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[theyregooddogs]

Who: Everyone
Where: Anywhere
When: Day 62

[Another day in paradise, huh? If you happen to be outside (or actually have windows in your dorms), you can enjoy the sight of snow gently falling down. It's not sticking, but it does look idyllic.]

[This is a mingle, friends. Notifs are off, go wild.]

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[foolmetwice]

[just. blinks blearily for a moment, before responding with a perfectly bland]

I prefer pineapple.

[floriographys]

Who doesn't?

But I'm just not sweet enough to be pineapple.

[foolmetwice]

You're probably not sweet enough to be any kind of fruit.

[he says bluntly, and without any filter]

[floriographys]

Ever had a lemon?

[He doesn't mind it, really. At least he's being honest!]

Anyway, I'm suuuuper flattered that you were worried about me, but stop bothering me now! Thanks!

[foolmetwice]

Don't know. Don't remember.

[. . . also, 100% the quickest way to get Mars to stick around: tell him to go away]

Last time I checked, I could go wherever I wanted to in this place.

[floriographys]

[Nya giggles.]

You can, but that doesn't mean there won't be consequences.

[Still smiling, he pulls his knife out.]

You get healed at any point?

[foolmetwice]

[. . . hm. is he about to get stabbed]

[his gaze is immediately drawn towards the knife, but he doesn't move, nor show any sign of fear]

. . . one of my unitmates paid for it, yeah.

[floriographys]

Oh good!

I can undo that, then. [Well, he's not being so anmoying know so Nya isn't going to do anything yet. Still holding his knife out though.]

You should be nicer to me.

1/2

[foolmetwice]

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[foolmetwice]

[shifts from one foot to the next, mostly to prepare himself just in case, but. still not retreating]

I'm not nice to anyone.

[:/!]

It's kind of my thing.

[floriographys]

[Nya isn't feeling very forgiving right now. So... he lunges forward, knife ahead of him.]

[foolmetwice]

[FORTUNATELY, he was prepared for that. and while he doesn't remember battle reflexes, he has instincts and muscle memory! he ducks to the side to dodge that lunge as quickly as he can, immediately pivoting on his heel to face Nya again, backing up as he does so]

[his expression is lighting up]

Too slow--!

[floriographys]

[Oh boy! Now, this was something exciting. Not someone running and screaming or trying to convince him to stop.

So he'll go for a second strike, this time sweeping his arm to a side.]

So cocky...

[foolmetwice]

[AND THIS TIME. . . there's a flash of light originating from Mars's belt, and the sound of metal clanging against metal]

[Nya's knife winds up hitting a much larger dagger. or. . . a sword??? IDK WHAT IT IS. IT'S A HEART WEAPON, THAT'S ALL THAT MATTERS]

Do you pick fights like this often?

[shoves against his weapon to try and throw Nya off balance]

Not that I'm complaining.

[why WOULD he run away screaming or try to get Nya to stop, this is GREAT]

[floriographys]

[Yesss!!!

This is so much better than just stabbing a man!]

No, this is my first time~

Be gentle with me, hee hee!

[He doesn't actually mean that. He's going to recklessly continue try to stab the guy.]

[foolmetwice]

Ha! Kind of creepy, but okay.

[aaaaand this is the part where actual battle skills are necessary, not just instinct and muscle memory. he’s probably gonna get stabbed. at some point]

[nevertheless, Mars stumbles back and arcs his own weapon towards wherever Nya’s blade flies, to knock it away. his movements are awkward, clunky, but hey!! he’s trying]

[floriographys]

[You know what's funny???

Jun Kurosu never was a fighter. He threw flowers and all that, but this whole thing isn't in his repertoire of skills. He just didn't care!

And so when the big weird knife hits his much smaller knife, it not only knocks it from his hand, but also hits his hand a bit, making a bit of a bloody mess.]

Ohoho...! That's what's charming about me, don't you think?

[foolmetwice]

[he should be more worried about that injury, but. instead, he draws back, squaring his stance with his weapon twirling in his hand, muscles tense for another counter]

For a certain definition of charming, sure. . .!

[. . . and then he rushes forward again, although only to drive his foot into Nya's side in an attempt to send him sprawling]

[floriographys]

[Nya doesn't need to worry about the injury. He's healing it already. What a helpful power set!

Speaking of helpful power sets, he's going to use his other power to just start undoing the healing done on Mars... before he gets kicked, sending him to the ground, where he just lays there, laughing.]

[foolmetwice]

[uuUUUUUUHHHH]

[yeah the sharp pain that streaks through Mars's ribs is pretty telling, especially when it's accompanied by the feeling of being punched in the lungs, all of the air in same rushing out of him like a balloon. he gasps and wheezes, stumbles to his knees, and just]

[kind of breaks out into more coughing?? THANKS, HE DIDN'T WANT THOSE BROKEN RIBS AND/OR PUNCTURED LUNG]

[floriographys]

[NOW NO ONE WINS!

Nya remains on the ground for some time before rolling over, looking to the guy.]

I told you. You should be nicer to me.

[foolmetwice]

[AND HE DIDN'T EVEN GET STABBED]

[gasping for breath, managing to wheeze out weak]

Seriously?!

[floriographys]

[Nya looks real smug about it. It's a shame the guy didn't just fall apart like he imagined some of the older idols would with that power.]

Are you really... complaining after I pulled a knife on you?

[foolmetwice]

G— getting stabbed is something I at least know how to avoid. . .!

[sort of]

[THIS?? CHEATING!!]

[floriographys]

And if you hadn't avoided it... you'd be in a similar situation.

[He's going to crawl over to his knife now. Not to continue the fight but just because it's a very cute knife and he likes it.]

If you're going to use your powers, you should expect others to.