Absinthe
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Post by Absinthe on Feb 14, 2023 19:23:01 GMT -6
After traveling very quickly through space for a while, the Angel Absinthe had finally chosen a destination! Perhaps going alone may have been a bit of a bold move, but, she believed in her ability to quell conflict.
The ship would come flying in at a speed meant for crash-landing...however by some miracle it would land safely and in tact.
Absinthe was either favoured by fate or just very, very lucky.
She would exit her vehicle, breathing in the smells of the planet and smiling to herself. It was nice here.
Well other than that corpse over there.
"A clan must be near." she'd murmur to herself, starting to wander in search of a path.
"Locating the local inhabitants is my first priority."
She'd give herself a serious nod. Ready for business!
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Post by Pain Killer on Feb 15, 2023 7:40:38 GMT -6
Bam.
Bam.
BAM!
The pounding sound of something impacting the ground over and over steadily gets closer, until Zephyr lands with a heavy thud a small distance away.
He looks around, notices the purple woman, then starts walking closer.
"Fight me."
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Absinthe
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Post by Absinthe on Feb 15, 2023 8:06:26 GMT -6
Wonderful!
Absinthe would smile softly at the man approaching her in an intimidating way.
A fight was the custom here...she didn't want to be rude.
"Very well." she'd nod before pointing at him.
"A battle of wits, then!"
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Post by Pain Killer on Feb 15, 2023 8:12:29 GMT -6
Oh good.
Zephyr cracks his knuckles, walks closer and...
wait.
"...of what?"
What.
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Absinthe
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Post by Absinthe on Feb 15, 2023 9:17:38 GMT -6
"Of wits." she repeats.
That'll solve the confusion.
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Post by Pain Killer on Feb 15, 2023 9:48:15 GMT -6
"...how do you fight like that?"
That sounds weird and unnatural.
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Absinthe
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Post by Absinthe on Feb 15, 2023 9:59:56 GMT -6
"I'll make it simple! But first...how many rounds?"
Gotta make sure they set some ground rules.
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Post by Pain Killer on Feb 15, 2023 10:11:21 GMT -6
Rounds?
Oh, it must be like that fight he'd had with that small guy who teleported them away.
It'll be weird but he can handle it.
"Three."
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Absinthe
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Post by Absinthe on Feb 15, 2023 10:21:55 GMT -6
"Three! It's settled." she nods.
"Then my last question before we begin, do you wish to partake in the same battle all three times, or, unique ones?"
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Post by Pain Killer on Feb 15, 2023 10:34:08 GMT -6
This is so complicated his mind is already spinning.
"...uh... the.. same?"
What is even happening.
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Absinthe
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Post by Absinthe on Feb 15, 2023 10:35:43 GMT -6
"Same battle, three times!" she repeats, making sure it's understood even though he looks very confused.
"If you win, I will follow your customs and join your clan. If I win, I wish to safely question you and your entire clan. Do you accept?"
Either way she wins.
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Post by Pain Killer on Feb 15, 2023 10:41:42 GMT -6
Zephyr opens his mouth, pauses, then nods.
This seemed fair. Plus he didn't need to leave his clan if he lost this weird fight.
"I agree."
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Absinthe
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Post by Absinthe on Feb 15, 2023 11:04:02 GMT -6
"Excellent. The rules are simple. Rock-" she holds out a fist. "Beats scissors." she holds out two fingers. "Scissors beats paper." she holds her hand flat. "And paper beats Rock." she brings her hand back into a fist.
"We must discern which the other will pick and try to beat them with the stronger option. Do you understand?"
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Post by Pain Killer on Feb 15, 2023 11:06:29 GMT -6
"Rock. Paper. Scissors."
Zephyr mimes the hand movements as he says them, then nods.
He only really knows what one of those are.
"Alright. Beat with the stronger option. Got it."
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Post by Absinthe on Feb 15, 2023 11:08:46 GMT -6
"You're a fearsome opponent. You understood so quickly, I may be in trouble." she flatters before placing one hand behind her back.
"Alright. We will say Rock, paper, scissors...and then reveal our choices at the same time."
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