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[He’s been here too long. He knows that, to some extent. Staying in a single base for too long is liable to attract attention to his ever-growing band of revolutionaries and anarchists. But he’s been feeling sort of tapped for creative energy for awhile now and that’s depressing. As much fun as the little disruptions can be, they are nothing compared to the high of a proper crime. And he hasn’t had one of those in… lord, a perigee now at least]
[So yes. He’s been here too long after they co-opted a rather large, if run down hive stem on the edge of this city’s lowblood slums, but he just… doesn’t… care… This evening, like a number of evenings before this, he finds himself lying on the floor of the penthouse block that he took for himself when they first arrived, staring blindly at the ceiling, trying to find the will to cause some proper trouble for someone… BLUH]
[So yes. He’s been here too long after they co-opted a rather large, if run down hive stem on the edge of this city’s lowblood slums, but he just… doesn’t… care… This evening, like a number of evenings before this, he finds himself lying on the floor of the penthouse block that he took for himself when they first arrived, staring blindly at the ceiling, trying to find the will to cause some proper trouble for someone… BLUH]
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bat troll.
As soon as Baron's stumbling back Overseer is leaping into the room and landing in a crouch. For all of like half a second because in the next he's running forward and guess who had flat, padded soles to keep his steps muffled now? BAT TROLL THAT'S WHO--so there'll be almost no noise as he runs up and jabs the heel of one palm into the crook of Baron's elbow, trying to knock the knife from his grip.
Right after that though success or not, he's ducking and sweeping a leg towards baron's to take them out from under him ]
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He's jabbing a knee into your gills mister 8| ]
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If Baron flinches enough he's going to try and get a leg between them to try kicking Baron off ]
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[Cause yeah he's still got no idea who this is!! Which means after he pauses a little longer to wheeze as well, he'll just crawl on over to wherever his attacker dropped... with every intention of grabbing him by the throat and... slamming his head back into the ground... a few times... for posterity... yep...]
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[But no there's just horrible pain in his gills now making it thoroughly impossible to concentrate. So he'll let go of his throat finally yayy?? Except he's raising that hand instead to punch him in the chest again. Even harder this time? Stop it you asshole]
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[Instead he just sorta... snarls after him, fin flaring, opening his eye finally and staring at him. Or... staring in the direction of the sound he's making anyway. It's still probably pretty obvious he can't see with how blown out his pupil still is, turning his usual purple eye into a big ol' black hole instead. Come back here dear attacker let him finish you off so he can see your dead face when his eye finally stops freaking out]
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This isn't going the way he'd hoped )8 jeegus he's tough.
....Oh fuck the knife, where'd that go???? ]
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[If it's any consolation though, he doesn't look like he's at a hundred percent anymore? Yeah he's definitely tough, but he's got a steadily growing migraine that's making him want to rip his own face off and his gills have been thoroughly fucked up. He feels like shit and it's making him want to end this as soon as possible... :X But! He won't make the first move here. Too busy catching his breath and waiting for the random blooms of color in his vision to resolve into something]
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[At least those quiet little footsteps are something to listen to, though he doesn't actually make a move until they stop. Because that means their owner has probably stopped. Which means he can low tackle the place they last were coming from and hit something, right? That's the plan anyway. Fuck fighting blind tbh]
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[As it is, he'll just be crawling up his body, keeping at least one hand on him at all times before he can finally reach up and close his hand in a vice grip around his throat]
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[And that close, he recognizes... the smell of him as something familiar and... doesn't let go of his throat, but at least he doesn't give in to the ever worsening impulse to just rip his throat out? Instead he's just kinda... breathing against his face LKSJDKLFJSDF]
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*blind wow A+ self
lkjsd holds close
;3;
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