don't talk to me or my son ever again // gay panic v mutts

[lance]

UWU

UwU.

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✧w✧

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OmO!

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TwT

TwT

TwT

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╬ omO

uwu attacks bellamy; teeth

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2035 -- Severed Thumb on Right Hand -- 8.5 damage

SCYENA

Yo, did you hear about what happened to Scylas and Scymon yesterday? Like, everyone had thought that Scylas had finally gotten up the nerve to ask Scymon out because no one saw them until late last night, but then when Scyndy when to go look for them she found their dead bodies instead! Right? Like it was totally some humans that did that, the wounds were far too severe to be from other mutts. Like I tell you, Scyerra, the humans are just getting too bold these days! Like, what won't they do ne-

Hm? What? Over there?

WHAT?!?!? A group of humans trying to kill a baby Sheepish? No! No flapping way! These humans need to just like, stop already! First the gays, now the babies? What's next?

HEY YOU UGLY ASS HUMANS GET AWAY FROM THE CHILD OR SO HELP ME-

scyena attacks liara; arms

sword

1091 -- Shallow Cut on Left Thigh -- 3.5 damage

SCYERRA

(Man, Scyena sure talks a lot. But I don't mind. I don't really like talking if I can help it, and she talks enough for us both, so like, it works out nicely. But yeah, what really happened to Scylas and Scymon yesterday was horrible. Humans and their brutality...*shudder*)

(Wait. What's that? Over there? Are those...)

(Oh god. Scyena, over there. Humans! And is that...)

(Oh fuck, that's a baby! Why are they attacking a baby? Arceus christ, we have to do something!)

(Okay, attacking them straight up wasn't quite what I meant, but it's probably the best we can do - by the time we rush back to get the swarm that poor baby might be dead! Okay, Scyerra, be brave, be brave, be brave-)

scyerra attacks bubby; arms

sword

1120 -- Shallow Cut on Cheek -- 3.5 damage

knife·sword·sword

[Cato]

*   *   *

I hit my bat against the ground over and over again. There's just something about it. It brings me peace, and it keeps me from trying to bash Mauve's skull in. She still has to pay for calling me a coward, and I want to be the one to bring her that death. I want her to suffer. I want her to feel agony. I want her to scream and cry and beg for mercy, but I don't know if she will. She's not the type to give me the satisfaction that's needed.

I watch the sun crawl behind the horizon, and I lay down holding my bat in one hand, and keeping myself as alert as I can. It's hard sleeping in this place when I'm dying for something to eat and drink. It's hard to focus when all I can hear is my racing heart begging for a drop of water. I don't even know when I used the restroom last, but it's a sign that I need something to drink. Only one person died yesterday, and I know a storm is coming.

I guess I must've fell asleep at some point because I'm startled awake by a loud crack of thunder, and a loud voice booming throughout the arena as the trumpets stop playing. This is getting annoying, and it's getting old, and I realize that this is probably going to happen every single morning now. I stretch my arms above my head and yawn, and then I look around wanting to make sure my allies are awake. I see that Mauve is gone.

"She has her uses huh?" I ask very quietly unsure of whether or not the other two will hear me. "Her face will light up the sky tonight now that I'm not with her to keep her alive." It's the truth. She's not capable of caring for herself. She needs me, and she just doesn't realize that yet. But her leaving is good for me. I don't have to constantly fight the urge to crush her skull now.

I take a deep breath, and I gather up all my things, and I make sure that Bubby and Bellamy are awake, and I don't even look at them before I start moving. It's up to them to keep up because I am not their keeper. I look around as the picnic tables become a distant memory, and I look at the logs surrounding a pile of logs. This is the perfect place to cook my meat. It's the perfect place to enjoy the drink and protein.

I'm about to open my bag and take it out when I see mutts, and I try getting out of the way of their attack, but I don't know if I can. I close my eyes, and I spin around trusting in my handy weapon. It didn't let me down yesterday, so I hope it does the same thing today. I look into its eyes, and I ready myself, and I prepare myself to attack. I look into the sky at the thick clouds above, and then I swing with all my might as my gaze turns back towards them. I'm not becoming mutt food today.

Liara attacks UWU | Spiked Blunt

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14013 -- GASH/BRUISED LEFT COLLAR BONE -- 3.0 damagespiked blunt

[Tom]

*   *   *

Night crawls in with storm clouds and the feeling of electricity striking through the air; a roar of thunder to his ears as he feels the air growing tenser and tenser. Clothes put back on as soon as the light of day starts dipping over the edge of the horizon; an echo of what was shown to all of Panem. Lucas would see him as an idiot, but his word was his word. Bellamy Scott wasn't going to be known as the guy who broke his own word, even if it was to someone as crazy as Mauve. Blood stained arm, stitched together by his own hands as he stares up and up to nothing more than the sky. A hum in his voice as he listens to the thunder roaring in the clouds. Lightning striking somewhere farther away with a bright flash. Memories of sitting by a windowsill with his notepad and a storm to coat the district in a pouring rain.

The silence of Three when storms come in with loud pouring rain against the glass of windows. Memories of writing down how many raindrops would hit the glass, drip down until it mixes with the mud outside the orphanage. Kids laughing and playing house behind him as he stares into the vast emptiness of the streets, catching glimpses of men and women rushing to work despite the wet weather. It's underneath the thunderstorm where he finds a soothing presence of his own; deep within his head where the memories of good, calm days reside. A boy with a sunshine smile pulling him from the windowsill with a laugh upon his lips. Brightening up the tragedies of a boy who's been broken by blood and death.

Bubby is somewhere farther away. A good few feet from him as Bellamy leans back against the grass, fingers gripping his knees gently, eyes to the stars as the words fall from his lips. A teasing smile attached to his comfortable form. "Promise I won't get naked again, Bubby." Looking back down to him, he smiles and throws in a joking wink to add to the red that'll surely appear on Four's face. "Though, you are cute when you're flustered. Whoever that boy you talked about before is missing out." Silence falls over him as he looks back to the clouded skies, unable to see what stars were once there. A whirling of gas and water above them; crackling lightning and friction of heat and cold ringing through the air.

"I used to love thunderstorms." His voice escaping on it's own before he starts setting himself down. Eyes drooping from the exhaustion of the day before. A bug biting at his hand gently as he smacks it once, twice, and thrice. "Lucas. My... friend.... He used to come down and pull me away from the window when I was scared of everything. He gave me some hope in the world. Find some peace after losing my father." A soft laugh echoes from his throat as he bundles up softly into himself. "I used to tell him his smile lights up the rooms he's in. Like the sun, bright and filled with a comforting warmth." The silence is enough for him to give in to sleep, memories of the smile filling his head.

The dullness of sleep where dreams don't come fades for a moment. A heavy air hanging over him as he feels distraught. Eyes unable to open fully, but he's tired. Exhausted from everything with the day before. Muscles sore from pushing himself to the limits in order to fight the creatures from the day before. The sound of grass crunching underneath feet as he barely opens his eyes. Voice distraught from the grogginess of his own exhaustion. Mauve's form seeming to walk away, but his brain can't catch up with where she's going. His eyes follow here for a moment, barely able to process what's happening.

"Mauve."

Barely a whisper to the air as he slides up to sit, just barely. His eyes blinking at the grogginess around his senses. If Mauve had been another tribute, he could have been killed instantly. Throat bled red with the death of his own carelessness, but he can't say that. He can't think that. His brain feels heavy as his eyes droop and he almost slips back into sleep. All that's on his brain is the memories of Sierra and Lucas being careful behind his back. Whispered words and close comforts to one another; A broken butterfly wing in his stomach as he groaned at the memory. Two words leaving his lips with the groggy heaviness of way too early morning.

"Stay safe."

Drifting back to sleep, he can't remember which way she even went.

Morning comes with the announcements from a gamemaker. Another death had been in the sky, but he'd crashed too early to remember who. "Good Morning Campers. I've always found storms to be rather calming. I hope you feel the same, for your sake. It doesn't look like it will be letting up any time soon. I'd ask you not to disappoint me, but if yesterday was any indication..." A laugh almost breaks from his throat; the itchiness of bug bites littered across the exposed skin showing proof that the message clearly was for him. Nudity wasn't going to be tolerated. Rebellious in his youth, he's used to authority not liking him for one reason or another. Having told Peacekeepers they're horrible at their jobs for being unable to find his father's killer. Taken in custody for pushing on witnesses too hard and having his name upon the lips of some of the older Peacekeepers in Three. "Good luck. May the odds be ever in your favor." The odds would be in his favor. Statistically, he'd make the odds in his favor.

"She has her uses huh?" Liara's the one to catch his attention now. Mauve's nowhere in sight and he almost wants to sigh in frustration, but avoids doing so. Last night must've not been a dream like he originally thought, but reality. Thumb and pointer already at the bridge of his nose, squeezing what tension he can out of it. "Her face will light up the sky tonight now that I'm not with her to keep her alive." Mauve could handle herself. The reason he'd asked her to this alliance was to be a fighter for them. A killer so he didn't have to push himself to becoming like that person who killed his father. Instead, he's got a volatile, do it herself ally who he can't keep tabs on at all. His voice comes back in annoyance, but firmness.

"She can handle herself. We'll meet up with her again. I trust her enough to not outright ditch us. Otherwise, I will take care of her myself." A seriousness in his eyes as he looks to Liara before pulling his supplies together, fixing what he can of the uniform he'd hastily put back on the night before. Following Liara towards the next place they were heading to he's got his eyes open for whatever was meant for them in the next day. His feet were starting to get sore again, but he bit his tongue to stop himself from complaining about it.

The campfire circle is interesting. Wood piled high for a bonfire where kids their age would tell stories and eat smores. His own hands trace the piles of wood, trying to come up with uses for these; built up tall until he can see over it, just barely into the open grass around them. His eyes stare at the circle, noticing all of the litter everywhere around them. Clearly, some sort of sign of another alliance or worse, other humanoid mutts around them. Who knows what the capitol is capable of anymore. A sigh almost falls from his lips, until pain bursts from his hands.

Crashing into a pile of wood, knocking over some solid pieces as a fluffy sheep rips at his thumb, teeth sharper than he expected. Gritting his teeth, he notices they're surrounded by a handful of mutts now. Strange bug-like creatures with scythes for arms; sharp and covered in Bubby and Liara's blood. His hand reaching for the fire poker at his side as he swings it around. The words upon his lips ready to speak out. Liara moves towards the sheep that's taken his thumb, clearly ready for action once more.

"We've got company. Take them out as fast as possible."

His feet burn with soreness, but he's gotta fight in order to live. A thunderstorm above them roaring back at them as the clouds cover most of the sky. A humidity surrounding them already making him covered in a thin layer of sweat. Pulling forward, he strikes, eyes focused on finding another way to deal with these mutts. He's killed a creature before, but he's not sure he can do it again. His heart beats in his chest, but he had to fight for Lucas. He had to fight to see Mauve once more.

The smell of gunpowder upon his nose; a strike of lightning in the distance as he clashes.

(Bellamy Scott D3M attacks UWU; Spear)
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(Stabbed in Calf 8.5)

spear

[d4 Panda Scope [Gayton]]

Filler again until Tuesday!! After this weekend work won’t be so bad and fillering will be less common

sweet moment with Bellamy

Hoping mauve never comes back

[attacks scyerra with sword]
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[miss]

[accuracy]
sword
[1143 -- Deep Gash on Chest -- 9.5 damage
(Sword)]sword·sword

[lance]

UWU

OwO!

MwM

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OmO!

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TwT

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👁👄👁

uwu attacks bellamy; teeth

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2105 -- Deep Gash on Left Thigh -- 8.0 damage

SCYENA

Oh wow, the baby is holding his own! Yeah, you go baby! Take that human's thumb off right at its base and DEVOUR the FUCK outta it! What, I'm not allowed to curse because this is a child? This child literally just mutilated a human, I think he's seen AND heard much worse!

Now, where were we, red-head? Hey wait, where are you going? Hey, I'm RIGHT HERE you know! Don't think you can turn your back on me and escape JUSTICE!

scyena attacks liara; arms

sword

1134 -- Miss -- 0.0 damage

SCYERRA

(Well, at least the child can take care of himself. Because personally, I'm seeing how Scylas and Scymon were so easily taken out yesterday. But come on, Scyena, swearing? Really? He's a kid for Arceus's sake!)

(...Okay, fair. Any kid who can remove a thumb at will has likely seen and heard worse. But still, it's common courtesy-)

(Aaaaaand there she goes. Oh well. I still have this human of mine to-)

(...!)

(Okay, that fucking hurt. Fuck the no swearing, this human has just become public enemy number one.)

(N̴̝̥̉̉̈̍o̸̹̰͉͔͋̀̍̄̕w̷̢̘̖̖̟͋̄̇̃̃ ̶̮̻̲̜̮̣̟̒̐̅͆̓̆͝i̴͓̳͉̲̅̇̕t̶͌̂͜'̵̲̺͋͊̐̀̍̋̚ṣ̵̢̲̬̰̗̀̋̓̓́ ̴̢̮̭̪̉͂̋̔̀̕͘t̴͇͆͝i̴̡͕̘̪̹̝̪̓m̷̨̠͇̥̱̩͗̀̿͊̈͊̿ͅḙ̴̻̤̈̍̏̔̐ ̴̮̬̠̲̓̀̀̾̚f̶͉̼̒͝ǫ̷̢̻̖̥͎̒̾̀ͅř̷̲̟̙͚͂̓̈́̏͊̆ ̸̱̦̀́̓y̴̱͔̦̓̍̈́̏͂o̷̟͎̞͕̱͓̙͊́͛̔́͘û̶̧̖̰̞̏̚ ̴̨̢̥͎͇͖͋̆̽̏̓͜t̵̤́͐͊̃͘̕o̷͙͘ ̶̝͖̦̮͖̱̊̿̐ͅd̷̞̦̹̣̱̎͊̇̎͜͝į̸̤͉͍͙͐̕e̷̤̥̥͒̏͊̅̌̚)

scyerra attacks bubby; arms

sword

1014 -- Shallow Cut on Left Hip -- 3.5 damage

knife·sword·sword

[Cato]

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Fighting mutts are so much different than fighting trainers back in district two or even in the training center in the capital. They're more precise, and they have the natural ability to attack, and its' hard to learn their every move. I watched a lot of videos and films trying to get an idea, but right now I have nothing. These things move faster than I imagined, and they come from every angle. Sometimes taking a step back can help, and that's exactly what I do. I watch them as they attack instead of just rushing in again.

I watch the way it moves, and I step away as quickly as I can, and this time it completely misses me. I watch the other one attack Bubby, and I watch the sheep attack Bellamy. I don't have it all down, but if I can make it to where I can predict what they're about to do, I can succeed here. I pick up my bat, and then I take another step forward, and this time I look around. I watch the sheep close. It's preoccupied with Bellamy, and that's exactly the step I need.

And in this moment, I take the time to think of my brother back home watching me, and I hope that I'm doing him proud. I hope that he sees the fight I'm putting up, and that he's keeping my parents calm and sane. I take a deep breath as a crack of thunder bellows through the sky. Sometimes it's easy to get lost in the moment, but I realize that I am here, and the only escape is killing everyone else standing in my way. I watch the lightning flash in the clouds, and it's almost too calming. This might be the chance that I need.

I look at Bellamy, and I wonder how he's holding up seeing that the mutt has taken a piece of him with it, yet I don't say a word. It's easy being looked upon as a great career, but it's hard living up to that title when career means nothing anyway. It's just a label, and I'm tired of living under labels. My attention turns towards the sheep, and I raise the bat into the air, and when it least expects it, I swing with full force. I have to do what's best for me and nobody else. Only I matter.

Liara attacks UWU | Spiked Blunt

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14141 -- MISS -- 0.0 damage

accuracy

spiked blunt
14033 -- GASH/BRUISED RIGHT FEMUR -- 4.0 damagespiked blunt·spiked blunt

[Tom]

*   *   *

Ripping flesh from a leg; blood splattered along where the dried blood of the day before rests on the fire poker. Sharp edges staring back at him as he can feel the change within himself coming. The fear across his mind pulling back the layers of his own act; he's just a scared kid once again. Hidden in a room with nothing, but his own mind to keep him company. The silence just like the shining moon above; watching over the people of Panem slowly moving one by one. His fingertips gripped to the fire poker with his life on the line just like before.

Bubby cuts deep into the chest of one of the bugs with scythes for arms; blood spilling onto the ground with dripping wounds and pain. Blossoms of agony glittering like the flames of a fire; over and over again. His eyes follow the creatures for a moment. The sheep coming up and striking once more; flesh ripping from his thigh as it drips down his calf and to his feet. Blood coating his pants with a deep red mark; reminding him he's here and he's being torn up. Biting his cheek until he can taste the metallic taste he knew his father felt before dying. The wound bleed with pain and he's stumbling back a little bit onto the wood pile behind him.

Mauve wasn't there to tear down these mutts with them. She'd left them to their own devices and he's not sure they can handle this many mutts on their own. His eyes follow the others for a moment; noticing Liara move, but unable to see past his own thoughts. Worries bubbling along his brain over and over again. Neurons striking together with thoughts of their own demise appearing across his mind over and over again. Lucas would have smacked him. He'd have told Bellamy to break free from his own mind, but there's fear beneath his heart. Rumbling like the earth would cave in and break him piece by piece in order to survive.

Bellamy Scott didn't want to die.

Bellamy Scott couldn't die.

He's weaker than expected, but he carries the fire poker with a sudden calmness. Pain present along his features, but he's got to keep fighting. Wounds like these were common in the games and to be getting worked up over them made him feel weak. The gamemakers clearly didn't like him clearly from the messages. Bellamy had to do more than just stand by while Mauve goes off and does something crazy he's sure. Atticus believed in him too. Probably more than Mauve, if he had to guess, but he keeps the thought down for later as he watches Liara swing again and strike only barely. The words leave his lips too quickly.

"Aren't you supposed to be a career? Hit hard than that!"

Frustration in himself is evident. Pulling back the fire poker, he can feel himself knowing the sheep is on it's last leg. He's breathing heavily with the same worries as before. He doesn't want to be a killer. He doesn't want to spill blood anymore. He didn't want to turn into someone like the person who killed his father. Except, this is the games. The place where it's kill or be killed. Worries shoved down to the depths of his chest, he pulls back and swings the fire poker forward, eyes focused on the sheep as he can feel his heart beating in his chest.

Fear keeps him moving.

Fear keeps him alive.

(Bellamy Scott D3M attacks UWU; Spear)
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(Shallow Cut on Left Thigh)

spear

[d4 Panda Scope [Gayton]]

*   *   *

Blood dripped down my cheek in a pulsating, but surprisingly painless throb. It probably did hurt, but I was focused on the second slash that cut through my arm. I was sick of being the weak link. I was sick of being made fun of. So instead of screaming out, I grabbed the wound tightly and bit my lip hard enough to fill my mouth with an iron taste. Loose skin from the inside of my mouth floated about.

It was disgusting.

“Aren’t you supposed to be a career? Hit harder than that.”

Bellamy lashed out at Liara just as swiftly as he struck the sheep. I didn’t know if I was empowered by the safety of being away from Mauve, or if I was just caught up in the adrenaline but I spoke in harsh tones I didn’t recognize.

“Can we stop being so mean to each other?” The blood I drew dripped out of my mouth and down my chin. Angrily, I spit it out onto the grasshopper monster in front of me, loose skin and all. “Only one of us gets to go home. But we agreed to help each other. We agreed to be a team. If you aren’t willing to protect each other than make like Mauve and disappear. Now kill the damn thing.”

Damn. The blood slipped my lips more comfortably than words like that ever did. I didn’t like cursing. It painted people as angry. Mom taught me to be kind.

“Sorry for cussing.”

And I struck my sword back at the bladed beast.

[Bubby attacks Scyerra with Sword
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[Shallow cut on chest - 4.0]sword

[lance]

UWU

TwT

TwT

TwT

TwT

TwT

TwT

TwT

TwT

TwT

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👁👄👁

uwu attacks bellamy; teeth

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2190 -- Shallow Cut on Right Forearm -- 3.5 damage

SCYENA

Whaddya mean you can just dodge me without even looking? Like, rude! That baby was first off, a baby, and second, is near death! Like, what are you trying to do? Eat the little thing?

...Okay, fair. Probably. But really! Don't most predators back off when they get threatened?

...Shut it, Scyerra. I just know you're thinking that I'm not threatening. Well, neither are you! And we won't be if we just keep whiffing like this!

You! Girl who has thus far ignored me thus far! Don't touch my son again or I swear to Arceus I'll lightly cut you again!

scyena attacks liara; arms

sword

1070 -- Shallow Cut on Neck -- 4.0 damage

SCYERRA

(I'm getting the vibes that this child is more than he seems. Like okay, the sheep around here aren't defenseless, but this baby is putting both me and Scyenna to filth right now. Scary.)

(I mean, predators do run away when they feel threatened, but the problem is that we just aren't really that threatening. Sigh. No wonder the gay boys died.)

(This human still seems to have a bone to pick with me though. Fine then. Like I said, threatening. If we're threatening, maybe they'll run.)

(Please. For everyone's sake.)

(Y̷̗̲̟̔o̵͔̔̽̍̄̌u̵̯̇̏́̿̾'̷̛͜͜d̸̮̮̀̈̽ ̴̖͑͐ḃ̶̟̖͕e̶̲̪̠̖̤̎͆̑t̶̡͙̖̓́̀ṱ̷̽̐̿̋͂ͅẽ̷̬́ŗ̵͎̫̔̔ ̷̢̰̮̔ͅŕ̷̡ȕ̴͈͖̲̆̔͑̃ṅ̶͙̉̎͘,̶̧̦̲̘̽̔͆̋̚͜ ̵̨̘͚͈̐͝b̷̫͕͇̊̆͐͆i̷̬̪̝̽̇ẗ̶͙́̓́̚c̴̮̙̥͎̀̋́̀͛h̷̢̘̦̹͘ͅ)

scyerra attacks bubby; arms

sword

1007 -- Shallow Cut on Right Thigh -- 3.5 damage

knife·sword·sword

[Cato]

*   *   *

It never ceases to amaze me how quick these things can move, and how frustrating it is when I think I have a perfect shot only for it to move at the last possible second. The worse thing about it is now my allies are mocking me. Bellamy is calling me out, and all I want to do is raise the bat and crush his skull right now, and I'll show him what it means to be a career. It might be easier just to let the sheep keep eating him. Seems like that's more torture than anything to me. All I can do is glare at him. Didn't he learn from Mauve mocking me? Didn't he learn anything? I'll kill him.

It takes everything I have to turn away from him and to focus my attention on the mutts in front of me. But my blood is boiling, and the anger is brewing inside, and all I can do is keep my gaze focused at him. I'll hit harder when my bat meets your skull. I want to say out loud for everyone to hear, but I keep it to myself, and instead I put the bat away, and I pull out my axe.

I'm a human being. All I ever wanted was to live my life. To have a normal life, and I don't even know if that's possible. I keep my gaze fixated on him resisting the urge to swing at him. I will never understand. "Drop the label. I'm only human after all." I say rather sharply as I turn away from him and fix my gaze back on the mutts before me.

I'll show him the consequences for messing with me. I'll show him the price he has to pay for mocking me. Bellamy is dead to me, and I can't wait to see his face light up the sky at night, and I'll lay with my hands behind my head cackling. I don't care about him, yet I'll put on a face like I do. I'll be his best friend because I need someone to shield me. He's doing a good job at it now. I turn back to the mutt, and I raise my axe getting used to the weight in my hands, and I swing at the sheep. I'm not the one who needs saving. Right now it's him, and I'll be the one to rescue him. I hear Bubby standing up for me too, and for a moment it makes me smile, but I push the smile away and put on a blank face. He couldn't have said it any better. It's true. All I can do is live for myself. I nod my head in thanks.

Liara attacks UWU | Axe

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11029 -- Deep Gash on Forehead -- 9.0 damage +1 strengthaxe

[Tom]

*   *   *

It's not enough.

Blood coating the end of his fire poker; red along the blackened edges of it. A vision of a smoking gun and those cold eyes starting back at him; death whispering in his ears as a child to run. Run as far as he can and scream as loud as he can, but he never did. Feet planted like cement to the floor as he breathes heavily. A flashback to that day where the person stares at the closet where he peeks through the slanted boards in the darkness of the hiding place. Afraid of the world around him, but everything comes back in a flash of thunder, echoing along his ears as he can hear Bubby now.

"Can we stop being so mean to each other?" Blood dripping from between his teeth; Bellamy throws a curious glance. His heart in his throat as he smiles with a mischievous glint. None of this was to be mean. Bellamy Scott was a pusher; striking the matches along their anger to push them harder than before. It wasn't mean. It was strategic. Make the ones close to him fight harder to prove themselves. Naïve in a way, but he pushes the thought down. "Only one of us gets to go home. But we agreed to help each other. We agreed to be a team. If you aren’t willing to protect each other than make like Mauve and disappear. Now kill the damn thing."

A team. Bubby wanted them to be a team and protect one another, but this wasn't a real summer camp where kids gets to sing by the campfire. Each of them were fighting to survive, pushing their own limits in order to get the crown and go home to their family. A silence falls over him as Bubby finishes his words in the most Bubby way ever. "Sorry for cussing." His swing is slower than before, but it's enough to make Bellamy smile. Enough for him to miss the stance of the sheep as he steps to the side, getting a smaller cut along his forearm, blood dripping as he grits his teeth.

"Drop the label. I'm only human after all."

His eyes can see the anger behind them. A small smile as he holds his own weapon out. Deadly in it's own way, but not seeming like the weapons the others carry. A laugh almost wants to escape his throat, but he keep himself quiet before standing carefully. They were pushing themselves to keep themselves safe. A front is all he's ever known to put up; pretend he's the smartest in the room and accept his own faults. Fingertips brushing along the edges of his fire poker as he watches Liara rip into the sheep; blood sprouting from the head as he grimaces. Words from his lips already.

"I'm not trying to be mean. I was pushing buttons to try and get Liara to hit harder. A little anger helps in these situations." A soft smile as he switches his own position, letting the teasing fall from his face and pull back the curtains. The fear still shrouded by his own demeanor as he pulls back for a moment. "No labels. Got it. We're all humans here. " Mauve. Bubby had said to run off like Mauve. He wanted to defend her for some reason, despite his dislike of her. Mauve's cold unnerving eyes flaring through his mind, but he bites down the thought and forces himself to speak once more. "If you want a team, then I'll bite. Let's do this!"

Black across his vision, the red edge of metal as he dives over the body of the sheep, away from the log tower of wood and towards the creature Bubby had attacked. If they were to be a team, Bellamy was gonna show his worth. The fear from before bubbling behind his ears, burning heart in his chest, as he pulls forward once more. Deadly arms pointed at them in a threat, but he's got to keep his head on. The shake in his hands have become nothing more than an eerie calm as he focuses on the task at hand. The bladed arms were it's strong point, finding a chink in it's position would be hard, but Bellamy wasn't no quitter.

Sliding to the side, he goes for the lower part of the creature, figuring he could get a better angle from that point. Home was watching him. He wondered if Atticus was rooting for him or Mauve. There's only one way for him to find out. A feeling of anxiousness bubbling over his stomach as he stabs with the fire poker, aiming to try and do something more than he does.

To be a team player, he had to start acting like one.

That meant to be something he didn't want to be.

A killer.

(Bellamy Scott D3M attacks Scyerra; Spear)
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(Shallow Cut on Right Calf 3.5)

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[d4 Panda Scope [Gayton]]

*   *   *

Bellamy listened to me. Or at least it felt like he did. He didn’t run off, leaving Liara and I to fend for ourselves. He didn’t backtalk or disagree with me. In fact, he watched as Liara slayed the wolf in sheep’s clothing and in spite of his injuries outnumbering mine, he swung over and started in at the creature that had been cornering me.

He wasn’t in time to protect me from another cut into my leg, but I knew he was going to ensure I didn’t take much more. We outmanned the mutts now.

I whispered to myself, but mostly to Alistair, “I’m not dying today, my love.”

At our core, we’re enemies. Bellamy, Liara, and I. We’re not meant to save each other. but with the monster, Mauvster out of our hair, we were willing to fight for each other. We need each other to keep moving on, I felt encouraged by what we could accomplish together. And with that in mind, I struck confidently.

[Bubby attacks Scyerra with Sword]
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[Shallow Cut on left forearm - 3.5]
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[lance]

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uwu is ded

SCYENA

Oh my god they did it, the HEATHENS! My poor baby Sheepish, too pure for this world, gone too soon...

You'll PAY FOR THIS, HUMANS! Now stop being cowards and fight me!

(please. please fight me. please don't hurt anyone else)

scyena attacks liara; arms

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1138 -- Deep Gash on Back -- 8.5 damage

SCYERRA

(Annnnnd now the child is dead. Lovely. Scyena's becoming frantic and honestly, I can't blame her; seeing death for the first time is always hard.)

(If it's any consolation though, the remaining humans don't seem to have much bite in their claws. Sure, we're now outnumbered, but the one the sheep got seems pretty banged up. So really it's two versus two point five. Still winnable.)

(And honestly, better me than Scyena. I can take it. And worse comes to worse, well...)

(I̵̜͚̪͇͚̬̿̆̓'̴̞̱̖͚̹̐̄l̵̡̧̝̆̏͂̋̆͝l̸̥̊̃ ̸̡̲̬̗͂͊͆̅j̵͉̙̣̄̇͒́̄ù̸̦̯̙́̿̋̑͂ͅͅs̶͓̺̘̝̭̒͛͋̂͘t̶̠̣͖͈̅̇̆ͅ ̷͚̩͖͂̎k̴̢̓̄̓ͅị̸̻̄̑l̸̦̣̻̠̼͍͆ļ̶̻̫͒͛͒͂͋ ̶̯̋̏͐t̸̘̮̝̱̮͔̏͋͊̌h̷͔̬͉̓̈́̎̾̈́ȇ̸̛̮̞̥̯́͑̀͐m̶̦̼̭̕ͅ ̸̱̠̊͂̉͝a̶͓̝̝̎̋̈́̄̈́̏l̸̨̝̝͖̯̞̈́̀͆̀͊l̴̞̬̼̪̎̓̈́͝͝)

scyerra attacks bubby; arms

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1131 -- Shallow Cut on Right Calf -- 3.5 damage

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[Cato]

*   *   *

Bellamy says he wasn't trying to be mean. He was just trying to make me angry so I would hit harder, but he doesn't understand the consequences of his actions. For now, he won't see them. He'll never see me coming. But right now, he's right. We are a team. We have to work together if we want to survive against these mutts. I still want to kill him. I want to make him miserable. I want him to feel pain like he's never felt before. Most importantly, I want to be the one to make him feel it.

Too bad they aren't doing anything. They're not damaging these the way they should, and it's up to me. Its' up to me to save us because they aren't going to save themselves. I take a deep breath. I feel the pain before I see what happens, but I don't make a face. I keep every sound, every emotion to myself. I turn towards the mutts, and I hold my spear in the air.

I don't say a word right now. Silence is best since I have nothing to talk about. Nothing to say to either of them. I want to go home. I want to make it to my normal life that I promised myself, and right now it's slipping away from me in the blink of an eye. Teamwork. Bellamy and Bubby want teamwork, then so be it, but it's more of me carrying them. I have to do my part on top of half of theirs. Doesn't matter. I charge full speed ahead, and I want to jump on this thing because then I can use my body weight to kill it. But if that doesn't work, my handy spear will do better instead.

Liara attacks Scyena | Spear

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3113 -- Shallow Cut on Neck -- 4.0 damagespear

[Tom]

*   *   *

It's never enough.

The strike connects, but he feels weak once more. A reminder that he's not Mauve or Liara in the form of a small stream of blood; desperation in his eyes. Bellamy Scott wasn't a killer. He wasn't a fighter. Hell, he was barely a confrontational person. The only thing he had was his head and even it was failing on him. A groan wants to flow from his lips, but he can't let a single hit shake him. Instead, he watches Bubby swing superficially; only a small bit of blood. They needed a push. A way to fight stronger, whether together or not. His own eyes scanning the area for anything that can help, but he can't figure out what to do.

The place smells of firewood and residual smoke; a fire could help, but they had nothing to keep the fire going. His eyes look from left to right. Following the movement of the creatures, until they strike at Bubby and Liara. The one Liara has on her own, cutting heavy into flesh, while Bellamy can manage to off kilter the one they have with his spear. It's not enough, but they need to keep fighting. His heart in his throat as he pulls himself together. Liara and Bubby were from Career Districts. Places where people fight for moments like these, but Bellamy wasn't a career. No, he's just an orphan who decided to try and find answers in the wrong place because he was desperate.

Desperate to be something he's not.

"C'mon. C'mon. C'mon."

It's a nervous tick. One of a weak boy who was afraid to fight, afraid to die, and afraid to feel trapped. Near this pile of firewood, he can't feel anything but his heart in his chest and the sound of thunder in his ears. The green of the grass filling his vision as he bites down on his cheek slightly. Bellamy Scott had to act fast. He needed to push himself harder. Beat himself down and become the person he never wanted to be. Mauve left at the worst time. He's angry about it, but he can't do anything about it. Mauve could handle herself, but Bellamy needed to be able to handle himself too. Pulling back, he pushes forward, swinging the fire poker once more.

"Let's push harder. The longer they live, the worse off we'll be."

(Bellamy Scott D3M attacks Scyerra; Spear)
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(Shallow Cut on Right Bicep 3.5)

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