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"I forced a tie in the combat exams. He wasn't pleased."
Alistair answered Tirren quietly, watching the unfolding situation attently for a few moments. Most people would have been content to stay back, allow those clearly more experienced in combat to intervene, to keep him from having to fight. In fact, the light burns that still remained on his hand sent a tingle of pain up his arm, as if reminding him what happened the last time he was in a fight. What would likely happen if he tried again.
But the situation wasn't right, and he couldn't let it stand as is. Silently, he buttoned the top few previously-unfastened buttons on his coat. With a deep breath, he activated his aura with a thought, feeling it sputter to life, focusing all of its power on defense. And then, without another word, he took a few steps forward, interposing himself between those who had come out of the woodwork to stand against the jock and the musclebound antagonist himself.
Truthfully, all of the little voices in the back of his head were telling him that this was a bad idea. And it probably was. But how could he walk into Beacon with his head held high when not only did he barely scraping through admissions, he had to be defended from one arrogant jock on the way to the school? What impression would that leave?
"I appreciate the intervention." He said to Addica and Daiki, tone decidedly more calm than it was a few minutes ago. "I really do. Call me old-fashioned, but having to be protected from my own problems doesn't sit well with me. If I can't deal with one asshole, than I really shouldn't be here, should I?"
That said, he steeled his nerves, and turned to look at the jock. Alistair was a bit taller than average, but his opposite number still stood a head taller, bulked out with decidedly more muscle.
"For you, I have but one suggestion. Walk away. You didn't lose, nor did you win. Neither of us did. We both made it into Beacon, so neither of us came off the worse for how things went, either. " A pause, as if he was pondering whether or not he really wanted to say what came next. But when he did speak again, despite the edge of nervousness creeping into his voice, he did so with all of the bearing he could muster.
"If your pride won't let you do that, then take your best shot. We'll see if you can beat my so-called junkyard scrap the second time."
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Nefarious Prime said
Geebus creebus, this jock might actually be a character, he's getting a bit more attention than I thought he might. I've got some jerk characters lined up for a group, I'll have to make one to fit this guy. Kray, he uses an axe, right? Anything else special about 'im?
Let's see.... (I had to take a few minutes after reading this to think; he was originally just going to show up in the post sample. XD)
He used a battle axe in the exams, was strong enough to leave a gash in the floor when he used said axe, and was a massive dick about Alistair's weapons, so based on that and his in-game behavior, he's probably pretty arrogant too.
That's about it.
Aaaaaaalright, while I've delayed it as long as I can, I need to sleep. Try not to explode things while I'm gone. :p
Back in a few hours.
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Well this is a new twist. XD
"Morrelistair"
Truthfully, this method of referring to that trio amuses me greatly, and is likely to become my new term when I need to refer to them. XD
And yeah, it'd have been interesting if the jock had tried anything. But, seeing as they're headed to the same place, he probably will eventually. :P
The group is starting to strain the limits of who might notice and wonder over, though, so it might be best to send Daiki towards Orion, if only to give him some interaction. I wouldn't personally be irked either way, though.
Truthfully, this method of referring to that trio amuses me greatly, and is likely to become my new term when I need to refer to them. XD
And yeah, it'd have been interesting if the jock had tried anything. But, seeing as they're headed to the same place, he probably will eventually. :P
The group is starting to strain the limits of who might notice and wonder over, though, so it might be best to send Daiki towards Orion, if only to give him some interaction. I wouldn't personally be irked either way, though.
"Oooh, that was close."
Alistair said quietly, finally letting out the breath he had been holding since they rounded the corner. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure that the jock wasn't still following, nodding in satisfaction when it became evident that he was not. Looking considerably less anxious, he looked back to the two that he had unintentionally picked up along the way; Morella, responsible for getting them out, and Tirren for rompting said escape.
A few more paces down the hall, once a little distance had been put between them and the one they wished to evade, he dared to speak again.
"In answer to your question, sir, I was attempting to make sure that our musclebound friend didn't notice me." A pause, as he redirected attention to Morella. "Miss, thank you very, very much for your help, that would not have been pretty."
"Truthfully, you have a point; I'm not that great at stealth strategies, haven't had the time or th chance to learn them so far. But what were you saying about my strategy during exa-"
"..."
"Oh god, please tell me that trick with the Dust canister hasn't been flying around the ship."
Alistair said quietly, finally letting out the breath he had been holding since they rounded the corner. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure that the jock wasn't still following, nodding in satisfaction when it became evident that he was not. Looking considerably less anxious, he looked back to the two that he had unintentionally picked up along the way; Morella, responsible for getting them out, and Tirren for rompting said escape.
A few more paces down the hall, once a little distance had been put between them and the one they wished to evade, he dared to speak again.
"In answer to your question, sir, I was attempting to make sure that our musclebound friend didn't notice me." A pause, as he redirected attention to Morella. "Miss, thank you very, very much for your help, that would not have been pretty."
"Truthfully, you have a point; I'm not that great at stealth strategies, haven't had the time or th chance to learn them so far. But what were you saying about my strategy during exa-"
"..."
"Oh god, please tell me that trick with the Dust canister hasn't been flying around the ship."
Speaking as someone fond of Transformers, your current one amuses me. I never have to worry about my username being taken, because all of the ones I have used for any stretch of time are a bit too odd to have occurred to someone else. XD
That'd the accurate interpretation, Nefarious one. XD
Hey, Ice?
One minor issue with your post, at least, with what I think you mean; Alistair didn't move Morella at all. Normally I wouldn't mention it, but it's the difference between standing to one side of person to block view of you, and forcibly moving them. One's decidedly more rude. XD
One minor issue with your post, at least, with what I think you mean; Alistair didn't move Morella at all. Normally I wouldn't mention it, but it's the difference between standing to one side of person to block view of you, and forcibly moving them. One's decidedly more rude. XD
Okay, good news, bad news. Being an optimistic person, Alistair preferred to look at the bad news first. The bad news was that he'd been in the crowd for roughly three minutes, and he hadn't spotted anyone who was either accessible, or not already in a group. That was the bad news. The good news was that he'd been in the crowd for three minutes, and no one had commented on his performance at the exam, or given him an off glance, or-
"I know, it's bull$#!t, I'd have destroyed that guy if the judges were fair...Nah, I still got in, but so did he! ...I dunno if beating him woulda kept him out or not, I just know I looked stupid...well my friends thought so! ...Listen, babe, you're not being very supportive, I listened to you whine about your dead aunt for, like, five minutes, can ya' pipe down while I talk about my business?"
...
That wasn't good.
Alistair all but froze on the spot, head turning towards the source of the noise. Leaning against the wall, talking into a cell phone with great annoyance, was the same muscular jock who he'd had the misfortune of fighting at the exams, and apparently, of being on the same airship with. He didn't seem to have noticed him yet, but judging by the conversation he was overhearing (Though truthfully it wasn't hard, he was talking so loud that everyone could hear.), Alistair was the topic of conversation at hand. And also judging by that conversation, his foe was very, very angry.
Even worse, said jock now had a clear line of sight, if he happened to look this direction.
No sooner did this process, Alistair darted towards the edge of the room, all but flattening himself against the wall, using a student nearby to try and shield himself from view. Whether it was effective or not he couldn't tell; his former sparring opponent might have noticed him in his hurry, or he might not have. Unbeknownst to him, however, he had taken shelter near the one person who had taken a few moments to note his presence.
"Pardon me," He said to Morella in an almost conversational tone. "I'll be out of your way shortly, but a... Ahem, friend of mine over there has something of an axe to grind, pun completely intended."
"I know, it's bull$#!t, I'd have destroyed that guy if the judges were fair...Nah, I still got in, but so did he! ...I dunno if beating him woulda kept him out or not, I just know I looked stupid...well my friends thought so! ...Listen, babe, you're not being very supportive, I listened to you whine about your dead aunt for, like, five minutes, can ya' pipe down while I talk about my business?"
...
That wasn't good.
Alistair all but froze on the spot, head turning towards the source of the noise. Leaning against the wall, talking into a cell phone with great annoyance, was the same muscular jock who he'd had the misfortune of fighting at the exams, and apparently, of being on the same airship with. He didn't seem to have noticed him yet, but judging by the conversation he was overhearing (Though truthfully it wasn't hard, he was talking so loud that everyone could hear.), Alistair was the topic of conversation at hand. And also judging by that conversation, his foe was very, very angry.
Even worse, said jock now had a clear line of sight, if he happened to look this direction.
No sooner did this process, Alistair darted towards the edge of the room, all but flattening himself against the wall, using a student nearby to try and shield himself from view. Whether it was effective or not he couldn't tell; his former sparring opponent might have noticed him in his hurry, or he might not have. Unbeknownst to him, however, he had taken shelter near the one person who had taken a few moments to note his presence.
"Pardon me," He said to Morella in an almost conversational tone. "I'll be out of your way shortly, but a... Ahem, friend of mine over there has something of an axe to grind, pun completely intended."
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