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Brawl in the mess hall OTA

Oct 21, 2010 02:45

Daken had patiently waited for Rictor to heal. There was no point in murdering someone as they slept in their bed. Any common criminal could do that. But to be a true assassin, to take it to the next level and turn it into an art form, that required a certain level of skill and finesse one could only come by after years of training. Now that the ( Read more... )

✝ john 'kestrel' wraith, captain ethan sykes, akihiro 'daken', julio 'rictor' esteban richter, marie 'rogue' darkholme, ✝ james logan, sarah 'ophelia' mayspring

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marauding_miss October 21 2010, 12:57:38 UTC

While Rogue had been keeping her own distance from her self-appointed brother, she wasn't keeping so much distance as to not be around him at all. She'd already been in the mess hall when Rictor had entered, but she'd studiously ignored him right then.

She was still angry over the issues with Mark, but not so angry as to leave.

When the scene started to play out, she was grateful that she hadn't. Strangely, rather than throw a punch or take the weapon or anything that might help in that manner, Rogue used her chair. Throwing it. Sort of.

With a hold on the back of the chair, Rogue stood while smoothly and swung, the back of the chair colliding solidly with the new person -or potentially just the recent nutjob of the month.

Rictor, it seemed, attracted nutjobs.

45825243_t78_a October 21 2010, 19:38:30 UTC

((Hope it's OK to make this a group effort! Gonna give you some space to fight among yourselves, anyway.))Logan would've been at the mess hall sooner, but he was finishing his cigar, and things like that just couldn't be rushed. On the whole, he didn't mind the new rules - and the food was OK, not to mention ready-made - but the set eating times still didn't always agree with him. Something in him resisted following rules, even reasonable ones, with incredible stubbornness ( ... )

mongrelverine October 21 2010, 22:09:36 UTC

((But of course!))

Daken felt more than he saw the chair as it collided with him. Apparently this camp did have some competent fighters among the idiots that populated their ranks. It crashed into him, sending the feral mutant flying into a nearby table, which collapsed under his weight.

With an snarl more animal than human, he got back up, brushing debris off his shoulders. As the other occupants of the room fled, a quick scan showed he had two opponents, the white-streaked brunette and-- Of course. Logan. Clearly, luck was on his side, to have made sure he would be able kill two birds with one stone.

The gun had been lost during his crash, but Daken was never unarmed. With a smirk, his own claws slid out. Two on either side of his hands while the third came out from under his wrists. "Shall we dance?" He leaped at his two opponents, slashing out with his favorite weapons.

movetheearth October 21 2010, 23:05:50 UTC

The day had been going well so far, Ric had been joking around and relaxing. Actually enjoying himself after having had a fairly intensive morning of physio before heading over to the mess hall. Up to his usual antics Ric was no louder than usual really and blissfully unaware of his impending doom ( ... )

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hunt_the_devil October 21 2010, 20:33:03 UTC

John had been enjoying the relative peace and quiet of the new camp. Okay so there were lots of stupid rules and regulations that were going to be interesting to try and see if everyone followed them but it was atleast someone elses problem for a change. John was going to take a back seat whilst Ethan - or Captain Fly-boy as he was starting to get known as - took over trying to mother hun this useless but endearing rabble ( ... )

mad_asahatter October 24 2010, 19:59:06 UTC

Somewhere between the table being thrown and the final injuries, Ophelia had stumbled into the mess hall, awestruck and wary. It wasn't that she'd actually meant to approach anything dangerous, she wasn't even entirely certain as to just what was going on, but she found herself drawn there without real direction.

Managing to stay out of the way wasn't difficult. The second she'd stepped into the room she'd been assaulted by the uncontrolled wave of emotion from every which angle. She recognised the usual ones easily; Rictor's fear and frustration and worry, Rogue's concern and determination and fury, Logan's barely controlled anger and pain and wonder. It was the pure hatred and murderous rage that shocked her into non-reaction.

It just swam around and clouded everything and sept into her mind like water into a sponge. Only it was thicker and heavier and suffocating; like treacle, and Ophelia was just left, standing there, staring ahead and shaking with small tremors as the fight raged on and then ended.