Post by Super Smash Cat Inc on Jul 23, 2020 19:34:24 GMT -5
Post match and post shower, Catalina sulks through the Carnage Arena, clutching the four buffalo chicken pizzas she got from Lucy Wylde. She has her Charmander hood pulled up and mutters bitterly to herself.
"Stupid count out. Stupid Trent Steel. Stupid devastating finishing move borrowed from Marlowe and creatively renamed."
Post by Kohaku Fujihara =^.^= on Jul 25, 2020 9:05:35 GMT -5
"You need any help with those?"
The voice greeting Catalina was friendly and cheerful, which made it a fine match for the person who it belonged to. Especially considering who Kohaku Fujihara was actually looking for. But the giant hulk of a man was proving curiously hard to find, and the fox-like young man was hardly the sort to leave a colleague in a bad mood.
Post by Super Smash Cat Inc on Jul 25, 2020 13:31:27 GMT -5
"AH!"
Catalina screeched at the sight of Kohaku Fujihara, backing against the corridor wall and clutching her pizzas like they were the One Ring. She eyed him suspiciously.
"When you say help, do you mean the kind of help where it's implied I'll give you a couple of slices? Because Lucy Wylde and I had an agreement over Twitter that she would buy four buffalo chicken pizzas specifically for me."
Post by Kohaku Fujihara =^.^= on Jul 25, 2020 22:41:28 GMT -5
"You cut me to the quick. I merely meant 'help' as in, that is a lot of pizza you've got there, can I help you carry it to your car. The insinuation that I'm trying in any way to get my dirty paws on what Ms. Wylde specifically got for you is incorrect and hurtful."
Leaning back against the wall, Kohaku put the back of one hand to his forehead, expression and posture completely dramatic.
"Of course if you were willing to give me a slice or two out of the goodness of your heart, I wouldn't say no."
Post by Super Smash Cat Inc on Jul 26, 2020 14:27:03 GMT -5
"Full disclosure, bro. I am a VERY adept negotiator."
Catalina glared with unspoken accusation, but relented after fumbling with her pizzas, managing to keep the stack more or less in place and her bag still positioned over one shoulder.
"Shit, fine. This is really hard, so I'm willing to accept your assistance at a rate of one slice, with the potential for a second slice provided these all survive transport. If you intend to take any of my pizzas and run, be advised that not only am I an accomplished wrestler but I also own multiple swords. Are the terms acceptable?"
Post by Kohaku Fujihara =^.^= on Jul 26, 2020 21:00:26 GMT -5
"Make it three slices and I'll buy you a Coke at any specified future date, and if you don't like Coke, my offer stands for any equivalent 20 ounce soda pop."
His eyes glinted with a playful light, and he took the boxes, holding onto them with a keen sense of balance.
Post by Super Smash Cat Inc on Jul 27, 2020 0:13:31 GMT -5
"Two sodas at two specified future dates and you've got yourself a deal. I'll also bring my replica Master Sword to the arena and show it to you. I'll probably need it for my WAR match anyway. Cat's fine, although I try to stick to introducing myself this way..."
Catalina took out her phone, thumbing through a few pictures and holding it up to reveal a gif of CATALINA CORTES flashing in red.
"A good bit is all about commitment, y'know? Although really that's more for showmanship and not when I'm talking to another human being one-on-one. But it's great for social anxiety and makes meeting new people awkward for everyone and not just me."
Post by Kohaku Fujihara =^.^= on Jul 30, 2020 13:09:17 GMT -5
"That's fine. I mean, when you think about it, all human interaction is awkward. Two people go up to each other and make specially calibrated face noises at each other in hopes that said face noises will be agreeable to each other. That's true even for the most confident of people. Also hell yes I want to see your Master Sword."
His gait as he walks is casual, not exactly a swagger but not without a certain amount of natural poise.
"I like the phone idea. I don't have a flashy picture, though, and my hands are full anyway, so I'll just face noise that you can call me Ko if you want to. Some people think 'Kohaku' is a bit of a mouthful."
(OOC: Sorry about the late reply, I was on vacation ^^() )
Post by Mitch 'The Broken' Heart on Aug 3, 2020 21:47:52 GMT -5
There was a sudden loud clatter as the door to the Carnage Arena was kicked open. Despite the heat, the person who stormed in was wearing a beaten up leather jacket, from the looks of it for safety purposes rather than looking cool. His boots stomped down the hallway, blue glass eyes wild, teeth clenched and hissing breath through them, fists, sheathed in leather fingerless gloves, balled up tight. His hair was mussed up and his forehead was dappled with sweat.
"Where. Is. Leon."
He figured the younger man would be around somewhere. He wanted- no, needed- a word with him before their match.
There was a sudden loud clatter as the door to the Carnage Arena was kicked open. Despite the heat, the person who stormed in was wearing a beaten up leather jacket, from the looks of it for safety purposes rather than looking cool. His boots stomped down the hallway, blue glass eyes wild, teeth clenched and hissing breath through them, fists, sheathed in leather fingerless gloves, balled up tight. His hair was mussed up and his forehead was dappled with sweat.
"Where. Is. Leon."
He figured the younger man would be around somewhere. He wanted- no, needed- a word with him before their match.
One of the attendants for the facility who was busy prepping it for the upcoming match, informed Mitch of the Oracle's whereabouts. Directed to the ring, Mitch finds Silvio doing a little pacing around the perimeter, seemingly lost in thought with, of all things, a tape measure in hand. The young man mutters lowly under his breath as he contemplates the dimensions of the canvas, glancing from turnbuckle to turnbuckle. As he hears Mitch enter, he looks up, blinking in surprise.
"Oh! Hey! How's...it going..."
As Mitch approaches, Silvio notes the decidedly upsetti spaghetti expression on the brawler's face, and hears a voice echoing in his head.
Post by Mitch 'The Broken' Heart on Aug 3, 2020 22:15:13 GMT -5
Mitch didn't waste a second. Eyes blazing, he charged at Silvio, launching himself at a short distance into a vicious spear that sent them both crashing to the thin layer of padding that surrounded the ring. Pulling himself up slightly until he was on his knees at the Oracle's side, the Detroit brawler looked down into the other man's face, snarled, and slammed his fist into the pad right beside Silvio's left ear.
Mitch's expression was an unsettling twist of fury, but his voice was low and quiet, just for them to hear.
"How did you find out about my sister, you fucking sneak? Was that some kind of a goddamn threat?"
Post by mystifyingoracle on Aug 3, 2020 22:22:55 GMT -5
Silvio didn't have time to prepare himself, taking the full force of Mitch's attack. Breath knocked from his lungs as he slammed against the ground, he couldn't immediately answer, blinking the spots from his eyes. He winces as the Broken Heart's fist collides with the pad next to his ear.
"What," he gasps, trying to focus on the steely eyes glaring daggers down at him, "are you talking...about..?"
OHHHHH. OH, NO. WE THOUGHT THIS MIGHT HAPPEN SOONER OR LATER. MAYBE YOU'VE BEEN TOO GOOD AT THIS ORACLE THING.
Silvio didn't have time to prepare himself, taking the full force of Mitch's attack. Breath knocked from his lungs as he slammed against the ground, he couldn't immediately answer, blinking the spots from his eyes. He winces as the Broken Heart's fist collides with the pad next to his ear.
"What," he gasps, trying to focus on the steely eyes glaring daggers down at him, "are you talking...about..?"
OHHHHH. OH, NO. WE THOUGHT THIS MIGHT HAPPEN SOONER OR LATER. MAYBE YOU'VE BEEN TOO GOOD AT THIS ORACLE THING.
"...what...sister..?"
"Don't play stupid with me, Leon."
His breath hissed through is teeth. At this proximity, Silvio could probably smell sweat, bike exhaust, and asphalt. He must have come directly here from his 8 hour trek from Detroit.
"Your dumb little magic card reading. The World. I don't know how the hell you found out but I thought better of you. Shows how fucking smart I am."
Post by mystifyingoracle on Aug 3, 2020 22:48:07 GMT -5
"I'm not...playing stupid," Silvio insists, trying to lever himself up onto his elbows.
OH HO HO HO. NOW YOU HAVE FUCKED UP.
"The cards show me what the cards show me. I don't have any control over that; I just relay what they say."
He hisses through his teeth in pain for a moment, one arm wrapping around his mid-section as if to alleviate the agony now throbbing with every heartbeat. Whatever else was happening with Mitch, clearly Silvio had hit a nerve, and he was paying the price for it.
"I'm sorry if it hit too close to home. Hell, I don't even want to be fighting you in the first place, but that's the business,right? We don't always get to choose. I swear to God I didn't know about your sister."