Tournament, Danger Shop, Day 2
Tyler
The Nemesis side of the Danger Shop Coliseum might have seemed brighter this morning, with the record of five wins and three losses the day before. The judges were again at their podium, and Tyler poured soda into a conspicuously logoed cup before talking. "I don't see why we have to go through a whole day more of this," he said idly. "We're just kicking their asses. I feel embarrassed for them."
Deathstroke
"It's not over yet, Durden," Deathstroke replied, ignoring the lounging like a pro.
He had his own match today. Hopefully it would be better than yesterday
Tyler
"You're saying you think there's going to be any challenge for our side?" Tyler asked, lighting a cigarette. "Unless somebody wants to lose."
Which was, in truth, always a possibility with him. You learned stuff when you lost.
Ghanima
"If it's a challenge you're looking for, perhaps Miss Watson would be happy to enlighten you," Ghanima replied dryly. "Either of them. Nemesis is only ahead by two, and we have two more days to go."
Tyler
"And thank you, Paula," Tyler shrugged, leaning forward to read the list of events. "Looks like I'm up first, so I'll rejoin this fascinating conversation in a few." He pushed back, gulped some more soda, and headed to the competitors' locker room.
Deathstroke
Slade watched him go, not saying anything to the contrary. Once Tyler was gone, he looked at Ghanima out of the corner of his eye. "Interesting that you don't have an opponent like either of us."
Ghanima
Ghanima rolled her eyes and looked over at her remaining co-judge. "Is he always this annoying, or does he just hate women that much?"
"I have no opponent because I have no nemesis," she replied, looking out at the rest of the Danger Shop. "Despite what some would-be challengers might think, I have only ever had one. Myself."
Deathstroke
Slade hummed thoughtfully. "As for Durden... he can explain himself. I'm not his keeper."
That was totally a yes on the annoying part.
Ghanima
That was totally a yes on the annoying part, and Ghani smirked.
"And you?" she asked, tapping the list before her. "What's your stake in all this? Forgive my presumption, but you don't seem to approve of the tournament." The tau whispered at her for a moment, and Ghani tilted her head to consider him. "You're a professional, not a fanatic."
Deathstroke
"Exactly. I'm a professional."
Ghanima
Hired, then. Ghanima did, actually, respect that.
"Then let's get your professional opinion on this one," she said, smiling as she lifted her hand. "Time to make Durden earn his keep."
[OOC: OCD up!]