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towerofanimus2012-12-23 04:43 am
peoplediewhenikillthem) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-23 04:43 am
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she's such a misfit, always ready to brawl; (OPEN)
Characters: A Shiki here, a Shiki there, everywhere a Shiki! Also probably other people.
Setting: Floor one, the cafeteria.
Format: Quick/Action
Summary: Someone's doppelganger from the moon arrived and so they must do the dance of their people. Which apparently means fighting judging by all of the other Shiki posts.
Warnings: One of them has a nasty aura, but really a whole lot of fightan. Will warn for other stuff it comes up. Also obnoxious text because this post needed another dose of awful to it.
[ Fortunately the cafeteria has had little activity this month due to the nutrition bars, but for any of those who still found it difficult to kick the habit? They might want to take cover because when two people who are undeniably the same person show up in the same place there is always a situation. Said situation escalates quickly to the point where both are picking up whatever they can find for a weapon. ]
This won’t be half bad. [ Says the one with an eight inch kitchen knife twirling in her fingertips all while giving an amused smirk. ] The thrill of fighting myself is a rare one that I won’t neglect.
Hoh? How kind of myself to say so. And here I was thinking the exact same thing. [ So she says as she holds a... plastic knife in her hand... Given the weapon you think there’d be at least a little reason for panic, but in the end her grin reeks of the same confidence as her mirror image. ]
That’s your weapon of choice? [ While others might be unimpressed, it seems that this woman takes it as an added challenge. Lifting her larger knife to look it over, she discards it to the side quickly, letting it stick into a chair nearby. ] Not that I care about being fair, but a challenge is nothing when someone holds an advantage. Pass me something else to use.
[ Laughing, she tosses over a plastic spork at the other girl. ] Sorry, but they’re outta knives over here. Think that’ll do?
Heh. [ Snatching it from the air, she resumes twirling it to get a good feel of the “weapon” as she might with any other. ] Don’t wanna spread germs with an used one, so it’ll do.
Glad to hear it. [ And with that, her arm is poised and raised for a fight. With how comfortably she holds the flimsy plastic knife, you’d think it couldn’t be anymore normal. ] Now let’s get this thing started.
Yeah, let’s do it. [ The spork wielding one just raises her other hand with her fingers gesturing towards her. The universal sign for “COME AT ME, BRO” is easily translated through time and foreign languages. ] Since you’re so well mannered, I’ll let you have the first swing.
Just don’t come crying to me when you regret that decision. [ Cue some PSYCHO STRINGS, a pair of CRAZY GLOWING EYES, and THE MOST DANGEROUS PLASTIC KNIFE YOU’LL EVER SEE. ]
You know better than to make remarks like that. [ Don't forget the killer background music because part of the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception's special ability is to play the BGM. Speaking of, looks like this version of Ryougi also has said eyes and the same sort of smile that comes with them. ] I don't have regrets.
[ Possibly a difference between them? Either way, there's a whole lot of fightan going on after that exchange. The two might say things every so often, but for the most part there's an intricate display of skill shown between them. Kicking up trays, dodging into parts of the kitchen that shouldn't be entered without a hair net, and all sorts of things in an attempt to take down the other. Evenly matched as expected, they will cut through trays, tables, food (rotten or nutrition bars, there's no bias), and anything else with the plastic utensils. Go on, ask them how it's possible or try to disrupt their fight. At least they're considerate enough to not step on anyone with their boots, but the same can't be said for the tabletops.Someone is going to enjoy cleaning those footprints off. ]
Shiki here, a Shiki there, everywhere a Shiki! Also probably other people.Setting: Floor one, the cafeteria.
Format: Quick/Action
Summary: Someone's doppelganger from the moon arrived and so they must do the dance of their people. Which apparently means fighting judging by all of the other Shiki posts.
Warnings: One of them has a nasty aura, but really a whole lot of fightan. Will warn for other stuff it comes up. Also obnoxious text because this post needed another dose of awful to it.
[ Fortunately the cafeteria has had little activity this month due to the nutrition bars, but for any of those who still found it difficult to kick the habit? They might want to take cover because when two people who are undeniably the same person show up in the same place there is always a situation. Said situation escalates quickly to the point where both are picking up whatever they can find for a weapon. ]
This won’t be half bad. [ Says the one with an eight inch kitchen knife twirling in her fingertips all while giving an amused smirk. ] The thrill of fighting myself is a rare one that I won’t neglect.
Hoh? How kind of myself to say so. And here I was thinking the exact same thing. [ So she says as she holds a... plastic knife in her hand... Given the weapon you think there’d be at least a little reason for panic, but in the end her grin reeks of the same confidence as her mirror image. ]
That’s your weapon of choice? [ While others might be unimpressed, it seems that this woman takes it as an added challenge. Lifting her larger knife to look it over, she discards it to the side quickly, letting it stick into a chair nearby. ] Not that I care about being fair, but a challenge is nothing when someone holds an advantage. Pass me something else to use.
[ Laughing, she tosses over a plastic spork at the other girl. ] Sorry, but they’re outta knives over here. Think that’ll do?
Heh. [ Snatching it from the air, she resumes twirling it to get a good feel of the “weapon” as she might with any other. ] Don’t wanna spread germs with an used one, so it’ll do.
Glad to hear it. [ And with that, her arm is poised and raised for a fight. With how comfortably she holds the flimsy plastic knife, you’d think it couldn’t be anymore normal. ] Now let’s get this thing started.
Yeah, let’s do it. [ The spork wielding one just raises her other hand with her fingers gesturing towards her. The universal sign for “COME AT ME, BRO” is easily translated through time and foreign languages. ] Since you’re so well mannered, I’ll let you have the first swing.
Just don’t come crying to me when you regret that decision. [ Cue some PSYCHO STRINGS, a pair of CRAZY GLOWING EYES, and THE MOST DANGEROUS PLASTIC KNIFE YOU’LL EVER SEE. ]
You know better than to make remarks like that. [ Don't forget the killer background music because part of the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception's special ability is to play the BGM. Speaking of, looks like this version of Ryougi also has said eyes and the same sort of smile that comes with them. ] I don't have regrets.
[ Possibly a difference between them? Either way, there's a whole lot of fightan going on after that exchange. The two might say things every so often, but for the most part there's an intricate display of skill shown between them. Kicking up trays, dodging into parts of the kitchen that shouldn't be entered without a hair net, and all sorts of things in an attempt to take down the other. Evenly matched as expected, they will cut through trays, tables, food (rotten or nutrition bars, there's no bias), and anything else with the plastic utensils. Go on, ask them how it's possible or try to disrupt their fight. At least they're considerate enough to not step on anyone with their boots, but the same can't be said for the tabletops.
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You might wanna get outta here, kid. I'm not gonna be the one saving you when a table ends up flying at you. [Because lbr here with the shit that's happening here that probably will end up happening.]
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I'll leave when you two stop fighting.
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