02 [welcome home]

[keywrite]

Characters: AU!Repliku and you
Setting: early afternoon; Cafeteria, Floor 4 (lounge), Floor 25 (meadow), any of the staircases in between these floors
Format: Action tags to start, will match prose
Summary: For a couple days, Repliku disappeared from the tower. He's just returned.
Warnings: None so far

Cafeteria
[February is a terrible month for food, he's decided. Damn candy hearts everywhere, and after making three sandwiches specifically without candy hearts and having the things mysteriously appear anyway, he gave up and took the third sandwich, a bowl of soup, and a soda.]


Floor 4
[If you didn't run into Rep near the cafeteria, you might find him in the lounge with his food, just in case being in the cafeteria might add more candy to his meal.]


Floor 25
[Someone's claimed this meadow for a training spot this afternoon. There's no monsters present, and he's not actually fighting anything. He's mostly just going through attack motions and won't mind if anyone interrupts him.

Comments

[keywrite]

Partly. Some of it was taught, some of it I've come up with myself. Been training since I was a kid, so I've had a lot of time to work on it.

[He doesn't mind the conversation, since he hasn't had anyone to talk to for a few days.]

[springserpent]

[She nods, figured as much.]

Prretty good. It's been a while since I've seen a legitimate swordsman arround here. Some people don't even know how to swing a lead pipe properly, much less an actual weapon.

[Mihli wagered his style wasn't traditional, and the fact that he's taught himself a decent chunk of it confirms her suspicions - still, for self taught, not bad at all. Especially at his age. Color her impressed, even if her tone seems to state otherwise.]

[keywrite]

They're not going to last very long here if they can't fight.

[Ignoring the 'death isn't permanent' aspect of the Tower. But it's been crazy around the place lately, and he's glad he does know how to fight.]

I know you've already fought but aaaa ;w;

[springserpent]

[Pretty cold, but nonetheless entirely true. She nods in agreement, idly, boredly admiring her club]

You make it sound like you don't care.

[Something she pretends to do. She anticipates he'll answer, though that's not what she wants, as such, she shrugs as she approaches him now, club still in hand]

I'll cut to the chase.

[A few meters between the two, Mihli stops, leveling the club at him.]

I came up here orrriginally to blow off some steam and practice, but seeing as you're already here, perhaps you'll do instead? How about you show me that style of yours firrsthand?

S'ok! Two fights is okay! Sorry this tag is so late!

[keywrite]

I...well, I don't mean to say I don't care, but it's true.

[He has a friend who can't really fight, and he wouldn't want her here, unless he could figure out a way to be with her constantly and protect her. But whatever.

He's slightly surprised when she points the club at him.]

Heh, we can fight. It works out better for both of us.

[Ridiculous fighting stance go!]

[springserpent]

[Works for her. Like she said, she had some time and energy to blow, plus this kid looks to be fairly competent in what he's doing -- even if that.. that stance. The heck was up with it? Almost like he was taunting her to stride over and smack 'im one.]

[That said, she doesn't adopt any sort of stance either. Actually, she just slings that club over her shoulder while she sizes him up, taking a few steps closer but not actually making a move just yet. The way she appraises him and that constant apathetic aura of hers is probably enough to make Riku think she just doesn't take him at all seriously.]