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trusthell2017-02-01 03:44 pm
feistytrader) wrote in trusthell2017-02-01 03:44 pm
The first rule of pillow fight club-
[It's past 10pm, and the dining room is now the dining stadium.
...Well, dining doesn't really have anything to do with it right now, but that's not the point. The point is that the huge table in the dining room is both completely clear and surrounded by blankets from the storage room. The chairs next to it have all been pushed back against the wall for spectators. A couple of chairs are occupied with disinfectant and bandages, just in case; anything that can't be fixed with that will have to head to the first aid room. There's also a good amount of water available, because beating each other up with pillows is thirsty work.
And finally, Silver sits on top of the table as people pour in, because of course one of the shithead teenagers had to be responsible for something like this. He stands up and begins to speak once enough people have arrived; his voice is calm, but it does carry rather impressively for someone who's usually rather quiet.]
Alright. I don't know what you guys are used to, but back at home, we fight with rules, like civilized people.
[Not that Silver has ever cared about rules, but when lives are very much at stake, that's a good place to start.]
When you're ready to duke it out, you get up on this table. Your goal is to knock whatever sorry guy thought it was a good idea to pick a fight with you off. You're not allowed to touch anyone with anything other than your pillow in here, so don't try anything funny.
[...There are plenty of people he couldn't really enforce that with, but maybe if he sounds confident enough, people will stick to it.]
If you want to group up into pairs or something, I don't care, but remember that there's only so much table.
So who wants to go first?
...Well, dining doesn't really have anything to do with it right now, but that's not the point. The point is that the huge table in the dining room is both completely clear and surrounded by blankets from the storage room. The chairs next to it have all been pushed back against the wall for spectators. A couple of chairs are occupied with disinfectant and bandages, just in case; anything that can't be fixed with that will have to head to the first aid room. There's also a good amount of water available, because beating each other up with pillows is thirsty work.
And finally, Silver sits on top of the table as people pour in, because of course one of the shithead teenagers had to be responsible for something like this. He stands up and begins to speak once enough people have arrived; his voice is calm, but it does carry rather impressively for someone who's usually rather quiet.]
Alright. I don't know what you guys are used to, but back at home, we fight with rules, like civilized people.
[Not that Silver has ever cared about rules, but when lives are very much at stake, that's a good place to start.]
When you're ready to duke it out, you get up on this table. Your goal is to knock whatever sorry guy thought it was a good idea to pick a fight with you off. You're not allowed to touch anyone with anything other than your pillow in here, so don't try anything funny.
[...There are plenty of people he couldn't really enforce that with, but maybe if he sounds confident enough, people will stick to it.]
If you want to group up into pairs or something, I don't care, but remember that there's only so much table.
So who wants to go first?
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Come on. I'll take you on.
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[ HEH HEH HEH.
She's smirking, with her pillow up against her chin like she's some cool badass or something.
#somature ]
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[He's leaping right on the damn table, let's fucking do this.]
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Okay she will get on there too. Also leaping, also landing with a graceful poof, and swinging her pillow into the other palm. ]
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Elda
rolled an 81side-steps him and swings with such force as to hit the kid not only off the table but off into what's probably a danger roll.... That's anticlimactic, but feeling all sorts of badass. ]
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...
And makes his way right back up onto the table, because holy shit, he wants to do that again.]
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[ HEHEHEHEHEHE
This is an evil, evil old lady laugh, probably showing wayy too much ego ]
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[BRING IT GRANDMA]
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[ FIRST BLOOD. This time she strikes first! ]
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But if you asked most people from her world, she's death itself, there are no weaknesses. Still, that blow does get blocked, so he can retaliate now! ]
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Elda uses her pillow and her arms to wrap around Silver and then in a feat of strength one might not expect of the petite woman unless you know her, she picks him up bodily and then basically suplex-flips him off the table. ]
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When he's recovered somewhat, however, there only one way to describe the look on his face, and that's excitement.]
You're really strong.
[Once again, he eagerly climbs up on the table.]
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Really...?
But at the same time... ]
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Damned right I am! There's no vampire this side of the mainland you'll meet stronger than me!
[ She said, fluffing her pillow out a bit ]
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[Silver, you are the weak opponent here- whatever. He briefly fluffs his pillow and gets a solid grip on it, then rushes Elda again; he stops short of her grip, though, and decides to swipe at her with his pillow, using its reach instead of putting himself in danger.]
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She can duck under that next pillow swipe to instead whack at his legs!
He'll never see that coming, right?! ]
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This pillow fight is super extra.]