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driftfleet2016-01-21 04:55 pm
mortalcoil) wrote in driftfleet2016-01-21 04:55 pm
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Who: Coil Lenn
Broadcast: Text (and not anonymous, for once)
Action: Iskaulit, in the gym
When: Morning
[it is a rare day indeed that Coil sends out a message with his identification attached to it, but he figures it's probably hard to convince someone to fight with you when they don't know who's asking. and he takes time to write the thing up properly, like putting an ad in the paper.]
Looking for sparring partner-- hand-to-hand or melee weapons. Experienced combatants only. Iskaulit Gym.
[and he just tosses the communicator off to the side for a bit, after that. he'll return to check his messages after he's beaten the shit out of a sandbag for a while.
and whether or not they've caught his message, anyone can find him haunting the gym--either moping around like he doesn't know why he's there, or whirling a quarterstaff around and clobbering a sandbag with single-minded focus. just a combat-oriented teenager in a bad mood.]
(ooc: and for anyone who isn't really into tagging fight threads, but still wants to spar with him, we can handwave or gloss over some things.)
Broadcast: Text (and not anonymous, for once)
Action: Iskaulit, in the gym
When: Morning
[it is a rare day indeed that Coil sends out a message with his identification attached to it, but he figures it's probably hard to convince someone to fight with you when they don't know who's asking. and he takes time to write the thing up properly, like putting an ad in the paper.]
Looking for sparring partner-- hand-to-hand or melee weapons. Experienced combatants only. Iskaulit Gym.
[and he just tosses the communicator off to the side for a bit, after that. he'll return to check his messages after he's beaten the shit out of a sandbag for a while.
and whether or not they've caught his message, anyone can find him haunting the gym--either moping around like he doesn't know why he's there, or whirling a quarterstaff around and clobbering a sandbag with single-minded focus. just a combat-oriented teenager in a bad mood.]
(ooc: and for anyone who isn't really into tagging fight threads, but still wants to spar with him, we can handwave or gloss over some things.)
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and... his brow furrows a little. maybe this wasn't what he was expecting a prospective sparring partner to look like.
either way, after a few moments, he answers with a small nod.]
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For a second, her eyes brighten into a jarring green. Electricity crackles along her lips as she speaks again: ]
Shortcut: stick!
[ A quarterstaff appears in her hands. Eyes and mouth returned to normal, she tests the staff's weight, then looks to him again. ]
I won't summon anything else while we do this, unless you want to me to. [ Up to him. Whatever level of unpredictability he wants, she'll oblige. ]
Shall we?
[ She's ready when he is. ]
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and he's not ready right away. instead of falling into position, he points incredulously at his own mouth, gesturing where she'd just been spitting electricity. the question of what the hell was all of that is on his face.]