Iaaaaaaan...Come Out Come Out And Play!

[Logan Andrews]

I apparate to the ground where Speare Mansion used to be. They were rebuilding it, nearly done by the looks of it, but no one was around now.
Or they shouldn't be at least.
Not in the middle of the night.
I'd sent him an owl, unsigned but he'd have worked it out.
The question was whether he'd show or not.
Smirking, I call out into the dark, "Iaaaaaaan...come out come out and play!"

[Ian Hunt]

I step forward from the shadow of the house, I'd been watching him since he'd apparated here.
It was stupid to turn up, I knew. But I wasn't a coward.
"How old are you, Logan? Five?"

[ooc-haha lmao. the solution to all boredom. fuck with ian.]

[Logan Andrews]

My smirk grows as I turn round to look at him, holding my wand loosely by my side, "Casting aspersions on my maturity? Well, I'll have you know I have made a very mature decision."

{lol you know it. can i kill him? please, please, please, can i kill him? *makes eyes go all wide and innocent*}

[Ian Hunt]

"Oh?" I say, humouring him just to be aggravating, slipping my hand in my pocket and closing it around my wand, "And what would that be?"

[ooc-aww well aren't you an ugly fuck. if we killed him what would we do when we were bored?]

[Logan Andrews]

"Well, you see, we're both young, Ian. We're both young men, we've got our whole lives ahead of us. Hell, you're going to have a family. And well, I had this-...this epiphany, right? I'm sick of this." I nod, "I'm sick of this constant tension, between us."

{*slaps*...whore...oh yeah, good point. um...can we fatally wound him?}

[Ian Hunt]

"Tension? You mean constant stream of failed murder attempts?" I supply, arching an eyebrow, wondering where he was going with this.

[ooc-*slaps back*...bitch...if we fatally wounded him he'd die. duh.]

[Logan Andrews]

"Yes, well, like I said it was an epiphany. Life changing, really." I nod solemnly.

{not necessarily...haha that word again. lol. ugh don't say duh, you sound like pip.}

[Ian Hunt]

"Logan, I'm sick of this game already. What do you want?"

[ooc-yes necessarily, fatal means when you die from it dumbass. oh wow yeah it is that word. you spelt it right and everything. lol. ahhhh...kill me now.]

[Logan Andrews]

I pretend to pout, "Oh Ian, you don't let me play my favourite games."
I take a long drawn out sigh, then move forward so I was within reach, then smile, "Let's play a different game."

{oh yeah, damn. unless your in monty python. she turned me into a newt!...i got better...lmao. i know, aren't i clever? and oh boy don't tempt me you faggot.}

[Ian Hunt]

I automatically try and take a step back, but my back encounters the wall. I didn't like that smile.

[ooc-lol but this isn't monty python or things would be decided by weighing ducks. no, you're not. and i'm not the faggot here you fucking slag.]

[Logan Andrews]

I smirk, "Trapped, cornered, I like that. I'm winning."

{oh yeah true. COCKFAGNOBLICKER! yeah, that's you. anyway...can i like slit his throat and leave him?}

[Ian Hunt]

I don't say anything for a moment, looking directly at him, "What do you want?" I repeat.

[ooc-dude, you should get those outbursts checked out. yeah go ahead and do that. drama drama drama...]

[Logan Andrews]

"Besides a slow and painful death for you...um...not much. I'm quite content." I smile peacefully, "However, I'm assuming you mean why do I want you here? You should be more clear. Well, as I was saying before you so rudely interrupted me, tsk tsk, manners, I've had an epiphany. And basically, I don't think we should waste our time hating and fighting and insulting and trying to off each other. All in all, I've had enough. It's getting old. Let's change the record."
I close my hand round his throat and slam him backwards against the wall, hard, "Let's finish this. Now."

{lol me and my outbursts are very happy thank you. cool i will. lol, yeah, drama ftw.}

[Ian Hunt]

I choke slightly, involuntarily, immediately trying to tear his hand away, ignoring the twinge of pain as he slammed me against the wall.

[ooc-roflmmfaosstfu! haha.]

[Logan Andrews]

I smirk and let go of him, raising my wand, confidently examining a scratch on the wood as if I wasn't paying him my full attention, giving him a small chance to arm himself, before casually flicking my wand at him, Crucio.

{lmao do you even know what you just typed at me?}

[Ian Hunt]

I don't have time to block the curse and I bite my lip hard to stop myself crying out with pain, clenching my fists so hard the nails punctured the skin of my palms, Finite Incantatem. Incendio.

[ooc-yes yes i do. work it out man!]

[Logan Andrews]

I flick my wand lazily at the flame, Glacius.
"Honestly, Ian, the best you could do?"
Diffindo.

{ooh! ooh! i got it...roll on floor laughing my mother fucking ass off so shut the fuck up!}

[Ian Hunt]

I hastily duck out of the way as the bricks I'd been standing in front of moment's before cracked loudly and duck away from the wall so I wouldn't be cornered any longer, Sectumsempra.

[ooc-...dude...claire told you didn't she?]

[Logan Andrews]

I blink surprised as he dodges the curse and then even more surprised as deep cuts open all down my arm from my shoulder to my elbow. My eyes narrow, "I don't like this game when you're winning," Crucio. Incendio. Diffindo. Confringo. Sectumsempra. Lacarnum Inflammarae.

{damn it. why do you always assume i can't work anything out without her help? lol.}

[Ian Hunt]

I block the crucio and dodge both the burst of flame and confringo at the same time, but the diffindo hits my arm, making it crack loudly, severing the bone.
I yell in pain, legs buckling with the sudden burst of agony, clutching my arm, almost oblivious to the sectumsempra opening a few shallow cuts on my temple, but unfortunately not oblivious to the great ball of fire that shot at me with his last curse.
Gritting my teeth with pain, my body starts to sting with heat and I fall to the floor, unable to remain upright.

[ooc-cos you're the dumb twin. duh....ugh...i just typed it again. i'm gonna have to burn pip at the stake.]

[Logan Andrews]

"Oh," I say in mock sympathy, "Oh, Ian," I cross the ground to crouch next to him, shoving him off his knees and onto the floor completely, "Too much for you?"

{i am not the dumb twin! well you know what? my character's owning yours so. yeah. owned like a fish. oooh cool, burn her at the stake. reckon they'll carry out her last wish?}

[Ian Hunt]

I cough dryly from the heat, attempting to get up again by getting onto my hands and knees, but everything starts to spin with pain as I put weight on my arm and I collapse back to the floor, clutching it to my chest.

[ooc-lol. yeah well...*no comebacks* her last wish? no way. they're gonna put Jacqueline on her gravestone. they won't put Pip on there. they just wont. lol.]

[Logan Andrews]

"Well, here we are again. This situation is very familiar." I sigh, sitting cross-legged on the floor by his side, "You have to fight back to mean it. Shame you've still got that refusal to hurt your old ex-friend mentality. It'll be the death of you, one of these days," I look up at the dark sky, "Or nights. Maybe this very night. Could put you out of your misery..."
I draw back my fist and punch him hard in the stomach.

{we can try and convince em though. like she made us promise. lol.}

[Ian Hunt]

I choke, half-rolling onto my side and coughing blood onto the grass.
"Bastard," I growl, "Just fucking do it, if you're going to."

[ooc-she was drunk. XD lol have you asked her out yet?]

[Logan Andrews]

"Oh, I'm going to, I just want to play a little first," I smirk, taking my knife out of my pocket, testing a pale forefinger along the blade, then looking at him, "I used this to help drive pretty pretty Erin to suicide, did you know that? Carved her up all over, bled her nearly to death trying to get information. And then just for the fun of it. She screamed. Sometimes she even screamed for you. I wish I could have seen it. You know, when she jumped. Wish I'd seen it. You did. You couldn't catch her. Couldn't even do that right. You know what I wish I'd seen more though? I wish I'd seen your reaction. First time, when we made her fake her death, murdered her right in front of you, that-...that was priceless. Saddest Goddamn thing I've ever seen. Which of course was the funniest in my eyes. You were completely powerless, just like you are now, didn't we fuck you up so bad you could hardly move? And she screamed, she screamed at us to stop and leave you alone. So we did. Yes we did. We left you alone and fucked with her."
I flick my wand at him again, Crucio, crucio, crucio.
"Just like that. But worse. And oh, you yelled at us to stop but you couldn't do anything. And then she stopped moving. I remember that part. You just went so quiet. Silence. Dead silence. Haha, dead. My favourite joke."

{XD lol. *glares* no i have not and no i will not and no i don't like like pip like that so piss off. god, i get this 24/7 irl and now i get it on here too.}

[Ian Hunt]

"Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!" I roar.

[ooc-well know what they say. no rest for the wicked.]

[Logan Andrews]

"Make me," I smirk, "But you know what? You can't. Funny."

{and you are definitely wicked. meant in the evil sense of the word not the awesome one before you get any ideas and that fat head of yours swells even more.}

[Ian Hunt]

"Bastard," I mutter, leaning my head back on the floor, not sure how much longer I could actually stay conscious.

[ooc-haha. just cos i know your secret...*grins evilly*]

[Logan Andrews]

"Oh, don't tell me you're giving in already?" I tut, then roll my eyes, "Well, if you say so. You know, I have a special death in store for you. I'm going to do it, just how you do. Just what you did to all those people over the years on orders. Slitting the throat. That's what I'm going to do."

{you know fuck all. you just guessed and you're wrong. *glares* you know what? i'm coming over there. gonna bitch slap you.}

[Ian Hunt]

I close my eyes a moment, then open them again, looking up at the sky rather than at him, "Then do it," I say softly.

[ooc-i'd like to see you drag your lazy ass down the street to come bitch slap me whore.]