PIPE WRENCH FIGHT [Open]

[unrecovered]

Who: Wash and anyone who wants to join
Where: Network and fighting ring
When: Early November, a few days before the Akvos world jump
Rating: TBD depending on thread content
What: Wash starts the Circle's first fight club. Kind of.

[This will be poster's choice - I'll put the network invitation in Wash's toplevel, but the long and short of it is, he'll be holding combat training for those who want to learn how to fight, and those who want to help teach are open as well. Feel free to make toplevels learning and/or teaching, and let me know if you need anything more or want prompt ideas!]

Comments

[dipolar]

(it doesn't insult him — and not because most things tend to strike a very thick wall he's built up. he truly is that disagreeable, in poor spirits and a sour mood most of the time. stints of merciful behaviour crop up from time to time but his soul rotted many years ago.

which is why hei does nothing but stare as lucina trips over herself.

though he really should've moved and let her run splinters up the length of her chin... he just didn't expect, uh, whatever this is. so her chin is coming down on the bone of his knee. ouch. the audible impact actually forces him to straighten his spine, sitting up and forward so that he can eye her at his feet like she's just made a fucking mess.)

...

Are you stupid?

(SQUINTS)

[rightfully]

[ Well, this is hardly ideal! Lucina's teeth feel like they're vibrating from the force of the impact. For a moment, her face flushes a mighty swell of crimson - there, ruddy and angry, and then gone, fading back into her characteristic pale Ylissean tone. She can't imagine anywhere she'd like to be less than sprawled over this miserable man's legs, except maybe inside Grima's maw.

She scrambles awkwardly to regain purchase. It's hard to be dignified when you basically have to crawl your way upward. Lucina isn't sure she manages.

And then... His remark. Oh boy. ]

I hardly think my alleged stupidity is responsible for where you leave your legs!

[ (But yes, she is.)

Noticing that her cloak has tangled around her somewhat, she bats at it irritably. ]

[dipolar]

How— (no, man, it's not even worth it.

he told connor that women don't like to be told that they're wrong and that's his own lesson to live by, shutting up until she's made it back to her feet. his legs do not shift once, as though his feet are glued to the stands.)

Do you want me to ask if you're okay or something?

(mmmmmno, he won't do that either.)

You seem fine. It'll only be as embarrassing as want, so get over it.