Armand's First Kill
You see, the night before while Armand was sleeping, Christopher Wren had an unfortunate run in with Darcy Jones. Sweeney patched him up. Maybe one of them will actually post the log. Armand found out the next afternoon, got the Metatron to heal Chris, and as soon as Chris was sleeping, slipped out with his sword to find Darcy Jones.
Session Start (AbleNet:#desperatefans): Thu Jan 05 18:21:09 2006
Armand: *down the stairs and into the main room* *furious* *has his sword
btw*
DarcyJones: *strolls in nonchalantly and flops on a sofa*
DarcyJones: *gives Armand a momentary glance and writes him off as not worth the attention*
Armand: *looks around for Darcy* *raises his sword and walks over to him* Stand up, monsieur.
DarcyJones: *half way through the process of lighting a cigarette, looks up with his eyebrows raised*
DarcyJones: Excuse me?
Armand: You are M. Darcy Jones, are you not? It has been some time since I've seen you.
DarcyJones: *taps his cigarette a bit* Oh, thats right! Seems to me, last time I saw you, you were a little more... girly
Armand: *raises the sword a little higher* Possibly. I have a grievance with you, M. Jones, so on your feet.
DarcyJones: *rolls his eyes* And just WHAT will you do, girly girl, if I choose to stay down here?
Armand: *leans forward until the point of the sword is against Darcy's chest*
DarcyJones: Would you really do that, boy? I thought you had more honor than that
Armand: I'm not really concerned with honor right now. You molested my fiance last night, and you will pay for it one way or another.
DarcyJones: Molested? Well, thats a fancy new word for it. I thought it was RAPE
DarcyJones: But I could be wrong *grins*
Armand: *sword moves to the chin* So you admit it.
DarcyJones: Admit to what?
Armand: That you harmed Christopher Wren. He told me this afternoon.
DarcyJones: Harmed. Thats funny, a second ago you accused me of molesting him. No Im all confused
Armand: From what I could tell it was rather both. Stand up.
DarcyJones: *stands*
DarcyJones: Are you going to kill me now, girly girl? *ironic smirk* Why do I doubt that
Armand: *one or two steps back* I don't want to kill anyone, but I will if I must.
DarcyJones: Oh, thats right! *laughs* You CANT kill me, can you? *one or two steps forward* Not without killing your friend Wooster at any rate
DarcyJones: He is still your friend, isnt he?
DarcyJones: I couldnt tell... after you let him get *throat cutting motion*
DarcyJones: I mean really, what sort of friend lets another walk straight into the hands of a demonic murderer?
Armand: I didn't LET that happen! There wasn't anything I could do.
DarcyJones: You cant lie to ME, boy. I was there
Armand: I didn't know Todd was going to try to kill him!
Armand: *darnit this sword is heavy*
DarcyJones: Too busy worrying over your own miserably messed up life to even give the poor man a casual, indifferent warning *tsk, tsk, tsk*
DarcyJones: *another step or two forward*
Armand: *backs up but still has the sword raised between them*
DarcyJones: Do you know how long he laid there in the dark basement, waiting for someone to come rescue him... waiting for YOU actually now that I think on it
Armand: By the time I knew what was happening, I thought he was dead.
DarcyJones: He was, technically. He didn't last long, Im afraid. The pathetic bastard left me to take his place, to lay there, blood spurting from a gaping hole in my neck, back almost broken
DarcyJones: I almost died too, pity I didnt, isnt it?
DarcyJones: *sidesteps quickly, just to see Armand react*
Armand: *sword bobs up shakily and Armand actually steps forward* I've told you. I didn't know. Me and one of my brothers were trying to deal with Todd to find a way down there!
DarcyJones: Todd... theres that name again... Wait a minute... thats the name of your fiance's friend from last night
DarcyJones: *laughs* Dont tell me youre actually FRIENDS with that lunatic
Armand: For Christopher's sake, yes.
DarcyJones: You dont really trust him, though, do you? He murdered your Mr. Wooster in cold blood
Armand: I know he's trying to improve. *quietly*
Armand: We should move onto the porch or somewhere more private, M. Jones.
DarcyJones: Why? Do you want to be molested too?
Armand: No. I want to kill you.
DarcyJones: And you need to do that in private, do you?
Armand: Fine. It's not as if anyone is paying us any mind. *forward again one step*
DarcyJones: Well, if youre so insistant upon killing me, I suppose you should have a chance to say goodbye first
Armand: Don't.
DarcyJones: *doubles over for a moment, then straightens*
DarcyJones: *BertieVoice* Dont what, old chap?
Armand: *backs up* Please don't.
DarcyJones: *BertieVoice* Long time no see, what?
Armand: Please, Bertie, just go away. Please? *shaking but won't step back more*
DarcyJones: *Bertie* *hurt expression* Im sorry, Justy, I hadnt... realized I'd offended at all
Armand: You... haven't. My quarrel is with M. Jones.
DarcyJones: *Bertie* I say, Justy, old chap, you cant possibly think... I mean... You can't quarrel with him with that sword can you? I mean not without... *blinks*
Armand: I know, but he can't go around hurting people. *darnit starting to cry*
DarcyJones: *Bertie* *shocked lip wibble* Well... er.. wha... wh...
Armand: Please... I don't want to hurt you, Bertie. *sword arm shaking a bit now*
DarcyJones: *Bertie* *sets his jaw* Well. Nothing for it then. Do what you must, we Woosters are a hearty breed. Not a one of us known for shirking our duty or that sort of thing
Armand: *grits his teeth* I can't. Not you.
IckleFea: *is here! is young! is cute! and has no idea where he is.*
Armand: *oh eru no* *is holding a sword to Darcy/Bertie's chest in a corner*
DarcyJones: *Bertie* Glad for that at least, what? Dont worry, friend... Just... stick me straight enough for it to be quick, eh?
Armand: Ber
DarcyJones: *Bertie* *half smile* Im afraid I dont...
Armand: I can't. *lowers the sword partly because he's upset and partly because he's not strong enough to hold it up anymore*
DarcyJones: *Darcy again, cause that was just the thing he was waiting for* *closes the space between them in half a second*
DarcyJones: *avoids the lowered sword point and grabs Armand by the throat*
Armand: *grabbed while trying to step back*
DarcyJones: You NICE people never learn do you?
DarcyJones: *flings him hard to the ground*
Armand: *flung* *hits head a moment and loses the sword*
Armand: *curses in french*
DarcyJones: *kicks the sword to a corner, before grabbing Armand by the hair and jerking him up* Wheres your protective posse now, girly girl?
DarcyJones: I dont see a single one of them
Armand: *kicks Darcy*
DarcyJones: *looses his grip, but wasnt hurt that much* *grins* You fight more than your slut of a fiancee at least
DarcyJones: Two females in the same male relationship, but at least youre FIESTY
Armand: *darnit can throw a decent punch anyway*
Armand: *looks around for the damn sword*
DarcyJones: *pulls out a wicked long knife* Tell me, boy, still want to play at swords with me?
Armand: You're a monster, Jones. *can't find the darn thing, so backs up a step or two*
DarcyJones: I am what I was made to be *stalks forward*
Armand: *finally sees it and tries to edge that away* *fists against a knife is a total no go*
DarcyJones: *circles so hes between Armand and the sword* I'm not stupid. Not like Wooster is anyway
IckleFea: *finds no dad, but might find the sword*
Armand: I didn't say you were stupid. *okay then the kitchen door*
Mulciber: *... let's watch ze elfling with ze sword VERY CLOSELY*
Armand: *tis a bit big for you ain't it ickleFea?*
IckleFea: *crouches* What's that?
Mulciber: A Othello's big sword.
DarcyJones: *grins and says something very lewd, insulting and unPG-13 about Chris*
Armand: Don't you talk about him!
IckleFea: What is a sword?
IckleFea: *touches the blade, carefully*
DarcyJones: Talking is so cheap compared to the memory
Armand: *tis sharp elfling*
DarcyJones: *darts forward*
IckleFea: *is touching the flat side. isn't entirely stupid.*
Mulciber: It's a shaped and hammered piece of metal.
IckleFea: *disdainfully* I -see- that.
Mulciber: It's used to fight with, or for show. IT's very sharp, though. *crouches by him*
Armand: *turns to run*
IckleFea: Fight with?
Mulciber: Yes. Like in wars, or duels.
DarcyJones: *shoves Armand face first into the wall*
Armand: *okay that doesn't do his head any good*
IckleFea: *blinks* ... oh.
Mulciber: I used to have one that was very beautiful.
IckleFea: ... what for?
DarcyJones: *slams him into the wall again then sweeps his feet out from under him and drops him on the floor*
IckleFea: *hearing the fight* *and stares, rapt* ... someone should help the little one.
Armand: *down on his tail, shaking his head* *tries to get back to his knees at least*
Mulciber: ... Quite. *stands and raises his voice* Excuse me. What's all this?
Mulciber: *has his wand out*
DarcyJones: *grins ironicaly and kicks Armand in the stomach* This man is trying to kill me
Armand: *doubles over and throws up*
Tyelkormo: *walks straight into trouble-and eyes go dark when he sees Darcy kick Armand* *crosses the room in two strides and grabs Darcy by the collar*
Mulciber: Then you likely deserve it. *darts forward to grab Darcy by the arm*
LizzyBennet: *stares horrified, trying to make hersel not look*
IckleFea: *pipes up* It rather looks like you're - oh! *frowns muchly*
Mulciber: *HEY LOOK THAT WORKS TOO* *kneels by Armand* Armand?
Armand: *whispers* He hurt Chris.
DarcyJones: *has his knife at Tyelko's throat* Let go of me
IckleFea: *stares in shock* *knives, and violence, and sickness, and this one has never ever seen it before*
Mulciber: Chris? *goes through his brain and remembers seeing Armand with a young man* Is he all right? *glances up at Darcy* *to Tyelko* Do you want any help?
Tyelkormo: *snarls and knees him straight in the crotch* -No.-
DarcyJones: *pales, drops the knife, and loses the ability to stand*
Mulciber: ... *Grins and looks back at Armand*
IckleFea: [[Fëa: *would be proud of his son, if, you know, he were his normal self and not angry*]]
DarcyJones: *cough, gasp*
Armand: *trying to get his breath and his dignity back*
Mulciber: Is Chris all right, Armand?
Tyelkormo: *keeps him upright by pure force and backs him against the wall* Leave. My. Brother. /Alone./
Armand: He is now. The Metatron healed him. *still doubled over because his stomach is so sensitive*
Mulciber: *is there any bleeding?* ... I see. How are /you/?
IckleFea: *eventually runs over to M, because hey, the only one he at least knows by name*
DarcyJones: HE... *cough* threatened... *struggles to get his feet* me...
Tyelkormo: -Why?-
Armand: *looks over at Darcy* Where's my sword?
IckleFea: *or maybe still with the sword?* ... erm, here.
Mulciber: Feanaro had it... *glances up at Fea*
IckleFea: *WTF HOW DOES HE KNOW MY NAME?!* *stares*
Armand: *stares* THAT's Feanaro. Oh Eru. Help me up, please?
Mulciber: Of course. *stands and offers a firm hand*
IckleFea: *crosses his arms* Well what about me? And that's Finwion for you.
Armand: *stands with Mulciber's help* I couldn't explain if I tried... I require my sword back.
Armand: *looks over at Tyelko* Don't kill him.
DarcyJones: I love how this works, a man challenges another to a fight and when he fails miserably, he gets two others to help him finish the job
Tyelkormo: *draws Darcy away from the wall enough that he can just smash him back against it* Answer. My. Question.
Tyelkormo: *doesn't give indication if he's heard Armand or not*
DarcyJones: *shudders and rolls his eyes* What question?
Mulciber: Shall I help you to it? *ignores Fea at the moment*
Armand: Fine then. Tyelko, let him go. *looks back at Fea* Please, elf prince? I need my sword.
Tyelkormo: Why did he threaten you? -- *to Armand, though he doesn't look away from Darcy* No. Not when he's hurting you.
Armand: He molested and wounded my fiance.
DarcyJones: *mocking Bertie voice* What question? WHY question? Why dickens? By jove *grins disturbingly* I imagine it had something to do with a fiancee that I was not aware that he had until today.
IckleFea: *isn't holding it, is just looking at it*
IckleFea: *picks it up carefully - at the handle, because yay, smart like that - and carries it over, though*
DarcyJones: I didnt think any man alive was unmanly enough to want to marry this girly girl... But, live and learn
Tyelkormo: *backhands him* Do not /dare/ insult him again.
Armand: *grits teeth* Thank you. *to Fea*
DarcyJones: *licks the blood off his lip* Tut, tut, sir, violence is the bane of mankind
Armand: *turns around again, one arm protectively around middle and holding the sword again* Let him go. He's right. It's not fair this way.
IckleFea: *steps back to watch*
Tyelkormo: *sneer* I am not one of your kind. *sharply to Armand* And it's fair when he's kicking you on the ground?
IckleFea: [[Fëa: *facepalms* ... Armand.]]
Armand: He disarmed me. I won't be fooled again.
Mulciber: *totally nearby*
Tyelkormo: I've heard that before. Half the time from my own mouth.
DarcyJones: Sadly enough it was Bertie Wooster that disarmed you
Armand: *actually can't quite see straight* I didn't want to hurt Bertie.
DarcyJones: Such is the tragedy, do you honestly think you can hurt me without hurting him?
Tyelkormo: *puts his hand around Darcy's throat* Will you just /shut up?/
DarcyJones: *SMMMMMIRK, but shuts up*
Armand: Will someone get Finwe's eldest son out of here?
IckleFea: *glares at Armand* What do you mean, -eldest-? I am his -only- son.
Armand: Tyelko, just let him go.
Tyelkormo: NO. I am /not/ going to let another person in my family get hurt, especially over idiocy!
Armand: He molested Christopher!
DarcyJones: *rolls his eyes* Why cant you just say the word?
Tyelkormo: If you want to kill him, then bloody stab him, I'll step aside, but I'm -not- letting go.
DarcyJones: Too shy? Too timid? Too bad a word? Or you just dont like thinking of him sweating and moaning underneathe me?
DarcyJones: *and that probably had a sneer with it somewhere*
Tyelkormo: *cracks Darcy in the jaw*
DarcyJones: *owwww*
Armand: Move aside, Tyelko.
Tyelkormo: *steps aside, but takes both of Darcy's arms and holds them*
DarcyJones: *grins evilly* I still dont think you can do it
Armand: *has to hold the sword with both hands now because is shaking* I can. *gets closer*
DarcyJones: Then do it and quit dawdling, girly girl.
Armand: *close enough to be sure of aim without seeing, closes eyes and thrusts through Jones' midde, blade angled up a little* *struggles to pull it up a little*
*** DarcyJones is now known as Bertie.
Bertie: *chokes, then cries out in pain, sagging*
Tyelkormo: ... *lets go*
Bertie: *falls to the ground looking up, confused*
Armand: *lets go of the sword* Oh no. Bertie. *drops to knees*
Bertie: *coughs, looking at Armand, completely puzzled* ...Justy, old chap...
Armand: *crying* I'm sorry Bertie. It was Darcy. He--*still can't say it*
Tyelkormo: *takes a step back, bewildered*
Bertie: *cant hold his head up anymore* ....darcy...?
Tyelkormo: .........
Armand: *crawls forward to touch Bertie's head* He hurt Chris. *almost incoherent with tears*
Bertie: *coughs weakly* sorry... chap... forgi... *eyes roll up in his head*
Armand: *curls up crying*
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SweeneyTodd: *stops short when he enters, taking in the scene*
Armand: *miserable ball next to dead!Bertie*
Mulciber: *and worriedlook at Armand zomg* *but let's talk to Tyelko first ZOMGWORRY*
Armand: *make that a bloody, slightly concussed miserable ball*
SweeneyTodd: *smiles at Javert, the runs to Armand*
Armand: *doesn't look up*
SweeneyTodd: *hand on shoulder* Armand?
Armand: *starts and looks up* Sweeney?
SweeneyTodd: *pulls Armand into a hug because he obviously needs one*
Armand: *cries on Sweeney then* I killed him. Killed them.
SweeneyTodd: *grits his teeth* I can see that... he hurt you?
Armand: A little. I can't see so well.
SweeneyTodd: *glares at Darcy's body* Come on... lets get you cleaned up
SweeneyTodd: *helps Armand up*
Armand: *helped up, shaky* *looks down at the body* That's Bertie now. Can't leave him like that. My sword.
SweeneyTodd: *mental shrug* *braces his foot on Darcys body and casually tugs the sword out* We'll clean this off too. Come on
Armand: *flinches*
Armand: *plants his feet* Tyelko?
SweeneyTodd: *has only met Bertie the once and only recognises him as Darcy Jones*
Armand: *blinks at him talking to Fea and nods* Nevermind. M. Mulciber?
Mulciber: *looks at Armand* Yeah?
Armand: Can you please put... *chokes* M. Wooster's body somewhere safe?
Mulciber: ... Of course. Shall I preserve it for you?
*** Melkor has joined #desperatefans.
Melkor: *yeah is here*
IckleFea: *...........*
Armand: Yes.... I will talk to you later. *leans against Sweeney* I think I'm going to be sick. *does recognize Melkor but is darn close to fainting as it is*
SweeneyTodd: *pulls out a handkerchief and wipes blood off Armands sword*
Mulciber: *nods to Armand* Find me when- if you want it.
Mulciber: *takes alast look at Fea and Tyelko, then levitates the body*
Armand: *drops to his knees again, wearily* Thank you, M. Mulciber.
Mulciber: *... kneels next to him for a moment and hugs him* Anything I can do.
Mulciber: *and-- yay. removal of body :D*
Armand: *small voice* Can I have a bucket?
SweeneyTodd: *quickly gets one from his shop and places it close to Armand*
Armand: *promptly throws up into it*
Melkor: *is wandering around*
Armand: *not at all happy that there seems to be a valar/demon in the room*
SweeneyTodd: Can you make it to the couch there?
Armand: *nods* With a little help.
SweeneyTodd: *half lifts him and supports him all the way to the couch*
Armand: *collapses onto the couch, pulls his knees up and cries*
SweeneyTodd: *rubs Armands back* Here, let me clean your face up a bit...
Armand: *nods* I'm going to need to wash my hands too.
SweeneyTodd: *opens a first aid kit and pulls out some guaze and soaks it in alcohol* Here, lets take care of the hands first then... *wipes the blood off*
Armand: *very shaky* Thank you, Sweeney.
SweeneyTodd: You thank me now... *gets a cotton swab soaked in antiseptic and dabs gently at a large cut over his eye*
Armand: *shivering* Why shouldn't I? You helped Christopher last night, too. He told me.
SweeneyTodd: *dabs a little more* Yes, but I havent started using the stuff that stings yet
Armand: *cries anywasy not because of stinging because of shockiness from getting his head bashed twice*
Armand: Sweeney, why do you have four hands?
SweeneyTodd: *dabs a cotton swab dipped in hydrogen pyroxide against the largest of the cuts*
Armand: *flinches and hisses*
SweeneyTodd: I should have killed him
SweeneyTodd: Im sorry I didnt
Armand: You probably wouldn't have made such a mess of it. *faintly*
SweeneyTodd: *smiles* Nah, you did fine. Quite perfeshional
Armand: M'brother had to hold 'im for me. *shudders*
SweeneyTodd: There are worse ways to kill a man
Armand: Yes, I suppose you're right. But I killed two men with one stroke. One a friend. *starts crying again*
SweeneyTodd: TWO men? *peers at him oddly while he wraps a bandage around his head*
Armand: D'you know Dr. Jekyll?
SweeneyTodd: Noooo.... But i do remember when you hit Mr. Hyde in the head with a chair *smiles*
Armand: *flinches* Yes. *mutters* DarcyandBertiearethesameperson.
SweeneyTodd: He stopped being Hyde shortly before I dove under my trick chair in the shop there... I believe your father was going to run me through.... *blink blink blink* So this Darcy... was... a split personality?
Armand: *nods* Like Hyde. I knew that. *starts crying* But it was Bertie who died in front of me. At my hand.
SweeneyTodd: *speechless* *hugs Armand tightly, careful not to hurt him*
Armand: *clings and cries*
SweeneyTodd: ....Im so sorry
SweeneyTodd: *holds him close*
Armand: I think he understood. *shivering*
Armand: M'so tired now, Sweeney.
SweeneyTodd: Im sure he did *rubs Armands back with soothing circles* Im so sorry... God, Im sorry
Armand: *leans against Sweeney*
SweeneyTodd: You've had a hard day, no wonder you're tired
SweeneyTodd: Can you stand?
Armand: I think so.
SweeneyTodd: *helps him if he needs it*
Armand: *does need it* M'dizzy.
SweeneyTodd: Woah! *catches his arm and holds on tight so he doesnt fall*
SweeneyTodd: *frowns worriedly* You seem to have had quite a knock to the head.
Armand: *nods* Think you're right.
SweeneyTodd: Do me a favor?
Armand: Yes?
SweeneyTodd: Watch my finger, try to follow it with your eyes *moves it slowly back and forth in front of Armands face*
Armand: *tries to follow, but really sees too many fingers*
SweeneyTodd: That's good. Thank you *worryfret* Care if I have a look at your eyes real quick?
Armand: *blinks a moment* Yes. 'course.
SweeneyTodd: *gently lifts an eyelid and looks closely at his pupil* *then looks at the other one* Oh, hell
Armand: *shakes his head and blinks* What?
SweeneyTodd: Do you want the medical term?
Armand: *nods*
SweeneyTodd: Youve hit your head enough to addle your brain. I've seen people die from symptoms like this. Fortunately we live in a day of modern miracles, so perhaps it won't be so bad.
Armand: Oh Eru...
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SweeneyTodd: Its alright... If you'd like... you can sleep on the couch out here and I'll keep an eye on you tonight. By morning, your head should have healed some.
Chris: *wanders down, after having showered and dressed*
Armand: But Chris will worry. *hasn't seen Chris because isn't seeing too well right now*
SweeneyTodd: He wont worry. *does see Chris* In fact, he's here right now.
Chris: -- damn right I'll worry. Armand?
Armand: Chris?
SweeneyTodd: Armand seems to have had a run in with a wall a time or two. He's bruised his brain some.
Chris: ... /what/?
Armand: *swallows* Darcy Jones. He's dead now.
Chris: Darling... you went after him?
Armand: I had to. Poor Bertie.
Chris: Why did you have to?
Armand: *looks down and away* He hurt you.
Chris: But... now he's hurt /you/ and...
Armand: And he's dead.
SweeneyTodd: I should have killed him before he hurt EITHER of you.
Armand: *laughs, a little wildly* I really am Feanor's son.
Balthazar: [[Cara: Welcome to the brotherhood, Armand!]]
SweeneyTodd: And you need to rest so why don't you lay down?
Chris: I could take you up to our room...
Armand: *looks between them, shakily, not sure who to listen to*
SweeneyTodd: Someone should watch him tonight.
Chris: I will.
Armand: Then I go with Chris.
SweeneyTodd: Good.
Chris: *hugs Armand*
SweeneyTodd: People with head wounds don't always wake up, so when I say watch, I really do mean all night.
Chris: I don't sleep much anyway.
Armand: *clings to Chris*
Armand: Bed, love. Before I throw up again.
Chris: *helps Armand up*
Armand: *leans on Chris* Thank you, Sweeney.
Chris: Yes, thank you.
SweeneyTodd: I'm sorry.
Chris: *helps Armand to bed then
SweeneyTodd: Goodnight
Chris: Goodnight
SweeneyTodd: *goes to the kitchen to hide*
Mulciber: *waves to Armand*
Armand: Goodnight.
Armand: *goes with Chris*
Session Close (#desperatefans): Thu Jan 05 22:29:37 2006
Session Start (AbleNet:#desperatefans): Thu Jan 05 18:21:09 2006
Armand: *down the stairs and into the main room* *furious* *has his sword
btw*
DarcyJones: *strolls in nonchalantly and flops on a sofa*
DarcyJones: *gives Armand a momentary glance and writes him off as not worth the attention*
Armand: *looks around for Darcy* *raises his sword and walks over to him* Stand up, monsieur.
DarcyJones: *half way through the process of lighting a cigarette, looks up with his eyebrows raised*
DarcyJones: Excuse me?
Armand: You are M. Darcy Jones, are you not? It has been some time since I've seen you.
DarcyJones: *taps his cigarette a bit* Oh, thats right! Seems to me, last time I saw you, you were a little more... girly
Armand: *raises the sword a little higher* Possibly. I have a grievance with you, M. Jones, so on your feet.
DarcyJones: *rolls his eyes* And just WHAT will you do, girly girl, if I choose to stay down here?
Armand: *leans forward until the point of the sword is against Darcy's chest*
DarcyJones: Would you really do that, boy? I thought you had more honor than that
Armand: I'm not really concerned with honor right now. You molested my fiance last night, and you will pay for it one way or another.
DarcyJones: Molested? Well, thats a fancy new word for it. I thought it was RAPE
DarcyJones: But I could be wrong *grins*
Armand: *sword moves to the chin* So you admit it.
DarcyJones: Admit to what?
Armand: That you harmed Christopher Wren. He told me this afternoon.
DarcyJones: Harmed. Thats funny, a second ago you accused me of molesting him. No Im all confused
Armand: From what I could tell it was rather both. Stand up.
DarcyJones: *stands*
DarcyJones: Are you going to kill me now, girly girl? *ironic smirk* Why do I doubt that
Armand: *one or two steps back* I don't want to kill anyone, but I will if I must.
DarcyJones: Oh, thats right! *laughs* You CANT kill me, can you? *one or two steps forward* Not without killing your friend Wooster at any rate
DarcyJones: He is still your friend, isnt he?
DarcyJones: I couldnt tell... after you let him get *throat cutting motion*
DarcyJones: I mean really, what sort of friend lets another walk straight into the hands of a demonic murderer?
Armand: I didn't LET that happen! There wasn't anything I could do.
DarcyJones: You cant lie to ME, boy. I was there
Armand: I didn't know Todd was going to try to kill him!
Armand: *darnit this sword is heavy*
DarcyJones: Too busy worrying over your own miserably messed up life to even give the poor man a casual, indifferent warning *tsk, tsk, tsk*
DarcyJones: *another step or two forward*
Armand: *backs up but still has the sword raised between them*
DarcyJones: Do you know how long he laid there in the dark basement, waiting for someone to come rescue him... waiting for YOU actually now that I think on it
Armand: By the time I knew what was happening, I thought he was dead.
DarcyJones: He was, technically. He didn't last long, Im afraid. The pathetic bastard left me to take his place, to lay there, blood spurting from a gaping hole in my neck, back almost broken
DarcyJones: I almost died too, pity I didnt, isnt it?
DarcyJones: *sidesteps quickly, just to see Armand react*
Armand: *sword bobs up shakily and Armand actually steps forward* I've told you. I didn't know. Me and one of my brothers were trying to deal with Todd to find a way down there!
DarcyJones: Todd... theres that name again... Wait a minute... thats the name of your fiance's friend from last night
DarcyJones: *laughs* Dont tell me youre actually FRIENDS with that lunatic
Armand: For Christopher's sake, yes.
DarcyJones: You dont really trust him, though, do you? He murdered your Mr. Wooster in cold blood
Armand: I know he's trying to improve. *quietly*
Armand: We should move onto the porch or somewhere more private, M. Jones.
DarcyJones: Why? Do you want to be molested too?
Armand: No. I want to kill you.
DarcyJones: And you need to do that in private, do you?
Armand: Fine. It's not as if anyone is paying us any mind. *forward again one step*
DarcyJones: Well, if youre so insistant upon killing me, I suppose you should have a chance to say goodbye first
Armand: Don't.
DarcyJones: *doubles over for a moment, then straightens*
DarcyJones: *BertieVoice* Dont what, old chap?
Armand: *backs up* Please don't.
DarcyJones: *BertieVoice* Long time no see, what?
Armand: Please, Bertie, just go away. Please? *shaking but won't step back more*
DarcyJones: *Bertie* *hurt expression* Im sorry, Justy, I hadnt... realized I'd offended at all
Armand: You... haven't. My quarrel is with M. Jones.
DarcyJones: *Bertie* I say, Justy, old chap, you cant possibly think... I mean... You can't quarrel with him with that sword can you? I mean not without... *blinks*
Armand: I know, but he can't go around hurting people. *darnit starting to cry*
DarcyJones: *Bertie* *shocked lip wibble* Well... er.. wha... wh...
Armand: Please... I don't want to hurt you, Bertie. *sword arm shaking a bit now*
DarcyJones: *Bertie* *sets his jaw* Well. Nothing for it then. Do what you must, we Woosters are a hearty breed. Not a one of us known for shirking our duty or that sort of thing
Armand: *grits his teeth* I can't. Not you.
IckleFea: *is here! is young! is cute! and has no idea where he is.*
Armand: *oh eru no* *is holding a sword to Darcy/Bertie's chest in a corner*
DarcyJones: *Bertie* Glad for that at least, what? Dont worry, friend... Just... stick me straight enough for it to be quick, eh?
Armand: Ber
DarcyJones: *Bertie* *half smile* Im afraid I dont...
Armand: I can't. *lowers the sword partly because he's upset and partly because he's not strong enough to hold it up anymore*
DarcyJones: *Darcy again, cause that was just the thing he was waiting for* *closes the space between them in half a second*
DarcyJones: *avoids the lowered sword point and grabs Armand by the throat*
Armand: *grabbed while trying to step back*
DarcyJones: You NICE people never learn do you?
DarcyJones: *flings him hard to the ground*
Armand: *flung* *hits head a moment and loses the sword*
Armand: *curses in french*
DarcyJones: *kicks the sword to a corner, before grabbing Armand by the hair and jerking him up* Wheres your protective posse now, girly girl?
DarcyJones: I dont see a single one of them
Armand: *kicks Darcy*
DarcyJones: *looses his grip, but wasnt hurt that much* *grins* You fight more than your slut of a fiancee at least
DarcyJones: Two females in the same male relationship, but at least youre FIESTY
Armand: *darnit can throw a decent punch anyway*
Armand: *looks around for the damn sword*
DarcyJones: *pulls out a wicked long knife* Tell me, boy, still want to play at swords with me?
Armand: You're a monster, Jones. *can't find the darn thing, so backs up a step or two*
DarcyJones: I am what I was made to be *stalks forward*
Armand: *finally sees it and tries to edge that away* *fists against a knife is a total no go*
DarcyJones: *circles so hes between Armand and the sword* I'm not stupid. Not like Wooster is anyway
IckleFea: *finds no dad, but might find the sword*
Armand: I didn't say you were stupid. *okay then the kitchen door*
Mulciber: *... let's watch ze elfling with ze sword VERY CLOSELY*
Armand: *tis a bit big for you ain't it ickleFea?*
IckleFea: *crouches* What's that?
Mulciber: A Othello's big sword.
DarcyJones: *grins and says something very lewd, insulting and unPG-13 about Chris*
Armand: Don't you talk about him!
IckleFea: What is a sword?
IckleFea: *touches the blade, carefully*
DarcyJones: Talking is so cheap compared to the memory
Armand: *tis sharp elfling*
DarcyJones: *darts forward*
IckleFea: *is touching the flat side. isn't entirely stupid.*
Mulciber: It's a shaped and hammered piece of metal.
IckleFea: *disdainfully* I -see- that.
Mulciber: It's used to fight with, or for show. IT's very sharp, though. *crouches by him*
Armand: *turns to run*
IckleFea: Fight with?
Mulciber: Yes. Like in wars, or duels.
DarcyJones: *shoves Armand face first into the wall*
Armand: *okay that doesn't do his head any good*
IckleFea: *blinks* ... oh.
Mulciber: I used to have one that was very beautiful.
IckleFea: ... what for?
DarcyJones: *slams him into the wall again then sweeps his feet out from under him and drops him on the floor*
IckleFea: *hearing the fight* *and stares, rapt* ... someone should help the little one.
Armand: *down on his tail, shaking his head* *tries to get back to his knees at least*
Mulciber: ... Quite. *stands and raises his voice* Excuse me. What's all this?
Mulciber: *has his wand out*
DarcyJones: *grins ironicaly and kicks Armand in the stomach* This man is trying to kill me
Armand: *doubles over and throws up*
Tyelkormo: *walks straight into trouble-and eyes go dark when he sees Darcy kick Armand* *crosses the room in two strides and grabs Darcy by the collar*
Mulciber: Then you likely deserve it. *darts forward to grab Darcy by the arm*
LizzyBennet: *stares horrified, trying to make hersel not look*
IckleFea: *pipes up* It rather looks like you're - oh! *frowns muchly*
Mulciber: *HEY LOOK THAT WORKS TOO* *kneels by Armand* Armand?
Armand: *whispers* He hurt Chris.
DarcyJones: *has his knife at Tyelko's throat* Let go of me
IckleFea: *stares in shock* *knives, and violence, and sickness, and this one has never ever seen it before*
Mulciber: Chris? *goes through his brain and remembers seeing Armand with a young man* Is he all right? *glances up at Darcy* *to Tyelko* Do you want any help?
Tyelkormo: *snarls and knees him straight in the crotch* -No.-
DarcyJones: *pales, drops the knife, and loses the ability to stand*
Mulciber: ... *Grins and looks back at Armand*
IckleFea: [[Fëa: *would be proud of his son, if, you know, he were his normal self and not angry*]]
DarcyJones: *cough, gasp*
Armand: *trying to get his breath and his dignity back*
Mulciber: Is Chris all right, Armand?
Tyelkormo: *keeps him upright by pure force and backs him against the wall* Leave. My. Brother. /Alone./
Armand: He is now. The Metatron healed him. *still doubled over because his stomach is so sensitive*
Mulciber: *is there any bleeding?* ... I see. How are /you/?
IckleFea: *eventually runs over to M, because hey, the only one he at least knows by name*
DarcyJones: HE... *cough* threatened... *struggles to get his feet* me...
Tyelkormo: -Why?-
Armand: *looks over at Darcy* Where's my sword?
IckleFea: *or maybe still with the sword?* ... erm, here.
Mulciber: Feanaro had it... *glances up at Fea*
IckleFea: *WTF HOW DOES HE KNOW MY NAME?!* *stares*
Armand: *stares* THAT's Feanaro. Oh Eru. Help me up, please?
Mulciber: Of course. *stands and offers a firm hand*
IckleFea: *crosses his arms* Well what about me? And that's Finwion for you.
Armand: *stands with Mulciber's help* I couldn't explain if I tried... I require my sword back.
Armand: *looks over at Tyelko* Don't kill him.
DarcyJones: I love how this works, a man challenges another to a fight and when he fails miserably, he gets two others to help him finish the job
Tyelkormo: *draws Darcy away from the wall enough that he can just smash him back against it* Answer. My. Question.
Tyelkormo: *doesn't give indication if he's heard Armand or not*
DarcyJones: *shudders and rolls his eyes* What question?
Mulciber: Shall I help you to it? *ignores Fea at the moment*
Armand: Fine then. Tyelko, let him go. *looks back at Fea* Please, elf prince? I need my sword.
Tyelkormo: Why did he threaten you? -- *to Armand, though he doesn't look away from Darcy* No. Not when he's hurting you.
Armand: He molested and wounded my fiance.
DarcyJones: *mocking Bertie voice* What question? WHY question? Why dickens? By jove *grins disturbingly* I imagine it had something to do with a fiancee that I was not aware that he had until today.
IckleFea: *isn't holding it, is just looking at it*
IckleFea: *picks it up carefully - at the handle, because yay, smart like that - and carries it over, though*
DarcyJones: I didnt think any man alive was unmanly enough to want to marry this girly girl... But, live and learn
Tyelkormo: *backhands him* Do not /dare/ insult him again.
Armand: *grits teeth* Thank you. *to Fea*
DarcyJones: *licks the blood off his lip* Tut, tut, sir, violence is the bane of mankind
Armand: *turns around again, one arm protectively around middle and holding the sword again* Let him go. He's right. It's not fair this way.
IckleFea: *steps back to watch*
Tyelkormo: *sneer* I am not one of your kind. *sharply to Armand* And it's fair when he's kicking you on the ground?
IckleFea: [[Fëa: *facepalms* ... Armand.]]
Armand: He disarmed me. I won't be fooled again.
Mulciber: *totally nearby*
Tyelkormo: I've heard that before. Half the time from my own mouth.
DarcyJones: Sadly enough it was Bertie Wooster that disarmed you
Armand: *actually can't quite see straight* I didn't want to hurt Bertie.
DarcyJones: Such is the tragedy, do you honestly think you can hurt me without hurting him?
Tyelkormo: *puts his hand around Darcy's throat* Will you just /shut up?/
DarcyJones: *SMMMMMIRK, but shuts up*
Armand: Will someone get Finwe's eldest son out of here?
IckleFea: *glares at Armand* What do you mean, -eldest-? I am his -only- son.
Armand: Tyelko, just let him go.
Tyelkormo: NO. I am /not/ going to let another person in my family get hurt, especially over idiocy!
Armand: He molested Christopher!
DarcyJones: *rolls his eyes* Why cant you just say the word?
Tyelkormo: If you want to kill him, then bloody stab him, I'll step aside, but I'm -not- letting go.
DarcyJones: Too shy? Too timid? Too bad a word? Or you just dont like thinking of him sweating and moaning underneathe me?
DarcyJones: *and that probably had a sneer with it somewhere*
Tyelkormo: *cracks Darcy in the jaw*
DarcyJones: *owwww*
Armand: Move aside, Tyelko.
Tyelkormo: *steps aside, but takes both of Darcy's arms and holds them*
DarcyJones: *grins evilly* I still dont think you can do it
Armand: *has to hold the sword with both hands now because is shaking* I can. *gets closer*
DarcyJones: Then do it and quit dawdling, girly girl.
Armand: *close enough to be sure of aim without seeing, closes eyes and thrusts through Jones' midde, blade angled up a little* *struggles to pull it up a little*
*** DarcyJones is now known as Bertie.
Bertie: *chokes, then cries out in pain, sagging*
Tyelkormo: ... *lets go*
Bertie: *falls to the ground looking up, confused*
Armand: *lets go of the sword* Oh no. Bertie. *drops to knees*
Bertie: *coughs, looking at Armand, completely puzzled* ...Justy, old chap...
Armand: *crying* I'm sorry Bertie. It was Darcy. He--*still can't say it*
Tyelkormo: *takes a step back, bewildered*
Bertie: *cant hold his head up anymore* ....darcy...?
Tyelkormo: .........
Armand: *crawls forward to touch Bertie's head* He hurt Chris. *almost incoherent with tears*
Bertie: *coughs weakly* sorry... chap... forgi... *eyes roll up in his head*
Armand: *curls up crying*
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SweeneyTodd: *stops short when he enters, taking in the scene*
Armand: *miserable ball next to dead!Bertie*
Mulciber: *and worriedlook at Armand zomg* *but let's talk to Tyelko first ZOMGWORRY*
Armand: *make that a bloody, slightly concussed miserable ball*
SweeneyTodd: *smiles at Javert, the runs to Armand*
Armand: *doesn't look up*
SweeneyTodd: *hand on shoulder* Armand?
Armand: *starts and looks up* Sweeney?
SweeneyTodd: *pulls Armand into a hug because he obviously needs one*
Armand: *cries on Sweeney then* I killed him. Killed them.
SweeneyTodd: *grits his teeth* I can see that... he hurt you?
Armand: A little. I can't see so well.
SweeneyTodd: *glares at Darcy's body* Come on... lets get you cleaned up
SweeneyTodd: *helps Armand up*
Armand: *helped up, shaky* *looks down at the body* That's Bertie now. Can't leave him like that. My sword.
SweeneyTodd: *mental shrug* *braces his foot on Darcys body and casually tugs the sword out* We'll clean this off too. Come on
Armand: *flinches*
Armand: *plants his feet* Tyelko?
SweeneyTodd: *has only met Bertie the once and only recognises him as Darcy Jones*
Armand: *blinks at him talking to Fea and nods* Nevermind. M. Mulciber?
Mulciber: *looks at Armand* Yeah?
Armand: Can you please put... *chokes* M. Wooster's body somewhere safe?
Mulciber: ... Of course. Shall I preserve it for you?
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Melkor: *yeah is here*
IckleFea: *...........*
Armand: Yes.... I will talk to you later. *leans against Sweeney* I think I'm going to be sick. *does recognize Melkor but is darn close to fainting as it is*
SweeneyTodd: *pulls out a handkerchief and wipes blood off Armands sword*
Mulciber: *nods to Armand* Find me when- if you want it.
Mulciber: *takes alast look at Fea and Tyelko, then levitates the body*
Armand: *drops to his knees again, wearily* Thank you, M. Mulciber.
Mulciber: *... kneels next to him for a moment and hugs him* Anything I can do.
Mulciber: *and-- yay. removal of body :D*
Armand: *small voice* Can I have a bucket?
SweeneyTodd: *quickly gets one from his shop and places it close to Armand*
Armand: *promptly throws up into it*
Melkor: *is wandering around*
Armand: *not at all happy that there seems to be a valar/demon in the room*
SweeneyTodd: Can you make it to the couch there?
Armand: *nods* With a little help.
SweeneyTodd: *half lifts him and supports him all the way to the couch*
Armand: *collapses onto the couch, pulls his knees up and cries*
SweeneyTodd: *rubs Armands back* Here, let me clean your face up a bit...
Armand: *nods* I'm going to need to wash my hands too.
SweeneyTodd: *opens a first aid kit and pulls out some guaze and soaks it in alcohol* Here, lets take care of the hands first then... *wipes the blood off*
Armand: *very shaky* Thank you, Sweeney.
SweeneyTodd: You thank me now... *gets a cotton swab soaked in antiseptic and dabs gently at a large cut over his eye*
Armand: *shivering* Why shouldn't I? You helped Christopher last night, too. He told me.
SweeneyTodd: *dabs a little more* Yes, but I havent started using the stuff that stings yet
Armand: *cries anywasy not because of stinging because of shockiness from getting his head bashed twice*
Armand: Sweeney, why do you have four hands?
SweeneyTodd: *dabs a cotton swab dipped in hydrogen pyroxide against the largest of the cuts*
Armand: *flinches and hisses*
SweeneyTodd: I should have killed him
SweeneyTodd: Im sorry I didnt
Armand: You probably wouldn't have made such a mess of it. *faintly*
SweeneyTodd: *smiles* Nah, you did fine. Quite perfeshional
Armand: M'brother had to hold 'im for me. *shudders*
SweeneyTodd: There are worse ways to kill a man
Armand: Yes, I suppose you're right. But I killed two men with one stroke. One a friend. *starts crying again*
SweeneyTodd: TWO men? *peers at him oddly while he wraps a bandage around his head*
Armand: D'you know Dr. Jekyll?
SweeneyTodd: Noooo.... But i do remember when you hit Mr. Hyde in the head with a chair *smiles*
Armand: *flinches* Yes. *mutters* DarcyandBertiearethesameperson.
SweeneyTodd: He stopped being Hyde shortly before I dove under my trick chair in the shop there... I believe your father was going to run me through.... *blink blink blink* So this Darcy... was... a split personality?
Armand: *nods* Like Hyde. I knew that. *starts crying* But it was Bertie who died in front of me. At my hand.
SweeneyTodd: *speechless* *hugs Armand tightly, careful not to hurt him*
Armand: *clings and cries*
SweeneyTodd: ....Im so sorry
SweeneyTodd: *holds him close*
Armand: I think he understood. *shivering*
Armand: M'so tired now, Sweeney.
SweeneyTodd: Im sure he did *rubs Armands back with soothing circles* Im so sorry... God, Im sorry
Armand: *leans against Sweeney*
SweeneyTodd: You've had a hard day, no wonder you're tired
SweeneyTodd: Can you stand?
Armand: I think so.
SweeneyTodd: *helps him if he needs it*
Armand: *does need it* M'dizzy.
SweeneyTodd: Woah! *catches his arm and holds on tight so he doesnt fall*
SweeneyTodd: *frowns worriedly* You seem to have had quite a knock to the head.
Armand: *nods* Think you're right.
SweeneyTodd: Do me a favor?
Armand: Yes?
SweeneyTodd: Watch my finger, try to follow it with your eyes *moves it slowly back and forth in front of Armands face*
Armand: *tries to follow, but really sees too many fingers*
SweeneyTodd: That's good. Thank you *worryfret* Care if I have a look at your eyes real quick?
Armand: *blinks a moment* Yes. 'course.
SweeneyTodd: *gently lifts an eyelid and looks closely at his pupil* *then looks at the other one* Oh, hell
Armand: *shakes his head and blinks* What?
SweeneyTodd: Do you want the medical term?
Armand: *nods*
SweeneyTodd: Youve hit your head enough to addle your brain. I've seen people die from symptoms like this. Fortunately we live in a day of modern miracles, so perhaps it won't be so bad.
Armand: Oh Eru...
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SweeneyTodd: Its alright... If you'd like... you can sleep on the couch out here and I'll keep an eye on you tonight. By morning, your head should have healed some.
Chris: *wanders down, after having showered and dressed*
Armand: But Chris will worry. *hasn't seen Chris because isn't seeing too well right now*
SweeneyTodd: He wont worry. *does see Chris* In fact, he's here right now.
Chris: -- damn right I'll worry. Armand?
Armand: Chris?
SweeneyTodd: Armand seems to have had a run in with a wall a time or two. He's bruised his brain some.
Chris: ... /what/?
Armand: *swallows* Darcy Jones. He's dead now.
Chris: Darling... you went after him?
Armand: I had to. Poor Bertie.
Chris: Why did you have to?
Armand: *looks down and away* He hurt you.
Chris: But... now he's hurt /you/ and...
Armand: And he's dead.
SweeneyTodd: I should have killed him before he hurt EITHER of you.
Armand: *laughs, a little wildly* I really am Feanor's son.
Balthazar: [[Cara: Welcome to the brotherhood, Armand!]]
SweeneyTodd: And you need to rest so why don't you lay down?
Chris: I could take you up to our room...
Armand: *looks between them, shakily, not sure who to listen to*
SweeneyTodd: Someone should watch him tonight.
Chris: I will.
Armand: Then I go with Chris.
SweeneyTodd: Good.
Chris: *hugs Armand*
SweeneyTodd: People with head wounds don't always wake up, so when I say watch, I really do mean all night.
Chris: I don't sleep much anyway.
Armand: *clings to Chris*
Armand: Bed, love. Before I throw up again.
Chris: *helps Armand up*
Armand: *leans on Chris* Thank you, Sweeney.
Chris: Yes, thank you.
SweeneyTodd: I'm sorry.
Chris: *helps Armand to bed then
SweeneyTodd: Goodnight
Chris: Goodnight
SweeneyTodd: *goes to the kitchen to hide*
Mulciber: *waves to Armand*
Armand: Goodnight.
Armand: *goes with Chris*
Session Close (#desperatefans): Thu Jan 05 22:29:37 2006