[OPEN] ❁ don't let it get the best of you, you'll make it out alive

[roseblooms]

WHO: Fawkes and YOU!
WHERE: All around Recolle during the nightmares/fog event!
WHEN: Various times in the month of October!
WHAT: Nightmares, fog encounters, and etc.
WARNINGS: Will be attached to the headers of various top-levels within!

Comments

[roseblooms]

[The sound of Chuuya's voice draws a slight jolt of surprise out of Fawkes, but he's clearly conscious enough of the threat all around him to refrain from moving much and risking detonating one of the floating bombs in the air, even as he turns to look. So it's mostly a movement in his eyes, a slide of green irises over to the corners, as he catches sight of Chuuya and tries to slow his breathing down, lest his own jumpiness make him move when he knows it'd be deadly to.

Strange, that. It doesn't seem wrong for Chuuya to be here. It's like he fits in, somehow, like the dream can stretch easily to accommodate him, even though objectively Fawkes is vaguely aware that he doesn't belong.]

I don't know — be careful, I don't know where he is!

[Tsk, tsk. A little rat sticking its nose where it doesn't belong, comes that same voice, as if on cue. You shouldn't meddle with things that aren't yours.]

[doublesmall]

Yeah? I do a lot of things I shouldn't do. Hasn't stopped me yet.

[chuuya hums under his breath, there, glancing between fawkes (just making sure he's still okay) and the surrounding area, staying alert for any sign of movement.]

If you're so worried about your things, maybe you'd better do more to make sure nobody else ends up breaking them. Leaving them out like that's dangerous, you know...?

[he wouldn't, he hopes fawkes knows that much, but he can't kick someone's ass if they don't show up to begin with. if that doesn't lure him out, well. back to square one, he supposes.]

[roseblooms]

[...Now that is a horrifying idea, actually — spitting in the face of a monster just for the sake of getting it to show itself and fight properly — and yet it's almost uncanny how well it works. It's clear what Chuuya is doing; fucking with an adversary by the rules of their own game is a classic, tried-and-true method of seeking to piss them off. It's uncanny how familiar that is, really.

(It's uncanny how easily someone like that can fit into this dream, like there's a role with those characteristics already prewritten into it.)

But as dreams tend to do, the shift is instantaneous, and not subject to logic. One second there's nothing across the arena's fighting ring, and the next instant he's present, watching the two of them with an almost quizzical look.

A brute like you would only ruin that work of art, the crow remarks softly — a phrase that makes Fawkes stiffen and recoil before abruptly catching himself and forcing himself to hold still. Pity, to have to waste time with such nuisances interrupting my fun.]

i never get to use these icons i'm so glad

[doublesmall]

Is that so? Well, I could come over there, but...

[to better make his point, chuuya takes a casual step towards him, raising a foot and bringing it down-- the resulting quake of the ground around him doesn't quite reach far enough to risk fawkes losing his footing, but chuuya makes sure it comes dangerously close.]

Things break pretty easily in a fight. Not my problem if you end up with some collateral damage.

[come at him, bro.]

THEY ARE GREAT ICONS

[roseblooms]

[It's actually a little bit fascinating, how bewilderingly well the tactic works. For someone who clearly covets being in control, and whose sadism is rooted in the ability to manipulate and toy with his prey, Chuuya's collateral damage gambit genuinely seems to be getting under the crow's skin; behind his mask, his eyes flick instantly to where Fawkes is teetering on his feet in his cage of bombs, gauging the distance between Chuuya and his toy.

You're planning to ruin him, just to annoy me, the crow murmurs, eyes narrowing with a peculiar brand of hatred. Do you really think I won't make you suffer for that?

As if for emphasis, a warning explosion goes off in the air near Chuuya's leg — the one he'd used to quake the ground.]

[doublesmall]

[the explosion immediately pushes chuuya into motion, sending him moving right into the air-- and staying there for a moment, floating over the ground with a faint red glow around him. so he can use the bombs long-distance; that complicates things, but it also make them interesting, and chuuya's grin only sharpens.]

You can try it if you want.

[some of the debris that first quake loosened-- clumps of dirt, rocks, and all-- rise to float near chuuya like some sort of minefield of his own. if these things explode on contact, chuuya's not going to make himself easy to touch. if they don't? -well, this is the only way he's going to figure that one out.

he spares another quick glance to fawkes (still on his feet, still okay for the moment) before turning his attention back to his target.]

But if you're just going to fight me with toys like that, I'll break you both before you ever break me. Come get me, asshole.