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@JINDRICHZESKALICE

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@JINDRICHZESKALICE
20ish / m / bisexual / 6♤

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Height 6'0" Body Type muscular Smokes no Drinks yes Drugs ?? Sign ?? Education decent Occupation blacksmith, page Income ?? Children no Pets Pebbles (horse), Mutt (dog) Hobbies alchemy, blacksmithing, playing dice, drinking

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01. WINE OR BEER

either

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

what is this

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

bath

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

what is a ninja

.05 TITS OR ASS

both

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

what is this

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

spicy

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

summer

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

leather

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

either

Personality Type
ENFJ-A - The Protagonist

ENERGY79%
extroverted
MIND54%
intuitive
NATURE58%
feeling
TACTICS76%
judging
IDENTITY54%
assertive

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Alright. I'll see you there, then. Be careful.

[ As in, he doesn't want Dodger to have second thoughts and run off to Esikko's anyway.

Then he pauses, scoffing gently at the words. ]

I'll always answer, Dodger. Just assume something's wrong if I don't.

...Still. Thanks.

[He will keep that in mind, though. And possibly completely panic if Henry ever doesn't pick up.

Dodger ends up showing up a little bit later, closer to the forty minute mark. He didn't necessarily want to be holding the collar where other people could see it, so it's stashed in the backpack that he drops by the door of the training room once he's teleported in. He's still got a fair amount of anxious energy about him, but... he didn't go after Esikko again. And that's progress.

He's also got some red staining around one of his bandages, but that's... probably fine. They're fairly common, especially when he's stressed.]

Hey. I didn't keep you waiting too long, did I?

You're welcome.

[ He leaves it at that and readies himself to go to the Talon. Not that it takes much. He still doesn't own a lot and it's not like he's got some gym clothes to change into. If needed he'll just take off his shirt.

When Dodger doesn't immediately appear around the 30 minute mark (give or take), Henry might start to pace a little, probably assuming the worst.

It's the first time ever he's a little relieved to see the man appear out of flames and nothingness. ]

You did, you arse. [ But he's offering a smile anyway. ] So show me that collar thing, how it works.

Well, first thing.

[He pulls the collar and its remote out of his bag, but before anything else he walks over to press a kiss to Henry's lips, and drag him into a hug. He needs those, for his own sanity.

And once he's satisfied with his hug, Dodger pulls back to show Henry the collar. It's very similar to a modern shock collar - a metal box on one end, with a light that's currently off, and short prongs pressing in toward the wearer A loop of some kind of very tough fabric extends from it, with a piece at the end meant to slot into the metal box.]

This is a power suppression collar. It's got the same metal in it that makes my medication work, but y'know, more of it. It's meant to shut off my powers and give me an electrical shock if I try to use them anyway - which is safe, it just doesn't feel great.

[Says the man that has never actually worn one.

He holds up the remote afterward - similar to a car fob, it has a similar light that's currently off and two buttons along its face. Dodger presses a smaller button on the side and a key slides out of it.]

When you wanna take it off, you press the key into the slot and turn it clockwise. The buttons... do something, I know one of them delivers a manual shock, not sure what the other one does.

[ Henry blinks briefly, and then brings his arms up around Dodger to return the hug, sturdy and firm. He's glad to see that no completely terrible decisions have been made yet.

But he's completely studious as he turns his attention to the collar and the buttons. It's genuinely a bit of a relief that it has to do with the kind of key Henry is more familiar with. ]

Thank God. That I can do.

[ He isn't sure he wants to imagine what the other button could do though, if one of them makes that electricity stuff. ]

Good. Figured it wouldn't be too tough for you - cops can figure them out.

[Even on the rare occasions that Dodger tries not to seem like a full criminal, he can never hide how much he hates the police.]

Uh... safety thing. Don't touch me while it's shocking me- if it shocks me. You'll just end up getting shocked, too. And believe me, it hurts.

[Not that he entirely trusts Henry not to do something stupid and heroic if given the option... but okay, time for the moment of truth. Dodger presses the remote into Henry's hand, takes a deep breath, and slides the collar on. It snaps into place, and the lights on both it and the remote turn green.

Nothing visually changes, past some discomfort on Dodger's face as his temperature goes down. He's tempted to test out his powers, but... he knows what having his powers shut off feels like, and he's not in a hurry to get electrocuted.]

...Fuck. Yeah, it's working.

[Somewhere in the back of his mind, some gears are turning. That this feels uniquely similar to Augustine's mutation, even more than it feels like Esikko's spell. But the mind is great at not seeing what it doesn't want to see.]

I wasn't expecting an actual key.

[ But he's very okay with it. And he doesn't really know enough about cops to understand that reference at all so he's just going to take it as a good thing.

Henry nods then. ]

Alright. Hopefully won't need to deal with that at all.

[ He doesn't really want to bring Dodger pain. You know, outside of the training ring.

He makes sure the remote is tucked away safely but still easy for him to get to, and then waits for Dodger to put the collar on and adjust to it. Henry has absolutely no frame of reference, but he really has trouble imagining it doesn't feel completely weird and wrong to have your powers turned off. ]

Is it? And you're ... alright?

[ He's a little unsure by those expressions. ]

[Dodger takes a deep breath, and nods.]

I'm okay. It's weird, but- Augustine's mutation could shut off powers. It feels like that, without... [without Augustine actively beating him unconscious while it's in effect] ...anyway, it's fine.

[He moves forward, to take Henry's hands. Dodger's skin is down to a normal human temperature, something he's usually not capable of except for the few seconds right after an orgasm. He's marveling a little at the fact that Henry actually feels warm to him, and that the rest of the room feels properly cold. For once he can appreciate the effect of his bulky clothing, and he deeply appreciates it.]

...I bet sex like this would be fun. [He leans in to seek out a kiss.] So- you know how to box, right? Er- unarmed combat, trading punches?

Seriously? That hardly seems fair... [ not that Henry has any horse in the mutant powers race.

But he nods, looking down at their hands. It really is weird that Dodger doesn't just feel like he's burning with fever. He can't help but smile a little even if it's not the most comfortable for Dodger. ]

What do I feel like?

[ Weird? Normal? He doesn't know. But he snorts at the question, right up against Dodger's lips, even stealing another quick one before he pulls away to answer. ]

Yes I know how to fight without a weapon, Dodger. I was about to ask, since I figured I've got quite a leg up on you with a sword and all.

Mutations aren't fair, they're just nature.

[He has more to say on that - talking about some of the mutants he knows whose mutations are actively killing them, while people like himself have all the power in the world. But it's not really the point and he knows he's privileged anyway.

The question takes some thought, and Dodger hums against Henry's lips while he thinks it over.]

Warm. Way warmer than everything else.

[Dodger's hands travel while he's speaking, letting go of Henry's hands and slowly traveling up his arms to loop behind his neck.]

You'd kick my ass with a sword. But we can trade punches - I'll be good and keep my feet on the ground. To keep things even.

Ah...

[ Well, it doesn't surprise him as much as it maybe should. Life in general...not very fair from a peasant and a bastard's point of view even if he is privileged for both of those stations too.

Rather than troubling over the fairness of the mutant power world though, he smiles a bit against Dodger and then actually laughs a bit, bringing his fists up between them. ]

Are you suggesting I still don't stand a chance against you, then? Let's find out.

[Dodger snorts, and pulls back to bring his fists up in turn.]

Not if I fight the way I'm used to, you don't.

[Just the idea of sparring, though - and especially getting to spar without worrying about his strength - has Dodger brightening up considerably. He takes a few steps back to give them room to move, and gives a cocky 'come here' gesture.]

I'll give you the first move. Don't hold back, I can take a beating even without my powers.

[How does he know that......]

Fuck off.

[ He returns with a smirk, shaking his head. If he gets his ass handed to him with Dodger like this, he actually is going to do some deep, depressed reflecting on his mortality.

For now though he's feeling confident. And while he isn't sure if he should be offended he gets the first swing for free, he takes it, lunging forward at Dodger with a strong right hook. ]

[Dodger moves to the side easily enough - he's fast, for someone of his size and stature. Although he is being genuine about keeping his feet on the ground, and that puts a lot of hard limits on his mobility since he's used to relying on flashy kickboxing. He lets Henry try another punch before he moves in with one of his own, aiming a left hook to Henry's side.

Which... he's pulling his punches a little, but it's still going to hurt like hell if it connects.]

Don't commit to your punches that much. You want to be able to switch gears if I dodge.

[ Henry scoffs, swinging his arm down to deflect Dodger's hook. It still hurts on impact to be sure, but it's not right in his side where he'd be gasping for air. ]

Dammit, Dodger, I know how to fight. This isn't a lesson.

[ He steps back, wiggling his arm out a couple times before bringing both up in a defensive stance. ]

I know my limits, so take me seriously.

Every fight's a lesson. If you're not learning, you're about to lose.

[He is impressed by Henry deflecting him, though - this is already better than sparring with Jayce, he can tell Henry knows what he's doing.

So sure, he'll take him seriously. Dodger moves forward with a few quick jabs, making sure to keep Henry's focus on protecting his chest. And once he's sure he's got that, he ducks down to execute a leg sweep.]

My mistake, wise master.

[ He returns, indeed drawing his attention to blocking jabs to his chest. His reflexes are fast, but not fast enough to dodge the hit to his legs. Though he doesn't completely fall on his ass, he stumbles. ]

Sakra- [ At least he takes the sudden lower position he's in to make a hit for Dodger's side. Two consecutive swings to one side, a quick jab to the other in the chance he's distracted by it. ]

[Dodger gets cocky, as soon as that first kick lands. He forgets, for a moment, that his fighting style relies pretty heavily on teleporting when he gets himself into a bad spot. So he dodges away from the first strike, then the second, and can't quite get away from the third. His reflexes kick in and he tries to teleport - which results in a few sharp warning beeps from his collar as the light flashes orange, right before he gets hit.

Fuck. Okay. He has to stop and regain his bearings, with a look of quiet dread on his face. But- it's fine, he's been tased before, he knows he can handle it. So he does his best to shake it off and get back into things, taking a defensive stance for a bit until he can find a good opening to aim a punch at Henry's stomach, and then another toward his face.]

[ Henry is surprised by the attempt to teleport and the beeps and flashes on it that followed, stepping back a couple of feet though he's still on his guard. Fucking weird, he thinks, but tries to stay focused on the fight. That's what they're here for, to let Dodger get off some steam (and maybe Henry too, God knows he's got some pent up in there). ]

You good?

[ He asks this, but keeps his fists up. Compassion sometimes a weakness though, and while he deflects the punch to his stomach, he gets a punch square in the jaw. Stars fly for a moment, but he's not about to let that be all (especially when he's extra determined to show Dodger that he is tough). He swings out a counter-punch after, turning head aside to spit on the ground. Just in case something's bleeding in there. ]

I'm fine.

[Although there's definitely some alarm on Dodger's face when his fist connects with Henry's face, still used to the amount of damage he'd be doing without the collar on. But Henry's head isn't caved in, so- they're fine. Normal man strength is nowhere near as dangerous, and he's still holding back a bit instinctively.

The extra attention he's giving to check on Henry bites him right back, though, when that counter-punch connects perfectly with his face. Dodger stumbles back a bit, and shakes his head a bit to deal with the momentary daze.]

Here - see if you can dodge this.

[A bit of a warning seems fair. And it seems like he completely misses a punch right afterward - except he didn't, he's faking out and moving into a cartwheel to aim a kick at Henry's shoulder. Which is, in its own way, an admission that he's taking Henry seriously. Enough to not handicap his own fighting prowess, at least.]

[ Henry just shakes it off like he's been punched in the face a few times before, so Dodger is definitely safe from caving his head in for the time being. Thank God too, Henry was starting to get really exasperated thinking about how weak he comes off to people with superpowers.

In fact, he laughs a little bit as his own hit connects to Dodger's face. An eye for an eye and all.

But he's not expecting acrobatics (that's for jesters and actors and stuff...), so he has to stumble back a bit as Dodger cartwheels toward him. He gives a gruff grunt as his foot lands its kick, knocking a bit of wind out of him. But he's too surprised to really get too frustrated about it. ]

What, we're in a show now?

[ He asks, pretty sure he can't replicate that without ending up on his ass so he sticks to what he knows, closing the space between the two of them again so he can use his fists. He waits for any sign of an opening before making his strikes. At the face first, then the gut. ]

[The comment earns a huff of laughter, which is about all that Dodger can manage while using his acrobatics. He needs to be ready to move out of the way of the next swing, dodging with a level of flexibility that one wouldn't generally expect from someone with his build.

He's still getting used to the feeling of fighting like this - he isn't usually putting up an actual fight when his powers are shut off. So he can hold his own well enough, but every so often he cuts something too close and his collar beeps another warning. And the second time that happens, he hesitates long enough for Henry to land a proper blow to his stomach.]

Fuck- does it normally hurt this much?

[He doesn't sound like he's really got a problem with it. Really, it's just giving him less of a barrier to feel the sort of pain that wakes him up and gets him excited.]

[ That flexibility is impressive. Henry just doesn't have time to marvel at it much right now.

The beeping still makes him a bit apprehensive, but damn it does feel a bit good to have landed a good sock to Dodger's middle. He laughs, choppy and short as he catches his breath in between. ]

It should, yes.

[ For now he hops back a couple of steps, observing what Dodger might do next. He has to think about how to incorporate dodging the acrobatics now too, but he's still determined to "win" the match. ]

I'm a formidable opponent to other normal men, I think.

I'll keep that in mind if I piss any off.

[You know, men he can ethically allow Henry to fight on his behalf... like finding enrichment for a pet. (Really he'd just be too anxious about letting Henry go after someone with powers.)

Dodger is still hesitant to get too fancy with his fighting - partly because it seems important to be evenly matched, partly because he really isn't used to fighting without the ability to course-correct by teleporting around. But he's chasing that feeling of pain, moving recklessly and leaving openings he doesn't mean to. Occasionally, repeating some of his more acrobatic moves to give Henry time to learn how they work, because there is something comforting about knowing Henry could fight him if he needed to for some reason.

Unfortunately for Dodger, fancy footwork takes energy. So even if he isn't losing steam as quickly as he would while teleporting around, he is getting notably sloppier over time.]

Shouldn't be too difficult.

[ He smirks a little. Though honestly the challenge is more to find a regular human, Henry is starting to think.

Since this is the type of fighting he's used to, Henry would probably be inclined to leave less random openings. Though it has been a fast minute since he last had a bout like this, so he has his own lapses. Mostly he can really take a punch even if he's losing blood in some manner or his vision occasionally gets fuzzy around the edges. It's exhilarating to be able to fight like this ...

His stamina, thanks to the sex, remains pretty good though. So when he notices Dodger losing some steam, he really goes in for it. His punches get a little quicker in succession, and he goes for the gut again the second he sees Dodger falter on his feet for any reason. If he lands that, then he goes for the legs. He wants to prevent any of that tumbling around, even if he is getting used to it. ]

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