Appointments

[misterbrief]

Appointments Post



This post is an IC post for getting a hold of this jerk @ luceti. Why you'd want to do that, I have no idea.
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[urallmaggots]

[Albel hated defeat, as evidenced by the number of times Fayt had handed him his ass. It wasn't much better in this case, being far out classed even if he didn't want to admit it. Still, it was a bit ironic; the one time someone finally has the idea to kill him after handing him a defeat, and he actually didn't want to die this time. Fayt was obviously a poor influence on him.]

[His head knocked against the stone wall with each blast, and birds were dancing around his darkening vision. He let out a horrid cough, blood spattering against the sarong in his face, but that didn't keep him from having the last laugh.]

...hah... s-still... a worm...

[And with that, he was out like a light.]

[misterbrief]

[He doesn't care if it's Fayt's fault or not. As far as he's concerned, it's all Albel's fault. But upon seeing Albel pass out, he stops, disgusted.]

There, are you happy? Your idiotic associate there is out cold. That will teach him. He's lucky I didn't rip him limb from limb. Next time I won't show so much kindness to something so worthless and pathetic as him.

[etherealblast]

[Fayt just glares harshly at Vegeta, letting go of his arm and walking over to try to take a better look at Albel. In the position he was in, it was hard to get a good look at everything, but he looked like he'd taken more than enough of a beating at Vegeta's hand.

He grimaces sharply at the sight of the gauntlet though. It looked totaled. What was Albel thinking?]

Trust me when I say a repeat performance of this isn't going to get you anywhere. Now drop him, will you? You've done enough.

[His tone is more than a little pissed off-- at himself, Albel and Vegeta.]

[misterbrief]

It's out of my hands now. I can't just will away an already existing manifestation like those rings now. He's stuck there, and he's not getting down unless someone removes him from it themselves.

[Which is sort of a lie. He probably could use his own energy to dissipate the rings but he won't. It goes against his pride, and his anger simply won't let him show mercy.]

So have fun getting him down yourself.

[etherealblast]

What?! [So he could make those things, but he couldn't unmake them? That....] Isn't that a little slap dash for you?

[He crosses his arms, that glare morphing into a pointed, questioning look. It sounded like a lie to him, but he wasn't going to waste his breath on calling him out on it beyond that. He needed to get Albel down.]

And how am I supposed to do that, anyway?

[misterbrief]

Figure it out.

[He's so pissed off, and totally done with this whole escapade. He turns on his heel, and powers up and with a gust of wind, takes off into the sky, a blue streak in his wake.

Bye Fayt-!]

[etherealblast]

[.....Jackass.

And with a near growl of frustration, Fayt gets to work trying to pry some rock from the cliffside to get at the bindings, using sticks, rocks and whatever else he can try to pry at it with.

At least until he remembers the ring in his pocket an hour later and just disintegrates a small portion of the rock wall behind Albel.]