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"Like I'm voluntarily anywhere near you. What's this about ginger-arse contributing to your supposed good mood?"

2015-08-10 08:47:52

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I rolled my eyes. "That's a pretty big assumption that he contributes at all."

2015-08-10 08:49:40

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"It's not an assumption. It's a fact, Jack. Has he been snogging on you again?" I smirked a little. I'd witnessed one of those. Odd, she seemed like it had pissed her off greatly at the time.

2015-08-10 08:51:37

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"/Fuck off./" Now I'm not so generous anymore. GO TO HELL!

2015-08-10 08:52:35

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"Oh, so for once /I'm/ making you frustrated, am I? How does it feel? HOW DOES IT FEEL TO HAVE YOUR INNERMOST THOUGHTS MOCKED MANGLED AND TOSSED BACK AT YOU HUH?!" I screamed, getting up and chucking the bottle as hard as I could.

2015-08-10 08:54:46

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The bottle bounced off my head and smashed into the ground. "I'm going to make you regret that." My hands balled into fists. "You're fucking dead."

2015-08-10 08:57:53

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I pulled my knife out of my pocket and snarled "Try me, /bitch/."

2015-08-10 08:59:26

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I pulled out my own knife from my corset, and charged towards him.

2015-08-10 09:00:21

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Picking up another bottle in my left hand, I ran at her as well, swinging it at her head and dodging out of the way of her knife as I stabbed towards her stomach.

2015-08-10 09:01:40

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I ducked, but that left me wide open. The knife cut through the corset and sliced open a piece of skin. Nothing to be concern about, however. I retaliated and lunged for his throat, tackling him down.

2015-08-10 09:04:19

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I gagged and maneuvered my arm to hit her on the back of the head with the bottle, using my other hand and the knife to try and shove her off.

2015-08-10 09:07:20

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The bottle smashed against my head. That's the problem with beer bottles, they're not good weapons unless broken in half. I moved my hand away to push him down by his shoulder, and with the other hand I moved the blade towards his neck.

2015-08-10 09:09:39

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I stabbed the now sharp-edged bottleneck at her face, roaring as she flinched from it and rolling over to pin her underneath me instead. No. Fucking no. If I'm going down, it's by my own free will.

2015-08-10 09:11:46

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Gah! The bottle sliced me open. I flinched, which gave him the opportunity to top me. I glance over at his wings. "You cut me." I grabbed them with my free hand. "I cut you."

And sliced the wings clean off his back, them falling into my hand like freshly cut hair.

2015-08-10 09:17:01

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"Ah...AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHH!!!" IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS WHY WHAT DID SHE DO I CAN'T MOVE IT HURTS NO NO NO NO PLEASE NO GOD WHY MAKE IT STOP MY WINGS MYWIngsmywingsohgodnoimsorryihatethisihatemeihateeverything I HATE HER I'LL HURT HER TOO HURT LIKE I DO DIE DIE DIE

Seculus screamed in agony, tears immediately drenching his face and blood his sweater. Without a second thought, he grabbed her tail in his fist and slammed his own blade through it, dragging it across until it was hanging by a thread and then simply tearing it away.

2015-08-10 09:28:38

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Wait, what are you. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! GOD DAMMIT! GOD FUCKING DAMMIT THAT HURT! Fuck! FUCK! I'm bleeding. I'm /actually/ bleeding! FUCK! OUCH. Dropping the wings, I punched him off me. Hard, blinking tears of pain out of my eyes. Hastily I stumbled away from him.

2015-08-10 09:34:08

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He stumbled backwards, but fell straight back to the ground, arms wrapped around himself and sobbing. His back was a mess of burning, aching pain, and that was to say nothing of his heart. He'd never felt more hopeless or broken. It hurt. It hurt so much. His eyes were clamped shut, so he didn't notice he'd woken up until the ground underneath him softened into a mattress. Tassek was standing over his bed, attracted by the scream. He'd turned the bedside lamp on and was staring in shock. "....Sec....what did you....." He gaped at the bleeding stumps protruding from the red-stained sweater. Seculus didn't respond, only remained curled into a ball and crying in pain and despair. Footsteps, and Tassek was gone. Then there was a soft pressure. A wet towel on his back, soaking up the blood and cleaning the raw wounds. Tassek sat on the bed next to him, and grabbed his arm when he tried to look over. "Quit moving, idiot, you'll just make it bleed more. Jesus..." There was no way he could've done this to himself, even if he'd wanted to. Was it Calypso, then? Shit. She really was terrible. He sighed, and his grip on the angel's arm turned into a light stroking for a second before he got up, leaving the towel and the room to get some antiseptic and maybe some painkillers too.

2015-08-10 09:47:08

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The door to the shop rang out and Ren trotted inside, whistling. "Helloooo?"

2015-08-10 10:06:25

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Ivory looked up from the book she was reading. Ren? She smiled brightly. "Hey!" she greeted as she hopped down from the counter she was sitting on. "Lance headed upstairs for a few minutes, so we can hang out here if you want. "

2015-08-10 10:08:33

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They grinned. "Sounds good~ Probably best to stay down here anyways. A little birdie followed me, and I think he's had his wings clipped."

2015-08-10 10:10:45

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Ivory's expression became more concerned. "...let me see him. I can probably help without getting Lance."

2015-08-10 10:12:49

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"Don't think he knows I know. I'll go get him." They returned to the door, and upon opening it, sure enough, there he stood. His eyes were rimmed with red, his face was pale and slightly gaunt, and he looked way more depressed and hopeless than usual. Also, he didn't have wings. That was noticeable too. The bloody sweater had been replaced, at least temporarily, with a t-shirt proclaiming "Don't Ruffle My Feathers" with a picture of a Cucco. It was completely at odds with his expression, but Tassek had picked it and he wasn't about to say no. He'd spent the last several hours crying before actually talking to him about what happened and what could possibly be done about it. Eventually, they'd eliminated every other option and he'd decided to come here. Following Ren was really just coincidental. Instead of being surprised at their invitation inside, he just kept staring at the ground.

2015-08-10 10:20:32

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Almost immediately, Ivory noticed the lack of wings. " Turn around." She greeted as she walked over and pulled him into the shop.

2015-08-10 10:25:20

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He sniffled and turned slowly, pulling up the shirt to show her the crudely bandaged stubs on his shoulder blades. He hadn't been allowed to cut holes in the shirt, since he didn't technically need them anymore and it was just borrowed.

2015-08-10 10:27:43

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She placed a hand lightly on his back, in between the two stubs. Once acessing the damage, she tutted. "Damn, whoever did this got you good. It'll take a few weeks, but they'll come back for sure." she walked over to behind the counter and retrieved a small first aid kit from the floor. This space was the only large enough room she could mend wings in. "Here, let me clean and bandage it for you. Lance swears up and down I have the hands of a goddess when it comes to this. "

2015-08-10 10:33:13