[ why do the gods punish the not so good? what hasn't nodd done to deserve this? just had to open his mouth.
quietly, grabs a staff off the rack. silently, joining dion on the combat stage. mutely, sweating before any major activity because he must choose his words so carefully.
he lifts his free hand and gestures for dion to come at him as he will. ]
[ i can tell you one thing and it's that you will not catch me writing out a fight scene.
that said, i rolled a 19 so dion is doing pretty well in their little sparring session. even if he doesn't necessarily enjoy combat, he's disciplined enough to keep up his training and practice, quick and precise, with a fast recovery whenever a blow staggers him.
eventually, his lance swings out towards nodd's legs, aiming to knock him to the ground and end their match. ]
[ i will but i also will sometimes link jojo's gifs. duality.
had to find out if nodd embarrassed himself or not, so rolled right after receiving tag and got an 18. this is a really solid match. by the end, nodd is actually sweating, smiling like a bit of a lunatic, clearly having fun.
because the dice gods granted dion 1 more, that final lance swing catches nodd's ankle before he can do another of his annoying effective hops right over it. he lands on his ass, falls onto his back, and drops his arms to the ground, palms up. he yields. ]
[ these rolls are so good. dion generally doesn't really care for sparring, after many years of the monotony of training his body. but occasionally, he's pushed enough that the exertion of it burns his blood a little hotter to the point that he actually feels excitement.
nodd finally falls, and dion digs his lance into the centre of his chest to keep him down, hair out of place, and sweating as he leans over nodd.
he's smiling, and throughout the course of the fight his appearance has changed slightly, usually brown eyes a bright gold and pupils slit. white scales shimmer over his the scant exposed skin of his neck and jaw, while two dragon-like horns extend out from his hair.
it fades as the fervour of the fight fades, and he shifts his stance back, lifting his lance and holding out a hand to help nodd up. ]
Well fought. That was more enjoyable than I expected.
[ if directly asked after chugging a truth serum, perhaps nodd will admit he was distracted at the end by dion's physical shifts. the scales and horns and the dazzling sparkles. the whole dion package bearing down on him, weapon in hand.
nodd never claimed to be a good man, not once, not ever in sincerity.
he pants on the ground, reeling as the lance prods dead center in his chest. nodd's pupils have all but fully consumed his irises.
a hand over his face instead of taking dion's. his eyelashes flutter between his spread fingers. ]
[ he isn't at all fazed by the answer or nodd's reluctance to take his hand, so he just leans down to take one in hand on his own so that he can pull nodd up.
the floor is no place to rest. ]
I'm rather parched myself. Unfortunately, I don't believe there is a fountain in this space.
[ there are towels though, of which dion will take one to wipe his face and neck. ]
You're welcome to drink from my canteen if you would like.
[ pulled to his feet, nodd remains deadweight for most of it. he frowns, glancing off to the side. back to dion.
he follows him to the towels, steps light, brain buzzing. and when dion has one briefly around his neck to wipe it, nodd grabs for either end. he uses that leash to pull dion down, stopping when their mouths are about a half inch apart. noses possibly bump. ]
I find you repulsive.
[ the kiss, when it comes, is strong yet fleeting. and then a second later, nodd is fleeing. goodbye forever. it was cool knowing u. ]
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week 2, tuesday, combat room
Here to train, Sir Nodd?
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No, I was just passing through.
[ rubs the back of his neck. so much hair today, too, although it isn't heavy, so he's not complaining. vocally. ]
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Is that right? No interest in training, despite all the danger?
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but then he does see it and wow. ]
I would love to fight you right now, I think that's a marvelous idea.
[ oh gods. he has to stop opening his mouth. he clamps it shut. ]
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... Alright. I am not opposed.
[ okay! he picks up a practice lance (much less lethal), and moves over to the combat stage to stretch as he waits for nodd to select his weapon ]
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not sogood? what hasn'tnodd done to deserve this? just had to open his mouth.quietly, grabs a staff off the rack. silently, joining dion on the combat stage. mutely, sweating before any major activity because he must choose his words so carefully.
he lifts his free hand and gestures for dion to come at him as he will. ]
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that said, i rolled a 19 so dion is doing pretty well in their little sparring session. even if he doesn't necessarily enjoy combat, he's disciplined enough to keep up his training and practice, quick and precise, with a fast recovery whenever a blow staggers him.
eventually, his lance swings out towards nodd's legs, aiming to knock him to the ground and end their match. ]
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had to find out if nodd embarrassed himself or not, so rolled right after receiving tag and got an 18. this is a really solid match. by the end, nodd is actually sweating, smiling like a bit of a lunatic, clearly having fun.
because the dice gods granted dion 1 more, that final lance swing catches nodd's ankle before he can do another of his annoying effective hops right over it. he lands on his ass, falls onto his back, and drops his arms to the ground, palms up. he yields. ]
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nodd finally falls, and dion digs his lance into the centre of his chest to keep him down, hair out of place, and sweating as he leans over nodd.
he's smiling, and throughout the course of the fight his appearance has changed slightly, usually brown eyes a bright gold and pupils slit. white scales shimmer over his the scant exposed skin of his neck and jaw, while two dragon-like horns extend out from his hair.
it fades as the fervour of the fight fades, and he shifts his stance back, lifting his lance and holding out a hand to help nodd up. ]
Well fought. That was more enjoyable than I expected.
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nodd never claimed to be a good man, not once, not ever in sincerity.
he pants on the ground, reeling as the lance prods dead center in his chest. nodd's pupils have all but fully consumed his irises.
a hand over his face instead of taking dion's. his eyelashes flutter between his spread fingers. ]
I should let you know I'm bone dry right now.
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the floor is no place to rest. ]
I'm rather parched myself. Unfortunately, I don't believe there is a fountain in this space.
[ there are towels though, of which dion will take one to wipe his face and neck. ]
You're welcome to drink from my canteen if you would like.
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he follows him to the towels, steps light, brain buzzing. and when dion has one briefly around his neck to wipe it, nodd grabs for either end. he uses that leash to pull dion down, stopping when their mouths are about a half inch apart. noses possibly bump. ]
I find you repulsive.
[ the kiss, when it comes, is strong yet fleeting. and then a second later, nodd is fleeing. goodbye forever. it was cool knowing u. ]