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tvklogs2012-04-29 06:33 pm
enjoymyatelier) wrote in tvklogs2012-04-29 06:33 pm
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[S] MAKE HIM PAY (CLOSED)
WHO: Kayneth (enjoymyatelier) and Diarmuid (croibhristeoir)
WHAT: Given that emotions and tensions are running high, it's time to have a showdown!
WHEN: Sunday evening
WHERE: Somewhere reasonably deserted
RATING: ...man, I don't know, there will be a serious beatdown I guess
There were quite a few people in Prospero who Kayneth had come to loathe since his arrival. It wouldn't be inaccurate to say that he'd been looking forward to exacting revenge on several people since the very day he'd arrived.
The problem, of course, was that Kayneth was very much a mage who had relied on magic for everything combat-related for his entire life, and the magic here... well. Its strength was based on how long you'd been fighting Shadows here, and practically everyone who he took issue with had been here far longer than he had and, more often than not, had more combat skills than just magic.
He had wanted to do things the honorable way. To wait until he was on par with the people who he wanted to repay with interest and could challenge them with any hope of winning. Very recently, though, his patience had worn thin, until it had finally broken.
So, to hell with all that. He was going to take care of things now, honor be damned. He had bought himself a revolver despite his previous apprehensions about using conventional weaponry of any kind that wasn't at least somewhat appropriate for a magus, and was now tracking down the man who he had Harlan Ellison levels of hate for at the moment.
...really, there would be no points awarded for guessing who that was. Given that Kayneth was nowhere near self aware enough to suspect that his problems might lay in the fact that he was a selfish dickhole, he had pinned the majority of the blame on one man: Lancer.
...honestly, this was the worst idea, but was anyone on Prospero thinking straight at the moment?
enjoymyatelier) and Diarmuid (croibhristeoir)WHAT: Given that emotions and tensions are running high, it's time to have a showdown!
WHEN: Sunday evening
WHERE: Somewhere reasonably deserted
RATING: ...man, I don't know, there will be a serious beatdown I guess
There were quite a few people in Prospero who Kayneth had come to loathe since his arrival. It wouldn't be inaccurate to say that he'd been looking forward to exacting revenge on several people since the very day he'd arrived.
The problem, of course, was that Kayneth was very much a mage who had relied on magic for everything combat-related for his entire life, and the magic here... well. Its strength was based on how long you'd been fighting Shadows here, and practically everyone who he took issue with had been here far longer than he had and, more often than not, had more combat skills than just magic.
He had wanted to do things the honorable way. To wait until he was on par with the people who he wanted to repay with interest and could challenge them with any hope of winning. Very recently, though, his patience had worn thin, until it had finally broken.
So, to hell with all that. He was going to take care of things now, honor be damned. He had bought himself a revolver despite his previous apprehensions about using conventional weaponry of any kind that wasn't at least somewhat appropriate for a magus, and was now tracking down the man who he had Harlan Ellison levels of hate for at the moment.
...really, there would be no points awarded for guessing who that was. Given that Kayneth was nowhere near self aware enough to suspect that his problems might lay in the fact that he was a selfish dickhole, he had pinned the majority of the blame on one man: Lancer.
...honestly, this was the worst idea, but was anyone on Prospero thinking straight at the moment?
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Mages had to be used to pain, given that casting a powerful enough spell could leave you in complete agony. However, there was a difference between willingly inflicting pain on yourself and having your wrist snapped. He didn't cry out, although a pained noise managed to escape his gritted teeth.
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But he was still the one who attacked first. Best to eliminate the threat as efficiently as possible--hm, no, maybe he wouldn't eliminate him. Breaking a few things was enough. With that Diarmuid wrapped his other hand around Kayneth's arm as well.
"Almost."
With a disturbingly calm look, the former Servant tightened his grip on Kayneth's arm and threw the lightweight in the direction of the nearest wall.
"Are we done here? I strongly suggest you not humiliate yourself further."
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He couldn't move. It was difficult to do anything except slump to the ground, and it was difficult to push himself up given the angle he'd landed at.
Was there really nothing he could do? He couldn't just let this go. He couldn't...
...well, all he could do was just glare and seethe, really.
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Diarmuid extended a hand in silent offer to help him stand--it was probably too kind of him, but he did it anyway.
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"I don't... need your help."
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Diarmuid shrugged, turning his back on Kayneth with a surprisingly cold remark of:
"I'm sure Waver would have been."
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Kayneth had tried to keep up some semblance of composure for most of this... thing, but with that he'd finally reached his breaking point.
"I don't really give a damn whether I killed you or not, you bastard!"
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Look at all these fucks he just does not give.
"You know, I've had a great deal of time to think since I came here. And the fact that you killed me...hm, it really doesn't bother me so much anymore. It was as much Kiritsugu's fault as it was yours, so blaming one of you over the other would be unfair. After a great deal of thought I have come to the realization this now has little to do with who killed me."
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"You treated me like your puppet. Worse still, you called me a womanizer, you worthless and pathetic excuse for an insect. That is what I can not stand. That is something you and only you are responsible for. And that is why I hate you."
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Right now, though, he was too angry about everything.
"I'm sure I won't regret that, either."
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Forget composure. He was pissed right off and there was a punch going right for Kayneth's face.
"Do you care about anything but yourself?!"
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Lancer wanted to punch Kayneth again, kick him until he started hearing something break, and just flat-out hurt him for all that he'd withstood in the Holy Grail War as well as here. It would have been so easy to just snap his neck--no, no. He had to control himself, otherwise he would be as violent and rage-filled as his Shadow.
Deep breaths. It wouldn't be honorable to kill him at all, never mind like this. But Diarmuid just hated him so much and was so angry...he couldn't stand it.
Maybe it was wrong. Maybe he'd regret it later.
But right now, he punctuated the argument with a kick to his former Master's midsection that would damn well hurt later, before turning and walking away. Not his problem. Not anymore.