[battle log] backdated to the second day. [actiontags if possible]

[trollofthree]

Dave Strider vs. Gino Weinberg

Weapons: Sherlock Holmes, Kevin Smith

[it's about time they got all of this started, Gino thinks. He hasn't read much of the manual yet, and it's been quite a while since he's fought out of a Knightmare's cockpit, so the prospect of losing is quite blatantly there, hovering around. He hasn't said anything, half from pure competitive spirit and half because Kevin would throw some kind of teenage hissy fit if Gino admitted he was okay with losing him in battle for the sake of experiment and fun.

besides, it's still going to be a chance to have a mock fight without the possibility of actually killing his short, shades-sporting roommate. If he ignores the situation, it's almost like a friendly duel rather than a part of a bigger, inexplicable game.]

Got any advice for me? [he grins at Kevin, again. It's practically habit. And the guy's probably read more of the manual.]

Comments

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[Gino's sort of right on the teenage hissy fit part, mostly because he doesn't want to be passed around like some kind of object. They have an agreement dammit!

At Gino's inquiry, Kevin glances up (way up) at him and folds his arms giving him an annoyed stare.]

Be serious?

[trollofthree]

Serious? This is a game. [he says that, but he'll take it seriously when it's actually started. Maybe.] Anything else?

[imperceptible]

[That annoyed stare intensifies before Kevin gives a little irritated noise and forces himself to drop his arms in order to appear less of a child. (It doesn't help.) Hes going to need to be as intimidating as he can if Gino's actually going to listen to him.

Shame he's about as intimidating as a terrier.]

The isn't a game! Do you want your memories back or not?

[trollofthree]

Hmm, you have a point. [really, if Kevin wasn't so easy to antagonise~... but there's no reason to get him too riled up before they have to work together.]

Nervous?

[imperceptible]

No. [The reply is instant and partially true. The nervousness he feels now isn't from fear but the same kind he gets before a big match. The feeling of anticipation of a new opponent and the possibility of losing.

... No, they can't lose. The more battles they win, the closer to an answer they are.]

... You?

[trollofthree]

Not at all. [he's approving of Kevin more and more; he decides on the spur of the moment that, if he loses this battle, he'll try to win him back. He did make the vow, even if Kevin isn't exactly royalty.

he gets his head patted, though. Approvingly.]

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[In what must be routine by now, Kevin swats the hand away and scowls.]

Cut that out.

[bitofafiction]

[Relatively open ground like the area west of the classroom buildings carries sound quite well. Sherlock has found himself a nicely shaded bench and is sitting on it, quietly and unobtrusively. The fact that it is just out of sight of Gino and Kevin's conversation is unlikely to be a coincidence.]

HI SORRY I STILL EXIST @_@

[thatguywhohasablog]

[although not quite as late as his player, Dave is still late; he's used to i) having all the time in the world, and ii) knowing exactly what time it is, all the time. Everyone else has probably been there for at least ten or fifteen minutes when he wanders over – to Gino and Kevin first, since Gino's pretty easy to spot. He catches sight of Sherlock, though, being just far enough away from the others that he's visible, and gestures him over.]

Yo. You ready to go down? The asshanding that's about to take place is gonna be pretty nerve-wrackingly humiliating for you guys so we might as well get it over with.