Across Town, All Day Friday

[lockestheway]

The trees directly surrounding the camp grounds had started to crumble. There was little left of the cabins themselves, large patches worn away by animals and humans alike. Silence had descended on this patch of land; the only movement was the unreal swaying of what remained of the grass, the ripples that formed in the puddle at the center, only where the light touched it.

And still the blasted heath expanded. It had engulfed the forest now, twisting every tree into that darkened shadow of itself, and fanning out towards the grasses in the park. Now it infringed upon the roads of Fandom, along the edges - a wrong step could send a patch of stone crumbling into dust. Here and there, even walls were affected - turning grey, though not brittle.

There was no more birdsong to be heard anywhere on the island. Just creaking, like mangled crows, and mindless screams for sustenance.

[[ mod your monsters, or request an NPC here. ]]

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[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

"You got a problem with females, or just an ass in general?" she asked idly. "'Cause taking a walk is the last thing little gray boys ought to be doing, unless it's to the healer."

[dollpocalypse]

Both. He had a problem with girls and he was an ass in general.

"Thanks for the advice," he said dryly, then leaned forward to try to pat Surreal on the shoulder. "But if you don't mind, I'd kind of rather go kill some deer. Later!"

And then he moved to walk away.

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

The moment he made to pat her shoulder, her hand snapped up to twist his wrist back, painfully. "Don't touch me," she said, utterly calm. "Never touch me, sugar. Not if you want to live."

[dollpocalypse]

Whoa. That kind of thing would normally leave him screaming and crying uncle, but now?

"Oh, yeah?" he snarled, trying to simultaneously untwist his wrist and shove her backward with surprising force. "And you're, what, gonna kill me?"

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

Surreal's Green shield snapped up instinctively, defense to meet force.

Her smile wasn't very friendly, either. "You wouldn't be the first," she purred, calling in another knife to her other hand and moving to press the flat of the blade against his ribs in a silent promise. "You wouldn't even be in the first hundred."

"You really wanna start this dance, sugar?"

[dollpocalypse]

"Uh," Topher began, then kicked out to get some distance from her and assumed a ridiculously dramatic fight posture, feet shoulder-width apart with his fists up in front of him. "Yeah."

Hey, his posture might not be right, but he had all the brute force of a grey monster.

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

She couldn't help it; Surreal laughed, her voice high and clear. "Sugar, you couldn't beat up a kitten like that."

[dollpocalypse]

That just fueled his rage. "Oh, yeah?" Topher snarled, and he threw a powerful punch aimed right for her face.

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

Surreal ducked under it smoothly, moving to the side to snap a hard kick at his knees. She'd probably - unfortunately - get in trouble if she killed the bastard. Even if he was actually asking for it.

"I take that back," she said, still laughing. "Perhaps you're the kitten; you're certainly shaggy and ackward enough to be one."

[dollpocalypse]

...He was very shaggy and awkward.

Topher scrambled out of the way of her kick, though that required far more movement than it would have for someone who was actually, you know, graceful. Then he let loose an actual growl, and reached over to try to pull her hair.

Topher... pretty much knew how to catfight.

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

That she had not been expecting.

"A female kitten," she snarled, wincing at the pain. "You fight like a child."

She turned in towards him, stabbing a knife towards his elbow. Let's see you hold her hair now, boy.

[dollpocalypse]

The knife made contact, and suddenly his elbow was bleeding. On instinct, he leaned over to the nearest anything to try to wipe it off with, which -- entirely accidentally -- resulted in him jabbing his elbow toward Surreal's nose.

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

"UGH. Your blood stinks like a three-day-dead pile of shit," she snarled, striking out with the blade again to try and sever the arm this time.

Some healer would help him recover. Eventually. But Surreal didn't want tainted blood anywhere near her nose or mouth.

[[been abducted by rl, will ping as able]]

[dollpocalypse]

And Topher was... not fast enough to pull back in time to avoid being cut, but he was able to stumble backwards before Surreal could achieve her goal of severing his arm altogether.

"Okay," he growled. "You asked for it."

And he dove forward with the intention of tackling her to the ground. The time for being afraid of girl-cooties was past -- now he was pissed.

[[No prob, take your time!]]

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

If someone ever told Surreal that there was a male at school that was past puberty and still thought girls had cooties, she would laugh herself sick.

She was still trying to keep the blood from her face, so Surreal wasn't as fast as she usually was. Topher clipped her on the side and down she went, but brought up her knees to hopefully crack him in the rips and toss him over her.

[dollpocalypse]

And sure enough, those were his ribs cracking as her knees made impact with them. Before he knew it, Topher was airborne, thrown into the air until he landed hard on the ground beside her.

He growled, spitting and hissing, and got to his feet surprisingly quickly, then knelt down and tried to pummel Surreal in the face.

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

Well now, what kitten-boy lacked in any sort of sense, he made up for with brute force, now didn't he?

His fists made contact twice before she was rolling away, coming to her knees to flick a throwing knife from her wrist-sheathe right at his eyes.

[dollpocalypse]

"Aaaagh!"

And that was the squelching sound of a blade puncturing an eye. Momentarily blinded in one eye, Topher threw up a hand to the wound and lumbered forward, getting more grey-monster and less human by the second.

"Bitch!" he yelled.

Right. That was a bit of both, to be honest.

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

"You say that like it's a bad thing," Surreal taunted, throwing two more and dancing to the side. "I've been called worse, sugar."

[dollpocalypse]

Finally, the pelted knives got to be too much for him to stand any chance of dodging, and with an agonized howl, Topher tore off further into the preserve. Maybe some of the deer would be less hostile.