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 Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2018 12:39 am
SpectatorThere was pleasure that some etiquette, rising and waiting to take seat until after the monarch, was known and observed in the rest of the watching crowd. Whether others could sit at all was something that changed in times and countries, so it wasn't something to be reliably determined or kept to mind. Titanlåvenite approved the small, bespectacled and unknown blonde privately. Who they were, their call name, or who their commanding officer was, he couldn't guess. It would be something to check after. Their match was well blooded already. Something like 5 exchanges, which was as much as could often be asked of street fights before one or the other capitulated or was too injured to continue. The Chaos that powered them all proved it’s might here. So did the heart in each, Chrysocolla and Aurostibite. They’d both taken some solid blows and they were both determined to finish, and to fight through the haze of pain. They wore their ranks with honor, for that. Laurelite’s question, however, came a warm surprise. He suspected no ulterior motives in it, no danger to himself. She may speak to other officers, to the Sovereigns, in her days. She may not. She may go days without speaking to anyone. I wonder if she has a bonded youma, for company. Voices in long halls are still music to ears starved. Warm and living voices. Not echos or memories. Kings and Queens used to have high nobles just for that. Just to talk to them when they had a little time for talk. His own voice needed brushing up, but for her it was well worth using. “I do not know either of them well. I think... I root for the eternal senshi. It is very... American. Their magic runs out, even our black senshi. It is a big handicap against a weapon. His weapons don't. And senshi don’t bond youma. Officers have a lot of weapons. I want to encourage all the little nobles. It is good they swear their lands to Metallia. It increases her throne. ” And she is small, and roundish. It is not considered beautiful, or a wanted trait. Not magazines in the gym or in bookstores with swimsuits. All of that is dumb. But there is a word for that. When the person ‘less likely’ to win, and wanting them to win. Then the black general half-smiled, looking down from the fight at his own hands, “It doesn’t seem polite for the host to win his own event, too. He seems earnest. It is a good fight. It is old ways to think it. “ How to pose it back, though, and keep the conversation going? To honor her opinions, and enjoy the sound of quiet tones, and let them be exercised outside of commands? ‘You’ seemed too forward, or vulgar, for a queen. Or too direct. ‘And you’ would have been how he’d ask others. Too much formality might stifle her? Though she’d never corrected Titan’s habits before. He tried not to stutter or stumble over the modified question, “Is there... a Queen’s... favorite?”
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kuropeco rolled 1 12-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-12)
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2018 10:04 am
He still felt a distinct lack of energy, of a willingness to continue forth with this fight, which was simultaneously distracting and upsetting for a man who rarely felt either of those things. Aurostibite lifted a hand and wiped at the sweat on his brow, taking a breath as he tried to refocus his thoughts.
The magic was fading somewhat. Chrysocolla was on the ground now, and it was not in Aurostibite's nature to attack someone when they were down, but the remaining dregs of whatever spell she'd thrown at him had him moving forward against his better will, lashing out with a hard kick to her side.
HP: 26 / 40
DMG: 7
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Daekie rolled 1 12-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-12)
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2018 11:36 am
HP: 9/40
DMG: 0
It wasn't a blade, she had that to be thankful for, but Chrysocolla still gasped for breath when the kick impacted. No, no, I'm better than this, I'm better than this - but that had only been rounds two and three, because apparently, she really wasn't better than this. Everything hurt so much and she was getting blood on Aurostibite's boot and she was embarrassing herself in front of Laurelite.
If this had been six months ago, maybe, she would have started crying in frustration. But she wasn't like that. That didn't matter when it was too hard to breathe to get up, and her legs wouldn't support her, and moving her arms hurt and she - couldn't. Just one more. She needed to hit him at least once more. Her limbs didn't want to cooperate.
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2018 1:55 pm
The magic had dissipated almost entirely now. Aurostibite took a step back, breathing heavily, feeling the exertion of all the fights begin to settle into his bones. He was still capable of going farther than this, he knew; but Chrysocolla was in a heap on the ground, and Aurostibite was not the sort of man who hit someone when they were down.
Not unless it was someone who deserved to be hit, and this was not it. This was a tournament, granted; Aurostibite fully expected people to take it seriously and use it for training and conditioning purposes. But it was a tournament among - for the most part - colleagues and allies, however many of them squabbled occasionally (Harmotome and that snake general came to mind).
Both of the blades disappeared. Aurostibite glanced up at the stands, at the General-Queen, and then at the others - Keyite, and a few unfamiliar faces, before he stepped over to Chrysocolla, standing above her.
"Well done," he said calmly, and extended a hand. "You've fought well. Congratulations on your success. Final round, complete."
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2018 6:39 pm
Laurelite watched the match, clearly engaged, but smiled at Titan’s question. She did not answer him immediately, but when the match finished she reached over to pat his arm. “All Agents hold my favor,” she assured. The battle she had seen was impressive, and she had been glad she’d been drawn from her chambers to indulge. She did not celebrate just the winner; she clapped for both of them. Her eyes sparkled with genuine mirth, a true human emotion. Laurelite was clearly proud. There was a time when a Senshi would have been restricted from such an honor, but those times were distant memories. It was refreshing to see the state of things—to see so many worthy opponents collected together, making Metallia proud. She couldn’t have been more proud, herself.
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