is this a challenge.
because if this is a challenge, you're fucking on. that van will slink out of here in shame.
FROM: dagger@cdc.org
But if you're a natural butthole, that's not being honest.
FROM: dagger@cdc.org
50 credits say the van will win anyway.
Yeah, he's just going to relentlessly try and blow you up.]
I'm going to agree with that, just so I can get the credits.
a man needs his booze.
what if I blow up the van though. what then.
FROM: dagger@cdc.org
Well if he dies, you're a murderer. But I will congratulate you.
wait is this a real dude
I thought you were fucking with me
I'll totally win if it's a real dude
[ Barnes, you overachieving amputee Relentlessness is a trait
Dagger can appreciate better when it's not directed at him. The screecher
raises an unholy wall of noise and it reverberates through him; it's
annoying, but a prickly kind of annoying that is completely distracting,
and Dagger catches an actual bomb right in the face. It of course,
detonates accordingly. ]
[ Not that it's a problem by much, but it does completely destroy his fancy helmet. So have a nice view of Dagger's exposed face and shoulder. Check out them teeth. ]
What the shit, Barnes.
[ He ditches his mechanical arms, ditches three other blades, and flips the one blade in hand with the sharp edge facing front. Serious situations call for serious attitudes, and this feels serious. ]
FROM: dagger@cdc.org
Never cheat on my heart, Yuuto. I would perish.
FROM: dagger@cdc.org
It's a real dude. He looks like a metal van. You've not been listening.
dunno how big dagger's one blade is, but hopefully that's vague enough.
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epiphanyfrost
2014-09-10 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
But it is serious and if this were just about trying to kill Dagger (which was what he was trying to do even though he knows it's impossible), he'd probably stick to the heavier artillery. But no, blade for blade is more personal. There's a dissatisfying detachment to just shooting someone.
And it's a second later that he's in range to engage, going for the inside of Dagger's arm holding the blade with his metal hand to disarm/disable, while his other hand attacks with his knife.]
Re: dunno how big dagger's one blade is, but hopefully that's vague enough.
daggertype
2014-09-10 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ There is a cruel joke in this very scenario that is escaping Dagger right now, but let it be said that Bucky's sense of humor appears in the strangest of times. Attacking him with a Dagger — wow.
He parries the lunge, and by now the temperature immediately around him has dropped several degrees; the knife, when it makes contact, gets stuck on Dagger's thermal jacket, and Dagger swings hard at Barnes' midsection with a gloved fist. Not a full-cocked blow, but it's nothing a super-soldier can scoff at either. ]
Don't make me fight you serious.
[ ooc: it's about the same size as in his consignees file pic! ]
Pochemu net? ['Why Not?' Yes, now he's jumbling up languages, and his voice is harsh and more broken than angry, though there is definitely anger. Not that the Russian is a big problem communication-wise.]
Because I'll wreck you. [ It's not a threat, really. It's more of a reminder, because Barnes's 70-year record is impressive, sure, but Dagger's own spans several hundreds, and a lot more casualties. The numbers alone favor him. ] What's this about?
[ He flips his grip on the blade, so that it's no longer at a resting hold, and he swings it a handful of times. The air whistles as the blade swings, each swing cutting through air and freezing it that very thing ice crystals hang for a blink before slowly floating down to the snow on the ground. ] Tell me what the problem is.
are you a natural butthole?
However, the follow up questions have him pausing, struggling to put together a coherent answer together, something that's not his strong suit even on a good day. After a short and painful mental struggle, he ditches the attempt to procure an explanation and goes for a punch to Dagger's exposed face with a wounded feral sound of frustration and steering clear of his blade while keeping his guard up, but not as well as he usually would given how reckless he's being.]
I- there's no- tsel'! [He manages to grind out as he attacks, anyway. (Tsel' -> purpose).]
FROM: ellie@cdc.org
well
are you a slab of ice butthole?
FROM: dagger@cdc.org
I don't have a butthole. Do you have a butthole?
[ Sounds dangerous. It's a good thing Dagger remembers that flesh is bad on ice, and metal even more so, and covers his face with ice that doesn't freeze anything it comes in contact with to serve as a buffer for Barnes' punch. He then slams the butt of the blade handle right into Barnes' nose with some effort to not crack the poor guy's head open. ]
Swinging at me like you're one of those failures definitely isn't purposeful, I agree. [ Careless swinging is dangerous, especially for a trained fighter with a rep for the very opposite. People could get hurt. ] Who tickled your brain this time?
The hit throws him off enough to pause his racing and jumbled thoughts and he looks up at Dagger, more confused than anything right now.]
Who- ... chto- .. what? [The phrasing of that question might need to be adjusted especially since you just literally rattled his brain.]
[ We can't all be Steve Rogers with the kid gloves, now. ]
Who messed you up. What happened? Rogers? The metal can? I'm not having fun with this fight, it's very emotional. I don't like emotional.
[ All that said, Dagger does crouch down to Barnes' eye level, completely unconcerned. Barnes is flesh all over and has a metal arm. Dagger is literally ice. Worst that happens, everyone gets to chisel frozen Barnes bits off him. ]
We can keep fighting if you want.
FROM: dagger@cdc.org
Yes. . . ? I don't get it.
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