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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.
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[personal profile] vermillionpledge 2024-04-15 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
The poster has her intrigued, she can't lie. Especially with quarters as confined as they've been, Alisaie has felt restless energy building up since she's arrived with limited outlet. Maybe she ought to get into exploring, just to see if she can help somehow.
But for now, she makes her way up to the top deck with something like excitement building in her heart. A chance to really test herself? Or maybe just to get a feel for how these strange people will react in a fight? Either way, she can't wait.
She sees a few familiar faces standing around: Mint the green-haired Miqo'te stands out, but she recognizes the others from meals. It's what looks like a new face that draws her attention. A man in paladin's armor with distinctive long ears stands at the front of the group. Another Eorzean? Hopefully not one who expects to know her, she thinks with a guilty twist in her gut.
"I hear you're looking for a contest of arms," she says as confidently as she can manage. "I'd like to join."