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023 - action

[Dale Cooper is normally a kind, polite man, but if you catch him around Ecruteak late on Halloween ... he's gleefully disturbing people he comes across by either threatening them or being a total creep. That cane he's got might as well be a weapon. And if you give him reason, he just might use it as one.]

[When you think you're Mr Hyde, there are no morals to hold you back, after all. And he's looking pretty pleased with this, strolling about, perhaps even whistling -- with an off smile in place.]

(ooc: late cause of timezones, but feel free to pick a fight with evil!Coop here. he's going to have a blast. also warning for possible triggery-ness - ~~BOB~~ mr Hyde is a creeper, and thus, this will be a creeper entry.)

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_{[Something that both birds and Heather have in common is that they're really friggin' hard to hit when you're just sort of flailing around.]

[She knows it.]

[And she is being an absolute little troll about it.]

[If she'd been herself... yes. She'd have been terrified. If not for her own wellbeing (after all, Cooper is just a man. She's beaten MONSTERS), then for ... well, LOOK at him. The man she'd opened up to and put her trust in, looking like THIS? Yeah. Fucking scary.]

[But fortunately, she's not herself.]

['Herself' would probably remember this and be like '... the FUCK?' in the morning. But for now? Ducking, weaving, bobbing, dodging, feinting, dancing closer and then backwards like a dog holding a stolen shoe that you need to put on RIGHT NOW... and uttering those laughlike crow's cries the entire time.]

[U MAD?]}

_{[Yes. Yes, VERY mad.]

[But that much should have been clear since she STARTED this little ordeal. He's getting increasingly angry by the second, but at this point it's growing colder from the white-hot rage he was in just now. Yeah, he's going back to colder, more calculated ... because it's getting pretty obvious that this isn't working.]

[So it's with a shaky breath (unstable from nothing more than pent up fury, of course) that he stands straight, actually dusts himself off, all the while keeping his eyes on her ... and then stays still.]

[But his grip of the cane suggests that he might not be still for too long, should she approach. Which he's hoping he will.]}

Here, little bird... come here.

_{[And his voice is tense with the way he is well and truly starting to hate her, but is he going to just let her go? No.]}

_{[H-hey, to be fair, she was only following him at first! ... With the intention of picking his pockets, yes, but still! He's the one who came over and tried to take off her face. That's not cool, Mr. Hyde. You can't just take peoples' faces off. That's psycho behavior.]

[When he pauses, she does too, a safe distance away. Her stance is hunched and she's swaying slightly, ready to dash off again at a moment's notice. It's like a dog's play-bow, in a way-- after all, that's all this is to her. A game.]

[She tilts her head sharply at the words, eying him up and down once more.]

[8) You're totally gonna try and hit me with that again aren't you.]

[Still, she sloooowly edges forward, uttering a low grok grok grok noise deep in her throat.]}

_{[Well, Mr. Hyde is more or less a psycho, isn't he? So that argument sort of falls short. If he wants to take someone's face off, he'll do it.]

[And yep. Yep, he's gonna try. But not now. Not until he thinks he can.]

[Thing is that yeah, she's fast - but he's not slow. Moreover, there's a cold patience in his stance now, not to mention his eyes, and he's watching her every move much like a predator would.]

[You are mine and I'm going to have you.]}

_{[... That's a pretty good point.]

[Slow hop forward. She may be fearless, but she's not necessarily AIMING to get whacked. That would be silly.]

[So instead she's cautiously hopping forward, chattering lowly.]

[Still want cane. Or eyeballs. One or the other.]}

_{[Just keep getting closer. He changes his grip on the cane slightly, but otherwise stays still, and just waits for her.]

[It's like the most bizarre rendering of trying to get a bird to eat from your hand. Except if this had actually been that scenario, he would have tried to crush the bird in his grip.]

[Here, the bird isn't a bird, but since she clearly ACTS like one, yeah -- just waiting for her to dare a peck.]}

_{[It is, isn't it.]

[Except the bird is a little more ... aware, in this scenario.]

[She continues to hop closer in that bizarre gait, her hands dragging on the ground. Almost like one of those birds that fakes a broken wing to lure predators away from its nest. Except in this case, it's not a wing she's faking.]

[Finally, juuuuust as she's entering beating range.... she SCRAPES a hand across the ground and kicks up a spray of dust, grit, and gravel at him. ... At his face, more specifically.]}

_{[And it hits him JUST as he throws himself at her, which means she hits him pretty much straight on, and damn that is going to sting like HELL the next hour - but with a little luck, he was on the right way.]

[That had been something of a tackle, see, because if he can trap her against the ground that would be pretty damn ideal.]

[Not so much hope of that now - in fact, now would be the best time for her to just struggle free and RUN, had she been anyone else, but maybe he could still knock her down and grab hold of her despite goddamn dirt in his eyes.]

[... but hey maybe said dirt makes them less shiny and attractive.]}

_{[Prepared for the tackle, she throws herself out of the way-- but he might be able to get hold of a handful of that fluttery cloth if he's fast and vicious enough. It's not like you need good eyesight to grab at what's essentially a flashy cape.]

[If he succeeds, she'll squawk and stumble, flailing and scrabbling at the dirt.]}

_{[It's all incredibly messy right now but he does grab a hold of the fabric. Blinking furiously to try to get the goddamn everything out of his eyes, he'll just keep CLAWING at her, try to reel her in and go from there.]

[But she's still got all her limbs free, so she can probably ... cause some damage whether she's on the ground or not. The first thing he'll go for is her arms. Again. And though somewhat blindly, he's still moving with a confidence that coupled with his anger makes him pretty vicious indeed.]}

_{[Blind or not, once you get a grip on something it's pretty easy to yank it-- and Heather, considering that in her own little reality right now, that poncho is her wings, she's not willing to shed it and take off like she would be under normal circumstances.]

[Among the many other unpleasant discoveries she'll be making in the morning, one will be a hell of a lot of dirt under her fingernails as she's dragged backwards across the ground, cawing raspily.]

[But bird or not, Heather is still... well, Heather-ish, so needless to say, before he can get a grip on her arms, she's determined to break free somehow. When she finds herself unable to resist being dragged (he is stronger than her), she twists around with a croak and legs her legs hard, aiming for whatever part of him he can hit in hopes of doing some damage before her legs get pinned. And if he drags her close enough-- she'll be clawing at his face again.]}

_{[She hits her pretty hard in the chest with a foot, but he's set on hurting her more than she's hurting him - which is why yeah, she's going to get to claw at his face, because that's the only way he'll get her close enough to try to choke her again...]

[Not that he'll get to that just yet. In an effort to get her to stop moving, he's going to aim a pretty impressive hit towards her head. Well, impressive if it hits, but if it doesn't it's probably enough to alarm her to some degree, because it's fast and with a fury that means he'd be more than happy to crack her skull if he could.]}

_{[The kick knocks the wind out of her-- and the raucous squawking sputters out with a wheeze as her lungs try to get back on their feet.]

[This is an instance where she's lucky to have her mask-- it'll leave some ugly bruises where the edges press into her face, but at least it's marginally good protection for her face. If his knuckles meet the hard mask, they'll be rewarded with some bruising-- but on the other hand, if he hits her in the BACK of the head, there's not much she can do about that.]

[Needless to say, she ups her efforts with the scratching and kicking, having fallen eerily silent.]}

_{[Silent, huh...]

[Yeah, he does wind up hitting her mask, which causes the skin on his knuckles to tear a little. He can definitely expect bruises later, but it's probably clear that's the last thing on his mind right now. Especially given how many he's already likely to get from her kicks (which hurt, but he's determined to ignore them) and the burning sensation her never-ending scratching leaves behind.]

[He'll just raise that fist for another blow.]}

_{[Still not making a sound (although perhaps now it's out of the earnestness of the fight rather than the inability to, she darts her hands out to grab that fist if she can-- it's not so much that she'd be able to hold it back from hitting, but trying to punch something that's actively holding onto that fist can be rather awkward.]

[At the same time, she's on her back, and drawing both legs up to try and kick him HARD in the gut, kangaroo-style. Anything to get him OFF of her for a second.]}

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