towerofanimus | [open; backdated to wednesday]

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[open; backdated to wednesday]

Characters: Tavros and

towerofanimus!
Setting: Nighttime, wandering the tower in various places, stairwells.
Format: Starting with action, but I can match!
Summary: Tavros doesn't want to stay cooped up in his room, but it's probably a stupid idea to leave at the same time.
Warnings: There will be death!

[Tavros had been taking the chance, honestly, when he had decided to start wandering around the darkened corridors that made up the tower at the moment. He couldn't stay in his room, though, even if there was some light in there. Being cooped up in there wasn't something he could do, even if he had his Fiduspawn cards with him and that would've been enough to entertain him for a short while, at least.

So! There's a young troll boy that's cautiously walking through the halls. He might be trying to find the source of everything, too, but with no success. He keeps hearing the voices of his friends, but he's so sure they aren't there-- at least, he thinks. One of them could've arrived and he hadn't seen them yet because everyone was so preoccupied with the issues they were facing now.

Either way, there is a thirteen-year-old troll boy cautiously moving through the hallways and up and down the stairwells-- anyone want to talk to him? He's trying to be brave, even if he thinks it's fake bravery. ]

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Fake is fake, Tavros. There's no such thing as 'sort of fake'. Either you're confident or you're not, but we both obviously know the answer to that.

[She rolls her dice between her fingers, cocking her head to the side as she looks between Tavros and those shadows that are definitely moving now.]

What are you going to do if you run into trouble? Scream and hope one of your humans comes running?

[He frowns-- Vriska seriously was the last troll he wanted to deal with at this point in time.]

Err, run, I guess, since I'm not, trying to fight them.

You're going to abscond again? Haven't you learned anything??

[There's a bitterness there in her words, and her feet slide into an offense stance. Whether she's planning to go after him or anything that may jump out, well- that's a mystery, isn't it?]

You're so pathetic it's embarrassing.

Sometimes, there are things that, you have to abscond from, even if, you don't think so.

[At her shift in position, he shifts a bit too. A bit more defensive than what he was initially. He doesn't want to fight if he can help it.]

You abscond from everything! There's a difference between running away when you're outclassed and running because you're wriggler.

[Frowning at him. This is frustrating. This isn't what she should be doing. Isn't what she wants to be doing.]

So are you gonna abscond now? Is that your next move?

[Taking a step toward him.]

It depends, on what you are going to do, to be honest. [If she's going to attack him, he'll abscond. He's not interested in starting anything with Vriska. He'll take an unconcious step back, although--

he will notice something behind Vriska. It's like something is getting nearer, no matter what, and his eyes are no longer focused on Vriska.]

Edited 2011-08-13 00:13 (UTC)

[She notices his gaze shifting away from her, and at first it annoys her because why isn't he paying attention to her. But then she feels it, something behind her moving and advancing. Tensely, she glances over her shoulder.]

Better run awaaaaaaaay, Tavros! You're totally outmatched here.

[He can already feel the energy starting to leave him as the phantom approaches.]

It might be, a good idea if you left too. [Just as a suggestion, of course-- he's still too uneasy and upset with Vriska to be looking out for her wellbeing. She's god tier anyway.]

No way! I don't run away from a fight.

[But wow she feels a little heavier now, but she tries to shake it off. It's nothing, nothing at all. There's another phantom though, and she turns her attention to it instead.

If Tavros runs, she'll just deal with both of them. She's not afraid. Really.]

[He's not running yet, even if he keeps feeling a little heavier with each passing second. He wants to try to be brave, to prove to Vriska that he can be brave.]

Sometimes, it's not a bad thing to do that.

Then why aren't you running? Seems like it'd be a good thing for a pathetic grub like you to do about now!

[Ugh, these phantoms are moving too slowly. She's tired of waiting, so she advances on one of them and that heaviness blossoms. But it's probably nothing. She'll just gank its luck and this will be easy.]

Because, I am trying to prove to you, that I can stand up for myself. Sort of.

[Tavros doesn't move closer. He's not like you, Vriska.]

We both know you can't. Stop trying and go hide in your respite block or whatever you do.

[Whatever, she's going after the phantom, until suddenly she can't feel her power and she's backing up. Well. That.... Wasn't supposed to happen.]

[At that, Tavros backs up too.

If Vriska is doing it, then it can't be good. It's just a step, though, and nothing more than that. He doesn't give Vriska an answer, either.]

[Vriska's backing up again as the phantom comes into her sight because shit is that her lusus???

She's huge and menacing and Vriska still doesn't want to get eaten by this thing.]

[He frowns, but from Vriska's reaction, he takes another step back.

And that wasn't really a good step to take.

With a gasp, he starts tumbling backwards, trying to grab onto something that will stop his fall, but not managing to grab onto anything.]

[She turns at the sound because what the hell was that-]

What is it with you and stairs, Nitram? It was funny the first time, but now it's just getting old!

[She glances back at the phantom briefly before she heads down the stairs to go find the idiot who can't seem to use them properly.]

[There are smudges of brownish orange blood everywhere, from the scrapes he had gotten as he had fallen. He couldn't make himself move his robolegs either, and it looked like some things had come loose on them.

Either way, he couldn't move.

He hated falling like this.]

[It takes her a little longer to get down the stairs since she isn't tumbling down them and she's not really hurrying. He's on his own until she gets there.]

[And the phantoms just keep following her as they go.

By the time Vriska gets there, he's trying to move but can't.]

This is becoming a preeeeeeeetty common position for you.

[Looming over him. She can either leave him there and go after a phantom or she can attempt to help him.

It's a tough decision.]

[He groans in pain, but when he realizes Vriska is there?

He's trying to move away from her, and at the same time, further away from the phantoms that are stalking after them.

That energy draining sure is awful, isn't it.]

Give it up, Pupa. You can't move around like that.

[She casually nudges him in the side with her foot. She's still not as worried as she should be about the whole situation. But she's confident she can handle these stupid phantoms. Even if that one that looks like her lusus is a little intimidating.]

I am still, uh, going to try...

[His voice is softer than it usually is at this point-- from both the pain and the energy loss and everything that came with these phantoms.]

Why try when it's useless for you?

[She's a little too focused on him, and doesn't notice the phantom closing in until a long leg sweeps into her, slamming her into the wall.]

Shit!

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