Post by Dante Oakflesh on Aug 14, 2013 21:15:15 GMT -5
Dante languidly stretched himself as he walked out of the small building, making sure he still had all of his items as he took his time walking over to a well taken care of Black Shadow in the parking lot. Satisfied that everything was as it should be, he smiled as he started to recall the events of his most recent excursion into the busy lives of the local fencers.
The man chuckled to himself as he thought of the instructors in the building loosing to him, in front of the very students that they teach. It had been a glorious couple of bouts, each only lasting fifteen seconds at the most. One of the instructors had almost gotten a point off of him too. Dante grinned to himself as he packed his equipment onto his bike, and started to make sure it was secure.
The bike was old, that much was obvious on a cursory glance. It was also obvious that it was indeed well taken care of. The black paint covering the exposed metal glinted lightly in the morning sun, just barely rising over the edges of the city. The leather seat had been well polished recently, and also reflected a small amount of light. The handlebars had gauze wrapped around them in a few layers, which contrasted the black rubber.
Having decided that it was still early enough to get breakfast at some of the nearby restaurants, Dante decided that he was actually pretty hungry. Imagine that you are hungry, now imagine that one of your favorite restaurants is nearby, now imagine that you have silvery-gold hair, a neatly trimmed beard, a trim figure, and a very nice motorcycle. Now you are Dante. Get out before I call the identity police. This is how hungry Dante was. Needless to say, he rode on over to his choice place of face-stuffing.
Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Aug 14, 2013 21:50:31 GMT -5
Adam's black truck sits out front of the nice little restaurant, if watched carefully it would be obvious that there was more to this truck that some simple tinted windows and light covers, it was a work of art. Adam sits inside at a cozy little table with roughly four plates around him as well as a young boy. The boy has a stack of pancakes almost as big as the lad's head. Slowly the boy has been picking away at it while the man on the other hand has half of a steak on one plate next to an sunny up egg, three out of a larger stack of pancakes, one fourth a plate of hash browns, the peel of an orange with one and a half pieces of french toast left, and 2 and a half empty glasses of orange juice.
The man has a bandage over his forehead as well as his hands wrapped up. His left eye is blood shot and bruised while a newly formed scab on the left side of his lip might suggest it just stopped bleeding. The man smiles at the kid and tells him a fade-to-black joke before laughing. The boy spits milk out of his nose laughing. The child seems to have part of his neck bandaged up and there seem to be two holes on the back of his head that are scabbing up. The boy's short sleeve shirt also reveals some bandages on his wrist. The two of them look like they just got out of something massive. The waitress seems to avoid them when she can. The two seem oblivious to the world as they smile and eat.
Post by Dante Oakflesh on Aug 15, 2013 21:34:15 GMT -5
Dante exploded through the doors of the fine establishment, smiling profusely as he strutted and swaggered his way over to the nearby counter. He greeted the waitress with a smile and handshake as she made her way over to him, and then took a seat.
The man was wearing a loose, silky looking shirt that billowed around his arms gently as he moved, and a pair of loose fitting black pants. He rested his cuffed leather boots on the bottom rung of the stool he sat on, and ran a hand through his silvery-gold hair as he waited for his drink.
There was a long black tube tied around the man's waist, which rested against both his stool and leg as he sat. The bottom of it was capped with a dark, silvery metal, while the top supported a little metal bowl, which had a similar metal cross guard sticking through it's sides. There was a long, slightly curved handle protruding from the little bowl, and a metal strip that extended over it in a loop on one side. The entire contraption resembled a Rapier, or something similar.
Dante thanked the waitress as she brought out the drink he had asked for when he greeted her, and swirled the contents of the glass around somewhat before taking a drink from it. He wiped a napkin over his mouth and beard after he set the glass down, and rested a hand on the hilt of his blade as he waited for his food to emerge. He could practically taste the meal already, and thanked himself for choosing to come here after all.
Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Aug 16, 2013 8:59:17 GMT -5
Adam's chewing halted as he watched the man walk in, thus the child with him turned and chuckled. Once the kid turned back around the laughing and eating continued yet he kept an eye on the strange man. A few whispers between the two ended up with Adam having a small piece of pancake on his fork and flinging it toward the man, letting it land squarely in his glass. They quickly scurry to resume their eating holding back laughter. The kid sitting with Adam spurts out a soft cough of a laugh as Adam quickly leans over and pats him on the back "You okay?... Yea sometimes food goes down the wrong way.... Drink something." The cover up was seemingly working but the man whom they flung a piece of pancake toward seemed quite astute.
Soft whispers between the two seemed to match the tone of their smiles, Granted the man was doing what he can to make this child smile it seemed yet the odd fellow with the silky garbs seemed to be, at this moment, their pylon of humor.
Post by Dante Oakflesh on Aug 16, 2013 20:43:01 GMT -5
The man stared at the small slice of bread floating in his glass, the butter and syrup sinking in and mingling with the fluids already present. A small frown started to spread over his face, mostly hidden by his beard. His reaction speed and awareness was far too keen to be caught off guard by something that simple. He swirled his drink a few times before setting it down and standing.
Dante sighed to himself as he walked back out of the doors of the restaurant and over to his bike, which was parked a short ways behind the large truck in front of the building. He hated to ruin someone's fun, but it was only fun until he became part of the joke. The man pushed the thought from his mind as he shrugged on his vest, and then his jacket. He walked back through the doors of the establishment as he finished tightening the straps that held his jacket closed on the front.
The man briskly walked to the location of Ground-Zero for the projectile-pancake that had landed in his drink, and tightened a hand on the hilt of his sword. He looked the two over passively for a moment, and then flicked the man's drink off of the table. The room quieted as the glass clattered to the ground a short distance away, the eyes now focused on the spectacle Dante had created.
His challenge issued, Dante waited for his answer with a slight scowl. His hand remained on the hilt of his weapon of choice, ready to draw it at a split-second's notice. His other hand would reach down to rest on the handle of a bell-hilt dagger, also sheathed for the moment.
Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Aug 16, 2013 23:05:48 GMT -5
Adam looks at the kid that seems to find this whole thing hilarious, laughing at Adam for getting his drink spilled when it was obviously the boy's idea. Adam looks back at the man, he looks into the man's eyes for a good long moment before a large smile spreads across his face, There is an empty chair at a table within arms reach. Adam starts to laugh as he leans over and pulls the chair up to the table by the man. "Sit, friend!" he says with a cheerful tone, he seems quite amused at the man's reaction. His face is decorated with signs of a life of many smiles like the one he displays at the moment. He seems excited that the man calmly took action instead of furiously throwing a fit.
He extends his arms in an almost beckoning manner for the man to sit with them. With a soft smile the boy scoots over and looks up at him with a warm grin. Adam seems to have no fear for the man but simply admiration for the gentleman's self control, or simply lack of a temper.
Post by Dante Oakflesh on Aug 17, 2013 15:04:09 GMT -5
Dante closed his eyes tightly for a few seconds as he stood there. The man had missed the challenge entirely, and it was only Slightly infuriating. Nevertheless, a challenge was a challenge, and a challenge he had issued.
"I will not sit, and I tend to take offense at things being thrown into my drinks. You don't appear to have a blade on you, so I will have to let you use one of mine. If you would follow me outside, we may begin."
Dante turned on a heel and walked to the door, stopping to wait for the man. If he hurried, he might make it back in just in time to catch his breakfast as it arrived. He would have to let the man go with first blood as well, no one needed that kind of attention. Especially not Dante, he was in enough trouble as it was with his bout of street racing the week before.
Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Aug 17, 2013 23:39:04 GMT -5
Adam looks confused as he lifted an eyebrow to the kid. "What?!" The child with him shrugged as Adam proceeded to get up out of the chair. He looks to the waitress and smiles slyly as he puts on his sunglasses. "This'll be interesting..."
He pushes open the door as he soaks in the sun, a bright smile on his face. "So what's this challenge.... do we put a handful of cinnamon in our mouths... or see who can piss the farthest?" His soft smile still lingers on his face. He seems apathetic to the man. "Why would someone suddenly challenge an individual over a playful banter? Do you challenge everyone?"
The man's movements seems brutish and not very defined, His hand extends for a 'sword' as Dante insisted. When he receives it he does not seem to hold it correctly. His grip is too forced and his stance is an awkward imitation of Dante's form when ready. "Wha' are the do's and don'ts? Stakes... rules... prizes... yada yada..." is all Adam seems to say as he gets ready.
Post by Dante Oakflesh on Aug 18, 2013 11:57:36 GMT -5
Dante let the man walk through the doors first, and then lead him to his bike, where his gear was stashed. He pondered for a moment over which of the available blades he had in his possession would give the man the highest chance of drawing the affair out for as long as possible, and ended up deciding on the Sabre. After digging through the bag resting on the back of the bike for a minute more, he handed the man a fencing Sabre, a glove, and a white fencing jacket.
Dante paced over to an open area to wait for the man as he suited up, drawing his own sword as he did so. A dull blue Colichemarde was his weapon of choice. Designed for both parrying and for thrusting, it featured a wide section of the blade near the hilt, and a long rapier-like extension extending for the rest of it's length.
"We shall maintain a bout until first blood, or until one of us is unable to continue. The prize is honor, and the rules are only that it is to be a fair fight. So unless you would like to get into a shootout, no firearms."
When the man was ready, Dante swept his blade up to his face, and then swept it back down to his side. A commonly used sign of respect between two fencers, or duelists. Afterwards, he took up his position, and began a slow advance.
Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Aug 18, 2013 18:37:01 GMT -5
Adam stood there, form off and shoddy, waiting for him to get slightly closer. He begins to debate shooting him in the thigh or knee with his crossbow since a crossbow is technically not a firearm. He begins to mule it over a little more until the man is in the range he wants him to be. Deciding that a crossbow will be saved until he is tired of humoring the man, he suddenly snaps upright into almost perfect form while his movement is suddenly very swift compared to his previous display of mobility. He is swift and precise as he lunges to the left, staying low to the ground, he thrusts the Sabre toward the man's waist. The movement is precise and calculated, it would seem that dante's original assessment of Adam might have been off. As he thrusts up he quickly drags his left foot around behind him, Using the strength of his right to keep him up.
Adam predicts that the man will either dodge or parry the attack and so he is dragging his foot around to kick up a good portion of rocks and dust up as well as possibly kicking the man. He plans to use the momentum of the kick to in turn allow him to pivot on his right and get back down low and ready for yet another thrust. Obviously things don't always go as planned yet this was the plan he decided to attempt first and if at any point with his first thrust he is stopped, he plans to improvise.
Post by Dante Oakflesh on Aug 20, 2013 0:31:47 GMT -5
Dante uses the momentum of the man's own swing against him, quickly darting backwards a practiced step with ease, and flicking his Colichemarde against the back of the thin strip of saber. He quickly steps out of the range of an attack as his blade bounces off Adam's.
The Colichemarde would be a blur as it twitched and danced through the air, the point making a dozen false thrusts in a moment, at different locations around vulnerable areas. Eventually, the duelist would make a firm thrust, and a nearly instantaneous lunge to follow it. His movements are almost blindingly fast at this point, the man's head working in what seems like overdrive.
Dante almost flicked a smile over his face at the sudden change of tempo in the beginning, though only at the thought that it really didn't matter. He had faced much worse opponents before, and a simple change of position would do nothing to stop him. He hadn't even needed to pull his dagger out yet, which he hadn't needed to do with the past few years of dueling anyways. Such a shame, the entire sport had turned from a fight of honor, to a lowly sport like this. He was glad that he had decided to take it up, if only to keep it alive for prosperity.
Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Aug 20, 2013 9:42:39 GMT -5
What Adam lacks in speed against this man, he believes he has the possible advantage of strategy. Yet he does hold a high probability that he is greatly out matched for this individual but he continues regardless. Within a split second of pure luck he inches just ever so slightly to the left and misses the piercing lunge of the duelist. This goes on for a little bit, Adam just barely getting by unscathed getting more and more worn out, seeming like an eternity while it is only but minutes.
His breathing is heavy as he drops the sabre and puts his hands up. "The fight is yours...." a large smile is now on his face as he looks at the man. "I do not have a chance against someone like you...." he speaks softly now if only to mouth the words. "non-human" He bows graciously after speaking. He says it in a non-threatening manner, just simply as a understanding. Seems to have pushed himself to the limit of his body to just stay unharmed, it is obvious that if the fight went on any longer Dante would of easily pierced through Adam. He got one lucky dodge and was done so he threw in the towel and accepted defeat. Adam would start to rise up from his bow and wait the man's response.
Post by Dante Oakflesh on Aug 22, 2013 23:39:01 GMT -5
A slight scowl twitched at the ends of Dante's lips as the man dropped his Sabre. That was just about the first time someone had actually dropped one of his blades, rather than continue a duel. It was horrifying, he made a mental note to himself to wipe down and polish that specific blade later, when he got home.
"Pick up your weapon, we are not done here yet. Neither of us are bleeding, this bout has not yet concluded. If you are tired, we can wait and finish breakfast before continuing."
Inwardly, Dante was impressed that the man could keep up at all. Of course, he had no idea what he was doing, as far as modern standards went. There was also the fact that this wasn't, by any standards, a modern bout. His beating of the instructors at the gym would be considered a modern bout, not a duel to first blood in a parking lot near a restaurant.
Dante waited for the man's answer, though remaining in his own at-the-ready position. Dropped Sabre or not, he had met plenty of people who had tried some form or other of trickery on him in his time.
Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Aug 22, 2013 23:56:12 GMT -5
Adam shakes his head. "This bout was over before I even started... Your speed is superior and if anything you'd just be toying with me... So... I yield... if you want first blood..." He proceeds to pick up the blade and slide it across his bicep. "There. I bled first... I know when I can not win so I choose to flee before I get hurt where I don't want to...." He gently removes the man's equipment without getting blood on it and tries to set it down.
"The honor is yours... Let me buy your breakfast and we can chat as friends...." he would the proceed to try and go inside. Adam had no intention of fighting this man any longer than he had to. Deamons were one thing but fast as hell fae were something different. His friendly gaze holds the door open for the man as he extends a hand for him to enter. Adam was honest and meant every word he said.
Post by Dante Oakflesh on Aug 27, 2013 19:59:36 GMT -5
Dante shook his head as well as the man undressed himself, though he said nothing. Instead, he gathered the items that were unceremoniously dropped to the floor, dusted them off, and then began the process of packing them away into the bag on his bike. It took an admirably stable man to just brush something like this off.
After he was finished packing his gear back into its place on his bike, Dante waved his hand at the man. “There is no need to do anything more. I am more than capable for purchasing my own food, thank you.” And it was true. He needed no one’s charity, not by a long shot. His specific set of skills had secured his place as a wealthy man throughout history, and it had also kept the treasuries of several parties in check.
After he had spoken Dante walked back to his spot in the restaurant, right in time for the meal that was being brought out. He sat, and enjoyed his meal thoroughly, given that he didn't have anything thrown into it…
