Description: When there's only one seat left at a noodle bar, what do you do? What. Do. You. Do?
There's only one seat left. Where, one might ask? At the best little noodle this town knows, a secret even amongst the heavy noodle eaters of Southtown. Most frequently frequented (funny that) by students from a number of schools, it's usually a rush to get across town to the place itself; there are, after all, only a number of wooden stools at the bar. The food is cheap, plentiful, and downright awesome. And with the school bells having toned a good half hour ago, there's a rising dilemma;
The fact that there's only one seat left at the bar.
Cue a certain British teen from Pacific striding towards said bar from the forest. There's a map in one hand, and he's been told on good authority that he simply HAS to try the food at this place -- or never return to Pacific High again. Foreboding, and laced with doom, Preston Alistair Wellington the II is a boy on a mission.
With his ever-present oar slung over a shoulder the tattered, ancient map in front of him, he's following a rather horrible set of directions that lead towards an 'X' on the map. And wearing the rather noticeable blue blazer of his school, he must indeed be fresh from the end of the day's classes. "What the..." the boy speaks to himself, as his directions point towards the side of a building. He glances up at its dizzying heights -- and then surveying his surrounds, he sees the bar. His direction alters.
Indeed, noodles are both delicious and a key component of the diet of one Tenma Kiryuu, who in his short time in Southtown has been finding all the best places he can in the city; if he's going to be stuck here a while, he might as well make the best of it. Slung over his shoulder is the cloth-wrapped bundle of his bokken, and his free hand is slipped into the pocket of his slacks, and he generally moves with an elaborately casual air, though his uniform is most certainly NOT the standard Gedo one - not that he would wear that orange monstrosity unless someone forced him to.
Having gotten similar advice to Preston's from one of his schoolmates, the sword-wielding delinquent and founder of one of the newest fighting teams in the city (which regrettably has only two members and nobody else has really heard of it yet anyway) is headed almost directly for the noodle stand, though given distance and direction, he's going to reach it at nearly the exact same moment as Preston. Which is... Probably going to cause a dilemma, isn't it?
Unlike the boy who will shortly prove to be his bitter rival for delicious ramen, the Brit with the Oar keeps his weapon of choice in plain sight. So imagine his surprise when he stops at that noodle bar, with its hanging flaps declaring the name of the business, with only the one seat available -- only to have his entrance beneath the flaps and onto the seat thwarted by the fact that Tenma appears there at the same time. Neither can get through -- not without pushing the other aside.
Clear eyes look down at the smaller boy, the other uniform unfamiliar to him. "Looks like we have somewhat of a dilemma here," he says, his accent broad. Those that know him should know -- a miniature speech, a glorified rant, is inbound. Preston reads Tenma's intentions plainly; "Your kind get enough noodles, so that's why I'm going to suggest you step back and let me have this seat here, sunshine. After all, I'm sure one of the other generous patrons here will be more than happy to give up their seat for you shortly, whereas I have every intention of taking this seat right here, and right now."
A glance is spared to the wrapped bundle slung over the other teen's shoulder -- and easily dismissed. "I'm sure you have no problem with this arrangement, yes?"
"Tch," mutters Tenma in faint irritation as he notices the Pacific High student; it would be difficult for him not to, since they nearly collide with each other, and Preston appears to be some kind of half-giant. Looking up at the other boy, his mouth settles into a firm line as the Brit starts talking. By the time Preston's finished, a slow, unpleasant smirk crosses the Gedo swordsman's face. "Y'know, that's a very reasonable solution," he says, straightening up and gesturing towards the seat. Is he intimidated? Is he just a nice guy?
Actually, it's more that he's waiting for Preston to start to go in, before he does anything else. "'course I've got another idea," Tenma says, as if it were a sudden realisation, his hand holding the bundle dropping... And then he aims to swing it, hard, into Preston's kidney. "How about you get the hell outta my way, instead?!"
COMBATSYS: Tenma has started a fight here.
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Tenma 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Preston has joined the fight here.
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Preston 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Tenma
COMBATSYS: Tenma successfully hits Preston with Random Weapon.
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Preston 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Tenma
[OOC] Marisol says, "Wow, you're a dick Tenma"
[OOC] Tenma says, "You love it."
It would seem that it's going to go smoothly -- he presented a logical enough argument, and being the larger of the two, he should clearly take the seat. If Preston were a nice guy, he'd likely offer the seat to Tenma -- but he has his reasons for being rushed. They'll just never be mentioned, besides him being a bit of an asshole, if his near-racist remarks are any indicator. So the Brit starts to smirk when the other teen initially agrees -- only, the moment the other idea is presented, the smirk disappears.
His mouth becomes a rather thin line when that bundle collides with his kidney. He staggers back a step, giving Tenma an opening to take the seat if need-be -- but by his second step, Preston has recovered. Enough to speak, anyway. "You little son of a bitch," he growls, the hand that was clutching at his back coming through to reach for a big fist full of the other boy's hair -- and slam him head-first into the bar. "Here I was being nice, and now you're going to make me get violent! Right in the fucking kidneys, you little punk bitch!"
COMBATSYS: Tenma dodges Preston's Medium Throw.
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Preston 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Tenma
Confident that he'd made his point and possibly made some random stranger pee blood for a day or two, Tenma was indeed about to step past Preston and take his seat to enjoy a meal well earned, when the Brit proves to be made of sterner stuff than most folks. He can feel it, you know, the attempt to grab him by the hair, but Preston's fingers don't get ahold of much of anything as the Gedo student slips under his grasp.
"Save that shit for your girlfriend, ya unwashed idiot," Tenma grouses as he speedily drops into a crouch, swinging his bundle between Preston's legs. Oh, he's not aiming to strike up, but instead to use the mysterious object to sweep the giant boy clean off of his feet and down onto his back. Seriously, who /grabs hair/?
COMBATSYS: Preston blocks Tenma's Quick Throw.
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Preston 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Tenma
Yes, just who does grab hair? Certainly not Preston, as Tenma proves too elusive -- and again, that bundle seeks out the Brit. This time though, it may go between his legs; but he is swift, swifter than he looks considering his considerable bulk, lifting one leg to place a boot down onto the bundle itself. From the look on his face, he's had enough.
"You're certainly starting to get on my nerves there, son," he advises Tenma, staring down at the other teen. The crack about the girlfriend goes ignored. Finally though, that giant oar comes off of his shoulder, the long shaft of it sliding through his lightly clenched fingers. He grips it up near the blade, and brings it crashing down towards the crouching boy's skull. "Perhaps you'd like to reconsider your options while you're still conscious!" Famous last words no doubt, but they pass his lips all the same.
COMBATSYS: Tenma blocks Preston's Medium Strike.
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Preston 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Tenma
A faint grunt comes from Tenma as Preston manages to avoid being deposited on his back, though most of his irritation comes from the bundle being trodden on. No matter, he'll get around that soon enough. In the meantime, he has more pressing concerns, as there's a large piece of wood descending towards his head. Instead of hitting there, though, the oar strikes Tenma's upraised forearm, stinging pain running through his limb. Yeah, it's about time to stop dicking around.
With a sudden jerk, Tenma yanks his bundle out from under Preston's foot, and bringing it to his mouth he unties the cord with his teeth. It's a simple enough matter to get the bokken out from it after that, and the other patrons are kind of backing up to give them some room; the Gedo boy pushes the oar away, and then he bites into the flesh of that thumb, drawing blood... His bleeding digit is drawn down the length of his wooden sword, completing the chi link, and making it glow with a misty red aura... And then, Tenma straightens up.
"Good thing you brought that paddle with you, whatever the hell your name is. 'cause you're officially up shit creek." Yeah, it's not very clever, but he's only got so much to work with here. Meanwhile, he lashes out in a diagonal upwards strike with his energy-charged bokken, hoping to knock the larger boy around some. "GET OUT OF MY FACE, TRASH!!"
COMBATSYS: Tenma successfully hits Preston with Ungyou.
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Preston 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Tenma
Noting Tenma's defense, the Brit with the Oar smirks faintly. Yeah, there's something to this kid alright -- and his observation is only proved as, after reclaiming the bundle and unwrapping it, the teen does the... downright bizarre. Blood is drawn, and run along the blade. "You're a pretty fucked up kid, you know that?" he replies as he sees that, sensing -- and seeing -- the chi that comes off of the blade now. Great. He's getting really tired of these kind of kids.
The upwards strike, Preston fails to move out of the way of; he'd intended to see just how hard the other boy can hit, and it proves a considerable blow. The bokken impacts against his blazer, the heavy roped muscles beneath barely giving through despite the force of the blow. "Not bad," he replies, in the face of Tenma's shouting -- but he doesn't budge a step. For once, it seems he's put aside talk in favor of action. Instead of coming up with a witty retort for all that shouting, he retaliates.
The oar, still grasped with the majority of the shaft behind him, is stabbed forward much like a spear. He aims to catch Tenma right in the gut -- and should that succeed, utilize his sheer brawn to lift the teen high into the air, and then smash him down into the pavement on his other side. So he can free up that seat at the bar.
[OOC] Tenma says, "Time to get INTENSE."
COMBATSYS: Tenma endures Preston's Bunting Tosser.
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Preston 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Tenma
[OOC] Hakuya says, "INTENSE!!"
[OOC] Preston :(________)
At the moment, there really aren't many places for Tenma to go... So instead, he actually goes with the attack, grunting a bit as he's speared with the oar, and then flipped right over the taller boy, falling towards the pavement. It's not really his idea of a good time, you know? But it's all part of the plan. Though he crashes to the sidewalk, there's a big ol' shit-eating grin on Tenma's face as he rolls over onto his front, and then gets his feet under him.
His glowing wooden sword held low with that arm across his body, Tenma throws himself into the air with all the force he can muster, twisting himself around in a rising, whirling attack with his chi-charged bokken. Against most people, this would be enough to lift them into the air and toss them away... But will it be enough against the Pacific giant? Hopefully not, because that might cause damage to the noodle stand. "GRAAAAAH!!"
COMBATSYS: Preston blocks Tenma's Vajra.
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Preston 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Tenma
Flipping, if not outright slamming, Tenma down into the pavement behind him, Preston considers for a moment whether he should consider that to be that -- but given the mettle that the other boy has shown so far, he knows the fight is far from over. The ease with which the Gedo student simply took the oar into his body spoke volumes to him. He isn't entirely sure he likes where this is going; there seem to be too many people getting off on violence in this town.
But rising, Tenma presses the attack. The whirling attack comes in sharp -- but it's met by the shaft of the oar, the Brit holding it in a wide stance, keeping back the charge of the student. His fingers get caught though, and he sucks in a quick breath before that smirk returns. "You've got guts, son. More guts than brains, clearly, but I'll give you that much. All this over a seat at a noodle bar though?
"You Japs really are fucking crazy." That aside, the smirk becomes the slightest of grins. This is almost, almost, a teen he could see himself getting along with -- if he weren't so bug-fuck crazy! Pushing Tenma back, he snatches with his right hand to grip Tenma by the collar. Should that work, the ground beneath the other boy will erupt into a sudden geyser, to send him sky high! "Cool off, punk!"
COMBATSYS: Tenma fails to interrupt Cape Horn Fever from Preston with Head Breaker.
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Preston 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Tenma
What's so wrong about enjoying a good fight? It's perfectly reasonable if you were to ask Tenma. And really if he knew who Preston was associated with, he'd have to remind the Brit that, well... Marisol and Luc are pretty crazy themselves! Landing from his attack, Tenma holds his red-aura'd sword back, considering his next move... But there's that hand coming his way, and once again the Gedo student stands his ground, smirking confidently.
As he's caught, Tenma actually kicks off the ground again, rearing his head back for /something/, but whatever it is doesn't happen because he gets summarily blasted by that geyser, tossed into the air. Okay, that part he was not expecting; the landing sucks, too, but he rolls to get his feet back under him, hopefully in time to deal with whatever Preston's going to do next...
It seems he's managed to shut Tenma up, at least temporarily. Preston smirks as the youth is flung out of his grip, that geyser filled with his tell-tale signature of chi. As the opposing youth crashes down though, the oar is shouldered temporarily. "You're not bad, son. I'm going to do you somewhat of an honor, in fact; I'm going to introduce myself. The name's Preston. What's yours?"
Such a gracious British boy, isn't he? And he completely gives Tenma the chance to get back to his feet, going so far as to gesture for the other boy to press the attack if tat is his desire. His chest heaves, the exertions thus far having been somewhat large -- particularly when he's still wearing that damned blazer of Pacific across his rather meaty girth. A fresh sweat has broken across his brow, but he remains on task, conversation aside; those eyes never leave his opponent, awaiting the next strike.
COMBATSYS: Preston focuses on his next action.
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Preston 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Tenma
Standing up once again, Tenma gives his head a bit of a shake, and swings his still-glowing wooden blade up to rest on his shoulder. Well, if Preston's not going to come at him, the Gedo boy is going to take a moment to clear his head a little after that miscalculation. He doesn't, as he gets up, respond to Preston's introduction, as his focus is in fact somewhere else.
It's inwards, as he does a bit for himself what he's prone to doing to his opponents in a fight... Altering the way chi flows through his body. It's not much, it's not dramatic at all, but it's more than just 'catching his breath'. "My name...?" he says finally, arrogant as ever. "Prove to me you're worth knowing it first, then I'll consider tellin' you." Such a charmer, isn't he? All the ladies must love him!
COMBATSYS: Tenma gains composure.
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Preston 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Tenma
Failing to rise to the ancient, time-honored gesture to 'come get some,' it seems that Preston has no choice but to come to Tenma, if the boy won't do the opposite. "Son, I don't really care what your name is, but when a man gives you his name, you at least show enough respect to give it back. But, hey; fine." With that, he actually winks at the boy across from him.
The oar comes off of his shoulder. Seizing it in a different grip, it becomes plain that he's originally a stick fighter -- if not for the way he tends to just club people with the blade of the oar. Rather gracefully, he starts spinning it about in front of him, the defensive side of his weapon plain -- but where's the fun in that? "Let me introduce you properly to my friend here," he says over the sound of wood chopping the air. A slow stride forward is made...
And then he utilizes the full range that a three-yard long oar offers him; he lashes out in a series of strikes. The first, aimed for the boy's skull, brings the broad face of the oar in to rearrange Tenma's features. It's followed swiftly by another to the middle, the butt of the oar seeking like a spear, before culminating in the Brit taking a dip to the knee -- and bringing the oar through low, to clear Tenma right off his footing!
COMBATSYS: Tenma blocks Preston's Queen's Regulations.
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Preston 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Tenma
However, 'showing respect' and 'Tenma Kiryuu' are two concepts that are not very well aquainted. There's only a handful of people that the Gedo student shows even the slightest bit of respect to, and they all go to the same school he does... Even people who could beat him senseless without even trying aren't liable to get much respect out of him. He might be a complete douchebag, but at least he's consistent, you know?
So, Tenma's only response to Preston's words is a continued smirk and a faint snort of laughter, and suddenly there's an oar coming at him. "Weak," he snipes as he intercepts the broad face of Preston's weapon with his chi-charged bokken, stinging running down his arm. "Crap," the Japanese youth adds, as the spearing butt of the oar hits his wooden blade instead of his gut. And then he too drops down to block the last swipe, the point of his wooden sword against the pavement. "Pathetic," he adds in a taunting voice, before he sweeps his weapon through the air in a wide arc, nowhere near close enough to hit Preston given the clear advantage he has in reach.
The /problem/, at least for the Pacific High student, is the crescent of bloody chi that springs into being in the wake of the swipe, tearing through the air at the taller boy in a clear violation of any kind of physics whatsoever. "EAT THIS!!"
COMBATSYS: Preston negates Dharmapala from Tenma with Large Thrown Object.
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Preston 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Tenma
Every swipe of the oar proves, perhaps, a little TOO graceful; they're countered by Tenma, the bokken stopping the oar with every attempt to pierce through the opposing teen's defenses. This Jap kid isn't half bad, he privately decides, rising up from that lowered knee. And what is it that he faces, as he comes back to his feet?
A wave of blood flung through the air at him. Momentary surprise is put aside, as he reacts on sheer inspect. The oar extends behind him, its length used to slide between the very stool the two were arguing over. He hurls it over his shoulder, right into that wave of bloody chi -- and as the two seem to end the other's momentum, a rather irate looking Brit is glaring at Tenma.
That mouth opens. "What in the fuck was that, son? Are you hemorrhaging somewhere other than in the brain? Is that your rag, your need to have the seat there so invasive that you've forced out your period? Well the chair is yours now, I'll tell you fucking what. I'm not sitting on that thing now."
Well... That's clearly a good toss, and Tenma would probably admit as such if he weren't such a jerk, as his bloody energy attack is deftly disrupted. There probably isn't that much of the stool left anymore either, as all that destructive force vents itself. Oh well, now neither of them have anywhere to sit! "D'you practice not making any sense, or does it just come naturally?" Tenma wonders of the Brit, at the latter's irate words. "You're almost as bad as that monkey and his man-woman of a girlfriend!" One downside to his never giving people their proper names: It's hard to tell who the hell he's talking about.
Anyway, Tenma is already rushing forward, his still-glowing blade held low and back as he runs at Preston, though as he gets closer, trying to slip inside the range of that oar, he brings it up, behind his head, both hands grasping the bokken's handle, before swinging it in a powerful arc, aimed right at the Brit's neck. Were he using a real sword, it could cause some head loss problems! Of course, if Preston's not careful, he could end up in a bad way regardless.
COMBATSYS: Tenma successfully hits Preston with Deep Strike.
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Preston 1/---====/=======|=======\-------\1 Tenma
"Oh believe me son, it takes time and practice," Preston retorts, watching as the Japanese high schooler rushes in for him. The oar comes up, and the Brit rises to his full height -- but his meager attempt at a defense, which in this case is to lead the bokken on with the oar and then neatly sidesteps, rather fails.
Instead, the wooden weapon crashes down onto that thick neck -- and despite the heavy muscles that rope even that part of his body, it seems that the strike is in a particularly bad place. The Brit staggers right back, very nearly losing his footing -- if not for the very noodle bar they're both fighting over a place at. His back catches that, and he finds himself between a plucky student and a place of deliciousness. Hard choice.
"Nice," he simply compliments, free hand rubbing at the side of his neck. Already, a brilliant welt raises, the bokken having done its handiwork rather nicely. Rather than opt to stick back, he figures he may as well press the attack and bring this to an exciting climax! It's not every day that phrase comes up when he's fighting another boy.
"You want to eat so badly? Try this on for size!"
Just what is that? Pressing off from the noodle bar, he closes what little distance remains as his body twists in a very swift loop. A speed graces his body, that belies his size; he should simply not be moving that fast, not when he has that much mass to him. And every muscle is utilized as he slides, the oar running through his fingers, extending to its full length as he keeps the blade flat -- allowing it to cut through the wind. It's a very clear, linear attack; that oar blade snaps out, the width of it aiming to simply KNOCK Tenma into last week, if not last year!
[OOC] Tenma says, "EMBRACE DEATH."
COMBATSYS: Preston successfully hits Tenma with Man Overboard!.
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Preston 0/-------/-------|=======\=======\1 Tenma
[OOC] Hakuya says, "You know what to do, Tenma."
[OOC] Preston :o
[OOC] Tenma says, "ow"
[OOC] Tenma says, "i... ghhk..."
[OOC] Preston says, "I sent him back to the future!"
[OOC] Marisol says, "Wow that seemed like it kind of hurt, Tenma. :)"
Well, that was a /very/ satisfying hit, even if it still wasn't enough to upend the rower. Tenma's confident look is even more obvious as his chi-suffused blade smashes into Preston and knocks him back up against the noodle stand. Unfortunately, what comes next he doesn't handle nearly as well. Gritting his teeth, he tries to stand his ground against the swinging oar, but he miscalculates, and ends up, well, flying. Clear across the street in fact, hitting a parked car. Said car actually manages to rock to one side from the impact, the side panel dented, and the alarm goes off. Ow.
"O... Okay..." Tenma says, getting up rather shakily. "/That/ was good." The mere fact that he admitted anything of the sort is a borderline miracle. Of course, even though he says that, he's suddenly rushing at Preston, his sword hand swinging back and his other hand pressed forward, leading the way, slightly conorted into a simple mudra. "Too bad y'ain't gonna be awake much longer to appreciate it," the Gedo student declares confidently. "And the concussion might make you forget, but my name's TENMA KIRYUU!!" And as he announces his name, he slides to a stop in front of Preston, his blade swinging forward in a powerful strike aimed right under his ribs. If it hits, Tenma's chi will actually pass /through/ Preston, disrupting the way energy moves through his own body, and leaving a chilly numbness in its wake...
COMBATSYS: Tenma can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Preston blocks Tenma's The Sealing Sword.
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[OOC] Tenma says, "Aw."
[OOC] Preston says, "wow that was close"
[OOC] Hakuya says, "Tenma's peen deflates."
[OOC] Tenma says, "Well Preston, you're the first person to defend that."
After sending Tenma for six -- and that would be a cricket reference, he's British after all -- Preston stands there, poised, the oar raised in front of him like he just hit a marvelous stroke through the off-side. Or hit a golf ball. It's all sort of interchangeable, since regardless he's spending the moment to watch the aftermath. Suffice it to say, it isn't pretty; and he's left to wonder how much the panel beaters are going to charge to get the dent out of that car.
He isn't left wondering for long. Tenma is clearly made of sterner stuff, since he's back into the fray very swiftly, shouting confidence in a decidedly blowhard like manner. The name is heard, but for the moment he's more worried about the strike that's due to come. The opposing teen slides to a halt, and that blade swings through towards his middle.
On instinct, he lowers both meaty forearms out of the pose he was still, somewhat idiotically, still holding. The shaft of the oar cuts the bokken off before it can strike flesh -- but the chi still charges through him, and he grimaces rather deeply as he feels it doing all kinds of hijinks to his body. "Wha... what the fuck was that," he asks, because despite it... he's somehow still standing over Tenma, those clear hazel eyes staring down at his opponent.
It's that numb feeling he isn't really enjoying. But rather abruptly, his stomach growls, the sound punctuating all other protests. Several of the patrons who were observing the fight even take heed of that -- and two get up, vacating their seats, since it seems the tussle between the teens may well be over.
A bruised hand comes away from the oar, and clutches at his middle. "I am fucking hungry," he declares, wondering if Tenma is still conscious; if so, the next seems obvious enough. "Let's eat."
COMBATSYS: Preston has ended the fight here.
"Keh," mutters Tenma, staying there for a moment in the extended position of his slash, against Preston's guard. Why? It's dramatic. He needs to salvage a bit of cool points after that.... It's been a long, long time since anyone's blocked that attack, no matter how badly telegraphed it is. Finally though, he straightens up, dropping his sword arm to his side. All right, all right. Preston's managed to impress him. It doesn't mean he's not going to get some kind of nickname as soon as Tenma can come up with a good one.
But what he says, after wobbling on his feet for just a moment is... "Yeah... Me too. S'on me," the Gedo swordsman adds a moment later, moving to get the cloth sheath for his sword. Why? Well, he DID lose. And he might be an arrogant jackass, but he does have some kind of code of conduct.
[OOC] Tenma says, "so preston, want to jump ship to my team?"
[OOC] Preston says, "hmm!"
[OOC] Preston says, "someone still needs to tell preston he's actually on a team sometime"
[OOC] Marisol says, "have luc do it"
[OOC] Luc says, "i recruited you, god"
[OOC] Luc says, "i said 'JOIN MY TEAM ROWING IS FOR CHUMPS' and you were like 'indubitably sir i find your billy idol-esque hair to be quite stylish and fanciful chip chip cheerio'"
[OOC] Preston says, "hmm that sounds like something i'd say"
Log created on 22:39:19 05/18/2007 by Preston, and last modified on 05:56:59 06/01/2007.