--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Jezebel Tzasun: She paced back and forth, never stopping, not even with Trigger attacked her foot. "Oh dear...Oh dear..." Trigger seemed to catch on to how she was feeling and just sat there watching his owner pace. "Being tracked...I'm supposed to duel someone... Everyone wants my head don't they, Trigger?" Jez stopped long enough to squat down to pet him. "Looks like a trip back there for me soon enough, don't you think fella?" All Trigger did was tilt his head and meow at her as if he was answering her.
Liam Goodryke: While she was pacing back and forth, he was sitting on the couch, Samsonite sitting there too, dozing and snoring lightly. Liam was thinking, they were both probably about to die again soon, Hanei had even warned Jezebel that she was being hunted or about to be, for personal reasons, and not her bounty, but hadn't said who or how he knew, or even why. He looked up when she started talking to Trigger, smiling sadly as she spoke to him, and when he meowed Liam finally spoke up "I don't get it. I'm the mouthy one, you keep to yourself, I have a high price on my head than you do, yet you are the one being tracked and having people after you for personal reasons too. I just don't get it, how could anyone have any kind of personal issue with you?"
Jezebel Tzasun: Trigger meowed at her one more time before Xander brushed up against him. Her cats always knew when something was about to happen and they seemed to be nearly heart broken over the idea that their owner would be leaving again so soon. "I don't know Liam. I don't know who I managed to piss off like that." Her voice was a bit shaky as she spoke, only glancing at him before she picked her cats up, practically hugging them to her. "I thought I was nice..but apparently I'm some sort of monster. I'm supposed to duel some woman by the name of Ami..But I'm starting to think others would join in." As much as she loved death she wasn't ready to be sent back yet, but that was the only way people were going to leave her alone for a while.
Liam Goodryke: Almost as if reading her mind, nodding slowly "maybe they just don't like your anti-masquerade attitude, but again yee would think that if anyone had any kind of issue, it would be with me, not you. Ya so quiet, the public just about never hear a peep from ye. Maybe someone in Deux Corbeaux who doesn't like something you said in Noble?" So far he hadn't said what he had thought when it was like he sensed her thoughts, which he was known to do ever since he learned the powers of the telepaths "what if ye dain't duel this Ami, but we kill each other. Or cripple each other. Messed over faw a week each, or money in owa pockets. Well yours, I dain't need any of it, so ye could get the money from both owa heads. What ye thenk?"
Jezebel Tzasun: Her cats rubbed their heads against her, purring softly. She loved them to death, even when they were being little monsters. "Of course when I stop being a hermit everyone wants my head. I finally did something that caused people to notice me and not in the way I had always wanted." All of sudden Trigger jumped out of her arms with Xander following along right behind him. "Those people can kiss my perfectly shaped pale *** and then go **** themselves." Jez ran a hand through her hair as she turned her attention to him fully despite seeing her cats peeking out at them beneath the table. "Kill each other and keep the money? That could work but could you really kill me?" She blinked a few times, noticing how the cats ducked fully under the table as if they understood the conversation.
Liam Goodryke: Scratching his head, Liam knew she had a point, a valid point. "Before I answer that, could you kill me? It wouldn't be pleasant, emotionally," he paused a moment "but you tell me what you want out of the options and I'll do it. You want to have me kill you and I give you the money from it, I'll do it, and deal with the emotional side of things later. " He reached his hand up to her, wanting her to come closer, his eyes glancing briefly to the kittens "I'll keep a diary for the time you're gone so you know what the two shitheads there have been up to. But if this is what you want, if this is what we do, if I'm not already dead, if I've managed to stay good at dodging the bullet, you kill me when you get back. That should get us both off the list. Deal?"
Jezebel Tzasun: A small frown tugged at her lips at his question, "I'm sure I could do it despite the obvious difficulties." She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment, "Kill me and give me the money. I know it'll be hard for you but it's better than watching some group of jerks kill me." Slowly, she moved closer to him, though she was wary and paranoid of just about everything and everyone. "Stay alive, so to say, until I get back and I'll return the favour. The journal is a good idea. I look forward to reading it upon my return. Sounds like we have a deal, Liam." Jez put on a sweet yet brave smile as she tossed her gun and blade onto the couch before turning her attention to her cats. "Don't give him too much of a problem you two otherwise I'll get you both after I return. Got it?" Both of the cats meowed at her before running off to the bedroom as if they were afraid of her or perhaps they just didn't want to watch.
Liam Goodryke: Remembering all to well her fear, he took out his own pistol and threw it down next to her weapons. He wasn't going to kill her the same way her father did, or tried to. "Deal then" he said softly "I think I'd feel better if you tried to fight back. I" he paused "I don't think I could do it if you just stood or knelt there letting me hit you over and over again."
Jezebel Tzasun: She arched a brow at him when he tossed his pistol down next to her weapons. It took a few brief moments before she realized why he had done it but once it clicked she almost laughed. "Don't worry. I'll fight back as best as I can against you, Liam." At least she would get a chance to go out fighting. She was bit nervous, but she wasn't about to show it. "I'm as ready as I can be. Let's get this over with."
Liam Goodryke: Slowly he stood, his eyes closed "okay then, let's do it." Before she knew what was happening, Liam swung upwards with his sword, which was concealed under his jacket, cutting in to her stomach, spilling blood everywhere.
Jezebel Tzasun: She opened her mouth to say something but before she knew it had already swung the sword. Jez yelped and without thinking much about it she swung, punching him in the face out of reflex. She took a couple of steps back, one hand on her stomach as she watched the bruise heal right before her very eyes. It wasn't until then that she realized what she had gotten herself in to as she put a bit of distance between them.
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Re: Of Ashes and Shadows (Jezebel Tzasun)
--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Liam Goodryke: The blow to his face caused him to stagger backwards slightly. When she stepped back to put distance between them he tried to regain his balance, his arms flailing. As he righted himself he inadvertently over compensated and stumble forward, a brief yell of "****!" escaping from his lips right before he accidentally hacked off one of her legs. "Oh ****."
Jezebel Tzasun: She found him stumbling to be amusing, and if it wasn't for the pain she was in she would have laughed at him. Somewhere in the back of her mind she was imagining him falling over and one of the cats attacking his face which made her chuckle a little. She was quickly snapped out of her thoughts by his yelling and right as she flinched, he hacked off her leg. A loud scream of pain came from her as she fell over. Jez stared at her severed leg and picked it up quickly, throwing it at him only to miss him. "You son of a *****! That was my favourite inked leg you ******* ********!"
Liam Goodryke: There was something twistedly amusing about all of this, his stumbling, he throwing her severed leg at him, calling him a ******** because it was her 'favourite inked leg'. "******* ********? I'll have ye know my momma and poppa were very much married when I was born ya wee harlot!" he tried to sound pissed, but instead bust out laughing, slashing at her, slicing deeply along the edge of her forearm as she instinctively tried to defend herself.
Jezebel Tzasun: She stayed there on the floor, staring up at him as she scooted back away from him, putting distance between them once again. Jez was starting to get a little scared of him. Nothing she did to strike back at him seemed to work, not that she really wanted it to anyway with the fact that he was supposed to be the one killing her. His laughter caught her off guard just as much as being called a harlot did. Jez raised her arm up to try in a feeble attempt to defend herself, only to end up getting her forearm slashed open. The pain didn't register with her that time, which left her a bit confused. "I'm glad you're enjoying this you sick ****!" Reaching for something close to her, she managed to grab a bowl that was on the table and threw it at his head, only to miss him with that as well.
Liam Goodryke: The bowl smashing on the wall behind Liam woke Samsonite up, who looked at the scene before him horrified. Screaming like a scared *****, Liam's human thrall ran out of the room and locked himself in the bathroom. "Sick ****? That's a new one, I think," he said with while quirking his brow, thrusting at her with his sword at the same time, aiming for her upper body, wanting this over with.
Jezebel Tzasun: The scream startled her as she went to get up. She glanced at Samsonite as he ran to the bathroom. "******* pussy." Her attention went back to Liam, "I'll come up with more as this continues." She let out a loud squeak and moved a bit just in time, the blow only cutting part of her arm. The tiny woman laughed a bit and pounced him, shredding his shirt a bit in a feeble attempt to get at him only to move away from him as quickly as she could manage with the whole missing leg thing. "Come on...I'm just starting to have fun."
Liam Goodryke: Laughter took him "that was my favourite shirt you *****!" Shaking his head when she said about having fun "just think, when you get back we'll be doing this agian, with the tables turned" he said sticking his tongue out as she tore at more of his clothing, slicing at her throat, his sword breaking as he struck. "Well ****, I just got that back from you too!" Discarding the now broken blade, he took out his rather ancient looking short sword, just in time for her to shred even more of his clothing, blood spilling from her throat. He lashed out again, catching nothing but the fabric of her clothing.
Jezebel Tzasun: Her lips parted slightly as if she was about to say something, but the sting of the blade cutting into her throat cut her off. She gasped and her hands went to her throat for a moment before she lunged at him. The tiny wounded Goth pounced him, shredding more of his clothes before moving away. Her eyes went down to her stained clothing and for a moment she frowned only to look up at him right as he caught part of the fabric of her shirt. He would pay for that eventually, though she was ure it would have to wait a while. Jez was tired of only getting his clothing, but that's what she got for not being too much of a fighter. Her gaze went to his face for a few moments. She knew her fate was sealed when she looked at him.
Liam Goodryke: Liam had an idea, to end this. He shook off his shirt, standing, then squatting, before her, topless "you know, if you wanted to see me without clothes one last time before you died, all you had to do was ask." Inching towards her, Liam cupped her face in the palm of his left hand "see you in a week Jay." He smiled, knowing she couldn't talk back with her sliced throat, then drove his blade straight through her heart as he touched his forehead to hers, her body slumping lifeless under him, turning to ash seconds later. Placing his shortword and broken blade where she had died, he sat back on the sofa, sad, Trigger and Xander coming back in to the room when they heard the silence.
Jezebel Tzasun: She wanted to laugh at that comment so badly but she knew no sound would come out, at least not anything like an actual laugh or chuckle. Jez flinched at his touch, "See you then." Even though there was no sound that left her, she at least mouthed the words to him. Her eyes closing tightly just before he drove the blade straight through. It wasn't until after she turned to ash that Trigger and Xander came in, meowing at him as if asking him why he had done it. Trigger lead the way, inching closer and closer to him until he jumped into his lap, curling up right away. Xander followed right behind him except that kitten opted for curling up beside him. They loved their owner and she was gone again, but they found a bit of comfort in seeing that he was there to watch over them.
Liam Goodryke: The silence had prompted Samsonite to dare leaving the bathroom just as Xander and Trigger joined Liam on the sofa. "You two have one fucked up kind of relationship boss" he said quietly when he saw the swords on top of the pile of ash, taking his seat from earlier. Liam gently petted both kittens "I did what had to be done, what she rather would rather have happen. Better at my hand than the bounty hunters. She'll be back in about a week, I'm sure I'll still be alive myself when she gets back." With that Samsonite went to the chiller and got them their first beers for the night.
Liam Goodryke: The blow to his face caused him to stagger backwards slightly. When she stepped back to put distance between them he tried to regain his balance, his arms flailing. As he righted himself he inadvertently over compensated and stumble forward, a brief yell of "****!" escaping from his lips right before he accidentally hacked off one of her legs. "Oh ****."
Jezebel Tzasun: She found him stumbling to be amusing, and if it wasn't for the pain she was in she would have laughed at him. Somewhere in the back of her mind she was imagining him falling over and one of the cats attacking his face which made her chuckle a little. She was quickly snapped out of her thoughts by his yelling and right as she flinched, he hacked off her leg. A loud scream of pain came from her as she fell over. Jez stared at her severed leg and picked it up quickly, throwing it at him only to miss him. "You son of a *****! That was my favourite inked leg you ******* ********!"
Liam Goodryke: There was something twistedly amusing about all of this, his stumbling, he throwing her severed leg at him, calling him a ******** because it was her 'favourite inked leg'. "******* ********? I'll have ye know my momma and poppa were very much married when I was born ya wee harlot!" he tried to sound pissed, but instead bust out laughing, slashing at her, slicing deeply along the edge of her forearm as she instinctively tried to defend herself.
Jezebel Tzasun: She stayed there on the floor, staring up at him as she scooted back away from him, putting distance between them once again. Jez was starting to get a little scared of him. Nothing she did to strike back at him seemed to work, not that she really wanted it to anyway with the fact that he was supposed to be the one killing her. His laughter caught her off guard just as much as being called a harlot did. Jez raised her arm up to try in a feeble attempt to defend herself, only to end up getting her forearm slashed open. The pain didn't register with her that time, which left her a bit confused. "I'm glad you're enjoying this you sick ****!" Reaching for something close to her, she managed to grab a bowl that was on the table and threw it at his head, only to miss him with that as well.
Liam Goodryke: The bowl smashing on the wall behind Liam woke Samsonite up, who looked at the scene before him horrified. Screaming like a scared *****, Liam's human thrall ran out of the room and locked himself in the bathroom. "Sick ****? That's a new one, I think," he said with while quirking his brow, thrusting at her with his sword at the same time, aiming for her upper body, wanting this over with.
Jezebel Tzasun: The scream startled her as she went to get up. She glanced at Samsonite as he ran to the bathroom. "******* pussy." Her attention went back to Liam, "I'll come up with more as this continues." She let out a loud squeak and moved a bit just in time, the blow only cutting part of her arm. The tiny woman laughed a bit and pounced him, shredding his shirt a bit in a feeble attempt to get at him only to move away from him as quickly as she could manage with the whole missing leg thing. "Come on...I'm just starting to have fun."
Liam Goodryke: Laughter took him "that was my favourite shirt you *****!" Shaking his head when she said about having fun "just think, when you get back we'll be doing this agian, with the tables turned" he said sticking his tongue out as she tore at more of his clothing, slicing at her throat, his sword breaking as he struck. "Well ****, I just got that back from you too!" Discarding the now broken blade, he took out his rather ancient looking short sword, just in time for her to shred even more of his clothing, blood spilling from her throat. He lashed out again, catching nothing but the fabric of her clothing.
Jezebel Tzasun: Her lips parted slightly as if she was about to say something, but the sting of the blade cutting into her throat cut her off. She gasped and her hands went to her throat for a moment before she lunged at him. The tiny wounded Goth pounced him, shredding more of his clothes before moving away. Her eyes went down to her stained clothing and for a moment she frowned only to look up at him right as he caught part of the fabric of her shirt. He would pay for that eventually, though she was ure it would have to wait a while. Jez was tired of only getting his clothing, but that's what she got for not being too much of a fighter. Her gaze went to his face for a few moments. She knew her fate was sealed when she looked at him.
Liam Goodryke: Liam had an idea, to end this. He shook off his shirt, standing, then squatting, before her, topless "you know, if you wanted to see me without clothes one last time before you died, all you had to do was ask." Inching towards her, Liam cupped her face in the palm of his left hand "see you in a week Jay." He smiled, knowing she couldn't talk back with her sliced throat, then drove his blade straight through her heart as he touched his forehead to hers, her body slumping lifeless under him, turning to ash seconds later. Placing his shortword and broken blade where she had died, he sat back on the sofa, sad, Trigger and Xander coming back in to the room when they heard the silence.
Jezebel Tzasun: She wanted to laugh at that comment so badly but she knew no sound would come out, at least not anything like an actual laugh or chuckle. Jez flinched at his touch, "See you then." Even though there was no sound that left her, she at least mouthed the words to him. Her eyes closing tightly just before he drove the blade straight through. It wasn't until after she turned to ash that Trigger and Xander came in, meowing at him as if asking him why he had done it. Trigger lead the way, inching closer and closer to him until he jumped into his lap, curling up right away. Xander followed right behind him except that kitten opted for curling up beside him. They loved their owner and she was gone again, but they found a bit of comfort in seeing that he was there to watch over them.
Liam Goodryke: The silence had prompted Samsonite to dare leaving the bathroom just as Xander and Trigger joined Liam on the sofa. "You two have one fucked up kind of relationship boss" he said quietly when he saw the swords on top of the pile of ash, taking his seat from earlier. Liam gently petted both kittens "I did what had to be done, what she rather would rather have happen. Better at my hand than the bounty hunters. She'll be back in about a week, I'm sure I'll still be alive myself when she gets back." With that Samsonite went to the chiller and got them their first beers for the night.
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