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Who:
alittlegreedy and the
aladyknight
Where: Discedo; Horizon Park
When: Backdated to a few days ago!
Rating: R for violence, possible swearing.
Summary: Greed and Prussia duke it out to determine who "owns" Discedo.
The Log: He still couldn't believe he was going to fight a girl.
The thought of it was a touch mortifying, but since she'd absolutely insisted-- well, who was he to continuously deny her, when apparently the sake of his ownership rested on it? Certainly not him. There was time to lick his moral wounds later. And it was always going to a little weird for him to have to engage in these "duels" in the first place, but evidently he'd lost much of his silver tongue in the past few months. It was a pain, but necessary. All in time.
So Greed waited where they'd agreed to meet: the park. Everything was as it always was, gloomy and dreadful and generally not someplace you'd think two people would want to fight over; save for the occasional ghost flitting between the ruined stumps of trees. That was new. Fortunately, not much deterred him from.. well, anything, and thus he simply stood with hands in leather pockets as he anticipated her arrival.
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Where: Discedo; Horizon Park
When: Backdated to a few days ago!
Rating: R for violence, possible swearing.
Summary: Greed and Prussia duke it out to determine who "owns" Discedo.
The Log: He still couldn't believe he was going to fight a girl.
The thought of it was a touch mortifying, but since she'd absolutely insisted-- well, who was he to continuously deny her, when apparently the sake of his ownership rested on it? Certainly not him. There was time to lick his moral wounds later. And it was always going to a little weird for him to have to engage in these "duels" in the first place, but evidently he'd lost much of his silver tongue in the past few months. It was a pain, but necessary. All in time.
So Greed waited where they'd agreed to meet: the park. Everything was as it always was, gloomy and dreadful and generally not someplace you'd think two people would want to fight over; save for the occasional ghost flitting between the ruined stumps of trees. That was new. Fortunately, not much deterred him from.. well, anything, and thus he simply stood with hands in leather pockets as he anticipated her arrival.