Fight Club

[notapilot]

It's that time again. Sam puts up the notice on the board and leaves flyers with Bar (as well as asking her politely to translate for anyone who asks).

Fight Club Outback tonight:
Rules are simple
1-Fight friendly
2-Be honest with skills and abilities
3-Break off the fight if it's getting serious
4-Square areas are for sparing with weapons
5-Circle areas are for sparing hand to hand
6-Any area (square or circle) that also has a triangle is for teaching

There are enchanted/high tech weapons available for use that will heal when they strike. (Weird, yes, but I've tested them so I know it's true.)
Security and Infirmary staff are present, but please try not to need us. This is for fun and not grudges.

[OOC: See this backroom post for OOC rules. Feel free to contact me via DM if you have questions or concerns. I may not be able to tag in Sam until later, but feel free to start your own matches and thread hop.]

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[herr_bookman]

Autor's out there spoiling for a fight, testing one of Karkat's high tech swords in one of the square areas. He's swinging it back and forth with no real skill, simply figuring out the weight of the weapon.

[feminine_menace]

YT is kind of hanging around the hand-to-hand rings. Kouriers get a little self-defense training but it's mostly along the lines of 'if things get hot, GTFO' and 'this is how you use a bundy stunner, kids.'

Maybe she should expand her horizons a little. But she doesn't know a lot of people here, and isn't eager to get into a fight (even a practice fight) with a stranger. So she's just watching, and not in line to use the rings or anything.

[herr_bookman]

"Are you looking for a fight?" Autor says as he approaches, with Karkat's sword slung over his shoulder.

[feminine_menace]

"Haven't decided yet," YT says.

Clearly the skinny dude is looking for a fight, so he might be disappointed.

[herr_bookman]

"That's fair," Autor says, setting his sword on the ground outside the circle. "Name's Autor. Are you new to Milliways?"

[feminine_menace]

"YT," YT says. "I've only been here since a little before Cubefall."

She's done a lot of exploring and talking to people since she first arrived, but she knows she's still a n00b.

[herr_bookman]

"Then, welcome to Milliways," Autor says, inclining his head. "What does YT stand for, if anything?"

[feminine_menace]

"Yours Truly," YT says."Like the way people sign letters sometimes."

[herr_bookman]

"Interesting," Autor says, adjusting his glasses. "Is that your birth name or did you choose it?"

[feminine_menace]

"Option B," YT says. "Every Kourier has a callsign, and that's mine."

Which is part of what makes it a good job for YT. She's not terribly fond of her birth name.

[herr_bookman]

Autor tilts his head. "What's a Kourier? Someone who delivers things?"

[feminine_menace]

"Yeah. But it's Kourier with a K. We deliver things on skateboards, which makes it cooler. And longer range than a bicycle messenger, because we can 'poon cars."

Which further increases the coolness factor.

[herr_bookman]

"'Poon?" Autor says, furrowing his brow. "As in harpoon? How does that work?"

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Has it really been a month here? Yamato's a little surprised, but he's not going to turn down a scrap, which is why he and Gabumon are hanging out in the circle, with Gabumon up on a low tree branch.

[herr_bookman]

Autor approaches Yamato with Karkat's sword slung over his shoulder. He sets it down outside the circle and steps inside. "Hello, Yamato," Autor says, raising a hand in a wave. "How are you?"

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato gives Autor an assessing look, trying to gauge whether he's improved any since they last spoke.

"I'm okay. Maybe a little bored," he allows. "What about you? I didn't know you knew how to use a sword."

[herr_bookman]

"I don't," Autor says, raising one shoulder in a shrug. "I was just testing it out. And I'm all right, thanks for asking. You looking for a fight?"

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Got some sleep?" Yamato asks, and his stare is a little intent, because he has to at least check that Autor's fit to fight before he agrees to one.

But he does give a quick nod, after a second. "Yeah, I am. A few people in the bar have had some pretty good training tips, may as well put them to good use."

[herr_bookman]

"Yes, I've gotten some sleep," Autor says, folding his arms and staring right back. "People in the bar are always good for advice. What kinds of tips have you been getting?"

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Kicking and falling over. A few other things," Yamato says. "A guy named Steve gave me some training up in the gym, and a woman named X gave me some training at the last fight club. Not had much chance to use it yet, though."

Which is good! Probably.

[herr_bookman]

"X is a great person to learn from, though she's rather intense," Autor says, raising his brows. "I don't know any Steves. But I'm glad you're learning things. One of us has to."

He glances to his hands. "Did you want to get some gloves or go at it bare-handed?"

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato smiles wryly for a split second. "Intense is a good word for it. She was a really good teacher, though, I enjoyed it."

He gives Autor's hands a glance as well and shrugs, taking off his jacket. "Unless you're looking to come out of this with bloody knuckles, I'd say gloves," he says. "But it's up to you."

[herr_bookman]

Autor nods thoughtfully, and heads to the glove box. He plucks up a pair of boxing gloves and starts putting them on. "I've no need for bloody knuckles," he says as he returns. He holds his hands up in the ready position, protecting his face. "Your move."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato heads to the glove box as well, picking out a pair of gloves and tugging them on, quickly lacing them up.

He watches Autor for a second, scuffing the ground with the toe of his shoe, before moving forward, lightly testing Autor's defense with a few quick jabs.

[herr_bookman]

Autor's defense is pretty solid this time, and he blocks Yamato's punches before throwing one of his own. His footwork is steady, his knees slightly bent.