Pride Dev. #04

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[00:41] The force of the punch was felt by the undead sirenian, but no immediate action was made. Her damaged amygdala made it more difficult to process pain while being undead made her less sensitive to it. Ann's head cranked upward and glared into Camerons eyes, holding a stare for about ten seconds before she turned to Lord Ultovex.

Master, he's being inconvenient. How many limbs am I permitted to break?"

In preparation, the sirenian would reach for her staff. Waiting her Master's permission before proceeding any further.
(Ann Ultovex)
[00:41] Loretta Rosenkreuz says, "... breaking limbs constitutes as maiming."
[00:41] Sors Ultovex says, "Any. Jus' make sur' they'll heal after."
[00:42] Sors Ultovex says, "Artaghh."
[00:42] Valyria hums slightly as she sets her sight into the brawl that was about to happen! She doesn't really move from her spot on top of Loretta's head, but her magic flashes as she hums and flutters her butterfly-like wings. Swirling, rainbow colored eyes seemed to brighten up slightly as she worked her magic- which didn't seem to have much of her focus, with strands of seven colors flying by and off of her in pulses.

Flashes of holy magic could be seen- they were all dedicated to protecting the child from harm, healing his wounds, perhaps an attempt at making him endure and not be as much injured. None of the fairy's magic was directed at Ann, however- the fairy wasn't about to attack anyone. She just wanted to help.
(Valyria)
[01:12] Pathetic.

Somebody as weak as him should show nothing but respect. Ann thought he would've learned his lesson since his tongue was removed. He continued to be inconvenient. She would've eliminated him and gave his body to Lord Ultovex. It would be convenient, whether it was used as an ingredient, for expermentation or revival. Anything would've been better than what he was now.

As soon as Cameron approached, the sirenian would accelerate the blunt-ended staff into his ribs, sending him flying through the air until he eventually landed on his back. In an instant, his arms and legs would be shackled by bindings made of bone chilling ice.

Ann would slowly approach him, stomping her foot onto his chest, forcing the air out of his lungs as she stared at him once more.
(Ann Ultovex)
[01:14] Another day in Dawn, another bone broken. Cameron was getting all too used to this by now. What was that thing Klaus told him? The words seemed to resonate inside of his head as he felt his brain being trashed around inside his skull.

I think that because you're wasting your time on someone who, objectively, has no power. There have been insignificant things that have started forest fires, though.

Yeah, that was it. He started to snicker, which sounded strange absent a tongue. Anything the woman felt like she had to dish out to him was something he had had the pleasure of experiencing.

The sound of his bone snapping echoed through the streets, momentarily disrupting any conversation.

He didn't release any screams of agony, though. He wasn't going to give her that luxury. Instead, a goblin-like smile tugged at his lips as he bit his own thumb open.

Stripped of his pen, it was his only way to communicate. He limped over to the area in front of the fountains, spelling out in all caps in very crude lettering:

Sorry, tuna breath. You didn't earn my respect. Better luck next time. Now fuck off to your master or something.
(Cameron Lawrence)
[01:20] Ann wipes the blood off of her face and stomps on his already broken arm.
(Ann Ultovex)
[01:23] Cam's eyes widen. He begins to grip on a nearby pebble in an effort to dull his pain, a strange, forced laugh emerging from his tongue less mouth.

Some more letters emerge in the cobblestone, blood staining the stone.

Get your rocks off yet? Or are your lady parts still all dead and cold?
(Cameron Lawrence)
[01:24] Ann sends her foot right into Cameron's side, clearing the path to her favourite standing spot.
(Ann Ultovex)
[01:30] Niklaus brings his hands up, grabbing at Cameron before he could scrawl himself a new one.

"...No."

It's grunted outwards as he grits his teeth.

"Enough. Okay? Let's go elsewhere."
(Niklaus Rowan)
[01:36] Cameron glares daggers at Klaus. He shrugs him off, swiftly turning around. He begins to write on the ground for his companion to see. He looked genuinely pissed for the first time, well--ever.

As far s Klaus had been aware of anyways.

His attempted to silence him was one of only insults he had ever taken to heart.

Fuck off, Klaus.

He underlines the next part. His skin was getting a bit pale, since he kept writing with his blood.

I own my shit, you can go play in the bushes with squinty. You don't get to act like you give a shit while you sat and watched like everyone else, dumbass.

Looking up at Klaus, Cameron's nose scrunched in tandem with his furrowed brows. One final statement was issued.

Not about to let some undead fodder act like she has any power of me, idiot.
(Cameron Lawrence)
[01:39] Jhin folds his arms along his chest, only to subtly look over Niklaus' shoulder with a frown. He'd make his way forward to a degree, only to extend his hand outward. A gentle glow of golden illumination traces along his palm, aiming to slowly envelop the areas in which Cameron had been wounded. It wouldn't heal any of the injuries much, but it'd at least numb the pain.

This guy was very angry, wasn't he?
(Jhin Wvelven)
[01:40] A sigh leaves his lips and he shift, soon coming over to crouch in his general area. Feet grind a bit against where he's writing in blood and he shakes his head.

"Enough." He states it, plainly and clearly now. "You're pushing a point that doesn't need to be pushed and you're draining yourself of blood doing it." He hisses the words out, shoulders shaking a tad bit.

"What do you expect me to do other than watch when you're 'owning your shit'?"

There it was again, that sensation of agitation that tickled in the back of his mind.

It didn't feel great.

"I'm not your enemy, you idiot."
(Niklaus Rowan)
[01:46] Cameron knew he didn't have many words left to spare. The little shit almost looked sickly, wobbling a bit as he stared at Klaus. At first he looked angry, but then he summoned something akin to a smile.

He even offered Jhin a prompt nod of the head.

Niklaus was reasonable, level-headed, and well-educated.

The mute, on the other hand, was far from any of those things.

He could take a beating. Hell, that was the only thing he was good at. But he wasn't going to let anyone tell him what he was allowed to do.

A big fat, middle finger is directed towards the undead fishwoman and her master.

Shortly after, and understandably so, the thug collapses. His body could only deal with the shock of being pulverized and losing a consistent amount of blood for a certain period of time before partially shutting down.
(Cameron Lawrence)
[01:52] Oh, no.

His arms moved forward in a way that would wrap around the other boy, squeezing onto him. The obscene gesture was something he'd at least partially make an attempt at drowning out. He was passing out anyways.

The Drakan would grit his teeth, holding onto the other teenage as he moved himself upwards to a stand. It isn't long after that he aims to use that stupid, beast-like strength in his body to pick the other up.

The sound of bandages was gone from beneath of his clothing, Jhin could note. It seemed that somewhere along the lines, he had ditched them.

"Enough's enough." He murmurs outwards as he stands there, pain gracing the dour features of the boy as the scales on his skin writhed and squirmed like some kind of infection looking to continue it's spread.

Twisting without much care to what anyone else would have to say about it, he would aim to head down to the South. He was not happy in the slightest.
(Niklaus Rowan)
[01:54] As much as Jhin would have loved to ask questions, he could only side-glance at the duo with slightly raised eyebrows. Niklaus' friend certainly was struggling to acclimate in regards to interacting with others, if his spree of being beaten to a pulp was any indication. He's lost his tongue at a disturbingly young age, and now he was making enemies left and right. The Wvelven found great difficulty in understanding his motives, but Niklaus appeared to believe in his friend. Aiming to help support the passed out Cameron, he grunts lightly as he aims to take a portion of the weight.

The bandages, or lack thereof are taken note of, but he'd talk about that later. "You guys love passing out, huh?" He grumbles.
(Jhin Wvelven)