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ways_back_room2004-08-22 12:41 am
aj_crawley) wrote in ways_back_room2004-08-22 12:41 am
Battling Characters (we should so have trading cards)
Crowley, upon arriving, wastes no time in advertising for a sparring partner. That done, he heads out to the lake to warm up. George enquires about the purpose of his training, to which Crowley is rather cryptic. Presently, Snow, Odysseus and the archangel Sariel all wander out in order to offer their services. Crowley agrees, deciding to take them on one at a time.
First up is Snow. Crowley at least tries to pretend that he has qualms about fighting a young, single mother who has recently given birth. Snow waves off his 'concerns', and they begin. At first, Snow attempts to go easy on the injured Crowley, and Crowley is displeased. As if proving his ability to fight in his condition, Crowley, using decidedly less than honourable techniques, takes Snow down. Twice. Snow then manages to land a blow on Crowley's wing, but she does not press her advantage, which eventually leads to her being brought down a third and final time. Calling an end to the fight, Snow heads off to wash her blade in the lake, whilst Crowley re-ties loosened bandages.
He then heads off to find Odysseus, who has been grudgingly loaned Hektor's sword by 'Skandra. There is the customary pre-battle banter and then it's game on. Crowley, the serpent, does have a freakishly flexible spine, but keeps forgetting that his instinctive trick of flipping people around like paperweights doesn't do anything to help him heal. Odysseus has an excellent defence, and Crowley is impressed. Not impressed enough to fight honourably, however, as, to various IM shrieks of delight, horror, and amusement, Crowley proceeds to knee the lord of Ithaka in the face. Odysseus, understandably, is a little put off by his broken nose, which allows Crowley to bring him down. No hard feelings, though.
Taking a short break from combat, Crowley resumes his solo excercises. 'Skandra, in turn, asks Crowley why he is training. His explanation is oddly well-received. However, 'Skandra-mun decides to get the evening's gut-punching going, and 'Skandra starts to channel Aziraphale. Crowley seeks reassurance from 'Skandra that Aziraphale is not physically injured, which he receives. However, as is the norm if one decides to talk about the angel these days, Crowley sends a small part of his sanity on a short break to the Caribbean. 'Skandra, at this point, really isn't helping. Eventually, they wind each other down. 'Skandra tries to offer a ray of hope, but Crowley isn't reassured. He knows that there's more than one way for something to come true.
'Skandra then sees the bloody-nosed Odysseus coming to return Hektor's sword, and is endlessly amused. Foolish girl that she is, she asks Crowley the demon for moral advice. Whilst Crowley respects Odysseus as a fighter, he has absolutely no problem with 'Skandra messing with the king's head. Crowley heads off to his next fight, whilst 'Skandra proceeds to do just that. She sets his nose and is unexpectedly kind. In fact, she gets altogether a little too friendly for this mun's liking, and my shrieks of horror are only silenced when 'Skandra's dastardly scheme is revealed. She takes pity on him at the last moment, but Odysseus is still suitably pwnX0r3d.
Meanwhile, Sariel and Crowley are gearing up for a knock-down, drag-out fight. At Sariel's insistance, swords are set alight. This isn't going to be pretty, folks. Sariel starts the ball rolling, and Crowley is most narked to discover that archangels, even when hacked at with hell-fire swords, heal disgustingly fast. But Sariel then proceeds to elbow Crowley in the face, in the process, breaking his sunglasses. This is a Really, Really Bad Move. I don't think this is just a sparring match anymore, Toto. Fleeing Crowley, Sariel flies up into the air. She rests a moment, before dive-bombing him. Crowley hitches a ride, and has absolutely no compunctions about going for Sariel's wings with his claws. Unfortunately, this earns him an eyeful of holy blood, and he's pinned to the ground by means of a holy sword through his shoulder and wing. The Spine of Doom comes into play again and, once free, the temporarily blinded Crowley manages to locate his sword. Sariel is arrogant and foolish enough to make a sound to let Crowley know where she is. Crowley chucks his sword at her and, using up his 'lucky bastard' quota for the entire month, it hits. However, it appears that neither Sariel nor Crowley know when to stay down. Crowley hamstrings Sariel, claiming his crown as King of Dirty Fighting. The fight ends when the archangel produces a previously hidden dagger and, basically, stabs Crowley in the heart. How terribly symbolic. The two patch each other up and then head into the bar (and another thread) in search of massive quantities of alcohol.
*looks up*
'Kay, that got a bit more detailed than I meant it to. Ah well. What can I say? Beating people up is fun, and I'd like to thank everyone who threw their towel into the ring.
First up is Snow. Crowley at least tries to pretend that he has qualms about fighting a young, single mother who has recently given birth. Snow waves off his 'concerns', and they begin. At first, Snow attempts to go easy on the injured Crowley, and Crowley is displeased. As if proving his ability to fight in his condition, Crowley, using decidedly less than honourable techniques, takes Snow down. Twice. Snow then manages to land a blow on Crowley's wing, but she does not press her advantage, which eventually leads to her being brought down a third and final time. Calling an end to the fight, Snow heads off to wash her blade in the lake, whilst Crowley re-ties loosened bandages.
He then heads off to find Odysseus, who has been grudgingly loaned Hektor's sword by 'Skandra. There is the customary pre-battle banter and then it's game on. Crowley, the serpent, does have a freakishly flexible spine, but keeps forgetting that his instinctive trick of flipping people around like paperweights doesn't do anything to help him heal. Odysseus has an excellent defence, and Crowley is impressed. Not impressed enough to fight honourably, however, as, to various IM shrieks of delight, horror, and amusement, Crowley proceeds to knee the lord of Ithaka in the face. Odysseus, understandably, is a little put off by his broken nose, which allows Crowley to bring him down. No hard feelings, though.
Taking a short break from combat, Crowley resumes his solo excercises. 'Skandra, in turn, asks Crowley why he is training. His explanation is oddly well-received. However, 'Skandra-mun decides to get the evening's gut-punching going, and 'Skandra starts to channel Aziraphale. Crowley seeks reassurance from 'Skandra that Aziraphale is not physically injured, which he receives. However, as is the norm if one decides to talk about the angel these days, Crowley sends a small part of his sanity on a short break to the Caribbean. 'Skandra, at this point, really isn't helping. Eventually, they wind each other down. 'Skandra tries to offer a ray of hope, but Crowley isn't reassured. He knows that there's more than one way for something to come true.
'Skandra then sees the bloody-nosed Odysseus coming to return Hektor's sword, and is endlessly amused. Foolish girl that she is, she asks Crowley the demon for moral advice. Whilst Crowley respects Odysseus as a fighter, he has absolutely no problem with 'Skandra messing with the king's head. Crowley heads off to his next fight, whilst 'Skandra proceeds to do just that. She sets his nose and is unexpectedly kind. In fact, she gets altogether a little too friendly for this mun's liking, and my shrieks of horror are only silenced when 'Skandra's dastardly scheme is revealed. She takes pity on him at the last moment, but Odysseus is still suitably pwnX0r3d.
Meanwhile, Sariel and Crowley are gearing up for a knock-down, drag-out fight. At Sariel's insistance, swords are set alight. This isn't going to be pretty, folks. Sariel starts the ball rolling, and Crowley is most narked to discover that archangels, even when hacked at with hell-fire swords, heal disgustingly fast. But Sariel then proceeds to elbow Crowley in the face, in the process, breaking his sunglasses. This is a Really, Really Bad Move. I don't think this is just a sparring match anymore, Toto. Fleeing Crowley, Sariel flies up into the air. She rests a moment, before dive-bombing him. Crowley hitches a ride, and has absolutely no compunctions about going for Sariel's wings with his claws. Unfortunately, this earns him an eyeful of holy blood, and he's pinned to the ground by means of a holy sword through his shoulder and wing. The Spine of Doom comes into play again and, once free, the temporarily blinded Crowley manages to locate his sword. Sariel is arrogant and foolish enough to make a sound to let Crowley know where she is. Crowley chucks his sword at her and, using up his 'lucky bastard' quota for the entire month, it hits. However, it appears that neither Sariel nor Crowley know when to stay down. Crowley hamstrings Sariel, claiming his crown as King of Dirty Fighting. The fight ends when the archangel produces a previously hidden dagger and, basically, stabs Crowley in the heart. How terribly symbolic. The two patch each other up and then head into the bar (and another thread) in search of massive quantities of alcohol.
*looks up*
'Kay, that got a bit more detailed than I meant it to. Ah well. What can I say? Beating people up is fun, and I'd like to thank everyone who threw their towel into the ring.
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*will never stop being entertained by this*
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And Odysseus-mun was so *good* at it.
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Poor dear.
She is in love, you know. She's just morally ambiguous. And into revenge for, say, her whole entire city.
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Me:Okay, the character will do that now.
Character:No! I'm gonna do this!
Me:Wait, no. You have to do it that way, in order to lead to the major plot point.
Character:*does it in thier own way, lading to something more interesting*
Me:Hey, no . . .um . . .*headdesk*
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Hey, have you ever wondered if there's some alternate universe where all that we write here is real, that we are essentially gods, driving the fate of our characters . . . and I believe you qualify as a 'Landlord'. Or maybe I've spent too much time watching 'Sliders'.
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Those are the moments when a character's qualities shine too brightly to suppress for the sake of getting on with the plan. Our conceptions of them keep us honest and can generate the most interesting things on a more instinctive path. :)
No plan survives contact with reality. :)