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 Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 9:23 am
It'd taken a matter of days to get Babylon to agree to spar with her. Well, weeks, but in the days since the Halloween gladiator tournament she'd been wearing him down with constant questions--and apparently, Finn Beck responded better to constant reinforcement than he did to being politely asked. So they'd agreed to meet in the park, because it had the most open space. There'd been a few minutes of concern on Avalon's part because common knowledge said that youma loved the park, but honestly? She'd only encountered three youma there in three months. Everyone seemed to frequent the park, and it seemed like the youma were starting to avoid it in response.
Hence, park sparring.
Better than being caught out by any of their numerous neighbors, Avalon thought, kicking a rock into the small pond nearby. Winter was coming on fast on the Eastern Seaboard, but at least the ice and snow from the blizzard two weeks before had already melted away. The temperature still gave her goosebumps, but at least she wouldn't have to test the water-repellant qualities of her footwear just yet.
Where was Babylon, anyway? It was like him to be late, but she wasn't sure that it was like him to be this late.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 9:42 am
He'd already dusted a youma tonight, if Avalon really needed to know why he was late. A small one, not much of a challenge and he hadn't broken a sweat - but still, a youma. Babylon wasn't totally in the mood to spar - not after Valhalla had given him the black eye he was still wearing - but Tate Coulter's negotiating methods had worn Finn Beck down. If he wanted his junk food and his soda and his cuddles, he had to do this.
Spreading his arms wide as he stepped into the picnic area, he nodded to Avalon. "The cat has dragged me in," he proclaimed, "And here I am."
She did not seem terribly impressed - or maybe that was just Tate. He swung his lantern idly back and forth. "How are we doing this? Weapons? No weapons?" Valhalla had managed to beat his a** with just his fists. Again, Babylon had found himself facing down an opponent some five or six inches taller than him, but Tate was at least lighter than Chris. Maybe that would even them up?
Except probably not. "You are making me hit a girl," he added, waiting for her answer. "You might as well tell me what to hit you with."
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 10:00 am
She chafed her hands over her arms and returned Babylon's nod, auburn hair dipping into her eyes again. "Cat indeed," she grumbled; for though she'd never met a Guardian Cat other than Derpraline, she knew as a matter of self-defense that they awoke senshi and sometimes harassed knights. She didn't really want to be harassed by any cat that evening, and gave the treeline a hard look. No telltale yellow eyes or anything, just darkness.
Considering his lantern for a moment, she shook her head. "No weapons. Don't want your precious head to get concussed with an apple, not after the indignity of that black eye." Avalon favored her friend with an insincere smile, but honestly she was impatient to begin with this already. No way she could accept being worse at magical soldiering than Finn Beck and that gamboling a*****e Merope and the b*****d Sessrumnir who she was going to rip to teensy tiny shreds if he ever dared call her.
She had to beat one of them. And right now, Babylon was the only one she knew, without a doubt, she had a chance at beating. "I'm not making you do anything," she said. "Technically, you agreed to this of your own free will." Avalon settled into her stance, waiting for him to put the lantern away before she started anything.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 10:29 am
Babylon put his lantern away and gave her a bit of a sore look. The sorry state of his face didn't mean she had to treat him like a little kid. He was secretly grateful that she'd put the apple away, but only because he thought they were completely outmatched. The chances of her concussing him with an apple seemed astronomically low, but he'd feel bad for whacking her with the lantern and doing some real damage.
He might have had an over-inflated ego, but he at least thought he had more experience than Tate. "Oh, like you didn't talk me into it," he grumbled, although he did so with a smile. He took a few quick steps closer and looked her up and down. Avalon was tall and skinny next to his short and squat, but he thought he could use this to his advantage. After all, lower center of gravity, wasn't it?
He squared off, boxing pose and quick feet - not that he knew the first thing about boxing. He raised his hands to his chest - basic ready block.
Nothing happened for a second. "I don't feel right punching you," he admitted. It wasn't even because she was a girl. "I'm a lover, not a fighter."
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 7:42 pm
By rule, she wasn't a very patient person. And even if she felt a little bit bad about putting that kind of sore look on his face, she did not intend to apologize; that'd be admitting she actually felt bad for it and nothing in the world would make her do something like that right then. "It's nothing to be ashamed of," she promised him, "You can always go to that space place with the Zodiacs and all. The Surrounding? That'd fix you up pretty fast."
Although he'd probably have to convince the pretty blonde to let him leave if he did that. She seemed fond of him, and Avalon hadn't had the nerve to tell her that Babylon was definitely batting for the other team. (Little did she know Virgo was already attached and the fondness for Squire Babylon was for a completely different reason.)
This was taking forever, and forever was basically far too long, she decided. Avalon managed to wait for him to declare he was a lover, not a fighter, before she exploded into motion. She didn't warn him, because he was in a ready stance; it seemed unnecessary. Her plan of action was simple. Some might say too simple, because just knocking Babylon over by hooking his feet out from under him didn't seem too productive, but Avalon saw nothing wrong with playing dirty as long as the forms were obeyed.
Nothing at all.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 9:52 am
"I guess I could," answered Babylon. He had a passport, of course, wrapped securely around his belt like a token from a sworn princess. "But, I mean-" There really was no arguing with that. Virgo had been perfectly clear that she'd like his company, but Babylon still felt strange around the Zodiac's captain. Perhaps because she had been so close with his ancestor? Just another way he'd never measure up...
At which point Avalon made a cheap shot at his legs, one that Babylon scrambled backwards to avoid. "I thought you weren't trying to concuss me!" he objected. Which hitting the sidewalk definitely would have done!
Finding his footing once more, Babylon lunged at Avalon, right hand drawn back in a solid, gloved fist. He didn't think he was actually going to hit her, though. (He'd be very surprised if he actually did hit her.) (And then he'd feel terrible.)
"Well! Now that you've hit me first!" challenged the squire.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 11:51 am
romeo wilco Well, okay, so she shouldn’t have been trying to concuss him, but maybe she was a little enthusiastic. Or a little desperate, trying to get back on her ego, or something. She wouldn’t think on that right then, maybe later when she was alone. “You’ve got a rank on me, if you can’t avoid cheap shots how’d you get there?” Avalon grinned at her friend, skipping back and away from Babylon; her heels ground into the ground, and she almost toppled herself. Heels, plus wet ground, was a recipe for trouble. Overconfidence was not going to fell her this time! “Only because you couldn’t hit me without provocation,” she said, “which is going to be a lot of trouble if you have to fight a lady Negaverser, isn’t it?” Avalon kicked out at his side, mimicking a roundhouse kick she’d seen in a movie not too long ago. Silverah “I think that’s significantly different,” shot back Babylon, grinning a little. Blame it on the schadenfreude, but there was something to be said for being male and getting sensible footwear because of it. Watching Tate flail around in her heels was enough to disuade Finn from ever wanting to try drag. If this made him a poor excuse for a homosexual, then so be it - at least he’d have stable footing. “Are you implying I cheated my way to squire?” he asked, taking personal offense at the statement. Finn might be a slouch and a bit of a slacker in his everyday life, but when it came to night-time superheroics Babylon thought he’d gotten where he was fair and square! Tate hadn’t had to deal with his bitchy ancestor, after all. And at the thought of both Tate and his ancestor sneering down their noses at him, Babylon gritted his teeth and made an attempt at ducking Tate’s kick, crumbling awkwardly to the ground but missing the blow. It was hardly elegant, but then - it didn’t have to be. “I saw that movie, too,” he snapped at her, and with that launched what he thought would be a very solid punch if he could just manage to land it anywhere at all on her abdomen. romeo wilco Avalon rolled her eyes at him, spreading her feet a bit for more purchase. “No,” she said, but she didn’t have much of an opportunity to explain more of what she did mean; he looked actually hurt, and it rattled her in a way she didn’t care to explain to herself at the moment. Maybe she’d meant for her teasing to have claws, but not... Okay, head back in the game, and he was lashing out at her with a fist; she shifted a leg and took a pretty decent punch to the hip. It felt kind of like getting hit with a tire iron might have, right on the bone where the nerves all met. “Fi--Babylon, what the ********,” she demanded, throwing another punch at his shoulder and attempting to follow it up with an off-hand blow to his stomach. Silverah “I thought you wanted to fight,” grunted Babylon, falling backwards when he took both of her punches. Well, she’d gotten a fight! The Squire had given the Avalon exactly what she wanted - she had no right to complain now! Shaking out his fist from where he’s struck bone, Babylon pulled himself up and took a few deep breaths, forcing air back into his lungs. Avalon could sure pack a wallop when she wanted to! (Which, of course, was not to say that Babylon couldn’t.) “The kid gloves are coming off,” he assured her. (His gloves, made of kid or otherwise, stayed on.) Lashing out with a straightforward kick, Babylon aimed to catch her in the stomach. It would be pay-back for the bruises blooming on his collarbone and solar plexus. romeo wilco Avalon was pretty sure that his gloves were one of his great advantages; winter was coming on, it was cold as balls, and he’d be nice and bundled for Destiny City’s long frozen stretch from October to April (if they were lucky; sometimes the cold temperature lasted until May). So, it made sense that she was just a little disappointed to see that they actually remained on. She also supposed one harsh turn deserved another, like the punch to her stomach that made her feel like she’d possibly never inhale a full breath again. Well, that wasn’t going to stop her... was it? She inhaled a little convulsively, and managed to huff out a sarcastic “Thanks” before attempting to drive the heel of her pretty boots into the top of his shoe. In hopes that that would be a success, she threw a punch upwards towards his jaw, hoping to knock his head back at least a little. Silverah “Augh!” cried Babylon when she stamped on his foot, and then followed it with a significantly more strangled noise upon the uppercut. A sharp pain shot through his whole body, and it took him a second or two to process that he’d bitten his tongue quite badly, and his mouth was now filling with blood. <********!” cried Bablyon, releasing a spray of red spittle. “********,” he breathed, pressing his tongue to the roof of his mouth. It wasn’t as if he’d severed it, but god damn. Stumbling away, hands clenched to his jaw, Babylon moaned, “I think we’re done, I think we’re done, holy ******** s**t, first blood, I think we’re done.” Turning to Avalon, he stuck out his bloodied tongue for her to see in all its wretched glory. “Do oo hink ith neeths edi’al aaenshun?” he asked. romeo wilco Heaven forbid she actually touch his tongue. Avalon had skittered away when he’d started yelling curse words, but since his declaration that they were done she’d crept back over. “Let me see,” she demanded, and he stuck out his tongue. “Probably not,” was her conclusion. Damn, though, it was impressively swollen and bloody in there. “You just need ice,” she said finally. “Sorry.” Silverah “No you’re not,” scowled Finn, putting his tongue back into his mouth. It stung! And he needed his tongue - for eating, and talking, and swallowing, and all sorts of other things. Like chewing gum and blowing bubbles. Wiping blood on his sleeve, he gave Tate a long glare that eventually softened. “Let’s go home.” And then, after a moment of thought, he added, “You owe me an Icee.” Even if she had technically won the fight.
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