Lt. Carter Blake (
lieutenantantichrist) wrote2013-05-31 01:14 am
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[6] Action for Violet/Everywhere [Fourth Wall Event]
[Blake is in his apartment minding his own business when there's a flash of light.]
When it fades, nothing seems different for a minute. All's normal and as it should be, everything in its place. After a second, it sinks in. There's something that's been out of place for months, and all of a sudden the feeling of nakedness is gone.]
[He pats his side, and there's the good, reassuring weight of his gun, right where it should be. He takes it out to give it a look over, and it's exactly as he remembers it. He puts it back and feels more himself than he has since he got to this damn place.]
[That's when he notices there's a lot of strange noises outside.]
[Blake opens the door and steps out.]
[He takes a good look at around.]
[He thinks it over.]
Nope.
[He turns around to go back inside.]
When it fades, nothing seems different for a minute. All's normal and as it should be, everything in its place. After a second, it sinks in. There's something that's been out of place for months, and all of a sudden the feeling of nakedness is gone.]
[He pats his side, and there's the good, reassuring weight of his gun, right where it should be. He takes it out to give it a look over, and it's exactly as he remembers it. He puts it back and feels more himself than he has since he got to this damn place.]
[That's when he notices there's a lot of strange noises outside.]
[Blake opens the door and steps out.]
[He takes a good look at around.]
[He thinks it over.]
Nope.
[He turns around to go back inside.]
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[Blake sees him move and realizes it's a feint right after he falls for it hook, line, and sinker]
[His guard is knocked open and before he can quite tell what happened there's a smack of pain across his ribs]
Fuck!
[He's had worse, but now he's angry]
[He whirls and throws a lot more of his weight into a swing for the Rude's face]
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He hadn't expected that much power behind that punch; rather than block, he should've attempted a grapple. An eyebrow twitches with irritation when he realises that he underestimated the force that Carter was bringing with him, and it's probably cost him at least a bruise.
But it's always important to keep one's cool. Keeping his emotions under check, he takes advantage again of the Carter's wider swing to deliver a succession of quick punches that start at Carter's torso and ends with a stronger hit to the chest.]
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[But dedicating all his effort to offense leaves him open to counterattack. He grunts as Rude's fists rattle up him too quick to block and send him reeling back]
Son of a-
[That just means Carter needs to hit harder. This punch has barely any control at all.]
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[Before he knows it, Rude's foot is planted on his chest and his arm's in his grip. He tries to struggle his way up until the bones in his arm warn him this is a bad idea.]
[trying to catch his breath] How did you do that?
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[With that, Rude let's go of the arm and offers Blake a hand.]
Not bad.
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[He dusts himself off and looks around.]
...wanna show me how?
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I don't either.
[True facts
or at least according to the mun's head-canon: he's completely self-taught.]Sure.
[Rude will proceed to show Blake exactly how he pulled off that move. He's trying to be a bit more careful, but he's not too bad a teacher. After a few tries...
Blake learned a New Move! Blake learned Grapple!]
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[grunts] Just natural talent, huh.
[He's run into a couple people like that over the years. Usually ended up bruised then, too.]
[It takes him a few tries, but he thinks he gets the hang of it.]
Huh. That's not so tough.
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[And just like that, Rude suddenly aims a punch at Carter. It's not meant to actually connect with him, but it's a test to see if Carter puts what Rude taught him to good practice.]
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[You don't stay alive in his job for this long without getting some pretty good reflexes along the way]
Not done, huh?
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...yeah, you got it.
Ow.
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[He lets go and offers Rude a hand up.]
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[Rude accepts the help and gets back on his feet, dusting off some of the dirt on his suit.]
Keep practising till it becomes second nature.
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[a thought occurs to him] Like whenever I run into Norman.
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...Norman?
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[Sometimes he makes assumptions about people, and then they start talking about ninjas and shit.]
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I got my partner, and a junior.
This place is still killing me though.
Please don't make BAN USER suddenly hover over what I want to click, DW
Huh. Whoever's behind all this bullshit must like you better.
Yeah, it may not be that bad all told, but it's not the real world.
No worries, I do that quite often accidentally too.
...he keeps all of this to himself. It's all just speculation, a quiet observation. There's no proof just yet. And Blake sincerely seemed to think that he hadn't done anything of that sort, so perhaps it was just a misunderstanding.]
...kid must be giving you hell.
Not really. It's...hard to explain.
[Because frankly speaking, Rude was about a week away from doing something extremely drastic before he got into contact with his Reno. He was just about ready to sneak into Rocket base and take the helicopters for a spin. It wasn't the same as home but anything that'd sate his appetite for adventure and danger is worth it.]
...I just.
Hate this place.
[He says his opinion of this world very matter-of-factly, but there's a twitch near his jaw and his fingers clench into a fist before relaxing.
Rude isn't as unemotional as he'd like people to think.]
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[Careful thought and control aren't really his strong suit. There's a lot of situations where hesitating can get you dead.]
He's been through a lot of crazy shit.
[There's no other words for it. Well, maybe a lot, but they all end with Blake breaking something and wishing it was somebody.]
[He nods, understanding a little.]
Homesick for something that makes sense, huh.