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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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I... couldn't you try something else? Like using rules of fencing?
[Something that doesn't involve EVEN MORE BLOODLETTING.]
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Fences don't fight, doctor. We're using the rules of human combat.
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Not fences, fencing. They're two different things entirely.
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I don't know what kind of place you come from, but when we fence things we put barriers up. Is that what you mean?
[Fencing is too fancy of a sport for her place.]
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I mean fencing as in the sport, captain.
[Does that... not exist where you come from, Sigrun.]
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What are the rules of your "fencing" sport, then?
[... is it also obvious she doesn't believe him]
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...the basic rule is that each person has a non lethal weapon to fight with and the person who gets the most hits within a certain time period is the winner.
1/2
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[nope.]
Anything else you'd like to bring up, doctor?
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...just call me when you're about to challenge people again. And when it happens.
[He'll just... come over with the first aid kit and make sure you people don't do anything spectacularly dumb.]
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[... That might be the way he finds out still though. But she'll make an attempt.]
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He supposes its probably the best he can ask from her.]
A public proclamation would probably be more effective.
[Especially considering the fact that Sigrun has to make each flyer individually due to the lack of photocopying.]
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... She thought about having Mettaton help her, but there would've been so much glitter.]
Yeaaah, I'll take that advice to heart. A day of making those things was enough for me.
[Her attention span isn't nearly enough to do this continuously.]
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[aka the now-quickly-becoming weekly meetings.]