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Battle [Thursday]

Dave Strider vs. Suzaku Kururugi
Weapons: Vriska Serket and Homura Akemi
Location: Battle Arena
Time of day: Afternoon(After School)

Honestly, Dave was beginning to think being Player to all these girls was kind of cumbersome. Why did they all have to have so many friends? Jegus christ, it's like suddenly he has to find all their friends from Conquest and try to get them back. He's not all that miffed though. If gave him something to do, and a little friendly fighting wasn't bad right?

It's why Dave is standing at the Battle Arena in town, waiting for Suzaku. He didn't really talk to Suzaku before. He was vaguely aware that the guy wasn't so bad.

Dave only got in contact because Madoka got in contact with Homura and it just went from there. He did tell Vriska he intended to fight with her, so here it was. Maybe it'll shut her up and he doesn't have to be around her being so insufferable for a little bit. Dave didn't have anything against this Suzaku guy. Dave just didn't like to lose. And he was a man on a mission. That mission, apparently having a bunch of girls which he barely knew.

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Suzaku made his way to the battle arena, he had not been here since the battle he had watched on the first day. This time he was going there to fight, Homura was with him, he had promised her he would use her weapon a lot and Dave had Madoka. Which was the main reason for this fight, whatever happened Homura and Madoka would be reunited.

He nodded to Dave as he approached, ready to start whenever he was.

Dave slipped the glove onto his hand, the fabric still clean (surprisingly) but becoming less stiff with more use put into it. He only nodded in greeting. He couldn't exactly say a friendly hello.

He didn't bother asking Vriska if she was ready. He knew she was. They were here for a reason and she wanted to fight.

Dave carefully pulls the weapon out from her and waits for the other to do the same, before moving to any type of offensive pose.

Suzaku did the same, putting the glove on and turning to Homura. "Ready?" He asked her before putting a hand on her back before pulling out the shield before turning to Dave and nodding.

Dave just nodded and moved to a fighting stance, looking back at the other carefully. Did he want to make the first move or did he want Suzaku too?

He'd get his answer soon of course once both of them moved into action.

Suzaku moved forwards, shield in hand, obviously it was a defensive weapon, but he could still use his hands and feet to attack. He didn't want to try and hit with the shield because it wasn't made for it, and would hurt Homura.

Keeping the shield close he moved again before aiming a kick at Dave's knee, an attempt to knock him off balance.

Dave quickly side stepped, before the kick could hit its target. He couldn't flashstep like his sister could, but he was glad to see that despite previous matches, his speed wasn't completely hindered yet.

His mind was set on winning and nothing outside of the battle came to mind. He did a horizontal swipe at the others arm. He was purposely trying to get Suzaku to block with the shield.

Dave was fast despite his age, Suzaku turned to face him again and stepped backwards, bringing to sword up to block. Though hopefully since he had stepped away from the sword thrust it would minimize the impact on the shield.

He turned to kick with the other leg, this time aiming higher. A quick jab kick, coming back to behind the shield.

Dave felt the kick connect this time, but it didn't take him down. He quickly took a few steps back to regain his balance before losing it completely. He'd have to be a little more careful. Hits to the legs are probably the worst for him, when he relied on agility more then strength to get through matches. He bolted forward, sword raised to aim another slash at the other.

Suzaku paused behind the shield, waiting for another opening before skipping backwards again, blocking the sword with the shield whilst trying to do as little damage as possible to the shield.

He waited this time, resetting and watching carefully for the next strike.

Dave didn't hesitate going on the offensive, but this time he didn't use the blade. He tried to do a sweep and knock Suzaku off his feet. If he knocked the other over he can try and do a vertical slash at the other. He'd pursue the other if they dodged it.

In the back of his mind, he kind of felt bad. He was throwing everything at the other (especially his apparent rage he didn't know he had), and the other didn't deserve that. But then he idly remembers the sword in his hand belongs to Vriska.

Suzaku dodged the sweep, off balance but not knocked down. Dave was fast and didn't seem to have any qualms about fighting or using Vriska's weapon, it gave him the advantage and Suzaku knew it but he could not let Homura be harmed.

He turned his body, drawing back again so the sword would have limited damage on the shield and then sprung forwards, trying to knock Dave off rhythm by attacking him. He held the shield out to the side and aimed a kick high, towards Dave's chest.

He blocked the kick with ease. He was ready for it that time though, and it still pushed him back. The other could fight, not that he was surprised. But he doubted that Suzaku usually fought with a shield though.

He swung again, a little harder then his last swing. It was apparent that Dave wanted to end this match sooner then later.

He would be right, Suzaku had never fought with a shield. He mostly fought in a Knightmare Frame, though he could fight outside of one it wasn't something he did often.

When the next swing came Suzaku left the shield by his side and stepped into range. He didn't do it on purpose, rather instinctively. He had no idea why, or even that he had moved until he was on the floor in pain.

Honestly, Dave usually waited for them to get back up. But this fight needed to end. The longer they fought the more likely the Weapons would get hurt or either of them would just get more injuries.

He has to tell himself that this wouldn't somehow make the other hate him as he swings at the other, not waiting.

Suzaku wouldn't hate him, sometimes things had to be done. The sword hit him, in what would have been a killing blow if this were a real battle.

The weapons flickered and disapeared, declaring a win for Dave. Suzaku stood up slowly.

Dave immediately moved to help Suzaku up. It was a little hard, him being relatively short compared to Suzaku, but it was the gesture that counted. Dave was a good sport most of the time, and he knew what it's like to be on the losing end of a fight.

Suzaku accepted the help and nodded politely at the boy. "Thank you." He nodded again, "It was a good fight."

Even if he had managed to bungle it at the end.

He nods at Suzaku, not letting go until he was sure the other was steady enough to walk on his own.

It was a fun match. Well, it took his mind off things for a little while.

Suzaku nodded him again before nodding at Homura, glad that she could be with Madoka and walking off.

The match went as he hoped. He was glad he still seemed to be able to win, despite his match before. It meant his endurance was getting better.

But he also felt kind of terrible, because he knew that Suzaku didn't exactly deserve some of those attacks. Dave was annoyed. Angry. He was angry with Vriska. Himself. Everything that's been going on.

The fact he hadn't thrown himself at Vriska was alarming. Apparently his patience is a lot better too. Or his self restraint. But seriously, he wasn't letting Vriska get out of this completely clean. She deserved something. At least, he hoped that it would make him feel better.

As they made their way back to Fortitude dorms, he eventually taps her lightly on the shoulder.

Vriska was still pumped from the fight. Even if she hadn't been the one actually swinging the weapon, watching it had been adrenaline inducing and she was barely coming down from the high of it all. She barely noticed the tap on her shoulder, and considered ignoring it for a brief moment. But he actually won, so she guessed she could deign to actually pay attention to him.

She turned to look at him, continuing to walk, only backwards now. She was pretty sure she wasn't going to run into anything.

"What do you want, Strider? Gonna praise me for being such a great weapon? You don't have to, I already know. But go ahead anyway."

You know, it's so much easier to punch someone when you're positively livid with them and they're acting like a smug bitch. So needless to say, the right hook at her face came pretty smoothly. No second thoughts or anything. Maybe a little shaking, because he was kind of shaking. He was pissed to hell, and it was her fault (at least he was trying to throw the blame onto her even if his heart and mind screamed this was his own fucking fault).

He couldn't even properly convey why he was so pissed so he quickly made glasses over his eyes then pointed in the direction of the dorm Vriska and Jade stayed in.

Fuck you, he didn't care if you didn't get it. He's trying to punch you again.

Pain exploded across her face and her legs crumbled, sending her to the ground even as her anger flared to life. She snarled, grabbing the fist when it comes at her face again.

"The fuck is your problem!"

She scrambled to her feet, fist balling to return the favor, but her eyes focus on the sunglasses he's wearing. She remembered watching John get those shitty things, and they were important to him. She wasn't going to destroy something that was important to John. Her fist un-clenched and she went to yank them off his face before slamming her head forward to headbutt him.

Wow, your head is fucking hard you fucking bitch. He didn't have time to react to her grabbing his sunglasses and just feeling his face hurt a lot suddenly. He wiped blood from his nose, and she'd fucking pay if she broke his nose that bitch. He glared at her, and god damn it. Of all the people to see his eyes first, it was some spider bitch who fucked his life up.

His eyes narrowed, red and probably looking a little more fierce then they usually do. But that wasn't the only thing that was red. The skin around his eyes were irritated and red too, like he had been scrubbing at his face for quite awhile.

Dave didn't give her much time to analyze him though because he's tackling her to the ground. Or at least trying to so he can try and beat her to a bloody pulp.

Vriska screeched, slamming back into the ground. She released her grip on the glasses so she could aim a punch for his face. There was absolutely no way she was going to taking being beaten up without a fight of her own. Who did this douchebag thing he was, punching her for no good reason? She'd make him pay.

"You really picked a fight with the wrong troll if you think you're actually going to win!"

He didn't care about winning. Honestly, if Vriska beat the shit out of him, he wouldn't mind. Maybe the physical pain would numb the emotional pain that he couldn't get rid of. And maybe he wanted to get beat up. But mostly, he just wanted to hurt Vriska. He couldn't do it through emotions, so he had to settle with just punching her and scratching and doing whatever it took if he could at least make her look like shit.

Which is why he didn't bother blocking any of her hits so he can just punch her in whatever available spot was available.

Vriska probably should have been trying to figure out what the hell this was all about, but she didn't really try. She was too concentrated on the fight, and on flipping them over so she's on top to get an advantage and on kneeing him in the gut as she does.

Maybe later she'd worry about what brought this whole thing on, but for now her focus was to come out of this victorious. Like she always does.

He tries to shove her off, which is actually a lot harder from his position. So really, he gives up and aims a punch at one of her eyes. Doesn't matter which. He's going to be really fucking rude and he doesn't care if they start playing dirty.

He can barely remember why they're fighting already. His mind was too mixed up with everything and he just knows he's really angry and since Vriska was there (and he vaguely remembers Vriska was why he was so angry), it was just second nature to lash out physically. Because he can't scream and he can't vocalize his anger. He has to do it physically.

Also, totally scratching at your face. He doesn't have long nails or anything too damaging, but it'll leave marks at least.

He hits her square in her eightfold eye, and it triples the anger she's feeling right now. It took reaching God Tier to get that back, and even if she can't remember how it works, it's fucking important, Dave. She can feel blood pooling from a couple of scratches that actually broke skin.

She grabs for his hair, nails digging into his scalp to try slamming his head back against the ground. The difference is? Her nails are sharp and dangerous.

Haha, oh man, seeing her even angrier feels a little nice. Even if it means he's probably even more fucked then he already was. But that's okay. He came into knowing this shit was going to end worst for him. At least, he knew the chances of him actually winning this fight.

And being mute had its advantages. He couldn't yell or scream in pain, even if his head was swimming as he feels the back of his head slam back against the ground. Dave yanked at her hair roughly so he can drag her face a little closer so he can spit in it. Gross, now you got spit and blood on your face.

She snarls, and there's something extremely feral about it. It's times like these she looks less like a human and more like what her race had expected of her. She scrubs the mixture of her face, free hand moving to grab his throat and dig her nails in. She's kind of glad he can't talk right now. If he tried to beg her at this point, she knows guilt would start eating at her.

Guilt. Goddamn it. What did she have to thinking something stupid like that now?

Dave is seriously tired. His body is catching up with him, and it was probably obvious with how much weaker his hits were becoming gradually. He tries to pry her hands away from his neck, but it was a lot harder then he hoped and he can't even throw her off him.

And this is just really fucking stupid. Fighting her and letting himself get beaten up, because he knew this was how it was going to go. But he was still trying to fight back, even if it was kind of sad and even if it was just really all so ridiculous.

Vriska relents her grip because she's starting to feel sick about the whole thing. When her nails come away flaked with red, she has to look at anything else that isn't Dave or her embarrassing display. She couldn't even kill someone properly now, what the hell? What kind of troll is she if she can't even finish her conflicts anymore? She's so pathetic, she can't even stand herself right now. She's got too many human emotions showing up and she can't deal with it. She's supposed to be a troll, this is wrong. This is weak.

She sits back, hand moving to tentatively touch her eye. Yeah, that shit's gonna bruise. At least it won't last long.

"What the fuck is your malfunction, Strider?"

Edited 2012-01-30 07:53 (UTC)

He just lies there for awhile, taking in what just happened. He punched Vriska in the face. Vriska fought back. They got into the dumbest fist fight they could have gotten themselves into. He feels shittier then he already felt.

Yeah. This was stupid. All of this was stupid. It takes him a moment to realize she asked him a question. God, he's pretty happy that he just can't cry anymore. He'd hate to cry in front of Vriska. Unguarded without his shades. Stuck in a shitty and compromising situation.

He just signs four simple letters from the alphabet.

J-A-D-E.

And he tries to keep his face as passive as he can, but there are so many obvious cracks and he hasn't tried fixing them all yet (and he can't because there's too many).

Jade? Oh. Ohhhhhhhh. Suddenly things are clicking together and making sense. These are the consequences of her manipulating Jade like that. Well, he was pretty fucking pissed and upset, so she guesses it was a success on that front. She hadn't really expected it to come back on her like this, though. The issue of not thinking her decisions through beyond instant gratification.

"It's isn't my fault she believed me. It's pretty pathetic her faith in you could be turned so easily anyway."

She glances over at Dave, and ugh. There's the nagging guilt in the pit of her stomach. How's she going to explain this to John? Oh sorry, Egbert, your best friend punched me so I tried to beat him into the pavement. She drags her hands through her hair, gripping it tightly and tugging on it as her mind scrambles for any excuse she can use. It's hard trying to be a good person when your whole upbringing is telling you to be a murderer. It's hard and nobody understands.

Edited 2012-01-30 08:08 (UTC)

It's funny how she says that, but it's just another tick on his list that he fucked up. If Jade had no faith in him, he must have fucked up big time then. And suddenly getting into a fight with Vriska was dumb. Because it wasn't Vriska's fault. Maybe she brought it up, but it was ultimately because it was his fault.

He sits up finally and might have shoved her a bit, but he slowly gets to his feet. And it's obvious that his body is aching at how gingerly he gets up. He doesn't do anything else though and shoves his hands in his pockets. Dave looked pretty defeated and it looked like he's just done with everything. That Vriska obviously had won and he just didn't want to deal with any of this anymore.

Her gaze follows him and she's about to snap about that shove, because what are they, three sweeps old? That's so childish. But she's distracted because those glasses are gone - she vaguely remembers yanking them off to salvage them in the flurry of movements. He looks a lot different without them on, and she doesn't have to look at this shitty pokerface of his.

That doesn't really help the whole guilt thing, so she looks away as she gets to her feet, dusting herself off and flapping her wings to smooth the crinkles out of them. Which just ends up in a lot more pixie dust on the ground than there is already from the scuffle. She doesn't know what to say so she just leans down to pick the shades up and jab them in his direction.

"If my Eightfold is permanently fucked up because of you, this isn't over."

He doesn't seem to be listening to her at this point. He glances at the shades and finally takes them from her. He places them back on his face and stands there for a minute.

Deciding that he's had enough of being around her for the day, Dave just turns his back on her and starts walking. The direction, completely random. But it probably meant he didn't want to go back to the dorms either, so he's just going to find a quieter place to go.

That's fine with her. The less time she has to spend with him, the less shitty she feels about handing his ass to him. She wants to feel good about it, and she did. Or she does. But that guilty feeling is telling her she shouldn't and that what she did was wrong. She's starting to wonder if it's some inner Egbert voice trying to moirail her, but that's ridiculous. She's just getting fucking soft, that's all.

She moves out of general eyesight, sinking back down to the ground in an alleyway. She doesn't want to go back to the dorms yet, but there's that stupid rule about being out in the city proper unaccompanied by her Player. She's not worried about being caught, it would just be incredibly inconvenient and she doesn't want to deal with it right now. This whole thing is stupid.

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Battle [Thursday]

Dave Strider vs. Suzaku Kururugi

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Sob my heart

<3

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After the Match[Closed to Vriska and Dave]

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LOL lost my shit at Terezi's face

yes good /ruins the seriousness of the situation

I love inappropriate icon choices.

my favorites tbh

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