in abject fear. He felt naked, transparent, like everyone could see what he was thinking.
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 15, 2013 0:39:53 GMT -5
Gamzee's fingers curled around the club that appeared in his hand, an unholy expression stretched over his face like a leather mask. Abject wrath had possessed him. It held him tightly, crushing his sensible thoughts and sane mind in its grasp. He threw his head back and laughed at his past self. The human had done something good, yes. It had enlightened him to the error and foolishness of his old ways, and now his veins were filled with the truest of righteous mirth and the holiest of retribution.
He would show this motherfucker what the Mirthful Messiahs were really about. There was no one else that knew their true side but him. He had come to speak the wicked ways true to all those that would hear, which made him a prophet. Which made him a Messiah.
Both of them.
He flew at Dave, club coming down hard, aimed towards his shoulderblade.
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Post by calculatedflame on Feb 15, 2013 0:42:13 GMT -5
Dave tried to dodge, but it clipped the edge of his shoulder. White-hot pain shot through him as he called out, clutching at it.
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 15, 2013 0:47:02 GMT -5
Gamzee landed behind Dave, spinning on his heel and going for his side this time as he sprang.
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