[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.]

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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.