Who: Childe (and the rest of you wildlings)
When: All of October
What: An open Catch-all for the Bastard
(bc I feel he's gonna need it this month)
Warnings: Mild self harm (as in, "exclusively just to trigger the dimension shift" kind of mild), brief mentions of gore, suicide mention
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Kids were always a hard line.]
Good. I didn't want to have to kill you. I was actually enjoying your company.
[He tilts his head back, now looking at the void again]
Well, you could try. You're gonna need more than your fancy little tricks though, as much as I like them.
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Think so? [Guess who's pausing for dramatic effect it's this bitch. He even pretends to think it over, tapping the toe of his shoe against the floor.] I've got quite a lot of tricks, after all. I haven't even gotten to show you the real fun ones yet.
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[He turns to face Childe completely now]
Now you're just teasing me, Tartaglia.
[He should be more on edge, more on guard, but he can't help the teasing in his voice. Bruce would be so disappointed in him, and that somehow edged him on more.]
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[Why has this turned horny I fucking hate it here.
He shrugs again, stepping away from the wall and jerking a thumb over his shoulder.] Wanna step outside?
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You're my tour guide, after all.
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[He's turning on his heel to head towards the courtyard, intending to lead the both of them out past the wisteria and into the more open field beyond.
If he's gonna show off, he might as well go somewhere with room to work in. Childe moves his hands through the air as he walks, vapor coalescing from thin air to take the shape of a sizeable bow, which he then twirls about in his hands.] How good are you at taking hits?
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[Among other things, putting up a fight is one of the things Jason knows how to do best. He watches Childe in curiosity.
Man it would be so useful to be able to do that. As much as he loves his guns, pulling them out of thing air would be incredible.
In theory, he could just do that with the All Blades, but he hadn't felt them since waking up here. And he had to use his own blood to activate them, which would land him in a pickle here.]
1/2
[He spins around to face Jason once they're far enough out, that fake-pleasant smile of his plastered across his face as he aims the bow skyward. An arrow forms for him to nock into place, glowing brighter and brighter as he pulls the string as far back as it can go. The breathable air becomes dry and almost suffocating, more water leeched from the surroundings, a swirling maelstrom that only grows.
And grows.
Until he releases the arrow.]
2/2
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But honestly, a whale?
Jason gritted his teeth in a wild grin, calculating the distance and the diameter of the whale - which was something he never thought he'd have to do - before he was moving.
And he was fast.
He was able to cover enough ground to clear the distance and then some within the time it took for the whale to start it's descent.]
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Childe straightens his posture, lowering the bow to rest at his side. Does he look disappointed? A bit, yeah.]
I thought you said you could take the hit! [He is also soaked to the bone, though that's less of a hindrance to him than it would probably be to Jason. He doesn't mind, anyway.] Nice form, though!
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[He grins a little, running a hand through his hair to push his bangs out of his face. He didn’t expect to come here and get a whale dropped on him, but it sure did feel like Sea World.]
Neat trick! Definitely wasn’t expecting a whale.