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[Day 3] neighborhood brawl day! [[ acid v. mutts ]] Mar 12, 2022 15:34:21 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2022 15:34:21 GMT -5

pack of ironsquall
[ 45 | 45 HP ]

Through the storm, they look ever the more menacing. Ironsquall -- and these are no juvenile beasts. Anyone who had visited the den before now would have spotted these towering creatures wandering the outskirts, but over the last twelve hours the far corner of the arena has become overrun with them. Life in the arena has been passive, society for these creatures was something of a sanctuary.

Then, the Ironskull Sisters were slain.

Ironsquall blood drained into the sands and the storms kicked up just as quick as the stampede. The scene erupt into chaos practically overnight as twisters threatened to suck and pluck anything not nailed to the ground and send it flying half way across the arena. Natural disasters come as they go, but there's 1 thing that's always certain - neighborhood brawl day, baby! Get lost in the storm now and you may just wind up in the grinder of raging Ironsquall packs, smashing skulls together until chips and chunks of gems and flesh peel off onto the ground.

Weak mutts scramble out of the fray, juvenile giraffes and their towering mothers race between sparring alphas and the chasing twisters. Natural disaster meets natural order as a behemoth emerges from the dust, a 27 foot Ironsquall appears, the Colossus of the Badlands. Might in its footsteps, all white alabaster with crimson running from its mace of a crown to the tip of its chest, the sight of it as unavoidable as its stench. Death magnified, titan meet titan.

Welcome to the brawl.

[ ironsquall juvenile is launched at wes's mech ]
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[ 15019 -- SPEAR IN BACK -- 9.0 damage ]

[ ironsquall alpha challenges parker's mech ]
javelin
[ 15014 -- DEEP GASH ON RIGHT FOREARM -- 8.0 damage ]

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[Day 3] neighborhood brawl day! [[ acid v. mutts ]] Mar 12, 2022 21:03:08 GMT -5

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Post by ᴥ on Mar 12, 2022 21:03:08 GMT -5

Parker has become his favorite excuse. A pretty little reason to lean into his impulses - heat and pressure, a spark introduced to scattered gunpowder. For as long as Wes could remember ambition had eaten away at him, but he hadn't the first fucking idea what to do with it. It's nice having someone guide his hand, refining his broad strokes into something prettier. She pushes him, he pushed back - they're racing toward a guillotine and he's never been happier.

There's still the stale taste of wine on his tongue when they reach the Den. It's the first place he feels just as much a piece of prey as he does a starving predator. His wrist twitches, steering the mech just a bit closer to Parker's. It's an involuntary thought, an urge he wouldn't have acted upon if he'd been aware of it. It's embarrassing to admit that her proximity has become comforting enough that he's seeking it out.

He's had friends before, but never ones that took up so much space. She occupies his thoughts in a way that feels dangerous - like pulling the trigger on a gun you'd only just loaded. It's intentional and exhilarating and so obviously he can't get enough of it.

Parker dares him to burn this fucking place to the ground, and he'll die before he backs down from a challenge. "You're so fucking smart." He leans toward the window of his mech so that she can see his smile.

Their mechs screech as the edge toward the entryway, a piece of scrapmetal clanging against rubble. His vision is still hazy around the edges, grains of sand having worn a dream-like quality into the nightmare around them. He'd tried his best to keep his fatigue from showing, smile broadening at every sharp pain. he'sfinehe'sfinehe's-

The mutt catches him from behind and he doesn't mean to scream but it hurts so fucking bad.

He smells blood, his blood, and that just pisses him off.

He's so fucking angry.

There will be nothing left of these things when he's done with them.

He loads an explosive round into the mech - he had promised after all. Wes decides then and there that he's a man of his word.

[wes attacks ironsquall - explosive round]
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[Day 3] neighborhood brawl day! [[ acid v. mutts ]] Mar 12, 2022 21:35:48 GMT -5

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Post by nolan goode 10m / kaitlin. on Mar 12, 2022 21:35:48 GMT -5

You've always preferred silence.

It's been true since you were a little girl. Not that you were the child hiding behind your mother's skirt at the market, but you didn't much want to go in either. You wouldn't scream or cry, but you would sit yourself down on a crate and you wouldn't move until she finished whatever errands she needed to run. She'd huff, say you weren't old enough to be alone, and you'd shrug, say she'd better leave you at home next time. She'd roll her eyes, and you'd sit, and you'd watch, detached and content to be as such.

The thing is, you like Wes's noise. Sideways grin across his face as he follows you further into the heart of the Den on a hunch there's something hidden waiting for them behind the wall of flesh and metal, Wes does something to the echoes in your chest. He reminds you that silence is nothing without the noise that surrounds it. And his noise makes you laugh, feel bright, light in ways you don't usually allow yourself to indulge in.

Being alone is never so precious as when you have just been surrounded, and neither of you will ever be as young as you are tonight. You could gag with the sentimentality of it all.

So, setting them on fire instead of thinking about it really just makes sense.

There are worse thing to do to the people that you love than kill them. It's easy to watch the world do it, lean back on your haunches and feel the sun warm your cheeks as the world tears them apart day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute. You look at Wes indulge in his inability to say no, watch him give you an inch, and you demand of him a mile.

"You're so smart."

You fire. He's killing you, too, you think.

You don't much mind.

"See if you can roll under them!" She says over the comms, voice short and jagged around her words as the pain sears through her shoulder. Those crowns fucking hurt. "Get into a flanking position!"

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[Day 3] neighborhood brawl day! [[ acid v. mutts ]] Mar 12, 2022 22:58:17 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2022 22:58:17 GMT -5

pack of ironsquall
[ 23.5 | 45 HP ]

What makes this day all the more dangerous is that what appears to be one large pack is actually two -- passing by, Ironsquall's are prone to aggressive out lashes in territory. The weak had weeded themselves, children tossed like rag dolls and sick walked on like the rubble they'd become. Brutality makes the crown in the Den as one alpha destroys another, there's an undeniable sick factor watching one head crush open another.

In the heat of battle, hide your weaknesses. Two mechanical creatures emerge threatening enough as the Colossus of the Badlands is slain, set ablaze and caught undertow the beasts no longer beneath him. Fire meets the sand, crystal chips knocked and carved into the melting forge of new glass. Heat burns away and catches in the chaos of a sandstorm, dogfare gone guerrilla, a unit of a bear shoots at their knee caps and throats.

Aim to injury, aim to kill.

That old phrase, the bigger they are the harder they fall, Ironsquall's go down fighting everything including gravity. There's no getting back up once you're caught under the stampede - not in the height of it. As the two clans clash, Colossus collapses on the opponent he faces. A tribute, that explains it. Natural disaster, unnatural circumstances; what better to destroy nature than a reckless child with a god complex.

It continues:

[ ironsquall mother clobbers at wes's mech ]
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[ -- ]

[ ironsquall alpha collapses on parker's mech ]
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[Day 3] neighborhood brawl day! [[ acid v. mutts ]] Mar 12, 2022 23:27:19 GMT -5

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Post by ᴥ on Mar 12, 2022 23:27:19 GMT -5

It tears him apart.

It is not polite nor clean, stealing the breath from his lungs and the smile from his lips. The world stops and so does Wes, knuckles white around the controls as his eyes settle not on the beast that had nearly killed him but on a crumbling wall just behind it. The pain goes fluffy, a softened edge that fills his brain with cotton candy. He takes a deep breath and holds it, reveling in how that makes the world spin.

Having found himself on the precipice of life and death, he realizes it's a homecoming. Pushing through the pain for the stubborn sake of it, he executes Parker's command with flawless precision. He shrugs off his jacket and ties it tight around his throat, struggling to breathe but at least it's stopped his blood from making the controls slippery. "Easy as." He speaks through the comms channel, his voice so rough and strained it's near unrecognizable. And that bothers him because he only wants Parker to know him. Who he really is, who he's let himself become for her.

"Stupid-ass donkey." He hisses through his teeth, struggling to focus on the beast in front of him. He's chasing an ending but not this one. He's not there yet, he's not found his reason for breathing. Wes isn't afraid of dying, he's angry this might end. He's got to ruin himself, he won't let a Capitol Dog do the job for him.

He won't pray, he won't hope. He's better than that.

He plays a risky game and he likes fucking winning.

"I'm okay." He tell Parker, not because she might be worried but he wants her to hear the truth in his voice.

It makes him feel better, if only a little.

[wes attacks ironsquall - explosive round]
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[Day 3] neighborhood brawl day! [[ acid v. mutts ]] Mar 13, 2022 0:51:32 GMT -5

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Post by nolan goode 10m / kaitlin. on Mar 13, 2022 0:51:32 GMT -5

The explosive meets flesh, and where an explosion should burst on impact, there's nothing. Anger seethes through you, white hot and frustrated. You hate it when the things that are supposed to work are so fucking finicky.

You'd stared at the goddamned things for the better part of watch the night before, couldn't figure out how the delicate wiring could handle the propulsion from the suits. Intended as a ranged weapon, they make little sense to you. To ensure the thing doesn't fall apart before it gets to its target, you have to get in close.

With the explosive. Meant to detonate on impact.

One can see the problem.

You'd twisted it over and over in your hands, lips pursed. Toolbox open at your side, even you knew there was a good chance the thing wouldn't be able to explode at a range.

You hate being right about that.

"Fuck you, Hades," you hiss under your breath. "Fucking tease."

Panserbjørn wounds you moreso than the Ironsquall does. It happens in quick succession, the thing ducking out towards you, crowned in silver. It doesn't manage to fully penetrate the armor, but it twists it inward until the metal scrapes along your calf over and over. You shift, try to angle away from the thing, and feel the metal catch on flayed skin.

You miss the moment where it happens, but suddenly there's a jacket tied around Wes's neck and blood is pouring down his shirt. You think about how the futures you had yesterday were probably different from the one's you have today, now, after this. "I'm okay," he shares, unnecessarily, and you realize, uncomfortably, how startlingly human he is. How human you both are.

You look away.

"Stay that way," you say in response, voice stern. "Or I'll make sure you die slower."

You lumber your way a few paces forward, dig the heels of the bear mech in and try to slow your propulsion forward. You don't want to get it too close. Their crowns reach far enough; you haven't the slightest interest in their hooves, too.

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[Day 3] neighborhood brawl day! [[ acid v. mutts ]] Mar 13, 2022 1:26:18 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2022 1:26:18 GMT -5

pack of ironsquall
[ 8.5 | 45 HP ]

There's almost a moment of calm in the middle of the eye that dares you to relax. To breathe or otherwise hesitate, as the towering hunk of metal clamors to the ground such as beast and beast before it, the outerlands of the Den draws to a murmur. Just for a second, you can think straight, assess the situation and pick it up again as the war horn blows.

As it always does in the Badlands.

Sure proof, sure fire, one mech suit gets back to its feet as the other shoots again. Click, click, click, trampled under the sound of Ironsquall's reigniting the fight of their own. It's easy to tell who's not a part of your pact - who doesn't belong. Who has to go. You'll see it in their eyes before you swing back, nonverbal, intrinsically. As the mech suits pour out bullets and hellfire, some of the packs have learned to steer away, to pick a fight with something of the same material, but those reckless juveniles, always ready to prove themselves.

Most have left, glistening jeweled corpses stuck in the sands like statutes becoming lost behind for the storms to swallow. The battle might be dying, fewer and fewer remaining, but the storm continues on.

[ ironsquall young charges at wes's mech ]
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[ 15038 -- SPEAR IN BACK -- 9.0 damage ]

[ ironsquall corpse is slung at parker's mech ]
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[ 15084 -- SHALLOW CUT ON HAND -- 3.0 damage ]

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[Day 3] neighborhood brawl day! [[ acid v. mutts ]] Mar 13, 2022 1:30:19 GMT -5

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Post by ᴥ on Mar 13, 2022 1:30:19 GMT -5

His breaths feel stolen, frantic little puffs of air that do little relieve his aching lungs. He hardly feels the little one's blow, though his hand slips off the controls and he crashed into an adjacent wall as a result of it. The wound on his neck tears open, a fresh wave of blood soaking through the cloth. He reaches up to tighten it, a vain gesture that only makes it harder to breathe. Strangely, Wes finds he doesn't mind all that much.

Three out of four bombs ended up defective - so it was a fucking joke instead of a reward. He makes note to file a complaint when they reach the other side. When they've burned this fucking place to the ground and there's nothing human left in them. Because he's leaking humanity, gashes jagged and deep worn into his skin. Wounds which will not have the privilege of turning into scars. Wes will wear them like fucking armor, a reminder of why he's got to make himself invincible.

"Stay that way." Parker tells him and he lets a fond laugh slip in response, holding onto her voice like a tether as he reorients himself. "Or I'll make sure you die slower."

In this state he isn't supposed to feel a damn thing and in spite of that Parker's words make his chest ache. He laughs again, slurring a half-coherent response into the mic.

"Is that a promise?" Wes doesn't intend to die, but there's no better person to bleed for. "It should be." And every time he's ever tried to lie to Parker it has come out some jumbled version of the truth. She sees him, all he is, laid bare before her and meets it with burning apathy. Her gaze has changed in the time they've been together, not warmer but hungrier. Like she wants to take him apart and memorize all the ways to set him off.

He'd let her, too. Of course he would, it sounds like a grand fucking time.

"Together." He rolls beneath the mutt's gangly legs, until he's right beside Parker's mech. "We'll overwhelm them."

He switches the ammo again, this time to a cannon. He kisses his fist before he fires.

It's Parker that gets the killing blow, the force blasting one's head clean off. The bloody stump sways like some twisted vine before the thing falls over with a wet plop. Wes finishes off the little one, punching the control panel a few times and further wrecking his ruined throat with a victory cry.

"ANOTHER ONE FOR PARKER LACHLAN. KINGSLAYER!"

He always seeks her out in moments like these, like he's trying to burn the sight of her into his skin.

"Should we make ourselves some crowns?"

Black creeps into the corners of his vision, each blink heavier than the last. "I just..." He swipes a bloody hand over a button, meaning to eject but his fingers have lost all strength "Needa....."

He slumps a bit in his chair.

"'s good. go'on ahead i'll be there ina sec."

[wes attacks ironsquall - cannon round]
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[Day 3] neighborhood brawl day! [[ acid v. mutts ]] Mar 13, 2022 2:19:42 GMT -5

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Post by nolan goode 10m / kaitlin. on Mar 13, 2022 2:19:42 GMT -5

The thing clobbers it's own, too, smaller Ironsquall trampled as the gargantuan beasts lumber towards you with surprising strength. You can't help but look sideways at Wes and wonder how many lessons you should take away from this fight.

You don't have time to linger on the thought.

You're already looking away.

If it wasn't for his voice in your ears, you'd try and push him away entirely. Swallow, grit your teeth, and deep inhale until you could nearly forget he was there, but—"we'll overwhelm them," he suggests, and it's like needles to your veins, igniting you with adrenaline and fire. You could never really understood getting addicted to drugs until you met Wes.

"Fuck you, Hades," you say again, one more time just for good measure. You flick the lever on the back of your left hand-hold, swap over to cannons instead of those goddamned explosives. You pretend not to see Wes kiss his fist, foolish boy.

Luck is for losers.

He's never needed luck; he's got you.

Ready, aim, fire.

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