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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 9, 2021 3:08:32 GMT -5
Kelsier hadn’t quite fully accepted that he didn’t have any Allomancy at all yet. He was so used to pewter’s subtle touch, making him more agile as well as lending him physical strength, as well as his constant use of iron and steel...this might be harder than he was anticipating. He didn’t even realize how much he used his metals until he went to burn pewter to give him an edge and there was nothing there to burn. And he didn’t have his daggers, he reminded himself. When was the last time he’d been in a fight with no Allomancy? No...actually he didn’t want to think about that. Bad memories had no place here, he decided firmly, his smile still bright on his features. He was not going to get distracted. “My reflexes are the best,” he answered, grinning. “Let’s see how yours fair.” And he moved, feinting left, then right, then dodging left and aiming a strike at Nico’s shoulder as he spun, trying to get behind him to sweep his legs out from under him and get him on the ground. He danced backwards out of reach again, smile widening even though it hadn’t been as easy and graceful as it would have been with pewter’s help.
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Post by strider on Feb 9, 2021 3:17:15 GMT -5
Nico’s eyes narrowed, trying to figure out which way Kelsier was actually going to attack. He didn’t shift his weight all the way to the left, nor to the right… there, the subtle shift that betrayed his movement. Nico glanced at him as he ducked out of the way, sticking his leg right where he anticipated Kelsier would step – he was trying to trip him, but he didn’t actually anticipate that it would work. Still… if it did, it might give him an edge. “Really, that’s it?” he asked, glad that he’d been right that Kelsier would be fighting like he was faster than he actually was. He knew what he would do here if he had shadow travel, but he didn’t have that advantage now. His eyes narrowed as he took a half second to assess, then pushed forward, aiming a sharp jab at Kelsier’s side. They had an audience and both of them playing defense wouldn’t be very entertaining for anyone involved. He ducked down under Kelsier’s arm, creating enough distance between the two of them that Kelsier would have to come closer if he wanted to attack. Nico knew where to hit – he knew where it would hurt to hit, at least. Still… he was used to winning fights as quickly as he possibly could. Doing this for show, aiming not to kill, but just to get a hit in… it was different. He’d have to remember that next time he attacked.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Feb 9, 2021 3:19:07 GMT -5
| Hector | PIT FIGHT | Spectator | "The last one I was in was completely filled with bubbles. They, uh, turned into creatures and started chasing another blinker and I." He smirked a bit as he remembered the adventure with Maladict. "And various other ones don't fit any pattern, as far as I can tell. Some of them are outside, like snowy mountains, fields, or the seaside." He paused, thinking back to one of the earlier rooms he'd been in- the gladiator room, which had been a similar concept to this one here, only with much higher stakes. Not wanting to dwell on the thought, he watched as Kelsier feinted forwards, light on his feet as he jabbed towards Nico. It was an exciting fight. "Thinking about what should or shouldn't be doesn't change what is." Hector mused aloud. He looked away from the fight, giving Kaladin a thoughtful look once he heard the bitterness in his tone. He certainly looked young himself. And he held himself like a well trained soldier, not a new recruit. Perhaps there was a reason for his bitterness. Hector didn't pry, not into the history of someone he'd just met.
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Post by strider on Feb 9, 2021 3:27:28 GMT -5
Zuko had ventured down the beach, wandering out of sight. Nico had watched him walk a few paces as he and Kelsier had spoken, but he had quickly lost track of him. He knew the other boy had caused the fire, but he didn’t actually know the details. He knew what Kelsier was doing. Knew he was talking to him – well, specifically encouraging him to talk without giving any response himself – to tire him out and make him fall asleep. Unfortunately, it was working. Nico was out before he could protest. He didn’t so much as stir as Kelsier picked him up, didn’t wake up as the heat of the sun faded into the darker shade of a bunch of palm trees. He didn’t tend to be a deep sleeper – he couldn’t afford to be, with his world as dangerous as it was. But here, with Kelsier, he was dead asleep. There were no dreams, no nightmares, just… rest. It was an unfamiliar (although much desired) feeling. When he did wake up, a few hours later, he didn’t immediately know where he was. There was something soft underneath him, and the whole area was pleasantly warm… it came back to him like something out of a dream. “Hey!” he protested, forcing himself into a seated position as he glared at Kelsier. “I told you not to let me fall asleep!” He wasn’t actually upset. He just… hadn’t expected it. His brow furrowed for a long moment, fist closing around part of the towel. “Did… you Soothe me while I was asleep?” he asked after a moment, tilting his head to look at Kelsier. He wouldn’t have minded if he had, it was just… the only way he could rationalize the lack of nightmares.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 9, 2021 3:33:25 GMT -5
Kelsier almost tripped, but he saved himself at the last moment, managing to keep his balance mostly intact at the same time. His movements were slower than he’d anticipated...was this how everyone else fought all the time? Pewterarms were called Thugs for a reason, he knew, and pewter wasn’t his forte, but he apparently used it more than he thought he did. Good to know. “I’m barely getting started,” he assured Nico, resolving to do better even without his metals. The problem was, he was used to subtle influences, not huge once. Or...he was used to more impressive differences with iron and steel but pewter was more subtle for him. Ironic, really. He winced a little as the jab connected and he turned, whipping around to face Nico, smile wide and eyes focused. He didn’t wait this time, instead darting forward and aiming a quick strike at Nico’s chest to push him back, then following it with an elbow, hoping to disorient Nico enough to get him off balance. He shifted his weight as though he intended to back off, then closed the distance with a kick, trying to remember that he wasn’t burning pewter.
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Post by strider on Feb 9, 2021 3:35:34 GMT -5
“Bubbles?” Kaladin repeated, like he didn’t quite understand. He knew what bubbles were, of course, but he couldn’t imagine what Hector was talking about. So this House truly was strange. Not that Kaladin had doubted it, but… well, hearing about the strange rooms was very different from just hearing that they existed. He assumed actually experiencing them was a whole other beast entirely. When Hector spoke of fields, Kaladin pictured something entirely different from what Hector had actually meant. He had a lot to learn about the House. He had a lot to learn about other worlds. He didn’t understand yet how different they were from his own. “I suppose not,” Kaladin added, locking his attention back on the fight. He didn’t like it, but he tried to make his tone lighter than he felt. The fight was exciting. No real blows had been exchanged yet – the two were probably just warming up. And they both seemed to have a sense of showmanship – the man in particular.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Feb 9, 2021 3:42:33 GMT -5
| Hector | PIT FIGHT | Spectator | "Yep. Surprisingly more deadly than one would think." Hector answered with a grin. He'd survived, so he looked back on the fight fondly. Hector hummed in anticipation as Kelsier stumbled, leaning forwards as the Mistborn righted himself again. You could tell by the way that Hector's gaze flitted across the fighting figures that he was a man of combat. He followed their feints, watched their defenses carefully, analyzing their fighting styles.
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Post by strider on Feb 9, 2021 3:45:19 GMT -5
Nico couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face as his strike connected. He was adjusting, too, but it seemed the differences for him were a lot smaller than they were for Kelsier. Although… he missed the ability to shadow travel. And he missed his sword. He wasn’t really sure how to make his hands as effective weapons as they could be. He could just… hope his punches and jabs had enough power behind them. So far, it seemed like they did. Kelsier’s first strike hit and Nico gave a small hiss (more out of surprise than pain), stumbling back a step and barely reacting in time to avoid the elbow. As it was it hit his arm at an awkward angle, hard enough he knew he’d have a bruise there. His eyes narrowed, trying to tell what Kelsier was intending to do. He almost missed it, almost got a foot to the face, but he reacted quickly, ducking and grabbing Kelsier’s leg. He gave a small smile as he darted forward, between Kelsier’s leg, attempting to hang onto Kelsier’s leg long enough to throw him off balance. He dropped the leg after a moment, following through with a shove at Kelsier’s back. It may not have been dignified, but if it worked, it worked.
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Post by strider on Feb 9, 2021 3:49:29 GMT -5
Almost more entertaining than watching the fight itself was observing how Hector watched the fight. He was clearly analytical about it, and he seemed to appreciate each of the moves as they came. “I hope you don’t mind my asking,” Kaladin began, shifting awkwardly, “but are you a soldier?” He could usually tell a military man by his stance – Hector seemed relaxed, but Kaladin could tell the straight set of his shoulders just in the way he was standing. He hadn’t noticed it before but it was clearly there. He was silent for a few more moments before he dared ask his other question. “Wherever you’re from… they don’t differentiate between lighteyes and darkeyes, do they?”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 9, 2021 3:58:51 GMT -5
Kelsier was learning, or he was pretty sure he was. He was good at adjusting, good at making do with what he had, and through it felt like Allomancy had always been a part of him, he knew it hadn’t been accessible to him for even half his life. He could do this. He was not losing. Kelsier simply didn’t lose. He grinned as his first strike hit, and then his elbow did as well. He was being careful, sort of, but the excitement was definitely getting to him now, and he couldn’t help getting into it. He had a feeling Nico wouldn’t mind. Nico was far more likely to mind if he didn’t try his hardest. The kick was a mistake. He knew as soon as he decided to do it, but it was too late to stop then. Well...he thought, frustration obvious on his face as he struggled to get his leg free, at least he hadn’t fallen flat like the guy in the overcoat had. That would have been way too embarrassing. The shove made him stumble a little, but he used it to his advantage, leaning into it and grabbing for Nico’s arm, trying to use his weight to swing the kid around and throw him off balance. A flashy move, but hopefully effective as well.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 9, 2021 4:03:30 GMT -5
Kelsier looked up as Nico shifted, and he smiled. Nico had slept, and nothing had forced him to wake up, which was all he had wanted in the first place. He wouldn’t thank the House, it didn’t deserve to be thanked, but he was glad anyway. His scheme had worked, “Yep.” He agreed, unperturbed by Nico’s protests. “You did tell me that. I don’t remember saying I was going to listen to you, though.” He could tell Nico wasn’t actually upset. Nico looked very different when he wa really upset about something. So Kel kept smiling. “I didn’t, no.” He added, a slightly more serious expression coming across his face as he did. He didn’t quite understand the question, but he guessed it had something to do with the kid’s dreams. He paused, not sure he should ask…dreams were private things, after all, and Nico was under no obligation to tell the Mistborn his. They could talk. Or they could enjoy the sensation of not talking about the thing they were both thinking a little longer. Kel elected to do the latter, deciding he wasn’t going to bring it up if Nico didn’t.
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Post by strider on Feb 9, 2021 4:06:05 GMT -5
Nico could tell the spirit of the fight was infecting Kelsier – good, it was infecting him, too. It had been far too long since he’d been able to fight just for the sake of fighting – he missed the feeling, the adrenaline running through his veins. The only risk here was losing, not dying. He planned to take advantage of the feeling as much as he possibly could. He cursed under his breath as Kelsier grabbed his arm, attempting to dig his heels into the ground to stop the momentum. Unfortunately, he was just too light for that to be effective in the slightest. Instead, he used his other arm to deliver a solid jab to Kelsier’s elbow. They were very evenly matched, Nico thought with a small smile. This could go on for a very, very long time if they let it. He wouldn’t cut it any shorter than he had to, though he knew there were likely others who would want to fight. He dove out of the way, earning himself a little bit of space to catch his breath. He had a wild smile plastered across his face – this, this feeling of fighting, of not having to do anything else but showcase his skill – it was incredible. He grounded himself, waiting for Kelsier’s next move.
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Post by strider on Feb 9, 2021 4:12:53 GMT -5
“Did you have turtleducks?” Zuko asked after a moment, tilting his head. He could picture the fish and the islands well enough, but… he couldn’t help but be curious. After all, one of the best parts of growing up in the Fire Nation had been that there were turtleducks that lived near the palace. They always made him smile – he had to admit, he wasn’t as intrigued by the fish. There were fish everywhere. He’d had to start eating more fish since setting out on his journey, and he was really getting sick of the taste. After a while, all fish started to taste the same. “My family has a home near a beach,” he added, in case Scarlet thought he wasn’t interested in the rest of it. He was. “It’s been a long time since we’ve been there. I think… it might be nice to go back.” He thought about that for a moment, brow creasing at the thought. Would he ever get to go back? He shook the thought away. Of course he would get to go back. He just had to find the Avatar first. “I’m living on a ship right now. Not a spaceship. An actual ship, on the sea.” Zuko looked away as he said it, unsure if he was doing the right thing when it came to finding common ground. He was really unused to talking to strangers. Was he talking too much about himself? Was he listening enough to Scarlet? She was nice, and Zuko found he didn’t want to mess this up. He did, however, notice the way she seemed to brighten a little bit. Since he had learned the glow wasn’t a figment of imagination, he figured it was safe to believe he wasn’t imagining the way it grew brighter, either. He didn’t know what it meant, but he had a feeling it was a good feeling. Something bubbled in his chest, but he couldn’t quite place the feeling. “I hope you find your brother,” Zuko said softly, looking back at Scarlet. He didn’t really know what the equivalent of eye contact was for the Novakid, but he did his best to make it. “You already know I’m looking for the Avatar… but a lot of people say it’s an impossible task. But I’m going to find him. And… I think if you keep looking, you’ll find your brother. Probably.” Scarlet’s laugh was enough to eke another smile out Zuko. “I guess it does glow,” he murmured, brow creasing as though he had never actually considered that before.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 9, 2021 4:17:11 GMT -5
The fight was well and officially on now, both of them moving fast, careful and careless at the same time. They were good, both of them were, and Kelsier felt an unexpected surge of pride not only for his own skill but for Nico’s as well. Not many adults would be able to hold their own against Kelsier, even without his Allomancy, and here was Nico, proving it could be done. They were fighting, but they had little to lose but their own pride. Not that Kelsier planned to lose even that. He grinned and winced at the same time as his move succeeded, only to get him hit. It was worth it though, to prove he was a match for Nico, to prove he could win. Did the others have any idea who the kid was? Who the Mistborn was? No...he doubted most of them knew him, though they had a better chance of having seen Nico fight before. All the more reason to prove he was a worthy opponent. He didn’t let Nico catch his breath that easily. He moved forward, smiling, his movements almost lazy. “Tired already?” He asked, reaching for a dagger that wasn’t there. Damn. Oh well, he didn’t need it. Instead, he ran at him, trying to make him dodge to the side, which if he did would let Kelsier shove him off balance and maybe even get him down.
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Post by strider on Feb 9, 2021 4:26:00 GMT -5
“You wish!” Nico crowed, clearly exhilarated. A second was all he needed to get his breath back, and he was ready for Kelsier as he came. The fight was keeping him on his toes, which was something Nico couldn’t say for a lot of the fights he had in his world. Monsters were easy enough to beat most of the time, most posing a challenge only when they were too numerous to defeat. There were a couple of demigods that Nico would probably struggle to beat, but he could match even them blow for blow for long enough. It was just a matter of who got in a lucky strike, or who tired more quickly. This fight… it wasn’t like that. It was two very different styles of fighting pitted against each other, and Nico was loving every minute of it. Glancing into the audience for half a moment, Nico knew he had a reputation to uphold it. And he was going to do that. Nico could have dodged to the side, he had no idea what Kelsier was seeing, but he saw another opportunity. A risker one, certainly, but what was the point of fighting in front of people if he couldn’t be the tiniest bit flashy with his risk taking? His eyes narrowed and he threw himself at the ground, sliding between Kelsier’s legs and kicking at the back of his knee as soon as he was through. He pushed himself back to his feet soon after, hoping Kelsier had fallen, but ready for another attack if he hadn’t.
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Post by strider on Feb 9, 2021 4:32:13 GMT -5
“Damn,” Nico replied softly, holding Kelsier’s gaze. “Should’ve made you promise.” If he were actually upset, his words would have contained far more vitriol. He didn’t actually mind. Actually, he felt better than he had in weeks. Which… wasn’t difficult, because a little over two weeks ago he had been in Tartarus. And he hadn’t really slept since. Two weeks ago, he hadn’t known Kelsier. The thought was a bit uncomfortable. How could he start thinking of someone as a father when he hadn’t even known them two weeks? But… they had been through so much together already. It wasn’t the length of time they had spent together, it was what they had been through. Which was… more than most people went through in an entire lifetime. That didn’t, however, mean he was going to bring it up. “Oh,” he blinked, a little surprised by the answer. “I figured... I figured you must’ve,” he admitted, frowning just a little bit. “I… well, I didn’t have any nightmares.” There, out in the open. He didn’t know what Kelsier would do with that information. “I haven’t had a night without nightmares… in a very long time.” He didn’t have an answer for how long. Probably since he’d put himself in a coma just to stay alive. Even then, though, he’d had bad dreams. “How long did I sleep, anyway?”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 9, 2021 4:39:28 GMT -5
Kelsier felt similarly, mostly because the people he fought in his own world were less skilled by far than he was. He’d been trained by being randomly pitted against enemy Mistborn, after all. He knew how they fought, what their weaknesses were, better than they did oftentimes. He was ready for this, he was more than for a real challenge, to see whose style would win out in the end. He was pretty sure it was going to be him, but he was perhaps not as confident as he pretended to be. Nico was good, very good, and they both were, but...still. He expected Nico to dodge, he really did. The attack had been an attempt to do something unexpected, which he had succeeded in doing, but it worked against him. He didn’t see it coming, and his eyes widened in surprise as Nico slid under him, his body trying to turn to meet his opponent before he could even realize what had happened. Then he stumbled and went down on one knee, gasping as he nearly went sprawling completely. He leaned into it, rolling over his shoulder and coming up to his feet again, far enough from Nico to give him a moment reorient himself. “Not bad!” He called, grinning as he faced Nico once again. He couldn’t help the compliment, he was too impressed. “Think you can do it twice?” And with that, he walked toward Nico, slowly, waiting to see what he would do. He was still smiling...waiting for Nico to attack this time.
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Post by strider on Feb 9, 2021 4:52:22 GMT -5
The nice thing about fighting someone with a completely different fighting style was that everything was unexpected. He could predict what Kelsier would do based on the first fight they’d had, the fight he’d only sort of watched between Kelsier and the titan, and what Kelsier had done so far in this room. He didn’t know Kelsier’s fighting style. It kept him on his toes. This… this was the best fight Nico had ever had. He hadn’t lived very long, so that wasn’t exactly impressive, but it meant he enjoyed it far more than he normally enjoyed fights. “Thanks!” he replied, giving a slight bow so Kelsier had enough time to do whatever it was he needed to do . “Still underestimating me?” He added, though the smile accompanying the words took away whatever sting they may have had. He knew that of everyone in the room, Kelsier was the least likely to underestimate him. After all, Kelsier had seen him beat an Inquisitor, which was supposed to be next to impossible. He’d used his powers, so he didn’t know if it counted, but… still. He gauged his distance from Kelsier, then narrowed his eyes and rushed forward. He feinted left before darting right, aiming to jab Kelsier in the side again – if he hit him in the same spot again, maybe Kelsier would start favoring that side. It would leave him more open to attack… he didn’t dart away this time, instead pushing off the ground to throw a punch at Kelsier’s chin. He wasn’t tall enough to reach it without jumping.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 9, 2021 5:05:38 GMT -5
Kelsier had never fought someone like Nico, not in a fair fight. He relied on his powers most of the time, pretty must all the time now, but he was pretty good without them, too. He forgot that, sometimes. He should remember it, he decided, just in case. Running out of metals didn’t happen often but it still could, and he needed to remember he didn’t need metals, he just used them. This was probably the best fight Kelsier had ever had, too, which was a bit more impressive, though it was still impressive for Nico considering how many fights he had been in. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He tossed back, his balance back as he faced Nico, his expression proud, excitement burning in his eyes, as strong as any metal. He wouldn’t underestimate Nico, ever again. He knew that they were evenly matched, and for him, that was high praise indeed. For him to admit someone else was on his fighting level was a lot. Yet he was willing to say that of Nico. He didn’t fall for the feint, and spun away from the jab, then ducking backwards as Nico tried to trike at his chin, a bold move Kel didn’t plan to let him get away with. He moved to grab Nico, expecting him to try to use his weight to throw the Mistborn off balance, while Kel planned to use that against him and tried to knock him off balance as he went down.
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Post by strider on Feb 9, 2021 5:14:43 GMT -5
Nico too knew he needed to get better at fighting without his powers (though he figured fighting without weapons was far less likely). He would need to conserve his powers as much as possible for the next… however long it took to get himself and the statue back to Camp. He wouldn’t be able to use his powers for anything other than shadow travel. As it was, that much travel could probably kill him. No. Would probably kill him. He pushed the thought away. He didn’t want to think about dying now. Not when he was in the middle of a fight that made him feel more alive than ever before. He grinned at Kelsier. This… this was what it was like to be alive, this was what a fight should look like. He didn’t know if it looked as impressive on the outside as it felt from within it, but he didn’t care. The two of them knew how difficult it would be to beat either of them – this fight would have been over in seconds if either of them had been up against a less worthy opponent. Nico didn’t doubt that there were many in the House who could match him, but… like this? He doubted it. This time, Nico played exactly into what Kelsier predicted was going to happen. He kicked at Kelsier, trying to use the momentum he had gathered to unbalance Kelsier like he had when he’d kicked at the back of his knee. He may not have weighed much, but even his weight could be devastating when compounded by that much momentum.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 9, 2021 5:31:36 GMT -5
Kelsier didn’t know what Nico was thinking, didn’t realize what he’d done. If he had…would he still be having this fight now? Would he still be grinning and letting the feeling of his heart beating furiously inside of him consume him would he let the moment take over? Probably not, but he didn’t know, so he continued on, keeping the dramatic edge to everything he did. He’d have done that without a crowd, too, but with an audience? He couldn’t help himself. This was incredible. Kelsier had already known he liked fighting, though Dockson had always been the one to get into fistfights. This wasn’t a fistfight by a long shot, though, this was two highly skilled people doing their best to outdo the other. And so far, no one had succeeded. Which Kel found he was actually grateful for. He moved as Nico did, moving with him, letting his much heavier weight act as a counterbalance as he swung Nico, trying to get him unbalanced enough that he would fall when Kelsier let go. He grinned...this was his specialty, this using physics against the user, understanding cause and effect. This was how Allomancy worked, he just needed to figure out how to manipulate it without metals.
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Post by strider on Feb 9, 2021 5:48:10 GMT -5
There was little Nico appreciated more than a challenge. This? This was a challenge, without the risk of dying or getting seriously hurt or… well, the other potential consequences that came with the other things Nico had done over the course of his life. This was dancing on a knife point, but knowing there was a cushion underneath him if he fell. And he enjoyed it. Of course he enjoyed it. He hadn’t expected Kelsier’s move, though it fit very well with how Kelsier tended to fight. He remembered Kelsier mentioning something about cause and effect when he’d shown him Allomancy. He understood it better when it was used against him. He’d never been a science kid. He stumbled, gasping a little bit as Kelsier let go and he windmilled for a bit before catching himself with one hand. He’d almost fallen, which… was impressive. He pushed himself fully back on his feet, dusting off his knees. He could see why a lot of people compared fighting to a dance. Most of what he did in his world wasn’t like that, but this? This felt like an art form. “Nice,” Nico managed, the smile not leaving his face. He didn’t waste a second before he darted forward again, launching himself into the air and aiming to kick Kelsier in the chest. “But not quite good enough.”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 9, 2021 5:53:46 GMT -5
“Definitely.” Kelsier agreed just as softly, watching Nico closely. No, he definitely wasn’t actually upset about it. He just looked caught off guard, mostly. Which was fair. Kelsier hadn’t actually expected this either. He just wasn’t going to complain. He didn’t know what Nico was thinking. What would he have done if he had? Would he have brought it up, mentioned it? Would he have told Nico right there that he’d meant it? Because he had. As much as he tried to think maybe he hadn’t meant it, not really, as much as he pretended it could have been in the dear of the moment, he was wrong. He’d meant it, and he was pretty he’d say it again. Unless Nico didn’t want him to, of course, which he probably didn’t...it was all so much more complicated than he’d bargained for. “Oh.” Kelsier’s eyes widened a little at that. He hadn’t expected that answer, honestly, though it made sense now. Nico had slept without nightmares, which Kelsier had already known wasn’t common, but he hadn’t realized just how uncommon it was. He smiled a little, pleased to hear it, even if he didn’t really know why. “That’s good.” He said simply, and he meant it. Of course it was good. He didn’t really think it was because of him, though. “A couple hours, about,” he added, squinting at the sun. He pointed to it. “If that’s to be believed, anyway.”
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Post by strider on Feb 9, 2021 6:01:02 GMT -5
“I forgot people were supposed to wake up feeling rested,” Nico admitted, pressing himself into a more comfortable position. He gave a tiny smile, one he hadn’t even meant before it slipped out. Kelsier had a way of disarming him like that. Perhaps it was just because he’d just woken up and hadn’t yet gathered his thoughts. Maybe it was because he wasn’t used to waking up naturally, not in a sweat and breathing hard. He tilted his head a little bit, trying to figure out what Kelsier was thinking. He knew there were things they needed to talk about. Was Kelsier thinking about that, or was he thinking about something else? Nico decided he could deal with everything they needed to talk about… later. Eventually. Maybe when he hadn’t just woken up. His thoughts were a bit scrambled. “Yeah,” he agreed, voice quiet, “It is good.” He left it at that. How long had Kelsier suffered nightmares after Hathsin? Did he still get nightmares? Those were all questions Nico could have asked, but then he risked the conversation getting into something deeper, and… he wanted to avoid that. For now, at least. “Damn,” he murmured, staring up at the sky. The sun had moved quite a bit. “And I can’t even get mad at you for letting me get burned, because you didn’t.” His tone was mild, but he really was grateful. Did Kelsier know him well enough to hear the gratitude in his tone? Nico hoped he did.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Feb 9, 2021 9:40:37 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." Sol | FIGHT | mintedstar/fur |He was really bad at describing things. If she kept seeing him around, she'd have to work with him on that a little, because she still didn't have a very good idea of what this place was like. Lots of people were like that, though. It was annoying, but she'd taught people to think about her blindness before, she could do it again if she had to. Brushing off her slight irritation, she grinned and held her fists up near her chin, taking a few pretend swipes forward as she began to bounce from one foot to the other, shifting her weight. "Oh yeah, wanna bet? I'll take you down, dude. Bet you the cheese crackers in my pocket I can do it."
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Feb 9, 2021 10:25:50 GMT -5
Pit FIGHT | vibing w hook
The joke here was of course, that she had no left shoe. And when she saw him glance down she couldn't resist laughing. "Mmmyup, the left one." All the while she kept her attention on Nico and Kelsier, catching bits of banter and smirking as she wondered if herself and Hook were as entertaining to watch. Probably. Uh oh, his ego was rubbing off on her. Or was it? It had been quite fun... Perhaps she'd be able to go again at some point, the sparring was a blast, and she imagined it would be so with others as well. So long as nobody took it to heart, that is... Vaguely she registered that Myrnin was there as well, talking to a small person and for a moment she had to question why a small person would be here in the first place.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Feb 9, 2021 13:04:23 GMT -5
Pit Fight | watchin w shade
Hook sighed as she laughed, realizing in that moment that he was trying to read too deep into her bullshit. He smirked a bit at her response, though dismissively waved his hand at her as he took another drink. He followed her gaze around the ring, though he swept the crowd without finding any particular blinkers he wanted to keep his eye on. Several were strangers to him, or some he knew only distantly, but even at a first he could deduce that they’d see some interesting contest of skill whenever folks started to make their way out into the ring. He narrowed his eyes on Kelsier and Nico again, pausing to try and take note of Kelsier’s favored maneuvers and less practiced looking attacks; information he could end up needing later with the way his reputation had been fending recently. “You seen the lanky ones’ a right prick, yeah?” He said to Shade, referencing the short encounter where she’d gotten to witness Kelsier’s character when they were together. “Turns out he just ain’t a fan of the House’s sense of irony,” he explained to her with a bitterly amused raise of his eyebrows. His tone was light, but there was a detectable dryness to attest for how he felt on the reoccurring issue.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Feb 9, 2021 13:22:36 GMT -5
| Hector | PIT FIGHT | Spectating | Hector nodded in confirmation. They both had the same bearing but Kaladin was stiffer, more on edge. One could assume that Hector was either quite laid back or that he held the easy confidence of authority. "Yes- and you as well, I assume." He reached out and lightly pushed Kaladin's shoulder, in reference to his similar posture. "Where I'm from, almost every has dark eyes. So no, we don't differentiate. They do in your world?" Hector asked. Kaladin had reacted differently to Sherlock than to Percival. Like Kaladin expected Sherlock to act differently. It was a reminder that everyone's worlds were very different. Hector leaned forwards, watching intently as Kelsier went down and then rolled, recovering. The two were clearly both skilled at fighting, if in different styles, and they were both adjusting to the lack of powers. And they were clearly both cognizant of the fact that they were fighting in front of an audience. They were both clearly enjoying themselves, and the thrill of the fight was contagious. Hector squeezed his hand into a fist before slowly letting it go.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Feb 9, 2021 13:34:39 GMT -5
They were both competitive, both in need of a challenge, both highly skilled fighters. Nico was better than he’d let on, light on his feet and very agile, not to mentioned strong for his height and weight. There was a clear difference between him and Skaa kids who’d never been taught to fight at all. It was clear his body knew how to do this. Kelsier grinned as his move worked almost flawlessly - Nico didn’t actually fall, but he did at least stumble, which Kelsier would take. He let the kid recover for a moment, and it was here where he would have brushed his finger along the edge of the dagger if he’d had one. Oh well. He could make do with what he did have. That was the key. He knew how to manipulate cause and effect, he could still use that without metals. How grim widened a little at the thought, and he was prepared when Nico attacked. “Glad you can appreciate it,” he answered, eyes narrowing as he saw Nico run at him, and he almost missed what he was planning, he almost ended up flying backwards, but instinct saved him and he spun a foot striking his shoulder as he did and making him stumble a little. He let out a hiss, less of pain and more of surprise - okay, he hadn’t seen that one coming. Still, he had a split second where Nico was in the air, which was a very bad position for him to be in. He moved fast, trying to grab Nico’s legs much like Nico had grabbed his own when he kicked, trying to make him fall flat on his back instead. If it worked, it would look insanely cool.
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Post by strider on Feb 9, 2021 13:47:35 GMT -5
“Yes,” Kaladin responded evenly, staying steady in spite of the light push. He glanced at Hector’s hand, then gave a small smile. He didn’t know what sort of wars Hector was fighting, didn’t know what troubles plagued his kingdom. It didn’t matter. There was a sort of camaraderie that came with the discipline and training their profession required. Maybe they would be on opposite sides of a battle one day, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t respect there when they met on friendlier terms. Kaladin was tired of fighting humans, anyway. It was Alethi against Alethi, Brightlord against Brightlord for reasons that was never fully explained. He wanted to be on the Shattered Plains, fighting the Parshendi. “Oh,” his brow creased a little bit, hand clenching at his side. That sounded more fair, not differentiating. “Yes. Darkeyes can only get so high in society. And lighteyes can only sink so low. That’s the way my world works. Lighteyes think they’re better.” He turned his attention back to the fight, wincing a little in sympathy as the man grabbed the kid’s leg. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Hector’s squeezed fist. “Wanna go at some point?” he asked, tilting his head towards the pit.
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