It's Time to D-D-D-

[calmthefoxdown]

WHO: Gold and some guy he found playing with pots and YOU
WHERE: Dining Area
WHEN: Day 1, Afternoon

[ What happens during a live, I guess we're finding out. ]

[ If you were around the dining area a little earlier, you might have heard this going down. Now, Gold's MEDIA ATTENTION app has been activated, which broadcasts him in possibly the most unenthusiastic tone for a guy about to engage in a frying pan fight. ]

Unit member Gold of unit Avante en Garde, active. For the honor of my ears being spared the sounds of pots and pans clanging into each other for however long you planned to keep building that tower, I challenge you to a duel.

(( OOC: Duet is raiding but will be responding once she's done in a couple of hours. For now you're stuck with this loser. Incoming yugioh! ))

Comments

[calmthefoxdown]

[ Taking that hit to the arm because FOR SOME REASON his body doesn't respond to its swings being interrupted. He is at least quick to jump back and get some space between them, rubbing his definitely-going-to-be-bruised arm. ]

What the fuck you said it barely hurt you fucking liar.

[ Pain apparently turns off his vulgarity filter. ]

[rollwithdisadvantage]

[True. He was lying.]

It hurt less than getting punched by Giraffe.

[Opening his arms wide.]

Come on then.

[calmthefoxdown]

'Tch, lying shit.

[ Going to straight up softball-throw his frying pan at his stomach; spoilers Gold was a volleyball spiker in a previous life so he's got a killer arm for spikes. ]

[rollwithdisadvantage]

[Welp. Looks like the only injury icon I have is the one where he's on fire. Well, here ya go.

He keeps up his 'hit me invitation' and takes the frying pan squarely. And boy, oh boy, does that hurt and knock him on his ass his own pan hitting the floor with a clatter.

He sits up holding his stomach and then starts to laugh.]

Come now. No hard feelings.

[calmthefoxdown]

[ Well when you act like that Gold's momentary anger dies down, and with a last exhale out extinguishes completely. ]

[ And maybe feels a little bad now, enough to go over and offer a hand. ]

Shit- you okay?

[rollwithdisadvantage]

[Picking up both discarded pan in one hand and taking the offered hand in the other.]

I'm fine.

[No definitely not fine physically, but he is super content.]

Didn't expect you to throw it. Nice move.

[calmthefoxdown]

Something about that felt more natural than swinging it around.

[ Giving his abdomen a glance though. ]

[rollwithdisadvantage]

[Lifting up his shirt after dealing with hot topic buckles and such. Yep. That sure is turning a greenish purple. There are also these much older five prong scars that form a half moon.]

Well now you have one more clue to your mysterious past. And we've completed one of these 'live' things. Pretty good for day one.

[calmthefoxdown]

... You're not bleeding internally, are you?

[rollwithdisadvantage]

Hope not. Time will tell.

[calmthefoxdown]

Let me know.

Someone said to put some ice on it to help. Let's go get some for both of us.

[rollwithdisadvantage]

Do they even have ice or just that gruel that is an excuse for food?

[calmthefoxdown]

We can make some if not.

[rollwithdisadvantage]

Good enough.

[Getting to one side to see how badly bruised his sparring partner's arm is.]

[calmthefoxdown]

[ Probably not as bad as the one Gold left on him, but it's definitely going to sting for a long while. ]

[ Gonna look for some bags to drop whatever ice they find/make into in the kitchen. ]