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Fine. I feel sick, and not just in the physical way.
I'll fight, but only with someone who wants to. Someone I know. It's only... just until you call it quits. I don't think it counts if we hold back, but- no hard feelings. For anyone. Promise me that.
I'll fight, but only with someone who wants to. Someone I know. It's only... just until you call it quits. I don't think it counts if we hold back, but- no hard feelings. For anyone. Promise me that.
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on 2011-06-06 08:29 pm (UTC)Where do you want me to meet you?
[OOC: Again, I'm cool with either of them winning. ^-^ Up to you!]
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on 2011-06-07 01:43 am (UTC)[Although her voice is steady, it's easy to tell she's upset by the tone.]
[[OOC: Can we chat about it? I added you, but I can't seem to catch you online! :) ]]
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on 2011-06-07 02:04 am (UTC)[Minato then headed out of the Mansion to get to the forest where Elaine would be waiting.]
[OOC: There we go! ^^]
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on 2011-06-07 02:23 am (UTC)[She stood in the center of a clearing she had made. Trees had fallen away from her, and they lay like lines radiating away from an axis. Anything she couldn't really push, like shrub or weeds, she had set on fire, in a way that burned faster than normal. Streaks of charred leaves and ash surrounded her.]
[As for Elaine herself, she was drenched in sweat, her hair and clothes clinging to her skin. She was doubled over, already tired.]
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on 2011-06-07 03:36 am (UTC)Once he was closer, he saw her in the middle of that clearing along with all the destruction. Despite the damage that he could only assume was from some sort of power she had, he rushed over to her.]
Elaine... What happened?
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on 2011-06-07 03:46 am (UTC)[She pulled warily at her hair, tucking it behind her ear, standing straighter.] How do we do this?
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on 2011-06-07 04:27 am (UTC)As long as we attack and not hold back, it should be fine.
[Or considered passable as a fight by Wonderland's standards.]
... Attack me first. We'll go from there.
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on 2011-06-07 02:02 am (UTC)I don't want to fight you.
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on 2011-06-07 03:58 am (UTC)getting sticky and gross. Moving softly, he bends and slides it under her door.And then, as quietly as he can, he takes of running, because the is no way this goes over well with her.]
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on 2011-06-07 04:05 am (UTC)[She's too tired for a moment for it to register properly. But when it does, she rushes to the door, ignoring her aches, sweeps up the candy and forces herself to concentrate on the trail that her visitor left behind, an old trick she knew from childhood.]
[She rushes down the hall, and too bad for you, Jack, she has wings.] Hey!
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on 2011-06-07 04:24 am (UTC)He has the marks of his own fights: a slight limp, a swelling above one eyebrow, a split lip, and more bruises that aren't visible. But he's still standing, only a little winded.]
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on 2011-06-08 02:22 am (UTC)Looks like a piece of candy.
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