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

[killtime]

⬤ Permissions Post ⬤
⬤ 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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Comments

[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.