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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 8, 2021 23:00:27 GMT -5
Kelsier watched as Hook hit the ground, a smile growing on his face. Good. Let someone beat him up. Too bad it wasn’t Kelsier himself, but he’d take what he could get. He looked down at Nico, not yet piecing the room together completely. It looked like a fighting room...not serious, at least. Sparring? He felt excitement growing a little at the idea. Who would want to… Oh. He thought of it about half a second before Nico said it. He grinned at the challenge, mischief bright in his eyes, and dipped his head. “Of course I do.” He answered, glancing back at the ring. More people were blinking in...good. “Hope they get done soon then,” he added, rubbing his hands together. His bad mood wasn’t gone, by any means, but he would rather work it out of his system here than get into an actual fight in his own world. |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 8, 2021 23:08:03 GMT -5
Sol | FIGHT | mintedstar/fur"Sounds fun, I could totally beat you up," commented Sol, as Myrnin kind of described the room. Ok, he didn't do a very good job, but he tried. She could give him that. She also didn't remember what 'politeness' meant, but she was used to not understanding half of what adults said, so she barely noticed the hiccup. She stomped the ground again experimentally, then stooped down, grabbing a handful of dust and rubbing it between her fingers. "Are we outside?" she asked, frowning. It didn't sound like they were outside, but this was not an inside floor. That was weird.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 8, 2021 23:10:21 GMT -5
Sherlock | Pit Room Sherlock blinked in, waving a hand, an exasperated expression on his face. “No, no, no, that’s all wrong!” He said loudly, dropping his hand before he even realized his blink. “Oh, perfect.” He sighed, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. “This is just what I needed. Thank you again, House, for your immaculate timing.” He trailed off, noticing the pair in the ring for the first time. Fight room, then? Of course it was. He let out an annoyed breath at the grating sound of people talking, folding his arms across his chest. “Clearly not making anyone fight. Otherwise I’d be feeling it. Ah, so you’re all just fighting for fun, won’t you all be quiet? I’m trying to think!” He sighted loudly, kicking at the sand and tossing some behind him. He was usually fine with blinks - they were more interesting than much of his own world - but today he wasn’t in the mood. The sooner they all figured out what this room needed and escaped, the happier he was going to be. |
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Feb 8, 2021 23:10:57 GMT -5
(Well nvm bringing 7S in, because try as I might her muse is still dead lmao. Buuut, I think I might have someone else who would fit in here better anyway. :3
If I can remember how to use her anyway...)
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Post by strider on Feb 8, 2021 23:11:39 GMT -5
If Nico could have read Kel’s thoughts, he would have told him he was overthinking it. That the House had probably just chosen a room that could be fun if it weren’t so uncomfortable. Then again, he hadn’t known that Kelsier had just spent the last several minutes challenging the House. He may have changed his perspective if he’d known the sort of risks Kelsier had been taking just prior to the room. “I guess,” Nico shrugged after a long moment. His world had plenty of things that Scadrial didn’t have. It didn’t mean they had miracles. Didn’t mean they could save a sinking city. “A lot of people don’t care about the world. It’s something that was probably happening when I was little, but nobody realized it. The Earth is getting warmer because of what people are doing with technology, and that’s making glaciers melt and the sea level get higher, and that’s part of why Venice is sinking. That’s… something that’s too big for any one person to fix.” He yawned, shaking his head a little. He wanted to pretend he wasn’t tired, but he was. Would Kelsier notice? Knowing the Mistborn, he probably would. Would he mention it? Or was it going to be one more thing they weren’t talking about? |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 8, 2021 23:16:52 GMT -5
Oh. Myrnin chuckled. "Oh? I'm not sure about that, Sol." He didn't feel like she could, anyway. But in that case, he waited. Looked around at what was going on in the room and what the room was made of. "We're inside. It's a room full of dirt and padding for the ground. To reduce damage if you fall on the ground." He glanced around again. "Not sure," he said after a second, "what else to say other than it's a safe place to spar." |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Feb 8, 2021 23:27:37 GMT -5
Pit fight | @/shade
Hook grinned despite himself, finding that he couldn’t stay upset about the loss for long. He let out a sore sigh as she rose to her feet, graciously accepting her offered hand and using it to heave himself upright. He then gave her a friendly, but still relatively strong nudge with his shoulder. “I can’t believe you went for my legs when I’m wearin’ heavy ass boots,” he scolded her as they navigated out of the center of the ring. He kept a leisurely pace as he glanced around the faces around the circle, his gaze darkening upon recognizing a few faces within the crowd but still smirking as he muttered an awkward curse to his girlfriend beside him. He veered towards the satchel she’d dropped outside of circle and passed it to her silently as they stepped away from the spotlight, glancing towards his coat across the way but figuring they could sneak by and retrieve it later.
Now that most of the attention had been averted off them, and the ring was left available to the next fighters, he allowed himself an extended stretch of his arms. After which, he raised his brows at Shade in surprise; “I feel great,” he commented brightly. “I expect I still look it?”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 8, 2021 23:28:50 GMT -5
Kelsier hadn’t planned on challenging the House, but could he say he regretted it, honestly? Could he say he wouldn’t try again, especially if he were alone? It had been stupid to do it with Nico right there, ready to be hurt for Kel’s daring. Then again...it could always just blink Nico in anytime. No one was safe. Wasn’t that why he was trying to bring it down in the first place? One more thing they hadn’t talked about. Would they? Kelsier hoped so...he didn’t like feeling this pressure over them, this need to talk and not knowing how to do it. He nodded a little, focusing again on Nico’s world. “Maybe,” he said quietly, though he didn’t agree that no one would be able to fix Nico’s world. If he had hope for his own, how could he not for Nico’s? He wouldn’t give up hope that easily. Nico was still tired. Maybe even more than he had been before. Would he let himself sleep again, when Kel had managed to screw up last time he tried it? To be fair...he didn’t know how much Kelsier had messed things up. Maybe if he had, he wouldn’t have wanted to be this close to him. The Mistborn pushed the thought away. He didn’t want to think about that. He wanted Nico to go back to sleep and he wanted the House to let him stay that way until he was ready to wake up this time. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 8, 2021 23:33:56 GMT -5
The next person who blinked in was NOT pleased about this. He turned around and around, brown hair moving along with the swift head movement. The almost gold brown eyes. The sense that he was strung up and about to brake. He at least recognized what he was looking at. The little room. This was another time like the last and he had no qualms about using it. Pity that Sherlock was nosy. Pity he was also within arms reach. Percival grabbed Sherlock by the elbow and pushed him toward the ring. "So," he snapped, "any chance you'd like to tell me anything about this place?" He was tired of smart people. Maybe it was just Izaya on his mind. It seemed like it was the sort of person he could hit though. He was very, very down. "Me. You. We're fighting." |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 8, 2021 23:46:00 GMT -5
Sherlock was paying attention. He was. but Percival had blinked in behind him, and he hadn’t realized until he was being steered towards the pit. “What are you talking about?” He asked, stumbling a bit as he tried to stop his progress toward the pit. He was off balance and it wasn’t working. And also the pit was very close. “This is ridiculous,” he protested, trying to yank his arm back as they entered the pit. “What are you talking about? Don’t you even know where you are? This is the Paradox House, magical house that breaches time and space to pull people from other worlds into it and gives them somewhat impossible or at least improbable tasks that they usually end up completing somehow because there aren’t a lot of people with no powers here for some reason don’t ask why it isn’t important what’s important is that you do not want to punch me I have information you probably want and-“ He would have gone on, but he ran out of air and had to catch his breath for a moment, his expression deeply insulted as he stared at Percival. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 8, 2021 23:53:40 GMT -5
"No, actually, that makes me want to punch you more," Percival said matter of factly. Which was exactly what he did. He pulled his hand back and aimed for Sherlock's face. Jaw specifically. There wasn't enough grace to really prove he was a vampire, thanks to the room stopping that. His aim was also not as good. But he was still good enough as fighting like a human and he was completely fine with hitting something. There was a narrowness to his eyes showing just how much he was okay with this. He was a trained soldier before being a vampire, a farmer, and then a vampire trained at hunting down the most dangerous of his own species. If that didn't give him an edge over a bratty human, than he didn't know what would. |
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Post by Cloverleaf on Feb 8, 2021 23:57:33 GMT -5
| Hector | PIT FIGHT | Hector blinked into the House, kicking up a bit of the sand as he did so. He stopped walking as he realized the change. He stepped towards the singular light in the room, joining the loose ring of people around the roped off fighting area. He may have been a prince, but he recognized a fighting ring when he saw one. A bit of dust curled under the single light- freshly kicked up dust and footprints (and a body print) in the sand- it looked like a just finished fight. He wasn't dressed for a fight- he was just wearing a regular tunic, but he had his sword at his side like always and he subconsciously went to rest his fingers on it. Only... it wasn't there. Brawling it was to be, then, if he ended up in the ring. Oh, there someone went, pulling in another for a fight. Someone who didn't seem very keen on fighting. Hector crossed his arms, watching the pair with a scowl. He wasn't one to shy away from a fight- especially a spar amongst friends or an escalated scuffle between brothers, but his heart was growing weary of unnecessary clashes. |
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Feb 8, 2021 23:58:41 GMT -5
Pit fight | @/des mostly
Shade snorted at his comment and rolled her eyes, smirking. "You boots? Please, your ego is heavier," she teased as she followed. Quite a few people had turned up, she noted. Most of whom she didn't recognize. Well, no way to get to know each other like beating the shit out of one another. Shame there was no currency, placing bets would've been fun. Her attention snapped back to him as he handed her satchel back and she mumbled a thank you, holding it over her arm so she could put it down again soon if need be.
"Always, always... But now that you mention it, so do I. Feels like I just got done brawling a feather pillow," she snickered, rolling her own shoulders a few times. Sherlock was someone she recognized, although she hadn't spoken to him much at all. Nonetheless, as he was pushed to the ring she round herself grinning. He didn't seem like the sort to fight.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 9, 2021 0:05:00 GMT -5
“Why would that - “ But he didn’t have time to finish his complaint. He yelped as the fist connected with his jaw and sent him reeling backwards, his stumbling away from Percival for a moment before he straightened up, feeling his jaw. “Ouch!” It was more of a protest than a proclamation of pain, though it served well enough as both. He glared at Percival, drawing himself up to his full height as he did. He rubbed his jaw, his bright blue eyes narrowing slightly. “You hit me!” He said, not sounding hurt so much as generally offended. It occurred to him that he could hit the vampire back, but, if he were completely honest, he wasn’t sure he wanted to risk it. That blow had hurt. Still...what would Nore say if she knew he’d gotten punched and walked away? That was exactly the kind of thing she’d laugh at him for. He walked toward Percival, a determined expression on his features. Then let his eyes flick to a spot over his shoulder. “What’s that?” And with that, he aimed a punch at Percival’s nose. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 9, 2021 0:14:00 GMT -5
Percival couldn't move as quick as he could as with vampire abilities. He found that out as he ducked, the blow glancing off the side of his head rather than directly connecting with his nose. The glancing blow had him stepping back several steps, but it wasn't for long. Instead he just commented, "Not going to fall for that one." He had that look in his eyes that Sherlock might have recognized from a survivor. Someone who wasn't just going to listen to petty tricks. He aimed the next punch at Sherlock's chest, but it was a fake to step forward, his knee giving it away that he was trying to sweep Sherlock's legs out from under him. "Any comment about hurting you wont be taken. Complaint office is closed," Percival said. |
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Post by strider on Feb 9, 2021 0:14:14 GMT -5
Ah. It seemed someone else had already been pulled in. Too bad. “Next?” Nico asked, practically vibrating with the anticipation. He had to admit… it would be satisfying to see someone beat Sherlock. He didn’t know the man well, but he knew he was annoying, and… well, it was satisfying to see annoying people get beaten up. Sometimes. There was plenty from his own world he needed to work off. The decision he had just made, first of all. And… well, nobody else was fighting with powers. Would Kelsier? He glanced over for a moment, then gently tried to pull at the shadows. They clung to him more than they clung to most people still, but he couldn’t explicitly control them. Good. There would be no powers influencing this fight. Which… probably put him at a disadvantage. He was still excited. There was stuff they needed to talk about… Nico would much rather fight Kelsier than have that conversation. |
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Feb 9, 2021 0:18:30 GMT -5
(Oof, the rust is strong in this one.)
Pit Room | Whomstever "Nah, a little more to the riii- no wait, turn it leeeft." A certain horned hybrid, who at this point had forgotten the last time she'd seen the house, blinked in seated on... well nothing now, outside the pit. She was leaning forward, focusing intently on something no longer there, with a lollipop clenched between her teeth. "See, this is why they invented those curved flatscreens. So you don't have to deal with this-... House." Her efforts to help Azrael get things straightened out around the place rudely interrupted, Azazel rolled her eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. Seriously? Why did this always happen she was busy? Her annoyance wasn't long to last however, once she realized what this room had in store, her face lit up with glee like a newly decorated Christmas tree. A fighting pit. How long had it been since she'd seen one of these? |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 9, 2021 0:22:01 GMT -5
Sherlock narrowed his eyes. Ah...so he’d been through some fights. This wasn’t just him being angry with the House - oh, it was definitely partly that - this was who he was. Not an amateur, then. Well...neither was Sherlock. He’d been punched plenty of times before. He moved to dodge the next punch, then sucked in a gasp as he felt his legs swept out from under him and landed flat on his back, eyes wide. “I realize you’re new,” he managed after a moment, voice pained. “And that you’re used to having powers. What are you, anyway? Human with powers, or something else? Anyway...I do understand that you’re probably getting a lot of satisfaction out of this...but I can actually explain the House if you stop.” He pushed himself to his feet slowly, brushing himself off. “Look,” he added, pointing at the others. “You’re making s terrible first impression on them, you know.” |
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Post by strider on Feb 9, 2021 0:23:59 GMT -5
Kaladin | Pit Fight A strange man appeared, his uniform buttoned up cleanly and his eyes narrowed in anticipation. “Protect-” Whatever he had been about to say faded from his lips as he realized he was no longer where he’d been mere moments ago. His men were gone, the boy he’d been telling them to protect… the young man pressed his lips together, looking around. A darkeyes was near him, wearing what seemed to be a working man’s tunic. The soldier straightened up, bridging the gap between himself and the man. Though he was only nineteen, he held himself like he was older – the set of his jaw indicated a sort of determination. “Can you tell me where I am?” he asked in a low voice, unsure what, exactly was going on. People were fighting, though he couldn’t get close enough to see who they were. Interesting. Perhaps… training for something? Kaladin reached for his spear, then realized it wasn’t there. Ah. He must have forgotten it – he’d need to grab it before the battle started. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 9, 2021 0:28:41 GMT -5
“Next,” Kelsier agreed, frowning a little as he watched the man in the ring ger knocked down. He didn’t look like he was having nearly as much fun with it as Hook and Shade had, but...no one else seemed to be worried about it. He shrugged a little, not too concerned. If he got too brutal, he’d think about stepping in. He didn’t know either of the men, after all. He had plenty he wanted to work off, too. The last encounter he’d had in his own world, for example. And fighting Nico in a non-serious environment sounded...well, he wouldn’t lie, it sounded fun. Curious to hear what the pair was saying, he tried to burn tin. Nothing happened. Oh. So it was that kind of fight room. He glanced at Nico, and his smile widened a little. Yes...he would rather spar than talk any day. Especially since the number of things they needed to talk about seemed bent on growing. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 9, 2021 0:33:04 GMT -5
Sherlock | Pit Fight | "hawkpath "Nah," said Percival. "I don't need a good impression." He also might have wanted an explanation of the House, but Sherlock was a talker. If he punched him a bit more, he might just spill out all the answers that Percival was looking for. He didn't wait for Sherlock to recover. He kept coming. "Inhuman, yeah," he agreed. Maybe there wasn't enough feelings regarding the House. "Vampire." If he knew, then he knew. To Percival, there were only humans and vampires, so Sherlock's question seemed perfectly obvious to him. With that in mind, he wondered what he was missing. Either way, he continued to advance and in this case, he once again aimed a punch at Sherlock. Aimed for the shoulder. This one was real, but he was wary about repercussions this time. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 9, 2021 0:40:51 GMT -5
Sherlock backed away, watching Percival, a wary look in his blue eyes. “Vampire, but your abilities are gone, I wonder why? Strange, isn’t it, that you would have them and then they’d just be -“ He broke off, dodging to the side as the vampire aimed a punch at his shoulder. This time, Sherlock was more prepared. He tried to grab Percival’s arm and pull him off balance, then backed off, trying to keep some space between the two of them. “Will you listen to me?” He asked, tone exasperated. “You’re new, you don’t know what’s happening, obviously, so if you want answers, stop trying to hit me!” He backed away, glancing behind him. If he could just make it out of the ring...he didn’t really want to run, but he might if the other blinker didn’t listen soon. |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Feb 9, 2021 0:41:21 GMT -5
Hook scoffed at her upsetting response as they walked to the sidelines, surveying the limits of the building that were only faintly illuminated by the light at the center. It was somewhat ominous, but it was difficult to stay focused on any concerns the House could bring up within him at the moment.
“Aye,” he agreed somewhat flatly, feeling as though he should be insulted by her analogy despite the fact he felt a similar way. The tender bits of muscle he'd been expecting to bruise felt unscathed, and even the distant ache in his back had faded after leaving the ring. He’d have to keep that information in mind. He turned his attention back to the pit as two new individuals entered, neither looking to be type that would typically fit this scene. Regardless, they seemed to be getting at it just fine. “Huh,” he muttered while considering the pair, “looks like yer goin’ to be a tough act to follow.” He pulled out his flask as he spoke, seemingly having a plan to keep himself entertained now that he was stuck on the sidelines.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Feb 9, 2021 0:44:17 GMT -5
| Hector | PIT FIGHT | Spectating | Hector glanced over as someone else appeared in the House. His clothes reminded him of Maladict, and his bearing was that of a soldier. With a glance towards the ring and then back to the newcomer, Hector matched his low tone and answered, "The Paradox House- you've been brought here from your world." He paused. The other really did seem to be talking this calmly, unless he was panicking internally and projecting a determined, confident image, which Hector could respect. "Is this your first time blinking in? Blinking- that's what coming here's called." |
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Post by strider on Feb 9, 2021 0:44:40 GMT -5
Nico didn’t know Sherlock well enough to definitively tell Kelsier he was an asshole. If he had, he would have already said so. He had only seen him in his periphery a few dozen times, never directly interacted with him that he could remember. He found himself rooting for the other man, despite not knowing who he was. How many things did they have to talk about that they were avoiding? What had happened in the museum, certainly. Perhaps the fact that Nico apparently trusted Kelsier enough to fall asleep on him. Whatever it was that had happened with the fire in the living room… Nico shrugged, shaking away the thoughts. There was nothing to worry about. Fighting wasn’t stressful, especially against an opponent that wouldn’t underestimate him. “Been long since you last fought without your Allomancy?” he asked lightly, brows raising in a sort of challenge. |
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Post by strider on Feb 9, 2021 0:48:28 GMT -5
“Blinking?” Kaladin repeated, brow raising. His eyes narrowed a little, as though trying to determine how seriously to take the man’s words. So he really was somewhere else. Would he go back? His world? Was this some sort of working man’s conspiracy? But… it couldn’t be a conspiracy, because he could see it with his own eyes. He didn’t think he had gone mad. Even after Tien… he shook the thought off, instead nodding curtly to Hector. “Yes, this is my first time… here. The Paradox House? Is it…” he tilted his head towards Sherlock and Percival “a fighting ring the lighteyes don’t know about?” How had he gotten here, though? He figured one question at a time would probably be best. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 9, 2021 0:52:24 GMT -5
Percival let Sherlock pull his arm, misjudging how quickly the other man could grab onto him. Even still, he tried to use it to his advantage and tried to ram his head into Sherlock's side. "I don't care!" he growled. Honestly, if he could be without his abilities, without the chill within his chest, maybe things would be better. He didn't have any question that he wanted to entertain now. None. He didn't have a question, he had a purpose. And it, right now, was trying to survive. And surviving right now was ensuring that Sherlock was getting tossed around a little to work on what was going on. Hoping that he would stop. That he would put up some sort of defense. "Deal with it," he growled again. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 9, 2021 0:52:37 GMT -5
If Kelsier had ever met Sherlock, he probably would have been rooting for Percival too. He hadn’t, though, so he couldn’t really pick a side. It didn’t matter much anyway. He was more excited about his own upcoming fight. They would talk eventually...it just hadn’t ever been the right time, he reasoned. First the plane room had happened, then Nico had needed rest, and Kelsier hadn’t been willing to push the talk. It was fine. They’d do it eventually. The fight was more important right now. “Why, think I might be out of practice?” He replied, grinning back at the challenge. “Not long. Not exactly short, either, but it’ll come back to me in no time. What about you? Ever sparred without your powers?” That was probably good to know in general. He wasn’t going to just toss Nico around if he didn’t know what he was doing without powers, but he had made the mistake of underestimating the kid before and he didn’t plan to do it again. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 9, 2021 0:58:37 GMT -5
“Fine!” Sherlock snapped as he was once again shoved off balance. He stumbled but managed not to fall, barely, and instead shot Percival a glare. He wanted a fight? Sherlock has been in fights before. He wasn’t complete helpless. And all attempts to avoid it had failed. Well...he was going to get his fight, then. Sherlock moved, feinting right and then dodging left and aiming a quick kick at the vampire’s knee, hoping to knock him down. In case that failed he aimed a quick punch at Percival’s side, aiming for the spot he knew would hurt the most. He wasn’t angry, he was annoyed, and also trying not to get completely beaten up in front of what seemed like the entire crew of blinkers to him. Nice of them to help. |
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Post by strider on Feb 9, 2021 0:59:13 GMT -5
Eventually was exactly the nebulously distant time from Nico was looking for. He didn’t want to talk, because he didn’t want to find out that Kelsier hadn’t meant it. That he had said it in the heat of the moment and just… didn’t want it to be true. Were they pretending that it hadn’t happened? Were they pretending that things were fine, and normal, and? He needed to get out of his head. He breathed out, letting his eyes close for a long moment before he looked up at Kelsier. “We’ll see about that,” he challenged, a smirk almost touching his lips. Good old fashioned trash talk made things better almost all the time. Plus… if they couldn’t fight yet, they might as well get hyped up to. “Not often,” he admitted after a long moment, crossing his arms, “but I have fought while keeping my powers in check so I didn’t exert myself, which is basically the same thing.” He knew how to defeat an enemy that was bigger than him. The only difference was he was used to the extra reach his sword gave him, and used to being able to teleport out of the way. How fast was Kelsier? Nico’s eyes narrowed just a little bit. Fast, probably, but he’d be thrown off balance by not having pewter… the fight would probably be more evenly matched than either of them anticipated. It just mattered who adjusted to the style of fighting faster. |
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