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3034/WMAT A1 Ivraala vs Shin Tokuyama

2015-09-17T03:46:40Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''     Shin gets to fight in an actual Stadium Arena today! This is a nice change of pace from his last couple matches, which took place in the more wilderness-oriented areas of the Tournament. The Combat Vagrant is standing at one end of the arena, hopping up and down on his feet gently as he waits for his opponent to be prepared and for the match to start.     Unlike his last couple opponents, he hears that this next one is WAY different from usual and conventional fighting styles. It oughta be a fun fight, if one he's not fully sure how to deal with yet because he knows next to nothing about his next opponent. Still, he is here, and he's got his suit jacket and tie off, and his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. 

:'''{{#var:679|Ivraala (679)}} has posed:'''     Ivraala entered the WMAT to satisfy her urge for combat; continuing over to the next round of the brackets due to her opponent dropping out is not exactly something she's content with, but...anger is not becoming of a draenei, even a corrupted one such as herself. Whatever frustration she feels over this is something she's siphoned out by the time she strides onto the arena in front of the eager crowd, ensuring that she's as cool and collected as she always tries to be.     Her hood stays drawn over her head, horns protruding from the holes cut into it, blocking out the light to hide her face aside from the glow of her frigid eyes and the purple gleam of her earring. Her greataxe stays on her back while she walks up to the arena, though her tail weaves behind her like an eager snake. Steady hoofbeats come until she stops a good distance away from Shin, where she stares evenly at him for a few quiet moments.     Soon enough, she bows, bending an arm in front of her waist before bending her tall frame forward. "Archenon poros." 'Good fortune,' it sounds like, thanks to the Multiverse's strange translation. Almost everything else she says is obviously English, though with a clear, chilly accent. "I am pleased to meet you here today. Let's hope both of us come away from this satisfied, hm?" 

:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''     Shin nods his head to the woman as she enters the ring and then bows to him. He takes a turn to clench one fist into the other and bow back, "what up?" He says in a much less formal greeting than her own, "I agree. Let's have a good fight, whoever wins. I don't wanna leave here with regrets, and I've only really had one even fight so far," He adds.     He shifts his footing immediately, one hand coming up in front of himself and the other drawing back into a ready position. His feet gently slide across the stone underneath them to. It's only a few instants before his martial arts stance has been taken and he has a totally different look to his posture, "I'm ready when you are, so let's get this started." 

:'''{{#var:679|Ivraala (679)}} has posed:'''     "You want me to start? Fine, then." Ivraala rolls her shoulders briefly, then lifts her hand to grasp the handle of her greataxe. The giant weapon is hefted up, and despite its size, it looks like she can manage to handle it without too much strain. The blade thuds against the floor: the runes lining it pulse with a cold glow, as a chilling aura emanates along the cutting edge.     "You may be surprised, I'll warn you," the draenei intones, lifting her free hand toward Shin. "But that's the point of this tournament, isn't it?"     The tattoos along her arm suddenly flare with a cold blue glow beneath her skin. A frigid, howling wind rushes at Shin in the same instant; if he's not quick enough, it would strike down to the bone with cold, and the baleful disease of Frost Fever would begin to steadily gnaw at him from within with ice. 

:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''     "I'm surprised a lot in the Multiverse. I also get my ass kicked a lot. So there's not too much that will really bowl me over any more, but I look forward to being impressed," He comments blandly, using his non-forward hand to brush some hair from his eyes as he adjusts his stance when she takes out her blade.     He quickly tallies out how he's going to counter a blade while unarmed. But before he can get too far into that strategizing in his head, she blasts him with a howling wind that bites him right through to the bone, clearly jostling him a bit and doing a fair amount of damage.     In response, he tries to get moving immediately to shake the chill out of his body. He lunges straight in towards her, aiming a straight haymaker for the stomach of her armor. As soon as it makes contact, he releases a brief flash of Ki that turns bright red to try to empower his blow. 

:'''{{#var:679|Ivraala (679)}} has posed:'''     Unfortunately, thanks to the fashion choices of the Scourge, Ivraala's stomach is...pretty unprotected. It's a perfect idea to go straight for that, and if she weren't undead, it'd probably have killed her by now. Again. Fortunately, the Death Knights can survive such fashion decisions.     Her outstretched arm is the first to go down to block his blow, but it's a little slower than it should be; by the time her arm meets his to jab it away, he's already delivered a blow to her stomach. The strange power reinforcing the blow is even enough for the towering woman to stagger back a few steps, fangs bared beneath her hood as she winces in pain. That's something to keep in mind to avoid, definitely.     "Interesting power you have," she hisses, before suddenly whirling ahead to retaliate. Not with her weapon, or magic, but with her long, strong tail that whips around to try and slam into the corner of his neck! 

:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''     "Yeah well! Yours is pretty nifty, too," Shin hops back a few steps after the blow connects, trying to keep on his toes, "Ki, though, we call it. Just standard martial arts stuff." He wags his hand a bit, "Fuck, though. Your armor's hard like a motherfucker," He flexes his fingers.     "What's it made o- HERK," Shin gets caught in the corner of the neck with a swipe from her tail that sends him reeling a bit and leaves a fat welt where the neck and shoulder meet that is distinctly cylindrical in shape.     "FUCK ME, that hurt. Damn," Shin hops a bit, trying to shake out the pain. A couple moments later, he's dashing in towards the death knight. Only instead of another punch, he's trying to aim a trio of kicks at her. Two are aimed at her armor once more, while the third is delivered as a spinning heel kick to try to nail her in the temple. 

:'''{{#var:679|Ivraala (679)}} has posed:'''     "Saronite," Ivraala hisses, a slight fanged smirk curling her lips. "The Scourge is a resiliant force thanks to it. And...other things, as you can probably tell."     Her tail lashes back again, and this time she's in a more prepared stance as Shin recovers. It's enough for her to be able to shift aside when that flurry of kicks strikes, one grazing against the armor at her waist - the dark metal's screech sounding almost /sentient/ when he hits. Shin seems very good at adjusting, though: the second thuds against her exposed stomach again, and when her body jolts forward, it's down enough that his spinning heel slams into her temple, jerking her head to the side.     Death Knights can't feel pain, but that doesn't stop the impact from briefly jarring Ivraala. It takes her a second to shake her head free of the strange dizziness, but when she does, she's swift to retaliate.     Her axe swings up, but it's the hilt that's sent slamming toward Shin's stomach to stun him. With a sharp, fierce shout, the draenei jumps, and those hooves come into play with two rapid kicks aimed straight for Shin's chest! 

:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''     "Never heard of it. Between the name and the title 'The Scourge', sounds pretty ominous, not gonna lie," Shin comments as he hops up and down on his feet, trying to keep mobile so she can't predict too much. But that can only work so well against a combat veteran like Ivraala.     The axe gets a shallow hit against his stomach as he slides backwards. And he tries to turn away from the pair of kicks, one barely getting contact. The other connects cleanly, staggering him and sending him back a few steps as he wheezes for breath and tries to regain his stance.     It only takes him a couple moments to regain his footing, and once he does he's in towards her again. This time, his stance changes and resembles less Karate and more boxing. He's shifted styles mid-fight, trying to land a crushing series of blows on her midsection as he delivers repeated hooking punches. 

:'''{{#var:679|Ivraala (679)}} has posed:'''     Ivraala's landing is a fluid one, bouncing her back right into an upright, combat-ready stance as Shin recovers. "Indeed," she replies, rolling her shoulders briefly before she starts striding up toward Shin again. "I'd recommend being /very/ worried about them. Hate them, even, if you feel like it."     Not much more time for banter, though: the Combat Vagrant's coming right in with his fists, and Ivraala needs to be on her guard. A solid punch comes in against her torso, but she doesn't feel the pain of it, even though it sounds like something probably broke a little in there; it lets her bring her free arm down and block his next blow with her bracer, the strange metal once more giving a chilling cry on impact as it soaks up Shin's strength.     The next blow isn't one she reacts to in time, however, and it's strong enough to jolt her back slightly and draw a hiss from between her teeth. When his fist comes back for a fourth pass, however, Ivraala's ready: her strong hand pushes down to grab that fist in her strong grip, and while it jolts her arm back, her hope is that it's enough to open up Shin for a quick counter.     The greataxe's runes flare briefly, causing the dense blue mist swirling around its blade to roil even thicker. It's this thick layer of frost magic that Ivraala swings right at Shin, and while the blast of ice won't slice into him like the blade would if it hit directly, that's a formidable blast of cold being backed by the draenei's unrestrained strength. 

:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''     "Eh. I don't really hate much," Shin comments idly, dusting off his shirt as he tries to give her some room after his attack, mostly out of politeness and wanting some space to catch his own breath. He huffs a bit and then adds, "I mean. I hate some stuff, but it's not an emotion I really rock that much."     She's coming in at him again, though. And Shin immediately reacts by darting backwards, trying to get AWAY from whatever hoodoo magic she has in that axe she's wielding. It's a narrow escape, too, because the axe coems down directly in front of him with a huge explosion of frost. The backash of the blast hits him more than the actual blow, pushing him further back as he struggles for footing, "Wooooah, there."     Punching a fist into the ground and dragging it a bit to slow himself, he then pushes off and forward again, "I can do explosions to! Try my..." He coils his right hand back, wreathing it with red ki.     "Power Geyser!" He slams his fist into the ground at Ivraala's feet, trying to create a fiery explosion to catch her in. 

:'''{{#var:679|Ivraala (679)}} has posed:'''     Flame may not be a /prime/ weakness against Death Knights aligned with the aspect of Frost, but it's definitely a good move in any event. Ivraala doesn't know where to retreat for such an attack, and the blazing explosion catches her, knocking her back and scorching the furs along her leggings. A precisely-aimed crouch keeps her from falling over when she lands, though she still skids a few feet along the floor.     She doesn't wait until she's stable to retaliate, though. Her arm thrusts out at Shin again as she gives a rough shout. Light pulses under her tattoos once more, just a second before a sickly green orb of unholy, undead power flies out from her hand. Pure shadow energy, which would heal undead like Ivraala, but against living targets...not so much.     "You remind me of a few monks I ran into long ago," the Death Knight mutters, eyes narrowing. 

:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''     "HAH. Well, I did train on a mountain, but the monk life is totally beyond me. Way too much of being in one place," Shin comments as he shakes a few cinders and embers off his hands, "Combat Vagrant works, though. People also used Karate Hobo. I used to call it something else, but..."     He dashes to the side, trying to put up a field of ki around himself to sponge up the sickly energy. It swirls around him and then eats the energy of the ki instead of his life energy, "... well, no one really liked the old title," He shrugs before stepping in towards her again.     "You're pretty cray, though. Like... some nuts abilities goin' on here. And I don't think you can feel pain, can you? You just eventually hit a limit," He judges, "At least I haven't seen you really show any pain," He comments.     He comes in at her again, whirling his entire body and trying to bring an axe-kick down on top of her head as he presses in on his assault. 

:'''{{#var:679|Ivraala (679)}} has posed:'''     "Old title?" Ivraala snorts a little, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. She shakes out her casting hand briefly before moving it down to help grasp her axe. "Now you've got me curious. And you're a perceptive one, too; have you met other undead before, or are you just familiar with causing people pain?"     When he rushes back at her, the Death Knight brings up her axe to try and block, but the agile move is one that's not really familiar to her. Fortunately, her hood is armored enough to dampen the blow a little, but not by much: Shin's kick slams into the top of her head, jerking her down and nearly sending her off-balance.     Ivraala's clever enough, though, to make use of the position. She's not going to /gore/ Shin, but those horns are still quite solid. With a slight twist of her head, she's at a good enough angle to push all her strength into shoving herself upright...directly under Shin when he's landed. It's a rising headbutt with the hard body of her horn aimed for his jaw. 

:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''     "It's a big huge mystery now. People can make a game of finding it out or something. I likebeing a Combat Vagrant more anyway," Shin grins back at her and raises his hands to prepare for a counter-assault, "And sorta. You study martial arts enough, you learn to tell when someone can or can't feel pain. Everyone normally has a tell, no matter how tough you are. You don't have a tell."     "Didn't know you were undead, though!" Shin says, momentarily distracted by the thought of how un-decomposed she is for an undead. That means he's left wide open for when her head comes up and slams into the underside of his jaw and his chin, dazing him spectacularly. He wobbles around a bit and his mouth lets out a spray of blood from the impact before he topples backwards onto his rear.     "Fuuuuuuuuuuck. Ow, damnit, sonuvabitch," Shin swears as he pops back up to his feet immediately, "Damn that hurt." He shakes his head, trying to clear the stars from his vision before focusing on Ivraala again, "Alright. No more holding back!"     Shin coils his fist back, "Ryuuken!" He calls as he thrusts it forward, sending a bright red fireball of energy at her. If it hits, it'll explode into fire. But that's not all, he's following in right behind it, trying to force her to create an opening as his hand comes down again, "Power Gesyer!"     He generates another powerful upburst of fire towards her, dashing forward again and trying to push through it.     He aims another punch towards her, trying to press his ki-projectile assault and finish it out with a trio of hard punches towards her jawline to round out the combo. 

:'''{{#var:679|Ivraala (679)}} has posed:'''     Ivraala gives her neck a brief crack when she straightens up, looking more than a little satisfied with that hit. "You were holding back? Impressive. /Now/ I can look forward to seeing what you /really/ have!"     The draenei doesn't seem intent on stopping Shin, but she /does/ look ready to react to whatever he throws at her. Literally, to begin: the Combat Vagrant's cry and coiled fist is enough of a tell for her to know he's probably going to hurl something at her. She twists, the fireball grazing just past her on its path and scorching along her armor, but not coming close enough to explode. Shin rushes, and Ivraala thinks this is enough, charging ahead toward him...but he hits low again.     That geyser of fire blasts up at her feet, sending her staggering back as her body is burned by the flames. She winces, more in frustration at being caught off-guard than anything, but Shin's not slowing down. He rushes through the flames, and Ivraala's bracer comes up just in time to block that next punch with a shriek from her armor. Too slow, though, to block the next few strikes: one, two, three, each one slamming against her jaw and sending her staggering back, partially from recoil and partially to get an opening for herself.     She may not have gathered enough runic energy for a single, devastating blast, but the power of Death Knights is in versatility. A few quick casts, all stacking together...     The draenei whirls toward Shin, lashing out her arm as her tattoos pulse once more. The ground beneath him gathers a layer of frost as chains of ice burst out to coil around him, shackling him to a single spot for a few precious seconds. Another gesture and another pulse of her tattoos sends darkness slipping down into the ground beneath Shin, where a red arcane symbol radiates out for a few yards around him and sends shadow energy coursing up into him from the now-rotting arena floor. Another flash blasts a dark wave around Ivraala, sending shadow energy into Shin's blood to send it into a painful boil for a painful second. And with a last cry of exertion, her axe wreathes itself in another layer of that frigid power, and both hands swing it right at Shin as the chains of ice crack away to slam into him with another blast of frost. 

:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''     A lot of things all come in at Shin all at once as he's recovering from the exertion of going at the Draenei as hard as he did. The recovery time, since everyone knows a fighting game Super has a few frames, is enough opening for her to come in with her own combination attack.     The chains come up and hold him in place, before the darkness below him eats away at his very existence in a painful way. The flash of shadow energy all comes in at him painfully as his blood is also set to boil a few moments later. The finale is when the axe comes down and hits Shin square in the chest, sending him backwards with a huge impact of frost and blood from his open wound that the axe left.     Shin lands face-down on the arena floor and his blood begins to pool around him somewhat. But he pushes himself to his feet and lifts his hands, gripping them into fists, "Holy shit lady. That was some intense mumbo jumbo you got there," He wipes some blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.     "I'd actually probably go down after a hit like that usually, because lemme tell you, that shit hurt like a freight train with nothing but 'fuck' as the cargo. But... I gotta stick this one out to the end," He shakes his head a bit and wobbles, "My friend really wants me to take this to the finals, so I can't let her down."     He darts in again, reading his fists, "Hell of a fight, though. Win or lose after these next couple attacks, glad I got another really great fight out of someone," He comments.     And then he aims for a ki-powered cross-punch right across her chin. 

:'''{{#var:679|Ivraala (679)}} has posed:'''     A sharp breath hisses from Ivraala once Shin is sent flying back. It's not so much that she needs to breathe, but that amount of exertion can take a toll on even an undead body, especially after she's taken so much damage, and even the undead occasionally find themselves resorting to the responses they gave in life.     "I'm impressed you stood up to it," she remarks, standing up straight as her tail lashes anxiously behind her. "You're really worth having gotten to this point. Worth continuing to the rest of the tournament, too. I have to wonder whose resolve will still have a thread left by the end..."     Shin charges, and Ivraala swings back, his fist missing her chin by an inch. It's enough of an opening for her to retaliate, suddenly swinging her hoof up to slam a kick up against his side with a rough shout of exertion. She may not have much strength left, but she's sure putting it all into this. 

:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''     Shin's punch misses by just a graze, causing him to let out a soft 'Tch' noise, "Anti-climacti- HURK." She catches him with a kick to the side that sends him staggering, wobbling in his footing as he tries to recover from the impact while still letting out an incredibly pained wheezing noise from the impact.     He plants one foot down in what is practically a stomp meant to steady himself. And then he whirls around, trying to land the back of his fist against Ivraala's chin in a spinning punch. But it's part of a combo instead of a single attack, and so he immediately steps in, trying to shoulder-check her with another burst of ki. The finisher to his combo is an attempt to jump up and launch a pair of bicycle kicks to her chest.     It's about all he has left in him to do something that fancy. 

:'''{{#var:679|Ivraala (679)}} has posed:'''     Just as Ivraala gets her footing again from her attack, Shin's already swinging in at her. Too slow to react, she finds herself slammed in the jaw by his fist, sending her stumbling back again. But Shin doesn't relent: strike after strike slams into her, sending her stumbling again and buckling under each blow. She may not show /pain/, but /exhaustion/ is something even she can reveal. Shin was right; her body has to give out eventually.     And as those last two kicks slam into her chest, it does. The draenei goes flying back from Shin's final efforts, sending her tumbling across the arena floor and sprawled out on the ground. Her axe flies free, embedding its blade in the floor a few feet away and gathering rime along its surface.     The Death Knight's tail slowly swishes, and she lets out a low groan, but Ivraala doesn't manage to rise. Looks like she's out for the match!     The moment victory is declared, the present crowd roars to their feet with excitement, chanting the Combat Vagrant's title. 

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2934/Arcade Times

2015-09-16T23:59:18Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''     Shin has invited Allenby to the arcade! It fits a lot of his criteria for meeting somewhere with her: It has games, it is a suitably cliche location for a love interest rendevous, lots of bright and shining colors. It's pretty much the perfect location for a tropey, cliche anime date.     Shin has even elected for a 'side episode' new outfit consisting of jeans, Chuck Taylors, a t-shirt, and a bomber's jacket. There's a strong chance he bought an entirely new outfit to suit his desire for tropey alternate outfits on special occasions.     Regardless, he's waiting for Allenby with a big bag of tokens. 

:'''{{#var:760|Allenby Beardsley (760)}} has posed:'''     Turns out Allenby's a gamer. She's only dropped this fact once or twice on the Broadband so she's actually not too sure if Shin knew about it when he invited her here. She's kind of excited to be here too since it's actually the first time she's been to the legendary Bar and Grill at the edge of the Multiverse. Sure, she's heard about the mechanic but thus far she hadn't actually tried to capitalize on it. Today she has every reason to do so!     Rather than her usual dark blue bodysuit, Allenby's actually sporting a pair of skinny jeans and a fuschia tank top the same shade as that vest she usually wears. There are a pair of sandals on her feet, giving Shin a rare glimpse of her bare feet.     "Wassup." She greets as she steps into the arcade area from the main grill. She seems to be in...okay spirits at least following her loss at the WMAT. 

:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''     "Waddap, buttface," Shin says, throwing a couple playful punches at her. Nothing that is remotely threatening and she can probably dodge or catch them in her hand with basically no effort, "I figured you might need some cheering up, and as a love interest, it seemed like a fairly narratively appropriate time," He comments as he tosses her a bag of tokens.     "Plus, it's been a while. Wanna see my sweet axe scars?" He asks as he rolls up the sleeves of his jacket to expose a pair of scars on his forearms from where he caught an axe against them, "Check it out. Awesome, right?"     Mostly, he's being his usual boisterous self at her to try to draw out the more hyper Allenby that he's fond of. 

:'''{{#var:760|Allenby Beardsley (760)}} has posed:'''     "Wataaah." Allenby deadpans as she catches each punch with an open palm. It's all from the same hand too, which she moves fast enough to pull this off, though somehow still manages to do so with halfhearted effort. Shin has seen her go all out before so he'd know when she was actually exerting as opposed to just messing around. She catches the bag of tokens and half-smiles. "Heh, you'd be right about /that/. Man, I can't believe I'm out already. I mean, I should be excited to get to fight strong people but...well now I don't get to anymore. Meh."     She leans forward to inspect Shin. He'd probably notice now that she has a big ol' bruise on the left side of her jaw. There are also hints of healed-over cuts pretty much all over her body. "Where the heck did you get axed? I know it wasn't in that last fight you had against that other kid." Dex, a fight she actually came to watch. "Those are shaping up to be some pretty wicked scars though." 

:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''     "It happens! Think of how many people have beaten my ass since I got here, and I thought I was one of the best in my world," He notes to her before listing, "There was Zorne-bot... Krezentia... Mordred... That injured Domon guy... Rock Lee... you... Shizune just the other day," A weirdly high volume of girls on that list.     "Oh. That cat man from Hyda-whatever. He got mad about irreverence and hit me with an axe," Shin says as he grins at her, reaching out with one hand to poke her jaw-bruise a couple times, "I guess that means I don't have to worry about your creepy whip fascination any more," He notes, recalling an earlier conversation about prizes.     "Anyway. This arcade," He changes topic to wave around, "Has about everything in it. I figured we could shoot the shit, talk about what we've both been up to. Catch up and get that token side anime episode where we bond or something." 

:'''{{#var:760|Allenby Beardsley (760)}} has posed:'''     "Zorne-bot?" Allenby questions, that being the only name she didn't recognize from the list, probably because whoever it was didn't have a real name attached to it by Shin. "Well yeah, it happens to you a lot. Me, though, I've had to spend my whole life training to win a fighting tournament. I'm...not really good at anything else." the latter is pointed out with some reluctance, it clearly not being something she's admitted to many people if anyone. "I guess there's always next year. And you're still in the tournament, right? Have you had another match since that Dex guy that I didn't get to watch?"     Shin gets a blank stare when he strrts going on about the Miquo'te. "Who?" she repeats. "I don't-hey!" she shoves Shin playfully, "I don't have a creepy whip fascination. Ribbons /all the way/." Though are beam ribbons really any different from whips..?     She waggles the bag of tokens and heads over to one of the cabinets, "Great, let's SHUMP it up while we bond. Tell me about this cat man." 

:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''     "Yeah. I think it was one of Krez's minions," Shin says as he considers it it, "That's all I know. She threw bombs at me," He comments, folding his hand under his chin. Of course, this thoughtful stance is something he can't hold for long before switching to a more relaxed posture, "Naw. A-Quals are still going, so I'm waiting till they wrap up. But don't get down on yourself," Shin says seriously to her, "You're more than just a fighter. Gotta figure out what else you're good at. Like maybe dancing, or go into cooking or something," He ponders.     He rocks a bit when she shoves him, laughing, "Sure. 'Ribbons'," He notes, making air quotes with his fingers as he follows after her, settling onto a fighting game cabinet next to her, "The cat man? Is name was N'Raha. I think he lost his temper due to some crazy powers. He kinda flipped his lid and whacked me real good, along with some monsters. I kinda chewed his ass out and he came to his senses."     Shin scowls a bit, "Then a stupid Dragon from the Union started telling me how to live my life. I guess she wants to apologize to me now or something for what she did, but I'm dragging feet on it."     He blinks a few times, "Enough of my sulking. What's up with your end? I wanna hear all your crazy stuff," He adds. 

:'''{{#var:760|Allenby Beardsley (760)}} has posed:'''     "Oh, huh. Krez has got all sorts of people helping her out so that could be anyone." Allenby shrugs casually, not seemingly motivated enough to really look into who it might be. "Oh good, so I haven't missed any more of your fights? Yeah, I at least want to watch you fight in the tournament. And...ehhh....video games? I'm good at those. I guess."     Allenby passes Shin some tokens and leaves the bag next to her on the Galaga cabinet she's picked. "Hm, never heard of him. Guess he doesn't speak much on the Broadband. Seriously though? Teamkilling? With an axe?"     Shin can hear her jerking around the joystick and rapidly pressing buttons. "So uh.." she starts to laugh, "You're gonna have to be more specific when you say 'stupid dragon from the Union.' I don't know that much about the people in the Union but I do know they have a lot of stupid dragons." She gets quiet for a moment, still clacking away at her game.     "Uh...beyond the WMAT I really haven't done that much besides, well, train." she says, sounding a little disappointed. "I was mostly focusing on that. But now...well...yeah, sorry, I don't really have any cool stories about psycho cat men." 

:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''     "Dragons in general seem stupid," Shin says to her pretty flatly, "Fed-side and Union-side from what I've seen, really. People like that are why I'm not really 'in' with either faction, but Rocket Jerk hooked me up with Syndie access," He grouses, the distraction causing him to get a bit too lax at his game and take a few hits in the match.     "Anyway, Video games? I hear there are pro gamers. I bet if you streamed on Twitch or some shit wearing a low-cut top, or even that bodysuit you usually wear, you could get a ton of subs and donations!" Shin comments as he thinks it over, "Just gotta play a popular game and people will roll in the dough for you."     He gives her a thumbs up with that advice, "We gotta make you some cool stories. Keep sticking around as my pre-casted potential love interest, and it'll happen." 

:'''{{#var:760|Allenby Beardsley (760)}} has posed:'''     "Fed-side...hmm, only one really comes to mind. This one with a big booming voice...Smaug I think? Came down to help planet Reptillon. Can't really think of any other 'fed dragons. They're mostly dinosaurs there." Her words are fast and loose, not really focused towards hiding anything really since Neo-Sweden's alliance with the Confederacy wasn't that big a secret outside her own world. Just a fact that didn't get announced very loudly. "Sounds like the Syndicate stuff is working out for you though."     Her words are interrupted by a swear as she loses a ship. "What? People can actually make money off of that?" she asks incredulously. "Man, fuck the Gundam Fight, I'd rather do that as a job." Allenby grouses before continuing her game. "Hey has that Crysanthemum lady got in touch with you at all about your next plot point? Because that was loads of fun and I totally want to do it again. Though on another note..."     She frowns, "People keep asking me why I fight when I fight them. This wouldn't bother me so much if I didn't feel like my answer was kind of...I dunno, flimsy? You don't have people asking this all the time, do you?" 

:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''     "I don't get people asking because I just tell em all the damn time," Shin says with a heavy laugh, "I'm always talking about trying to be better, so people know why I fight," The comment about being a Fed draws a quirked eyebrow, but he also doesn't really say anything or seem to dwell on it. Allenby didn't seem like one of the Bad Feds any more than some people were Good Unionites, so it's not his place to judge.     "If you really wanna make money off it, you'll have to get fanservicey about the stream. That's how the girls do it. Or you could just... not be an attention whore and be SUPER good, some guys do it that way," He ponders it over and pauses his own game, watching over her shoulder.     "No word from her yet. She seems like a busy lady, so if you see her around Fed-side, you can probably try to ask her," He notes, shrugging a bit, "As for why people ask YOU..." He stops and thinks, "Probably because you don't SEEM like a fighter, so they want to know. You seem like the kind of girl who'd rather be doing anything but fighting, in some ways. So they wanna know what your angle is." 

:'''{{#var:760|Allenby Beardsley (760)}} has posed:'''     "Oh. Maybe I need to start doing that. Yet...hm, I think I just want to fight strong people and that's it. It doesn't seem like all that much. I'm not even that into the whole getting better thing." Allenby admits, then swears again as she loses another ship. Laughter follows. "I run around in skin-tight spandex, it'd take some effort to get even more fanservicey. I bet I could just wear this and get all the views I need." Her inflection indicates she means her current outfit. BARE ARMS, how scandalous.     She grunts in affirmation as the insect-like ships swarm her on Galaga. She's doing good until Shin says that she doesn't seem like a fighter, which apparently throws her off enough that she loses her last ship. "I don't?" she pauses, "...hm, yeah, I guess I don't. I didn't ask to be a Gundam Fighter, actually. I didn't get a choice in this." She reaches for more tokens. 

:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''     "Probably, yeah. I know I'd pay to see less!" Shin says with a thumbs up to her that somehow is as weird of a statement to make as it is something he seems to have qualms saying outright.     "How don't you have a choice?" Shin asks, not really paying much attention to the potential foibles of asking such a question at point blank. He narrows his eyes a bit, "Are you secretly in debt to the swedish mafia for smuggling furntire out of IKEA?" He asks in a hushed whisper. 

:'''{{#var:760|Allenby Beardsley (760)}} has posed:'''     "Oh would you now?" Allenby looks up from Galaga to eye him with a slight grin on her face. "Why am I not surprised by this? It's like you've got some kind of thing for fighty girls that can kick your ass. Not that there isn't any problems with having those kind of tastes."     She doesn't put another token in yet, turning over his flippant words in her head. Her reaction is to laugh, "Ahaha! Good one. But no. I'm an orphan and a ward of the country. Neo-Sweden's military basically owns me and has for...uh...over a decade now I think? Not as fun as an IKEA mafia which I will not confirm or deny the existance of."     She finally puts that coin in. "It's not all bad, though. I've got a place to live, I get to stay on the colony instead of Earth, constant healthcare. I guess the publicity of being a Gundam Fighter is kind of cool, especially since there actually aren't that many girls in the 13th Gundam Fight." 

:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''     "I'd have some follow-up comment, but I should probably wait until we trip more flags, I think?" He says in regards to the kind of girls he likes, "So we'll take that question and have you ask me again in like... a different scenario, later, so we can accrue more points." He says with a hand reaching out to pat her shoulder.     He frowns a bit at the sound of her situation, "That sounds shitty. I'd run away," He admits, folding his hands behind his head, "But that probably isn't a HUGE option for you, so don't take me as gospel here," He notes, thinking it over as he finally fires out a question:     "I could get why you did it before, but why now? What does Sweden give you that the Multiverse as a whole, couldn't?" 

:'''{{#var:760|Allenby Beardsley (760)}} has posed:'''     "Probably a good idea. Just keep grinding those social points." Allenby reaches over to return the pat to Shin. "You'll get there eventually. And out of 'smack to the face for a comment like that' territory."     She lets out a low noise and, rather than starting up a new game, she turns to face him. "It is shitty." she agrees. "And you're right, I would run away, but it isn't an option anymore. Maybe years ago when I wasn't as trained as I am now. But after more than a decade, they don't have any other backup Gundam Fighters. At least none I'm /aware/ of."     She smiles in an oddly frustrated manner, "I don't think there is anything. Maybe I could make it on my own as a combat vagrant like you do. Problem is there are a lot of other people now that won't let me do that. Maybe once the 13th Gundam Fight is over they will let me go. Well, unless I actually win it, then I'd have to be around four years later to fight the contender." 

:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''     Shin grins at her when she returns the pat to his shoulder. He turns to lean himself back against the machine he was just playing on and then looks sideways towards Allenby, "You do you. That's the best advice I think I can give. 'You do you'. Find what you wanna do, what makes you feel like YOURSELF, and do that."     He reaches out towards her and, in a rare moment of him breaking from the irreverent attitude, pats her on the cheek with a palm before lowering his hand, "I don't like seeing people miserable. So at least, if you can't change it, find something about it to make you happy." 

:'''{{#var:760|Allenby Beardsley (760)}} has posed:'''     "You do you?" For a few moments, Allenby's mind goes to places better not mentioned thanks to the showing skin conversation from minutes ago. It takes Shin's explanation for her to chase that thought away and realize what he really meant. "Yeah...yeah I really need to do that. 'cause sometimes I don't really feel like much of a person, not going to lie."     She looks at him and, in that moment, she finds herself wishing he'd left his hand there a little bit longer. "I think...I think since the Multiverse opened up to us, I finally have. I really do like fighting people that can meet me on my level. But I think I gotta find something /more/ than that, right?" 

:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''     Shin's a totally sweet and very nice guy, sometimes. Someone who generally wants to help out where he can and see Allenby be a happier person. There's glimpses of his more serious side, occasionally, under the irreverent attitude and the cavalier actions. And one can genuinely see sometimes that he wants to really care for pe-     As she looks at him and makes that comment, his hand comes out and straight forward, trying to bop her in the nose. It wouldn't be a strike hard enough to make her bleed, but it could water her eyes a little if she's caught off guard, "Keep that guard up."     He sticks his tongue out at her, "You're a good lady. I'm sure you'll find what you need. Take it one step at a time. Best advice I can ever give is just go for what you want sometimes, and try not to worry about the consequences." 

:'''{{#var:760|Allenby Beardsley (760)}} has posed:'''     Words words words-WHOAH! Reflexively, Allenby smacks away the object going right at her face, meaning Shin doesn't get a direct bop to her nose. Instead, he gets to hit her cheek, a decidedly firmer part of her face than her nose and something that can take an impact quite a bit better. Fortunately, it comes nowhere near the bruise on her jaw.     "Oh so we're gonna have one of those kind of relationships." Allenby teases, "Just remember, turnabout is fair play." She makes a little 'staring' motion at him but doesn't actually hit him.     Instead, she smiles. The sullen mood she walked in with is gone. "Thanks, Shin. You're pretty wise sometimes, you know that?" 

:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''     "Yeah, don't tell people, though. They might start thinking I'm someone to take seriously," He responds to her last part first, folding his hands behind his head and watching her with a big grin on her face.     "And consider it keeping you on your toes for when the many other love interests start filtering into my narrative. I'm helping shift the odds in your favor, you know? Gonna be tough, since I'm so awesome," He's pretty clearly teasing her a bit as he leans against the machine. Overall, he seems pretty happy to have gotten her mood cleared. 

:'''{{#var:760|Allenby Beardsley (760)}} has posed:'''     "Hah, can't have that, can we, protagonist boy?" Allenby teases him right on back, followed up by a: "You better watch out, I might get another love interest and then we'll have some crazy love paralellogram going on." Though at that point she has to wonder if that one saiyan girl has made any other passes at Shin. "C'mon you, let's two player something. It's no fun going to an arcade if you don't two-player it up. Here, I think there's some kind of dinosaur shooting game over there." She gestures towards the Jurassic Park game, which looks super inviting in all it's Jeep-like glory. 

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2095/Five-Dollar Fights: Rock Lee vs. Shin Tokuyama

2015-04-30T00:05:02Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''     Regardless of the time of day, if he's awake to hear it, Shin is rarely one to turn down a challenge to a fight. Plus, Rock Lee had given him a sort of 'brothers in martial arms' vibe the few times they talked on radio, so he was actually pretty eager to grant the request, despite having just woken up a couple hours ago.     The location Shin has chosen is actually right in front of a konbini (think like a Japanese 7-11) and down the street from a capsule hotel. The suit-clad martial artist is actually sitting on a black motorcycle and hastily wolfing down what appears to be a rice ball while he has a can of milk coffee in his other hand.     He's mostly just trying to power down some chow so he doesn't hold up his opponent when he arrives. Most of his injuries from a couple days ago are healed, though, so he's more than ready to give someone a spar. His khaki backpack is also leaning up against the motorcycle beside him. 

:'''{{#var:678|Rock Lee (678)}} has posed:''' There's no warning when Rock Lee comes running from the roof of the konbini, jumping, curling his body into a spinning flip, then landing directly next to the motorcycle to hold out a five credit coin. "I am ready to fight! It is an honor to meet you, Mister Shin. I am Rock Lee, to more formally introduce myself in person." He suddenly bows, while still holding the money out. 

:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''     Luckily for Shin, as Rock Lee does so, Shin is already finishing his last bite of rice ball and washing it down with the can of coffee, which is soon tossed into a trash can, "Mmph! Right!" He says after swallowing. Shin takes the coin, "Shin Tokuyama. My school is the Geiha Genkou-Ryu." After saying this, he places his fist in his palm and bows a bit more formally.     "Rules go that we fight until one of us can't fight any more. If I win, I keep the five credits. If you win, you get four times the cost back. So twenty," He explains, standing up from his bow. And then, slipping the coin into his pocket, he takes a few steps back and puts his hands up in a practiced stance, "We can start on your go. Challenger makes the opening move." 

:'''{{#var:678|Rock Lee (678)}} has posed:''' "I fight with Strong Fist! Trained by Might Guy and the Konoha Ninja Academy!" Lee listens to the conditions. Then, without any hesitation, he moves forward in one fluid motion to try and slam a hook into Shin's jaw, and the -other- fist launched forward at his face. "I am ready!" His technique wastes no energy, and it's not particularly flashy even when it is. Each movement of his body is for maximum momentum and strength, meant to crack or break bones. If an average ninja were to take the blows to Shin's head, he'd be knocked into unconsciousness immediately. Luckily Shin is not average! 

:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''     Despite the brash attitude and the strange attitude, Shin is a very skilled martial artist. He is, however, not QUITE at Rock's current level. This means that as the opening moves are launched, most of his effort is spent minimizing rather than directly dodging.     Moving as fast as he can, one hand comes up to try to guide the hook forward. The other comes up to try to guide the straight jab to his face to the side. The result is a partial success on both part. The hook grazes across the chin and the straight punch across his cheek. Both striking with enough force to leave abrasions and stagger Shin a bit. He hops back a bit to create some distance, "You're good. This oughta be fun, even if I lose."     Shin then launches forward, taking the offensive to try to prevent himself from getting closed out and staggered by Rock. He lunges forward, launching a spinning heel kick that quickly pivots into a follow up axe-kick, aimed at the ribs and shoulder of his opponent. 

:'''{{#var:678|Rock Lee (678)}} has posed:''' Lee actually meets the spinning heel kick with his -own- spinning heel kick, creating a loud cracking noise from the impact. Though he's caught off guard by the axe-kick, wich slams him down into the ground face and hands first. "You are also very talented! I am not disappointed by your skill!" Rather than simply stand up, he pushes against the ground with his ridiculous upperbody strength, and starts walking forward on his hands, launching kicks toward Shin upside down. One might take this as ridiculous and showy, but his immediate movement to attacking Shin while walking on his hands obviously saved time inbetween attacks. It would have taken -much- longer to simply stand up, and possibly leave him more vulnerable. He's even looking up from that position, his body slightly bent so that he'll be able to see with his back turned! 

:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''     In the aftermath of his two kicks, Shin shakes out his leg a bit. Meeting heel to heel like that was a bit jarring and his leg is slightly sore from it. He takes the free half-moment to rub his cheek a bit before Lee immediately follows up with ground-kicks.     Shin hops back and away, careful to try to avoid the attacks where he can. But he can't quite keep up with every one, and so one of the feet strikes home with a powerful 'OOMPH' directly into the gut of the martial artist. He lets out a grunt of pain from the impact, skidding back a bit.     But as he does so, he reaches for Lee's ankle, using the moment of his own injury as a momentary opening to try to catch the other martial artist by the ankle and then swing him around and try to toss him with a heavy amount of force. It was the only effective counter Shin could think of in the heat of the moment. 

:'''{{#var:678|Rock Lee (678)}} has posed:''' "Waaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!" Lee goes flying, and smashes into the side of someone's car door, denting and smashing the window. He groans while standing up, then looks back at the rather salaryman looking vehicle. "I hope those things are not expensive!" he says, having no idea about cars. Still, he rubs his neck, starting to try and stretch his back. "That really hurt..." He breathes a bit, then starts running forward. "You are very strong, I did not expect such strength!" he notes as he appears to be going for a very direct attack. But then at the last moment he jumps into the air, kicking to create a sudden and ridiculous amount of momentum. His entire body spins in a ball, then he sticks his foot out at the last moment, trying to slam his heel into the top of Shin's head. 

:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''     To the comment about the car, Shin actually gives a confused shrug, "Dunno. I never owned one. I just got the bike two days ago." He kinda grimaces, though, "If people from my other fights are right, though? Super expensive." He looks around a bit to see if the owner has spotted them yet.     "You're strong too. If I was taking your punches straight on, I'd almost surely be out after just a couple," He grins a bit, clearly pretty excited about fighting someone as strong as Rock. Shin steps forward right after this, preparing to meet the charging Rock Lee. So the jump catches him a bit off guard.     "Shit," Shin says, adjusting himself abruptly. His arms cross upwards and he tries to catch the kick between them. He succeeds in this, but it's a pyrrhic sort of success since there's a creak and crack of bones under the impact of the kick as hairline fractures run through Shin's forearms and he lets out a faint hiss of pain from the injury.     His counter, then, is to once more try to grab Lee's leg. But this time, instead of a throw it's more of a yank down. And at the same time he tries to yank Lee down with one injured arm, he swings the other one in a powerful uppercut aimed for Lee's chin, though at this point Shin would settle with connecting at all. 

:'''{{#var:678|Rock Lee (678)}} has posed:''' Lee was not expecting -that- sort of adaptation to his technique. There are many skilled hand to hand combatants in his world, but they're often taken off guard. When his leg gets yanked down and the uppercut finds his chin, he clenches his teeth and closes his eyes. He yanks his leg back, stumbling backward as he wobbles. "You are very quick to adapt to unorthodox moves. Your fighting instinct is finely honed. You are clearly not a slave to your technique." he notes, holding his forehead as he uses the moment he speaks to try and shake his head out of its haze. But in a flash he goes from holding his head to running, as if to try and take advantage of the sudden shift in his demeanor. He ducks low, then begins trying to deliver a flurry of blows at Shin's stomach and ribs, trying to create an opening so that he can deliver a sudden upward kick, aimed to slam into the bottom of -his- chin. This of course requires a ridiculous amount of flexibility to aim a kick at someone's chin at such a close range . He doesn't really hold back, that's one thing he can never be accused of. He uses the maximum amount of technique. "I cannot let my guard down with you!" 

:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''     "Boxing!" Shin says, slightly out of breath as he tries to get some distance, explaining, "I adapt a lot of new styles into my core one. Hit someone's chin right, you rattle the brain enough to keep em down," He had hit the chin, but he hadn't hit it right. Jarred, but not full on shook. A solid hit to the chin was still good to land, though. For the moment, Shin shakes out his arms, wincing at the pain as damaged bones scrape against eachother.     When Lee comes in with the flurry of blows, true to his statement about boxing, Shin closes his arms in against his body and changes his stance slightly. This forearms tuck in, those already-damaged limbs taking punch after punch as the pain from Lee's impacts sears through them like a hot iron. But it's better than taking body blows.     But that defense does leave his chin open. And Lee's foot connects with it solidly, sending him flying up and backwards. The martial artist lands on the ground after with a heavy impact and an 'oof' noise. Lee was definitely starting to edge him out in technique and stamina and gaining an advantage. Shin's relative 'youth' in terms of his personal progress is starting to show in that he was still only at the start of his power growth.     After a couple moments, Shin flips up to his feet again. He runs through the moves he could use as he catches his breath, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as he smiles, "Hoo boy, I think I'm gonna lose this one," He says happily, clearly not minding the idea of taking a loss. He'll at least try to make it fun for Lee, though. And so he dashes in with a burst of speed. Ki is summoned into his shoulder as he springs forward at the last moment. There's not a fist or foot that comes out, instead Shin is throwing his entire body into Lee's own, releasing the Ki at the last moment to make a powerful impact with his shoulder and upper body, "Tetsuzako!" He shouts. 

:'''{{#var:678|Rock Lee (678)}} has posed:''' Lee crouches, ready to block some attack. He observes very closely, but wasn't prepared for a full body blow. His eyes widen and feels the impact take his breath away, feeling his own hairline fractures in his ribs from the sudden impact and use of ki. He goes flying, then slams into a wall, sliding down to his knees as he holds his ribs. He tries to breathe, mentally assessing the damage. "That was a lot of sudden strength... I will honor you with my own!" He slowly pushes himself back up to his feet, suddenly looking as if he's in deep concentration. "I will open the first gate." With that said, nothing -visibly- happens. The first gate has no real visual que. Other than the fact that he goes running with a hell of a lot more speed than he had a moment ago. He leaps over that car, then goes running in the way he did before. He even does the jump spin-- Is he going for the same kick?! No, actually he moves ot jump directly over Shin's head! When he unfolds his body again, he twists around to face Shin's back, then reaches out to try and grab his waist, suddenly pushing against the ground to try and pull him backward with a ridiculous amount of force. Is it... Yes! He is attempting a powerful German Suplex augmented by the increased strength and speed of the first gate!!! 

:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''     Shin had put a lot of his remaining energy into that last attack on his part. It's one of his power-moves that he uses against either strong opponents or weak people that he wants to lay out quickly. So the fact that, even damaged as he is, Rock Lee is still standing? That's not great for Shin.     Shin takes a couple seconds to breath as Lee flies backwards. He nurses his own injured arms and feels for other damage. The blow to his chin was still keeping him a bit shaky, so when Lee announces he's going to step it up a bit, Shin is first surprised that he was holding back at all. And then he's surprised by something else.     Shin doesn't have the speed left in him to counter that grab with as hard as Lee had hit his arms earlier. Even with his ki reinforcement, the bones were going to take a while to heal and he wasn't sure how much more he could fight on them. This means that he doesn't have the strength to try to break the grab as Lee lands behind him and gets him.     So instead, Shin is lifted up and backwards. His shoulders and neck connect with the ground with a solid THUD, the martial artist making a clean impact against the ground to signal that the move was successful. When released, he tumbles away a bit and stays face down on the ground for a few moments while the haze of cement-based impacts clears from his mind. When he can catch his breath enough, he just sorta starts laughing. It's a wheezing sort of noise that carries as much fun amusement as it does Pain.     Eventually, he rolls over onto his back and sits up a bit, "Hahaha, man. I yield. You're way over my current level." He sighs and exhales, coughing a bit and wiping some blood from his mouth, "But I'd love to fight you again when I'm stronger in my journey." 

:'''{{#var:678|Rock Lee (678)}} has posed:''' Lee turns around, then offers a thumbs up and a smile, before walking over to offer his hand to help the man up. "I felt my ribs fracture a bit. And I had to open one of my gates, because I felt my regular attacks were not adequate enough! You have come quite far already. I do not open any of my gates for just anyone! It was an honor to fight you." 

:'''{{#var:756|Shin Tokuyama (756)}} has posed:'''     Shin takes the hand and slowly pulls himself to his feet, grunting a bit as he does so, "Geez, that Gate stuff is extreme. It was like you were a totally different fighter there for a couple seconds. It was way above me," He laughs slightly and then starts to limp his way over to his backpack.     Shin roots around in it for a couple seconds and then pulls out three more five-credit chips. He grabs Lee's original one from his jacket and holds out all four, "Here. You won twenty fair and square. That's the rules of my setup." 

:'''{{#var:678|Rock Lee (678)}} has posed:''' "Thank you, though I would like to buy you some curry! I hear they have curry in these Japan worlds!" Lee says as he takes the twenty, then nods firmly. "Let us go and find curry!" 

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1356/Shibusen Campus Tour

2015-01-18T22:36:53Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:127|Kirikou (127)}} has posed:'''     It's not at all hard to get to Death Academy. There's a warpgate nearby, and the locals are used to tourists. It's the most cosmopolitan city in the world... and what a world it is.     The most outstanding thing for outsiders is going to be Mr. Sun, the chortling orb of fire high above. Creepy and life-giving, yep. But there are other things too... giant flaming candles in the Academy itself. Gaslamp streetlights. All with a backdrop of people wearing digital music players and headphones, or playing around on computer tablets and phones that, if not identical to those found elsewhere, are at least similar enough. The business of the City is that of tourism, mostly. The Academy itself, well, it's full of kids. Anywhere from preteens to late teens, though most of the students seem to be early teenagers of all ethnicities and nationalities. 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:''' Death City and Shibusen Academy are both wonderous and amazing places. This is shown by the look on Dominic's face as he wandered through Death City and towards the meeting location that Kyra had arranged for the both of them, "Truly a wonderous world. Of the many Extraversal worlds I have seen so far, it most reminds me of our own." "It's still very different, though." He brings his phone up and tries to get a good picture of that crazy sun in the sky (failing, though, due to the intense glare and the lack of a zoom), "Their sun resembles a Bomb, does it not? Though it feels less... ornery." He notes. A hand comes up to adjust the leather messenger bag he wears around his neck and resting against his side. It hadn't been his IDEA to come, instead it being Kyra who was so excited that he couldn't refuse the invitation. But, judging by the look of wonder he wears, he does not regret the decision at all. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     With a name like 'Death Academy' Kyra couldn't help but be extremely intrigued. The rest of the chatter on that 'global' channel had gradually been tuned out in light of Kirikou's responses to her often very nosy questions. Eventually, she just reached out and asked if she could come visit. Dominic had been conscripted into coming though Kyra found him a willing companion.     With squinted eyes, Kyra had spent a long while staring up at Mister Sun. It was actually kind of a relief to her to see a sun that was outright alive, even if it did look like a Bomb. She finds the strange mixture of technology a little odd-by Galianda standards at least with the archaic mixing with the modern. Some poor soul (not the literal kind) on the streets is stopped by Kyra along the way to ask if they had electricity here, as dumb of a question that may be.     "It really does. But I like it...him? more than the other suns I've seen out there. The sun is male, right? He sounds male." She seems gunshy about asking a really dumb question to a local.     "...oh! That-" Kyra points to Death Academy off in the distance, "-that's it, that's Kirikou's school. C'mon!" Reaching over, Kyra snatches up Dominic by the hand and more or less drags him away from his sun pictures. 

:'''{{#var:127|Kirikou (127)}} has posed:'''     It's not like Kirikou minded answering questions about Death Academy. It's the greatest place in the Multiverse after all, and worth being proud of. While he respects the Confederacy, there's an awful lot of self-serving interests there he doesn't agree with. There's some of that here of course, but the self-servers never amount to much in the academy that divides the EATers from the NOT.     Yes there's electricity, Kyra will be told. If she proceeds to ask about electric lighting though, she'll receive only a puzzled look. Perhaps the vaccuum light bulb was never invented here, or maybe it's a cultural thing. That question is a bit weird, but then so are people who seem so enchanted by the sun. It's ... the sun. They must come from a strange place indeed to be so surprised by the sun!     Kilik waits for the pair at the top of the Academy steps. That might not be as casual as it sounds, however. The steps are pretty long. The Academy itself is at the top of a rather high hill, high enough that those with no athletic inclinations might be tempted to rest on the way up.     And yes, there's plenty in the ant-hill city to distract someone before they even reach those stairs! Several coffee shops including Deathbucks Cafe, Death Robbins ice cream, the Deathsteraunt, and a whole host of other less abnormal things, even an airport. Plenty to do for the discerning visitor. 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:''' "He does seem happy enough to be up there. It's welcoming in a way. Just lemme try to get one m- Ah!" Dominic jostles a bit. Despite being much, much taller than Kyra, she has almost no difficulty taking him by the hand and dragging him along. The blonde-haired Fencer is pliable enough that the smaller White Mage can generally lead him off. "Slow down!" Dominic says, gripping her hand tightly as she continues to lead him along. He finds the architecture and the design of the city fascinating enough that he would probably get lost solely documenting the art style for later use in a tourism app for his company's products. This means that it is probably for the best that Kyra IS dragging him along. If he reaches the stairs with her, his lifetime of preparation and training at the gym will be put to the test. He'll make it all the way up without needing a break, but that's pretty much solely due to 7 years of spending every day at a gym training to chase and capture criminals. He'd feel terrible for Landon or Cirra if they were here, he couldn't imagine that climb in platemail. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "It kind of reminds me of a birthday cake with all those candles." Kyra murmurs to Domnic, unsure if she'd provoke LOCAL RAGE if they heard that comment. Poor Dominic does get a little 'slowing down' in the dragging but only so Kyra can eye up Death Robbins. Ice cream with Dominic...hmm.     She files that thought away for later and resumes dragging, wondering how this place managed to not use electricity for lighting. That was one of the first uses it came to in Ramuha...though given the environment, that probably isn't so much a surprise.     From the bottom of the stairs, looking up, Kyra gives Kilik a cheerful wave. He might even hear a very faint 'hiiii' before she follows Dominic up.     Dominic makes it up there first and Kyra winds up falling behind a little. She seems winded when she finally reaches the top of the stairs. "Hello..." she breathes out, once she catches her breath. "I'm Kyra Hyral and this is my friend Dominic Masoch. Thanks for letting us come visit, especially so...uh, randomly!" 

:'''{{#var:127|Kirikou (127)}} has posed:'''     Kirikou catches sight of the wave, but doesn't stir from atop the stairs. They want to see the Academy after all. It's not like they don't need to come all the way up here. Besides, the Twins are with him. Carrying them down only to carry them up, that'd be a pain. If it makes him look a bit standoffish, he's unaware of it and probably wouldn't care overmuch if it did. He doesn't KNOW these people after all. Not yet.     He seems friendly enough though, when they finally reach the summit. While not particularly tall and no doubt looking up at Dominic, Kirikou's begun to fill out and probably outmasses the long-limbed fencer. He notices the blade of course, and doesn't seem phased by it. He reacts somewhat more to the noble clothing, his brow furrowing slightly. Kyra gets a look-over as well. He doesn't stare or anything. She's admittedly cute, but he doesn't lose himself in admiration or anything silly like that. Sure he's a teenager, but he's polite when there's no reason not to be.     Kirikou sticks out his hands in greeting, fingers not quite open to show palms, not closed enough to be considered fists. A half-way sort of gesture, letting the guests dictate what sort of greeting should be offered. Nobles might not want to shake hands after all, and some girls can be funny sometimes, but fighters can always offer greetings with fists... at least in his opinion. "Welcome to Death Academy!" he greets. "Hope you had a good trip up." he says, NOT looking at poor puffing Kyra as he says 'up'. "I'm Kirikou Rung. This is Fire and Thunder." he says, gesturing to the Twins behind him. Dark-skinned like Kilik, they're possibly related to him. They're all but indistinguishable to each other, except in clothes... identical in style, slightly different in accent colors. 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:''' "Greetings!" Dominic says to Kirikou as he and Kyra are greeted. He bows slightly and says, "I am Dominic Masoch of Ramuha, from Galianda. Your world is truly amazing and I am happy to be welcomed to it." He then takes Kirikou's extended hand and gives him a firm handshake after this. He pauses for a few moments and then moves to unclasp his bag while Kyra is on her way up, "Oh yes!" "It is not much, but I brought you a gift in thanks for allowing us here today." He produces two lucite boxes about a foot tall from inside his bag. Inside them are what look to be robotic moogles and remote controls, "They're called Mighty Moogles. A slightly destructable battle robot toy powered by magic. They don't have batteries, but as long as you give them magic, they will fight. Easily reassembled and with a number of simulated attacks. My company will be debuting the official line soon." He explains, holding both boxes out to Kirikou with a bright smile. Overall, Dominic seems pretty happy to be here and is very clearly enraptured by the school. Blue eyes dart around, taking in various sights as he cradles the two gifts he brought, "Between you and me, and all formality aside, your world is really cool." He adds, dropping to a more casual tone. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     As per way of greeting...Kyra doesn't seem to be inclined to hand shaking. Nor does she go with a fistbump (those are for the higher leveled social links) but opts for a sort of three-fingered wave at Kirikou. There's a friendly grin on her face and an almost manic look in her eyes that suggests she's exceited to be here. Maybe a little TOO excited.     She does not say a damn thing about the stairs. She does resolve the next time to use a float spell to cheat her way up, though. "Heya." She then peeks around Kirikou to the twins, "Hey you two." She pauses, then squints a little more, trying to discern their gender. Both were young enough that it was actually not easy to tell at first look.     Upon seeing that Dominic brought presents for their host, Kyra smacks a hand to her forehead, "Ugh, I should have done that." Another pause and she starts to reach towards something under her hoodie...but stops. The 'stuff I have on me gift' consolation prize is actually sort of rude, isn't it? Kyra avoids doing just that and stuffs her hands in the front pockets of her hoodie.     "Dominic's the heir to a big company on our world." Kyra offers, "I'm...uh. Nothing like that. So you don't need to be formal with me-just call me Kyra, alright? You've got us all curious about this school of yours. If I'm reading it right, you come here to train to be fighters?" 

:'''{{#var:127|Kirikou (127)}} has posed:'''     Some would find it surprising that Kirikou, who often comes across as a thug to those opposing him, manages to get decent marks even in diplomacy classes. He shakes hands with no sign of unfamiliarity or distress, and not even any clear wariness. He seems entirely open and trusting, which would only be surprising if someone didn't realize he was on home turf here, where everyone literally is on his side.     Fire and Thunder seem wary though, at least at first. More shy than wary perhaps. Yes, it's almost impossible to tell their genders, and they have no voices to give hints in that way. Still, when Kyra peers at them they wave back in eerie synchronization, mimicking her three-fingered gesture. One at least seems pleased. The other... might frown slightly less.     Kirikou looks at the gift, eyes gleaming behind his glasses as he hears the explanation of the boxes. "Wow, that sounds awesome!" he says enthusiastically, like a kid at Christmastime. He takes the boxes, handing one each to Fire and Thunder. Not as beasts of burden, but because they ARE like kids at Christmastime. They'll have loads of fun with this... and of course so will Kirikou. "I'm not sure if we have the right sort of power to work 'em, but I'll let you know. Got some smart people here and someone's bound to work something out, if they don't just run on soul wavelength. Oh, and... yeah, that's a point. Might want to be careful talking about magic here. Doubt you'll get in trouble or anything, but you might make some people a little uncomfortable." he claims.     Rather than going into more detail, he turns to Kyra. Her question is a bit more pressing, in his opinion, than his elaboration on magic. He grins boyishly. "Some do, yeah. Some come here because they want to be good rulers when they grow up. To be responsible and familiar with other possible heirs and rulers." he says. Dominic would not be out of place here, really. There's others here that have a very similar position. "Some nations even require service to Shibusen here before a person can serve public office. Those sorts of people are the majority of the students here." he says. Shibusen, loosely, would be like saying 'Deathcademy', only it rolls better off the tongue. "The top ... roughly ten percent are the ones who train to fight monsters one on one. We're the ones who kill, when we have to." he explains. "Oh, and you can call me Kirikou. Or Kilik. Most of the students call me that." 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:''' "All yours!" He happily hands over the boxes, glad to see that his gifts are appreciated. Once his hands are free, he clasps his bag shut again and gives Kirikou a wide smile, "I think that 'soul wavelength' should be close enough. In theory. I'll be careful about mentioning magic in the future." He notes, taking Kirikou's advice seriously. He wants to respect the customs of other worlds while he's visiting, obviously. When Kyra mentions who he is, he humbly waves a hand at her, "Really, I'd prefer to be noted as a great Fencer or adventurer than an heir to a company. It's a much less boring introduction." He notes to her. Not that he can deny her claim, because it's technically true and he can't deny the claims of the White Mage. "Dominic is just fine to call me. I opt not to go in for titles unless necessary. Makes things convoluted," He notes. He continues looking around him. When Kirikou describes what the school does, Dominic lets out an 'oooh', "That sounds similar, in function, to Alexander Academy and other such schools on our world. Places to train people to use their natural talents and, more importantly, instill responsible usage of them." "Truly amazing." 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Fortunately, Kyra would have to see some 'action' before she starts judging anyone as a thug. Many have earned such a title in her books, though! Strange as many people from the multiverse seem, Kyra's at least been making an effort to not jump to conclusions.     For those few moments, Kyra seems fascinated with Fire and Thunder as they move in concert...up until the facial expressions, though. The sudden difference draws a laugh out of Kyra. "Well, won't know until they try, right? I think it depends on the world's metaphysics. But if it does or doesn't work, I'd be super interested in the outcome." 'Soul wavelength' did sound like a likely candidate for a 'magical particle' local equivalent, as Dominic points out. "Though it sounds like 'magic' is a seperate thing here."     Though to the question at hand, Kyra listens intently, nodding, but not interrupting and waiting until Kilik's finished. She CAN be patient when she's putting effort into it. "Though this place also sounds prestigious enough that anyone gunning for some important position...though what do you mean by 'service' though? It's more than just classes?"     She doesn't question the monsters. That seems like a completely normal thing to Kyra. There are monsters. You fight them.     With a smirk she nudges Dominic, teasing, "You'd need to become a /great/ Fencer before you introduce yourself like that~" 

:'''{{#var:127|Kirikou (127)}} has posed:'''     The thing on magic isn't a custom, it's a prejudice. Even Kilik struggles with it, though he handles it well. "Mostly, 'magic' is done by witches here. And witches are... well, usually they're not the good guys. Only a few of us realize not all witches are doomed to the Madness of Destruction, and ..." he pauses, shrugs. "Our problem, not yours. We're workin' on it." he says, trying to sound like it's no big deal. "Soul wavelength now, that's safe to mention. Say 'Soul' instead of magic, most people will accept whatever you're talking about as white hat stuff."     Kirikou turns, gesturing to the academy up ahead. The grounds are large, and ... well, there are plenty of people about. A lot of students, even if only ten percent are fighters. "Come on, I can show you around. There's always people in lessons, and I don't think we can interrupt, but most of the lessons are boring anyways. Supplemental lessons are what're fun, and they don't happen on-campus!" he smirks. He glances back. "You mentioned natural talents. Well, that's the biggest reason for the school. The reason it was founded, you could say. It's to teach Weapons how to control their power, how to live in society. And of course, with the Weapons, there are the Meisters. Meisters wield and empower the Weapon. I'm a Meister by the way. Fire and Thunder are weapons. Pots." he says, hiding a bit of a smirk. No one EVER thinks pots are weapons.     "It IS prestigious." Kirikou nods. "Because that's the second function of the school. Because of the Weapons, we learn to fight. Some of us learn to kill people who... well, bad people." he says. Getting into the whole discussion on Asura, well, it's a long story. "Anyone who comes here though, they're willing to risk their life to protect the world. Even if they're not good enough to take on threats one-on-one, they all go up against smaller threats in groups before they can graduate. It's like military service, only instead of serving your country you're serving the world." he says.     "So. Anything in particular you want to see?" Kirikou asks. "Maybe another time, you can show me around your academy, or I can come along on one of your own training things or games or something? Because your academy does sound a whole lot like this one. Sounds like an awesome place really!" 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:''' "Got it," Dominic says to Kilik. As he's exposed to the Multiverse more, it's made him acutely aware of some prejudices that exist even in his own world, so he is grateful to the other young man for the warning. A term like 'White hat' sails right over his head like an airship, though. "So some students are..." He puzzles over the explanation given to him of Meisters and Weapons. He's not against it, it's just a huge thing to process all at once and takes him a bit, "Amaaaazing. To have such a partnership! To be Weapon and Wielder, but also close friends. It is truly a blessing, I imagine!" It's a dreamy and admiring sort of tone from him, "And a huge responsibility, as well." "For where to go, I will defer to Kyra," He notes, falling in to prepare to walk behind Kilik and next to Kyra. This is, after all, her excursion. He is just along for the ride. He does, though, stop and look over to her at her comment about becoming a great Fencer and her nudge to him. He sticks his tongue out at her in a slightly immature manner, "Eight point delinquent." Is all he says in reply. The grin on his face implies it's just a counter-jab. "I am sure you would be welcome at Alexander Academy," Dominic notes as a follow-up to the other young man, "And arrangements could be made for a Dungeon Expedition or an outing, certainly. It would be a great chance for cultural exchange." 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "I'll stick with 'healer' if anyone asks. I'm certainly not a witch. Or, hmm, maybe 'soul wavelength repair technician.' That makes it sound official. Or just 'Doctor', though I don't have my certs yet. /Yet/." She gives Kilik a smile. "But I get where you are coming from."     She takes after Kirikou as he moves. "I wouldn't mind sitting in on a lecture but I don't think you guys would find it as interesting so...let's avoid that. -oh, yes, the Meisters. I've heard of those but you are the first one I've met."     Kirikou introduces his Weapons and while she's not surprised that the mysterious silent children are Weapons, she IS surprised they are-"-Pots? How....how do you fight with pots?" Sure, Kamon could figure out a way but he didn't mainline equip pots. This guy did.     "Do you have a gym here? A library? I'd be interested in seeing either! Though it sounds like the supplemental lessons are were all the real fun stuff happens. Hmmm." This place, ultimately, did strike Kyra as a lot more altruistic than her school. Far more about the world service, in a way, which made her wonder. "Oh, hey, we'd be happy to have you over to show you around Alexander Academy. Chocobo should be fine now."     Kyra frowns at Dominic and pokes him with a finger as they walk, "I thought I was sixteen points! Did the total go down? I'm clearly not skipping enough classes." In turn, she sticks her tongue out at him. 

:'''{{#var:127|Kirikou (127)}} has posed:'''     Kirikou isn't much into religion, but he nods in agreement with Dominic's assessment of the Meister/Weapon bond. A blessing and responsibility, certainly. He notes their banter, but aside from a grin makes no comment. It's clear they're friends, and that's fine with him.     He laughs aloud, though good-naturedly, at Kyra's question. He holds up a fist, which the Twins seem to note with avid interest. "Pots." he says. "You could call 'em gauntlets too, but they're more than that. Elemental force." he explains. It's hardly a secret. He's been in two WMATs after all, with five matches between the two years. The only reason he doesn't show them off is humility. Such things are suitable in their own time and place, not in front of guests more interested in the school than in the trio.     "We've got a running track, a competitive gym, a fitness gym, dojo, dance studio, and a gun range." Kilik says, ticking off those buildings he would consider serve functions close enough to 'gym' to count. "We're pretty big on fitness here." he laughs. "Only one library, but it's pretty huge. Couple stories high. I'm only allowed on the first level." he grins playfully. "A healthy soul and a healthy mind dwells within a healthy body, right?" he claims, apparently quoting a saying by the way he almost chants the words. "Not that I got much claim on the middle one. I mean, I'm not FAILING or being a delinquent or anything, but I leave the heavy thinking to the smart people." he says, glancing slyly at Kyra and smirking when he mentions delinquent. "I'd be happy to skip classes and come see your school any time!" he says. "Maybe even make it official-like. Diplomacy, right?" he shrugs. 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:''' Humility is a quality that Dominic can respect in someone. Mostly because he's forced to persistently under-represent his own abilities. Even the faintest hint of it from Kirikou is noted and filed away as a good trait for someone to have. Dominic keeps quiet, though. Opting to listen in on the features the school has. "A well-equipped school," Dominic states in a complimentary tone. It's clear to him even in hearing from hearing how many different versions of a gym they have. He still states no preference on where to go, instead opting to let Kyra continue to decide, and being content with following her. He will ask Kirikou, "Does Shibusen have many experienced pracitioners of swordplay?" Kyra, when she sticks her tongue out at him, gets a hand firmly planted on the top of her head and a ruffling of her hair. The hand then falls from her head to her shoulder and Dominic lets out a light laugh at Kirikou's offer, "If ever there was a good use of diplomacy, getting out of classes would be one of the top candidates." "If you use martial arts and elemental allignment, I wager you would enjoy meeting the Monks or Geomancers. You may even be able to teach them some new methodologies." 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "...gauntlets? I...think something was lost in translation. I'm more familiar with the pots that get cooked in." Or that Kyra fails to cook in. "But I can buy that elemental gauntlets thing." She still seems genuinely curious, though, and half expects them to be summoned from the Twins.     But instead, they move on with the tour. Hopefully in the future Kyra will see Thunder and Fire in actually-and hopefully not in some Union versus Confederate conflict either since they might end up being pit against each other-or the other Light Warriors.     "...a /competitive/ gym? For, what, like squaring off against each other in martial arts?" It all sounds eerily familiar, dance studio and gun range included. "Hey, let's swing by that, maybe we'll catch some people practicing on each other. That might be a better idea to crash than a lecture."     Beneath her hoodie, her hair is mussed, and bits of red poke out from beneath the hood. "Heeeey." she doesn't move his hand afterwards, either not noticing or not minding. 

:'''{{#var:127|Kirikou (127)}} has posed:'''     Kirikou laughs at that. "Nah. Competitive martial arts is in the dojo, or on the grounds somewhere." he chortles. "The competition gym's for basketball, volleyball, that sort of thing." he says, clearly amused. "Might be possible to go to the dojo. Maybe join in if you're up for it..." he says, his voice shifting towards intrigued, and perhaps a bit taunting. He's curious, after all. Two academies, both turning out dangerous fighters. who wouldn't be curious?     "Best sword's got to be Tsubaki. Though she doesn't spar for fun as a blade. More likely to go as dagger or sickle than sword. Black Star, with her as a sword, is damn near unbeatable." he says. By the sound of him, Kirikou's fond of both, and perhaps somewhat envious. "There's a couple other swords. Some decent, some NOT."     Smirking with the inside joke, Kirikou continues. "I'm considered skilled with most weapons. I'm a Technician. That's someone who can adjust their soul wavelength. Fire and Thunder are the best though. I wouldn't take on a serious fight with an inanimate sword, or any weapon but them really, so I'm probably not your equal." he says frankly to Dominic. "I'm not sure what you mean by Monk. I'm not into that sorta thing, I think. But they're the geomancers, not me." he grins. 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:''' To the comment about joining in at the dojo, Dominic visibly stiffens up, "Maybe if they had practice blades. I don't have one with me and I wouldn't ever draw my sword against another Hume unless totally necessary," His voice takes on a slightly distant tone, remembering an uncomfortable memory, "Too much risk of injury." The term 'Technician' and its description causes a tilt of Dominic's head and he's happy to move onto a new topic, "Ah. That sounds like a very useful ability." He isn't sure what else to say. He doesn't know too much of the mechanics of this world, but he can draw enough basic conclusions from the information he's been given: Weapons and Weilders require a close partnership, people here train heavily, and him stating he has such an ability. "Oh, we've been running into this a lot. Monks are martial artist specialists. People who train their bodies for combat using their bare hands or gloves," He explains. It's not the first time the mixup about Monks has happened, so he doesn't seem at all bothered by having to explain it. Just a minor difference between worlds. He curiously asks of Kirikou, "Tell me. How long do students usually study at Shibusen? What are the graduation requirements?" 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Kyra suddenly reddens a little as Kilik reveals the much more /mundane/ option for the competitive gyms. Of /course/, since it wasn't like compettive sports were things that were SUPER UNUSUAL for her world. "Oh." she says sheepishly, "Then the dojo would be the spot. I-" she suddenly holds up her hands, waving them a little, "Oh me myself, probably not, I mean., I'm not much of a physical fighter. Dominic on the other hand..."     Speaking of other hands, Kyra seems to actually notice the hand now. She still doesn't do anything about it.     "Hand to hand fighter." Kyra also adds about monks, "The phsyical stuff feels like all the same to me, to be honest, even though I know it's not, hahaha." 

:'''{{#var:127|Kirikou (127)}} has posed:'''     "It's a rare talent." Kirikou nods. He doesn't entirely understand the issue himself, at least not enough to explain it to another. It's pretty metaphysical. Still, maybe he can give the barest hint of it. "No two people are exactly alike, right? Not even twins. And that's good. A meister who's too similar to his Weapon's almost useless with it. So you find a partner you're different to, but who you can... bond with." he says, though his tone's a bit uncertain. He's oversimplifying, but isn't sure he can do better. Not to someone who's not taken a term of basic theory anyways. "Boy and girl, rich and poor, shy and outgoing. Well, not so much that one. Horndog and ... look, you get the idea. I'm just a good fighter with a flexible soul, and maybe an open mind. So it's easy for me to make a partner. But Fire and Thunder are still the best." he says, clapping a hand on each of the kids' shoulders. They, for their part, grin in fierce pride. Okay so one of the grins is a bit of a smirk, but it's still a grin.     "We got practice swords, of course." Kirikou nods. Then he laughs, possibly trying to draw Dominic out of his mood. "We're trained to be able to kill, not to kill each other." he jokes. "There's a lot of duelling at the school though. Some times people get hurt. But we fight to win, not to kill." Hell, he doesn't even kill Union soldiers, not if he has a choice. They're enemies, but generally they're not monsters.     Of course Kirikou notices the hand play between Kyra and Dominic, but he doesn't say a thing. Why would he make an issue of it? It's nothing to him if they're a couple. He's here to show them around, not to pass judgment. So he just nods. "To the dojo then." he says. "Ah... yeah. Length of study. Well, that really depends, I guess! No set time." he claims. "Weapons stay at least until they can control their change and are able to be in public safely. Anyone else can leave any time. The careerists stay long enough to get a high school diploma, or sometimes just junior high. And the top class..." he grins. "Well, we tend to stick around as long as we can. This's the best place to get missions, so it's the best way to..." he interrupts himself, thinking briefly. It's no big deal really, no secret. "Well, to serve, I guess." he hedges. "So long as you work for Shibusen, either as a student or as a death-scythe level graduate, the world's open to you. It's a pretty sweet deal if you can make the grade." 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:''' "Oh? Excellent, then yes. I would be happy to test myself in your dojo," He notes, seeming to realize the was over-thinking the matter and letting out an awkward cough before his face shifts to a smile, "Dueling around the school can be good for morale, so long as no one is gravely injured. It also helps students learn to handle their disputes personally." He muses on this fact while they walk. Kirikou also makes an interesting assessment of being a Technician, which causes Dominic to muse over it. To be compatible with so many people truly is all the more impressive, he decides. He gives Kirikou a nod of his head while he listens to all this, "I see. A flexible soul. But it's nice to have such close friends like that. You three must be quite the team." He states in a complimentary tone, "Anyone can tell that." "So it's that variable in education. It would seem we differ, there. At Alexander, we have a regimented set of grades that one goes through. Once you graduate the Academy, you can take jobs with any number of fields, from... medical care to dungeon diving to cooking." He waves his free hand idly and says, "So there's little incentive to stay at the Academy unless you want to become staff or faculty." 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "Huh, so a Meister tends to do best with a Weapon that is opposite of their personality in some ways?" Kyra offers, gradually understanding and looking to the twins. It's easy to assume that the pair were shy to some degree since they hadn't spoken yet and Kilik himself was pretty outgoing. Obviously there was going to be more to it than their meeting would allow Kyra to suss out. "Is it possible to use weapons other than the one you've partnered with? Or does it just not work out during fights?"     She seems a little shocked at the length of study at the school-or lack thereof. Just stay as long as you wanted for graduation? "Sounds pretty chaotic." Kyra reflects, "I kind of like that. Freedom to come and go as you please. Rank based on how much work you're putting in. I can get behind these things."     With a smirk, she pokes Dominic again as he wastes no time in setting up an opportunity to fight. "There you go again, challenging the world! Can't say I'm too surprised by that~" 

:'''{{#var:127|Kirikou (127)}} has posed:'''     "It's really only the top class that stays." Kirikou notes. The top ten percent. And even some of them graduate 'early'. "Not cheap to stay here. Unless you're sponsored, or you got a scholarship. Tuition's high for most so the school can take care of needy students for free. I'm sponsored." he admits. Nope, Kirikou's poor as dirt... or he was before he joined the Confederacy.     "You're right about the ranks though." he admits. "And ... yeah. With weapons, you have to appreciate someone BECAUSE of your differences, not in spite of them." he explains. "The three of us, yeah. Not the best here, but we're pretty good!" he says, reaching out to tap knuckles with the silent Twins, clearly pleased and amused. "I can use other Weapons, yeah. I'm a technician." Kilik notes. "But you don't do that, most of the time." he notes. It's not that it's rude, not exactly. It's not even super intimate, though the bond can sometimes be that way between two people. There have been more than a few pairs that ended up married, or otherwise in a serious relationship. Mostly though, it's just that other Weapons know Kilik's found his preferred pair, and they'd rather find their own match than try to work their way into another fit. "Most people though, their work is in strengthening the bond between them. They try to bond with a Weapon they don't really know, they won't have any power." he says. Then he laughs. "Sometimes they can't even pick the Weapon up off the ground!" 

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1227/A Second Meeting

2014-12-29T04:38:02Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:''' Dominic has once more returned to the desolate and empty wastelands of this iteration of Gaia. The last time he was here, he had nearly lost his life to a swordsman far above his level of skill and ability. A terrifying experience, but one that opened his eyes to the things the Extraverse could /truly/ teach him. The teenage boy in him is terrified that this could go wrong, but the swordsman in him has a primal and undeniable need to improve his abilities. And one managed to override the other in sheer desire and want. He's not wearing his explorer pack this time. Nor is he wearing his rapier. He has a katana in his hand, plain-forged steel and likely borrowed from the Samurai training rooms at his campus. He doesn't know how to find Sasaki Kojirou, for it was the swordsman who found HIM first last time. So he simply shouts, "I HAVE RETURNED, SWORDSMAN!" And then he stands and waits, regardless of the time it will take for his presence to be noted. 

:'''{{#var:662|Fake Avenger (662)}} has posed:'''      "So you have," comes the patient reply almost immediately behind Dominic.      The twitching tattoos of Kojirou shift along his form as he drops out of Presence Concealment. The black sigils in his violet eyes dance as he looks over at Dominic, as if in thought. "Have you grown comfortable enough with killing to satisfy me? I warn you - if you aren't prepared and you challenge me again, I will kill you this time."      Kojirou doesn't bother drawing his blade. His hands vanish inside his hakama as he watches Dominic. Occasionally, his eyes dart to the side, in the direction Dominic might remember the city to be in. Beyond that, Kojirou makes no motion - his body language, his attitude, his smile, it's all so serene he might as well not exist. Like an observer watching the world go by, Kojiou is still and without presence. 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:''' "I have not," Dominic says seriously, despite the sword he's holding in his hand. He isn't that surprised this time by the appearance, because he knew it was coming. It's still an unsettling ability, though. He takes a deep breath. Dominic slowly turns around, looking Sasaki Kojirou dead in the eyes. He has a level of fear, mostly because he's going to be making a big leap here. He takes a deep breath, "A famous swordsman from my world once said: 'I choose to study the sword, for while rock shatters rock, and mace breaks bone, I believe that blade sharpens blade.'." "If you wish for an opponent who will satisfy you, I will offer myself, eventually. But you will find no greater opponent than the one you forge yourself." 

:'''{{#var:662|Fake Avenger (662)}} has posed:'''      "Ah," Kojirou observes as Dominic starts. He doesn't change even slightly - except for his eyes, which meet Dominic's. The eerie black sigils inside those eyes shift slightly, as though they were alive beyond their mere placement on a...human being? The sigils themselves seem to watch Dominic eagerly, apart from Kojirou's own impassive violet gaze.      Kojirou turns around. "Come here. I don't want to stand out in the open for what might be a lengthy conversation. The A-RAYs have been moving a bit more than I'd like, and I'd rather give this my full attention. I have a blanket inside a cave. We'll go there."      He turns, and starts walking. Again, he leaves no footprints - but this time, he doesn't simply vanish or fade away or whatever it is he did last time. 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:''' "I agree," Dominic says in a neutral tone. It's mostly meant to hide the uncertainty of his desire to actually follow Kojirou away from the Warp Gate and into a cave. This is how about 90% of explorers die and never get found. The way those markings move, and especially the ones in his eyes, are truly unsettling. He shudders mentally. The pictures he had shown the Light Warriors gave no justice to how truly unsettling this phenomenon was in person. He follows silently after the Servant that leaves no footprints. The sword is gripped tightly in his hands. 

:'''{{#var:662|Fake Avenger (662)}} has posed:'''      Kojirou doesn't look over his shoulder as they walk. As Dominic grips his sword tightly, however, Kojirou stops, a brief smile crossing his face. He tilts his head back, letting his eye meet Dominic's.      "Your caution is to be commended. But if I want to kill you, I will tell you so before I do it. I'm not the type to stab a man in the back when I could enjoy his death."      Then he turns back, eyes-front and keeps walking.      It's not long until they reach Kojirou's cave. Kojirou brushes the rock in front of it out of the way, revealing the black opening. It has no signs of inhabitance, which is probably intentional. It's also quite a bit deeper than Dominic would probably like, and completely unlit. Kojirou enters first, apparently accustomed to the dark, and waits until Dominic is inside to close the rock behind him as casually as a man might shut a door.      The boulder's size is no inhibitor.      Still unhindered by the darkness, Kojirou moves deftly around Dominic and takes a seat - though Dominic hears nothing and sees nothing, unless he's brought a light of his own. There's the sound of a cork popping off a bottle, and then liquid sloshing into a cup.      "Sit and have a drink," Kojirou declares, "We'll start there." 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:''' Dominic does not have a reply to the reassurance from the man, though he is inclined to believe him about it. Accordingly, his grip on the blade he holds is lessened and he nods his head slightly. He then follows on in silence, eventually sitting when asked to do so. Dominic has had alcohol before, but mostly wine at formal events, or occasionally hard liquor when his father was feeling particularly celebratory over a tournament victory or a new acquisition through the company. He sniffs at the glass several times before taking a sip from it, not so naive as to try to drink it all at once. "I thank you for the drink, Sir Kojirou." He notes, holding it in his hand politely and waiting for the talking part to begin, "I will understand if you decline my request." 

:'''{{#var:662|Fake Avenger (662)}} has posed:'''      "Why do you want to learn to kill?"      Kojirou wastes no time. The moment Dominic has taken a sip, the words are out of Kojirou's mouth, flashing through the pitch black like a flying dagger. They are neither accusatory, nor judgemental, nor anything beyond an observation, however; the words come with a mismatched, eerie serenity that hangs off them like icicles from a ledge, the same mismatched serenity that clings to Kojirou with every step. 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:''' Those words that fly across the room like a dagger are easily parried in a simple tone from Dominic. Judging by the cadence and the practiced way in which he says it, he at least thought far enough ahead to anticipate this singular question, "I do not wish to learn to kill." "I wish to learn swordsmanship. I believe there is a difference," He takes another simple sip of the drink and his next words are more honest and eased in tone from his more practiced opening line, "I only took my first life very recently to protect another's life. That life hangs heavy with me, but it also woke me up to my own naivety." "Swordsmanship, the study of the blade and its techniques, that is what I seek. If it is used to kill, that is unfortunate. But I wish to grow stronger so I can help my friends when they need me, even if that means taking a life. That is what I want to learn. The art of killing is not swordsmanship, but swordsmanship can be used to kill." 

:'''{{#var:662|Fake Avenger (662)}} has posed:'''      Kojirou is silent for a moment. He sips from his sake in that silence, in that darkness, unhurried by the world. He takes everything at his own pace, after all, and this is no exception. No, moreso. This is an important decision.      "Why does it hang heavy with you?" Kojirou finally asks. "Why does the life of a man mean anything more than the life of a sparrow? By what criteria did you decide that it would bother you to kill a man before you struck him down?" 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:''' "Because it was the first blood I ever spilled, I suppose, from another man. And because it was a woman. She came at me with a knife, and I simply ended her life as if it were a game," He says in a very heavy tone, watching the man as he sips his drink. Dominic has thought a lot about that woman. "I cannot speak to the life of a man versus that of a sparrow. Or of any monster," His sword is out of his hand and laying next to him non-threateningly, "I never wish to become comfortable with killing, but I wish for it to not make me a liability to my Prince and my friends." 

:'''{{#var:662|Fake Avenger (662)}} has posed:'''      "And yet you dwell on it. You hold a weapon, but you treat it like a game. It makes you uncomfortable because you are aware of this. Your blade has a point. Your blade is sharp. It's not meant for dancing and playing. It's meant for fighting and killing."      Kojirou goes silent again, like he's mulling something over. "Well, it's not for me to judge," he decides finally.      "You want to learn my style, then." Kojirou finally cuts to the heart of the matter. "You want to learn my techniques and go as far as you can, and perhaps one day surpass me, as students do."      "And as you learn them, you want to avoid becoming like me. You want to walk your own path, and take your cues from mine, rather than follow in my footsteps, because you disagree with my methods, even though you can see the rewards." 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:''' "You misunderstand me on one singular point," Dominic says in a very, very tentative fashion, as if correcting Kojirou may overstep his bounds, "I no longer view this as a game, and my blade as a toy. Rather, I wish to become so skilled that killing is no longer necessary," He takes a sip of his drink, "This means I MUST learn to kill, for my desire to not do so requires I absolutely master it. Perhaps a foolish task to attempt, but it is one I have chosen." In the simplest explanation: He wants to become so good with a blade that he no longer HAS to kill. This, of course, requires a very grim task of learning all the ways TO kill, so they can be subverted by a master. "As for the rest, you are correct, more or less." 

:'''{{#var:662|Fake Avenger (662)}} has posed:'''      "That's very arrogant," Kojirou decides finally, after another long stretch of silence in the darkness.      "For such a level of skill to exist, you must be better than every other opponent. While that in itself is a lofty goal, your reasoning is arrogant beyond recognition. To imagine that you can be so good, killing is never again necessary, is to say the same thing as having complete control over the battlefield."      "There isn't any such state. There will never come a day when you stand atop the battlefield in perfect control, surpassing all your enemies. That ego will get you killed."      Kojirou looks off to the side, as if he's listening to something, though unless Dominic can see in the darkness it'd be impossible to tell.      "A swordsman on the battlefield does what he needs to do to survive. If you need to kill, then kill. Compassion and ego go hand in hand, and ego is a barrier on the road you want to walk."      "But...it's irrelevant. I'm afraid I don't have a style. I have only one technique, and it isn't something worth learning on its own. It's merely the result of a man chasing a worthless dream. Everything I learned, I learned from that. I haven't ever had a teacher."      Kojirou sets the cup down. "That is my advice. Find a dream. A hobby. Something impossible, simple, pointless, meaningless...it doesn't matter. Find a dream and follow it wherever it may lead." 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:''' "It is arrogant, that is true. They have many terms for such a person in my world," Dominic says simply, watching the man as he calls him arrogant. For as much as he wants to argue the point, he does not, "I will likely have to some day kill again. And on that day, I would like enough control of myself not to hesitate and put a life in jeopardy like I did for that girl while I fought you," He admits to Kojirou before he sets the cup down too. "If nothing else, I have at least learned one thing today," He says firmly, "We disagree on what it means to wield a sword. And what it means to master one." He doesn't say this like it's a bad thing. Rather, like it is a very good thing, "It will make the day when we fight again all the more interesting." "I look forward to seeing your technique. Perhaps you will be surprised on that day," He notes, looking down at his gloved hands, "For now... for a dream... I think it shall simply be to travel this Extraverse, meet its swordmasters, and see what they can teach me." "I thank you for your time, Sasaki Kojirou." 

:'''{{#var:662|Fake Avenger (662)}} has posed:'''      Kojirou stands. He rolls aside the boulder with a casual motion again, letting light flood back into the cave.      "Very well. I look forward to seeing what you can become, so I'll give you a bit more advice, then I recommend this."      "Discard the notion of masters and students. Discard the idea of learning from others. The road another man walks is never the road you should walk. Unlearn what you know. Discard your training. Throw away your skill, and return to nothing. In doing so, discard your ego, your preconceptions, your understanding of what swordsmanship is."      "Then take up your sword and swing it for the joy of swinging it. Keep swinging it, no matter what lies in your path." Kojirou tilts his head back as he steps out into the sun and drains the sake cup. "Keep swinging through until you reach mastery. Keep swinging, in a way that makes you comfortable, in a way that makes you happy, in a way that makes you feel something other than just the weight of the lives you'll take."      "Then, when we fight, I'll show you my Tsubame Gaeshi, and you'll be able to understand why I can't teach it. And you'll show me what truth you discover on the path you've found."      "I'll look forward to seeing our truths clash." 

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1199/Super Secret Light Warriors Meeting

2014-12-27T21:51:31Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Mid-afternoon at Alexander Academy meant that most classes were winding down-at least for those geniuses that cleverly arranged their schedule to maximize their afternoon free time. This usually involved a complicated dance of study halls and physical education courses. For those that participate in school clubs, owners could even get excused early to handle club business-depending on the business and which teacher was sponsoring it.     For the purpose of the Light Warriors, Professor Tygan King provided the patronage that allowed them to get away with this. On occasion.     Kyra was finished with her classes anyway. Classes have never been a problem for her as her classmates may note with some irritation. Affording teachers proper respect, on the other hand, was another story. But for now, Kyra sits in an empty classroom that had been reserved by King as the official Light Warriors meeting room. Her mPad and several notebooks lie spread out on the table and one of the projectors in the classroom has been switched on.     Projected onto the wall, fed in by Kyra's mPad, is a horrifyingly complicated-looking graphic that, turns out, is the best approximation of a multiversal map. 

:'''{{#var:642|Landon al Cid (642)}} has posed:'''      The Prince of Ramuh does not often have a lot of free time. Being one of the future heads of state of Galianda meant that, besides having an above-average workload, he also has to attend to lots of things ordinary high-schoolers don't worry about very often.      Still, he does occasionally have free time in a more meaningful capacity. Today is one of those days.      Landon steps into the club room, still in his uniform. He hasn't bothered to change out of it, and indeed, rarely does when he's actually at school; his armor tends to go on over it when he needs it, and when he doesn't, it's much too much a hassle to change. Besides, the school uniform is actually rather comfortable for someone who's spent a lot of time in expensive and formal clothing.      Landon pauses at the doorway and looks at the wall for a moment. He's silent as he watches the projection before he moves to knock gently on the door.      "Pardon me. I hope I'm not interrupting anything...? That looks quite complicated and thorough. I can come back if you need to focus." 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Kyra taps a pen to her chin, staring thoughtfully at whatever she has going on with her mPad. A closer look would reveal a wall of text that would take some serious shoulder surfing to read. She seems pretty into whatever she's reading and doesn't even notice Landon showing up until he taps on the door. Kyra startles just a little and stares at Landon for a long moment.     Somedays it's still a shock to her that Landon, the PRINCE OF RAMUH is in their club.     "Oh, no, you're not really...interrupting. Heck, c'mon in, Prince, I'm just plotting some Light Warriors stuff." she waves him to come into the room enthusiastically. "It's like.../man/ there are so many places out there, it'll take three lifetimes to visit everything. So we gotta prioritize. So I'm scoping things out based on the info I can find out there." 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:''' Since his encounter with Sasaki Kojirou, Dominic had been given a pretty decent reprieve in his coursework. Of course, the bandage had come off recently and the wound healed perfectly, meaning that he no longer has a big nasty cut to use as an excuse. This had meant his first day BACK had been mostly 'get to training and make sure your skills didn't diminish'. He had been spared a lot of written homework due to bringing back a bunch of reports on Extraversal worlds as extra credit. Dominic, with a bookbag across one shoulder and his sword at the opposite hip, almost walks right into Landon due to his personally being lost in thought. He doesn't, though, that would be incredibly embarassing. Instead, he stops just short of the doorway and looks over his shoulder, playfully cajoling the prince in a quiet tone, "No loitering in doorways, Big G. Please curb your rebellious ways." Though he does look over Landon's shoulder to see what has him paused. When Kyra invites them both in, he seems to perk up at the talk about places, "I actually visited a very interesting world recently." 

:'''{{#var:633|Soan Sagittarius (633)}} has posed:'''      Soan Sagittarius is not the head of any houses, heir to any kingdom or even a very important figure in the worldly affairds of politics. He does have, on the other hand, quite many other duties that he must perform. Many are self-inflicted. The Academy wont patrol itself, and the last reality terrorist attack a week or so back put him on edge. Dragoon Man intensified his search for potential Chaos cult locations, but have not found anything big so far. Just the random nutjob, if anything like that at all. Muggings. Monsters lurking from sewers and basements.      It troubles him.      Still, the Multiverse is another thing need to divert a lot of energy into. It's something of an investment, in this case. It represents the future, after all.      "Then you need to stop /using/ the doors, Dominic." Soan Sagittarius, who was clearly not visible a few moments ago, comes out from behind one of the shadows of the shelves in the empty class room. He'll have to furnish it when they get some more funds, he wants a display case here. "But yes, that's a splendid idea, Kyra! Giving a priority to our travels will make it more efficient."      Soan take a seat, letting out a breath as he relaxes for a bit, remembers something, then asks. "Also, hello everyone. How are you all doing?" 

:'''{{#var:642|Landon al Cid (642)}} has posed:'''      Landon makes a face. "Are you going to call me that forever?" He inquires of Dominic as he enters properly, closing the door behind him. He doesn't admit that he didn't see Soan in the corner, nor does he jump when the other young man appears, instead offering him a polite nod. "Good afternoon, Soan. I'm alright, I suppose. I just finished offering gifts to our extraversal allies...although you should have gotten a basket, as well, if all went as planned."      Landon heads in and sits down. "What sort of information are you looking for?" He asks of Kyra. 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:''' "Not forever. Just around club members," He points out, hand resting on his book bag. He takes out his mPad and then says, "I have information on a world I wandered through, Kyra. One second." He ahems and then says, "Mogi. Please data transfer information on Avenger's world." A neutral female voice says, "Right away." It would then try to file transfer information on Avenger's world to Kyra's mPad. Mostly pictures and handmade notes about the world and a picture of Sasaki Kojirou covered in crazy tattoos. While this happens, he takes a few moments to just be baffled at Soan, "How did you... appear from behind a shelf?" He looks at the wall carefully, trying to find a hole in it in a bit of wonderment. A 'ping' chimes from his datapad when the transfer finishes, "It was a very desolate world. I think it was one of those Eee-Arths that many of the Extraversals hail from, but very Odin-like in its inhospitability." 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "What, do we need another cover name for you, 'Big G'?" Kyra smirks mischeviously, "I can come up with a new one for you. Like, I dunno, Mixmaster P-diddy. Or High Roller." It sounds like Kyra can invent any manner of DJ names for Landon if needed. Whether or not he'd enjoy them, well...     She waves Dominic and Soan to come sit down at the table-there are plenty of chairs throughout the classroom to drag up if need be-and gestures to all the stuff she has strewn about. "Now what I'm trying to go for are places where it's likely we could pick up a quest or adventure or find a good B-rank dungeon to explore. We're an /adventure club/ after all and I'm sure you've got your own political circuit your family wants you to take."     The last part is, of course, directed at Landon.     "-oh, you left us a basket, eh? I haven't seen mine yet." Kyra titters, elated that she got a GIFT from the PRINCE.     The file lands on Kyra's mPad and she starts dragging displays around with her finger. After a moment, the file opens on the projector's screen for everyone to see. Kyra makes a few gestures and scrolls through the pictures. "...huuuuh. So....what's the deal with this place, then?" 

:'''{{#var:633|Soan Sagittarius (633)}} has posed:'''      Soan rather enjoys perplexing people with his improbable entries. The thief just grins at Dominic as he demonstrate the potential location of a world to visit, straightening up to give a look over at the screen. A vaste, desolate and nasty place that rivals Odin in it's inhospitability. Lovely! This might do perfectly! Not for a beach vacation, mind you.      "Huh. That could be worth an investigation, I admit." Soan says, scratching his chin thoughtfully, looking at Landon. "Oh, yeah, I've got your basket, thanks. I've put it in the fridge at my dorm and I'll give it the attention that it deserves at Victory."      He takes out his own tablet, remorselessly. It is not a mPad. It's a ChocoTab. "Alternatively, we can go check this Eorzea world, too. By the sounds of Quentyn, there might be lots of interesting things to check out there." 

:'''{{#var:642|Landon al Cid (642)}} has posed:'''      Landon shakes his head, but he doesn't seem to protest further. He also doesn't comment on the desolate hellhole of a world onscreen, because his player plays that Kojirou guy and that would be hilariously meta.      "That's...quite alright," He assures Kyra after a moment. "And, yes, I did. Several delicacies from across Galianda...I thought it would be a nice way to give the Union a, erm, taste, of what our home is like. And participate in the spirit of this bizarre holiday of theirs."      "A B-Rank dungeon, is it...?" He taps his chin thoughtfully. 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:''' Dominic doesn't mind the existence of the ChocoTab. But he also doesn't comment on it. He takes a seat, setting down his book bag and says, "I do not know either of those names," He notes. He hasn't actually met either Stark or Thor, "But it seems as if it may be a case of there being one of many different types of the same world." He frowns a bit. "It was very dangerous, though. I believe that were I not of Galianda, the magical saturation in the air would have been very harmful. As it was, it left me with a headache. Its inhabitants are also very hostile. I was challenged by a swordsman, pictured there, almost immedaitely. It would be interesting to visit, but likely not alone." He rubs his hand under his chin, his report on the other world being done, "B-Rank, though. What of Sir Faruja's world? He can seem a bit narrow-minded, but his world has some very interesting creatures on it." 

:'''{{#var:633|Soan Sagittarius (633)}} has posed:'''      "He is somewhat, ain't he?" Soan says, opening up his tablet. It makes an adorable 'kweh!' noise as it lights up. "He exploded rather hard on Helena that time we went to Titan. I mean, who dosen't, but before that he seemed rather reclusive on the idea of our existances and the plate's nature."      He swipes something off the screen, frowning. "A B-Rank dungeon would be a pretty good idea. The C-Rank was a good taste, but an actual, extraversal dungeon would really be an inaguration of the Club."      Soan looks at Dominic. "Sir Faruja's world might be a possibility. It sounded... diverse. One of his aids was this lady with theses long hairy ears." 

:'''{{#var:642|Landon al Cid (642)}} has posed:'''      "I am less than impressed by the idea of such zealotry," Landon admits after a moment, shifting, "Even the zealots of our own world displease me. To have someone tell us that our way of life is wrong from outside the universe is...uncomfortable, to say the least. It is yet another reminder that we must be careful in our enthusiasm." 

:'''{{#var:633|Soan Sagittarius (633)}} has posed:'''      "Yeah, me neither." The Dragoon says, holding his hands behind his head, leaning back. "That's a good point." 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     The mischevious grinning continues. Kyra can kind of tell that Landon doesn't really /like/ the nicknames which is what made them even FUNNIER. That might be the closest she'll get to an outright no but until then...     "The Christmas thing doesn't seem that bad. I like the gifts and all but not everyone can bring gifts to /everyone/ they know. Maybe people that do a lot of multiversal stuff are rich?"     Reaching over, she pokes Dominic. "Next time take us with you, then! In fact, I'd recommend everyone at least travel with one other person." She reddens a little, "...especially me though I've been breaking that rule lately." It's pretty clear that Kyra fails on the physical side of things and would be done for if a melee fighter got within range on her. "Ivalice does seem pretty neat. I'd visit there again, if only because Faruja wants this Phrego Larson guy hunted down. He's the guy that tried to corrupt their Phoenix."     Landon declares that he /dislikes/ the zealots of their world and Kyra's grin widens just a little. A few more points are added to Landon, further exacerbating Kyra's strange mix of feelings about The Prince. "But hey if he wants to hate on a whole world, that's his problem, not ours." 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:''' Dominic makes a frowning face at Soan, "Long, hair ears? That sounds incredibly unappealing." He wrinkles his face a bit. He might not be imagining rabbit ears, but instead a much droopier sort of ear. Dominic sighs slightly at Landon, "It makes me very unhappy to hear then act like that, too." The blonde-haired noble frowns a bit and then says, "To think of our students getting such treatment is rather infuriating. Perhaps someone should call him out on it." A passing suggestion, though. And probably not the best one. He's getting needled and poked (literally) by the White Mage, "Yes, well. It was late at night. You all were asleep. I met that very nice Lady Einzbern, though." Lady is a bit of a misnomer, since she was like 10. He plants his hands firmly on the table, "Still, if other worlds wish to make judgments about us that are incorrect, that means the Light Warriors should help as much as we can to prove those judgements wrong," He says firmly. 

:'''{{#var:642|Landon al Cid (642)}} has posed:'''      "Actually," Landon reminds her, a bit glumly, "It is my problem. If he and his decide to begin shouting their zealotry into our populace, and it causes a riot, it could cause widespread problems, both with our own relationship with the Union and vice-versa. It would set extraversal relations back substantially."      He sighs and runs his fingers thrugh his hair, nodding at Dominic. "It is what we're here for, isn't it? Theoretically, anyway. I'm quite happy Chocobo allowed us to do this...though I admit, I occasionally feel a bit bad about my presence here. It does seem to bring you trouble, particularly from Mursame."      "For my part, I went to a world that was..." He shifts, again looking uncomfortable, "Lady Priscilla's, I believe. She conjured several of us to her world in our sleep as glowing phantoms, and we faced off against a tyrant god. Death is apparently cheap, there. I would classify it as A-Rank, at least." 

:'''{{#var:633|Soan Sagittarius (633)}} has posed:'''      "I dunno, the rest of the girl was pretty fetching. It was just some really long ears on the top sides of her head. I think her legs were digitigrade, as well? I couldn't really tell with the equipment she was wearing. She seemed more sensible than her boss, anyway." Soan says, without skipping a beat. She /was/ pretty, damnit, there's no damn shame in admitting that.      The topic shifts to a more serious topic, Soan straightens on his chair, nodding. "If prefferable, do go with someone you do trust. Having a buddy watching your back increases your odds of not getting hurt or killed -- and retreating in case something really bad happens." He nods again, this time at Dominic. "Precisely. A lot of people /here/ are afraid of the Multiverse, and many are indifferent about us out there. Some are less. Some are more. Shaking misconceptions, finding the real dangers, not the ones that we imagine, finding the beauty that lies out there now and the people we can talk and converse with." He nods at Landon. "That, too. We need to know what's out there, but still stand for ourselves."      He clears his voice, speech done. "I think I heard you guys do that. I went to that world to stop that robbery ... two weeks ago? Some kind of robot and some weirdo that summoned monsters from balls robbed a bank." 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "You can prove 'em wrong. So far I don't think they're inclined to really listen to me for some reason. Guess I'm too wild?" Kyra half-smiles at that, thinking back to the incident on Ryu's world with that Teepo guy. "Maybe you guys need to sit down with Faruja and set things straight." As she speaks, she makes notes on her mPad, multitasking easily.     Her smile fades as Landon claims it IS his problem and the fragile relations with extraversals hang in the balance. But as for the club: "I think Murasame has problems with all of us, Landon. It's not just you. So don't worry about it, he's not fond of Kamon either and he's technically our founder." She pauses and stares at Landon once he describes his journey to Priscilla's world.     "...I've apparently been missing the good stuff." she laments. Taking both that and Soan's outing into account. "You frontliners get all the fun!" 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:''' "I promise to take you out on my next journey with me, if you are available~," Dominic notes in a teasing tone, leaning back in his chair before he folds his hands behind his head in a casual gesture, "Murasame are an interesting group. I can't say much bad about them, for political reasons. They make up a large share of my father's military contracting." And then he's cut off by his phone buzzing him that he has messages. The blonde-haired fencer has a brief conversation (readable on X-Union) before hanging up, "Well. It seems in my haste to finish my homework and see you all, I forgot a prior engagement. I will be forced to leave in just a little bit." He looks back to Kyra, "Anyway, you should not feel too bad. If anything, it merely means we all wish not to endanger a friend such as you. We are truly gentlemen, all." He notes, looking to Soan and Landon a bit befor enodding as if that's totally the reason. He may wish to be not focusing on the more serious topics of Extraversal relations and prejudices, if just for the moment. 

:'''{{#var:642|Landon al Cid (642)}} has posed:'''      "It hurt," Landon assures Kyra after a moment, "I had a spear of light shot through my stomach. It was quite awful. I nearly died...as a phantom? It's hard to describe, but it was staggeringly, unbelievably painful."      "The creature we fought was all that my family has ever stood against, given form." He frowns. "I wouldn't call it fun. Fascinating, maybe...but not my idea of entertainment."      He sighs and presses his face into his hands. "Yes, I suppose we should talk to Sir Faruja about this sort of thing, but it isn't a problem yet, and I don't wish to make it a problem until he moves on it. If he continues lecturing us on the evils of our ways, I will firmly ask that he put a stop to it, but in the meantime..."      He nods at Dominic as he leaves. "Have a lovely duel." 

:'''{{#var:633|Soan Sagittarius (633)}} has posed:'''      Soan waves at Dominic, while he's still there. "Watch out for her. She can change shape and make illusions." The Thief warns the Fencer, grinning a bit at him -- but not being specific on the full nature of the 'threat' the fae represent.      Soan sits back on his chair, lets out a small sigh as adds. "It was when I was in Uniform, Kyra. That asshat then tried to hold the city hostage with a gigantic crab creature. I've rammed him into it -- and one of thoses 'robot girlfriends' took the hit for him. And he had the audacity to diss it because, uh. She wasn't human-looking in her true shape."      It's quite clear by Soan's expression that he's still not quite sure what the heck to think about all of this crap.      "Yeah, I'd say see where it goes, do our best to give the best impression with the Inquisitor." 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "Yeah but at the same time, Dominic..." Kyra looks a little put out, "I don't like being, well, left behind. I want some awesome adventure accomplishments too. For....what I /can/ do at least."     Kyra frowns, looking troubled, but it passes.     "Well not fun but definitely /exciting/. And fascinating, yeah! -oh, right, you wanted me to come along too, right Dominic? In case that guy started biting?" She does something to her mPad and it de-links from the projector in the classroom. 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:''' "Illusions, got it!" Dominic says, picking up his book bag and then hoisting it up over his shoulder, nodding to Soan in a serious way. He does take his duels as pretty serious business, being a Fencer and all. "Do not call your meeting on account of me, much as I would love to have you cheering my praises. I believe it will be in their Ring of Philosophy, so I will likely not suffer injury. Or so she told me." He smiles at Kyra, appreciating her concern but not wanting his personal activities to disrupt club meetings or anything. 

:'''{{#var:667|Grant Mason (667)}} has posed:'''     Bruised and bandaged, the big man from Titan was surprised to hear voices coming from what he assumed would be an abandoned classroom. Spotting Dominic leaving the room, he pushes his way inside shortly after the other man leaves. It's really dificult to hide his presence, so he usually doesn't bother. He just barely caught a glimpse of the map being projected before it vanished, so he keeps his mouth shut about it for now.     "What're you all up to? Secret meetings that you don't want folks spying on? Speaking of which, I wasn't actually spying, just kinda walkin' by when I saw Masoch tear out of here like he was being chased by an angry chocobo. Wanted to see what was going on." Somehow he doubts they're gonna tell him what they're up to, but he figures he could prod and poke either way. 

:'''{{#var:642|Landon al Cid (642)}} has posed:'''      The Prince looks over at Grant. Mason is...big. He'd seen the big man around campus a few times, but rarely said much to him; they just didn't run in the same social circles.      "Ah, Sir Masoch had a prior engagement...an agreement to spar with an Extraversal, I believe. I think he's quite alright, just running a bit late." He offers the big man a broad smile and flicks his eyes over at Kyra. "I don't believe this is a /secret/ meeting, is it, Lady Hyral?" 

:'''{{#var:633|Soan Sagittarius (633)}} has posed:'''      Soan looks up. He's glad that he was talking pretty vaguely! Next time, he'll have to close the door. Funny just how often you forget something that simple.      "Oh hey, Grant." The Thief says, giving a wave at the man as he relaxes into his seat. "No, we're not in the Secret Room, so." 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     It is very difficult to not notice Grant. Recognizing the voice, Kyra gives the Titan an even nod. "Hello." she says with equal evenness, despite the fact that she is more or less a stereotypical natural enemy of Grant's type. Nerds versus jocks and all, right?     "This is a Light Warrior's club meeting. We're not exactly a secret club or anything, being totally official. We've got badges and everything." In fact, Kyra's actually wearing her Kamon-crafted badge /right now/. She folds her arms over her chest and looks at Grant evenly.     "Why, are you looking to join?" 

:'''{{#var:667|Grant Mason (667)}} has posed:'''     The question actually surprised Grant a bit, "Join the Light Warriors?" He asks. He'd never even considered they might ask him if he wants to join. He's also never really expressed any interest in it before, he'd be the first to admit, so it wouldn't be surprising that the topic never came up, "Honestly never really thought about it. You guys and I don't really hang out, you know?"     Putting his hands in his jacket pockets, he looks down at Kyra quietly for a few minutes, "You guys go out and run dungeons and stuff, right? Or have you expanded out into the new worlds now, too? There lots of dungeons out there to tackle? Bet you guys have been keeping busy." 

:'''{{#var:642|Landon al Cid (642)}} has posed:'''      "We've been doing quite a bit with extraversal exploration," Landon tells Grant, "We were in fact just talking about further forays into the Extraverse to see what we could see. It's fascinating, isn't it? One of the biggest events in Galiandan history." 

:'''{{#var:633|Soan Sagittarius (633)}} has posed:'''      "Explore the Extraverse, discover their cultures, see what we should be aware of in case they are dangerous -- and dispel unfounded fears." Soan says, bobbing his head slowly. "We are the forfront of something amazing, but we need to be wise and careful about this. This is what we are trying to be. Set an example, learn." 

:'''{{#var:666|Mirielle Edelweiss (666)}} has posed:'''     There is a small noise from a covered trashcan that has sat, dusty and disused, in a corner. "This isn't the secret room?" Comes a quiet voice from the trashcan.     Then, the little flappy window opens, and a pair of glasses and curious eyes poke out. "That's quite vexing." Mirielle murmurs, before carefully raising the lid, and placing it on the ground, before clambering out.     "Your secret room has eluded me once again." She grumbles, setting the top back on the trashcan and stretching out to pop her back and neck after curling up in a trash can for the better part of the meeting.     She offers no explanation as to why she had been hiding in a trashcan during the Light Warriors meeting, nor why she'd reveal herself to the gathered folks. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "We really don't hang out, no." Kyra agrees. "I mean, can you name any of the people here...?" Of course Kyra knew who he was since he went and introduced himself yesterday and it was hard not to recognize the star football player. Still, she keeps her eyes on him, head tilted up.     "Yup, that's exactly what we do. We formed the club specifically so we could go out and have extraversal adventures." she agrees along with Landon.     Then Mirelle speaks up and Kyra slooooowly peers over to look at the summoner. "...no, this isn't our secret room. That's much more well hidden, isn't it Soan? Ummm...why are you hiding in here anyway?" 

:'''{{#var:633|Soan Sagittarius (633)}} has posed:'''      Soan don't seem too surprised when Mirielle comes out of the trashcan, nothing beyond an lifted eyebrow toward Kyra. He shrugs at her. DId he know she was there and he didn't say anything? Or is he just good at feinging surprise? Who knows!      "Oh, no, this is not the secret room, our secret room has a lot more screens, armour stands and a buffet table." The Thief responds mischeviously. 

:'''{{#var:667|Grant Mason (667)}} has posed:''' "Well yeah." Grant says, as he takes a look around. Who does he know, "Well I know the prince. I mean sure, we don't exactly get all buddy buddy, but it's hard to not know him." Grant pulls his hands out of his jacket and folds them across his chest, "Besides, it's hardly my fault if you guys don't get involved in football or wrestling." At the sudden appearance from inside the waste bin, the big Titan man's head actually tilts to the side, a bit confused, "Have you been in there the entire time?" He wonders. He has no idea who she is, but that would be an impressive trick none the less. 

:'''{{#var:642|Landon al Cid (642)}} has posed:'''      Landon double-takes and stares at Mirielle. He looks at her for a very long moment, like he's slightly disbelieving but far too polite to ask something as gauche as 'why were you sitting in a trash can, are you alright'.      Finally, he decides on something simpler. "There aren't any secret rooms. That would be...very strange."      He gives Soan a look for a moment, like he can't tell if the Thief is trying to defuse the situation or encourage the strange girl. Finally, he sighs and runs his fingers through his hair, leaning back in the chair to check his phone. % "Ah...goodness, I admit, I haven't really kept up with our football team. Are we doing well? I heard we're still having some trouble with Ark Institute."      *Ark*. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Kyra pouts a little at Landon when he doesn't play along with the 'secret room' thing. Then she stares at Grant and finally stands, putting her hands on her hips. "The Prince doesn't count because everyone recognizes the /Prince of Ramuh/. I bet you don't even know /my/ name. And there's a very good reason I don't do the whole football or wrestling thing."     Then Landon lays down a sick diss upon the /entire football team/. Kyra lets out a soft 'ooooh.' 

:'''{{#var:633|Soan Sagittarius (633)}} has posed:'''      "And I'm just this guy." Soan says, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm just a Thief." 

:'''{{#var:666|Mirielle Edelweiss (666)}} has posed:'''     Mirielle looks up from noting down Soan's 'totally truthful' discourse on the Secret Room while thoughtfully nodding. She pulls out a small notebook, opens a page with some words upon it, and scribbles down a note.     As to WHY she was in the trashcan, she simply looks, curiously, at Kyra, Soan, and Landon in turn. "... You had not invited me to join your club. I wished to participate in activities. It is very simple." She replies, giving a small smile.     Soan gets a curious look. "I would think a prominent member of the Theives Guild slash Assembly slash Associated Members slash Union... it's really unclear what the group is called or if there's a group. I think?"     Mirielle pulls out ANOTHER notebook, and begins leafing through it.     Landon's correction earns Soan a stink eye, and a pointed crossing out in Notebook #1.     "I, erm... Well, I'm certainly not royalty." She offers, with a bit of a forced 'eheh'. 

:'''{{#var:667|Grant Mason (667)}} has posed:''' "You're Kyra Hyral." Mason says, as he looks at Kyra, "I don't know much else about you beyond a name, I admit, but your family is pretty well known around the Academy." For reasons which Grant won't get into during polite conversation. Honestly most of what he's heard is just rumors and hearsay, but he'll roll with it just the same. He doesn't know, or particularly care, how much is true. Turning back to the prince, Grant considers his statement for a few moments, "Yeah they kinda kicked us around pretty bad last time. But it's alright, we're playing them again in a few weeks and we have something special planned for them this time. Hope you'll come on down, bet you can get yourself a fancy private box and everything."     The mention of Soan being in the Union does get his attention, eyes glancing over to Soan for just a few moments, but he does his best to try to not look like that's what got his attention. 

:'''{{#var:633|Soan Sagittarius (633)}} has posed:'''      Soan looks down at Mirielle as she emerges from the trashcan Or at least, makes herself more visible inside of it. They'll have to get a much smaller trashcan, he thinks. To prevent thieves and ninjas to hide in them, now that he thinks about it.      Sports pursuits are not part of his interests, he has enough of it being a moonlighting Superhero. He shrugs at the summoner. "All you had to do was ask, Mirielle. The Department of Rogues is just a membership among others." 

:'''{{#var:642|Landon al Cid (642)}} has posed:'''      Landon beams. "I'll endeavor to do just that. I look forward to seeing us trounce them thoroughly."      He glances over at Mirielle. "Erm...yes. It...that is rather logical. Though, you could perhaps have asked Sir Lionward? He's the club leader..."      He shoots a slightly apologetic look at Kyra. He doesn't lie to people! It's kind of his family's thing. 

:'''{{#var:666|Mirielle Edelweiss (666)}} has posed:'''     "Sir Lionward?" Mirielle parrots, before looking concerned. "Ah. He is... quite intimidating." The beglasses'ed girl offers in response, tucking her notebooks away on her person. "Ah. Well, if you need them sabotaged, I can try to arrange that?" She asks, of Grant, as he speaks to Landon about the upcoming BIG GAME.     "This club is open signup?" She asks, after a few moments, as if it was a new, wonderful thought. She's... kind of a space cadet. 

:'''{{#var:667|Grant Mason (667)}} has posed:''' "I don't think we'll need to sabotage anything.." Grant says, though it looks like his phone is starting to buzz a few times. He looks at the prince for a second and then glances at his phone, "Ah, appologies. Seems people want my attention. But I'm in the presence of royalty so it can wait, I'm sure." He says, as he tucks the phone back into a pocket and grins, "But it'll be good, we're gonna put on quite the show." 

:'''{{#var:633|Soan Sagittarius (633)}} has posed:'''      Soan gives Grant a slight tip of the head, shoving his hands into his jacket's pockets. "Yeah. Kamon Lionward. He's pretty big, but don't worry about him. He's a nice guy." The thief answers Mirielle, smiling over at her. "It is open singup. We review applications, talk about prospective new members. It's usually an approval process between Kamon and myself, and generally in the group unless there is serious objections. After all, new members becomes part of the group." 

:'''{{#var:642|Landon al Cid (642)}} has posed:'''      "Intimidating? I can't say I've ever heard Sir Lionward described as such before...is he really? Perhaps it's just because I've met him..." Landon ponders aloud, thoughtfully. "Or perhaps I just don't think of him in such a manner...he is, truthfully, a terrifying warrior. But he's a good and decent man, and you've nothing to fear from him."      He shifts a bit, thoughtfully. Was that really how Kamon was perceived by the students? How were the Light Warriors, as a whole, perceived? Were they imagined to be some sort of elitist group? Well...perhaps they were! They were friends who had shared close secrets, after all. And...well...      Well...      Landon jolts himself out of his thoughts and shakes his head. "Ah, I have no doubt that our team won't need to resort to cheating to beat Ark Institute. I imagine they're working hard, ready for the next match."      Landon waves his hand. "No, no, not at all, Sir Mason. If you need to take a call, please; you won't insult me one bit." 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "Yeah, thanks for droppping by." Kyra finally speaks up, having gone silent for a while after Grant did manage to accurately name her. As for perceptions...did /none/ of them get perceived with any sense of popularity?     Did this make the Light Warriors the underdogs?     "Kamon's actually really nice." Kyra mentions in an offhanded manner, "Maybe they're just afraid of him because he doesn't talk very much." 

:'''{{#var:666|Mirielle Edelweiss (666)}} has posed:'''     "Oh. If application is needed..." Mirielle begins, before pulling out a more standardized sheaf of paper, and moving through it until she brings out club application forms. Which she proceeds to fill out.     In triplicate.     She then presses the forms into Soan's hand, as he is the CLUB OFFICER PRESENT.     "Here are my forms. If you need references..." She wonders, before pulling out her phone and collating something with her notebook. She becomes very engrossed in this activity.     "Oh, um, yes, good luck at the game." She offers to Grant, without looking at him. Possibly forgetting she had offered to rig the game. 

:'''{{#var:633|Soan Sagittarius (633)}} has posed:'''      Soan looks upon Mirielle, not adding much to what the other says about Kamon. They've pretty much summed up his thoughts, anyway. Instead, he looks rather interested at the speed Mirielle takes out a stack of Club Application Forms, already having been ready for this, then begins to fill them out with admirable speed.      Soan might have just found an assistant in the Club's bureaucratic affairs.      He takes the refferences as she produces them as he sits down and begins to review the forms presented to him, reading quickly through them as he thinks about it. Nothing too wrong in there, and he has some references.      He gives the names a look. Hrrrrm.      "Looks fine so far..." He mumbles, taking a note of the names to look them up later, beaming at Mirielle. It's startling to be before someone that's good with papers. Usually they have to be walked through this stuff! 

:'''{{#var:642|Landon al Cid (642)}} has posed:'''      Landon blinks as Mirielle fills out the forms, jutting him out of his thoughts. He stares at her for a moment in disbelief. He knows professional bureaucrats less swift at filling out paperwork.      He looks over at Soan, then at Kyra, exchanging a glance between them before he shifts his gaze back to Mirielle.      "That was...quick. Do you carry those everywhere?" 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Meanwhile Kyra internally questions the utility of so much paperwork. Why WAS the Thief Department so bureaucratic anyway? "Yeah, you're a little /weird/ but I don't really have a problem with it. Weird can be fun."     "I'm curious, though. Why do you want to join?" 

:'''{{#var:666|Mirielle Edelweiss (666)}} has posed:'''     Mirielle seems rather curious, as her references are accepted (her references are pretty much 'name someone and she can probably get a reference or a least a reference a degree away') and her collated list put away. "I have all the paperwork for everything I could need in a normal day at school." Mirielle replies, before pulling out a number of small 'book' summoning matricies. "As well as all the required reference material."     Stowing her gear, she spacey attitude just contiinues. "I have forms for joining a club, forming a club, request for club budgetary needs, updating officer rosters, request for a club room..." She drones on and on, before stopping. "Ah, yes. Why I'd like to join!"     She pumps her fists in the most tired, soulless looking 'fired up' pose. "Becuase this way I can get independent study PE credit. I need to make up a lot of exercising and adventuring credits. I focused on more academic pursuits before. It is a good compromise. I am... not good at PE classes." 

:'''{{#var:642|Landon al Cid (642)}} has posed:'''      The Prince of Ramuh blinks politely at the Shady Summoner again. He's sort of...putting together his thoughts in his head, more than likely. "Do you often need that much paperwork?" Comes the first question, since that seems like the right place to start. He hovers over that thought for a while before moving onwards.      "...we give a physical education credit? I was earnestly not aware of that." 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "So wait, you want to join this club so you can make up PE and adventuring credits?" Kyra slowly...frowns. "Am I hearing this right?" She reaches down and scoops up her mPad, putting it into her backpack. "I mean I can understand wanting to graduate and all, noble goal, that..." 

:'''{{#var:666|Mirielle Edelweiss (666)}} has posed:'''     "No. The club itself doesn't. But if I catalog the activities I do during club activities that are sufficently exertion-based, I can submit form 22-B Request for Independent Study Credit, and have it vetted by at least one PE professor or sports team coach, I can be excused with class credits for it. If you wish, I can share the forms." Mirielle replies, before looking to Kyra.     "Oh, no, not /just/ that. There's also the Student Body Request for Extracurricular Provisions and Funding. You can expense a portion of your adventuring supplies to the school as long as it's for a club activity, a scholarship competition, or a school-affiliated field trip. Did you know that you can get your professors to sign off on field trips in absentia? Oh, and, well, networking is always important. As an independent magical specialist, I don't have much of a future postgraduation beyond, well, returning to my family. Or making my own way."     She gives a bright-ish (still spacey) smile to Landon. "And with such personages as yourself, plus the prince, I'm sure it will be fun!"     Finally, after all is said and done and she twiddles her fingers together, she also mutters a final line. It's hard to hear. "Plus, well, being a hero is cool, right?" 

:'''{{#var:633|Soan Sagittarius (633)}} has posed:'''      Soan scratches his chin. Well, at least she's pretty honest about her initial intentions. "Yeah, we do, actually. I made sure that we had some sort of credit reward going on when I filled the paperwork to start up the club." Soan replies, giving a firm nod toward Landon and Kyra. He wouldn't expect they would know, or at least Kyra. Landon he's a bit more surprised by. "It's kind of an good explanation to occassionally be late, if this is a credit-giving activity, after all. Needs to be documented, of course."      He looks over Mirielle. She don't Smell like Chaos, or anything omnious, altought his other senses do feel a bit sketchy about it. He can't really place it in. Then something clicks about her motivations.      "You never really had much of a chance to get out and adventure, either, did you?" 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "So then you understand that if you don't participate in club activities, you're not going to get any kinds of credit." Kyra points out after she soldiers through Mirielle's pretty long explanation over using forms and paperwork to get credits or to get seemingly authorized field trips and so on. If anything, it tells her that this girl at least knows how to work the system-but things don't always work out like they do on paper. 

:'''{{#var:642|Landon al Cid (642)}} has posed:'''      Well, that's basically good enough for Landon. Between Soan and Kyra, they seem to have it handled. He offers Mirielle a broad smile. "I think you'll find yourself quite happy here. You seem like an alright sort, and, well...if you intend to take part in the adventures, then I see no reason to stop you. If Soan, Kyra, Dominic, or Kamon has an objection, I'm sure they'll let it be known soon enough."      He shifts a bit. "Ah, I'll...do what I can to make the experience enjoyable, then." 

:'''{{#var:666|Mirielle Edelweiss (666)}} has posed:'''     "Oh! Good, if you've got that out of the way, I can save the forms for later." Mirielle nods, with a happy sort of relief. The last question (from Soan) catches her off guard. "W-well... no. I've had to pay my own way through school, and that required a lot of work. Grades, as well. Scholarships expect certain things... And failing a PE class is out of the question." The summoner notes.     "I don't see how that could be a problem. Assisting people is not only my calling, but my speciality." She offers, spacily.     "Or is there some problem?" 

:'''{{#var:633|Soan Sagittarius (633)}} has posed:'''      Worked to get into the school, get her education. Soan can absolutely understand where she is getting from. "We'll have to discuss this with every members of the club, but so far I have no objections." He says, going back to her 'references'. He'll look around, ask about. Besides... her smell is weird. It's contradictary. "Oh, certainly, graduating can be stern."      He thinks on this, looking down at her form again. "So, a Calculator, correct? You seem pretty good at hiding." 

:'''{{#var:666|Mirielle Edelweiss (666)}} has posed:'''     "Hmm? Hiding?" Mirielle asks, catching on that note among all the other questions as something beyond the rhetorical. She looks to the trashcan, and then shrugs. "It was prudent. I wanted to find out more about the club, but it seemed... Elite. With a name like the Light Warriors, I was honestly suspicious you would not want me to join it." She notes.     "Well, it's what tends to get me around in the world. I'm not a thief, rogue, or ninja, if that's what you're asking." 

:'''{{#var:633|Soan Sagittarius (633)}} has posed:''' Soan gives Mirielle another firm nod, furrowing his brows as he think about what she says. So, she was very 'prudent' to hide into the garbage bin, in order to get a good opinion on their supposed status or acceptance level. Well! He's done worse things than that. She still feel somewhat creepy, but, ehn. "Hmmmm. Perhaps we do have an image problem." Soan mumbles, scratching his chin further, hitting some vestigal beard stubble.      He clasps his hands. "In any case, we'll discuss your application, then we'll let you know, okay?" 

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1200/Flighty Faerie vs. Dashing Dominic!

2014-12-27T06:10:19Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:367|Na`Sabal-Une Fang (367)}} has posed:'''      Welcome to the Ring of Philosophy! Where training for Union members frequently took place, both elite and non-elites made use of this place. And there was an elite waiting in it right now, or at least, at the entrance to it. Nasa was sitting on a small bench outside of the building, absently swinging her legs with her elbows on her knees, and chin resting in her hands.      She had totally not been waiting there all day, really! And ... sitting on her lap was a pair of kukri, some sort of liquid dampening the sheathes that they were in, thoguh it would be hard to tell exactly what it was. If Dominic had glanced at Nasa's file, though, he could probably assume it was some sort of venom or poison. She really DID plan on going all out! 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:''' Dominic is here. Between the classes this morning and the club meeting he left, he's here and carrying a book bag over one shoulder. At his hip is the long, slender blade of his rapier. He's briskly walking towards the area. Na`Sabal is not that hard to spot, what with her being waited right where she said she wouldbe. He raises a gloved hand to her, "Hail! And apologies for the delays. My classes for the morning ran into my club activities and I had to give a presentation on an Extraversal world. I am here now, though." 

:'''{{#var:367|Na`Sabal-Une Fang (367)}} has posed:'''      Dominic's arrival gets an almost immediate hop up from Nasa, she was pretty easy to spot anyway, what with the whole 'wings and black skin' thing. The twin sheathes were almost reflexively popped back into place where they belonged, and Nasa flashed a wide grin towards Dominic, flashing a mouthful of sharp teeth that ...somehow weren't shown in a threatening manner. "Vendui! Is okay~. Understands, has to hunt a lot and that does to keep Nasa busy often too." Nasa says, giving a quick little bob of her head.      Nasa lifts her hand towards Dominic's, moving to give him a hi-five. She wasn't quite used to that 'waving' thing yet. "This should to being fun, from your weapon, we are both to being speed types!" She says with a happy little giggle, turning to make her way into the building somewhat unceremoniously. "Does have any rules wants to impose?" Nasa asks curiously. 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:''' "Yes. Please refrain from biting me," Dominic says pretty seriously. It seems her comment yesterday about using biting to get through armor is one that stuck with him, "Otherwise, I am unclear as to the nature of this duel. Since you were the one to issue the challenge, you may set up any other stipulations you wish." He notes. When their hands collide in a high-five, he merely gives her a confused look. It was not the greeting he was expecting, but he does not particularly feel a need to correct it either, "Otherwise, I request that you don't use whatever ability you said might cause actual damage despite the dampening nature of this land. These are my only requests which I wish to personally impose." Being a Fencer, Dominic's requests are basic and mostly centered around safety and restriction erring towards caution. Well, and not wanting to be bitten by an Extraversal. Galianda's White Mages and Alchemists had yet to study the new diseases. 

:'''{{#var:367|Na`Sabal-Une Fang (367)}} has posed:'''      "No biting? ... That's no fun! Though does understand why would say that. Luckily is damage dampeners, siyo~." Nasa says, carefully stepping into one of the arena prep areas. "Mmm... does want for you to not hold back, really, is only thing. System will to keep Nasa safe, so to not worry about her~." She says, humming cheerfully.      "A-ah, yeah. Does naut intend to drain your life energy, would to being bad if somehow got around it. Is unlikely could, but ... is better safe then sorry, yes." Nasa says with a small nod and smile. The look of confusion had been noted, but Nasa just figured it was a surfacer thing, really. Like those hi-five things... why he wanted one then, she just had no idea, but she wasn't going to be all mean and leave him hanging!      "So, nau biting, nau Hand of Transference to deal damage. Understands!" Once Nasa was inside of the training zone, Nasa hums a moment, before selecting a simple battleground, small forest with cover. She unsheathes her twin Kukri afterwards, giving them a twirl to test their balance didn't need to be adjusted, before letting her arms hang at her side loosely, her Kukri held in a relatively relaxed position. "Will to let you have the first strike, since did challenge you to the fight. Is ready when you are~." 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:''' "I will not be holding back to any substantial level," Dominic assures her, setting down his book bag when the battleground begins to form. It's a mostly true statement, since while he almost never dips into Sword Saint abilities (Because he's totally not one), he is almost singularly specialized in the Fencing area of his abilities for now. So him not using the Sword saint abilities that he totally does not have is irrelevant to the fight. With a smooth and practiced motion, the young man draws the long, slender, mithril blade of his rapier from its sheath. He takes a slow breath and then adjusts his stance, his left arm folding behind his back. His feet slide to show himself profile as he holds the rapier up in a classical stance, "Very well, I shall accept first strike." The blonde man takes a few moments to figure out how he wants to approach this. Eventually settling on a course of attack, he steps in rapidly and thrusts his rapier in a rapid series of jabs and thrusts. 

:'''{{#var:367|Na`Sabal-Une Fang (367)}} has posed:'''      Good, he wasn't going to hold back~. That meant that Nasa didn't have to either. She shifts slightly in place as he draws his blade, noting the ... mythril! Nasa's eyes flicked over it admiringly as she began to grin widely. "Oooh, Mythril! Is excellent weapon, can already tell~." And she'd have to be very careful. She figured he'd be fast, but from her assumption that mythril on his world worked like mythril on her world, she believed that he'd be faster than most other rapier wielders.      So, as he figured out how to approach, Nasa shifted up to a defensive stance, rather than the relaxed one. Her face lost most emotion and her lips grew to a flat line, as glowing red eyes refused to break contact with Dominic's. The Drowess was watching his every move. Her wings carefully flattened, pressing against each other behind her to create a thin line.      As Dominic thrusted, Nasa moved with as little movement as she could to dodge the jabs and thrusts, her blades moving only once to deflect a strike that she couldn't dodge. Still, her small movements had yielded results for Dominic, thin cuts here and there where her movements hadn't been quite enough, and her mage armor hadn't been enough to stop a strike to her side, leaving a nice little puncture wound.     "Ah, is definitely fast~." Nasa grins as she moved in towards Dominic quickly, attempting to slip past his rapier and quickly bring the blade in her right arm to his side. Immediately following this, Nasa brought her other blade up to strike his blade hand with the hilt. She opened her mouth briefly, as if about to attempt to finish it with a bite... but she pauses, remembering the rules she'd agreed to, her mouth closing quickly after that... and likely giving Dominic a nice opening! 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:''' His probing strikes, while not doing more than the faintest scratches of damage, do manage to teach him about her defensive capabilities. She possesses a Super-Hume level of speed or reflexes, he can determine, from the swift movements and subtle motions of her parries and dodges. His demeanor and posture are different now that the fight has started. The teenage boy has faded away and been replaced by a much more serious and professional duelist. It's not hard to tell why Kyra, Landon or Soan give him praise for his skill, nor why Alexander Academy heralds him as one of their best Fencers and constantly has him at tournaments. But this is not a tournament fencing match. And Na`sabal is able to slide in past the slender strikes of his rapier. He whips his body in a dodging motion, only to find that her blade scrapes across his side painfully. It slices through cloak, vest, and tunic to draw a gash right across his side and stain his vest and shirt with blood. He winces from the slicing motion and can spot when she tries to strike his hand. He twists the wrist and, when she pauses to stop herself from biting, attempts to use the handguard on his rapier like a set of brass knuckles as he clocks her cleanly across the jaw before stepping back to give himself some room. 

:'''{{#var:367|Na`Sabal-Une Fang (367)}} has posed:'''      CLONK! Yup, that definitely got her. Right in the face. And oh goodness it was uncomfortable! She took a step back as she looks up at Dominic, her face returning to that neutral gaze rather quickly, though she did lift her hand to rub at her jaw a few moments. She had a strong jaw, but that didn't stop it from smarting. "Ah, is definitely a human, does not think could manage hit like that without enhancements, siyo~." Nasa says with a quick nod.      Speaking of enhancements, Nasa shifted her blades slightly, pressing a small button on both of her blades. Slowly, leaking out of several small holes in the blade, some sort of liquid begins to slide out of it. For the sparr, it wasn't real poison, just a concoction of salt and lemon juice which would likely make it sting... but it would still be unpleasant. "Fast, and strong. Mmhmm, does like you."      Nasa spread her wings in a heavy flap that took her up into the air briefly, though she stayed low to the ground, her wings bringing her quickly towards Dominic once more, and then... her wings flattened suddenly, the Drowess going into a spin that brought her blades towards Dominic in a total of five strikes, aimed roughly for his midsection, but due to the 'tornado spin' that she had entered, they were somewhat wild... even if likely hard to defend against. On top of that, there was suddenly lemon juice and salt flying all over the place, and that was likely unpleasant if it got in anything. 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:''' "I am a Hume, yes. Ramuhan." Dominic says simply in regards to her remark about his race. He is unfamiliar with the race of the girl in front of him, though she had said it several times on radio: Drow, Pit Faerie, Faetouched. These were terms Galianda simply did not have, and so he simply was trying to compensate where he could and learn as he went. "You are an admirable opponent and of notable prowess," He comments simply. The addition of a strange substance to her blades does not go unnoticed. He has to keep caution and defense where he can, and it's nearly impossible to parry a spinning opponent with a rapier, meaning that her advance puts him into a steady retreat, two of her five strikes connecting cleanly. One rakes across his left arm, which was meant to block his torso. The other draws a clean line across his midsection, horizontally, in the spot right between his ribs and his stomach. The salt and the lemon juice cause him to wince in pain as it stings and burns his open wounds, staggering him a little. >Fencing     >Spellblade         >Maim Blade But his counterattack is swift, and he has tricks of his own. She may have two blades and a poison, but he has his Fencer maneuvers. He steps in towards her swiftly, his blade darting out. The yellow that runs through his blue eyes glows a bit and his blade seems to trail a red magical energy as he strikes several times. He's aiming at her shoulder and elbow on her left arm, trying to puncture it several times and inject condensed mana particles into her system to hinder the use of that armor. It's attempting to inflict the Disable status effect. 

:'''{{#var:367|Na`Sabal-Une Fang (367)}} has posed:'''      "Hume? Is a different way to put it from usual. Ramuhan..." Nasa didn't really know what a 'Ramuhan' is, she'd not really read his file, just gone off of what others said. That he was strong and very capable. She'd visited the academy though. A place where strong people gathered. She liked it, though at the same time it scared her a little -- not that she'd admit it. That much power in one place made someone who once thought the world belong to her, feel slightly insignificant.      "Flattery will to getting you everywhere~." Nasa says playfully in response to him, though her face seemed to return to that neutral state between words. Still, she had struck him several times now, so she felt particularly good about herself, fighting more or less on the same level as one of the best people from Alexander Academy!      As Dominic began to use his ability though, Nasa became suddenly keenly aware of the incoming magic. "...Ah... is doing that..." Nasa murmurs, her left hand sparking with a sickly black-red energy that spread along her arm as the blade came stabbing in. The strikes to her shoulder hit armor, in fact one of the thicker parts of the drowess' armor. However, her elbow was not well armored, her armor having a complete gap there on the left arm to allow her freedom of movement. The strikes struck -- but the mana would rapidly be sapped away by the Hand of Transference, whatever was left was rejected by Nasa's magical resistance. "Thank you for the snack~." Nasa says cheerfully, the Hand of Transference's glow fading quickly as Nasa shifted stances.      Her right blade glowed with the energy just 'given' to her, and the Drowess rapidly brought her blade in a thrusting motion towards Dominic's center. Just before it connected, a burst of magical energy would be unleashed, a simple non-elemental slash sent out from the tip of the Kukri's blade. As Nasa finished this stance, she shifted to protect her now-injured left arm with her right arm, buckler held up at the ready along with her blade. "Does naut mind sharing, hopes did like~." 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:''' "It is what it is called on my planet," Dominic says in a simple tone. He steps back and away in the aftermath of his attack. She has a strange cadence to her speech, but is understandable enough, "Not flattery, simple fact." Of course, his own magical ability gets turned on him like that. He landed a hit, at least, from his blade. But the magical effect of it was removed by her own ability and then converted into raw Magical Energy, which she was then using to output damage onto him offensively. Fencer     >Manastrike Since Fencers, particularly ones who go into law enforcement or bounty hunting, often find themselves going up against mages and other heavy-casting opponents. To counter this, Manastriking was invented. It's a simple maneuver: You invert your personal magical particles to serve as a Rasp effect and then channel it into your blade. It damages the cohesiveness of magical abilities and can destabilize the magical pools of those it hits. So when she comes in towards him with that Kukri, he's already moving his MP around and activating it. As the powerful blast comes in, he thrusts his sword right through it, the anti-magic serving to diminish the magical blast. It still hits him, connecting cleanly with him and seeming to do a good, solid hit. His coat and shirt are scorched and he has some burn marks on his face from where it landed. But he has enough force to keep pushing, trying to pierce the center of her chest with a mix of sword and anti-magic. 

:'''{{#var:367|Na`Sabal-Une Fang (367)}} has posed:'''      Mostly, Nasa was just horrible with grammar and grasping certain concepts with the surfacer language. Not out of lack of intelligence, but there was something about english that didn't click with her mind. It was totally from Fae fucking with her, really. "Your world is to being interesting~." Nasa says with a flashed grin.      And then... Dominic's energy that was turned against him was summarily turned against her in an anti-magic and returned-energy strike. This was definitely a strange state to be in, and the anti-magic blade-tip had the upside of penetrating the mage armor that surrounded Nasa easily, though striking the center of her chest was not necessarily the easiest thing in the world, as there was armor there. Still, the strike hit -- and even penetrated the armor, leaving a nice hole in it, and the tip stabbed into her chest, though luckily stopped at the bone. Nasa lifts her hand to take hold of the blade after that, taking hold of it as she gives a rather wide grin, her eyes flashing a bright, glowing red. She pulled out the blade quickly, and then... faerie dust suddenly burst from her body, Nasa seeming to disappear briefly -- until there was a flicker. Ten of her seemed to flicker back into existence around Dominic. Illusions, save for one. There were small shows that they were illusions, some of the sounds were slightly off on the illusions, and only the real one actually had physical substance.      Not that he would have that much of a chance to examine that, as there was a sudden 'barrage'. Strike after strike, but only a tenth of them were real, and they were doing it in small groups. A total of four strikes, two to each of Dominic's arms, before finally the illusions faded. Nasa was left standing behind Dominic, her right arm towards him to keep her buckler up at the ready. 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:''' Soan had warned Dominic of illusions as a possibility. Dominic had never fought one before, illusions being the purview of Mages and Mimics. Two things he almost never fought. But his senses are sharp and his skill is keen. He moves carefully, stepping out of the way of as many sword strikes as he can during the onslaught from the illusions. Being right-handed, he weaves his body and attempts to take as many strikes to the left arm as he can. They're painful and some of them cut to the bone, but he comes out of it with three strikes to his left arm, having shredded through his cloak and shirt to stain the arm and cloak red, and one cut across his right sword arm. His retaliation is swift and immediate. He doesn't pause to accept the pain, pushing through it as he immediately whips around and counters with an attack in full force. Piercing Blow, the Fencer maneuver, has two functions. It's meant to strike foes hiding behind bigger pieces of cover by going through solid objects (OOC: In-game, it hits both the space in front of you, and the space behind that). This meant it was also great for going through shields. Dominic thrusts towards the buckler with a deft move. And as soon as the tip of the rapier touches the buckler, a powerful projection of mana attempts to blast through and behind it, wanting to catch Na`Sabal off guard with the maneuver. He pants slightly in the aftermath, though. 

:'''{{#var:367|Na`Sabal-Une Fang (367)}} has posed:'''      Dominic's response was... good. Nasa was impressed, though she would probably refuse to say it if asked. Swift, immediate response, even after she had moved multiple times to try and make sure he would be confused as to where she was. He had good senses. For a human, at any rate.      Regardless, there was a rapier being thrust towards her. Nasa shifts her shield up quickly, moving to block the blow and taking the bait. She trusted her armor and shield to protect her, especially when strikes aimed for where her armor was. The blade strikes into her shield, which does about what it's supposed to do. That burst of magic, though... that hurt. It hit a largely armored part of her person, and the mage armor helped reduce the damage, but it still was something she hadn't quite been ready for, so her magical resistance wasn't ~quite~ focused in time to resist it.      Nasa shifted quickly, tilting her blade down as she focused her energies. However, a beeping caused pause. "...Ah." She looks up at the 'health bar' that was tracking how much she would have endured in a normal fight. She wasn't 'unconscious', but her indicator was flashing red. "...Does look like is time to end the fight." Nasa says with a little wrinkle of her nose. Aw, she wanted to fight more. Siiiigh. "Does look like maybe you did win~." 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:''' As Na`Sabal draws the fight to a close, Dominic nods his head and smiles at her. He flicks his blade a few times and then sheaths it in a practiced fashion. Probably how Fencers in his world were trained to end their fights. A show of disarming, after all. "You were an excellent opponent. Had you inflicted much more injury upon me, I would have succumbed to them almost certainly," He says, looking at his arm as the simulated wounds begin to vanish with their fight at a conclusion, "I apologize for asking you not to bite, it seemed to cause you some hinderance in your style which gave me an unfair advantage," He admits to her, frowning faintly. "Regardless, I would rank you among the most invigorating opponents I have faced. You are quite skilled, Lady Fang." 

:'''{{#var:367|Na`Sabal-Une Fang (367)}} has posed:'''      Nasa carefully took a small cloth and wiped off her blades, followed by sliding the kukri into their sheathes and buttoning the little buttons that kept the Kukri in place. "Is good to know~. Oh, uhm. To naut worry about the 'poison'. Was just mixture of lemon juice and salt, did not to want to risk actually poisoning you. Thinks this place would stop that, but is still not something does want to risk." Nasa says, giving a quirky little smile towards Dominic. She takes a slow exhale as the wounds and damage to her armor faded. "Was surprised when you did to turn magical power that did to turn on you right back on Nasa, and... was that to being anti-magic? Did pierce right through the Mage Armor that is to being part of Nasa's armor's enchantment." Nasa says, tilting her head curiously.      "Ah! Is okay~. Does usually only bite when does to start enjoying battles little too much, was trying not to go all feral and crazy on you. Does to not make good impression, yes." Nasa says, flashing a wide grin towards Dominic. The compliment gets a bobbing bow of Nasa's head, her eyes half-closing comfortably as she did. "Siyo~. Was very fun fight~. You are definitely to deserving the reputation that you do to have at your school."      Nasa seems to pause, musing on things for a few moments. Eventually she spoke up, "Please to call Nasa, Nasa... or Lady Nasa if must, Lady Fang does to make Nasa think of her mother." And from the look on her face, memories of her mother weren't particularly pleasant one. And not in the 'I lost my mother' kind of way, so much as a subtle hatred that showed briefly on her face. 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:''' "Yes. Fencers tend to work towards Law Enforcement and Bounty Hunting. Because of the magical nature of our world, an anti-magic technique is essential when facing opponents that use such abilities." He explains to her the origin of his own ability, "You used a very interesting ability yourself when you countered my disabling effect. You should have lost use of that arm, but you did not." "Lady Nasa, then." He says, nodding his head to her. He can understand not wishing to be associated with the acts of parents. Carefully, he asks, "What does siyo mean? You've said it several times, but it is a not a word of my world. I hope it is not offensive to ask its meaning." 

:'''{{#var:367|Na`Sabal-Une Fang (367)}} has posed:'''      The 'siyo' bits were totally habits on the player's part, but they translate roughly to 'yes' with multiversal translation. Not that Nasa minded explaining that in actuality. "Ah! Siyo does to mean 'yes' in the Drow tongue." Nasa says with a quick little nod. She pauses at the comment of her counter to the disabling effect. "Ah, actually cheated a little. Did use Hand of Transference to absorb the mana out of your ability and to power Nasa's next ability, yes. Also does to have magical resistance. Is why did to stop that effect, but did to not stop the strike." Nasa says, rubbing at her elbow a bit. "You are fast, for hume." Nasa says with a nod.      "Should to calling you Lord Dominic? Also... ooh. Yes, can to understand need for that. Nasa supposes does kind of have similar effect with her Hand of Transference to being able to absorb spells... rarely does to absorb all of one, but usually does to weaken it a lot." The pit faerie says, fluttering her wings as she thought on things. "That last ability was to being neat. Did use magical energy to get past shield. Was easy one to examine. Simple concept, but to being very good one. Did to not realize fast enough to stop with magic resistance... is glad for armor or would to have probably been knocked out~." Nasa says, tapping her chest where the magic struck. "Wonders if could mimic that... mmmh... maybe with fire magic..." She murmurs, seeming to fall into deep though. "A-ah! Apologizes. Appreciates you for sparring match! Was very fun! Imagines you do to have more classes to get to." Nasa says, giving a quick bow, giving off a slightly socially awkward feel, to be honest. Sure, she chattered away all day but she had NO idea how to actually act socially. Hence the hi-five earlier. "To having fun paths~." 

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