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inner fcking peace // lex + denali vs mutts { day 4 } Nov 17, 2018 23:58:56 GMT -5

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Post by gm bourgeois decadence [aya] on Nov 17, 2018 23:58:56 GMT -5

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[attr="id","lSpeech"]but i keep you on your best behavior
honey i can't be your savior
love you to the grave and farther
honey i am not your martyr

"...and breathe the bullshit of the world back out through your mouth."

Lex is still unclear as to how Denali talked her to joining her morning meditation. Her leading theory is that Denali sat her upright in her slumber and just started talking until the murmured responses started tumbling from Lex's semi-conscious brain.

At least sitting still with her eyes closed was almost the same thing as sleep.

"Inhale the splendor of nature.... and exhale all of the fucked up shit the world has piled on you."

As instructed, she breathes in, breathes out. Like a snore, it catches in her nose.

[attr="id","lSpeech"]"This is dumb," she exhales, eyes still shut comfortably.

"Yes! Breathe out the idiocy of the universe!" Denali affirms. Two birds chirp their concurrence. Lex groans, but it sounds more like a yawn than anything else.

"My mind is clear and focused on being a badass bitch in a battle jacket. I am relaxed and calm and ready to wreck shit as it tries and fails to come for me. Fuck yeah."

[attr="id","lSpeech"]"Fuck yeah," Lex agrees. I am a badass bitch in a battle jacket. Check my chivalry. Check my courage. I will cut a bitch and I will feel no remorse. I might also lay back down...

"I am at peace within myself and at war with everyone else. I am detached from everything except my weapons and my infallible willpower. My thoughts are quiet. My fists are loud. My mind is highly focused and perfectly fucking calm. Mental serenity is mine, bitches. Suck it. The bullshit of the world can't fucking touch this. Fuck yeah."

[attr="id","lSpeech"]"Fuck yeah."

They ride off into the sunrise like that's a normal hour to be awake and doing things. Denali is polite enough to steer the RLS Trolley Problem while Lex spends the time mustering consciousness. After a time, the grass turns to weeds, turns to sand and dirt. Their landship hits a large rock on the left and spends far too long for Lex's liking traveling on a single set of wheels. But she's so exhausted from the deprivation of sleep (after all, the sun's only been up for like two or three hours) that she quickly slumps over onto the right side of the carts. (Draw me like one of your District Five girls. Not that it ever really comes to that.)

The sun beats down inferno-hot on the sand, despite the mild air. The desert reflects, not quite into glass but Lex is sure that's next on the list if the sun gets its way. Surely they've gone too far at this point. Will the Gamemakers redirect them if they go out-of-bounds? Or can they keep driving all the way — to the woods, to District Seven, back to the Lionel workshop? Ripred, that would be nice. Take a hike through the woods, be back in time to split some of her dad's practically-famous smoked ribs with Denali for dinner, fall asleep cuddling with Burl-the-Woodshop-cat and her kittens.

Shit. They can't. Not together. Neither can live while the other survives — that's the very nature of the Hunger Games. Get to know someone from somewhere else for the first time in your life — and then kill each other, or get stabbed by some unworthy fuckboy from a Career district, or get chewed apart by mutts. And if you're lucky — like Lex is — maybe your soul gets carried by someone as honorable as Arthur Lionel. (Sixty years old, stodgy, stubborn, bound to die of a heart attack in the next decade with no one — no Lexandriy — left to fuss over him.) Maybe it gets carried by some other Lyons. (The kind to sleepwalk naked and cry over a bowl the whipped cream presented to an ally's corpse — or the kind to pick dead bugs and bits of saw dust out of an exposed brain as funeral rites — or the kind to offer themselves in mortal sacrifice for a sister who may or may not feel genuine gratitude for the gesture.)

Then Lex stabs a tree.

[attr="id","lSpeech"][ attacks joshua tree, golden gate (sword) ]

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[attr="id","lSpeech"][ 1100 -- Shallow Cut on Left Bicep -- 3.5 damage ]

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inner fcking peace // lex + denali vs mutts { day 4 } Nov 18, 2018 14:10:21 GMT -5

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Post by L△LIA on Nov 18, 2018 14:10:21 GMT -5

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[attr="class","Denali1Title"]the queen of peace always does her best to please
is it any use — somebody's gotta lose

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That's when Lex swings a maniacal fist straight into Denali's teeth. Knuckle-to-incisor, there's a metallic tang of blood as her lip splits and she shoves the blonde back to the ground with a shout. "What the actual fuck, Lex?!" No response. "Are you possessed?! I'm not in the mood to perform an exorcism, you psychopath! It's morning! Time! To! Wake! Up!" A tremendous snore grates the air and suddenly Lex's unconscious arm hooks itself back and attempts to wallop the Lyons girl upside the head once again.

When Lex told her she was a sleep fighter, Denali assumed it was a joke. The next ten minutes are spent screaming, clapping, and hitting the battle drums as loudly as she can in an attempt to wake her combative ally, but nothing seems to work. "I could just kill you now!" Denali screams directly into Lex's ear, exasperated. "You'd never even know, you ridiculous head case! What'dya say? Stabby stabby? Yeah? YEAH?!" Riled up and waving her breadknife around like a madwoman, Denali finally collapses on the ground, at a loss.

"...yeah," Lex mumbles in her sleep, "ridickilusss head... case."

Sucking in a deep breath, Denali closes her eyes and tries to summon her sanity back before it abandons her forever. "Clear your mind. Just clear your fucking mind, Denali. Do not allow this lunatic to get the best of you when she's not even conscious. You are stronger than this. You are fully awake —" The snoring continues. "— in both mind and spirit. You are in control of your own world, no matter the chaos. Do not allow that chaos to come for you. Be the chaos and come for the fucking world." There's a sudden clattering as Lex throws both fists at the empty air, sitting up so suddenly that Denali thinks she might finally have woken.

"Come... for the fuck—" The mumbling pauses for another glass shattering snore. "—ing world."

Denali sighs. "Do not allow that chaos to come for you," she repeats with emphasis.

"Allow..." Lex continues her senseless parroting, "...for you."

"Exhale the negative energy of all the knuckle-draggers and the totally fucking crazy bitches that plague you. Exhale the evil demon omen birds. Exhale the guilt. Breathe in only the bright and sparkling hope of escaping this hellhole." And she does. Fuck yeah, she does. "...and breathe the bullshit of the world back out through your mouth." Breathe out. Breathe in. "Inhale the splendor of nature and exhale all of the fucked up shit the world has piled on you." This is what we call: Centered. As. Fuck.

"This is dumb," Lex mumbles, slowly regaining consciousness as Denali detaches from her own.

"Yes!" She shouts with enthusiasm. That's the spirit. "Breathe out the idiocy of the universe! My mind is clear and focused on being a badass bitch in a battle jacket. I am relaxed and calm and ready to wreck shit as it tries and fails to come for me. Fuck yeah."

"Fuck yeah," comes a concurring voice. Badass bitches in battle jackets. Fuck yeah.

"I am at peace within myself and at war with everyone else." Denali's grin glints wicked in the light of sunrise, teeth at the ready for whatever the day dares to throw at her. "I am detached from everything except my weapons and my infallible willpower. My thoughts are quiet. My fists are loud. My mind is highly focused and Perfectly. Fucking. Calm. Mental serenity is mine, bitches. Suck it. The bullshit of the world can't fucking touch this. Fuck yeah."

"Fuck yeah."

When Denali opens her eyes, Lex blinks back at her with a mixture of mild confusion and enlightened as fuck readiness for the day. Their camp is packed up with the utmost efficiency and they set sail, racing a new day to the horizon line. The black lake and ferns become a barren terrain of dusty hills, but the scant landscape doesn't bother a girl filled with this much inner fucking peace. Even the murder of horror birds that continue to roost upon the sail of the RLS Trolley problem, menacingly swooping and cawing throughout their travels, can't get under her skin. The crows and vultures cackle — hello! — to a condor circling far overhead that seems to be contemplating whether or not there's room enough for it to claim a perch as well, but at this point Denali and Lex barely register the comings and goings of their avian stalkers. The duo is far more intrigued by a bizarre tree they've parked the land ship beneath for a rest break and shady respite. "What kind of weird ass tree is this?" Even Lex can't seem to put her finger on the species, muttering and craning her neck back to inspect the palm fronds for clues before hacking at the trunk with her sword to see if the wood density might reveal anything. "It's kind of cool, but..."

Maybe it's PTSD from this morning, but Denali blinks and suddenly the branches shiver to life like sleeping fists swinging toward them. "I fucking said I wasn't in the mood to perform exorcisms today!" Denali screeches — stop, drop, and rolling out of the way — swiping a fistful of knives from her kitchen block and panic-stabbing the blades into a jar of tar. One of Lex's matches bursts to life in her hand and she sets the whole jar alight before hurling a blazing bread knife at the possessed demon tree. "Be the motherfucking chaos you wish to see in the world!"

Fuck. Yeah.

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[ denali coats four throwing knives with tar; lights ]

[ denali attacks the tree; flaming chef's knife ]

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[ 9139 // Shallow Cut on Back — 4 damage ]

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[ 40 // moderate burn — 4 damage ]

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inner fcking peace // lex + denali vs mutts { day 4 } Nov 18, 2018 14:37:21 GMT -5

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Post by Tom on Nov 18, 2018 14:37:21 GMT -5

Conner the Condor

He's not like the other condors. They fly around and swirl HOOMANS with the want of meat to eat, just like the rest of them. They swirl and swirl like they could soar forever and when they decide to land, it's with friends and family. Conner wasn't like the other condors. He was alone. No family. No friends. Only Conner and his tree.

Being alone wasn't so bad though. More food for just Conner. More space just for Conner. Conner had it all, but was all of it worth it. A small caw comes from his throat as he feels the urge to peck a leaf away. The tree swing gently at Conner and Conner knew that the tree lives. It's his only friend in the world. Treevor was home. No one would take his home away. Two condors swirl past that morning cackling at him because the bald loner is alone in his tree. Well screw those Condors, he didn't need anyone except for Treevor.

As soon as Conner decides to take his nap for the morning, he is jumped awake by the sound of something hitting his friend Treevor. Limbs swinging at the hoomans to protect Conner. Conner had a friend. Conner couldn't let the HOOMANS hurt his friend! HOOMANS ARE MONSTERS! Conner must fight. Conner must protect. The other birds that the red one has screech at him to not. Something about protecting the bird goddess, but he was never one for religion. Goddess HOOMAN be damned, he wouldn't back down!

Conner was not going to let HOOMANS ruin everything once again!

His family of Conners wouldn't be proud of him if he didn't protect his home!

Conner was a condor and he would not let HOOMANS hurt Treevor.

Plus free meat.

(Conner the Condor attacks Lex Lionel with claws//knife)
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Treevor the Joshua Tree

Sun time is always the best time. No annoyances during the day. Conner relaxing at home. Only the bright light of the sun glistening over him giving him life and energy. Conner is his best friend, even if they can't talk to one another. No other trees are like him, they don't move like him. He is a special tree. The only special tree and every other tree can be damned. He's always been comfortable relaxing around the area. Nothing more than a peaceful time with his peaceful friend who sometimes pecks bugs and other awful things away from him.

It was peaceful until two humans and their flock of birds decided to show up. All he could do was tell himself one thing. Act like a tree. They'll leave you alone. Treevor wasn't afraid of humans, not at all. He wasn't a coward on a good day. He was a strong independent tree, who didn't need to fight to solve his problems. The humans were talking for awhile, until he's slammed by some metal thing. It hurts. It hurts a bit. Instead of remaining still, he's in pain and mad.

Tree branches swing, but the red one dodges it. The giant contraption of shiny things and junk glitters in his face (does he even have a face) and he swings again at the red girl. No one is going to hurt him and take Conner's home away. He wouldn't let Conner the Condor, his friend lose everything. Then there was fire, burning on his wood and cutting into him. Now he was mad!

Branches sway with loud sounds and he doesn't scream out because he can't. He swings his leaves at the red one and knows that she's stronger than the other one. Conner swoops down and he can see Conner attacking the weaker one. The mother of birds would die thinking she could use fire on him!

(Treevor the Joshua Tree attacks Denali Lyons with branch barbs// knife)
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(stabbed in stomach 9.5, poisoned)

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inner fcking peace // lex + denali vs mutts { day 4 } Nov 18, 2018 15:57:58 GMT -5

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Post by gm bourgeois decadence [aya] on Nov 18, 2018 15:57:58 GMT -5

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[attr="id","lSpeech"]take us down and all apart
cherry tree
lay us out on the table
you're sharp alright

Red sap pools out of the tree from the pierce point. It glistens on the flat of her sword, dripping molasses-slow towards Lex's hand. [attr="id","lSpeech"]"Bloodwood tree? No..." Blood. Her stomach sinks in premonition, but Denali is faster on the draw.

A flaming breadknife whips past Lex's shoulder and shears the cursed tree. She scrambles backwards to get her bearings — it can't follow them, can it? — stumbling on a half-buried rail track. She recovers her footing for another swing at the blood tree, when the skirmish is joined by what has to be the ugliest bird Lex has ever seen. Including Denali's murder of feathered horrors.

The bird swoops at Lex talons-first. She buffets it back with the geometric hilt of the Golden Gate. [attr="id","lSpeech"]"Agh, fuck! Shouldn't you be dive-bombing Denali?"

As if on cue, a tree branch whomps to the ground.

[attr="id","lSpeech"]"No, shit, I didn't actually mean —" She grinds her teeth together, words devolving to a low growl.

[attr="id","lSpeech"][ attacks treevor the joshua tree, golden gate (sword) ]

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[attr="id","lSpeech"][ block ]

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[attr="id","lSpeech"][ 1109 -- Shallow Cut on Right Bicep -- 3.5 damage ]

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inner fcking peace // lex + denali vs mutts { day 4 } Nov 18, 2018 18:17:54 GMT -5

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Post by L△LIA on Nov 18, 2018 18:17:54 GMT -5

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[attr="class","Denali2Title"]help I'm alive
my heart keeps beating like a hammer

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A hell choir of birds echo Denali's war cry as the serrated edge of her bread knife carves a shallow line of — Ripred... is that blood?! What the — garrish red across the trunk of the tree, fire scorching the wound and leaving a sizzling smear of tar in its wake. The embers seem to damage much deeper than the blade does and the largest of all the birds gathered to witness the madness of a tree come to freaking life swoops down in search of vengeance. The miniature nightmare-faced birdling that has claimed Denali as her familiar flaps up to screech a warning at the condor hundreds of times its size and —

The gargantuan bird swerves to take an unexpected dive for Lex instead of Denali — "Wreck that hellspawn, Lex!" — but the hilt of her sword deflects its deadly claws. There's a terrifying ring that accompanies the collision as one weapon clashes with another and the realization hits her that these creatures are undoubtedly more deadly than any of the questionably skilled teenagers they've faced so far. A clumsy child is no match for a born killer and Denali becomes living (for now) proof as the devil tree skewers her in the stomach with a barb that burns as if it too were set alight. The already crumpled armor lining her battle jacket gives way and Denali's face attempts to tear itself apart in matched anguish, a scream roaring from the very core of her damaged gut.

Unwilling to give in to the pain, Denali makes a mad grab for a flaming boning knife. The blade may be small, but her rage given form would dwarf the condor, so she gathers it within her chest and grips the handle of the knife so tightly that it becomes one with her fury. "We are stronger than you, in both mind and spirit," she hisses the affirmation in a deadly calm voice, "Our thoughts are quiet; our fists —" Whipping her arm back, the hatred rips free from her heart and catapults itself down her arm, out her fingertips, and into her weapon. "— are fucking loud."

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[ denali attacks the tree; flaming boning knife ]

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[ 9068 // shallow cut on cheek — 3.5 damage ]

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[ 30 // minor burn — 2 damage ]

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inner fcking peace // lex + denali vs mutts { day 4 } Nov 18, 2018 21:05:13 GMT -5

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Post by Tom on Nov 18, 2018 21:05:13 GMT -5

Conner the Condor

HOOMANS are too strong. They are too fast. Conner the condor isn't enough. Claws clash with the metal thingy that glitters menacingly. Conner can feel the air grow hot. Fire! FIRE! Conner can see the fire of the bird goddess glowing and the sound of the weird bird on her shoulder cackles at him. Conner the condor is meant to live alone. Conner the condor was nothing more than the loser the other condors made him out to be.

The HOOMANS are yelling and talking and attracting all of the attention. Conner the condor has never been one to be the center of attention. Conner the condor was a loser! A BIG FAT LOSER! Other condors not named Conner made fun of him! His family, all of which were named Conner have left him and died. Died in front of the HOOMANS when they were in cages. Something about the other Conners being too weak. Conner the condor was not weak and his family wasn't either! Conner the condor felt strong in this clash with the metal thingy.

Conner the condor felt strong until Treevor bleeds so much that the tree stiffen and the leaves seem to be drying up. Conner the condor is panicking because his home. Home was dying! The HOOMANS were taking every away from him. HOOMANS were ruining everything once again! Conner the condor was meant to be alone, but at least he had Treevor to flick the other mean condors away. Without Treevor, who was Conner?

A caw comes from his throat as he cries, or in the eyes of the HOOMANS a weak caw. Claws still pointed, he needed to fight! Treevor the tree would want him to keep fighting. Conner the Condor wasn't a loser! He wasn't a loser!

Moving back, Conner the condor does what he knows best, he flies around the two before diving back onto the one with a metal thingy. No one tells him to switch prey. No one takes down Treevor and if the bird goddess was to take his home away, he would take her friend away!

How would she like it!

Conner caws the only attack cry he needs.

"CAW CAW FUCKER!"

(Conner the Condor attacks Lex Lionel with Claws//Knife)
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(Shallow Cut on Left Hip 3.5)

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inner fcking peace // lex + denali vs mutts { day 4 } Nov 19, 2018 6:45:44 GMT -5

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Post by gm bourgeois decadence [aya] on Nov 19, 2018 6:45:44 GMT -5

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[attr="id","lSpeech"]don't look at me
i'm only breathing
don't look at me i'm indiscreet

"Our thoughts are quiet; our fists are fucking loud."

Lex finds herself reflexively steadying her breathing. Inhale. Exhale. I am a badass bitch in a battle jacket. Inhale. Exhale. Birds are fucking stupid. Inhale. Exhale. They're delicious, though. Inhale. This one looks like it's already rotten. Exhale. But maybe it tastes like smoked turkey?

The branches of the cursed tree curl inward, like the legs of the house spider that Lex killed once by pouring a few drops of varnish stripper on it. Whether it's the final defense curl or a release of turgor pressure in death, it shouldn't bother them again. Probably. Like Lex has any idea about vicious killing machines masquerading as flora.

The bird is another matter. Squawking bloody murder, it dives again at Lex, talons finding the gap at the bottom of her battle jacket. (Silver lining: it's reassuring that the scavenger bird hasn't written off Denali as carrion.)

[attr="id","lSpeech"]"Gonna make you into turkey bacon," she grumbles, swatting at it with her sword. [attr="id","lSpeech"]"Probably too rancid to eat anyway."

[attr="id","lSpeech"][ attacks conner the condor, golden gate (sword) ]

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[attr="id","lSpeech"][ 1035 -- Shallow Cut on Back of Head -- 4.5 damage ]

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inner fcking peace // lex + denali vs mutts { day 4 } Nov 19, 2018 20:26:17 GMT -5

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Post by L△LIA on Nov 19, 2018 20:26:17 GMT -5

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[attr="class","Denali3Title"]if you're still alive
my regrets are few

[attr="class","Denali3Content"]

For once there’s a bird out to get Lex instead of Denali, but there’s nothing satisfying about this act of karmic retribution. Sure she pointed and laughed when the omen birds began coming for Denali and, yeah, she took photos of her panic instead of attempting to reassure her that she wasn’t being attacked, but like... isn’t that what anyone would do? The flock of scary nightmare birds following the duo around are actually kind of okay. Maybe the endless squawking is annoying, but it’s almost nice to have the company while Lex is sleeping. Sleep didn’t come easy to the Lyons girl even before the birds began showing up and the quiet of the redwoods that first night was horribly lonely. Her new avian friends seem reasonably interested in the doodles she’s been occupying her insomnia with and they don’t even peck at her arms so much now that they’ve accepted that no, Denali’s freckles aren’t secretly birdseed. Really... pinkie swear.

The condor seizes an opportunity to dig its claws into Lex’s hip as she swings her sword up for another attack, targeting a gap in her armor. It doesn’t look deep, but Denali is too preoccupied with worrying if the tree is about to impale her again to be able to catch a decent look at the wound. Blood pools on the ground around the strange tree’s roots, its branches curling in on itself, and in her gut, Denali is utterly certain that she killed it. She knows this the same way that she has seen death in the eyes of rabbits seeking her out in the woods or in the way a weary dragonfly lands upon her shoulder. A final breath still has a heartbeat, but it sounds less like the finishing beat of a drum rhythm and more like a gong — singular and shimmering in memory. It's impossible to say what gives this tree life, but it wouldn't surprise her to cut it down and discover a heart much like her own suspended within its core and certainly the quieting of something causes a flash of guilt to burn in Denali's chest.

There are more worthwhile concerns in this moment and so Denali takes up a flaming knife in each hand and scrambles to her feet. The blades are hilariously out of balance with each other — a signature cleaver in her left fist and the all too often underestimated paring knife in her right. A sudden breeze whips a matted lock of her hair into the blaze, but she doesn't flinch at the acrid scent. The stench of actual death haunts this place and there's much worse to be lost here than an inch or two of hair. She glances quickly at Lex before turning her attention to the incriminating blood dripping from the condor's talons. "I should gut you and stuff you as a souvenir of that one time a fool-ass bird decided to attack the wrong bitch." It's time for a real act of karmic retribution.

help i'm alive metric

[ denali attacks the condor; flaming paring knife ]

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[ 9102 // miss (knife lost) ]

1-50

[ 17 // extinguished ]

[ accuracy re-roll ]

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[ 9151 // Miss (knife lost) ]

[ magic wand ]

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[ 9003 // Knife in Stomack — 6.5 damage + 1 target practice ]

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inner fcking peace // lex + denali vs mutts { day 4 } Nov 19, 2018 20:47:13 GMT -5

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Post by Tom on Nov 19, 2018 20:47:13 GMT -5

Conner the Condor

Conner the condor finally gets a whiff of that smell. The fresh smell that Conner the condor always likes before a meal. Meat! Conner the condor had finally cut the blonde one! A joyous celebration for him! The loser of the condors finally causing a scratch on someone! If only Treevor was still there. Conner the condor was strong! He would avenge Treevor! He would bring honor to the family of Conners! Conner the Condor could do this! He could show these HOOMANS that he means business. A caw comes from his throat! A warcry that scrambles into the air louder than the other birds that the bird goddess has! If only he could have friends like the bird goddess!

No matter! Conner the condor couldn't fall here! He would fly high and strong like the other condors! He would be Treevor's hero! Then as if on cue to his celebrations, the blonde one cuts into his bald head! A whine escapes Conner's throat and he's terrified once more. HOOMANS were too much. HOOMANS hurt him! Not again! Not again! HOOMANS NO! Conner the condor flies still with confidence, swooping for confusion and hoping that their weapons don't hit him! Conner the condor can't die! He just can't die here!

A knife comes from the goddess into his stomach! OW! OW! OW! Conner the condor was growing weak! He was becoming weaker than what the other condors thought of him! No! The bird goddess can't take his life away. He needed more time! He needed more life! He wanted a family! He wanted friends! HOOMANS couldn't take that all away from him! Conner was dying, but he still flapped his wings and cawed at the HOOMANS with as much strength as he can manage. No one taught him to fight. He's had to learn from watching. Treevor was his bestie and now he was dead. Conner was going to die alone. Alone in this world because of the HOOMANS!

Damn HOOMANS!

Conner dive bombs the blond one, one last time.

This was it. This was the last thing he could do to survive.

HOOMANS were monsters!

Conner could be a friend, but they woke him and killed Treevor and that meant that these HOOMANS needed to die.

Or Conner would die.

Alone. Unloved.

Brave.

(Conner the Condor attack Lex Lionel with Claws// knife)
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inner fcking peace // lex + denali vs mutts { day 4 } Nov 20, 2018 8:53:27 GMT -5

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Post by gm bourgeois decadence [aya] on Nov 20, 2018 8:53:27 GMT -5

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[attr="id","lSpeech"]but no one is asking so leave it alone
leave it alone
can we
loose lips sink ships

The bird's talons graze her face, striping her cheek with asymmetrical warpaint. The fresh cut crosses the scabbed-over claw mark left by Denali's jagged fingernails on the first day in here. (That must be a month ago, so why does she still have that memento on her face?) Alight, the paring knife whips past and buries itself in the overgrown vulture's stomach and Lex too lights up with gratitude towards her past self for opting not to pull the other girl's heart from her chest on that first day. If this is still a hostage situation, then stockholm syndrome is one hell of a drug.

Threats of taxidermied revenge fly through the air — retaliation for messing with the wrong bitch. (Ha, that's me.) A goofy grin tugs at the new wound on Lex's cheek. [attr="id","lSpeech"]"Almost like you like me or something, Freckles." A trickle of blood finds its way into her mouth. It tastes the way upholstery work does, like a queue of nails stored between her lips, their heads clicking against her teeth. Salty and brass.

A cannon fires. Heart slamming into her ribs, Lex casts a glance over her shoulder to make sure that treacherous tree hasn't come back to life, that its palmetto spears haven't started swinging. But Denali is on her feet, bloody and singed and every bit as wild as on that first day. Uneasy laughter badly covers her concern. [attr="id","lSpeech"]"Too late to see if this one wants to be your pet, do you think?"

The sword is heavier in her hands when she swings it.

[attr="id","lSpeech"][ attacks conner the condor, golden gate (sword, tired) ]

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[attr="id","lSpeech"][ 1097 -- Stabbed in Back -- 9.0 damage +1 blades ]

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