come the fuck on
Feb. 22nd, 2015 12:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
It's a bright New England winter day. Xan and Leo have elected to take the tunnels from Poe dorm to the Powers Theory classroom, because regardless of their Exemplar ratings, they're still from California and it's eight degrees out. And the tunnels have central heating. Glorious, glorious central heating.
In the middle of an extended diatribe against artificial turf, Xan opens the door to Schuester Hall, which is... not the door to Schuester Hall.
Xan peers at it. "Are we being pranked or something? Has someone not been informed that I piss napalm?"
"You bleed napalm," notes Leo. "If you were pissing it we'd have a medical issue on our hands. Somebody could've thrown up an illusion, but I don't really see the point of replacing Schuester with... a bar? With some chick inside? Like, what, we're going to whip out our fake IDs and get in trouble? But Mom always says that if you can't see the point of a trap then whoever set it is smarter than you are. Let's go down the hall and take the south door."
"Jesus Christ," Xan mutters, hauling Leo in by the arm. "Let's avoid the cool-as-shit magic bar, he says. You're such a fucking girl."
Leo makes a noise of protest. "I'm working on that! And I object to your manhandling!"
"Shut up."
"Okay."
They behold the bar. It's a very nice bar. It has a window to some exploding stars. "Huh. I'm... pretty sure that's magic of some kind," notes Leo.
"So am I, dipshit, we're both wizards."
"Just making conversation."
In the middle of an extended diatribe against artificial turf, Xan opens the door to Schuester Hall, which is... not the door to Schuester Hall.
Xan peers at it. "Are we being pranked or something? Has someone not been informed that I piss napalm?"
"You bleed napalm," notes Leo. "If you were pissing it we'd have a medical issue on our hands. Somebody could've thrown up an illusion, but I don't really see the point of replacing Schuester with... a bar? With some chick inside? Like, what, we're going to whip out our fake IDs and get in trouble? But Mom always says that if you can't see the point of a trap then whoever set it is smarter than you are. Let's go down the hall and take the south door."
"Jesus Christ," Xan mutters, hauling Leo in by the arm. "Let's avoid the cool-as-shit magic bar, he says. You're such a fucking girl."
Leo makes a noise of protest. "I'm working on that! And I object to your manhandling!"
"Shut up."
"Okay."
They behold the bar. It's a very nice bar. It has a window to some exploding stars. "Huh. I'm... pretty sure that's magic of some kind," notes Leo.
"So am I, dipshit, we're both wizards."
"Just making conversation."
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Date: 2015-08-01 02:15 am (UTC)After the refreshments have passed, Leo faces off against Damara in a circle in the middle of the arena. He assumes the crane pose and issues an ironic anime martial arts beckon.
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Date: 2015-08-01 03:20 am (UTC)And then she goes for the safest move she can think of to open up the fight, a punch towards his balls.
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Date: 2015-08-01 03:23 am (UTC)He's fast, but he's not some blurry-limbed ninja. Also, his form's pretty sloppy for a Whateley kid.
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Date: 2015-08-01 03:40 am (UTC)She kicks at his leg, not hard enough to break anything but hard enough to trip him.
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Date: 2015-08-02 04:08 pm (UTC)Her breathing is steady and measured, anyone with martial arts experience who looks at Damara could tell that she has been very well trained. She switches styles entirely, very suddenly closing the distance between them as opposed to dancing around him. She aims an elbow strike in Leo's stomach, hoping to knock the air out of his lungs.
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Date: 2015-09-24 05:17 am (UTC)"This- isn't my- specialty, you know! I'm a freaking wizard!"
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Date: 2015-09-24 05:29 am (UTC)The kiss elicits a perplexed expression, some wavering in his stance, and an attempt at a close-in gut punch, in roughly that order.
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