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The OC above, for one reason or another, picks a fight with yours. Does your character have what it takes to fight back, or must they flee to avoid injury, if not death? Post IC with your participating character.
Rules:
- Please put effort into your responses. There's technically no sentence minimum, but please no two-word responses.
- Your response should not be NSFW, offensive, or hurtful to real people. Let's confine the emotional pain to our characters.
- Wait until three other people have posted before you post again, unless it's been 24 hours. In that case, only one other person must have posted.
Let's start this off with...not Bozard, but Dr. Fire! What will your character do with this giant beast?
Denver looked shocked at what he seen before himself that was....challenging him? He raised a brow as he examined the....wolf? Before him, the wolf looked like they were on the younger side. Even though they were challenging him there was no way he was going to fight a kid...right? If they were actually the age they looked.
"Uh, ay kid lets talk about this huh? We don't need to fight at all. Ill just pay for a new one alright? I could get us to the store you got them from and just get you a new one okay? So no need to fight at all."
Sure, it was Denver's fault that the kid's food was now all over the ground because he wasn't paying attention to where he was Skateboarding and crashed into the poor kid.
"Uh, your not hurt from where I hit you right?" Denver said as he raised his hands in mock surrender trying to de-esclate the situation, not wanting to fight what looked like a child.
(Flight)
Also I'll respond to the next person! Just ping me!
Denver didn't want to pummel a child. You know who also didn't want to pummel a child?
Flavio.
Certainly Flavio had done worse than slap kids around, but though Denver was a vampire lord, and though that was unfamiliar territory for Flavio, the older man wasn't the kind of person to get into a fight with who looked like a gangly teenage boy, soft-faced and wide-eyed.
"This has to be some sort of joke." Flavio uttered, creeping along Denver's side. He looked the young man up and down, his brow knitted into a furrow. If he frowned anymore than he already was, he was going to give himself a headache. "I can't tell who told you what about me, but either way, I'm not about to get into a fist fight with someone a whole... what -- eight inches shorter than me? A hundred pounds smaller? By the Gods... Where's your mother, boy? Does she know you're trying to pick fights with old men?"
"Old" was a bit of an exaggeration. He was going to call himself that, anyway.
"Go on now. Get." He slunk away to a small, safe distance, just out of reach of any punches. "If you try to fight me, I won't hold back. But, I'm also not about to be the one starting shit with a kid. Go find Noel if you want an ass beating."
[flight -- unless denver wants to throw the first punch :V]
Heron's not quite sure what he's done to piss this guy off, but oh, it's more than enough. Even so, Flavio displays all the emotion of a massive slab of granite. So, too, does Heron, despite the adrenaline sweeping through him in cold waves. There's a moment of quiet appraisal between them; carefully, silently sizing the other up.
Alright. Heron is positive he can fight this guy. Whether or not he wants to is an entirely different matter all together. Granted, this goliath's not so much bigger than him. Bulkier, yes, but not all of that was muscle. Wouldn't be used to an even fight, surely. The real clincher here, then, is the matter of weaponry, and in that department Heron comes up woefully short.
"Nice sword," Heron mutters. Then he legs it, quick smart--that's one thing he's positive he holds superiority in over just about anyone.
(flight :') )
Caelestis looked up at Heron's tall, threatening figure with a silent gulp. Flirting with those he felt drawn to wasn't exactly an uncommon thing, but had he been a bit excessive with it this time? Perhaps. But... he couldn't say he actually regretted it either. While intimidating was certainly one way to describe his impression of the man, it was unfortunately in a manner that to the celestial, was largely instead only incredibly attractive. With this current situation in mind, though—a wall not far behind him and said figure before him looking quite unhappy with his presence—somehow he had a feeling he was rather in for a very thorough pummeling. My oh my… He thought to himself with a slightly panicked smile. Truthfully, the only actual problem with this was, while this sort of wrath typically wasn't at all something he would mind, Heron was someone who appealed to him enough that it hadn't actually been as much so what he'd been aiming for. Perhaps it might be best to work on the frequently thin line between his flirtations and provocations...
"Now, now," he coaxed, leaning back just slightly, as not even his heels could compensate much for the man's height, "there's no need to be so hasty, right? You're in a band, are you not? Surely it would be a waste to stain your fine hands with my blood." Unable to read Heron's expression nearly at all, Caelestis hadn't a clue as to whether any of his words were actually helping at all to mediate the situation, doing quite far the opposite, or which of the two he would actually prefer at the end of the day. Which he liked, in a manner, but also made it very difficult to tell what the best course of action was here. All of this was of course assuming that he'd read the other's intentions at all correctly from the beginning.
In a situation such as this, fighting back was rarely something he even considered an option. Simply dodging would be easy, but such a thing typically would only result in even more infuriation from the other party, and to fight back would be quite nearly impossible without a weapon of sorts. And as much as Caelestis could enjoy a clashing of blades, Heron didn't appear to have anything of the sort on hand regardless. There seemed to be only one easy solution. "...And so," he slipped off to the side, "I'll simply be on my way now. You may forget me, or perhaps I'll be back, who knows?" A tactical retreat. Although, even then, not without a brief pause for a wink and a wave before continuing to quickly leave through the door a short ways away.
(flight)
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Life so unusually idle as of late, Caelestis was having difficulty ignoring the sense of restlessness more persistently threatening to strengthen as of late. He needed some action, but he doubted Wraith would exactly approve of him heading out just to find someone to pick a fight with. As he pondered on it throughout the morning, he realised—in fact—the shifter himself would technically do just fine, wouldn't he? Someone as skilled as him would likely be especially enjoyable to fight, even if not in a serious manner. With these thoughts passing through Caelestis' mind, he wasted no time in bringing up the topic on their way back to the hotel room.
He nodded energetically at Wraith's question. Sparring in a hotel room wasn't something he would typically resort to, but it was about as ideal for the activity as a hotel room could likely get, fortunately. "Why not?" He agreed, folding his arms leisurely. Watching Wraith prepare for the fight, though… Caelestis realised he hadn't entirely accounted for just how attractive the shifter was going to look in this context. As a result, he found himself staring silently into Wraith's fierce eyes a moment longer than natural before remembering to reply. Oh, perhaps not the best reaction there, considering the question. "…Never been better, I assure you."
Wraith's combat skills were certainly no disappointment in the slightest, even with the lighthearted nature of the fight. Caelestis weaved around any attacks, some more narrowly than others, and it seemed to be a fairly equal match overall. Any attempts at knocking the shifter off his footing were for naught, but Caelestis was able to avoid any similar attempts himself for just as long. Although, once he felt himself finally lifted up over the other's shoulder, no feasible ways out of Wraith's grip remaining, it had clearly ended. "The bath?" He repeated in an exaggeratedly baffled tone. "Like this?! Perhaps if you were to join me, along with candles and rose petals, but otherwise—" Despite the protests, he couldn't resist a few chuckles all the while.
And instead, he was dumped onto the bed, Wraith remaining above him for an extra moment. A sort of moment where it was difficult to gather himself even despite the laid-back nature of the situation. "You… certainly do," he agreed, smiling irresistibly even through the breathlessness. The shifter moved away to sit down beside him, and instead of sitting up as well, Caelestis only followed along with his eyes. At the question, rather than yet replying, he reached up to pull Wraith down with him, and rolled them over until looking over his companion in a straddle. Looking down at him, even through the cheeky smile that had formed on the celestial's face, there was a moment of brief peril as he questioned what to actually do.
In what was only a moment later, though, Caelestis brushed away the obstructing hair, and leaned down to kiss Wraith's forehead. He climbed off before long to lie down at the shifter's side, snuggling up as closely as he could from the positioning. "Now… we may nap."
"Huh? You want to spar against me?" Wraith said cocking his head to the side, an eyebrow raised in both surprise and confusion.
The pair of them were still in their hotel room that Wraith had rented out when he carried in a drunk Caelestis the previous night. In the morning the pair of them woke up and got something eat before returning back to the room, and that's when his companion brought this request up. The shifter had no doubt that the celestial must have some skill in fighting, he seemed pretty light on his feet which was always useful in battle.
The shifter looked around the room, it was certainly a large one with a lot of space and thankfully no breakables in sight. "You want to spar right here? I mean there is more than enough room to do so." He said. After getting a response, he removed his coat and bullet proof vest and threw them aside. "It's a good job we are on the ground floor, at least there will be no noise complaints from anyone downstairs."
As Wraith moved into a fighting stance, his expression still held a smirk, but his eyes were filled with a fiery determination, something that made him look a lot more predatory than usual. "You sure you're sober enough for this?" He said with a deep chuckle.
The fight wasn't particularly intense, if anything it was just a bit of fun, something Wraith never really indulged in, but he couldn't stop the small smile appearing on his face. He noticed that the celestial was great at dodging attacks,, however where Caelestis had agility and speed, he did lack strength; something that the shifter used to his advantage. After several attempts, he managed to grapple his golden eye companion and put him over his shoulder like he was a bag of flour. "So, where should I put you?" The shifter said looking around the room and spotted the bathroom. "I could always put you in the bath." He chuckled as he heard his companions protests, though it seemed to be between laughs. The scarred man couldn't help but smile, glad that Caelestis was in a much more positive mood than last night.
"No?.....no bath today, well....." He looked around the room once more. "......how about a nap." He said before dumping his companion onto the bed. The shifter leant over the celestial and held the others shoulders down. "I win this round." He chuckled before sitting on the bed next to Caelestis. He tilted his head towards his golden eyed companion who was sill lying down. "You okay down there?" The shifter smirked.
(A friendly fight you could say xD )
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Ooooh interesting. Follow Up:
Wraith was wandering around the city after freshly painting a nearby wall when he caught a familiar scent. Following it, his eyes rested on a familiar form. "En?" He said tilting his head. "Thorn had told me you had returned to this area, said something had happened to you, is everything okay?" He asked but was only met with silence. The shifter observed his friend, noticing the empty but yet fierce expression in his eyes; it was something that brushed a bit too close to home, Wraith's own eyes had looked like that years ago....and he had seen even more eyes like that in the underground.
Just as he was about speak up, the prince turned around to leave. Frowning, the scarred man followed only to hear the sound of a sword unsheathing, and seeing the said weapon stop only inches from him. Wraith took a step back into a more defensive stance as he looked at the malice filled look in his friends eyes, understanding the wordless threat. "I have no quarrel with you taking out scum in my city, don't worry. Thorn told me that you've gone mute, or more accurately someone made you mute. Should you require assistance with getting back at them, whoever they are, I still have my connections and you know where to find me." Wraith stepped back into the shadows slightly.
"Nice to see you again En, just don't make the same mistake I did, don't become a monster who only lets his anger guide his actions.......your prey is on the south end of the city, good luck." And with that the shifter vanished into the darkness.
This place... How long had it been since he'd last visited here? En pondered it as he gazed about the familiar scenery, the bustling city whose corruption wafted over them like a thick smog of pollution. The last time he was here was about a year ago, back before everything had happened. He was still optimistic back then, and he still had his voice. Back then, he wanted to help everyone he could. Looking back, however, was that for the sake of helping, or to prove to himself that he wasn't a waste?
How weak.
As En wandered around, he stopped and turned to face a wall. Graffiti. Artistically magnificent, with such a combination of colors bringing the focus out and conveying a dread and sorrow. This looked fresh, too. The ex-prince would have smirked if he could. After all these years, the art hadn't changed.
Hearing movement approaching, he barely turned his head far enough to glance in the direction it came from. Well, well, the artist himself. En turned to fully face him, showing no eagerness at their reunion, instead replying to any comment with that cold, silent stare. Even if he'd wanted to talk, he wasn't sure if Wraith understood his version of sign language, even less for Morse Code, and even then, the ex-prince had nothing to say to him. There was only one reason he was here, and that was a target he was assigned, meaning he only had one thought about his old friend:
This reunion is a waste of time.
En turned to leave. He could hear Wraith still behind him, but tried to ignore him. The mission was more important-- And, admittedly, if he were to find Reef, that would be something worth making time for--
Barely half a second passed by the time he unsheathed a sword and swung it behind him, stopping it just inches from the shifter. His eyes were wide, yet not with concern, but pure malice.
Stay out of my way, his expression read. And by his stance, he was more than willing to force him out of the way.
(Fight... )
You can reply to him, his good self, or his older self!
En gazed around at the new area with wide eyes. It looked so pretty, even the air felt different! Allegro was right, this is just what he needed to clear his mind of all the worries and doubts he'd been feeling. He was grateful that Quill let him accompany him, even if it felt like all of this was schemed in some way.
Suddenly, the prince flinched and leaned back, wide eyes staring at the blade inches from his face. The owner looked regal and carried himself almost like a knight, with unyielding, suspicious eyes. En gulped, then looked to Quill for help. The small amount of hope on his face deflated into terror when the exiled prince only further antagonized the man.
Through all the tension and the frantic attempts at telepathically telling Quill to stop angering the guy pointing a sword at them, En hesitated. This guy knew Quill. He knew there was a rough history with Eldamant, so could it be a citizen profiling him? En's expression softened just a little with empathy, but it immediately froze back up when Quill started boasting about his strength.
"W-What--?!" the prince sputtered out, looking back and forth between the two repeatedly. Both of them were already drawing their weapons! He inwardly groaned. Guess there wasn't any choice. As En warily unsheathed both of his swords, a comment rang through his head. "W-Wait, you're--" Before he could finish his sentence, he lifted his swords up to shield himself from an attack, one so strong that it pushed him back a couple feet. He lowered his swords. That was... the prince?!
(took some time to decide but I'd like normal En to meet this guy. Also that's my first time writing two characters in a post I hope it's okay!)
"Halt, I say!" Cecil held his sword towards En, standing a few meters in away from him. "What is your buisness in Eldamant, stranger? I have to assume it's nothing pleasant, on account of your shady company." The blade of the wolf princes sword slightly moved to the left, pointing to a man with an eyepatch and purple hair, standing close behind En. "Quill..." (derogatory)
"Ohh?..." The ex-prince said, slowly raising one eyebrow. "We're in eldamant? Wow, I didn't even notice..." he lied. With crossed arms, he leaned closer to his smaller companion and whispered. "He doesn't know you, En. He'd be acting different if he did." A mischevious grin spread on his face, an evil intention that Cecil immediatly recognized.
"Nice try, but I don't believe that. And what's with the whisper-secrets? What are you planning, huh?!" Already so tense, the wolf prince dropped the fancy way of talking. He got no answer from his brother. "What?" He sneered. "You didn't expect me to patrol the forest paths today, did you? Leave now! Or things will get ugly."
Quill rolled his eyes. "It's two against one. Do you seriously expect to have a chance against us? This homeless child, I found on the side of the road," he harshly patted En on the back two times. "-is insanely strong. He could pick a fight with you. Any day."
"Is that so?..." Cecil hissed, his eyes locking on poor En. "I see you carry swords as well. I would advise you to not underestimate me. I have studied the blade for many, many years." He held his sword up again, preparing to attack. "And as heir of the throne it's my duty to protect my country and stop any troublemakers from entering."
"aS HeIR of tHe ThRonE-" Quill repeated mockingly in a high pitched voice. Taking feathers from each side of his belt, he turned them into knives, ready to taste wolf blood. "Don't hold back, En..."
(fight, thanks to Quill)
"Oh my gods!! That is a big puppy!" Bayenette gushed as she seen the fairly large wolf with two tails across the path from herself and Bartholomew (he looks exactly like that except he has a red leather bell collar around his neck). As she went to approach the wolf or as she called him 'big puppy' Bartholomew let out a warning growl trying to stop Bayenette from approaching. She simply waved him off and continued on.
As she approaches she lowers her stance trying to seem less scary although it doesn't really help at all since Bartholomew has his hocks raised and is growling pretty loudly at what he perceived as a threat.
"Hey easy there I'm not gonna hurt you, I just want to befriend you okay?" She said and discreetly casted Animal Friendship. "I just want to see what type of animal you are and learn about you!" She said in a calming voice as she slowly approaches
(It isn't really fight or flight as Bayenette ever since she has been awakened goal was to learn about animals and help them in anyway she could as the animals helped her escape like in the lab. Thus why she became a Druid. She would fight if she had to.)
(Also I will respond to the next person just tag me!)
In response to Whyme123
Bayenette's thorn whip sat in her hand as her posture relaxed a bit as she watched whyme take off running away from her. She raised her eyebrow in shock and confusion was a fight with her really that intimidating? She was only 2'5" at that.
"Uh- okay that was odd. Come on Bartholomew. It's not worth it." She said still bewildered at the whole ordeal and Bartholomew who was about to chase after Whyme just turned around and followed after her very confused at what just happened.
" ahhhh um crap! " why did I end up fighting Bayonetta?? Cuz I break multiverse laws and get others angry in the process. Damn I really bite more than I can choose here don't i?!
" pppllleeease don't harm me, chill chill! " I raise my hands defensively and book it on immediate instinct
Flight
"What exactly are you staring at?" Elio asked, almost hissing. "Would you be so kind and stop." His friendly words did not match his rather annoyed expression.
"You know, if you want to fight you can just say the word. I'll destroy you if you think you're better at this game than I am." Mario Kart was no joke!
Well actually he didn't really like Mario Kart. But he was still good at it. And more importantly, really, really competitive so defeat wasn't even an option! Whyme would see, Whyme would see...
If she was actually out for a fight he'd be just as happy to oblige, although he wasn't the strongest or most skilled fighter. Didn't matter, his ego was big enough to make up for that. (Not.)
(Fight! He's a chihuahua, hed fight physically as well as figuratively. XD)
Hotaru nervously watched Elio. Or, not so nervously. Her expression was so blank that it was difficult to tell what exactly she felt about those bitter glances. She was silent for a while, her hand gripping the red-and-white capsule tied to her skirt belt. It was more of a comfort than anything right now, but if need be, she was willing to send out her weird dog. If she couldn't use her weird dog, then... Well, she had her knife. Not that she ever used it for combat.
"You eat too filthily to possibly put up a fight." said Hotaru, "Like my traveling companion, you would huff and puff, and you would probably die before you reached me. Of a heart attack. Clogged arteries." If she didn't want to get her ass kicked, then this probably wasn't helping whatsoever. "I don't know if she watches your streams, but she may. Your content is something she and the other one would like. That is very disappointing. Very sad. I imagine that you prefer sitting around and playing your games and eating fries. How sad."
..Hotaru didn't deserve to speak. Her diet was just as "unhealthy".
"I will defeat you, if you attack me. I will also defeat you in your games, if you would rather that. You are dead. Do not come near me."
[fight. hotaru is mean.]
Lumetur… is surprised. It’s not often he ends up in a situation where he needs to make this choice, especially not in the recent months. But, alas, his training comes in handy in this situation. He looks down at the Ghoul, raising the corner of his mouth into a sneer to try and look sinister, narrowing his Amber eyes so they glint in the firelight.
”Why would you even try to fight me? I have done nothing wrong.” Lumetur states, before bringing his daggers out of his cloak, glaring down as his tail swishes in the air.
“If you insist.”
(Reluctant Fight - he would never run away from a battle, but he also doesn’t want to cause conflict)
Polo is a massive shithead which is not only very willing to fight, but will also shit talk their opponent all the way through it. They're incredibly competitive and not afraid to fight dirty, losing is not an option to them. They also despise anyone coming from a noble/high up background, so if they get a chance to throw hands with a prince they're taking it. They'd probably also assume Lumetur has limited world experience, being a prince, and would probably underestimate him for that which would be a big mistake.
Polo sneered at their opponent.
"What you looking at, got a problem with me?
"First time leaving your palace huh? Never seen common people before? Sorry to burst your bubble, asshole, welcome to the real world."
Lumetur looked down at them, unimpressed.
"What? You scared of fighting a commoner, getting your hands dirty? Gonna call in your guards to fight for you? I'll beat the shit out of them and then I'll beat the shit out of you too, prissy little princess."
Note: I did read Lumetur's profile and I know he actually fought a war and travelled the world but Polo doesn't know that fsagdjgsfdasg I'm assuming they've probably only ever heard of him and they just met in person