Post by Loki on Aug 14, 2021 19:11:22 GMT -8
One heavy pant after the other. It felt nigh impossible to reclaim the breath he lost during this fight. In truth, it was less of a fight and more of a spar; but it felt like he was sparring against a calamity itself. Loki’s pose was folding over itself. His feet were apart, his knees bent and his shoulders dropped. He held his arms up and high as he could, but they grew heavier and heavier as each second passed him by. He was right to strip down to a pair of shorts he cared little for, but those and spots of his fur were singed black. Loki’s eyeline was directed skyward. Floating above was Red, a beastkin like him. Taller, red fur, but with a power much higher than his own. Seven tails swept about behind him and his expression was unlike what it normally was. It was unfeeling, frigid, and ostensibly his eyes were burning with a freezing, tranquil fury.
“Damn…” Loki breathed. His thoughts were engrossed with the topic of Red. He knew him as a sly beastkin, troublesome with his build-in mischievousness. Loki was having difficulty seeing that individual as the person floating above. “Remind me not to get on yer bad side, eh?” It appeared to be enough to bring his training partner down and back onto solid ground. His extra tails vanished in an instant and a far warmer expression took the place of the old.
“Well!” He began with a spring in his step. “That’s enough for today, I think!” Enough respite was given to allow Loki to gather himself, to steady his step and stand upright. He lent his arms a glance, allowing the singed fur to fall to the wayside as new fur pushed itself in place. He winced as it did. The skin beneath was still burned and the fibres had to push their way past it regardless. “Guess I overdid it… here.” Pulling bandages from somewhere, Loki was unable to catch exactly where they were pulled from, he started wrapping them around the affected areas.
“Hell! Easy!” Loki protested. It did no good. The bandages kept coming just as quickly and just as tightly. When he was done, he motioned back to the nearby town.
They found themselves at a simple pizza parlor. It was a childly choice, so it was to no surprise that it came from Red. However, he did prefer a bit of class to be present as well. This time, there was none. It was just a pizza place. While he sat there uncharacteristically biting at the tip of a fairly large, single pizza slice, Loki returned with something cylindrical wrapped in foil. Hoping up on to a stool was an easy feat for him usually, but the impact with the cushion caused him to freeze up. He felt every infliction bestowed upon him during the past spar. It was more than obvious.
“Easy, now. You did eat one of my tail attacks,” he warned while just catching Loki’s soreness, both physically and mentally over the statement. “Which in itself is impressive! So! Why are you joining that tournament? I never did get to ask.” As the tinfoil was unfurled, it unveiled pita bread stuffed with shavings of meat. They were grey in hue, speckled with subtle dots of color from its spicing. A milky sauce ran its way through its many contours, traversing roads of cheese that had been melted on top of the whole of the odd meat wrap. “...What in God’s name is that…”
Loki was smiling ear to ear as he glanced from it and to Red. “What. You haven’t heard of a Donair? It’s pita bread and it’s got a bunch of lamb shaved from that spit over there.” Loki pointed out the large, rotating spit of grey meat that appeared to be sweating behind the counter.
“...Yeah, no thank you.”
Loki shrugged and stuck a fork into a few pieces of the meat. It was too large to eat as a wrap with the amount that was added. Red’ gaze lingered on what he thought to be an abomination of a dish, which Loki caught wind of. “Have to clear off some of this first.”
“About you entering the--”
“Right, yeah.” His mouth was already partially full, and pretty consistently, it would be as he spoke to Red’. “Something… t’ do, I guess? I thought maybe I’d meet some interestin’ people there.”
“Hm, is that so…” There was something very unconvincing about his response and Loki was quick to pick up on it.
“Well, I’m not lyin’. That’s pretty much the reason, but… at the risk of sounding lame as shit, I feel that… I could be…” He waved the fork about as he chewed. His gesture and upwards eye direction suggested he was searching for what to say - or perhaps, what to reveal. With a bit of a grunt, he seemed to have went with the latter. “Like, a real force to be reckoned with, y’ know? You know I mess around on the computer making pretty letters and logos for a lot of my day for people.”
“Oh!” Red said with a flux of delight and surprise. “That’s… surprisingly!”
Loki understood what he was getting at. His demeanor suggested another kind of work and if it were the past, he would be correct in his assumption. “Yeah, in the past maybe it was something else I did for a livin’, but not now. But maybe I want somethin’ like that again, but legit. Like jobs protectin’ others maybe or takin’ down big ol’ monsters. And this’ll be a bit step; like a catalyst to growth, I think. I just need more… training if you’ll keep helpin’?”
After a small lull, a playful snort followed the attentive beastkin. “Yes, I can do that. I want to watch you do well. It would be far too depressing to watch a one-sided beatdown with you on the receiving end during that whole thing…”
“Kinda like today… Anyway, you’re not entering?”
“Oh, no… I’m not one for attention,” Red said while turning his attention to a nearby window. “But until this thing starts, I will see how I can help your chances, hm?”
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