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trusthell2016-03-24 10:10 pm
captainobnoxious) wrote in trusthell2016-03-24 10:10 pm
it's the ultimate showdown (of ultimate destiny)
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.
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.
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[seriously, teacher instinct is telling her to intervene, but they'd probably still fight even if megumi told them not to :|]
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Now no, try to look on the bright side of it, Miss Megumi. This could be just a way to work off some energy.
[It beats getting murdered, doesn't it?]
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[Then who are we to argue? Maybe this is like with Zagi-san: better to let people like those two find a way to burn off energy rather than allow them to use life-threatening means to sate that fighting urge...]
What do you think of Colress's friend, though? I think he said it was a "Pokemon"?
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[Ah, the joy of battle with possible injury... Nice?]
He did call it that, didn't he? [Or something to that effect. It certainly wasn't an animal like the one's he knew of.] To tell you the truth, Miss Megumi, it brings up some unfortunate memories of home. Especially with the way miss Sigrun is having a go at it.