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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[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.