1 Richard's attack had almost worked completely fine, except he wasn't expecting the man to actually grab the sword of his. A move like that was pretty unorthodox, he had to admit, which only made him think more that this guy was actually a determined fighter. Which could only mean that whatever that Hana girl had said might've been just true enough, and just important enough to have this man fighting in such a determined way. He was pretty sure he had gotten everything he needed out of the fight, but a fight didn't end until one side yielded, and he knew he couldn't let his guard down for a second against this man. The man seemed to try and create some distance between them, which was actually quite a decent strategy considering that if he stayed there only more bad things would happen. Knowing his opponent couldn't beat him in a sword fight, Richard went in there for the finishing blow. He saw the man try to come back at him with his sword and he figured anything that he sent at him he could parry away. However what he was not expecting, was the man to have the same kind of power as him. Red flames started coming out of the blade that was going towards Richard and he had to react fast. This, unlike what he did, was a surge and not just a coat of flames around the blade, so no simple parry would be able to stop it. Instead he went to intercept the attack, pouring out as much flames of his own into the blade, and countered the man's flames. However he clearly wasn't fast enough to completely neutralize it though. The remaining flames covered his arm and started to burn on it. Reacting to the pain of the burn, Richard dropped his blade for his arm would not permit him to wield it. His arm still on fire he had to think of what to do, when suddenly white mist started pouring out his arm and through the flames until they extinguished. Noticing that he couldn't move his arm around that well he extended his not burned arm out to shake hands with the man.
Richard stood there waiting for his now foreign opponent to engage him in battle. He could tell two things right off the bat about this man. One he got the message. Two, the tell tale sign of the message was the man smiling, so obviously this guy was some sort of fighting addict or something along those lines. He reached into his pocket and pulled something that seemed all too familiar. It looked like some sort of wand shaped thing that transformed into a sword. So his suspicions were true. The man started to glow a faint red color and seemed to be egging him on with whatever he was saying in english. With that out of the way he held his blade in front of him, as if it were going to help him any. Richard guessed that he was supposed to make the first move in their altercation, which would only further hinder this man's chance of victory. His stance seemed abysmal, like someone who just picked up a sword and started swinging it around thinking that they're some sort of sword master. Furthermore he was holding his blade out, which was a mistake that could end up costing him his life against anyone who actually knew what they were doing. Richard figured that going full on fencing wouldn't work against this man though, because he was fairly certain he wouldn't move in a straight line the same way Richard would. Richard brought his blade in close and then shot off at his opponent. As an a saber speed was quite an important thing to have, and it wasn't something Richard was lacking. When he got close enough to the man his saber ignited in its white flame and he went in for his attack. Rather than doing what he thought the man would think he would do, which would be to attack head on, Richard instead swung at the over extended blade. Hitting the blade would cause him to be jerked around by his moving sword, giving Richard an opportune moment to thoroughly carve him up. Once he beat his blade away he extended his blade forward, aimed for the man's not sword arm.
❝ My name is Xathanael. You can call me Hana. We are speaking because you reacted with a compass I received from an Archangel by the name of Gabriel. The compass led the others to you, which means you are an angel as well. I can't tell what one specifically as I am not with them at the moment, but I can assure you this is no joke. Recently there have been a lot of strange events occurring throughout the globe. Those events are products of the Dark Angels and their demon underlings. I'm sure whatever angel that is buried deep within you must understand this and we need your help. ❞ Richard listened to the explanation given to him by this Hana, or Xathanael, or whoever she really was. His facial expression didn't change the entire time he heard her talk about angels, magic compasses, dark angels, demons, and how all of these strange events around the world were somehow connected to each other. In short it sounded like complete an utter bullshit to him. Not to mention the fact that he was apparently an angel as well. Who exactly would believe any of this if some random stranger on a phone, from a group of foreigners told them this? Well Richard actually did. Sort of. He figured it would be just as plausible an explanation for everything going on around the world and to himself as well, as any other he could've heard. When he heard the whole "whatever angel that is buried deep within" part his eyes darted towards the mystery man. He simply gave a nervous grin and disappeared in his puff of white flame. However this was going to be a real bother, and he really wanted to be sure who he was working with. And honestly he was just really pissed off at his whole fencing time being interrupted. He muttered something into the phone though, before handing it back to the man who gave him the phone. White mist emanated from his body before he drew out his sword. He glared at the motley crew before him with a more serious expression than he had had on before. So what had the man said. Simple. "I want to be sure of who I'm working with, so tell them to bring out their strongest in a one on one fight against me so I can see just what you 'angels' are actually made of, and if you'll be worth my energy to help."
Richard was continuing his walk to leave the warehouse when suddenly a phone went off ringing. Really that didn't change his pace much as he listened to foreign conversation without knowing at all what was we being spoken. He had almost left when the big, most foreign looking, one of the group handed the phone off to Richard. 'Great,' he thought. This meant that he could either be a rude ass and just leave them be, or go and take the phone. "Oh come on Richard my boy, take the phone. They probably got someone who speaks your language on the other end so, it'd be wise to take it." Richard gave his same bored expression to the man before sighing and deciding to take the phone. He really didn't want to have much to do with this, but it wasn't like he had much of a choice in the manner. He took the phone in his lethargic manner and brought it up to speaking into it. "So who am I speaking with? And why exactly am I speaking with you?" Richard wasn't really being the most polite of people, but he wanted to get to the point of this seemingly pointless intrusion on his fencing time.
Evan Allen Walker:{~~~Day 11 (3/4)~~~December 31st, 2015, Friday~~~Location: Ice Skating Place~~~Mood: Totally Got This~~~Music~~~Ooc:~~~} Evan was elated to hear Ria's response of going out to ice skating. He had decided it had been his new year's resolution to go and learn how to do such an activity before, and now he was getting a one day head's start. Oh yeah! After being asked if he had any spare t-shirts he went around his apartment when until he found a perfect for Ria. After handing her the t-shirt he said "No trouble at all, gives me a chance to wear different clothes," he said with his happy go lucky attitude. Evan watched Ria as she stepped into the shower and patiently awaited her return from said bathing activity. He watched as Ria came out and looked fully ready to go. "Alright then, let's march!" With that Evan escorted Ria out of his house and off they went. Off the duo went on a walk to the nearest ice skating rink available and as such they eventually found themselves getting a pair of ice skates to use. Bowing a little and motioning his arms to the rink he said, "after you milady."After Ria went on the ice Evan followed her to skate. Only there was one minor problem with Evan skating on the ice. And that was that he was absolutely god awful at it. The moment Evan stepped on the ice he fell down almost immediately. Getting up he continued slipping and following around feeling the cold ice press against him each attempt after attempt. It was probably one of the most pathetic yet comical moments of Evan's life. The man was easily drawing attention to himself, because who doesn't look at a grown man floundering about on the ice. However the entire time, Evan didn't seem to get frustrated or depressed it at all. He just kept laughing with each failed attempt and had a "I'll get it this time" mentality . Amidst all the faliure, Evan said to Ria,"so having, wah-" he fell down again. "Having fun?"
Through some sort of magic of being able to correctly guess what building the ruin maniac was in...or however they ended up finding her... the team going to the Bandune Ruins did just that...find her, the ruin maniac. Her name was Raine and dear lord she could talk about ruins. Like, never stopping at all. She just kept going on and on and on and meanwhile Sol was busy trying to go and kill something for the fun of it because his group leader would probably frown upon it or something, and when he killed things he wanted to make sure the top brass was alright with it so that he didn't run into problems when wanting to kill things later. But sweet merciful Sol and Luna this broad could go on for ages about the most boring of shit in the entire world. Then he finally refocused into the chat when she said something about the knights, ya know, the whole reason for them being here. Apparently there was some sort of big monster here and it was blocking the path between them and their objective. That brightened Sol's mood quite easily as the bigger the monster the more fun it'd be to fight. They were given prep time now, with Sol just looking at his sword...and that was about all he needed to make sure he was ready to go. "My only question is can we get to the fu~n now?"
Richard bare liksom sto der og ser på folk som han skulle ha snakket med. Yup de var utlendinger alright. Det var som de ikke synes å forstå et ord han hadde sagt i det hele tatt, om enn de var bare tre ord, men likevel. Da mannen begynte å snakke med ham i noen form for språk som han hadde absolutt ingen anelse om hva han sa i det minste. Han viste til sin mystiske mannen motstander mannen og sa: "så hva tror du om dette?" "Vel," han så ut til å være grublet, "korrigere meg hvis jeg tar feil, men jeg tror han snakker på engelsk." Han trakk på skuldrene litt og sa, "men er ikke engelsk som en super felles språk eller noe. Burde ikke du har lært det på et tidspunkt." Richard ga sin felles apatisk utseende til ham og sa: "du fortalte meg at du kjente meg, så forteller du meg?" Han startet nikker hodet på det spørsmålet, "høyre, høyre, for lat til å lære at andre språk. Vel, hva vil du gjøre?" "Kom tilbake til fekting jeg gjette. Også hvis engelsk er et slikt felles språk hvorfor ikke du snakke for meg i stedet?" Da mystiske mannen begynte å trekke seg litt unna, med en nervøs se på ansiktet hans, "godt du se ... vente som faktisk oppsummerer det opp perfekt. Du ser. Gjør de ikke. Bare du kan høre meg eller se meg . til de andre sannsynligvis du ser ut som du snakker til deg selv eller noe. " Richard øyne .... ikke virkelig endre på uttrykket i det hele tatt. "Å, så du er ikke sint da, at jeg ikke fortelle deg det ennå?" "Har egentlig ikke forandre noe nå virker det?" Han sukket og så på mannen som var tydelig fremmed herfra. Han gjorde egentlig ikke vet hva du skal gjøre i denne situasjonen annet enn skuldertrekk og gå over til hans. Plukke den opp han tilfeldig begynte å gå ut av lageret, egentlig ikke ønsker å håndtere denne situasjonen. Ooc: For the Not Norwegian speaking Richard just sort of stood there looking at the people who he was supposed to be talking with. Yup they were foreigners alright. It was like they didn't seem to understand a word he had said at all, albeit they were only three words, but still. Then the man started to speak to him in some sort of language that he had absolutely no idea what he was saying in the slightest. He turned to his mystery man opponent man and said, "so what do you make of this?" "Well," he looked to be pondering, "correct me if I'm wrong, but I do believe he's speaking in english." He shrugged a bit and said, "but isn't english like a super common language or something. Shouldn't you have learned it at some point." Richard gave his common apathetic look to him and said, "you told me that you knew me, so you tell me?" He started nodding his head at that question,"right, right, too lazy to learn that other language. Well what do you want to do?" "Go back to fencing I guess. Also if english is such a common language why don't you speak for me instead ?" Then the mystery man started to retreat a bit away, with a nervous look on his face, "well you see...wait that actually sums that up perfectly. You see. They don't. Only you can hear me or see me. To the others you probably look like you're talking to yourself or something." Richard's eyes....didn't really change in expression at all. "Oh so you aren't mad then, that I didn't tell you that yet?" "Doesn't really change anything now does it?" He sighed and looked at the man who was clearly foreign from here. He didn't really know what to do in this situation other than shrug and walk over to his. Picking it up he casually began to walk out of the warehouse, not really wanting to deal with this situation.
Richard had been nothing short of Lethargic during the few hours of break time he had. All he actually did was crash on his couch and sleep for the better part of the morning. After he woke up he simply got himself some more cereal and ate it. With breakfast done with he really had no other thing to do other than go back to the warehouse so he could continue his long standing fight against his mystery opponent. However he did decide to follow the man's advice and bring out his old grandfather's military saber. Using it to contain his flames would be quite the useful thing to have. With all that over and done with Richard got in his car and drove off to his abandoned warehouse once more to practice. Richard was stretching, beginning to get ready for the fourth bout of their fight. Then the mystery man popped in in his quite usual, almost stereotypical magician like, way. With him here the two could finally begin going at. "Well well well, turns out you took my advice and brought the blade with you. So happy that we can have these fun fighting times together Richard my boy." He seemed to be oddly happy to get this underway. It was starting to feel a bit unsettling really. "Whatever, let's just go." Richard sighed, clearly not wanting to talk to this man for too long. The faster they fenced and the more they fenced the better Richard's disposition for the day would be...albeit it would probably end back in the laze state as soon as they stopped anyway. Richard drew the saber out with him and was getting ready to get into en garde stance, when the man looked like he was looking at something else entirely. "Whoa look alive kiddo, I think you've got some company." Company? In this abandoned warehouse that virtually no one but Richard ever goes to? That seemed a bit odd. But Richard did stand back up and look over to where the mystery figure was looking and sure enough there was a group of people there. It was odd enough that they were here, but even weirder was that some looked like they stood out in the crowd. A sort of which one was not like the other game here. Though he really didn't care for these visitors. "Hva vil du? (What do you want?)" Richard asked the group trying to get to the heart of the matter as quickly as possible. The faster they left, the better off Richard would be for the day. Ooc: Norwegian brought to you by google translate.
Evan was enjoying his breakfast when suddenly Ria was apparently up and awake. She walked into the kitchen where he was eating and said that being almost completely naked suited the man. Wait he was almost naked? Evan looked down and saw that only his boxer shorts were on him. Well that was certainly interesting. He chuckled a bit and saw that Ria was smiling at the whole situation. Well that was certainly a good thing to see. Operation Make Everyone Happy...or whatever he called it earlier, was already off to a bitchin start. He had completely finished devouring his meal and heard Ria say something about how he could kick her out whenever. After guzzling down his orange juice and gasping for breath he said, "oh no Ria, you could stay here as long as you wanted to really. I'd expect you to leave from the nothingness to do here before I kicked you." He gave one of his goofy grins and chuckled a bit. He looked at his phone and noticed a reply came from Cherry Red. He was going to be hanging out with Boss-man Erik. Well that was a good idea, Boss-man Erik had this whole natural leader level headness vibe about him that would do the distressed, drugged, man some good. However the problem at hand was still Ria. He didn't exactly know what to do...other than get dressed. He excused himself and in mere moments came back with his outfit on. Today he was sporting blue jeans, a pink t-shirt, and a nice green wind breaker. Man of perfect fashion he was. He ran his hands through his hair in an attempt to fix it up and then turned to Ria. "So, watcha want to do today hm? We could go to the park again...though I um, don't really know what to do there right now." He started to think on this. What was there to do? Well obviously rollerblade all over the place. That was just the most fun thing Evan could think of. "Hmmm, want to go ice skating? I've been meaning to try it one of these days but never quite got around to it. But what with it being, uh," Evan took a quick glance at his giraffe calender to notice it was the new years eve. He then picked up a spare dart lying around and threw it at the date, "seeing as it's new years eve, what better time than now to start?"
Brandon woke up that morning feeling absolutely ecstatic and raring to go. Yesterday's little info dump/catch up was just what the boy needed to motivate his spirits in their ever ongoing quest to stop the big bads. He burst out of the covers and took a look at the hotel room he was in. There really wasn't much to do in hotels, ever, and despite the niceness of the one they were staying in, it was still just as boring as the rest. Though hopefully today would entail some very awesome adventures like yesterday's stowaway mission on Lion's plane. Man that sure was a good deal of fun. Regardless of his boredom he tried to do something. He figured either Lion or Xana would come a knock knock knocking on his door when it was time to leave. So he decided to stay in his room for now until said sign from the higher ups came. How did the boy pass the time? Why with Tennis of course. He bounced the ball off the floor for a bit and then just started hitting it all over the place. Really it was a miracle that nothing shattered while he was doing this. Eventually though, this became dull for there was so little space to actually play tennis in, and the space itself wasn't the greatest for it. So after he stopped he just sort of held the ball in his hand until thinking of doing something. He looked at the ball and tried to get something to happen to it. Suddenly electricity was coursing all over the tennis ball and coming from Brandon's hand. This was so kickass it wasn't even funny. Especially when after doing this for a bit Brandon got hit by a splitting headache out of nowhere. He sat there, rubbing his head, figuring that that was enough time with lightning powers. He decided to go outside his room and maybe check what was in the rest of this hotel. As soon as he opened the door though, he saw Xana just sort of standing there outside the door to the next room over. She looked incredibly nervous about...well something. "Yo, good morning. So um, you doing alright there?"
*listens blindly to only one of these songs cause i dun know most of them* For All Lovers it is
Evan woke up that morning feeling weird. He wasn't entirely filled with boundless energy he normally had and that pep of his wasn't entirely at its brightest. Perhaps all that had gone on recently was taking it's toll a little bit on Evan. Not so much the deaths as all of his friends being in some sort of depressed state and only drifting farther down into it. Though now that everyone was depressed that only meant that white haired man had a large job to do. And that would be to get everyone as happy as possible. It was a large job and someone had to do it. Hopefully though, as experiences in the past have shown, that people can also get angry at his tries at help. But a quitter doesn't get any where and Evan was by no means a quitter. With that prospect in mind he got out of bed and decided to do his best to cheer up everyone, one person at a time. Of course this means he'd have to start with Ria since she was already here and he'd already been attempting to cheer her up for the past few days. Looking in the mirror he realized something was off though. It was of course that he was in his bed wear of boxer shorts and had messed up bed head. Though what was wrong never clicked in his mind so he just went about his place as usual. Evan eventually got into his kitchen and made some breakfast for the two of them. This time it was bacon, pancakes and sausages. He tried to think of what to drink with breakfast, since he was physically unable to make coffee, and had to consider what Ria liked as well. Eventually he poured a glass of orange juice and water for her, since who doesn't love orange juice? Once breakfast had finished cooking he put it on the table in front of the couch, as he had done the morning before, so it would be right there for Ria when she woke up. For himself he just ate at his kitchen/dining room area table again. He noticed that his phone had gone off and someone had texted him. The texter being none other than Cherry Red. He wanted to see if the both of them could hang out and talk today. Well Evan did like the idea of talking with his red head pal, but Ria had to take precedence right now since she was sort of in his house. He was stuck in quite the dilemma and seeing as Cherry Red had left Ria, leaving Evan to be her knight in white, he had no real clue how she'd take him hanging out with Cherry Red right now. A bit at a loss he simply texted back: [Yo Cherry Red, I'd love to talk with you, buuuuut I got something to take care of first, maybe later today.] With the message sent Evan went back to eating his breakfast, hoping he could get his "make everyone happy" to work. After all it was already off to a rough start.
Happy birthday you trolling faceless man you. Yes this is a compliment...
BOUT 3-5 The mystery man did his usual disappearing act leaving Richard just standing there in disbelief at what had just happened. Had that man been just holding back this entire time? Was he really so much stronger than no matter what Richard did he'd lose? Well of course he was, and that's what made him a great opponent right now. "After all, it's better if I can't win," Richard muttered under his breath. He took his en garde stance and decided that he was going to lose this bout. But before then he'd do everything in his power to make it difficult for his opponent to win again. As such with this idea in his head, Richard's body started to go on fire a bit, the ends of his hair even turning white. The flame on his saber started burning even brighter and more powerful than they had before. The man reappeared to see his flaming opponent and decided he should put on a bit of a show as well. The man ignited his saber making it burn even brighter than Richard's. He took his en garde stance ready to end it. The both of them blasted off the line and blade locked in the center. Richard was of course struggling to keep his blade there while the man's arm was simply just staying still. Eventually the man pushed Richard's blade away and went in for a final attack. However, Richard was able to bring his blade back in close and parry the man's away. With that out of the way Richard went in for a riposte to take down his opponent, only his opponent was able to react in time and completely parry the riposte away, ending the bout with a riposte of his own. With the bout over Richard's flames started disappearing and he was huffing, sweat beading off his face. "Yo Richard, take a break now and be back here in a few hours, so you can eat or something, and bring with you your old grand pappy's officer saber from the good old days. That thing will probably last longer than any of your flimsy pieces of metal that you call "blades" will." He pointed at the now disintegrated saber blade that Richard was holding. Richard wasn't too keen on bringing something that his father had given him as a gift that originally belonged to his Grandfather as a practice tool, but he went along with it anyway. Perhaps if he could use something that could hold his flames for longer it would help him get even stronger and help him in his quest to be stronger than this mysterious fencing man.
Well with a review like that I see no reason not to watch/read it Saximacchi, away I go to manga and anime watching..........Oh wait i already did and it was one of my better life choices.
BOUT 3-4 The mist started growing thicker around Richard's body and completely coated him. The familiar plume of white mist shot out and out came the mystery man once more. He was smirking still. In fact he's been smirking a lot more than in comparison to their first bout. Back then he was just bored and had quite the look of condescension on him. And it's not like the results were changing any. Regardless of Richard's perceptions of the this odd man he was still going to kick his ass in this bout. Richard got into his en garde position and of course the mystery man did the same, both fencers ready to go now. The two took a few advances forward right off the line. The mystery opponent went in for a lunge, clearly attempting to the match quickly (like saber bouts should be) However Richard stopped and retreated away from his opponent causing the mystery man to miss his attack. With his white flame saber Richard went in for a lunge against his now overextended opponent, but just as in their first round of this bout, the man brought his blade up to parry against the oncoming attack. However Richard was expecting something like this and as such quickly changed the course of his attack. Rather than coming from over head it was now coming in from underneath. With blade this close it was going to be Richard's win for sure. Unfortunately, the man was still too good for this. He quickly slammed his own blade down and on top of Richard's, deflecting it completely. Richard knew this man was ludicrously strong and fast and had seen many examples of it before, but he was still caught completely off guard by this. The blade was so close to connecting with the man and yet he was still able to properly react and execute said reaction in such a short frame of time. With the blade deflected, the man riposted Richard and ended the round.
BOUT 3-3 It was now time for the next round to start. The mystery man reappeared his usual distance away from Richard. "Ya know I told you, that only I can beat me. So what's got you so determined to win?" He shrugged his shoulders and sighed, "I mean you haven't even gotten a single touch off on me Ricardo mah boy. So what's got you going if you know you'll only lose?" Richard just glared at his opponent for what he just said. "Hey, don't you think it'd be a pretty boring sport if you never fought anyone undoubtedly stronger than yourself? Even if I lose now that just means I'll get stronger for the next round. However," Richard sighed a bit and his condensed mist over his blade started to ignite, until his entire blade was coated in white fire. "That's only if I give it my all when such an opponent does come along." With Richard's resolve shown to the man he took and en garde stance ready to go. The mystery man simply had a large smirk on his face and got into his own en garde. This time the man started bolting out in a relentless advance and Richard went into an immediate retreat, knowing he couldn't beat the man in a battle of speed. Though this time the man did something odd in his assault. He feinted right and followed up with something that more resembled a cut then an actual fencing attack. However Richard was still able to see through the feint and parry the blade just in time. Richard then went in with a riposte to take down this mystery man. The mystery man wasn't effected by this parry at all though. He was able to quickly recover from his deflected attack and brought his blade up to parry Richard's. With Richard's attack fully neutralized the man went in for a riposte against Richard and ended the round between them.
BOUT 3-2 The mystery man reappeared in his usual plume of white mist. He was standing there staring down Richard and said, "man aren't you getting a little serious for round one?" Richard didn't respond to the comment acting like it wasn't even spoken. However the mist on Richard's blade grew even thicker than before. Richard was always serious. And he was going to show this man that just simply using this power wasn't going to leave him drained and out cold like it had before. Richard took his en garde stance and the mystery man followed suit. Right off the bat Richard took three steps forward and went into a lunge. The mystery man stood there for the first two advances and then immediately sped back before Richard had lunged. When Richard had finally missed the attack, he started retreating back as fast as he could only for the man to give chase to him immediately. The man went for a lunge and Richard attempted to parry it. Though as per the usual, Richard wasn't fast enough to completely block the blade and as such was run through by it. With that round over with, the mystery man disappeared from Richard. Not entirely knowing how he was going to do it, Richard continued to resole of getting just one touch off on his opponent right now. While it seemed like a really insignificant goal, it would at least show the man wasn't invincible, and that's all Richard needed to be able to bring this man off his pedestal he held himself so high on. As a show of this resolve, Richard's blade's mist started condensing giving it a more refined look and mist started lightly coating his body.
DAY 27Friday, October 18th, 2013 Richard woke up that morning feeling fairly odd. Refreshed might be the correct word to use but he felt better than just the way he had the previous day before. It was as if he had become aware of something inside of him that had always been there, but never really there. It was definitely odd. Regardless he had gotten up bright and early and ready to go. Why was he actually willing to be active you odd questioning reader you? It was basically because he had a challenge he was looking forward to. Sure the fist fighting sucked really badly but the super intense fencing match that was actually a legitimate challenge was good enough to make up for it. Not to mention he'd give anything to wipe that smarmy asshat's conceited attitude off his face. With all of that out of the way Richard decided to go to his warehouse with a few more preparations than usual. He ended up bringing five sabers with him this time and around ten water bottles. One could never be too prepared for dehydration and accidentally destroying his blades was also a distinct possibility. After getting fully prepped he made it to the warehouse and stepped, not surprised at all to see his mysterious foe there. "Well hello, glad you could make it today. I know what with the weather being beautiful and all you'd probably enjoy spending your day outside and doing outside things...but then I remember you're Richard." "Whatever, let's just get on with this then." Richard got into his en garde positions, not really wanting to deal with this man's attitude. He just got into en garde as well, smirk on his face and magic wand saber drawn. Bout 3-1 Richard bolted off the line, faster than normal, with some mist covering his saber going right after his opponent. The two of them met in the center and both of their blades locked. It was clear that the mystery man still had more physical strength than Richard could ever hope to get to, he quickly backed out of there.The mystery man seemed to not be able to expect this and just sort of leaned forward a bit as Richard backed off. Once he was far enough back, he advanced in for a lunge about to hit the man. However the man somehow ended up reacting fast enough to parry the blade away with minimal effort. With that done he did a simple riposte and slashed through Richard. With that done he disappeared in his usual fashion and round one was already over. But hey, things were just getting started. And who knows, (cause i certainly don't) how long this will go on for.
Evan Allen Walker: {~~~Day 10 (4/4)~~~December 30th, 2015, Thursday~~~Location: Park~~~Mood: Knight in White~~~Music~~~Ooc:~~~} Evan wasn't entirely sure what to make sure of Ria's reaction at first. It looked like she started crying, like he might've gone a little too far and broken her down or something. But in the end it turned out she was actually laughing and enjoyed what he had said. That was good. Otherwise Evan might be at a loss as to what to do about his friend's depression. The two ended up walking all the way back to Evan's house and she seemed to be feeling slightly better. Which was good. Once at home Evan tried to make some food to feed Ria, but she wasn't eating so well. Not to mention she wasn't exactly the most conversational type right now. Regardless she was staying the night and Evan had to make sure she was feeling at her most comfortable otherwise he wouldn't be that great of a host. At one point she took a nap and after that really stayed on the couch for the rest of the night. He looked at her and when he made sure she was fully asleep he excused himself to his own bed. Before that however he took out a sheet of paper and a marker and wrote a large note on it. It was a sign that said "OUT OF ORDER" and he stuck it right on his broken television set. Once done he excused himself to bed and slept away the night.
