it's the ultimate showdown (of ultimate destiny)

[captainobnoxious]

Thursday.

The day that'd been so longingly awaited since the meeting on Monday by both combatants.

The tables in the dining hall have been pushed to the walls for seating, everyone's had a paper shoved beneath their door alerting to them to the evening event, and anyone who had any business there suddenly does not. Seriously, those papers are like littered everywhere, unless you're not coming there's no way you didn't know there was something tonight.

On one side of the room is Sigrun with her weapon of choice: a pike she got from the vending machine a little bit ago, practicing her handling of it with a grace that remarks upon her life of combat experience, a quiet seriousness to her that's rarely seen. Her focus is on the opponent on the other side, twenty or so feet away, the clinking gears ever rolling.

Colress and Klinklang are also concentrated on what's about to go down, the man talking quietly to his Pokémon, all too ready to show the strength of the creature off to Sigrun. They'd been becoming reused to each other, Colress learning just what his frankly new friend (at least in evolution) could do, since that challenge put forth by the woman, and it's with confidence that the three now face each other, the air heavy with anticipation.

Let's fight.

Comments

[goodforsomething]

Ah, not like I've got money either. It just feels better than bettin' slinkies or whatever.

[isafraid]

..."Slinkies" eh?

[goodforsomething]

Y'know, those little spring things.

[Stan makes a vaguely Slinky-like gesture.]

They go down stairs.

[isafraid]

[....stares....]

Can't say they ring a bell.

[goodforsomething]

Whatever, they ain't all that exciting anyway. I just got one or two outta the machine.

[isafraid]

Oh! [...] Guess I should try and get one myself then. For now though... back to the betting at hand, eh?

[goodforsomething]

Yeah! Okay, I think it'll probably get a few good shots in on her, she ain't seen it in action yet.

[isafraid]

It doesn't seem like there's many people around here with experience of giant, turning gears.

[Hence, his heightened concern.]

[goodforsomething]

That is a pretty freaky one. I hope we can get it to crush the Kingmaker sometime.

[isafraid]

To be sure... he'll get what's coming to him one way or another.

[...]

Between you and me, what do you think it eats?

[goodforsomething]

[Stan thinks about that for a second.]

Scrap metal?

[isafraid]

So it could eat itself?

[goodforsomething]

Technically speakin', so can we!

[isafraid]

Ah... maybe it's against that sort of thing!

[goodforsomething]

Ah, most animals are. No sense chewin' your own leg off unless you're in a trap!