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Post by calculatedflame on Feb 15, 2013 0:54:47 GMT -5
Dave was going to lose. He could tell that much. "I'm sorry!" he cried out as he bent over in pain. "Please! I'm sorry."
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 15, 2013 1:01:59 GMT -5
His reply came in the form of a high shriek, thick with hysteria. "YOU MOTHER FUCKING THINK SOMETHING AS MISTRUTHFUL AS A MOTHER FUCKING APOLOGY CAN FIX THIS SHIT?" His voice did a 180, becoming low and taunting, sinister. "You're wrong." And it flipped again, "YOU ARE MOTHERFUCKING WRONG UP SO MANY DIFFERENT ALLEYS YOU MAY AS FUCKING WELL HAVE A CITY INTERWOVEN OF MOTHERFUCKING HALF-TRUTHS. You just don't want to die." He was looking at Dave like a beast would look at their prey and like a master, and actual honest-to-god master, would look at an amusing if not obnoxious servant. A dark smirk played at his lips.
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Post by calculatedflame on Feb 15, 2013 1:05:28 GMT -5
Dave flinched, hands going up halfway to cover his ears. He was afraid of what would happen if he actually covered them, so he listened to Gamzee shout at him, glancing up fearfully. He saw the look in the other's eyes, and it scared him. "Then how do I fix this?" he asked, his voice low and half-controlled.
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 15, 2013 1:10:05 GMT -5
"YOU SHUT YOUR MOTHERFUCKING MOUTH AND SPEAK NONE BUT THE TRUTH. I guess, to a fuckin point, i should be thanking you." His head tilted thoughtfully to the side, unblinking eyes trained on Dave.
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Post by calculatedflame on Feb 15, 2013 1:13:03 GMT -5
Dave shut his mouth, wondering why Gamzee would be thanking him. He backed up against the wall, his side on fire. He couldn't tell if anything was broken, but it all hurt like hell.
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 15, 2013 1:16:16 GMT -5
"YOU MOTHERFUCKING ENLIGHTENED US, MOTHERFUCKER. From our false and wicked heresies against our own motherfucking selves. TO THE MOTHERFUCKERS WHAT SHOWED IT. You cleared my eyes and mind and showed us what's right and wrong." He took a step closer.
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Post by calculatedflame on Feb 15, 2013 1:19:05 GMT -5
Dave pressed against the wall. Maybe this wasn't the best plan. At least Gamzee couldn't flashstep behind him (and since when had someone besides Bro and him sometimes been able to do that?) here. He bit his lip, following orders. Don't push your luck.
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 15, 2013 1:28:25 GMT -5
Apparently Gamzee could, in fact, flashstep, because within a second he was halfway across the room and just out of Dave's reach, sitting on his heels with an almost goading smile. "AND DO YOU MOTHERFUCKING KNOW WHAT NOW I WANT FROM YOU, BROTHER? Master to slave, rightful commander, it don't matter if you can fuckin' guess. KNEEL BEFORE YOUR MESSIAHS, MOTHERFUCKER, AND SHOW YOUR GODS SOME MOTHERFUCKING RESPECT."
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Post by calculatedflame on Feb 15, 2013 1:34:15 GMT -5
Dave grit his teeth. He did not want to. But his mind was racing. What other choice did he have. If he didn't Gamzee would hurt him until he did. The only thing it would do would be to show that he wasn't broken, which would make Gamzee break him. Slowly, looking away and forcing back the shame that rose in his throat like bile, he lowered himself onto his knees. His shoulder hurt.
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 15, 2013 1:39:56 GMT -5
Very, very wise move, Dave Strider. Gamzee's grin was forced even wider, making it look more like he was bearing fangs instead of smiling. He relaxed his arm, allowing his club to rest at his side as his ego was fed. For a moment, he felt like a king watching his knight bow. It was an odd sensation, but not at all unpleasant. He had seen that Dave would cooperate with a little persuasion. If he acted up again, all it took was a little more.
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Post by calculatedflame on Feb 15, 2013 1:43:20 GMT -5
Dave bit his lip. He felt terrible. He thought of what his bro would say if he could see him kneeling, and stood up angrily. "Fuck this." he said, balling his hands into fists, and flashstepping towards Gamzee, trying to punch him in the face.
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 15, 2013 1:51:00 GMT -5
Gamzee was taken by surprise and the hit connected, square it the nose. The self-proclaimed Mirthful Messiahs snarled and staggered back, nose unbroken but bleeding. Gamzee cupped his hands over his mouth and nose, sending a murderous glance at the fleshbag that had hit him. He pulled back his hands and glanced at them, discovering the indigo, and his eyes immediately returned to Dave with a bizarre expression somewhere between panic and fury. He adjusted his club, which had come to rest in the arch between the thumb and the forefinger, and clutched the handle until his knuckles turned white. He flashstepped at Dave, swinging with the fury of his entire bloodline rolled up into one.
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Post by calculatedflame on Feb 15, 2013 1:53:33 GMT -5
Dave started to flashstep away, but that look of fury had caught him off guard. The club smashed into his side, and he went flying, slamming into the wall before sliding down, head spinning. "Fuck you." he said.
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 15, 2013 2:01:59 GMT -5
"Shut up." The command was simple, casual, pointed and threatening all at once. He flashstepped in front of Dave again, aiming his kneecap at Dave's jaw.
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Post by calculatedflame on Feb 15, 2013 2:05:09 GMT -5
Dave began to shake his head and opened his mouth to talk back, but then Gamzee's knee slammed into his jaw, shutting it and forcing his head against the wall. A trickle of red was weaving its way among his blond locks, headed for the nape of his neck. His head spun.
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