ORIGIN

Audland was... well, not joking about the 'homosexual' thing per se, but not entirely serious about it. Partly because he wasn't entirely sure of what that word meant—I mean he had a vague idea, but still. But when he saw what poor, confused gay Sephiroth did to their opponent (so quickly, as if on instinct), and more importantly how said opponent reacted (almost like they'd been kissed?), Audland's brow ridge perked up. It was such close, intimate touch. Wasn't a euphemism for making out something like 'eating face'? 'Maybe they are actually a..." 'DON'T LISTEN TO THAT FRUIT!"

Audland's head whipped around to look at Eleven. "THAT WHAT?!" Audland fumed. If his face could've been red, it would've been redder than a redneck soccer dad burnt crispy on a hot summer's day. Kick under the table totally warranted. Fortunately, because of that metaphorical 'kick', Audland wouldn't need to escalate his own anger. Instead, it dissolved into uproarious laughter as Angel, Eleven, and Agate all started squirming and panicking in their confusion. That cute little 'WHAFF?!' and the 'SHUT UP!!!' and the 'WHAT'S HAPPENING! WHO'S WINNING!' overlapped to create a cacophonous chaos that rang out like sweet music in Audland's ears. His cackling and enthusiastic clenched-fist flailing was probably thunderous enough to greatly disturb and possibly physically harm anyone still dumb enough to sit anywhere within 6 or 7 feet of him.

He wouldn't be taking anyone's questions about his... evocative word usage just yet, but he would at least try to come to his senses and answer Eleven's first question. He would march over to her while she still couldn't see a darn thing with a wicked grin on his face, plop down beside her, and attempt to hook her around the neck with his arm with the intention of pulling her to his thick, fuzzy side. "Aaaalllright, I'll let you in on the big seeeehh—woah, woah, woah there!" He would try to explain to her, but as his arm wrapped around it seemed that Eleven was… extremely not enthused by the breach of personal space. She actually managed to writhe around and dig through some of that fur and hit the flesh of his tender underarm. Unfortunately for her though, Audland, like a stinky blue armpit onion, had a few more layers to get through before he started actually losing his cool. At the moment, she didn’t feel any worse than his magic burning him alive or crushing his shoulders in a death grip, so while she did get him wide-eyed and grimacing, all he did in response was stick his arm out and away from his body so she would have somewhere to bite that was away from his face. After a bit, he would continue his explanation by pointing at things she likely couldn't see right now. And if she was still locked onto his arm after a long enough while, he may begin to get tired and slowly lower her into a surprisingly cuddly position pressed lightly against his side.

"Winner's pro'ly gonna be that ravenous twat you keep yowlin' about, based on its technique. He keeps bitin’ my homosexual—my hom... hom..ie? In the limbs and wiggly bits and all. But my homo did bite your guy in the whole-a#% face. So, y'know. Maybe it ain't all about girth and size like you seem t' think it is." Rrevalk knows if that was the competition, one person here would surely triumph over all. And you're lookin' right at him.

Fortunately, despite the 14 different camera angles focusing in on Origin's first utterance of the word "homosexual" in live text, the fight did continue onward. And Audland got to watch with great anticipation and enthusiasm as Angel landed an excellent (okay, not the strongest but still a sick move) punch right into the face they had so thoroughly bloodied mere moments before. Eleven would likely be able to feel the massive wad of blue fur TENSE around or near her, with Audland raising a fist in the air, nearly hopping out of his seat, and shouting: "YEAAAH, THAT'S THE STUFF, HOMO!"

It would be so awesome if she could see right now. It would be soooo fucking cool.

What if it wasn't temporary? What if Eleven was just... Blind. She'd be so mad, so unbelievably mad. She felt that anger like a wave about to crash - a tsunami, a surge. Rage, black and boiling like oil. She'd never felt this before. She never felt...

There was a ringing in her ears. All that was left was her sense of smell, and space. She could feel nothing but the air, the way it changed with movement nearby. The wave of BLUE ARMPIT SMELL hitting her nostrils, as Audland moved to pull her in with an arm.

Not that Eleven knew what he was doing. All she felt was the sudden, horrible weight of the limb and the worst kind of claustrophobia. Every feeling she'd ever felt rushed forth to surface, to move her, and she snapped toward this threat with everything she had -

Teeth met hide. Teeth tried hard to pierce the many layers of mammal, to find something that hurt. Something that'd teach him what happens when you FUCK. WITH. HER.

So many things were occurring right now, and the agate couldn't stop it take any of it in on account of being punched in the face.

Eleven and the big blue guy were... wrestling? cuddling? something? El didn't look all that happy (not that she ever really did) It was reasonably sure that wrestling in the stands wasn't allowed, and something about Eleven's movements had a violent desperation to them, different than any time they'd ever sparred together.

(If El ACTUALLY got hurt it would tear that big blue homo to shreds. It was already tempted to, if only to shut the big guy up)

"LET GO OF 'ER!" It shouted at Audland "OR IT'LL BEAT YOU UP NEXT!" Spoken as though it didn't have blood dripping down its face and a bruise forming under its right pair of eyes.

It was tired of getting it's poor face battered, so it would pivot where it stood, attempting to smack Angel with the length of it's quill-coated tail. It was hard to aim at a target you weren't actually looking at, and Angel would most likely get hit by the flat sides of the quills rather than the sharp points, but it'd still hurt pretty bad.


@Angel @Audland @V-Chaos-Eleven

@V-Agate-One

Eleven's vision, slowly but surely, returned to normal. She found herself staring straight upwards at the beautiful, twinkling ceiling of Orion. This did not cause her to loosen her grip on the tender flesh of Audland's arm. It just stopped her from biting harder. For now.

She was struggling to do much of anything. She had done what Chaos had asked. But like... What now? The inky maelstrom continued to swirl inside, dissatisfied with the lack of flesh rending and panicked screams, but the functioning part of her brain understood that succumbing to this impulse would probably break a rule somewhere. (The fact that Eleven might lose the fight she'd start did not occur to her.)

Audland gave up on holding his arm up. Eleven still hadn't let go. It was only when a Master chimed in did she pry her teeth off his fur, leaving the section covered in her oily-head-slime. "Wait. Who the fuck are you?"

She'd largely given up on paying any attention to the match at this point. "And what's gender?"

In the midst of the melodrama, Audland did manage to hear the Agate's threatening call to him. To which his dignified, feminist response was, "WOAH HEY NOW, SHE NEEDS TO LET GO OF ME. DON'T BE SO PRESUMPTUOUS, PUNK!"

Next order of business: who in tarnation is that?! A deer, who looked and spoke like he held some great importance, decided to offer up his knowledge. But honestly, it only brought Audland more questions. As well as offense—the challenge to Audland's suaveité (not a real word, don't look it up) was not lost on him. To his surprise, small fry on his arm seemed to share the same sentiment. At least the confusion part.

He decided to add his questions onto hers, because Audland was not a misogynist that spoke over women's(?) accomplishments. "Yeah, what that thing said." Fuzzy hand gesture to the noodle that had just slobbered oil all over his beautiful smelly arm. "And also, how do you know what it is? Are you one? Mister suave guy?? Sir???" There wasn't much room in the shocking conversation for it, but Audland felt the need to make known his mixed feelings of offense and hesitant respect.

Fortunately for Angel, all the fuss in the stands was completely distracting Audland, so he did not manage to pick up on Angel's little truce. That woulda pissed Audland right off, considering he already considered himself and Angel to be in a truce of sorts. And Rrevalk help the entity who tries to make double trucies with an unsuspecting Audland.

@V-Agate-One @Game Master Dark (Astraea)

The Agate's own response was an equally intelligent and dignified "WHATEVER! SHUT UP!! AND GO AWAY!!!"

It would nod in response to Angel's proposal. "Yeah, sure." It would pad away a few paces, as though forfeiting, before suddenly whirling around with a devious grin, "But this fight isn't over yet!"

It would charge forward to give Angel a hefty smack to the unarmored stomach. Luckily for them, though, its heart REALLY wasn't in it anymore, and it was distracted by thoughts of violence towards an entirely different homosexual.


@Angel

(gm tagged for battle judging :])
@V-Chaos-Eleven @Audland

Character: Angel Age: +2 (2 Cycles) Magic Level: +1 (Fledgling) ROUND 1 Attempt: +4 Penalties: - ROUND 2 Attempt: +20 Penalties: - ROUND 3 Attempt: +8 Penalties: - ROUND 4 Attempt: +6 Penalties: - ROUND 5 Attempt: +18 Penalties: - Total: 59

Character: V-Agate-One Age: +3 (3 Cycles) Magic Level: +1 (Fledgling) ROUND 1 Attempt: +14 Penalties: - ROUND 2 Attempt: +16 Penalties: - ROUND 3 Attempt: +14 Penalties: - ROUND 4 Attempt: +12 Penalties: - ROUND 5 Attempt: +9 Penalties: - Total: 69 nice

WINNER: V-Agate-One

@Angel @V-Agate-One