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Pandora Montgomery (pandacharms) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-10-05 20:04:00

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character: pandora montgomery, character: richard summerby

Who: Dora and Richard

What: Moving into the new flat

Where: Clink St.

When: around 3pm

Rating: SFW for now

Pandora made certain to be on time. She actually left early to make sure she could find it, and didn't have too much of a problem. She'd thrown all her (rather few) belongings into one of her self-made extra-dimensional containers and paid her landlord the last of what she owed him, dismantled her over-the-top wards, and headed on over. She didn't bother to wear long sleeves today, but enjoyed the cooler quality of short ones, and didn't bother to cover up her Mark.

After all, Richard already knew about it and had seen it before, and it was nice to have an element of comfort for once without having to hide parts of herself.

She pushed her hair back and looked around for Richard, knowing she was in the right place. This was a very nice area, and one she had a feeling she'd be more comfortable in than her former very poor housing. She'd grown up with money, and the last years had been rough in a way because it was so very different, though she was rather too proud to admit it.

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the_richard
2014-10-08 08:18 am UTC (link)

Rich couldn't help but wince mentally as Dora did a skidding knee drop onto the roof. That's going to leave a mark, he said to himself.

When your enemy attacks, be elsewhere, Sun Tsu had said. While he didn't think her move was as much attack as desperation, that was still a sound principal. He'd already shifted his weight to his left leg and started to raise his right foot in preparation for the throw he'd planned. It was only a slight redirection of movement to step where her arms crossed and hop off his planted left leg as she slid through where he had been standing.

Still letting Dora do most of the work, and knowing both her knife and wand would be pinned for an instant he let her body catch his left toe, used her momentum to start his rotation as he threw a front flip with a half twist off her crossed arms. It was a pretty move, close and tight, landing on his toes and dropping to his knees behind her as Pandora slid to a stop. It would have been good for at least a 9.5 unless the Russian judge skunked the scoring.

He let all the magic he'd been holding ready ease off and pressed the tip of his index finger to the base of her skull. "Oops," he said quietly. "Want to talk about it after I've done some healing? And what is this damned itchy thing you threw at me?"

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pandacharms
2014-10-08 08:33 am UTC (link)

Dora grunted as all the sudden she had him somehow how her crossed arms. She had a flicker of gratitude as she didn't smash into his knees, however, as she really hadn't been looking forward to that. She flipped her hands up in acknowledgement that he had her to rights in this one.

She went ahead and simply flopped back onto the roof, knees still bent under her, not really caring as she focussed on her breathing. "Good match. That was brilliant," she told him genuinely, looking up at him from the ground and not caring. She'd held her own enough she was proud. "And healing would probably be good. I'm not really sure what's wrong with me yet." She would have to look herself over; she could, distantly, feel hurts, but her mind still wasn't terribly connected to them.

She smirked at him. "My own charm. A particularly virulent type of poison ivy. Itches like fuck, don't it?" She rolled onto her stomach and carefully stretched her legs straight, not really keen on rolling back and looking at the damage. "I think this is going to hurt tomorrow."

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the_richard
2014-10-08 09:01 am UTC (link)

"Right. Didn't even think to look to the plant world for a counter. He popped easily to his feet and walked over to the abandoned sword, sending his fighting robes back to his flat and keeping only his workout clothes. Picking up the sword he deactivated the trap spell, pushing the released magic into the blade. "This is yours, by the way. At least until I get the goblins to make you your own set. Partly charged with your own magic, too. Roll over and grab it. It will give you something to think about while I see what you've done to yourself."

Rich handed the blade hilt-first to Dora and reached down the back of his collar for his healing wand. "Obviously, this did not happen, I am not a healer." He touched the tip of the wand to the side if his neck and whispered a small spell. "Now, I can immobilize your legs while I do this or you can hold real still for me. Cleaning up what you did to your knees will be delicate work if I don't want to leave any scars."

He touched the tip of his wand to the knot he'd given her on the side of the head to take away the pain and the lump. That sort of thing he could still do quick and easy. When you'd trained to heal dragons, you worked fast and did big magics. But during the war Alicia had taught him delicate work, people healing. It didn't make him a real healer, but he was as good as any of the trauma healers at St. Mungoes.

"And the next thing for you to think about after you decide what sort of a patient you'll be, is where did things start going wrong for you when we fought?"

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pandacharms
2014-10-08 11:40 am UTC (link)

"I invented it after this damned Romanian wizard put me in the hospital during a duel. Showed him next time we dueled." Dora sighed and rolled back over and sheathed her knife before reaching for the handle of the blade, holding it above her, completely ignoring her legs. "So what all does it do when charged?" She asked curiously.

"I know nothing," she intoned, though she kept an eye on him as he used his wand on her. She levered herself up more sitting and winced reflexively at her legs, more at the sight than anything. "Well that's a bitch," she said, wiggling her toes. She tugged up the fabric a bit on one side, wrinkling her nose. "I can hold still. I'm not really feeling it yet. And my vanity would appreciate the lack of scars, please." She eyed him as he fixed the bump on her head, which had been her biggest worry up til then, if she were honest, even though her arm still slowly bled.

She lay back down, leaving her legs half bent and accessible in front of her while she went back to studying the sword a few inches from her face. "Well they started to go wrong when I locked and warded my trunk and didn't grab my robe and boots beforehand," she stated matter of factly. "You had the advantage on me from the start with that. That, and you had the home ground."

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