Touchdown ☠ 008

[scoreatouchdown]

Who: Travis and Okita
Where: Espoir
Style: Either
Status: Closed
Notes: Backdated after this.

[Travis made his way down to find this Okita guy. It was beginning to become a norm for him, fighting people every so often. Not that he minded all to much. It was the closest he could get to his actual job in this damned dream world. He wasn't going to

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[fukuchou]

[Souji showed up a few minutes after Travis, one hand quirked against the handle of his short sword with excited tension. It had been a while since he'd last been physically capable of using the pair of katana, that this 'sparring match' was a welcome way to shake off the rust that had settled in.

Shooting Travis a lopsided grin, and squinting just barely against the sun, he informed with a cheerful, cocky tone of amusement,]

I figured if I dawdled on the way here, it'd seem like the fight took longer. It's a pity to leave home all dressed for war, only to return a quarter-hour later.

[ooc: Hey! Thanks a lot for posting this! Just letting you know hon, it seems to have posted to the comm twice by accident.]

[scoreatouchdown]

[That was more than enough to tick Travis off. Not that he had much patience to begin with. He pushed himself off the tree, making his way closer to his opponent. Though his hands remained somewhat relaxed, he was more than ready to pull out his beam katana had Souji tried any sudden moves.]

Sounds like all you really care about is your image. What kind of bullshit is that?

[ooc: Thanks! I got rid of it. Looks like my net connection was acting up again. Only saw one of them when I posted it.]

[fukuchou]

[At that taunt he briefly raised a brow, then smiled slowly.

This would probably be an easier fight than he'd imagined. Warriors had a certain sense and instinct about them; and that statement was so far off the mark for someone who wore the colors of the Shinsengumi that it was almost laughable. If Travis could redeem his lack of insight with a sword, then he might not be a total waste of space. ...Doubtful, though~

Although... thinking about it-- Caring about his Image? Well, in a way, he supposed it could be true. His losing here would be bad for Kondou-san's image as his leader, and he couldn't have that.]

I'm hurt, honest.

[He stayed right where he was, smiling halfway.] Is it so bad to care about your image, as a warrior? We all have to pick a banner to fight under, or a cause, huh?

Now, let me guess. Your motivation is wine and women?

[He looked the spitting image of Shinpachi, after all. Big hair, loud clothes, gutter-mouthed.]

[ooc: Sure thing! And augh, that happens. ): Glad it fixed itself!]