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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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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.