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Post by Finn Innigan on Jul 4, 2012 23:47:53 GMT -6
==> AH: Be the hero. You're a total fucking hero. Okay not really. You're actually just a REALLY STRONG teenager with SEVERE ANGER ISSUES. You like to think you're a hero, though. And right now, you're gonna be a hero for your little sister. She doesn't need your help at all, but fuck if you aren't gonna save her anyway. ==> AH: Retrieve discs. You don't even know where they are! They're probably in with the MAIL, which your BRO most likely has. ==> AH: Bother the shit out of your bro. You don't just go and bother him, god. If he has them and you want them, you're probaly gonna have to strife him for them. Explosions ahoy. ==> AH: Locate your bro. You go down the stairs and carefully look around the corner. You never know when a surprise strife is coming.
FINN: yo bro
FINN: you got the mail?
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Post by sean on Jul 4, 2012 23:56:05 GMT -6
==> Bro: Be Bro
Of course you're Bro. Who else would you be? And you're just lounging like a total badass when your little bro comes along demanding the mail. But you're in no rush, either. Because you're cool like that. So you take the time to finish your drink while he makes his little demands. Such a good kid. For the most part. Okay maybe not. But definitely a cool kid. Lots of potential. [/center] yeah i went earlier while you were working out
what're you at now? 150? 160?
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Post by Finn Innigan on Jul 5, 2012 0:05:59 GMT -6
==> AH: Grab the mail and runNo fuckin way, that's the lame ass way out. You're just gonna kind of. Ask for it? HA. Yeah right. Like that'll ever fly. You grin and flex at your bro. Fuck if you aren't proud of your body.
FINN: 170 regular, almost 200 max
FINN: i'll probably be up to 200 regular in a month
FINN: shits gettin mad fuckin easy
Oh wait. This isn't wait you came down to talk about.
FINN: were there discs in the mail
FINN: i gotta play this shitty game with msis
FINN: kinda need the discs
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Post by sean on Jul 5, 2012 0:10:52 GMT -6
==> Bro: Give disks.
Yeah no, that ain't happenin'. Your little bro isn't going to waste his time playing video games unless he proves he has the time to waste! That's why the mail is currently held up inside one of your many grenades found in your grenade modus where he won't be able to touch it. [/center] how's your quick draw comin'?
think you can get me yet?
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Post by Finn Innigan on Jul 5, 2012 0:19:16 GMT -6
==> AH: STRIFE THE SHIT OUT OF THIS FUCKERYou crack your neck and your grin widens. He'll win, of course. He always does. But goddamnit, you're gonna give him a fight.
FINN: fuck if i know
FINN: let's find out
You have been TRAINING FOR YEARS, so you're pretty fucking fast with your TDDYBRKIND. Venus, your CAMOBEAR, appears in your hand, and you throw it at your bro before 'out' has even left your mouth. A military-grade throwing knife flies through the air and towards your Bro's shoulder. [/center] |
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Post by sean on Jul 5, 2012 0:22:15 GMT -6
==> Bro: Don't get hit.
That's pretty easy to do, actually, since you know all of young Finn's moves and he broadcasts them like a goddam radio. Without spilling your drink, because a true man always has another ready for when the first runs out, you sidestep the knife in one fluid motion. Then you take a sip of the drink and three knives are flying toward Finn. It doesn't even make proper sense but that's how awesome you are. [/center] |
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Post by Finn Innigan on Jul 5, 2012 0:33:08 GMT -6
==> AH: Don't get hit. Yeah right. You have never been able to dodge three knives at once. You don't even try anymore; you dodge two, and take the third to the thigh. Your high VIM ATTRIBUTE lets you yank it out with no change in facial expression. It hurts, but fuck pain. Pain is weakness leaving the body. You idly throw the KNIFE back at your bro.
FINN: think you dropped something
The TEDDY BEAR falls short of its target. You decide this isn't working, and switch to FISTKIND. You crack your neck and bend your knees, and you use your ALMOST-NOT-QUITE flashstep to rush him. You throw a punch, a wide right hook aimed for his jaw. [/center] |
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Post by sean on Jul 5, 2012 0:42:07 GMT -6
==> Bro: Be faster
Having trained Finn in pretty much everything he knows (except that god awful Teddy Bearkind he uses) there's almost no chance for him here, but the kid's a scrapper and you like that. So you let him hit you in the jaw and then promptly throw him through the window with one arm, because your other is still wielding your drink. Which still hasn't lost a drop. [/center] you're fixing that window by the way
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Post by Finn Innigan on Jul 5, 2012 0:52:44 GMT -6
==> AH: Be the scrapper. Who does the arrow think you are, Scrappy Doo? Fuck that. You're a fucking hero in training and aw fuck that's glass in your arms.
FINN: man
FINN: fuck you
You roll as you hit the ground, popping back on your feet in an instant. You vault back through the broken window, ignoring the glass that digs into your hands and arms and legs, and you keep your hands up. Always. You fake a jab to the head, throw a heavy cross to the solarplex, and follow up with a hook to the ribs -- but you switch to TDDYBRKIND at the last instant, viciously swinging the PLUSH TOY towards the meat in between the bones. The tip of your STILETTO DAGGER is perfect for shanking in situations like this. [/center] |
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Post by sean on Jul 5, 2012 0:59:32 GMT -6
==> Bro: Make him your prison bitch.
If he wants to get shanking involved that's just what you're going to do. A quick forearm block for the fake jab, swung around from the shoulder to stop the real attack and a drop of the elbow to knock the shanking off course. He's learning his combos. Such a good boy. Good . . . bad . . . such a quick learner. But you still haven't even spilled your drink!
Then your arm shoots out from the elbow and catches him under the outstretched shanking arm, twisting violently to bend his arm behind his back and forcing him to turn and submit or break his arm. [/center] you need to stop playing with dolls!
a REAL man finds himself some REAL dolls
if you know what i mean
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Post by Finn Innigan on Jul 5, 2012 1:25:06 GMT -6
==> AH: Be the prison bitch. Fuck. That. You're left with two options here. You don't like having only two options. You like doors of chance and windows of oppurtunity and the good old BREAK THROUGH THE WALL for extreme cases. Limited options are irritating. Limited options piss you off. Your grin turns feral.
FINN: I'm sorry, I don't quite understand.
FINN: Care to demonstrate?
FINN: You know quite a bit about being a REAL MAN's doll, don't you?
FINN: Come on now, don't disappoint your poor little protege.
You break your arm to free it and barely even grunt at the pain. You then go for three shots at once -- back kick to the shin, back elbow with your good arm to the gut, and you throw your head back to catch him in the face, maybe break his nose or just get him to spill his fucking drink. Seriously, can't he put the damn thing down? He just has to be so fucking slick all the fucking time. You flashstep away, grit your teeth, and pop your arm into place -- or as much into place as you can manage, given the situation. It hurts like a sonofabitch but you don't really care. You don't really care about anything but getting a good punch in, at this point. Maybe two. Maybe a knife to the gut or a bullet to the motherfucking head -- You turn on your heel and smile at your guardian, slow and sweet as summer's first honey. You're back to using FISTKIND, but your hands aren't up. There's no point.
FINN: Let's go, oh wise master of all things degenerate.
FINN: Show me how a real motherfucking man gets shit done.
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Post by sean on Jul 5, 2012 7:25:17 GMT -6
==> Bro: Show him how a real motherfucking man gets things done.
A quick shift of the feet saves your shin. You raise your forearm to Finn's neck level to limit the range of his headbutt and simply take the elbow to the gut, because at this range if you prepare it doesn't hurt. Especially not for a champion motherfucking badass like yourself and your naturally shredded body. Those abs probably hurt Finn more than his blow hurt you.
And then he has to run his tongue like that. One of these days it's going to get him into some real trouble. He's ready for some more, but you're getting bored with all of his weak ass attacks. His flashstep is fast, but it pales in comparison to yours! Finn couldn't even see it coming as you clear the distance between you and him and force a grenade into either of his hands and lay another on top of his head, pulling all three pins and returning to your spot in an instant. The ones in his hands have dead man switch so they'd go off once he lets go of them. The one on his head . . . standard fucking frag set to go off any second. Also the grenade containing the disks.
You twirl the pins on your fingers, sip your drink, turn your back and walk away. [/center] enjoy your game you little dipshit
if it doesn't get blown up
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Post by Finn Innigan on Jul 5, 2012 16:55:06 GMT -6
==> AH: Do some cool shit that somehow means you winYeah. No. This motherfucking asswipe of a goddamn guardian has left you with no fucking options. Again. He is seriously PISSING YOU THE FUCK OFF and there is NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT. You stand there like a fucking moron, trying to puzzle your way out of this mess. You suck at puzzles. You fucking hate puzzles. You're going to slaughter Bro.
FINN:
You do the only thing you can do, which is drop the grenades and flashstep away as fast as you can. It still isn't fast enough. You catch some shrapnel in the leg, shoulder, a graze on your temple. You're pretty sure you're bleeding into your empty eye socket. Fanfuckingtastic. The grenade on your head, which you hadn't noticed, fell off when you flashstepped away. It exploded with the other two grenades, leaving the two game discs behind. But you don't give TWO FUCKS at this point, because you just really want to BEAT THE EVERLOVING SHIT out of your guardian. Or someone who looks like him. You'll get the discs later, when you flip back to normal. You'll probably also pick up something you can use as a makeshift splint, so you don't fuck up your arm even more. But you don't actually care about that right now. You just really need to PUNCH SOMETHING. And SHANK SOMETHING. And maybe SHOOT SOME THINGS too. You vault through the broken window -- which you will fix, eventually -- and limp off. [/center] |
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