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come_sailaway2022-09-07 11:26 am
saltwaterlungs) wrote in come_sailaway2022-09-07 11:26 am
Entry tags:
- changeling the lost: erin peters,
- far cry 5: deputy pratt,
- fe3h: dimitri alexandre blaiddyd,
- geist the sin-eaters: darcy lejeune,
- groundhog day musical: phil connors,
- ikemen sengoku: nobunaga oda,
- lavender jack: johnny summer,
- our flag means death: stede bonnet,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- the black phone: vance hopper,
- the prisoner: number 6
Pack it up, pack it in,
CHARACTERS: Darcy, and YOU?!
DATE: First half of September prior to the event
LOCATION: Sports deck
SITUATION: A pirate-sponsored fight club for the sake ofbeating the shit out of each other bettering each other
WARNINGS: It’s a fight club. Violence is to be expected.
Fliers go up around the ship, as they so often do. This time put up with a reasonable amount of tape and written in a much less flowery hand than people would expect, the announcement ‘FIGHT CLUB TUESDAY EVENINGS SPORTS DECK: MAKE FRIENDS AND THEN HIT THEM’.
Anyone going to the sport’s deck after 7pm for the Tuesdays before the excursion will find tennis court set up for an impromptu fight club. There’s a notebook with a pen off to one side as a sign-in sheet, and a small list of rules written in the same handwriting as the fliers.
-No killing or dying
-Respect tapping out
-If you’re learning, respect your teacher/s
-If you’re teaching, respect your student/s
-Cause problems, get kicked out
Off to the sidelines, Darcy can be found supervising, keeping an eye out for any issues.
In one corner is supplies for fencing and swordplay. Three protective jackets, mesh masks, and blunt training sabers in a loose pile, plus whatever weaponry people themselves supply. There’s a circular arena drawn out on the ground, with a narrower fencing piste drawn through the middle of it.
For those more inclined to hand-to-hand combat, a couple of the punching bags from the gym have been dragged out onto the court, along with focus-pads and a couple of long strips of bandages bandages to wrap one’s hands with. An arena has been drawn out, about the right dimensions for a boxing ring.
Over on the furthest side- deliberately angled to face off the ship- there’s a makeshift shooting range consisting of a bunch of water bottles and some mannequins from the Tommy Bahama laid out as targets to shoot at. A line has been drawn on the ground, presumably to stand behind when shooting.
Right in the middle of everything is an arena marked out for no clear purpose, with no equipment nearby. It can probably be presumed that this is somewhere for people to spar, or more likely, show off in front of everyone.
DATE: First half of September prior to the event
LOCATION: Sports deck
SITUATION: A pirate-sponsored fight club for the sake of
WARNINGS: It’s a fight club. Violence is to be expected.
I came to win
Fliers go up around the ship, as they so often do. This time put up with a reasonable amount of tape and written in a much less flowery hand than people would expect, the announcement ‘FIGHT CLUB TUESDAY EVENINGS SPORTS DECK: MAKE FRIENDS AND THEN HIT THEM’.
Anyone going to the sport’s deck after 7pm for the Tuesdays before the excursion will find tennis court set up for an impromptu fight club. There’s a notebook with a pen off to one side as a sign-in sheet, and a small list of rules written in the same handwriting as the fliers.
-No killing or dying
-Respect tapping out
-If you’re learning, respect your teacher/s
-If you’re teaching, respect your student/s
-Cause problems, get kicked out
Off to the sidelines, Darcy can be found supervising, keeping an eye out for any issues.
Battle me that's a sin
In one corner is supplies for fencing and swordplay. Three protective jackets, mesh masks, and blunt training sabers in a loose pile, plus whatever weaponry people themselves supply. There’s a circular arena drawn out on the ground, with a narrower fencing piste drawn through the middle of it.
I won't ever slack up
For those more inclined to hand-to-hand combat, a couple of the punching bags from the gym have been dragged out onto the court, along with focus-pads and a couple of long strips of bandages bandages to wrap one’s hands with. An arena has been drawn out, about the right dimensions for a boxing ring.
Punk you better back up
Over on the furthest side- deliberately angled to face off the ship- there’s a makeshift shooting range consisting of a bunch of water bottles and some mannequins from the Tommy Bahama laid out as targets to shoot at. A line has been drawn on the ground, presumably to stand behind when shooting.
Try and play the role and yo the whole crew'll act up
Right in the middle of everything is an arena marked out for no clear purpose, with no equipment nearby. It can probably be presumed that this is somewhere for people to spar, or more likely, show off in front of everyone.
no subject
Nothing for it, though. He squares his shoulders and straightens, hands loose by his sides. He's just slightly taller than Oda, which is some consolation. "You misunderstand me. Those from other worlds have no obligation nor reason to respect your title. And nor will your subordinates, should they join you here, unless they choose to do so."
(Have you earned their faith, Demon King? Or just their fear? How much do you trust them? Do you believe they trust you?)
Dimitri's eyes narrow. "Here, we are judged only by our abilities, and the quality of our character. You have no power or authority beyond that which you earn through trust, or take by force. And if you pursue the path of force, you will soon find yourself with many enemies, and without aid."
not here
Instead over Oda's shoulder she gives him a 'this guy bothering you?' look and gestures to ask if she should conveniently be looking in another direction for a moment.
Rules she set don't apply to her friends, obviously.
no subject
More and more and more.
He needs to stop, he really needs to stop, he knows it, but--
"Was I ever so gentlemanly at that age? I have a feeling I wasn't!"
The Demon King title isn't one of respect, didn't he just say that?
He shakes his head softly and holds up a hand again. "Relax. Not a command, a suggestion." He wonders what Dimitri's been through already.
"What I'm trying to say is, no one has any reason to respect the title of Demon King." He shakes his head in disbelief, how can he explain this?
"Are you feeling all right? I shouldn't have hit your brain with such things after the magic, I was taken off guard, and perhaps latching onto something familiar. And I already admitted, I shouldnt have." He says that, but he's about to do it again. "I don't know what your world is like, or whether non-nobility or soldiers can train so easily there." He still recognizes royalty. If anything, the brash defiance was a much younger Nobunaga himself, right after taking both Oda clan and Owari, hungry to move on from there, high from the wins. A long time away from the losses of Kitsuno and before he burned Mt. Hiei. Raging at the gods for not existing, the castes for existing, and ready to take on other nobility and everything else in his way.
Nobunaga doesn't realize Dimitri felt condescended to, or he wouldn't have asked the next one: "You want something to drink? I don't know what's required in magic at all. It doesn't exist where I'm from." It makes his skin crawl to come back to that. But Dimitri is so on edge, Nobunaga's worried and wants to give him something to put him at ease.
Well, if he thinks of it as his younger self...
"What's your ambition?" Yes, because the straightforward gut punches in the form of questions worked so well for him already.
"Mine is to break the castes. To make my homeland something everyone wishes to see, for what they can only get there. To show the world how to outdo even the worst of the demons by surpassing them, making life more valuable to experience and enjoy, rather than something to flee and shrink from in fear of getting worse!" It slowly escalates in intensity and volume with rising passion, the kind of thing he wanted the whole world to know and hear!
A smile, pure boyish youth and impetuousness, channeling his inner Kipposhi from before he even became Nobunaga and Oda clan leader. Before his brother's assassination attempts even. And this time for Dimitri's ears only, though he didn't encroach on personal space like with Clarke, "Now do yours." Declare your ambitions like a tiger's roar! And never falter from that direction!
COMPLETELY LOST TRACK OF THIS THREAD OTL
Oda can claim 'Demon King' doesn't require respect all he likes -- he sure acts like he's used to having it. It's nothing but an excuse to deny respect to anyone else. Dimitri saw him with Clarke and Darcy; the man can't even honor a basic 'don't touch me'. Dimitri knows Oda's type. He's not impressed.
He lets Oda rant about his ambitions with polite disinterest. His eyebrows rise a little higher when Oda demands Dimitri recite his own. Immediately after laughing so hard at him he nearly fell over -- does the man listen to himself? Or is he just obsessed with the sound of his own voice?
Dimitri inclines his head. Still polite, still neutral, he asks,
"Why?"
np np XD
Of course Nobunaga is used to being respected, but it's not out of fear, but familiarity. It's still a heavy shock for him to deal with with people neither as enemies nor allies. Something he's never done at all before. Even his most hated enemies don't fear him at all, they pity him and think he's kind of insane. (Which he is, so fair play.)
"Why not?" Oh wait. That was way too childish.
Still. Why. Okay, it must not be obvious.
"You're the one who spoke of enemies and trust. As if my army, after I just clarified they don't follow me because of my birth; don't trust me. As if you didn't suggest if my goals don't align with those here, then they'll fight me. As if you didn't just speak on quality of character. Don't pretend now you just meant the opposite. That you meant pure brute strength after lecturing me about how no one should respect that--" Nobunaga shook his head, beaming ear to ear. "You just told me my dream came true, my lifelong ambition, everything I worked for, then decided for yourself that I should be upset about it."
Nobunaga shrugs. "Well, you're right, it seems I did gain some insight to your character after all." It's a dare, and he doesn't care what Dimitri does with it.