[HH 1v1] Clash of the jerks. [Vanya & Taym]

[LOLTERNATIVE]

Vanya was in the haunted house again, despite the outcome of her last venture in here. She was sure this time it would end differently - she'd entered her second year now and was stronger than she had been when she foolishly entered here before. She stood in a room, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. An uneasy feeling settled on her and she was certain someone - or something - was coming for her. She shivered, rubbing her arms though she wasn't cold. Goosebumps prickled her skin and she pursed her lips, taking a few steps back so her back was against a wall and she was watching the entrance, claws flexing a little.

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5: ALL PLAYERS AT ANY POINT CAN FORFEIT THEIR ATTACK TO ROLL 2d12. If you roll odd, you do this damage to your opponent. If you roll even, you do this damage to YOURSELF - no modifier, you can ONLY DO THIS ONCE. You feel an uneasy unsettling feeling, as if something is coming, but you can't place what or when.

Rejam

 

[Rejam]

LOLTERNATIVE

With HH duty back on the roster it was only a matter of time before Taym found himself here. He'd found some way to phrase the question of why he wasn't being paired off with someone that didn't make him come across as too cowardly, but they'd seen through it and had only given him a withering look at the laddered trim of his coat and asked him exactly how many of the the others he'd actually encountered.

He'd said one. It hadn't been strictly true, not in the sense that they'd been asking. And then he'd gone in.

The growing sensation that he was being tailed had reached a point of nearly unbearable tension by the time he'd found the door. He'd put his back to it, in the thought that whatever had slithered down the corridor with him had to catch up with him here and maybe he'd be in a corner but at least he could face it, but nothing had arrived, and the horrible thought kept growing and growing that maybe something would open the door. The thought became a suspicion and then a certainty, and finally, when he could no longer stand the idea, he turned and abruptly yanked it open himself, sure he'd find some horrible gaping maw on the other side.

What he found instead was an empty space, and across it, Vanya.

Fionnghal was a sudden flash of gold-white light in the room, a slender, elegant little blade that he was mentally comparing to the monster's claws, but he didn't move. He was rooted to the spot and it took several beats for him to realize what she was (or wasn't) wearing, and the realization that he'd been sizing up her claws instead made him realize exactly how terrified he was, how unnatural she was, and how serious the situation was.

He flexed his fingers nervously along the hilt of the knife and said nothing, nor did he make a move to attack. He just stood there motionless and taut as a guitar string, humming with tension, with the open hallway at his back feeling suddenly full of things still worse than the thing he was looking at.  

[LOLTERNATIVE]