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 Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2025 7:36 pm
Prompt: Three students who all work out at the same time get to know each other. How will this end up for the one at the end of the harassment?
Characters: Alastair, Hasan, Luka
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2025 8:16 pm
  
tab Alastair needed to get some steam out after the crazy day he had a couple days ago. The professor still pissed him off and the fact that it was still just allowed made him even more angry. He hated the fact that even though the girl he had ended up stuck with was capable of protecting herself, she still brought out a part of him that was mildly frustrating. He hated when he began to care for people other than his sister, that she was supposed to be the only exception. So he made his way to the gym where he set up the bag that he'd practiced with multiple times now. He didn't have access to the practice dummies like he used to back at his kingdom, but this was certainly doable when it came to exercise. It allowed him to get out most of his pent-up frustrations without actually ending up expelled. This was a feat for him in itself, his brother was worried that he would be kicked out before he even got a chance to make progress even though Alastair didn't think he was making any progress, nor did he want to. Even Atropia wanted him to make more friends, but he didn't see the purpose of friends unless they were able to keep up with him.
tab As Alastair began his usual routine he tuned out the world, focusing on the bag in front of him and his black hair was tied back down by his neck as usual. Green eyes flashing as he imagined a soldier in front of him, going back to the times where he would train with the others at his home. They proved to be much better practice targets because he was able to chase and get different movements. He sometimes wished there was someone he could practice with but at this point he had given up on it, Arsene wasn't interested and there was no chance in hell he was going all out against Pia. An hour in he stepped back, running a hand across his forehead as he took a drink of his water and moved to the Pull up Bar before he stretched his arms out again and looked up at it. He wrapped his hands around the bar and began to do the next part of his exercise. If he didn't keep up with a routine he felt like he'd go insane. The quiet of the gym was comforting, like he didn't have to worry about anyone elses opinon.
 WHO WITH: Alone
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FEELING: Content
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WHERE AT: Weight Room
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WEARING: Black tanktop, Dark Green shorts and wrapped hands.
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OUT of CHARACTER: We're just gonna pretend this is his new FC with a messy ponytail- Like this.
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2025 11:45 pm
 As the days passed after his horrendous time in History class, he found himself slowly shifting back to normal. Granted, that didn’t really mean much since Luka knew he wasn’t what would classify as “normal”. But he tried not to dwell on that. He drank away his nightmares, spent time with his sister’s, and tried to come up with ways to start conversations with the varied lovelies at Utopia Academy. He’d already succeeded in spending time with one, who he had found himself rather surprised by. She hadn’t been anything like he had expected, nor had his time with her been the horror show most had described interactions with her being. Hell, he wanted to make more time for her, if she’d be able to stomach his presence again.
With his mind on the how of such a feat, he made his way through the halls towards the weight room. It was too early to drink, too early to sleep, so sweating out the terror of what had happened was his only choice. Dressed in a comfortable pair of gym shorts in black, his battered and broken shoes, and a navy fitted tank, he was the poster boy for the typical muscle man. He was even sporting a towel around his shoulders and his snowy hair was pulled back from his scruffy features. If he was going to do something, why do it halfass, right? Luka was a firm believer in doing things all the way, even going so far as to have water in a canteen tied to his hip. Gotta stay hydrated and all that, he mused to himself as he closed in on his target.
Yanking open the door, he hummed to himself and wished he had some music to do his thing to. It was always more motivating than the silence he usually found in the…hold the phone! The presence of another surprised him enough to have him stilling in the doorway for a split second. His mind raced for the name of the newcomer in his usual solitary space. Broody. Angry. Ah, Alastair! He’d seen the dude around the same people that seemed to know Ivy. Were they all from the same kingdom? It was a definite possibility, what with the lot of them looking like models for Hot Topic Utopia. The thought had him wanting to laugh, but he swallowed the sound and let the door fall closed behind him as he stepped completely inside.
”Hmm, looks like great minds think alike. Mind if I join you? I can spot you, if you need someone to hold the bag.” As he spoke, Luka pulled his towel free of his shoulders and draped it over the treadmill closest to the punching bag. ”Might make those jabs of yours a bit more satisfying if the bag didn’t swing with every hit.
Location: Weight room Company: Alastair Thoughts: 'He doesn’t look as intimidating without the hoodie…’
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2025 8:36 pm
 
♦ 𝙋𝙍𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙃 ♦
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location WEIGHT ROOM xxxxx company ALASTAIR, LUKA xxxxx outfit ATHLETIC SHORTS & SNEAKERS
Lately, things had been getting out of hand.
Truly, there had never been a time in Hasan’s life when he’d ever felt fully in control – not as a child with no agency, or a rambunctious teen running from responsibility, and certainly not as the aimless nobody he had become since the end of the war. But his time as a soldier had been better. With all of that structure in place, and with a singular goal in mind that he could work toward every day, there had been no freedom of choice to allow him to stray from his path. Now, there was nothing to stop him. He clearly had even less self-control than he’d thought, considering all he had done to Pascha. And now knowing what he knew about Fiorella and their daughter, he had been shaken to his core. Perhaps Aithne had been a gift to Fio, but – for Hasan, all thinking with his d**k had ever done was get him and those he bedded into trouble.
So he had sworn off sex. And drinking, which he knew would lead to sex. So far, he’d held true to his self-imposed abstinence for… two and a half days. Which was not very much, but it was something, and what else was there for him to even try? Therapy?? Get real. His resolution was perfectly doable, so long as he kept moving and did not let up for even a single second. Morning, day, and night, he kept his body occupied – jogging soon as he woke up, weight lifting before lunch, sparring in the late afternoons, and more cardio until he was too exhausted to do anything but sleep.
That part wasn’t so hard. The hard part was when he had to do it by himself, because it meant he was alone with his thoughts and his feelings, and facing those was a very slippery slope indeed. He bothered Nox every so often, but he had his own life to live, his own things to do. This was a problem Hasan needed to solve on his own.
So when he strolled into the weight room, shirtless as usual and munching obnoxiously on some jerky, he was very delighted to see people in there already. Conversation was an excellent way to keep his mind from wandering. Hasan was fairly certain he’d seen the two of them before, but names were beyond him, as he had yet to speak to either. He hung by the door for only a moment, just to size them up. Then he downed the rest of his jerky, wiped his hand on the towel hanging at his side, and headed over.
“Hey there,” he greeted genially, putting on a wide smile. “Glad to see some other souls in here today. I don't think we've had a chance to meet yet. Name’s Hasan. How's it going?” Closer now, he wracked his brain for any relevant information he might know about the two. Was that rumor about the guy with a wig about this dude…? Hasan eyed those white locks in suspicion, but only grinned brighter. "I know three's a bit of a crowd, but I could definitely use a workout buddy or two today. What do you say?"
It was phrased as a question, but Hasan had no intention of leaving them alone. Whether they wanted him to or not.
"I'm happy to spot, or act as a sparring partner if you want to get a real workout going."
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Posted: Fri Jan 31, 2025 4:47 pm
 
Alastair had always found working out to be relaxing in every sense of the word. It was something that he found relief in when he was growing up even between going on adventures with his sister and doing the dreaded class-work that was part of his plans. After a while they had given up on anything more than basics for him, and he had begun his multiple lessons on fighting and how to do so properly. His style always ended up being a little more relaxed but he got the point. So as he began to pull up on the bar and focus on his arms he heard a voice jolting him out of his thoughts. He turned his head enough to see someone with long white hair and yellow eyes? Ah, yes he recalled who he was. Not enough to know names but he'd heard from the grapevine that he had an incident with Draco. As Alastair lowered himself down to the ground and let go from the bar, he cracked his knuckles and began to turn only to realize someone else was by the door. His expression spoke for itself, a mildly annoyed scowl forming. ' Great....more people.' he thought to himself before his green eyes looked over the darker skinned man who had come in. He knew him too. Arsene had a run in with a couple of people from another kingdom who had gotten in the way that night the zombie's showed up.
" I was quite fine on my own, but you're here anyway, so I'll take you up on that." He hadn't had anyone to spar with for a while, but he also hadn't really ever had anyone who could stand up to him. Even the soldiers back at Corthyr struggled to keep up with the prince, not all of them of course, but only the ones who dared challenge him to a fight. He crossed his arms, feeling suddenly out numbered as he realized he was not only the shortest out of the three of them but he had a feeling that they were both quite more social than he was. " Alastair." his response was curt and short as he tilted his head to the side. He was already sweating but he didn't seem to be bothered by it. Especially not since they seemed to be prepared themselves. His green eyes looked over the one left to introduce himself, before a piece of information popped up into his head and out his mouth before he even had the chance to think about it. Not that he would have. " Aren't you that one who's a spy or somethin'?"
It wasn't often that Alastair did come up with something right off the bat like that but the rumor had seemed to be surging recently. He listened to them all even if he figured most of them were just that, rumors. He looked over to Hasan, his ever-present annoyed expression on his face. They both looked quite strong, perhaps he could get a good work out from this. " I still have to finish warming up, but after that we could definitely spar if either of you wanted." he may have been rash and short but he knew that he had to be properly prepared if he were to spar with someone. Especially someone, or two someone's new that he knew little to nothing about.
WHO WITH: Two Loud Idiots (Luka and Hasan)
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FEELING: Annoyed
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WHERE AT: Weight Room
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WEARING: Black tanktop, Dark Green shorts and wrapped hands.
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OUT of CHARACTER: Thank you Yokka for the layout!
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2025 10:13 pm
"I was quite fine on my own, but you're here anyway, so I'll take you up on that."
Well now, wasn’t this a surprise. He had half expected the broody man to shoot him down. He was the poster boy for ‘leave me the ******** alone.’ Granted, that seemed to be a running theme for most of the people Alastair seemed to be around but he tried not to assume such things. Setting his own things aside, he moved to set up for spotting only to pause at the sound of the door. Intrigued, he looked over the newcomer and grinned at a face he didn’t actually know the name of.
“Hey there, glad to see some other souls in here today. I don't think we've had a chance to meet yet. Name’s Hasan. How's it going?”
" Alastair."
”I’m Luka. It’s nice to meet you both.” Look at him, out here making friends already. And right after the horrific lesson they’d all suffered through earlier in the week. He was tempted to ask them how they’d fared, just to see if they’d talk, but kept his mouth shut. As curious as he was about the others, he wasn’t about to talk about the men he killed. Or, rather, the echoes of the men he had thought he killed. He still wasn’t sure how the entire thing had worked, and he really didn’t care to know.
"I know three's a bit of a crowd, but I could definitely use a workout buddy or two today. What do you say?"
" Aren't you that one who's a spy or somethin'?"
What the ********?! Before he could so much as open his mouth to respond to Hasan, Alastair was tossing a question at him that had him doing a double take. He had to look from one to the other before realizing it was, in fact, him the moody squirt was referring to. For a moment, all he could do was stand there and gape like a fish out of water. A spy? HIM?! How in the hell had this topic even started? Was there a list of spies somewhere in the academy that he wasn’t privy to?! Shaking his head, he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.
”No, I’m not a spy. Why in the hell would I be here if I were?” Already over this conversation, he moved towards a nearby treadmill and waved a hand at the pair. ”You two go right ahead. I have to get my cardio done first, then I’ll take on the loser of your match.” Luka set his machine to incline and tossed his towel over the side, stretching his legs a bit before getting on the moving sidewalk to start his run.
Location: Weight room Company: Alastair and Hasan Thoughts: '******** bullshit rumors!’
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Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2025 11:42 am
♦ 𝙋𝙍𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙃 ♦
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location WEIGHT ROOM xxxxx company ALASTAIR, LUKA xxxxx outfit ATHLETIC SHORTS & SNEAKERS
It was clear the dark-haired fellow -- Alastair -- was none too pleased about the company, but that was simply too bad for him. By contrast, the white haired one -- Luka -- was much more friendly. Hasan gave him an appreciative nod, pleased he wouldn't have to be fighting two fronts in this exercise to keep himself occupied. And oh, how occupied he would be; it appeared he was not the only one who'd heard some juicy rumors. Hasan flashed Alastair a delighted look before refocusing his attention on Luka, who very adamantly proclaimed he was no such thing before stalking over to a nearby treadmill.
Hasan grinned and pulled a cross-arm stretch. "I dunno, man, that's exactly what an assassin would say..." he began airily. "Y'know, I heard that one, too. They say you killed the prince of Stilicidium and took his place." Hasan crossed his other arm over his chest and stretched it. "Now you're here, pretending to be him, stealing secrets..." He shook his head, feigning exasperation over the ordeal. But with Luka now occupied on the treadmill, he had a chance to make his move. After a quick wink at Alastair, Hasan strolled casually toward the potential impostor and leaned against the arm of the machine. "That, or the Stilicidium prince is so hideous he had to pay you to pretend to be him..."
Hasan studied Luka for only a moment, and then reached up to yank on his ponytail.
When that head of white hair did not fly off his scalp as a wig, Hasan threw his head back and laughed, then deftly moved away in case Luka tried to strike out in retribution. If nothing else, he'd get his chance at revenge soon, because if it was the loser who got to take on two fights in a row, Hasan had every intention of letting Alastair win.
"Alright, at least we know the wig thing isn't true. You must be makin' some pretty big waves, Luka, with all these rumors going around about you." Part of Hasan wanted to ask if he really was the prince, but technically they weren't allowed to inquire about that sort of thing. And it didn't really matter to him in the end -- unless Luka decided to wage war on every a*****e who slighted him at school. He was also curious to know if anyone was spreading rumors about him, but he was pretty confident he'd kept a low enough profile so far that no one had anything to say. Aside from him stealing cute blondes and carrying them across campus to have his way with them, anyway.
Mostly he just hoped no one knew who he really was. He was enough of an embarrassment to his family and kingdom already.
Still grinning, Hasan went back to his stretches, focusing on his arms and his legs. He was probably loose enough still from his workout that morning that it wasn't too important, but he wasn't quite willing to risk a muscle cramp in the middle of a skirmish with his new buddies. He grabbed an ankle to stretch his quads and looked to Alastair. "Looks like it'll be you and me in a second, then. How hard do you wanna go with this thing? I'm ready when you are."
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Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2025 5:22 pm
Alastair couldn't help the small smirk that formed as he watched Luka's reaction to his question. Sure it an abrupt question and out of nowhere but that certainly was the fun in it. He tried hard not to laugh, the white haired man getting on the treadmill. Alastair stretched his arms and shook his head. " Spying on people, that's what you'd be doing." he shot back a remark but this time it sounded slightly warmer than before, even if just. When Hasan joined in his smirk only grew, his green eyes opening as he raised his arms above his head, stretching out his shoulder as he listened to the darker skinned man talking. When Hasan winked at him he raised an eyebrow, unsure of exactly what that meant. Surely he wasn't flirting? Sure enough, he was not. When he reached his hand up to grab Luka's hair and pull Alastair laughed to himself, short and sharp. He shifted his arms and laughed again as he shook his head. " Well, we know the hair is real!" he muttered to himself.
As he shook his arms out and his eyes turned towards Hasan he grinned, the air in the room shifting slightly towards one he was more used to. Friendly sparring. And at the point he was at, he was hoping that the other wouldn't let him down in the sense that he wanted to actually get a workout in. Sure his brother was a good partner but he didn't do it often enough. Not for Alastair anyway. " Oh don't hold back, I can handle it." he said to Hasan and he let the other finish stretching as he untied the bandages on one hand, redoing them and he raised his gaze up before looking back down to his hands and moving to the other one. He was still annoyed that they were here, but it seemed at least that he would get a good thing out of this, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad after all.
" Rumors to start quick around here. One of the downsides of having all of us from different places." he still didn't want to be here but at the same time it wasn't always a bad thing for him to find a new target for harassment. Luka seemed like a prime target in the moment, and he already knew that Hasan would join in, so he wouldn't be seen as the only a*****e in the group.
WHO WITH: Two Loud Idiots (Luka and Hasan)
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FEELING: Annoyed
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WHERE AT: Weight Room
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WEARING: Black tanktop, Dark Green shorts and wrapped hands.
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OUT of CHARACTER: Thank you Yokka for the layout!
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2025 12:00 am
When both his companion’s spit out the same words he would have probably said had their roles been reversed, he groaned. Damn it, he walked right into that one. Shaking his head, Luka punched up the incline on the treadmill and picked up his pace. No, he wasn’t going to engage. If they wanted to tease, they were more than welcome to try. He knew his truth, after all. He was confident in himself and that was what counted. Right?
Hasan’s mention of more rumors surrounding him had his feet slipping a bit on the machine. What the ******** were people doing with their time?! And why in the hell was he the one being mentioned so often?! Gods, he really hoped this wasn’t the ******** snake running his mouth. He had interrupted him trying to stick his forked tongue into his sister’s mouth. Big deal! That was his job as her brother. To keep slimy bastards from touching her. Irritated, Luka punched the buttons on the display once more and picked up the pace to keep up.
”This place seriously sucks if people waste their time talking so much s**t. I get it, most of them are stuffy royals who spend most of their time sucking down tea and who have probably never seen the real world. But damn.” He shook his head at the images his words created in his head, not at all commenting on the fact that he knew certain royals that didn’t, actually, fall into that category. Alosa, while being a sweetheart, didn’t strike him as the tea party type. He made a mental note to ask her later before returning his attention to Alastair and Hasan.
”Besides, if any of that were true, I’d be a shitty assassin and spy. My cover would be blown and I wouldn’t be- Dude, what the ********> His words were cut off and replaced with sharp demand when his head was yanked to the side. The shift in his center threw off his running and had him gripping the railings on the treadmill to keep from ending up on his face. It took him longer than he liked to right himself, his hand slapping the display to shut the thing off so he could jump to the side.
”You know, you could have just asked if my hair was real rather than try and break my neck. You sure you’re not the assassin, Hasan?” Irritation dripped from his words as he faced off the pair, his chest rising quickly from his near fall and the exertion he’d been using to ensure he got his cardio in. ”And what about you, Alastair? I heard you’ve got the insides of a marshmallow and someone around here has proof. That you are all talk and keep up the big, bad facade so people don’t know you’re actually a decent person. Care to talk about those? Or would you rather continue to pull my hair like children on the playground?”
Location: Weight room Company: Alastair and Hasan Thoughts: '******** bullshit rumors!’
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2025 5:27 pm
♦ 𝙋𝙍𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙃 ♦
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location WEIGHT ROOM xxxxx company ALASTAIR, LUKA xxxxx outfit ATHLETIC SHORTS & SNEAKERS
Hasan had to bite back a laugh at Luka's comment about stuffy royals; saying s**t like that definitely didn't help his case in proving his legitimacy. Honestly, though, Hasan shared the other man's sentiments. He wasn't sure what Luka's situation was -- or if it was anything like his own -- but he knew there was a huge divide between himself and the rest of the nobility. Although he was a prince by blood, he'd never truly felt like one, and after spending the last seven years as little more than a foot soldier, he'd all but abandoned any attachment to his title. Even the staff at the school had better manners than him, had a keener sense of propriety. It was a wonder Hasan had been allowed into the academy at all, all things considered.
And all that to say... maybe he'd found a kindred spirit here. It was something they could maybe bond over later, once all the s**t-talking and working out was done.
At any rate, Luka's reaction was everything he'd hoped it to be. Still snickering, Hasan continued his stretches, and grinned at the idea of him being an assassin. "Hmmm, who knows? Maybe I am. But it's not my fault if you leave your blind spot so wide open." Hasan was basically doing him a favor here by teaching him to stay on his toes. "You gotta be more careful, or next time some real assassin might get ya."
Of course, as fun as it was to taunt his white-haired companion, he oughtn't neglect the other one, right? As Luka pointed out the rumors flying around about Alastair, Hasan gazed at the dark-haired man in mischievous consideration. Oh, that was a good one. "So you're a biiiiig softie, huh? That's adorable," he teased, finally moving toward the center of the room, where there would be enough room for a spar. He gestured at Alastair to join him and raised his hands into loose fists, shifting his weight from foot to foot. His face was set in a s**t-eating grin. "Is there an angelic smile hiding behind that big ol' scowl?"
A little bit of taunting before a fight could certainly go a long way; Hasan would be lying if he said he wasn't trying to get his opponent to give it his all. Hopefully Alastair would take the bait.
"I sure hope you don't hit like a marshmallow. Hey, who's the one with all the proof? I'd love to learn all your sweet little secrets."
The question was directed at Alastair, of course, but Hasan cast a glance in Luka's direction, just in case he had a bit more information from the grapevine. Somehow he doubted his sour companion would be forthcoming about something like that.
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2025 8:01 pm
Alastair snorted under his breath as he finished tying off his other hand. The pair in front of him had somehow proved to be less of a bad distraction and more of positive one. Now that didn't usually happen unless his sister was involved and she always managed to get her way with him. That never changed even as they got older and the politics became even more complicated. And as if on cue he heard the words he'd been dreading to hear leave Luka's mouth.
" I heard you’ve got the insides of a marshmallow and someone around here has proof."
Green eyes flashed in a sharp glare meeting the gold ones of the man who had just been the target of the harassment. He tightened both his hands into secure fists and growled, especially as he turned his eyes to Hasan who continued to bring it up. " I do NOT wish to talk about it." his words were at the moment, even and leveled even though in the back of his mind a twinge of guilt ate at him before he even said his next words. 'God! Sorry Pia...I have to do this.' he stepped into the center of the room, his own hands raising as he narrowed his eyes and shifted his feet into a more secure stance. " I am not soft, nor does anyone have proof. I don't know who's saying such things." he focused on the darker skinned man but anyone could look at him and see that he was that much more irritated about the rumor being mentioned and it certainly didn't help that it was right before sparring. He knew he had to distract one or both of them to keep them from prying, as it wasn't a secret that he had siblings. Like they both did. He may not have paid much attention to who the siblings were, but he knew they existed. So if he was able to figure that out and didn't try to, what could they find out if they tried.
" Why don't you find out how hard I hit yourself?" he said, and despite his eagerness to distract he waited until Hasan looked at him and moved forward, his right hand cutting around and aiming directly for the other man's shoulder. If they were only training there was no reason to go for a kill shot. Especially when he was already worked up, he didn't know if he'd be able to control his powers if things went on. None of this showed on his face, a focused although irritated look on his features.
WHO WITH: Two Loud Idiots (Luka and Hasan)
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FEELING: Annoyed
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WHERE AT: Weight Room
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WEARING: Black tanktop, Dark Green shorts and wrapped hands.
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OUT of CHARACTER: Thank you Yokka for the layout!
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Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2025 8:15 pm
In all of his life he had never wanted to growl at another man before. Like some stupid brute that felt the need to bare his teeth at someone else. Hasan, well, he was pushing that line. Luka had to give himself more than a few seconds to regain his composure, not about to lose his cool over having his hair pulled. Granted, had he broken his neck from a fall, definitely. But, everything was fine. So, he took a deep breath and moved to start stretching.
”My hair is a blind spot. Noted. Thanks, man.” Leaving it at that, he pulled one arm over his chest and twisted his body a bit to loosen up the muscles he knew he’d use in sparring. The topic shifting to Alastair and his rumors had his grin spreading over his lips once more. His easy going mood returned almost immediately and he didn’t bother to stifle a chuckle at the way Hasan spoke to the broody man. Wasn’t nice having it turned on you, now was it?
The glare that he earned from Alastair had Luka shooting him a teasing wink as he switched arms to continue his stretching. Oh yeah, this was definitely more fun. Especially when the same sound he’d been trying to keep to himself rumbled in the body of the smaller man. This time, he swallowed his amusement and shook his head. He was going to have to find something on Hasan just to balance the scales. There had to be a skeleton or two in his closet. It would be his sort of homework for the next time the three of them were together. Which he hoped was sooner rather than later.
”Oh, I beg to differ on that one, squirt. My sources say that it’s someone close to you. Someone that you only show your marshmallow side to. Now, I wonder who that could be…” He released his arm and tapped a finger to his chin, an amused look playing over his features as he watched Alastair. While he knew he was probably grasping at straws, he knew that people had a habit of saying more than they meant to when backed into a corner. The punch that was thrown at Hasan was proof they were already moving in the right direction. Location: Weight room Company: Alastair and Hasan Thoughts: 'Okay, I can see how this is fun…’
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Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2025 12:50 pm
♦ 𝙋𝙍𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙃 ♦
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location WEIGHT ROOM xxxxx company ALASTAIR, LUKA xxxxx outfit ATHLETIC SHORTS & SNEAKERS
Alastair’s annoyance showed clearly on his face, but he was doing a good job of keeping it together, making it hard for Hasan to gauge just how much the taunting was getting to him. It seemed the other man might be a little tougher of a nut to crack than anticipated… Which was fine by Hasan, because he was more than happy to put in the work. It helped to have a partner in crime, too; Luka was doing a great job at taking his own jabs. Hopefully, little by little, they’d be able to expose that gooey center.
Or, you know, send his sparring partner into a blinded rage. Either way.
Hasan watched Alastair carefully as he took his own position, head tilted to the side, as if to say come get me. Finally, the other man took the bait, darting forward to strike at Hasan’s shoulder. His knuckles bit into the flesh, hard enough to surely leave a bruise. Hasan rotated with the blow, taking a couple of steps back. There was a wicked grin on his face as he shifted into a more defensive position, like a boxer looking to fend off the next attack.
“Oh, that definitely felt like a marshmallow punching me,” he announced jauntily. “Surely you can do better than that. Since the rumors are bullshit and all.”
Another bait – yet Hasan was using this time to more carefully observe his opponent. Frankly, he knew next to nothing of this Alastair. He had good form, and clearly had plenty of power, but Hasan did not yet know how experienced of a fighter he was. Once he had a proper baseline, he’d know just how hard he could go with this sparring match. He was equally excited to find out what level Luka was, too; it would be great for him to be able to bother more people than just Nox.
The white-haired man offered another taunt of his own, and Hasan had to bite back a laugh at that nickname. He took the opportunity to throw a right-hand jab at Alastair’s ribcage, then followed with an uppercut with his left fist – both lacking the full force of his strength, as he was still testing the waters.
“Someone close to you, huh?” he jeered. “A girlfriend? A sibling?” Clearly he did not have nearly enough information on this topic as their other companion; maybe he needed to pay more attention to the rumor mill. “Listen, there's no harm in having a soft side. We're all gonna be friends by the end of this. Your secret's safe with us... Right, Lulu?”
Hasan rounded on Alastair again, blood pumping now. The marshmallow had said before he could handle whatever Hasan might throw at him – so when the moment felt right, he closed the distance and launched a haymaker.
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2025 11:38 pm
Alastair allowed his attention to shift from Hasan to Luka again as he spoke, his eyes narrowing again as he re-shifted his footing and forced himself to focus back on the man that his fist had made contact with. He had felt the muscle underneath his shirt and it only made him feel even further ready for the fight, clearly the other wasn't a rookie. He couldn't shake the teasing though, they were relentless.
“Oh, that definitely felt like a marshmallow punching me. Surely you can do better than that. Since the rumors are bullshit and all.”
The tone of the other man's voice grinded the gears in Alastair's head, he was having fun with this. " You say that like I didn't push you back some." he shot back, but he was still trying to keep some semblance of control as he didn't know what the other was capable of. Although it all went out the window when he heard Luka's words.
”Oh, I beg to differ on that one, squirt. My sources say that it’s someone close to you.”
Two things jumped out at the prince, the mention of someone close to him, which hit way too close to home for him right now. The pair was more accurate than they anticipated. But that nickname he gave him. Squirt. He shot Luka a glare that would kill if he had the ability, before he grunted at the contact at his ribs but he threw his hands up and barely managed to block his uppercut. He stumbled back for a moment, standing up and wiping some sweat away from his forehead before he shifted back into position. While he knew he shouldn't let their teasing get to him, he was beginning to be unable to help it. Especially when Hasan looked at him like that. He knew his eye twitched as he mentioned siblings but it didn't stop him from being ready when Hasan came at him again. This time he threw up one hand, his forearm taking the brunt of the hit, he knew that was going to bruise in the morning. He used Hasan's weight against him, directing a punch to his gut before shifting again and in one smooth movement he directed his fist into Hasan's jaw sending the man backwards. " Oh like the two of you don't have stuff you don't want people to know! Like you and your hair...huh Snowy?" his first verbal jab had gone for Luka, he knew it wasn't too creative but his hair was white.
He then slid back to make some space between he and Hasan but only for a moment. He threw an intentionally slow punch towards his chest so Hasan was able to block it before he swung his right hand and tried to make contact with his jaw. " As for you, I bet this will leave a mark, who's a marshmellow now--" his jaw tensed as he landed his hit on Hasan's jaw, harder than the last one because the man stood up to it. He struggled to come up with a creative name for him. " Ugh, I won't answer either of your questions, Ha...Haha." he knew it was probably stupid but he growled out the name before he moved backwards making some space between them. He couldn't help the very slight smirk on his face, despite his irritation, he was enjoying this somewhat even if he didn't know it yet.
WHO WITH: Two Loud Idiots (Luka and Hasan)
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FEELING: Annoyed
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WHERE AT: Weight Room
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WEARING: Black tanktop, Dark Green shorts and wrapped hands.
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OUT of CHARACTER: ...
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2025 7:46 pm
Luka knew he should’ve been stretching and preparing for his turn in the ‘ring’, but he found himself watching instead. With the teasing now turned onto Alastair, he found the whole situation much more amusing. Especially when Hasan turned the teasing into an outright taunt. He had to bite back the laughter that wanted to escape, his hand lifting to cover his lips. It was sure to push things past joking and into a territory none of them wanted. Or, rather, a place Alastair most likely wouldn’t enjoy. He and Hasan were having a blast, obviously. The thought had him smirking a bit as he studied the two men.
”My bet would be on a sibling. Around here, everyone seems to be engaged at birth or some nonsense like that.” The whole idea was a little messed up, in his opinion, but he kept that bit to himself. For all he knew, these two were betrothed or whatever to ladies of the court themselves. The sound of another nickname shot in his direction pulled his attention to Alastair and had him grinning wickedly. He lifted a hand once more to grab a handful of his own hair, giving it a quick tug to prove, once again, that his hair was real.
”Hey, I didn’t hide the fact that my hair was real. People are just stupid enough to think otherwise. From the way you’re acting, I’d bet my left nut that yours is true. Wanna bet yours and see who wins?” He arched a brow at the offer, unable to stop the amused look from dancing in his eyes. Luka was, in fact, joking. But it was fun to put things on the line now and then. At least, it was for him anyway.
The hit that Hasan took had him wincing a bit in sympathy. Okay, that looked like it had hurt. Weren’t they supposed to be sparring? He really didn’t want to have to go full swing with the squirt. Maybe this wasn’t the best…his thoughts were cut off at the sound of the nickname that Alastair tossed at his opponent. Had he really just called him ‘Haha?’ Snorting at the name, Luka leaned against the machine beside him and shook his head.
”Dude, that was weak! You gotta go for the kill shot. Call him Hassie, or Chocolate Thunder. Hmm, maybe not that one. It sounds too cool. Can you imagine that? Just Hasan walking in the room all, ‘Tis I, Chocolate Thunder!’” Okay, he was rambling a bit now. Laughing at himself, Luka pondered over other names they could use to torture Hasan with this time. ”Ooooh, call him Bright Eyes! You’ve got some killer peepers, dude, so we have to use them. It’s only fair for the hair pull.” Location: Weight room Company: Alastair and Hasan Thoughts: 'Hehehe Chocolate Thunder…’
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