[Right on time, Amal appears as if swept in on the wind itself. A bit of magic he's picked up while he's lived here, and something he hardly has to think about now. He's dressed darker than usual but it's no less loud: a black crop top, strappy leather pants and heeled boots, and a flowy sash with a gold and blue pattern wrapped about his shoulder and waist. Contrasting all the gold jewelry about his wrists and neck, he's equipped with a scythe folded against his back.
He's here to slay. And if demons show up, he can slay twice.]
[Somehow, seeing all this? He isn't even surprised. Maybe once upon a time (and who is he even kidding here, it was only half a year ago when he was a completely different person), he might have been. But now? Now it's different.
Amal may show up in fancy digs, but Nox really isn't outside of his normal attire these days, considering he still has a few more days of freedom before school kicks into gear. Just his jeans and an old shirt, one he's fine getting wrecked to shit and back, because this fight is going to hurt.
Not that he minds, really. His demon practically paces back and forth in his head, eyes constantly staring through Nox's and waiting for the inevitable. Red Queen lays right across his shoulders, left arm grasped around the handle and waiting.
Slaying isn't just Amal's style, here. But maybe he'll get to have some fun with fighting a part demon this time. Nox can't keep the grin off his face at seeing Amal's attire, holding back his laughter just a little. He lets out a whistle at the scythe, though.]
That's new. What, you pawn that off a Halloween store recently?
[Nox looks perfectly out of place and yet he belongs there far more than Amal. It's something about his casual attire and then the fancy sword across his shoulders... yeah, it feels familiar. He thinks of a friend garbed in white with a gunblade, and smiles.]
Along with the ears and the fabulous hair, obviously.
[He's never actually been inside a Halloween store, but he got enough of the remarks because of his ears and native garb that he's pieced together its place as a costume store.
His heels click as he crosses the asphault, and then he stops about thirty or so feet away. A good space for a spar. He reaches behind his back to grab the scythe by the handle and detach it from the half-hidden harness, then flicks his wrist to unfold it into its proper shape. The red voidbound markings etched on the scythe glow warmly.]
My pointless wandering found me a new path and a new home—where the outcasts take care of their own. This kind of power isn't for everybody, but I think you would understand that better than anyone.
[He holds out his hand. Nox might be able to feel something like dark magic making the air heavier, if he's sensitive to that. It's not the foul brimstone stench of a Biblical demon, but it's certainly dark in nature. The shadows creep toward Amal's feet like flickering purple flames until they coalesce about his scythe.]
Dushan, [he says with a mischievous grin, his eyes shifting to something invisible at his side.] Shall we show my friend a good time?
[Nox may not know a thing about Thancred, but there are similarities all the same. Amal's retort causes him to hold back his own laughter as he watches his friend approach, then release the scythe from its harness.]
Isn't there a saying about something like that? "Not all who wander are lost." [He's definitely turning to the side at this and walking pretty aimlessly, as if in thought.] So, really, your whole "pointless wandering" is a big ol' "X to doubt" at this rate.
[Ah, but there it is. Nox can't perceive a voidsent like Dushan, but his demon certainly can feel something in how the aura around Amal shifts. He takes that notice with a widening grin.]
Well well, did you pick up a friend when you went home? [He clicks his tongue, amused to hell, his demon wide awake and clearly watching through his eyes.] You know how much I hate being left in the dark, Amal.
[As if this was something casual and not them going to fight in the middle of the void Denny's parking lot. As if they both haven't killed gods in this life or in a past one. As if they're not something more than just an average human at this rate. This is going to be a good fight.]
[He takes it in stride, his grin brightening.] I suppose that's true. I've always had the wanderlust. Even if I hadn't been born rootless I'd still run wild every time.
[It appears Dushan has been noticed. Amal keeps an eye on Nox's body language, searching for any betrayal of what he might do next or where he might go.]
That I did. Don't get jealous, now; I waited to introduce you only because he couldn't be here in spirit. You don't walk into a fight like this half-cocked unless you want to lose your teeth.
[In terms of people living and existing in Kaisou, Nox is probably the closest match without going toe to toe against the girls. And that's nothing against the girls, who are warriors in their own right, but it's just not fair to put a melee against a ranged class in PVP, and Amal is a perfect gentleman, thank you very much.]
Dushan normally only comes out when I'm about to kill bad guys, but I told him that you'd buy him one of those giant cinnamon rolls and now he's very excited.
[He spins his scythe around behind his back in a showy movement from arm to arm, then back to his right hand, where he drops into a ready stance.]
Promise me you won't hold back, because I sure as hell won't. [THERE IS A VOID DENNY'S GRAND SLAM ON THE LINE.]
[Speaking about wanderlust brings about a rather fond sort of look to Nox's face, though it's not about Amal. Rather, wanderlust seems to fit another person in Nero's life far better than it fit him– Dante, for starters. The guy never seemed to like sitting still most of the time they'd see each other, so it's no wonder the description fits.
Nox shrugs, fondness shifting back into something more predatory and excited all in one go.]
Hey, at least you know what to expect.
[His tone has the hint of past experiences saying others didn't– that even though Nox hasn't lived them himself, he knows Nero's fights and he knows there's been way too many demons who underestimated him. Amal knows better and has the skill to show for it too.]
Oh really now, he got a sweet tooth you like baiting him with? [He's teasing, even as he can feel his demon press forward in his head, agitated and wanting to get the fight started already. Thankfully he doesn't have to wait long, and when Amal tells him to not hold back, he just grins wider.]
You sure you wanna ask that from little old me? [Is he sassing? Of course. Nox lowers his sword towards the ground, but he absolutely does not take his eyes off Amal for even a second. The flair from his scythe is unique, but definitely new.] I can promise you that, but I dunno if you're gonna enjoy what it entails.
[Who is he kidding, he knows Amal would love the challenge. Against someone who's a friend, who will treat him like an equal and won't go soft if he asks for it? It's basically everything a pair of fighters could ever want.]
[Amal would get along with Dante very well, most likely.]
True enough.
[He's been in the same boat for a while. A lot of people underestimate him. They typically do not live to underestimate him twice. The life of a Warrior of Light isn't all glory; there's a lot of blood and guts too, unfortunately.]
He gets it from me, I think. [Not something he usually admits, but Nox has spent enough time with Amal that he might've figured it out. He's not much for candy, but when it comes to pastries he's totally weak.]
Whatever you do to me will heal up eventually. Probably. [He holds up a finger.] I want to keep all my limbs, though—I'm not superhuman, I just bounce when I'm thrown.
[Gods know he's experienced that enough...
He is feeling a bit antsy himself. He shifts his balance a bit so he's on the balls of his feet.]
I'll show you exactly how far I've come.
[The redhead rushes forward with that wind-augmented speed he learned a couple of months ago. As his scythe slices cleanly through the air, his demon screams into existence: a skull-faced, cloth-garbed phantom with its own shadowy claws that trace the lines of Amal's attacks. Red runes inscribe the air around his summoning. Wherever Nero's feet happen to land, the voidsent will follow up with a blast of reddish void crystals exploding over the floor, all before disappearing.
You're expecting me to go all out like I'm gonna tear you limb from limb? [There's no chastising, really, Nox is only raising a brow at that.] Trust me, the only people I'd ever go that hard against are from my family. The ones like me, from back then, I mean. [A beat, and that grin just goes wider.] And don't you worry about your pretty little face and ass, I still remember how important those are for work.
[Ha ha ha :V
Amal's speed is definitely something Nox isn't quite ready for, and he slides just out of the way of the scythe- but not for what's sent by Dushan. The crystals erupt right out of the ground and skim his face, Nox almost losing his balance and going backwards to not have any part of the thing stick into his neck. He isn't quick enough, however- part of the jagged edges catch his cheek in the explosion.
Honestly, it's enough to make his heart race in excitement. This is going to be a good fight. Nox grins even as he feels the cut bleed, a thumb running right up it. He knows it'll heal quick enough.]
Oh, two against one like that, huh? Okay, maybe I should actually take things a bit serious, huh? [He's being a shitposter, honestly.
That's all Amal gets before Nox speeds right back at him, sword in tow and eyes alight with both him and his demon keen on actually showing off. Halfway there, out come the flames of Red Queen, and Nox is laughing.]
[He appreciates the callout, though. It's nice to know that even someone as straight-laced as Nox knows a nice ass when he sees it.
Dushan's breath is hot and far too close to Nox for comfort; he gives a low hrrrnnnnhhhhh kind of noise and pops out of sight, but certainly not out of mind. Amal laughs as he realizes that he actually put a scratch on Nox. That's historically been difficult to do.
But there's no time to celebrate. Nox is even faster and his eyes burn for a thrill. Amal doesn't even make a move to dodge. He simply winks out of existence, only to reappear about twenty or thirty feet behind Nox. He leaves only a small, inaccessible purple portal to mark where he'd been.]
Boo!
[He lets loose a purple spinning scythe-like apparition of a spell directly at Nox, hoping to at least clip him if it's not a direct hit. Good ol' Soul Sow.]
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action; it's void dennys smackdown time
He's here to slay. And if demons show up, he can slay twice.]
aren't you tired? don't you wanna go APESHIT
Amal may show up in fancy digs, but Nox really isn't outside of his normal attire these days, considering he still has a few more days of freedom before school kicks into gear. Just his jeans and an old shirt, one he's fine getting wrecked to shit and back, because this fight is going to hurt.
Not that he minds, really. His demon practically paces back and forth in his head, eyes constantly staring through Nox's and waiting for the inevitable. Red Queen lays right across his shoulders, left arm grasped around the handle and waiting.
Slaying isn't just Amal's style, here. But maybe he'll get to have some fun with fighting a part demon this time. Nox can't keep the grin off his face at seeing Amal's attire, holding back his laughter just a little. He lets out a whistle at the scythe, though.]
That's new. What, you pawn that off a Halloween store recently?
YOU BETCHA
Along with the ears and the fabulous hair, obviously.
[He's never actually been inside a Halloween store, but he got enough of the remarks because of his ears and native garb that he's pieced together its place as a costume store.
His heels click as he crosses the asphault, and then he stops about thirty or so feet away. A good space for a spar. He reaches behind his back to grab the scythe by the handle and detach it from the half-hidden harness, then flicks his wrist to unfold it into its proper shape. The red voidbound markings etched on the scythe glow warmly.]
My pointless wandering found me a new path and a new home—where the outcasts take care of their own. This kind of power isn't for everybody, but I think you would understand that better than anyone.
[He holds out his hand. Nox might be able to feel something like dark magic making the air heavier, if he's sensitive to that. It's not the foul brimstone stench of a Biblical demon, but it's certainly dark in nature. The shadows creep toward Amal's feet like flickering purple flames until they coalesce about his scythe.]
Dushan, [he says with a mischievous grin, his eyes shifting to something invisible at his side.] Shall we show my friend a good time?
HEHEHEHEHE
Isn't there a saying about something like that? "Not all who wander are lost." [He's definitely turning to the side at this and walking pretty aimlessly, as if in thought.] So, really, your whole "pointless wandering" is a big ol' "X to doubt" at this rate.
[Ah, but there it is. Nox can't perceive a voidsent like Dushan, but his demon certainly can feel something in how the aura around Amal shifts. He takes that notice with a widening grin.]
Well well, did you pick up a friend when you went home? [He clicks his tongue, amused to hell, his demon wide awake and clearly watching through his eyes.] You know how much I hate being left in the dark, Amal.
[As if this was something casual and not them going to fight in the middle of the void Denny's parking lot. As if they both haven't killed gods in this life or in a past one. As if they're not something more than just an average human at this rate. This is going to be a good fight.]
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[It appears Dushan has been noticed. Amal keeps an eye on Nox's body language, searching for any betrayal of what he might do next or where he might go.]
That I did. Don't get jealous, now; I waited to introduce you only because he couldn't be here in spirit. You don't walk into a fight like this half-cocked unless you want to lose your teeth.
[In terms of people living and existing in Kaisou, Nox is probably the closest match without going toe to toe against the girls. And that's nothing against the girls, who are warriors in their own right, but it's just not fair to put a melee against a ranged class in PVP, and Amal is a perfect gentleman, thank you very much.]
Dushan normally only comes out when I'm about to kill bad guys, but I told him that you'd buy him one of those giant cinnamon rolls and now he's very excited.
[He spins his scythe around behind his back in a showy movement from arm to arm, then back to his right hand, where he drops into a ready stance.]
Promise me you won't hold back, because I sure as hell won't. [THERE IS A VOID DENNY'S GRAND SLAM ON THE LINE.]
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Nox shrugs, fondness shifting back into something more predatory and excited all in one go.]
Hey, at least you know what to expect.
[His tone has the hint of past experiences saying others didn't– that even though Nox hasn't lived them himself, he knows Nero's fights and he knows there's been way too many demons who underestimated him. Amal knows better and has the skill to show for it too.]
Oh really now, he got a sweet tooth you like baiting him with? [He's teasing, even as he can feel his demon press forward in his head, agitated and wanting to get the fight started already. Thankfully he doesn't have to wait long, and when Amal tells him to not hold back, he just grins wider.]
You sure you wanna ask that from little old me? [Is he sassing? Of course. Nox lowers his sword towards the ground, but he absolutely does not take his eyes off Amal for even a second. The flair from his scythe is unique, but definitely new.] I can promise you that, but I dunno if you're gonna enjoy what it entails.
[Who is he kidding, he knows Amal would love the challenge. Against someone who's a friend, who will treat him like an equal and won't go soft if he asks for it? It's basically everything a pair of fighters could ever want.]
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True enough.
[He's been in the same boat for a while. A lot of people underestimate him. They typically do not live to underestimate him twice. The life of a Warrior of Light isn't all glory; there's a lot of blood and guts too, unfortunately.]
He gets it from me, I think. [Not something he usually admits, but Nox has spent enough time with Amal that he might've figured it out. He's not much for candy, but when it comes to pastries he's totally weak.]
Whatever you do to me will heal up eventually. Probably. [He holds up a finger.] I want to keep all my limbs, though—I'm not superhuman, I just bounce when I'm thrown.
[Gods know he's experienced that enough...
He is feeling a bit antsy himself. He shifts his balance a bit so he's on the balls of his feet.]
I'll show you exactly how far I've come.
[The redhead rushes forward with that wind-augmented speed he learned a couple of months ago. As his scythe slices cleanly through the air, his demon screams into existence: a skull-faced, cloth-garbed phantom with its own shadowy claws that trace the lines of Amal's attacks. Red runes inscribe the air around his summoning. Wherever Nero's feet happen to land, the voidsent will follow up with a blast of reddish void crystals exploding over the floor, all before disappearing.
Maddening, that.]
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[Ha ha ha :V
Amal's speed is definitely something Nox isn't quite ready for, and he slides just out of the way of the scythe- but not for what's sent by Dushan. The crystals erupt right out of the ground and skim his face, Nox almost losing his balance and going backwards to not have any part of the thing stick into his neck. He isn't quick enough, however- part of the jagged edges catch his cheek in the explosion.
Honestly, it's enough to make his heart race in excitement. This is going to be a good fight. Nox grins even as he feels the cut bleed, a thumb running right up it. He knows it'll heal quick enough.]
Oh, two against one like that, huh? Okay, maybe I should actually take things a bit serious, huh? [He's being a shitposter, honestly.
That's all Amal gets before Nox speeds right back at him, sword in tow and eyes alight with both him and his demon keen on actually showing off. Halfway there, out come the flames of Red Queen, and Nox is laughing.]
Let's go!
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[He appreciates the callout, though. It's nice to know that even someone as straight-laced as Nox knows a nice ass when he sees it.
Dushan's breath is hot and far too close to Nox for comfort; he gives a low hrrrnnnnhhhhh kind of noise and pops out of sight, but certainly not out of mind. Amal laughs as he realizes that he actually put a scratch on Nox. That's historically been difficult to do.
But there's no time to celebrate. Nox is even faster and his eyes burn for a thrill. Amal doesn't even make a move to dodge. He simply winks out of existence, only to reappear about twenty or thirty feet behind Nox. He leaves only a small, inaccessible purple portal to mark where he'd been.]
Boo!
[He lets loose a purple spinning scythe-like apparition of a spell directly at Nox, hoping to at least clip him if it's not a direct hit. Good ol' Soul Sow.]