[1 vs 1 ] Dark Side [Mengyao & Lan]

[kuropeco]

It was neither difficult nor unwarranted to find Lan, Mengyao still as unsteady on his feet as ever, though the bleeding had stopped. He was not entirely in the right state of mind, however, and there was an oddly bright look to his dual colored eyes that was not normally there, the grey on his face standing out starkly against the pale of his skin.

"Lan. Lan. Where oh where are you, my friend?"

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[kuropeco]

He felt dizzy, disoriented, somehow unhinged - and, more importantly, he did not care who saw him this way, nor did he particularly care about his own appearance. Still dressed in a simple tunic and pants with his hair free about his shoulders, the blood smeared across his neck and chest was obvious, as was the half crazed brightness of his eyes.

Mengyao smiled, and it was too wide for his face.

"Lan," he said, and reached out, grabbing her wrist. "Lan. So certain of yourself, aren't you? So filled with confidence all the time?"

He pushed her away roughly.

"So very good, aren't you?"


[ HP: 40
DMG: 2 ]  

[kuropeco]

He snorted, an ungraceful, undignified sound. "I do what I wish to," said Mengyao, waving a hand, and the motion made him slide slightly off balance, his body twisting to keep from falling. He staggered back upright and leaned in close to Lan, the same smirk twisting his lips upwards in an unpleasant mockery of his normal smile.

"What lies you speak. None of us are good, least of all myself, but you are not nearly as good as you think you are."

He pushed her again, feeling reckless, feeling an odd sense of anger and frustration welling in the pit of his stomach. A part of him was shouting that this was Lan, his childhood friend, and one of the only people who could put up with him other than Lifen -

- but another part of him could not stop, did not want to stop.


[ HP: 40
DMG: 4 ]  

[kuropeco]

He let out a harsh laugh that was halfway hollow and halfway bitter. "Who says I'm pleased to see you?" Mengyao asked. "I was merely looking for you on the premise that you would be here, and I see I am correct. You are, I'm afraid, vastly predictable."

He stumbled back a little and the smile slipped, just a fraction. He reached up a hand, rubbing at his bloodied neck, and the voices swayed, buzzing against his skull.

"No. You're only as good as you pretend to be."

And then he shoved her again.


HP: 46
DMG: 5

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[kuropeco]

His fingers were red, red with the blood that Senga had drawn, red with his own blood, evidence that he was no longer the person that he could be, that he wanted to be, that he would never be again.

A hiss of pain escaped from between his lips at Lan's touch, and a dark look passed across his face.

"Do not do that again," he snapped, and reached for her wrist, twisting her away from him. "You are full of lies, you realize this? You will never see the truth again."

His head hurt. He couldn't think straight, could hardly think at all -


HP: 35
DMG: 5

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[kuropeco]

He could no longer decipher his own thoughts from the voices in his head. Mengyao closed his eyes briefly, hoping to dispel some of them, but to no avail. They were still there, just as they always would be.

"I don't have to do what you say," he snapped, tossing her hand away. "You have no right to tell me what to do, Lan."


HP: 30
DMG: 3

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[kuropeco]

The glancing blow from Lan's weapon made him let out a small gasp of pain, Mengyao's eyes flashing. He did not appreciate her using such a thing on him, and for a moment the anger flared up in his stomach, his head buzzing with the voices.

"Do not do that again."


HP: 20
DMG: 1

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