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[crittersheep]

WHO: all
WHERE: all
WHEN: Day 9, evening into night

[the sun goes down; the two moons rise.

it all looks...quite different. the laundromat lengthens and transforms the silhouette of Woolietown in the distance. the lighthouse beacon comes to life for the first time, throwing strong, brilliant light and stark shadows across the meadow and into the barns. the lazy river encircles the pasture in a glittering band, the bobbing shapes of the pool toys a little bit eerie until they drift into full view.

perhaps some of you are winding down. perhaps some of you are just gearing up for a wild adventure in the shadows. perhaps some of you, regardless of if you sleep or stay up, find your dreams and nightmares crawling out beyond the bounds of your own head tonight, drawing others in...

the night is full of possibilities.]

Comments

[eonsadrift]

Yeah? Does that mean I'm right?

[stirtheblood]

[Vicious rises to his feet.]

Maybe so. I've spent pretty much every day of my life fightin', and I'm damn good at it.

[With a gesture of his hands, Vicious summons a pair of bladed guns from the air.]

And who knows, maybe I'm spoilin' for a fight right now.

[eonsadrift]

[ He laughs. ]

Haah... So have I, and I'd bet that's a lot longer than you. Try me!

[ A cyclone of wind starts up in his palm, and he seems more than ready to throw down. ]

[stirtheblood]

Heeeh...? You're secretly an old man, huh? Oh yeah, I think I see the wrinkles now.

[He definitely does not.

He does however raise his gun to aim and fire, a shot ringing out and a blast of energy(?) going right for his head.]

[eonsadrift]

[ That just makes him sneer, because he's painfully well aware of the fact that he'll never get wrinkles.

He tilts his head to the side to avoid the shot, but it clips the side of his cheek with a smear of blood. ]

I'm not sure you can see anything with how pitiful your aim is.

[ He flicks a blade of condensed wind right back at him, aiming for his exposed abdomen. ]

[stirtheblood]

[Vicious also dodges, twisting, with the wind clipping him slightly too. His wound closes nearly immediately, though, because Weeds are healed by insults.]

Ha! Maybe I'm just blinded by how ugly ya are.

[He turns into a flip, firing another few shots while he's upside-down.]

[eonsadrift]

[ Why are these weeds so good at HEALING whenever he fights them... ]

Nice try, but you'll have to do better than that.

[ A couple shots hit him in the side before he flies up into the air, and a cyclone of wind starts to kick up under Vicious' feet. ]

[stirtheblood]

[truly a mystery]

Ooh, you've got some tricks for such an old dog, anyway.

[Vicious fires one gun up towards Zenith and the other down at the cyclone, to see if the force of the shot breaks it up somewhat.]

[eonsadrift]

Are you that bothered that I'm older than you? How cute.

[ The next shot clips him too and he's starting to bleed quite a lot, but shooting the cyclone only seems to aggravate it. It erupts around him in a sudden burst of razor-like wind currents, but it won't last very long. ]