soulping | [Lucciola's Heart]

[it doesn't look like the body is in coordination with the voice, or if the voice is even coming from the body, (the lips aren't moving) but it doesn't seem too bothered with that]

Of course not! I would have thought you had it figured out by now, but it took your little helpers to notice something was off. I suppose you don't know your precious servant as well as you hoped you do. He doesn't even tell you the important things! Trying to spare you... hah! How, ah... what should we call it? Selfless? I think I prefer foolish.

Ah, well. No matter. I cannot have you interrupt me as rudely again. This is as far as you will get.

[Castling pulls his guild dagger. uh-oh]

[ He grits his teeth, jaw clenching. He knows those words are there to hurt him, to weaken him and to throw him off. They're not true, but they're still biting, and he's doing his best to ignore them in favor of watching Castling closely when he moves.

He makes no move himself, though, simply standing his ground. ]

I'm not being stopped here.

No? The way you're not making any moves could say otherwise. Are you really this passive, Lord Dio? What's wrong? Aren't you going to defend yourself?

[suddenly, he's charging, and there's really no way to stop him other than either taking a hit yourself or you hurting him by parring or otherwise]

[ The second he sees him snap into a charge, he flicks his wrist and out lances the sword he's been keeping compact in a hand at his side. And just as he moves to land his attack, Rook quickly attempts to sidestep as he brings his own sword up to try and deflect the dagger. ]

[well, at least you're evenly matched. the precaution of removing Castling's skill shards was a good choice. it didn't actually remove his skills entirely, but they're much more muted.

you manage to deflect the dagger, but can you deflect him trying kick out against your legs?]

Edited 2014-06-16 02:31 (UTC)

[ Nope. Not this time.

One of his legs get hit, and he half buckles from the impact. But the leg that didn't get hit catches his weight, and he uses it to spring himself forward and just slam himself into Castling's torso and try to completely knock him off of his feet while he's close enough. ]

[as you do that, he slashes with his dagger towards any part of your left side to try and get a hit in, though it probably ends up very shallow because of the lack of momentum.

Castling goes tumbling backwards and skidding some ways on his back, coughing violently and spitting blood. it's... almost as if something is jarring against his insides and drawing red]

Ah ah ah~ You wouldn't want to be too reckless with his poor body. It might break before you know it.

[ That nicks him in the upper arm. So he's able to get back up to his feet just as Castling falls back.

There's a flash of worry in his eyes when he sees him have such a violent reaction. But what that voice says... ]

Don't-- underestimate his strength. Lucciola's stronger than that!

Aw, your faith is almost endearing~ Perhaps you should remember he's not exactly at his best right now.

[he gets to his feet again, rubbing a sleep over his mouth and instantly charges for you again, this time bringing his dagger down low and trying to stab]

Edited 2014-06-16 03:15 (UTC)

[ Twisting his body at the approach, swinging his sword back and carefully trying not to stab him outright, but rather graze that daggered arm enough to get him to drop it or something. ]

[you manage to knock it out of his hand, and it goes skidding beneath a few bushes.

he backs down, but... something seems off besides Castling being generally sick. when you slammed into him earlier, you jarred the splinter, and he's not standing up entirely straight, a hand on his stomach, while he carefully moves closer to those bushes to get his dagger back]

[ Depending on how slow he's moving, he might make it to his dagger in time as Rook moves to go after him to try and knock it further out of reach-- though he knows he didn't stab Castling in the stomach, and he knows he didn't have any injuries there earlier ... so he might actually have time to grab his weapon in the short moment Rook takes note of that. ]

[he's not terribly slow, no, so he grabs his weapon just before you manage to kick it away, and steps back before you decide do anything else in retaliation]

Is it getting worse--?

[ When Castling steps back, Rook takes the opportunity to fall into a more comfortable stance to better move either toward or away from him, while he tries to get a good look at his stomach. ]

[if you didn't give him a shirt after you treated his wounds, you'll probably be able to see that he looks sore around his stomach area. the skin is red, almost as if burned. Castling attempts to catch his breath, keeping his eyes on you warily. he looks like he's hesitating, but he also doesn't look like he's all there. the voice speaks up again, this time with an irritated edge]

Tch. What are you waiting for? Kill him.

[...it's hard to determine whether the voice is talking to you or to Castling]

Edited 2014-06-16 17:22 (UTC)

Nobody's going to follow that order--!

[ He snaps at the voice-- and there's that familiar tinge of 'shouldn't have done that' that's been in his memories before. But it's not as strong.

And then, more to himself and to Lucciola-- however he'd hear it in his heart: ] I promised I'd help you, so I'm not going to kill any part of you, no matter what it does to me like this...

Are you so sure of that, Lord~ Dio~?

[Castling shakes his head some, as if he's confused or trying to shake non-existent bangs out of his face. ...but then his eyes set into a narrow frown and he charges forward again, still silent, seemingly about to slash right ahead, but feinting below any sort of defense and moving his dagger out in an arch from below, aiming at your chest]

[ Braces himself and moves to defend, though he was also going to try and aim for the stomach because of a ~feeling~ ... and by aim for I mean gently aim for because while he wants to try and get a not-deep slash at it, he doesn't want to hurt him any more than he already is.

And since he was going to aim downward while Castling is moving up ... well, it's a good thing Rook took those shards, but as said, Rook himself only has his standard abilities back, and since that evens out a little bit, Castling still probably has shadows of better movements left over from his more advanced shards. And with the effects from those thorn pricks still present...

So Castling's aim is going to hit just a little higher than anticipating and this is gonna hurt. :') ]

Edited 2014-06-16 18:00 (UTC)

[yeah. yeah, it'll hurt, and Castling takes a step to the side to slash at you again, but then...his hand stops midair, and he stares at you, his eyes clearing momentarily.

the voice hisses, commanding]

Do it!

[Castling makes a face in pain as if something just shook him from inside, and if you have the leverage, you could maybe kick the dagger away from his hand right now]

[ He feels it hit just under his collarbone and tries to jerk away and to the side to avoid it. And he ... kind of does so in that the attack definitely won't be fatal, but since he was in the middle of dropping down while the attack came from below, it cuts up his neck at an angle, thankfully missing his throat as a result just missing hitting the bottom of his jaw.

So in that moment when Castling hesitates, he chokes back a cry from the pain searing through him as he lands on his back, mind screaming out not to stop because he can't falter now, he won't die in here, and going on the rush of adrenaline alone he sees the small opening he has and kicks a leg up from under him at the dagger, as hard as he can manage. ]

[Castling's eyes widen at the kick and how the dagger goes flying because that wasn't what he(?) planned. he watches it disappear far off into the array of bushes, this time impossible to find]

Useless... I have no need of you any longer. Die, and return what is mine.

[the voice makes a tch noice as it speaks, Castling's eyes glazes over and he chokes a little, falling to his knees. all his visible wounds are glaring red, and he cradles his palms against his stomach in pain]

[ Rook's eyes snap open at the word die, because no. No no no no no no no NO.

He moves to scramble back up now that Castling's disarmed. ]

NO--!!

[ Is this gonna be an alien stomach birth please no but he's panicking a little inside because he doesn't know what to do or how to help it if nothing is showing itself. ]

[the splinter may be an infecting piece of alien... entity, but rather than bursting out anywhere, Castling is choking and coughing violently as if something is stuck in his throat or chest, all the while a dark mist is seeping off his form and forming above him, seemingly waiting for something]

Lucciola--

[ He doesn't even give a fuck about the fighting or the fact that his whole neck and upper chest probably looks like a bloody disaster, he is going to him. ]

[the dark mist is probably familiar as the figure you were chasing through the guild. but it's non-tangible like this, though the shape should also be too familiar to you. it's towering over you both, obscuring some of the light from the room]

He is a servant, and he failed. He is therefore disposable. Why are you so concerned, Dio?

Edited 2014-06-16 19:01 (UTC)

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