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Julian x Bryce - Damian x Céline
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Aug 16, 2013 08:24PM

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"Can... Do you think I can turn his pencil into something else?" Bryce asked, frowning in thought.

Bryce breathed a laugh, daring to hope he was right. "That is... If I got enough energy left in me to do it..." Changing the form of something was very tallying on the soul.

Bryce blinked at him stupidly. The what? "The Equinox Cup?" He echoed. "I... Didn't know there was another."
Bryce breathed a short laugh and ran his hand over his face again. "Figures. At least I'll get to sleep on it though..."

Bryce smirked and bit back a laugh at the reference to 'man cakes'. He'd never heard that one before. "Do you think he would do that?" He asked, wondering if they got to choose partners or not.

Bryce let out a whoosh of air and collapsed back onto the mattress. "Alright..." He said tiredly. "When do I go up again?"
"Oh good." Bryce smiled a little, relieved, and sat up once more. "I need an hour too, I think... I just... Feel like sleeping my youth away."
Bryce raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Or I beat the daylights out of you. Which I'm sorry about by the way..." He really did feel guilty about that.

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Bryce sighed a little and watch as Jake slipped off to sleep. "All right. Thank you Jake." He meant it in more ways than one. "It's..." How could he say this? "It's nice to have a friend."
Bryce tilted his head down and to the side so he could watch him. Wow... It was a weird feeling to actually be liked beyond formalities. He didn't know what to do. He'd never really had a friend before. There were people he got along with and talked to, but never beyond 'hello' and 'what's that?'.

There was always 'stop touching me', as well, considering that was usually what conspired around him. People just wanted to touch him all the time. He was usually cold enough to keep the perverts away, but otherwise people were always hugging Bryce, clapping Bryce on the shoulder, shaking Bryce's hand, mussing Bryce's hair... It never ended. Maybe it was because he just seemed so proper all the time it inspired pity in others. That was a depressing notion.
Bryce gently moved Jake off of him and onto the piece of bed beside him. Poor guy was tired...
Bryce gently moved Jake off of him and onto the piece of bed beside him. Poor guy was tired...

Bryce rubbed his eyes. Watching Jake sleep made him tired as well... God. But could he sleep if he had to go up in an hour? After a moment of pondering, Bryce decided it was worth the risk and he turned onto his side and closed his eyes.


Bryce gave him a hesitant smile back before nodding. "I'll try, thank you Jake." He turned and started into the elevator. He gave him a small wave before punching the button with his palm and watching the doors slide shut. "See you on the other side."

Unsurprisingly, this round was proving to be a lot more nerve racking; although you could never tell. Bryce was nervous as hell but he looked as calm as ever... One of his talents. The elevator door slid open and he stepped back out into the arena.

Ahhh, well. He would have to come up with a new strategy. Nothing was ever so easy as simply turning a pencil into a apple, now was it? Bryce walked into his little corner of the arena so he was straight across from Bailey. This was better... Now he was in the atmosphere again everything was just a little more energized. On cue, a soccer ball sized ball of humming blue energy materialized underneath Bryce's palm as he waited for a go; waving slightly at his opponent with his free hand. "Good afternoon Bailey."

Bryce nodded uncertainly and gave him a small shrug. "I hope you didn't put any money into that bet." In the back of his mind, Bryce was grinning away to his small retort. Listen to him cocktalk... He was getting better at this. At a prod from his mind, the soles of Bailey's runners melted onto the ground like super glue. "Good luck."

Bryce just stood there for a while, nose a little crooked that let little trickles of blood run down into his slightly parted mouth. A wonderful bruise was making it's first print on the side of his head. Gorgeous.
He shook his head and took a step back, a protective bubble forming around him again. "Fool me once," he partly quoted, then made a thick wax casing suddenly form around Baily; with the exception of his face, of course. He didn't want to suffocate the guy.
He shook his head and took a step back, a protective bubble forming around him again. "Fool me once," he partly quoted, then made a thick wax casing suddenly form around Baily; with the exception of his face, of course. He didn't want to suffocate the guy.

Bryce was breathing heavy now. Damn it damn it damn it. He would have swore, but that was against his books. Or his parents' books anyway. This next move was a change that was instantaneous and impossible to doge. Bailey's feet turned to, wait for it, plutonium.
Not taking any chances, Bryce encased himself in a mummy-like styrofoam box.
Not taking any chances, Bryce encased himself in a mummy-like styrofoam box.

A little square of styrofoam popped out of place and Bryce's grey eyes peered out at him. "I beg your pardon?"
Slowly, the box disintigrated around him. Bryce hesitated before kneeling next to Bailey, but out of arm's reach. "Does it hurt?" He asked curiously.
"Thank you very much Bailey." Bryce said, and although it was obvious he meant it, his expression didn't change in the slightest. "Good game."

Surprisingly, Bryce wasn't dead. He knelt there for a long moment after Bailey had disappeared, then climbed back onto his feet and made his way to the elevator.
Bryce hugged him back, and nodded. "Thank you Jake." Came the robotic response, but he was grinning nonetheless. "I couldn't have done it without you..."