[DCFC] - Open

[blue_darkslayer]

Characters: DCFC Competitors & OPEN
Location: DCFC HQ, in the Outer Quarter
Rating: PG-13. Thar be violence.
Time: Saturday Night, August 4th & Sunday, August 5th
Description: The first round of the Death City Fighting Championship launches! Because Death City is clearly not violent enough, but entry is free, fighters are paid, and it's bound to be

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[AUDIENCE]

[blue_darkslayer]

[Plenty of room up here in the stands. The place is open to Death City's residents as well, but Guests may very well run into people they recognize!]

[nomeremaid]

...sniff node?

[Polite blinking, even as she's trying to figure out the best way to inform him he's a crass little thing and should maybe use his brain more often, since he seems to have a pretty good one.

...welp. When in doubt, be blunt.]

I am surprised you are not attempting to learn anything yourself- you seem more than competent enough to do so during practice- though if you were able to obtain any alcohol for any such thing, I would hope you would realize that it would not do much to enhance the experience past making you forget half of it.

[dungenessmaster]

Holy shit, do they not have exaggerations where you're from? Beer sucks, Prussia gave me one once and I thought I was going to turn my digestive sac inside-out after one sip! The point is, I'm way more than just competent in a fight, and I don't need a notebook to keep this shit in mind.

Assuming anyone does anything more advances than a few fancy kicks, anyway.

[nomeremaid]

Of course we do- they simply do not usually involve minors and alcohol.

[She rolls her eyes- just a tiny bit- and peers sideways at him before returning her attention to the ring again.]

Sometimes it is not how advanced something is or is not, but how well it is executed. I can appreciate that at least, if not the fighting for fighting's sake.

[dungenessmaster]

If I wanted to get bored senseless by art, I'd be at Rei's gallery. I came here to watch humans and robots beat the curdled saliva out of each other, and so far it's been a pretty good night.

[nomeremaid]

No one was talking about art.

[She finally stops taking her notes, setting the book carefully on her lap and leaning forward, hands on her knees.]

But I suppose I did not think you would not have an appreciation for anything like that at all, in any case.

[dungenessmaster]

Oh for the sake of whatever retroactively-instated false deities you believe in! Look, as far as battle skill goes, my culture starts us off way earlier than yours does, and with all the Sgrub shit I did before I got here, I already fucking know how to fight! I'm not going to learn anything from these assholes!

This was supposed to be me taking like an hour out of my day of training and research and Watch duties and keeping dipshit trolls in line to unwind at a stupid fighting event, and if you have a problem with that, I can think of about five ways for you to go fuck yourself!

[nomeremaid]

My apologies- I had presumed you were taking our discussion well in stride. I did not believe that it was keeping you from enjoying your recreation as you wanted to.

[She blinks, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, and adds-]

However, since I have already angered you, I feel I should say that one can never truly stop learning. [A minute, barely-perceptible pause, and her eyes narrow as she flashes him another side-eye.] And I would be more than glad to make that point to you myself, if you are so inclined.

[dungenessmaster]

Well in stride? All you've done since I sat down is huff around about how your way of watching these idiots cream each other is better than mine! If I wanted to spend my day listening to unwarranted self-importance, I'd ask Equius or Eridan about their day!

And I seriously doubt there's anything you can teach me.

((OOC: it's cool if this becomes a fight, but if it does, can we handwave? I'm terrible at writing them. orz))

[nomeremaid]

Is that what you think? [She blinks, looking honestly surprised by the fact.] I am sorry then- I do not always know the best ways to phrase things, in this language.

[But she still manages to look a little bit amused when she adds-]

Perhaps, perhaps not. Shall we find out at training, next time?

(OOC: sure, that's fine by me.)

[dungenessmaster]

[Karkat still looks annoyed, but he backs down just a bit after she apologizes. English isn't his first language either, and this isn't his first culture clash.]

Okay, fine, whatever. Sometimes maybe I fly off the handle like it's hot and I'm composed primarily of ice cubes. I'll still see what you've got at training tomorrow, though.

[nomeremaid]

[She beams at that, looking too earnestly excited for someone who doesn't like fighting for the sake of fighting, and bobs her head in agreement.]

Likewise! I am sure you will be quite the formidable opponent.

[heretolookhot]

[It felt a little weird going to a slushie machine without a dumb jock on one arm and a list of names scribbled on the other. But it was totally worth it, alright, cherry slushies are delicious. Anyway...Santana heard there were a lot of chicks on the card, and that's pretty cool, so here she is.]

Hey, Karkat. I thought watching some of these people beat their last brain cells out of each other would just make you sad.

[dungenessmaster]

Hey.

[he crunches nachos while she speaks.]

Are you kidding me? How often do people around here really try to beat each other even more senseless than they were before? Besides, I hate most of them.

[heretolookhot]

I don't think I know any of them. I remember the stupid robot thing.

[dungenessmaster]

I've been avoiding that robot thing. What the hell IS it, anyway?

[Karkat points out the fighters as he names them.]

I know Neji, he works under me on the Watch. His partner's crazy, watch what you say over DEMISE, even privately. And, let's see... that one, Lili. I tore her a new waste chute over something kind of retarded. I was pretty mad.

[he indicates Riku.]

Oh yeah, and I argued with him the day he got here. He's boring, though, I don't recommend it.