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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 mean, now isn't really the time, right? Plus I'm not really into any of them. I mean, pretty much all the girls here are REALLY cute but...
[He shrugs. Cute isn't everything]
For one thing I think all the girls here think of me as like, ugh, a little brother at best.
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...probably. [ ssshhhrug. ] At least it's nice to have an older sibling? I'm the older of me and White, and we don't have any other siblings, so I wouldn't know, actually.
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[He snorts]
... I dunno what I'd do if like, Cherryblod died. I couldn't... I don't-
I'd probably do something stupid if I got involved with someone and the worst happened.
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...no, I understand. That's pretty much what I think too. [ ... ] Miss Sigrun and Mettaton are silly for being together in a place like this--it's going to hurt a hell of a lot more for them if something happens to one of them than it would for anyone else.
[ He'd... be pretty torn up if something happened to Sigrun, too. What would he do? ...probably drink.
She'd approve of that. Nice game plan. ]
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