paladinforhire: (ganbatte)
Fridtjof Djt-bidit ([personal profile] paladinforhire) wrote in [community profile] pluviosa2024-04-04 04:23 pm

[OPEN] fight fight fight!

Who: Fridtjof and OPEN!
What: Fridtjof is bored. He imagines others are bored as well.
Where: Top deck, near the pool.
When: Day 6-8ish?
Warnings: Violence probably, but preferably controlled violence.


Around day 6 there's a poster that appears in various parts of the ship. It's clearly hand-drawn, but someone at least looks like they've put a lot of time into it.



The person in question is loitering around the area, leaning against a tree. There's a rough circle made out of dirt, large enough to be a modest arena. He's wearing his shiny blue and white armor with a blue and white shield on his back. He looks to be very bored and his rabbit-like ears are twitching, searching around for any sound. Sure, she said there were no monsters, but...

In any case he greets anyone approaching with a smile and a wave.

"Hello! Here to fight or here to watch?" He'll show off for people if they want, he's just trying to not be flashy.
fauxcalors: (confident)

[personal profile] fauxcalors 2024-04-13 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
"I see!" Furina says brightly, and nods in turn. It's to be an exhibition match, then--like dance, some things simply go better with a partner. Not everyone can be as well at ease as a soloist. "I shall look forward to seeing your match when it arrives."

"Ah, but one must also rest when they can, monsieur," she says. "I should know! I spend most of my time resting." And fretting, but he needs not know that.
fauxcalors: (thinking)

[personal profile] fauxcalors 2024-04-26 08:31 am (UTC)(link)
Furina tilts her head at the information she's been given--the man before her does not look as though he has lived for over half a century, but, eyeing his ears, she supposes his species might not age like humans do.

"You have lived quite a different life to me, monsieur," she comments. "Rarely have I ever left the city I call home, and never have I left the nation it stands as the heart of. And I am much older than I look, so I can assure you that is quite a length of time to remain in place."

There might be something like both longing and fear in her voice when she asks, "what's it like? To travel so much, and fight your way through it."
fauxcalors: (guilt)

[personal profile] fauxcalors 2024-04-29 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
Furina nods slowly. "I see. I suppose that makes sense, in its own way," she says. "I can't say I've ever had...comrades, like that, but...I understand the sentiment. There are people I have a duty to as well, and while they don't require anything so direct from me as my presence on a battlefield, I would give everything for them."

Too forward, too direct? Mayhaps. But Furina is tired, and she's spoken nothing of the prophecy--her words to this stranger are perfectly poised and Archon Approved. Who is he going to be gossiping about her to, anyway? This much, and no more, is safe to share. She thinks. And it's...somehow easier to do, with him being a stranger. She doesn't know if she would have been able to be so frank to Neuvillette without more hesitation. The burden of expectation, and the weight of history...it does not exist here.

It's nice.

"Maybe, one day..." she says, gaze distant. "Maybe one day, I'll be able to travel." After all, hadn't Neuvillette promised her that her duty had reached its end? "After five hundred years spent in one place, it could be...nice, to see what the other nations have to offer."

If they ever get off this Ship, that is.

She smiles. "Of course, if that is my plan, I should probably brush up on my combat skills. Teyvat isn't the safest place out there to wander--I certainly wouldn't suggest taking to the roads unarmed if you ever happen to find yourself there."