CLOSED ▼ AMAZING

[metagame]

Who: Wash, Morrigan, eventual OTA
Where: Fighting Ring, the Temple of Beginnings
When: Before Akvos
Rating PG-13; minor violence and language
What: I don't even know.

I. ▼ there's frustration in this one - closed to Wash
[Foreign - European swords are heavy. He's not used to the extra weight in the blade. It makes for somewhat clumsy footwork and overcompensation on the swing-pivot. Khopesh are much better suited for his style.

Unfortunately, Astoria's lacking a dedicated blacksmith among the Circle and her servants. Not that he knows ideal measurements for a sturdy khopesh outside of its shape and feel. Feelings alone can't make a good sword. He works at his shoulder, adjusts his grip, and takes another swing with a forward slashing motion. Muscle memory carries him for a quarter step turn where he abruptly stops short due to the sword's lack of hook. He catches himself before any accident could occur. (Horus' Eye, he's thankful he wore his sandals opposed to Yugi's boots this morning.)

First archery, now this... Ugh. Must he swallow his pride?]

II. ▼ cats to that - closed to Morrigan with eventual OTA
[Osiris scuttles through dried leaves, their small talons crunching them for the novelty of the sound. Every so often they tilt their head up to sniff the air with both tongues; eventually they catch a particular scent that drives them from their leafy-amusement, enough to even pick-up speed necessary for flight. Atem figures it's a rodent (they're almost always hungry), and with a heavy sigh lifts from his resting spot to follow the tiny beast back to the temple. Can't let them bite more than their mouths can chew... wait, can they even chew? He swears they swallow their food whole like a snake.

... It's a cat napping in a stray sunbeam. A cat. Osiris caught scent of a cat, and not one he recognizes from the temple either. Osiris' loud, hawk-like screech is the only warning for an impeding dive.

Oh no.]

III. ▼ wild card
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Comments

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[eyeofassault]

[G11's main goal for her stay with the Circle...is to find as many nice napping spots possible. Especially if it means sleeping through lunchtime since there isn't a free meal during that time slot.

So eventually she stumbles into whatever unlocked room that opens for her. The T-doll's presence is announced with a yawn, and while there's several pieces of furniture she can drape herself across (or even in front of the fireplace), her attention fixates on the stranger in the room. More specifically that hair. She thought IDW's hair was weird, but Atem's is mind-breaking by comparison.]

Hair gel from other worlds is craaaaazy. [G11 moves towards him with her hands partially raised, fingers wiggling as if she's barely holding back from touching his hair.]

[metagame]

Not hair gel. [He doesn't bother to glance up from his game. From the sound, though... it's some girl? And she's approaching him. Nosy people always asking about his hair. It's not even that unusual!] And don't touch, either. Do you have any manners?

[If she tries anyway, she'd find his hair is coarse, rather dense, and almost spongy to the touch. Surprising, right?]

[eyeofassault]

[If Atem was a Tdoll she would totally be messing with his hair. Though is he really human if that glorious starfish hair isn't gelled? She'll assume he's human for now (or at least her programming tells her to listen).]

Who needs manners in a place like this? I don't think that's part of the criteria for being dragged in. [But G11 relents and puts down her hands...only to take a seat at the table with her gun slung over the back of the chair. She hunches over immediately, her arms laying limply along the edges and her cheek smooshed against the surface while she turns her head in his direction. There's a brief internal debate on whether she should go into sleep mode, but the weird objects he's playing with are interesting. Plus she's been bored.]

Whatcha doing?

[metagame]

[So the girl doesn't care about etiquette..? Despite his clear annoyance, he finds himself liking that a tiny bit. So long as she doesn't bother to touch him anyway! The thought of someone treating him exactly the same as everyone else regardless of status though. Hah, not like she'd ever know.]

Ever hear of the game Jacks before? [The bone dice roll clatter on the table surface. Sure, he's lacking a ball, but the concept is pretty close thanks to his modified rules.]

[eyeofassault]

[Oh boy, if he really wants to be treated like the average Joe, G11 is the perfect and worst person for that. There's a lot more than just etiquette that she cares very little about. Like emulating normal human social skills, hence the intense slouch she's got going on.]

Nope. Don't normally have this much downtime, and I usually spend it sleeping. Unless you mean jumping jacks-- that'd be a weird choice for games. [She pokes at the nearest bone that rolls by her face.] Are these teeth?