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9/24

[soulburningfights]

[[Sometime after this]]

[It's been some time since her last challenge with the White Mage and lost. Although Shar did lose some matches as of late, all were not in vein. She fought her fullest, her soul yearned for it and was satisfied. Alas, her pride began to stir. Even if her next opponent is a young man, she will not hold back.

Whenever Mercury arrives, it's not hard to spot a strange armored Au Ra with a giant axe hanging on her back. She did advise him what weapon she plans to bring. Her hands are crossed as she waits patiently for him, one of Shar's difficult tasks. Though she's not sure what this young man is capable of, surprises are fun and challenging.]

[sarcaskick]

[This business of getting yanked from world to world... it's annoying. It's irritating. It's frustrating, and he needs something to pour that frustration into. Sure, he'd put out feelers for a very different kind of venting, but...

Kicking someone's ass was better than sex, sometimes.

He doesn't make an effort to disguise that he's sizing her up as he approaches, wearing his trademark pair of weaponized boots. He did say they were nice!]

Last chance to back down.

[soulburningfights]

It's disgrace for warriors to take back their words. I intend to follow what I say, warning or naught.

[She takes note on the strange boots. Then again, she's never heard of a class or job focus more on feet unless... Dance. Gods, please don't let him be a Dancer too. She turns around, beacons him.]

Come. There is a secluded place within the Grove where we need not worry.

[She knows well this one won't back down. His posture and speech is evidence enough.]

[sarcaskick]

[He gives her... another once-over as she turns. She's something different. He's seen Faunus before - a people who mostly resemble humans with the exception of one animal trait - but this girl's different all over. Big unfamiliar horns, purple skin...

She's weird.

...

Kinda hot, maybe, but a pretty face isn't immune to having a boot shoved into it.

He follows, hands on his hips.]

Not far, I hope? I kind of hate waiting.

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[unhappy]

[ Like a couple days after their last argument, and several more for Emerald, she ends up figuring out what she wants to say to Mercury.

Naturally she has no actual problem with the argument. She gets over fighting with Mercury easily, even when he really pisses her off. But Akashi and Mayuzumi don't. ]

can you promise me you aren't going to hurt Sei or Chihiro

If they piss you off just come fight me you know I will, they're totally harmless to anything but your patience

I'm putting that threat on the do-not-cross line, and I really will stop talking about anything relationshipy

[sarcaskick]

[ This is, unfortunately, Mercury's go-to method of conflict resolution - ignore the conflict until someone (usually someone more mature) reaches out to resolve it. ]

can i hurt their feelings at least

it'll be a lot easier for me if that's still on the table.







kidding. i wasn't going to seriously FIGHT them, wouldn't be worth the time or the energy.

[unhappy]

[ He's very fortune that Emerald is fine with this method of conflict resolution. Punch or get mad and come back later and tell him not to be a butt and move on. This is perfectly fine. ]

I know that.
But they don't. :( All they know is that you could literally kill them with your pinky toe if you wanted to.
Sei threatened to break up with me.
Chihiro's talking to him.

[sarcaskick]

what pinky toe





also wait, hold up, what does me being me have to do with breaking up with you
what's his logic on that

october ) leeeet's dooo the tiiiiime waaaarp to 3moooooons 🎶

[cadeuces]

( Good early afternoon, Mercury; this is an image text from Angela presented without caption save a hearts emoji, wearing a rather nice collar peeking out from a scarf she's surreptitiously holding up for the pic showing off some familiar spots, still clearly at her clinic. And whether he answers her or not just yet, well.

He'll find the matching leash hooked on his door next time he walks out of his apartment. The ball is in his court for how he chooses to deal with that. Look, it's even in your colors! )

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[sarcaskick]

[ He doesn't get it right away - he's just having lunch, kinks weren't at the forefront of his mind. The picture she sends does give him some questions, and when he opens the door with the intent to head out for the day...

Ah.

She's in a mood. ]

how did you know today's my birthday?

[ it isn't. ]

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[cadeuces]

I try to treat every day as someone's birthday.
I wasn't sure what to get you, is all.
Was I on the right track?

( Just a bit of a mood; she thought he'd like it, is all. )

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[sarcaskick]

i think you're a very talented gift-giver.
though it seems like you still have the other half of my present

i need to get it at some point.

November Sanguis Showdown >:V

[angelshot]

...you're shitting me, right? Nobody else orders this stuff.

[ One sad and lonely slice left. One. This is a travesty!

See, Panty's been dealing with ~new and murderous feelings~ a la Sanguis cycle by burning the anger out with a small fortune in deep dish pies. Greasy? Check. Pretty cheap? Also check. Even better, her requests for enough chilis to reenact Pompeii don't get so much as a blink out of the dead-eyed employees.

Well, better one stale slice than nothing at all. ]

Fuck it, that's got my name on it. Fork it over.

[sarcaskick]

[ He thought he had the hang of this Sanguis thing by now after dealing with it last month. Between the Sanguis cycle and the triple moon, he had a good bit of time to get used to the temporary canine features. It was fine. It was fun, even!

...So anyway, now he's got dragon features.

On one hand, he's totally on board with this too. The two black horns that follow his hair in pointing backward are a pretty neat touch, and the tail doesn't take much more getting used to after having had one as a wolf anyway. The scales are silver with the underside being black, and a series of wicked-looking spikes adorn the tip. Those to features? A-OK. Easy. Even the claws growing out of his fingertips weren't impossible to deal with.

The legs, though.

He hadn't expected his prosthetics to take on any unique form, but as his body had grown an extra foot taller his legs seemed to transform along with him. No longer were they the prosthetics that he had once had but something else, something that almost looked like pure metal shaped into a reptilian leg complete with talons. This meant, of course, that he couldn't wear his boots. It's annoying. On top of that, he had ridges and spikes growing out of his shoulders and arms of the same colors as his horns and tail, meaning that wearing a shirt was inviting it to be ruined. So he... didn't wear a shirt. At all. And it's kind of chilly out now, so that's annoying too. Add onto all this that it's Sanguis Time, Baby and he really isn't in the mood for any more inconveninces.

Like a familiar someone about to take the last slice that this place has out - he's not about to wait for another whole pie, so he steps up to the counter right behind her, practially looming over her now. ]

Don't give it to her, she's lactose intolerant. You don't want her making a mess in here, right? I'll buy it.

[angelshot]

Who the hell - ?!

[ SOME MOTHERFUCKER GONNA DIE TONIGHT, YO.

Or. Well. That's the initial thought that pops up in her head until she turns around and almost comes nose-to-chest (??? ish???) with the smartass that's trying to ruin her day. Who even does that? Stealing pizza is like... maximum levels of assholery. Junk food is SACRED.
Not including That One Time she swiped fancy pudding from under her sister's nose, anyway. That was a noble sacrifice to save Stocking's waistline.

Attempted food theft aside, she probably doesn't cut half the imposing figure he does, with the pointy bits and increased height and all that jazz. Quite the contrary - much to her annoyance, the tiny white buds at her temples have evolved into cute little curled horns. And her hair! So soft. So fluffy. So very unintimidating.
Not that it's stopping her from compensating with sheer spite of course.

There's a long, tense moment while Panty locks eyes with Mercury. Cue tumbleweed, stage right.

...
.......

Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Does she know this guy? The smug voice sounds familiar, but with her shoddy memory --
LACTOSE INTOLERANT? Okay. She doesn't necessarily know what that means, but his tone is telling her everything she needs to know in order to get all up in his business. Who you calling intolerant, huh? Huh?! ]

Excuse me?! The hell you will! You can take your cheap knockoff Godzilla ass down the street and go dumpster diving, shitpickle. This one's mine.

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[unhappy]

come over I wanna talk about fight n fuck and I found this game that's about stealing cars and beating people up

[sarcaskick]

i have never seen a sentence full of so many things i like

[unhappy]

hurry up then!

[ she sends the address because she.. doesn't think he's ever been over to Mayuzumi's apartment. Well, Mayuzumi and her place. ]

early dec!!

[schmisse]

[ With the recent musical having finished, The Golden Muse is taking a month-long break so everyone can rest and recuperate while the board decide what their next performance will be. This means Weiss has more time to fulfil the Moon Knight duties that she has, and today, at the start of the month while the Sanguis moon is out, she's assigned to lead an investigation.

A local bar owner in Level 3 has gone missing. Said bar owner also happens to have been under investigation for some time now because the Moon Knights believe that he's been adding some illegal substances in some of his drinks. It's been going on for weeks now with no hard proof, but now he's missing and the higher-ups want to track him down because there might be something big happening in the background that they don't know about.

Unfortunately, Weiss doesn't happen to have any subordinates in this mission she's been given. There's an actual policeman on the case, surveying the area, but whatever detective work is left to Weiss' noodle.

And detective work is something Weiss has no experience in doing. Sure, she's busted criminals in the past alongside her teammates, but that was more snooping around than anything else...

She's inside the bar this fine evening, seated alone, accompanied by a blue drink. The business is still going since the disappearance is kept under wraps, and the employees don't really know a thing apart from "the boss is under the weather". No one around seems suspicious, but Weiss isn't exactly the best judge of character, is she? ]

[sarcaskick]

[ Level 3 has been Mercury's usual stomping ground ever since his arrival here. He was never one for ritzy, high-class establishments - there's something pretentious in all of that, he thinks. This part of Lunatia is more... familiar, in its own way. You always want to have an eye on your back, a weapon at the ready, just in case.

It suits him.

The bar he wanders into (one of the "usual spots" on his rotation) doesn't seem like the type of place that he would think to find Weiss Schnee in, but there she is all the same. He considers leaving, briefly - the last time they had met had been enjoyable, sure, but the aftermath was questionable. Maybe he should just bounce.

... Wait, no fuck that, this is his turf. He's not leaving.

In fact, while she's enjoying that... thing... he'll take the stool right next to hers, sighing loud and dramatically. ]

Boy, they'll really let anyone into this place, huh?

[schmisse]

[ Weiss has to look at who decided to sit next to him, because what kind of comment is that? Was that aimed at her? She has no idea, but she's offended, anyway. She almost says something, but as soon as her brain registers that it's Mercury next to her, she immediately goes for her drink to take a looooong sip.

She's been avoiding him for a month and it was successful until today. This is awkward. ]

What's that supposed to mean?

[ Weiss normally doesn't run away from her problems, though. She still has some fight left, so!! ]

action, after some sparring!

[unhappy]

[ It's been good to actually get herself back into a fight. She doesn't really have a lot of people she interacts with who she can really go full-force with, if at all. Even as they practiced, she notices that her reaction speeds are lower than they used to be from sheer lack of practice. She's still a good fighter, but decidedly rusty.

As she finally just sits down on the ground to catch her breath, holding up her hands to signal 'surrender' for now, she groans. ]

We have to do this more, you know.

[sarcaskick]

[ Mercury, in stark contrast, has pretty much not stopped fighting since the day he got here. Or... ever, really. Dude likes fighting. Fighting's fun. Emerald is still a good opponent, but it's not hard to tell that her edge is dulled.

He's breathing harder by the time she sets herself down, but he's not completely winded yet as he rests his hands on his hips. ]

Oh yeah? Was it good for you, babe?

[ why ]

[unhappy]

Gross.

[ But not.. wholly incorrect. She still reaches over to pull some grass out of the ground near her and half-heartedly throws it in his direction for the comment, but she can't really deny that it feels an awful lot like having let out a tension that was inside of her for a moment of catharsis and relief and she feels... really good right now. Tired, out of breath, but good. It feels good to fight, and she hates that she's been trying so hard to stop this. She should probably hate herself for thinking that but she can't bring herself to. This is a part of who she is, she wants to stop denying it. She laughs after she throws it though. ]

Everything here's all.. virtual reality and 'play nice.'

03/15

[ensuredsurvival]

You haven't gone a disappeared, have you?