Right. But - he was with the one with the monsters, wasn't he?
[ his foot's tap tap tapping as he's thinking, frown deepening on his face -- all logic, always. ] ...Seems like we'll be playing by the rules of others' games.
That's what it's looking like. Whatever the - the push, for people to kill, that'll be the motive. [ ... ] It doesn't look like he did it on purpose, at least.
[ now there's familiarity - he was the same after the trial back at the resort, so full of fury at the end that hulkenberg attacked him for a spar with no mercy just to get his head back on straight. he'd seen vi dealing with the stragglers i just had shitty dw even then so i didnt help and that building, mounting frustration resonates strongly in his chest when she does. ]
Might not. Seems like he wasn't himself.
[ he'll hold onto the logical thread, even if he feels that simmer of frustration down low, too - with the situation laid out like this as opposed to the resort, he's able to keep a lid on his temper, and hopefully, ground vi the way hulkenberg ground him all those weeks ago. ]
Kate's a good girl, though. She'll be glad for the company. [ and - it sucks, honestly, because he liked boothill. boothill talked him down on thursday night when he was practically crawling the furniture, helped him vent a little frustration with relative ease. that's his teammate, and now the sight of him - horrified at what he'd done, twisted by something else - sits poorly in his stomach like a gnarl.
he shakes his head to clear it, shakes out his hands, finally stops jittering. ] Later. Don't worry about it right now - you've got the night - so we'll figure something out.
For now... [ reaching backwards, he gets a hand on his greatsword - it pulls free and easy from his back, the shing of metal. it'd b e nice to have his archetypes, really - he was looking forward to showing vi how brawler worked, looking forward to a spar that'd likely turn to a wrestling match, (all things he could have done, had he not failed the promise for a second time), but this will have to do. ] For now, I think you should hit me. Or try to, at least.
[ for the most part, people have been just... tired. they've been in need of someone to just listen, and she's not so terrible at that. but there's nothing she can do here, not really, and it's driving her crazy, as someone who needs to move, who needs to go.
and she's been itching for something, anything, this whole evening. so when strohl reaches for his greatsword, the metal activates something in her brain. she doesn't know very many people who fight with swords - mostly daggers, if blades at all. mostly it's fists. this is interesting. this is a challenge, and when she looks to the side at him, her eyes glitter with the promise of a fight.
she wants to beat the shit out of something, so - she has to be careful, here. she can't actually hurt him. she doesn't want to actually hurt him. but this'll do.
vi pushes off the wall, and without a confirmation or a second thought, throws a punch with her whole weight behind it. they can fight, sure. she'll be glad for it. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
idk if there's outside but we can be were the weather is ]
I don't know. He was talking about colors? Like - Roxana's game.
no subject
[ his foot's tap tap tapping as he's thinking, frown deepening on his face -- all logic, always. ] ...Seems like we'll be playing by the rules of others' games.
no subject
[ silence, for a moment. ]
That's what it's looking like. Whatever the - the push, for people to kill, that'll be the motive. [ ... ] It doesn't look like he did it on purpose, at least.
no subject
[ mmrhm. he thinks again, for the thousandth time, of nathalie, and it makes his stomach churn. ]
...North said it didn't add up with what they knew, and encouraged me to talk with him. I've not gone up there, yet. Have you?
no subject
No, not yet. [ a beat, and she just. rams her gloved fist into a wall. any wall will do, she just wants to break something. ]
He's not going to talk to me. It's not like we're friends.
no subject
Might not. Seems like he wasn't himself.
[ he'll hold onto the logical thread, even if he feels that simmer of frustration down low, too - with the situation laid out like this as opposed to the resort, he's able to keep a lid on his temper, and hopefully, ground vi the way hulkenberg ground him all those weeks ago. ]
Kate's a good girl, though. She'll be glad for the company. [ and - it sucks, honestly, because he liked boothill. boothill talked him down on thursday night when he was practically crawling the furniture, helped him vent a little frustration with relative ease. that's his teammate, and now the sight of him - horrified at what he'd done, twisted by something else - sits poorly in his stomach like a gnarl.
he shakes his head to clear it, shakes out his hands, finally stops jittering. ] Later. Don't worry about it right now - you've got the night - so we'll figure something out.
For now... [ reaching backwards, he gets a hand on his greatsword - it pulls free and easy from his back, the shing of metal. it'd b e nice to have his archetypes, really - he was looking forward to showing vi how brawler worked, looking forward to a spar that'd likely turn to a wrestling match, (all things he could have done, had he not failed the promise for a second time), but this will have to do. ] For now, I think you should hit me. Or try to, at least.
no subject
and she's been itching for something, anything, this whole evening. so when strohl reaches for his greatsword, the metal activates something in her brain. she doesn't know very many people who fight with swords - mostly daggers, if blades at all. mostly it's fists. this is interesting. this is a challenge, and when she looks to the side at him, her eyes glitter with the promise of a fight.
she wants to beat the shit out of something, so - she has to be careful, here. she can't actually hurt him. she doesn't want to actually hurt him. but this'll do.
vi pushes off the wall, and without a confirmation or a second thought, throws a punch with her whole weight behind it. they can fight, sure. she'll be glad for it. ]