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[justiceinexile.livejournal.com]

[Night.

Emerging from narrow alley.

Injured.]

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[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

Having been in that kind of situation himself, he shouldn't be too surprised, but the man in the ragged trenchcoat half-turns and starts to reach for the hidden sword when he sees someone emerging from the alley.

[justiceinexile.livejournal.com]

[ Nuada halts unsteadily, tilting his head slightly to study the human, before dismissing him with a muttering of some indistinct variant of Fae, and leaning against the bricks. ]

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

[ Well he's definitely not normal, but he's not acting aggressive either. The hand that flew to the inside of his coat is pulled out again slowly, empty. ]

"...You okay?"

[justiceinexile.livejournal.com]

Stay away, human. [Dismissive, but pained.]

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

Shit. C'mon. [Offers him a shoulder and arm] Lets get you looked after.

[justiceinexile.livejournal.com]

Touch me and I will remove limbs slowly, human.

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

Seems like a shitty way to pay someone back for helping you.

[captain-flyboy.livejournal.com]

*Jack is waiting at the end of the alleyway his calm blue gaze fixed on the Elf Prince*

Will you let me help now?

[justiceinexile.livejournal.com]

Engh. [ He tilts his head in faux consideration, despite all pains. ]

Forgive the human colloquialism, [ Nuada stops to breathe, quietly and deeply. ] But it serves appropriately.



Fuck you.

[captain-flyboy.livejournal.com]

*Jack rolls his eyes*

Royals.....look you can die here like a street bum or you can trust me for ten seconds and I can get you somewhere safe....your choice.

Bump!verse, of course~

[watch-the-nails.livejournal.com]

*Victor smells the blood before he hears the sound of Nuada's movements, as quiet as they are, and a smirk slowly spreads across the feral's face as he realises he actually recognises that scent. Snickering to himself he moves closer, not making any attempt to conceal his presence*

Awww, what's the matter, pretty-boy? Didja break a nail?

Psht, of course.

[justiceinexile.livejournal.com]

[ There are those exquisitely rare moments when Nuada wonders why he rolls off the cold sewer floor in the morning to deal with the world's utter bullshit. Such as the kind that's having him bleeding between his fingers from a side wound, or the sort that is this bizarre hulking mutant that--

Ohhh, right, for this. ]

Hello, human.

Omnomnom, that's the taste of delicious humility.

[watch-the-nails.livejournal.com]

*as expected, Nuada's taunt draws an instant reaction from the Prince; his eyes narrow as he snarls, his claws unsheathing themselves in his anger*

I ain't human, you sonuvabitch!

*Victor knows that Nuada is far, far older than him, far older than Arawn himself; he knows that the man is a capable combatant, that he's ancient and powerful, and possibly one of the few beings alone in Fae who could take him down in a fight. But he's not going to let a few little details like that put him off, oh no*

I rule you now!

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

Having been in that kind of situation himself, he shouldn't be too surprised, but the man in the ragged trenchcoat half-turns and starts to reach for the hidden sword when he sees someone emerging from the alley.

[justiceinexile.livejournal.com]

[ Nuada halts unsteadily, tilting his head slightly to study the human, before dismissing him with a muttering of some indistinct variant of Fae, and leaning against the bricks. ]

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

[ Well he's definitely not normal, but he's not acting aggressive either. The hand that flew to the inside of his coat is pulled out again slowly, empty. ]

"...You okay?"

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

Shit. C'mon. [Offers him a shoulder and arm] Lets get you looked after.

[justiceinexile.livejournal.com]

Touch me and I will remove limbs slowly, human.

[whisky-ghost.livejournal.com]

Seems like a shitty way to pay someone back for helping you.

[captain-flyboy.livejournal.com]

*Jack is waiting at the end of the alleyway his calm blue gaze fixed on the Elf Prince*

Will you let me help now?

[justiceinexile.livejournal.com]

Engh. [ He tilts his head in faux consideration, despite all pains. ]

Forgive the human colloquialism, [ Nuada stops to breathe, quietly and deeply. ] But it serves appropriately.



Fuck you.

[captain-flyboy.livejournal.com]

*Jack rolls his eyes*

Royals.....look you can die here like a street bum or you can trust me for ten seconds and I can get you somewhere safe....your choice.

Bump!verse, of course~

[watch-the-nails.livejournal.com]

*Victor smells the blood before he hears the sound of Nuada's movements, as quiet as they are, and a smirk slowly spreads across the feral's face as he realises he actually recognises that scent. Snickering to himself he moves closer, not making any attempt to conceal his presence*

Awww, what's the matter, pretty-boy? Didja break a nail?

Psht, of course.

[justiceinexile.livejournal.com]

[ There are those exquisitely rare moments when Nuada wonders why he rolls off the cold sewer floor in the morning to deal with the world's utter bullshit. Such as the kind that's having him bleeding between his fingers from a side wound, or the sort that is this bizarre hulking mutant that--

Ohhh, right, for this. ]

Hello, human.

Omnomnom, that's the taste of delicious humility.

[watch-the-nails.livejournal.com]

*as expected, Nuada's taunt draws an instant reaction from the Prince; his eyes narrow as he snarls, his claws unsheathing themselves in his anger*

I ain't human, you sonuvabitch!

*Victor knows that Nuada is far, far older than him, far older than Arawn himself; he knows that the man is a capable combatant, that he's ancient and powerful, and possibly one of the few beings alone in Fae who could take him down in a fight. But he's not going to let a few little details like that put him off, oh no*

I rule you now!