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WHO: Bellatrix Lestrange, Gamzee Makara, and later Superman
WHEN: The evening of March thirtieth.
WHERE: Abandoned building outside of the city.
WARNINGS: Violence and language.
SUMMARY: Gamzee insulted Bellatrix and she insulted him right back. Naturally, they've got to fight about this.
FORMAT: Whatever works
Gamzee was in the position of knowing the battlefield first for once. It was a little odd for him, admittedly he wasn't sure at first what he was going to do. There were so many new possibilities open for him now that he'd never had before.
He'd had a lot of death traps in mind, but honestly they all seemed like they weren't that fun. Gamzee liked the idea of a fight too much, even if he'd prefer it to be to his advantage. That and he wasn't really good with death traps yet. They'd probably explode in his face if he tried some of them out now. Months from now he might try it, but for now he was sticking to just unfair fighting.
Horns were littering the floor of the building. If Bellatrix came in from any entry unaware of the horns she'd probably make herself known long before Gamzee saw her. He wasn't sure how much it'd help, but he was hoping that a bow would be good this time. He hadn't been able to choose his weapon, but for some reason Gamzee thought he'd gotten the right weapon this time.
Maybe he thought that since he was sitting up near the ceiling though.
WHEN: The evening of March thirtieth.
WHERE: Abandoned building outside of the city.
WARNINGS: Violence and language.
SUMMARY: Gamzee insulted Bellatrix and she insulted him right back. Naturally, they've got to fight about this.
FORMAT: Whatever works
Gamzee was in the position of knowing the battlefield first for once. It was a little odd for him, admittedly he wasn't sure at first what he was going to do. There were so many new possibilities open for him now that he'd never had before.
He'd had a lot of death traps in mind, but honestly they all seemed like they weren't that fun. Gamzee liked the idea of a fight too much, even if he'd prefer it to be to his advantage. That and he wasn't really good with death traps yet. They'd probably explode in his face if he tried some of them out now. Months from now he might try it, but for now he was sticking to just unfair fighting.
Horns were littering the floor of the building. If Bellatrix came in from any entry unaware of the horns she'd probably make herself known long before Gamzee saw her. He wasn't sure how much it'd help, but he was hoping that a bow would be good this time. He hadn't been able to choose his weapon, but for some reason Gamzee thought he'd gotten the right weapon this time.
Maybe he thought that since he was sitting up near the ceiling though.