backdated to Thursday

[koyo]

Characters: Britannia, Golbez, Marik, Spain
Format: Starting in prose but matching you!?
This log is: Closed
Location: Around town
Summary: Golbez ( with Marik ) vs Spain ( with Britannia ).

After Britannia visited Spain's classroom, Spain agreed to go out into town and, well, find a fight. It doesn't take him long to realize it's hard to find trouble when you actually want to find it. He doesn't know what any of the players really look like aside from his room mate and Lithuania. Maybe he should go beat up his room mate or Lithuania if he can't find anyone soon. They would understand, right?

The two have been walking around town for a while now with little success and Spain is really beginning to consider finding those two. "Hey, Britannia. . . do you know what any of the other Players look like?"

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[countryofassholes]

"Hmm... not really." Came the light and cheerful response as she strode beside him, looking as if she hadn't a care in the world. "I know one of my princes is a player but... we should find someone else." She added, grinning at the idea of fighting Lelouch and Kiku. While it could be fun, she'd sworn to protect Lelouch and somehow, sending her player against him probably wouldn't end well, even if it would be good for him.

"Maybe we should start asking."

[koyo]

This is the first he's heard of a prince and he raises a brow. "Sí, I understand." He says, nodding in agreement. "One of my room mates is a player but I don't think either of us would want to fight him . ." Lelouch was a nice person and didn't seem like he would be much of a challenge in a fight.

When she suggests asking, Spain has an idea. Raising a hand to project his voice he yells, "¡Ay! Someone fight me!"

[countryofassholes]

She would have thought the existence of her royalty here was pretty obvious, especially when their names have been plastered all over the dorm boards, but to each their own. Maybe the less who know, the better. There is a murderer of royals here after all, and until she knows his face she should probably keep it on the low.

At the mention of one of his roommates being an unwanted opponent, Britannia opens her mouth to question him why when she is promptly cut off by his yell.

So much for that.

"I guess that works too."

[stoppedhiding]

Golbez had gone out to find some clothes -- usually they aren't much of a priority for him, but the ones he'd arrived in are impractical for this weather, and it bothers him to wear the school-issued uniform. It should be a pretty peaceful shopping trip, right?

Apparently not. Walking past Spain and Britannia, he stops turns when he hears a shout. Come to think of it, he'll have to fight again today if he doesn't want to lose money for himself and Marik, won't he? He still dislikes the idea, but... "Fight, you said?"

[babygotback]

"Wow. Rather straightforward, I'd say." Marik said, as he tagged along with Golbez.

In all honesty, Marik didn't think he'd be with company for this day. He was content with going out by himself for whatever reason he needed to. But, after spotting his astronomy teacher earlier, he figured it wouldn't hurt to go with someone. Besides, even if he was more open now, he still wasn't too much of a socialite.

[koyo]

"¡Sí!" Spain stands up taller and raises his chin some. Despite how reluctant he was earlier he is ready to fight.

"My name is Antonio and here--" Spain motions towards his weapon, "Is Britannia and we're looking for someone to fight. Or well. . . she wants me to find someone to fight."

[countryofassholes]

If Britannia thought anything of Spain's introduction of the two of them, she kept it hidden inside, allowing nothing more than a smile to grace her face. With a little wave, she gave a small shrug at her player's clarification of their current situation.

"It sounds like fun, doesn't it? I want to try it at least once."

[stoppedhiding]

Hope you notice that skepticism, Britannia.

Golbez glances down at Marik. "We will need to battle at least once to avoid being penalized. What do you think?"

[babygotback]

"Yeah, sure! I'm up for it!" Marik replied, his eyes lighting up like an eager puppy. There was pretty much no way he could ever refuse, as he'd been waiting for a chance to battle since day one.

[koyo]

Even Spain can see the differences between the players and weapons right now. He manages a smile at Golbez and laughs, "It looks like it's decided then. Shall we fight here or move to another place?"

[countryofassholes]

Golbez's skepticism, sadly, goes right over her head. After all, how could anyone not want to fight and get stronger?

"Is there something wrong with this place?"

[stoppedhiding]

"There is the risk of damaging property or bystanders here. The arena isn't far."

[babygotback]

"Mm. Plus, there wouldn't be any obstacles in the way, so it should be fine."

[koyo]

"The arena sounds good! Though, I'm sure we wouldn't cause too much damage here, right?" He nudges Britannia and begins to lead the way to the arena. "Now that we've decide, let's go! ¡Vamanos! Perhaps we can talk a bit while we walk too."

[countryofassholes]

She would be lying if she said she wasn't at least a little bit disappointed by the delay but at the very least she doesn't show it, giving a small shrug at the nudge and falling in behind her player.

"What are your names?"

[stoppedhiding]

Golbez turns to follow, trusting that Marik will follow on his own even if he doesn't glance to see; he seems eager enough.

Even after everything that's happened, it will take him a while to get over his habit of hesitating when that question is asked. After a moment, he replies, "Golbez."

[babygotback]

"And I'm Marik Ishtar. Nice to meet you guys!"

He pauses for a moment, as if something was on his mind.

"Britannia's an odd name, though. Guess your parents must've really loved the U.K, huh?"

[koyo]

Spain glances back at the two of them when the introduce themselves, smiling politely, "Jaja, and it's good to meet the both of you as well."

He snickers at Marik's comment. The idea that someone would name their child after Brows was, well, amusing. "Well, to be fair, everyone's name must sound a little odd to someone, right?"

[countryofassholes]

At Spain's snickering, Britannia gave him a sharp elbow with a mildly amused side glance. Just because he had the luxury of not remembering his real name (and thus not getting the funny looks for it) didn't mean she appreciated his amusement.

Moreso was the irritating comparison to her big brother, although she couldn't decide which was worse.

British America who had lost to England? Or England who had lost to France.

... definitely the latter. "It's the name I was given."

[stoppedhiding]

The conversation makes no sense to Golbez, but even if it had he probably would have remained silent. He doesn't have anything to add.