Settling an old score
Who: Darc and Deshwitat
When: Sunday, right after reset
Where: The Rec room
Summery: Darc and Deshwitat meet up to settle a score, much violence and the destruction of the Rec room ensues
Rating Eh...who knows. The warnings tell you what's up XD
Warnings: Language, violence
Reset had barely just occurred when Darc silently exited his room - taking care not to alert Izaya to his uncharacteristic midnight wanderings - before beginning to make his way to the Rec room. He had been returned to his original half-human, 5’7 form and was now feeling decidedly small and awkward, yet despite this, backing down from his fight with Deshwitat was resolutely out of the question. He simply couldn’t allow the other to continue believing he was little more than prey, or that his defeat was imminent, and so, regardless of the consequences, he was going to face the vampire and show him exactly what he was capable of.
On arriving, one swift glance around the Rec room was enough to allow the halfbreed to determine that Deshwitat had yet to arrive, and his lips curled slightly at the corners in a small gesture of satisfaction; the vampire could not accuse him of cowardice if he had been the first to arrive at their designated meeting point, surely it only showed his eagerness to fight. He took up a position in the centre of the room, arms folded stiffly over his armoured chest and crimson eyes fixed on the door as he awaited the other’s arrival.
When: Sunday, right after reset
Where: The Rec room
Summery: Darc and Deshwitat meet up to settle a score, much violence and the destruction of the Rec room ensues
Rating Eh...who knows. The warnings tell you what's up XD
Warnings: Language, violence
Reset had barely just occurred when Darc silently exited his room - taking care not to alert Izaya to his uncharacteristic midnight wanderings - before beginning to make his way to the Rec room. He had been returned to his original half-human, 5’7 form and was now feeling decidedly small and awkward, yet despite this, backing down from his fight with Deshwitat was resolutely out of the question. He simply couldn’t allow the other to continue believing he was little more than prey, or that his defeat was imminent, and so, regardless of the consequences, he was going to face the vampire and show him exactly what he was capable of.
On arriving, one swift glance around the Rec room was enough to allow the halfbreed to determine that Deshwitat had yet to arrive, and his lips curled slightly at the corners in a small gesture of satisfaction; the vampire could not accuse him of cowardice if he had been the first to arrive at their designated meeting point, surely it only showed his eagerness to fight. He took up a position in the centre of the room, arms folded stiffly over his armoured chest and crimson eyes fixed on the door as he awaited the other’s arrival.