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[OPEN] Soldier On--
Who: Serph and YOU
Where: The Park
When: November 14th, afternoon
Style: [brackets] preferred, but I can adjust
Status: WIDE OPEN
[It's been quite some time since Sera's departure, and since then, there have been others -- both Tribe and friends -- who have left Vatheon and not returned. Serph doesn't know if they'll return. Maybe they will. Maybe they won't. In the end, the decision isn't in his hands.
Before, there hadn't been time for these departures to affect him.
Which is why he's in the park, kicking a hacky sack. Signless had taught him the game when he'd noticed Serph watching him, so many months ago. In some ways, this is an imitation of that time; while Serph's content to play on his own, he's more than happy to play with people passing by.
Will you join in?]
Where: The Park
When: November 14th, afternoon
Style: [brackets] preferred, but I can adjust
Status: WIDE OPEN
[It's been quite some time since Sera's departure, and since then, there have been others -- both Tribe and friends -- who have left Vatheon and not returned. Serph doesn't know if they'll return. Maybe they will. Maybe they won't. In the end, the decision isn't in his hands.
Before, there hadn't been time for these departures to affect him.
Which is why he's in the park, kicking a hacky sack. Signless had taught him the game when he'd noticed Serph watching him, so many months ago. In some ways, this is an imitation of that time; while Serph's content to play on his own, he's more than happy to play with people passing by.
Will you join in?]
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Vatheon can be divided into four sectors. Quadrant leaders are directly in charge of those assigned to their sector.
[Very much like a captain, really.]
Should anything happen to me, they will lead the Defense Force.
[With the other two leaders disappearing in succession, maybe it's only a matter of time...]
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Is there anything else I should know?
[Malik rubs his chin. In many ways, joining the defense force will give him purpose again. He may have been reluctant at first, but he's quickly liking the idea.]
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I will give you further debriefing when we sort out the paperwork. It will be easier to show you the roster with members, assigned locations and their skills then.
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Are you going to toss me that hacky sack or are you just going to hold onto it? [He smiles a little.]
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I also wanted to thank you for stopping and helping with Hubert's murder no too long ago.
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It was no trouble.
[For a moment, Serph looks up at the watery 'ceiling' of Vatheon. He's been here for quite a long time, now... He turns his attention back to Malik.]
I do not wish to see this place become a land of killing.
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[With Serph paying attention to his movements, Malik passes the small ball to him.]
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I'm interested in seeing your weapon in action.
[Is he right in assuming Hubert and Malik are closer than acquaintances, at least?]
Would you be up for a spar?
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Serph's intuition is correct. Hubert and Malik fought alongside each other for quite a while. However, they were brought up in two very different countries and their fighting techniques are significantly different.]
Sure.
[Malik smiles as he takes his bladerang from his back and readies it in his hand.]
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Feel free to use magic. My demon is resilient.
[By most standards, anyway. But with that said, he completes the transformation -- his demon is just over a foot taller than his human form -- and goes straight for a punch aimed at Malik's chest. Serph won't use any of his hidden blades in this spar; those blades are designed for killing.]
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He positions his blade across his chest, using it to deflect the punch. He uses the inertia from the contact to help propel him backward as he leaps away to gain some distance between them.
Counting on Serph's agility to be spared any real injury, he throws his bladerang towards the demon. It spins almost of its own accord on a direct course towards him.]
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Serph can sense Malik's backward leap with sharp clarity. But he cannot sense the movement of the bladerang as well. Serph makes a quick estimate of its arc. Now would be an ideal time to close the gap between Malik and himself while the weapon is out of his hands, but Serph's aware his increased size makes it difficult to get in unscathed.
Serph opts to step back -- he slightly underestimates the outside edge of the weapon's arc, leading it to cut shallowly into the unscaled part of his upper right arm -- and lets out a hiss. The only other warning Malik has is the rapid drop in temperature around him before an icicle bursts from the ground beneath him.]
And the fight continues a few days later! Sorry!
The sudden change in temperature gives him some warning, just enough to prevent being impaled. His focus for the spell he had been readying falls apart as dodges to the side. The icy protrusion comes close enough to pierce his pant leg and inflict a lengthy scratch along his calf. The cloth tears as he finishes his leap away, leaving a patch of green cloth on Serph's icicle.
The bleeding looks worse than the actual wound as he catches his returning blade. Wasting no time, he begins another spell. Red lengths of energy appear around Serph, coalescing into chains to bind him.]
No worries! I know you were busy the last few days
Serph ignores it with practised ease.
He's able to sense the energy of Malik's spell in much greater clarity than he could sense Malik's bladerang -- he's having some trouble pinpointing that weapon's current location -- so he strides forward in an attempt to both avoid the energy and to close the distance between Malik and himself; Malik has thus far demonstrated that he is more comfortable keeping a distance from his opponent. But Serph is caught in the spell, and finds his movements restricted.
Serph doesn't know how long the spell will last -- it seems foolhardy to wait it out -- but after observing the magic of others in Vatheon, whose magic are far less quickly released compared to his world's, perhaps breaking Malik's concentration will weaken the spell's hold on him. Serph's fingers are still able to move, and that's what's important. Opening the Divine Scroll in his mind, it takes a split second for his right hand's index finger to draw a circle with a line through it before closing the mental scroll. Though Malik wouldn't be able to see the drawing itself, he'd be able to see the results -- a fireworks-like bomb appearing out of thin air in front of him.
If Malik is familiar with Amaterasu or Chibiterasu's Celestial Brush Techniques, then he will recognise it as Cherry Bomb. Regardless, Serph's fingertip drips with black ink, not unlike the ink the two sun dogs use.]
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Though completed, his Spectral Chain spell doesn't last forever. It fades, releasing Serph at just about the same time as the bomb explodes - sending sparks, fire, and smoke in all directions.
After the initial blast, a slightly soot covered bladerang slices through the pyrotechnic haze on a course for where Serph had just been bound.]
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Serph closes the gap between Malik and himself quickly -- he can cover ground much faster with the extra height and power in this form -- and reaches to grab Malik. The smoky haze from the Cherry Bomb has little effect on Serph's ability to locate Malik; Serph can still sense his opponent's location clearly.
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The bladerang reaches its intended location, now empty of Serph, and begins its return arc.]
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The force of the impact itself is enough to stun Serph for a split second, but it won't occupy his attention for long; he'll try and prevent Malik from putting distance between them.]
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Serph is fast and has been very effective in preventing Malik from getting the distance he needs in order to be most effective with his magic. He also noticed how quickly he seemed to react to magic and how Serph seemed to be less able to dodge his bladerang. His only chance is to recover his weapon. Without it - the only thing he has left are his fists.]
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Serph can feel the weapon stuck between the plating on this back, and though he can't sense its shape properly, he has a good idea of where it is due to it restricting some of his movement. Reaching to yank the bladerang out with his left hand, Serph pulls it out and holds on to it tightly as he takes a step away from Malik. The cutting edge near the grip slices into his index finger, but Serph ignores it.]
Do you yield?
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He decides to concede. It's only a friendly spar after all, though he is a little concerned over Serph's pincushion wounds.
He smiles a little and holds up a hand.]
I yield.
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He holds out Malik's bladerang for him to take back.]
Are you alright?
[His gaze flickers to the wound on Malik's leg.]
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I'll be fine. It looks worse than it is. It's just a scratch.
[He dusts himself off.]
But you though... [He looks over Serph.] not a visible mark. You're not kidding about being tough.
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I was fortunate.
[If the bladerang had struck lower in his back, then there would definitely be a visible wound.]
Your weapon is difficult for me to detect.
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