Is it can be sparring time now plz? [Active]
Characters: Ivan and Karst
Content: They get in a fight, although theoretically they're not trying to kill each other this time.
Setting: Jogo da Crianca fairgrounds
Time: Several days after the festival ends?
Warnings: None unless Karst constitutes a warning
In the wake of the festival, the fairgrounds felt more like a park when Ivan arrived. The tents and temporary fencing had gone, and whatever garbage had been cleaned up, although the Ferris wheel was still standing and the taken-down materials still hadn't quite been cleared off, as if the festival organizers hadn't yet figured out what to do with it all. Otherwise, the field of fake grass was wide open and empty, which would serve his and Karst's purposes nicely.
He'd, naturally, been very surprised at her offer to spar with him, but he'd accepted it without a great deal of hesitation. They really weren't enemies, after all, and this was a good chance to prove it. Nevertheless, part of him still wondered whether this was really such a good idea - it was no secret that he didn't like fighting, and there was no doubt in his mind that Karst was better at it than he was, which his present lack of Djinni only aggravated.
But... it was something. If the journals were telling the truth, then Larxene had either forgotten about him or decided he was too pathetic to be worth her time, and either way it was the best news he'd heard since he'd first arrived here. Thanks to the way he was dressed, he was already close to blending into the scenery here; but if his name was disappearing, too, then he was well on his way back to total anonymity, and that could very much work to his and his friends' advantage.
That idea had emboldened him a bit, which was the primary reason he'd been all right with coming to the fairgrounds alone. The fact that he hadn't told anyone else where he was going, though, was mostly the product of a wish not to bother them. He was fairly sure he'd missed something that was going on between Laharl and Flonne, but at any rate he was pretty sure he could get back to them before he was missed.
A cursory glance around the grounds told him he'd arrived before Karst, anyway. That was fine; he had no problem with waiting for her. In the meantime, he occupied himself by swinging his arms in a circular motion a bit, just to loosen up his shoulders.
Content: They get in a fight, although theoretically they're not trying to kill each other this time.
Setting: Jogo da Crianca fairgrounds
Time: Several days after the festival ends?
Warnings: None unless Karst constitutes a warning
In the wake of the festival, the fairgrounds felt more like a park when Ivan arrived. The tents and temporary fencing had gone, and whatever garbage had been cleaned up, although the Ferris wheel was still standing and the taken-down materials still hadn't quite been cleared off, as if the festival organizers hadn't yet figured out what to do with it all. Otherwise, the field of fake grass was wide open and empty, which would serve his and Karst's purposes nicely.
He'd, naturally, been very surprised at her offer to spar with him, but he'd accepted it without a great deal of hesitation. They really weren't enemies, after all, and this was a good chance to prove it. Nevertheless, part of him still wondered whether this was really such a good idea - it was no secret that he didn't like fighting, and there was no doubt in his mind that Karst was better at it than he was, which his present lack of Djinni only aggravated.
But... it was something. If the journals were telling the truth, then Larxene had either forgotten about him or decided he was too pathetic to be worth her time, and either way it was the best news he'd heard since he'd first arrived here. Thanks to the way he was dressed, he was already close to blending into the scenery here; but if his name was disappearing, too, then he was well on his way back to total anonymity, and that could very much work to his and his friends' advantage.
That idea had emboldened him a bit, which was the primary reason he'd been all right with coming to the fairgrounds alone. The fact that he hadn't told anyone else where he was going, though, was mostly the product of a wish not to bother them. He was fairly sure he'd missed something that was going on between Laharl and Flonne, but at any rate he was pretty sure he could get back to them before he was missed.
A cursory glance around the grounds told him he'd arrived before Karst, anyway. That was fine; he had no problem with waiting for her. In the meantime, he occupied himself by swinging his arms in a circular motion a bit, just to loosen up his shoulders.