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[personal profile] mrcreamsicles 2016-11-24 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't need to.

[He floats back a space. His wings are half-unfolded, like he might be preparing to take off, for all he can't actually do that anymore. Fuckin' Norfinbury, stealing his actually useful powers.]

Besides, what kind of douchebag actually beats up a kid?
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[personal profile] mrcreamsicles 2016-11-25 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
What?

[His face scrunches up, though his shades hide half the expression.]

What children are you talking about?

[Oh god, there better not be more of them lurking around. His posture turns more defensive than it already was, and he turns his head minimally, trying to look for signs of other people without letting Andersen out of his sight. Where are they? Are they behind him? But he can't put him at his back—]

What are you planning?
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[personal profile] mrcreamsicles 2016-11-29 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Fuck.]

[Davesprite takes stock of the dangers in quick succession. Andersen, before him, actively making threat. Other children, presumably present, out of view and likely behind him because what idiot takes hidden allies but not the opportunity to corner a victim. The expectation must be to either have him flee backwards into a waiting ambush, or to rush forward for direct confrontation that will overwhelm him as the other children reveal themselves.]

[The actual line of thought is not that elegant in Davesprite's brain, and manifests solely in action. He pulls out the pair of scissors Natasha gave him for a weapon, brandishes them as one might a stabbing weapon, and rushes for Andersen with all the speed he can muster—]

[Only to feint to the side once he's near. The goal being, of course, to take the benefit of the confusion to escape past him and flee into the distance ahead, should luck hold out. It would be a lot easier if he could just fly, or if he had the benefit of flashstepping to add to the feint, but he moves still at the speed of someone running for their life. Which he absolutely is.]