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[vvanquishing]

Characters: vvanquishing and 2ollux
Location: casualty communal lobby, and the general surrounding area.
Rating: probably at least pg-13 for potty mouths and brawling.
Time: october 22nd, HIGH NOON. or, well, sometime in the afternoon.
Description: fishboy and tholluckth have some unsettled business, for various reasons of their own. conflicting timelines abound

Comments

I'M GLAD YOU MADE THE ICON, OTHERWISE I WAS GOING TO

[vvanquishing]

This battle was so on, you'd have to be Troll King Arthur to pull that shit out. A mighty blow connected and did away with the vile gutterblood's glasses the same way he'd been divested of his own; it was practically the epitome of poetic vengeance. He couldn't allow Captor the dignity of a counterattack, however: there was naught left to do but end this, and quickly. One more strike should be more than enough, an open-handed motherfucker of a slap that'd send those ugly bicolour eyeballs spinning in their fucking sock-- SHOOSH.

That was the sound of a hideous mustardblood sailing through the cyaneae insulae that were his limbs and getting a fistful -- armful, even -- of [Eridan's Magnificent Cape]. Its owner recoiled, swearing loudly, hands scrabbling at the neck of Sollux's shirt to try and throw the bastard off.

"You gutterblood-- scrawny-- shit--" he hissed. Scrawny little fuck the mustardblood may be but Eridan still staggered backwards, narrowly treading on both their pairs of eyewear, and unbeknownst to him began to stumble dangerously close to the threshold of the stairway downwards.