First Clash

[mindtheboulder.livejournal.com]

[Felix's immediate reaction to the plane is fear, which he disguises by drawing his second-hand sword and putting on a mask of irritation.] What is this? Sol Sanctum? That is not possible.

[Rising tension] Unless--Wise One? Where are you? Is this your doing? Saturos! Menardi! Your threats I will bear without complaint, but this mockery is too much. Saturos! Alex? I swear to you, Alex, if you're playing games with me you will regret it!

…Jenna? [And, with an edge of desperation that can't really be labeled anything else,] Jenna!

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[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

[She considers them both for a moment.]

I'm gonna say it again. We're all in the same boat here, and you both are gonna just have to live with each other, got it? Cause I doubt the Twins are makin' either of you leave here anytime soon. So you'd both better not make me come separate you again. Heck, the mothering thing is s'posed to be Katara's job.

[She raises her hands and makes an outward, downward motion with them, and the rock enveloping the boys sinks back into the ground. Toph curls her toes a little against the ground in case she needs to catch them both again.]

[mindtheboulder.livejournal.com]

[He straightens his cloak and steps away, glaring just as viciously as he can.] If you're going to lecture anyone, girl, it should be him. Provocation, assumptive generalizations, uninformed needling. Congratulations, travel has changed none of the self-satisfied ignorance instilled by a life in Vale.

[No, Isaac, he's not jealous of you. Never ever.]

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

At least I'm not holding my own sister hostage!

[mindtheboulder.livejournal.com]

[FISTS.] She's alive. I satisfy myself with that.

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

Okay, don't ever call me "girl" again. The name's Toph, and you'd better remember it, hear me? [She jabs a finger at him, though she's still staring at the ground between them.] And that's a pretty lame excuse. Ever hear of a fates worse than death?

[mindtheboulder.livejournal.com]

[Oh, has he ever.]

I can see why Isaac likes you.

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

[Pffft.] W-what? What's that supposed to mean?

[mindtheboulder.livejournal.com]

[Smirk. And the chink has been found.] Is something wrong? There's certainly a fondness between you two, or he wouldn't be so quick to keep the nefarious hostage-taker away.

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

I can handle myself. Isaac knows I can handle myself.

[mindtheboulder.livejournal.com]

I'm sure. Why, then, did he try to draw you away so quickly? Ah, I know. Perhaps he didn't want something precious to be tainted by camaraderie with something he despises. [There's a quiet not-quite-smugness to him now, combined with the tension of someone expecting an attack.] But I would be careful of how deeply his protective streak runs, were I you. Particularly if you consider yourself a warrior.

He might try to keep you safe. He's a spectacular failure in that regard. Might get you killed--or, worse [yes, there's a layer of sarcasm on the word] kidnapped.

Isaac is quite experienced with the law of unintended consequences. Particularly consequences such as those.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[Son of a BITCH Have a Quake Spire up your ass, Felix]

[mindtheboulder.livejournal.com]

[AND ISAAC HAS MADE HIM BLEED FOR THE SECOND TIME IN ONE POST. He's thrown a fair distance, this time just riddled with tiny cuts--and a few broken bones/internal injuries.]

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[Utterly without guilt this time since FELIX KIND OF ASKED FOR IT.]

Take that back!

[mindtheboulder.livejournal.com]

[Coughing and sort-of-but-not-really laughing around the dribble of blood from his mouth.] How strong the mighty hero has become. You're still not match for them, and this proves it.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Just wait. I'll stop you all!

[mindtheboulder.livejournal.com]

You'll have to do better than that to stop them. [He rolls onto his hands and knees, and then just sort of collapses.]

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[Softening a bit. He didn't MEAN to hit that hard. But isn't going to heal him.] You have no idea what I can do.