Venice (Floor 27,516,134) | Bring your own Aphro

[chrgin_my_sword]

There was something about the rooftops that Travis just liked. Finding this place hadn't been too much of a big deal, he's seen what this place as capable of. But the rooftop landscape of this city was something else altogether. It almost felt like something out of a video game, possibly one by Ubisoft. He'd been running and jumping from rooftop to

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[chrgin_my_sword]

Oh boy. It looks like he had found himself a winner. You know, it seemed sort of criminal that anyone was that miserable and angry looking in a setting like this but he didn't say anything. Rather, he didn't have much a chance to, before suddenly she was up there and glaring at him. And what did he do?

He totally smirked and looked happy, rolling backwards and pushing to his feet. Hey, he did say fun, and he did like a fight. "That's a neat little trick. I wouldn't have turned down a couple seconds to pretty myself up first, but I'm not complaining." He had his beam katanas on him if need be, but he'd rather not have to fight a death match. Just a fun little fight.

"Fun means all sorts of things. And I'm ready to dance whichever dance you want, pinky."

[chrgin_my_sword]

Travis laughed at that, though not in a mocking sense. More in that whole "Where have you been all my life" sense. Like the kind of guy that hears a flirt where others hear a death threat. It doesn't help that Travis always did get feelings of euphoria from a good life or death fight.

"Well, I won't now." He stretches himself out, craning his neck to either side, and patting the different devices on the harness he was wearing. "Course, same to you, sweetheart. I can't say I wanna cut up a girl, but I can't go soft on you either. A fight's a fight after all."

[ooc: Should I be worried? XD]

[chrgin_my_sword]

It would take a little bit more than a broken arm and some bruises to put Travis out to pasture. He was tough as hell for one thing, and while it could be said that the only thing Travis sold was merchandise, he hasn't done that well enough to lay that claim.

He leans back, checking her out. "Well, I won't be able to scratch you, that's for sure. I'm more of a blunt force trauma and super cutting action kinda guy." He even lifts his hands up for her to check out his fingers. "See, no nails."

[ooc: Pshaw. I'm not all that good at fights myself either.]

[chrgin_my_sword]

Travis did enjoy himself a good round or two or pre-battle banter. It helped set the stage, as well as give the characters some definition. But hey, if his guest wanted to leap right into the fray, far be it for him to oppose her there.

"You're the boss. One last thing though. Your shoelace is untied." If she ACTUALLY fell for that, he really wasn't going to feel bad about the dropkick he was readying to throw at her...should she actually look down to see.

[ooc: Sounds like a date to me!]