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demiurgos_girlFine. 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 2011-06-11 03:26 pm (UTC)[She leans forward a bit to get into his view even though he's looking down.] I'm tired, but it's okay, Jack. [Puts a hand on his shoulder.] Hey.
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on 2011-06-12 02:47 am (UTC)[He looks up, smiles a little.]
There are a lot of people here who aren't fighters. And we can only save one.
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on 2011-06-13 03:43 am (UTC)[Fingersnap. Here come the plasmids. He starts out with Electrobolt, his go-to for stunning rather than killing.]
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on 2011-06-13 01:19 pm (UTC)[Part of a wall between them bursts outward, throwing debris and cement in the way of the bolt. It doesn't stop all of it though, and now Elaine can add electrocuted to her growing list of injuries. She lets out a yelp at the jolt, for a moment finding herself unable to move, but hoping she'd thrown enough rubble Jack's way to delay him.]
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on 2011-06-17 02:54 am (UTC)There. She's winded; that helps him hear her. But she's around a blind corner, and she could throw anything at him.
When he finally ducks inside with a fist full of ice spikes, he has his shoulders hunched and his arms up, to protect his face from the worst of whatever debris comes his way this time.]
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on 2011-06-20 02:32 am (UTC)[She falls to her knees, still panicking, the weight of her arm pulling it down against the floor.] Wait, I- [She clutches at the point of her arm that's not iced over. The arm is rapidly becoming numb, and she has no way to get rid of the ice.]
Okay, okay. You win.
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on 2011-06-20 02:46 am (UTC)Are you okay?
[He's a little winded himself, bleeding and bruised here and there, but nothing too serious. He snaps on Incinerate, keeping it carefully to a dim glow, and holds it over her frozen arm without touching her.]
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on 2011-06-20 04:07 am (UTC)[He delivers her to her room, and sets her directly on the bed.]
Get some rest. I'll check on you later.
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