[ "So seemingly perfectly balanced, but for how long?" Runs along this little thought from Blade to the other with ease.
But, fortunately, they have time to get to know each other well. ]
Maybe you're just an outlier that I've decided to pay close attention to, and whatever I have to give would be something you'll have to deal with, until you simply can't bear it anymore. Does it comfort you to hear that? [ Grin ] That in mind, I doubt we'll ever see eye to eye on much else.
[ there's no returning thought to that, but they do acknowledge and file it away for the threat that it could very well become. neither of them has moved, but it feels a little like they're circling each other regardless.
the glow in the helmet narrows, slightly. hard to say what the murky emotion here is, but some of the haze in the water clears to reveal something that feels like steel. ]
I doubt anything you ever say could be comforting to me, especially when you bare your teeth. [ put that smirk away you rat. ] If you keep misbehaving, I'll simply have to tie you up.
[ They really are doing exactly that, but at the sudden emotion of steel filtering into him, and those words, Blade laughs. It's a sharp sound, equal parts honestly amused, and definitely partially made just to incite. That infuriating smirk seems to be stuck on his face for sure now. ]
Will you? Can you?
How about it, then? A proper round, except this time no one else is around to interfere...no one would blame you if it got out of hand.
[ His hand is already sliding down to where the hilt of his sword happens to be, because apparently he has taken this as a challenge. Excitement, where it should be absolutely dulled, is more than adequately shared across the emotional link. ]
[ what's the fight scene equivalent of a fade to black, lum, so that we don't have to describe a fight in full.
but they don't back down, and don't tense up as he goes for his sword. ]
In one breath you question what I can do, in the next you're sounding like you've already accepted that I'll take you down. Are you really prepared to face me again, Blade? Or are you boasting to try and get a rise out of me?
Anything that happens will be in my control. I'm not the kind of person that gets out of hand.
[ We can definitely do something like that! Just describe things vaguely that happened like:
"Behind brackets: 'They fought for quite awhile, and then eventually tired themselves out', or 'It was a tough fight, but eventually (character) claimed victory', etc.
After brackets: (potentially continuing dialogue if we thread for a lil bit)"
Either way, whatever kind of result of the match is definitely fine/can be up to you.
...As for Blade, he throws the other an amused smirk, seeming to not be bothered by it at all. ]
Why can't I do both? You have more or less indicated that it is your responsibility to protect this crew...but if I am able to best you, that proves that your position is untenable in ways then you can begin to understand.
So, come on, take me down if you can. Don't hold back.
[ Blade is drawing his sword out immediately, before charging ahead towards Adrastea... ]
[ we'll figure it out as we go along because on one hand, oh no fight scenes. on the other hand, oh yes fight scenes!
adrastea watches him, and that feeling of steel under the cover of murky water becomes more stark, ready for his movement. they don't warp, this time. they move like liquid under their own power as they whip out their hand to snare his sword with a length of wire expelled from their sleeve. ]
I wonder if you're an unbroken blade or not. [ contemplative. their strength stat is their worse score, though, so they're not about to stay close to him for long.
the simulation room changes so that there's fewer obstacles in the way, the lounge setting becoming empty of tables and chairs, as they dance back from him. ]
Unbridled excitement rises in his chest, unfurls out of Blade without any disturbances in the emotional flow. Maybe he might be able to force their hand even like this. ]
Broken? Nothing like that. Unless you can envision shattering me like one.
But, even for you that would be a tall order.
[ Blade comes closer without hesitation, keeping tight grip on his blade, pulling on it to ensure it is forced from the snare if the other had tried to kept it within it, and then stabbing forward, towards Adrastea's front instead of a wide swing like he prefers. ]
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But, fortunately, they have time to get to know each other well. ]
Maybe you're just an outlier that I've decided to pay close attention to, and whatever I have to give would be something you'll have to deal with, until you simply can't bear it anymore. Does it comfort you to hear that? [ Grin ] That in mind, I doubt we'll ever see eye to eye on much else.
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the glow in the helmet narrows, slightly. hard to say what the murky emotion here is, but some of the haze in the water clears to reveal something that feels like steel. ]
I doubt anything you ever say could be comforting to me, especially when you bare your teeth. [ put that smirk away you rat. ] If you keep misbehaving, I'll simply have to tie you up.
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Will you? Can you?
How about it, then? A proper round, except this time no one else is around to interfere...no one would blame you if it got out of hand.
[ His hand is already sliding down to where the hilt of his sword happens to be, because apparently he has taken this as a challenge. Excitement, where it should be absolutely dulled, is more than adequately shared across the emotional link. ]
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but they don't back down, and don't tense up as he goes for his sword. ]
In one breath you question what I can do, in the next you're sounding like you've already accepted that I'll take you down. Are you really prepared to face me again, Blade? Or are you boasting to try and get a rise out of me?
Anything that happens will be in my control. I'm not the kind of person that gets out of hand.
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"Behind brackets: 'They fought for quite awhile, and then eventually tired themselves out', or 'It was a tough fight, but eventually (character) claimed victory', etc.
After brackets: (potentially continuing dialogue if we thread for a lil bit)"
Either way, whatever kind of result of the match is definitely fine/can be up to you.
...As for Blade, he throws the other an amused smirk, seeming to not be bothered by it at all. ]
Why can't I do both? You have more or less indicated that it is your responsibility to protect this crew...but if I am able to best you, that proves that your position is untenable in ways then you can begin to understand.
So, come on, take me down if you can. Don't hold back.
[ Blade is drawing his sword out immediately, before charging ahead towards Adrastea... ]
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adrastea watches him, and that feeling of steel under the cover of murky water becomes more stark, ready for his movement. they don't warp, this time. they move like liquid under their own power as they whip out their hand to snare his sword with a length of wire expelled from their sleeve. ]
I wonder if you're an unbroken blade or not. [ contemplative. their strength stat is their worse score, though, so they're not about to stay close to him for long.
the simulation room changes so that there's fewer obstacles in the way, the lounge setting becoming empty of tables and chairs, as they dance back from him. ]
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Unbridled excitement rises in his chest, unfurls out of Blade without any disturbances in the emotional flow. Maybe he might be able to force their hand even like this. ]
Broken? Nothing like that. Unless you can envision shattering me like one.
But, even for you that would be a tall order.
[ Blade comes closer without hesitation, keeping tight grip on his blade, pulling on it to ensure it is forced from the snare if the other had tried to kept it within it, and then stabbing forward, towards Adrastea's front instead of a wide swing like he prefers. ]