[SEMI-CLOSED] wretched and wild, all glory and trash.

[killtime]

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⬤ Open TDM Thread ⬤

Who ⬤ Andromache of Enma & likely questionable company!
What ⬤ Bastard woman desperately seeks naps and other thrilling tales
When ⬤ Catch-all for late June, after the events at Kaigo no Bou, and throughout July
Where ⬤ Andy's apartment (derogatory), various other locations in Jigoku-cho
Content Warnings ⬤ Profanity, violence, substance use, sex, etc. To be updated as needed!


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[lemoncandy]

I'll let you decide that for yourself, haha...

( He's definitely nervous, but he's just as excited. A chance to prove himself? He has to be able to do it! So, tomorrow morning is the plan, and if she has nothing more to add currently, he sees no problem with leaving her be for now and showing up tomorrow morning as planned.

So, with a little bow of his head in appreciation, he turns to head out for now. Gotta... secure a spear somewhere... )

[killtime]

[ It's probably strange for an Enma officer of Andy's rank to be able to move around Shuten territory with as much ease as she does — but for some reason, the oni that run the Arena seem well enough acquainted with her, and nobody bats an eyelash when she shows up in the off hours. Instructions are left for Shealtiel to be allowed inside — he has a distinct enough demeanor, they'll recognize him — and in the meantime, Andy heads to the ring.

The Enma armory has a few standard issue weapons available to its officers, and she's made it her habit to borrow from amongst the mediocre but reliable katanas. That's the weapon she wields now. Not, in fact, her weapon of choice — but that's for when she's serious. When she wants to kill. This is just for fun. A simple sword will do.

Her warm-up apparently consists of smoking a cigarette while her blade leans up against the ropes in its sheath. When Shealtiel arrives, she'll be standing there, her hair in a long braid down her back, smoke curling lazily from her mouth. ]

[lemoncandy]

( When Shealtiel arrives, he's holding a spear that Barton had helped him to rent out, and he's wearing a shirt with shorter sleeves than his usual. It means that the scars along his left hand and all the way up his arm are far more visible, but he doesn't seem too bothered by that. He's more focused on brightly looking over to Andy and standing tall and eager. )

G-good afternoon, Miss Inspector Ma'am!

( He's nervous, but it's more because he wants to make a good impression than anything else. He's well trained, he can fight, and though angels don't usually spar, he's been trained by one of the best.

But is that good enough here, where his body has been slightly weakened? He's more durable than a human, but that sword he sees sheathed against her hip is one that could leave scars like any number of the ones along his arm. It doesn't require demonic or angelic energy like it did before. So he has to be careful, right?

He stands the spear against the ground, bowing his head a little in respect. )

I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long. Are there any rules?

[killtime]

[ She watches him as he approaches her, letting her eyes trail along the length of that spear with some mild interest. Not a bad choice of weapon — he'll definitely have the advantage of reach. She'll have to be mindful of that, more so now that she would have needed to if she still had her powers. But all this time down in hell, and she hasn't asked the Enma to give her anything back just yet. Makes her as good as mortal. Just a human woman, and little more than that.

Still, there's something about the way she carries herself. Something calm and steady. When she reaches to draw her sword, her grip is comfortable, the motion effortless in the way that comes from experience. ]

We should probably stop short of killing each other. [ Dryly, as she drops her dwindling cigarette to the ground and snuffs it out under her boot: ] Let's go until someone draws first blood. That way, Captain Shiki won't give me shit for getting someone maimed.

[ She settles into a loose ready stance. ]

Ready to show me what you've got?

[lemoncandy]

I'd appreciate that.

( The way she talks about it is a little terrifying, but it's not so surprising coming from a human. He tries to push those thoughts down, to focus on what's in front of him. Not just "some human" like it used to be. A teammate here. Someone he has to be able to rely on. Who he hopes can rely on him.

With that mental pep talk, he shifts his stance and his eyes look much more serious now. )

I'm ready.

( As soon as he's given the okay, he races to come at her with his all. He's not going to stand back and be defensive. Instead, it's slashes, stabs, jumps, winding his body and taking any stumbles in stride. He's not used to sparring, exactly, but he has certainly trained. And there's something he has to prove here, so determination is high. )

[killtime]

[ Humans are a reckless lot, and Andy more than most. Hard to say if that's purely because of the curse or something more innate than that — though maybe the technicalities don't matter much, in the moment. With her immortality taken from her, she's left with the bad habits of the last several thousand years and only her sheer balls to back it all up. She should probably care more about risking life and limb, but it's hard when you've spent centuries growing numb to grievous injury. She can't regenerate anymore — but she's still Andromache of Scythia. Still battle-hungry. Still stupid. Still good enough with a blade to get away with that.

Besides, this is her idea of fun.

Hers is an aggression that builds. Her motions seem almost automatic at first, thoughtless and habitual — muscle memory, mostly — but he's keeping up, pushing her even, and it's almost tangible, the moment she starts pushing back. It's work, compensating for the difference in reach between his weapon and hers, but she's more than willing to earn it. The arena fills with the sound of clashing metal. ]

Come on. [ She taunts, something like amusement gleaming in her eye. ] We'll be here all fucking day at this rate.