Folken and Lightning [accidental video]
[The camera turns on with a thump as it lands on the grass, having fallen from Folken’s lap as he stands. He is looking distinctly annoyed as he towers over Lighting]
“I am not the one who engineered this situation, so your anger is misplaced. We must curtail our activities this week in order to compensate for our bondage.”
[Light glares back at him, with almost seething irritation, arms on hips.] “Tch. I’m not curtailing anything.” [She frowns, looking off to the side, and around the biodome, before turning her gaze back to him.] “Like i said, I haven’t trained in a while. I can’t just....sit around all day with my nose in some book! So, I’m challenging you to a sparring match.”
[Folken snaps his book shut and drops it to the floor by the ‘berry]
“And I have refused the challenge. We haven’t enough leeway to spar effectively, I have no sword and I will not fight bare handed, as my right hand will crush bones when it lands. Show some self discipline and wait until reset.”
[She scowls, narrowing her eyes and stepping closer, tilting her head upward to stare up at him. Both her hands ball into fists.] “Look, all week I was forced to either be dragged around after you, or just sit around and do nothing. I’m not used to that!”
“You are not the only one who has been forced-” [Folken cuts himself off as he begins to raise his voice. He sucks in a breath through his nose, visibly shutting away his anger. When he speaks, his voice is far cooler]
“If you wish to spar that badly, I will comply, on the condition that you shall accompany me in flight. You should be light enough to carry.”
[Light makes something akin to a choking sound as she takes an involuntary step back, her brows knitting together.] You want to...What?
[Before we can hear her answer the feed suddenly cuts]
“I am not the one who engineered this situation, so your anger is misplaced. We must curtail our activities this week in order to compensate for our bondage.”
[Light glares back at him, with almost seething irritation, arms on hips.] “Tch. I’m not curtailing anything.” [She frowns, looking off to the side, and around the biodome, before turning her gaze back to him.] “Like i said, I haven’t trained in a while. I can’t just....sit around all day with my nose in some book! So, I’m challenging you to a sparring match.”
[Folken snaps his book shut and drops it to the floor by the ‘berry]
“And I have refused the challenge. We haven’t enough leeway to spar effectively, I have no sword and I will not fight bare handed, as my right hand will crush bones when it lands. Show some self discipline and wait until reset.”
[She scowls, narrowing her eyes and stepping closer, tilting her head upward to stare up at him. Both her hands ball into fists.] “Look, all week I was forced to either be dragged around after you, or just sit around and do nothing. I’m not used to that!”
“You are not the only one who has been forced-” [Folken cuts himself off as he begins to raise his voice. He sucks in a breath through his nose, visibly shutting away his anger. When he speaks, his voice is far cooler]
“If you wish to spar that badly, I will comply, on the condition that you shall accompany me in flight. You should be light enough to carry.”
[Light makes something akin to a choking sound as she takes an involuntary step back, her brows knitting together.] You want to...What?
[Before we can hear her answer the feed suddenly cuts]