lol violence
Characters: Saul Samaren (favorthebold), Kamui (umbrellapirate)
When: Feb. 25th.
Where: Near Unohana's clinic
Rating: Up to R for boys being evil boys.
Summary: There will be blood.
Saul Samaren was not an honorable man, but he was a smart man, and so he brought his fog with him to the scene already. He and Kamui had an understanding of sorts, he thought, a simple mutuality of intent that made things infinitely easier than having to rile up and push at the other man until he got the challenge he was after. It was a good sign, that they didn't have to waste words. Saul had observed men with power for a long time, and he knew how to categorize them: weak men fought because they had something to prove, stronger men fought because it was quick and easy and decisive, and the truly mighty fought for the joy of it.
He was after joy today, and that was hardly likely to limit itself to first blood. And he'd learned well the lesson that Mello had taught him with the sniper rifle. And so he came to the set meeting point shrouded in the fog that extended and opened up his awareness, perfectly set for possible ambush. But other than that, no lightning crackled within the mist, and no clouds gathered overhead. He had his hook and wire in hand and that was all. Kamui would have to do more than talk, however impressive his talk, to get a taste of his opponent's power.
He took in his surroundings. The usual arena, a broken street. Almost uncomfortably close to Unohana's clinic - if he didn't know her better he'd have suspected a trap. Well, if she was watching, let her. He liked the idea of people watching.
He spoke up, voice clear through the mist.
"I'm here, dome."
((OOC: Sorry for the delay on this...!))
When: Feb. 25th.
Where: Near Unohana's clinic
Rating: Up to R for boys being evil boys.
Summary: There will be blood.
Saul Samaren was not an honorable man, but he was a smart man, and so he brought his fog with him to the scene already. He and Kamui had an understanding of sorts, he thought, a simple mutuality of intent that made things infinitely easier than having to rile up and push at the other man until he got the challenge he was after. It was a good sign, that they didn't have to waste words. Saul had observed men with power for a long time, and he knew how to categorize them: weak men fought because they had something to prove, stronger men fought because it was quick and easy and decisive, and the truly mighty fought for the joy of it.
He was after joy today, and that was hardly likely to limit itself to first blood. And he'd learned well the lesson that Mello had taught him with the sniper rifle. And so he came to the set meeting point shrouded in the fog that extended and opened up his awareness, perfectly set for possible ambush. But other than that, no lightning crackled within the mist, and no clouds gathered overhead. He had his hook and wire in hand and that was all. Kamui would have to do more than talk, however impressive his talk, to get a taste of his opponent's power.
He took in his surroundings. The usual arena, a broken street. Almost uncomfortably close to Unohana's clinic - if he didn't know her better he'd have suspected a trap. Well, if she was watching, let her. He liked the idea of people watching.
He spoke up, voice clear through the mist.
"I'm here, dome."
((OOC: Sorry for the delay on this...!))