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It has recently come to our attention that many of our guests have not been focusing on their health and wellness. In an effort to encourage healthy living and help our beloved guests get in shape, a grand sports festival will be held in the Golden Peacock. This sports festival will include many small games and four large games.
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♦ DIAMONDS GAME ♦
OMEGADOME: HUNTING GAME
A cheerful pair of game managers stand outside the conservatory doors and block all guests that try to enter. They quickly explain that a special Diamonds game is taking place inside and only guests that agree to participate may enter. This game is a physical exercise that riffs on "Hunting", which is a popular sport in many different countries and civilizations. Of course, it is one hundred percent safe, and all guests that play are eligible to win massive chip prizes, store vouchers, fabulous prizes, and more.
Details about the game? Those can't be shared outside of the conservatory. Only the brave and those willing to risks will reap the benefits of this Diamonds game. So step right up, dear guests, and sign this waiver before stepping into the flourishing beauty of the conservatory for a brand new adventure.
♥ HEARTS GAME ♥
DOUBLES' THERMO: SURVIVAL GAME
Chickadees is sparing no expense on advertising their e-sport games over the course of the sports festival. Posters, notifications, stickers, fliers! Come one, come all. Sports don't need to be physical. Guests that duck into the arcade will find a variety of e-sport games to enjoy, but the real showstopper that every single employee is aggressively promoting is the new immersive VR game, DOUBLES' THERMO.
A large swath of egg-shaped pods have been installed in the back half of Chickadees. Any guest that shows an iota of interest will be assaulted by employees encouraging them to give it a try. They will offer vouchers for a free session, encourage with mentions of prizes that can be won from the arcade's coveted prize wall, and persuade by praising how high tech and immersive the experience is. Some employees are desperate enough to trick or push guests into the pods if they aren't willing to go in themselves.
However they've ended up inside the VR egg, guests will find themselves submerged in strange fluid as the lid closes. Everything fades away into darkness as the game loads...
♣ CLUBS GAME ♣
QUACK AND COVER: SHOOTING GAME
Cloaca & Dagger has temporarily outfitted itself as a neon-bright paintball course. Gone are the wild sex setups in exchange for series of obstacles and obstructions for guests to navigate while in pursuit of paintball championship. This high intensity game of strategy and physical fitness promises to exhilarate! Welcome to Quack and Cover, a game where your shooting skills and ingenuity will be put to the test.
So say the game managers at the door before following up with a few disclaimers. Cloaca & Dagger is not responsible for any physical or psychological trauma guests may incur while inside. Guests that join the game will then be outfitted in tight black underarmor and supplied with a paintball gun and protective mask before being let loose on the course.
♠ SPADES GAME ♠
PECKING ORDER: MMA GAME
During night hours, many long-standing guests make their way through Talon toward the gym’s creaky basement stairs. Three floors down and then through a desolate hallway with littered with abandoned equipment. Double doors wait at the end, unassuming until they’ve been opened…
Flashing lights, jeers, and the thick odor of sweat. You’ve found the Pecking Order, a late-night mixed martial arts event where guests show their prowess in the ring. Spectating guests shout and messily eat snacks on make-shift bleachers while fighters clash inches away, using only their bodies to fight for dominance and win. Pecking Order is very informal; guests only need to sign up in order to get added to the docket. Anyone can watch, though they will be vaguely warned at the door that even spectating comes with risks.
LOCKER ROOMS
YOU WASH MY BACK, I'LL WASH YOURS
Every training and game location has a door labeled LOCKER ROOM right outside the entrance. These doors all connect to the same massive locker room. The magic of these locker room doors goes one way. Trying to go back to the place you just were by backtracking will not work — you’ll just end up in Beak! All guests will be advised to finish their games before hitting the showers.
The Golden Peacock is proud to present our upgraded and extended locker room. Please come in and enjoy the facilities, catch-up with your teammates, and enjoy some healthy drinks provided by our favorite resort convenience store, Cock-a-doodle-doo’s!
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[ They also shove Minato into a ring and slap a bracelet on him too, not that he could necessarily do anything without an Evoker.
He eyes his current opponent up and down, gaze landing on the other's raised hands. No -- there'd been no mistakes. He'd seen earlier how those who didn't look like they'd scrapped a day in their life got thrown into the ring, sometimes against a person who was thrumming with the thrill of a fight and eager for the smell of blood.
This isn't a mistake at all. In fact, one might even call this guy lucky to be facing someone as inexperienced as Minato.
What he lacks in experience, he makes up for it in mettle. ]
Then I'll try to make it quick.
[ He lunges forward and slams an elbow in his opponent's ribs. ]
[Kazuya barely has time to recognize how much his opponent actually looks like him before there's an elbow slamming into his ribs, making him immediately keel forward, clutching his middle.
Wow. Ow. Oof. Ouch, this guy is serious? For no reason either. At least the others had at least let him throw the fight and feign his way to victory, but this guy is clearly playing for keeps.
He must want him bad. That's nerve-wracking in a way he's not really all that happy with? And yet he's still wheezing from the blow as he lets one arm drop to try and sock the go back with. Aim for the head, and maybe he can get lucky?]
[ The punch clips Minato at his temple, knuckles grazing along his skin. In truth, he didn't have the chance to fully duck out of the way, too distracted and astounded by the guy's clumsier movements.
...maybe he shouldn't have hit him that hard. This guy -- he's an ordinary human like this, huh. Perhaps others would tone it down a bit. Maybe they'd even feel a little ashamed about wailing on some poor teen who should have been at the club instead.
Minato, on the other hand, lunges again and knocks Kazuya to the ground. He sits his entire weight on top of him, one hand pinning down each of Kazuya's wrists. ]
Are you sure you don't want to yield?
[ It's a genuine question. It even sounds innocent as Minato has the gall to look down at Kazuya with a concerned frown. ]
[He immediately hits the ground, and as the other sits on top of him, pins him down unfortunately easily by his wrists. Kazuya struggles underneath the hold with all his might, heart hammering in his chest.
No way he can yield and let this guy do what he wants with him. He wants it way too bad. He's got a plan, and Kazuya quite frankly wants no part of it.]
Get off!
[If he had his powers right now.... Ohh this guy would be in a world of hurt.]
[ Struggle as Kazuya may, Minato doesn't budge. He stays put with a steady expression, watching as his opponent thrashes about.
This guy looks... scared? Why? ]
I'm not --
[ "Going to hurt you," is what he would say. Except he already has, hasn't he? Whoops. Can't be using that line as reassurance anymore, even if Minato really doesn't intend any true harm. So he cants his head a bit instead, watching as the other tries to wrestle for his life.
So he asks, just barely audible only for the two of them to hear: ]
[ Yeah right. Does this guy not know how menacing that is? Maybe it's just part self preservation, and part demonic need to be free, but Kazuya continues to squirm under him trying to jostle the other loose.
When that doesn't work, another opening appears as he tilts his head towards him.
Kazuya lurches upwards as fast amd as hard as possible, aiming to headbutt his captor right in the nose. ]
[ The mark lands true, hitting Minato square in the nose. That's fair, he thinks, because he really should have known better than to let his guard down.
But despite the blood dripping from his nose and staining his opponent's shirt, he recovers and sinks his entire weight back onto the other teen. He's suffered worse than a bloody nose in the past. It doesn't bother him at all.
Nothing is more dangerous than a frightened animal. He should have known better than to let his guard down. Minato shifts to press a knee against Kazuya's side, searching for the spot where he'd hit earlier. ]
The smell of blood in the air. So close to him. Dripping onto him. It makes him hungry, even despite being particularly well fed here.
Well. Weiss would be disappointed in him, but there isn't any rules against it, so he jerks again against the other, and immediately sinks sharp teeth right into the arm that's closest to him. RIP to Minato's sleeve. It's getting bitten right through.
[ Those teeth go straight through his sleeve and into his arm, piercing skin to draw more blood. It trickles down his forearm and onto the other teen's hand. Minato hisses, nails digging into the other's wrists as he resists the instinct to pull away.
He really needs to finish this fast. If his opponent won't yield, he'll have to give him no choice but to do just that. Minato forces one of the trapped arms underneath the opponent's body, pinning it there to free one of his own hands. And with it, he leans forward to press his palm against an exposed throat.
Cut off the air supply. That should do it, right? ]
cw is it really asphyxiation if the person being asphyxiated doesnt need to breathe
[ His opponent doesn't pull away like he thought he might, and his blood soaks into the fabric in his mouth just enough to give him a taste.
It's not bad. In a way that's absolutely distracting because he does manage to end up with his arm pinned underneath himself and a hand on his throat that squeezes.
Well.
That'd be dangerous, if not for the fact he doesn't need to breathe.
Kazuya clenches his jaw tighter, digs his teeth deeper into the other teens arm and pulls, yanking his head back to hopefully inflict enough pain amd damage to make him release him. ]
[ ...no reaction? Really? This guy doesn't breathe? Great, just his luck --
Minato's hand falls away from his opponent's throat. That didn't work, but at least it hasn't been in vain. He has a hand available once again, though he immediately needs it to brace himself against the floor as the other teen digs his teeth in deeper.
At this rate, this guy might seriously tear part of his arm off. Minato lets go, the limb moving with Kazuya's head as he flinches from the pain. ]
You -- you don't breathe?
[ What kind of person was this guy??
Minato's moving again as he jabs a knee, hard, right below his ribs again. He's not dealing with any ordinary human after all, huh. ]
[ Two hands available now!! Minato reaches forward, hands on his opponent's shoulders to slam him into the ground. ]
No.
[ In truth, he doesn't really care about the win. It was merely a task placed in front of him, and now all he has to show for it is a bloody nose and a chewed-up arm.
He can still end this without taking anymore damage. This person doesn't breathe, but -- surely he'd get dazed after a blow to the head?
His uninjured arm winds back, hand balling into a fist to slam it against the other teen's temple. And if that doesn't work... well, he's out of ideas. ]
[ He really does try to break free. Unfortunately he's an average guy when it comes to being without his powers, and he's been on the back ropes since the beginning when the other teen jumped him.
The other teens fist connects with his temple. His vision swims.
And he tries really, really hard to stay concious.
He gets out a grunt, shakes his head twice to try and clear his vision, and then goes absolutely limp.
The crowd absolutely cheers for Minato's victory. Some even yell out the title of "Usurper" for him.
It's going to take a minute or two before Kazuya wakes back up.]
[ Minato exhales in relief as the other teen goes limp. God. Finally. The crowd cheers, but the blood dripping off his chin and the sting in his arm doesn't make him feel like a winner.
He's tired. Everything hurts. Who cares about this new title everyone's yelling. But instead of slinking away to lick his wounds and shy away from the spotlight, Minato lingers to see if Kazuya actually gets back up.
He's on his feet again, uninjured hand pinching the bridge of his nose as he holds his other arm closer to his body. The sleeve is soaked through by now, but he has to choose between trying to stem the bloody nose or the open wound on his arm.
...this guy, he's going to get up eventually, right? ]
[ It doesn't take that long for him to reawaken in the grand scheme of things. It's literally a minute and a half, but he absolutely rolls onto his side with a soft groan.
He feels like shit.
His head hurts.
The fact that he's lost a fight really, really stings his pride the moment he realizes what happened. He's gotta get out of the ring regardless, and in another few seconds, he manages to roll again, this time pushing himself onto his knees as he looks up at the winner of the scuffle.
[ That makes two of them. Minato also feels like shit. The raucous crowd is deafening; the concentrated spotlight makes it far too warm. Everything hurts.
The spectators chant, offering their unwarranted opinions on what he should take as the victor. But because Minato hadn't thought that far ahead, he can only look to the other teen wide-eyed like a deer in headlights. ]
I don't --
[ He... doesn't have an answer. So he turns away, runs, flees from the floor with his heart racing in his ears, adrenaline still coursing through his veins. He runs, and runs, and doesn't stop until it's quiet again, hand still at his bloody nose.
Minato sinks to the floor, crouching as he exhales and wipes sweat from his brow with his other arm.
He catches a glimpse of the bite mark. ...that person -- his teeth sure were sharp. ]
[....? The last thing that Kazuya expects is for the victor to flee, escaping off pass the crowd. Kazuya blinks after him in confusion before realizing that if he stays in the ring,he'll probably get another pummeling.
No thanks.
But he is going to follow the scent of the others blood, because what the hell was that and also because even if it had been a forced altercation,tbe fact of the matter is that the other had won, and thus he's owed his winnings. Far be it from Kazuya to fight against magical entrapment. When he does finally find him, Kazuya nudges him with his foot.
[ He doesn't bother looking up at the sound of approaching footsteps. He does, however, glance up when someone shoves him with their foot.
...oh.
Minato pulls his arm closer against his chest, as though the stranger didn't have firsthand knowledge about the injury there. And because it feels like the bloody nose has stopped, the hand at his nose falls away as he wipes his mouth with the back of a hand. ]
It was too loud there.
[ Too much commotion, too much environmental stimuli. ]
[ Maybe he could boss this person into leaving him alone? That train of thought is quickly interrupted though as the other teen speaks again. Instead of complying and holding his arm out, he shies away from his former opponent. ]
...no. It's fine.
[ Hand his arm over? Just to get chomped on again? He'd seen that hunger in the other teen's eyes as soon as the taste of blood hit his tongue. Alas, Minato's not keen on getting eaten alive his first week here. ]
[ Kazuya gives him a flat look when the other says thay he has nothing for him to do.
It gets even flatter when he refuses to give up his arm so that he can be healed. Kazuya nudges him again with his foot, once more unkindly, begore he sighs, loud and annoyedbefore dropping into a crouch next to him and grabbing at the arm anyway.
His grip is strong, and he pulls the limb towards him with ease even if he does resist.
Weird, considering how pathetic he'd been in the ring.
A hand rolls up the sleeve, before covering the bite mark. A Diarahan shimmers its green mist over the wound, but it's likely the magic will also be felt in his poor nose too. ]
[ The grip on Minato's arm belies a certain strength, one that hadn't been shown during their fight. Could that mean this person was deprived of a supernatural strength earlier?
A flash of panic stirs in his eyes, momentary terror that the other boy was about to tear into his arm again. But those fears are soon assuaged by a familiar spell, one that soothes the sting in his arm and his nose. ]
...a Dia spell?
[ Some form of one, anyhow. Minato glances down at his arm, new skin peeking through the holes in his shredded sleeve. Good as new. ]
...
[ It feels a little weird trying to be polite to someone he'd scrapped with earlier, but... this guy is his elder, isn't he? After a moment of awkward silence, he dips his head in gratitude. ]
[...? This guy knows the magic he cast? That makes him wonder then. Is he more like him, who made contracts with demons, or more like Akira and Yu, who just had them living in their heads?
The flash of fear is noted for now, and part of him thinks "Good, it's what you get for jumping me." ]
Diarahan.
[ He clarifies. ]
... Know any little guys by the name of Jack Frost?
[ He does have that kind of scent- and taste to him. ]
[ Diarahan? That's a pretty strong spell. Seems like Minato's theory not too long ago holds some water: this guy's no pushover.
He takes his arm back and folds his hands in his lap, nodding a bit in response to the question he's asked. ]
Yeah. Small snowmen. Blue hat.
[ What was it they liked to say again? ]
...hee ho?
[ -- why is he being asked that though? Minato falls silent again as he frowns at his company with an expectant look in his eyes, waiting for an explanation. ]
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He eyes his current opponent up and down, gaze landing on the other's raised hands. No -- there'd been no mistakes. He'd seen earlier how those who didn't look like they'd scrapped a day in their life got thrown into the ring, sometimes against a person who was thrumming with the thrill of a fight and eager for the smell of blood.
This isn't a mistake at all. In fact, one might even call this guy lucky to be facing someone as inexperienced as Minato.
What he lacks in experience, he makes up for it in mettle. ]
Then I'll try to make it quick.
[ He lunges forward and slams an elbow in his opponent's ribs. ]
HERE COMES MINATO WITH THE STEEL CHAIR
Wow. Ow. Oof. Ouch, this guy is serious? For no reason either. At least the others had at least let him throw the fight and feign his way to victory, but this guy is clearly playing for keeps.
He must want him bad. That's nerve-wracking in a way he's not really all that happy with? And yet he's still wheezing from the blow as he lets one arm drop to try and sock the go back with. Aim for the head, and maybe he can get lucky?]
NO MERCY!!!
...maybe he shouldn't have hit him that hard. This guy -- he's an ordinary human like this, huh. Perhaps others would tone it down a bit. Maybe they'd even feel a little ashamed about wailing on some poor teen who should have been at the club instead.
Minato, on the other hand, lunges again and knocks Kazuya to the ground. He sits his entire weight on top of him, one hand pinning down each of Kazuya's wrists. ]
Are you sure you don't want to yield?
[ It's a genuine question. It even sounds innocent as Minato has the gall to look down at Kazuya with a concerned frown. ]
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No way he can yield and let this guy do what he wants with him. He wants it way too bad. He's got a plan, and Kazuya quite frankly wants no part of it.]
Get off!
[If he had his powers right now.... Ohh this guy would be in a world of hurt.]
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This guy looks... scared? Why? ]
I'm not --
[ "Going to hurt you," is what he would say. Except he already has, hasn't he? Whoops. Can't be using that line as reassurance anymore, even if Minato really doesn't intend any true harm. So he cants his head a bit instead, watching as the other tries to wrestle for his life.
So he asks, just barely audible only for the two of them to hear: ]
What are you so afraid of?
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When that doesn't work, another opening appears as he tilts his head towards him.
Kazuya lurches upwards as fast amd as hard as possible, aiming to headbutt his captor right in the nose. ]
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But despite the blood dripping from his nose and staining his opponent's shirt, he recovers and sinks his entire weight back onto the other teen. He's suffered worse than a bloody nose in the past. It doesn't bother him at all.
Nothing is more dangerous than a frightened animal. He should have known better than to let his guard down. Minato shifts to press a knee against Kazuya's side, searching for the spot where he'd hit earlier. ]
You're not going to yield?
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[ Not with-
The smell of blood in the air. So close to him. Dripping onto him. It makes him hungry, even despite being particularly well fed here.
Well. Weiss would be disappointed in him, but there isn't any rules against it, so he jerks again against the other, and immediately sinks sharp teeth right into the arm that's closest to him. RIP to Minato's sleeve. It's getting bitten right through.
The crowd goes wild.]
cw asphyxiation holds my face in my hands
He really needs to finish this fast. If his opponent won't yield, he'll have to give him no choice but to do just that. Minato forces one of the trapped arms underneath the opponent's body, pinning it there to free one of his own hands. And with it, he leans forward to press his palm against an exposed throat.
Cut off the air supply. That should do it, right? ]
cw is it really asphyxiation if the person being asphyxiated doesnt need to breathe
It's not bad. In a way that's absolutely distracting because he does manage to end up with his arm pinned underneath himself and a hand on his throat that squeezes.
Well.
That'd be dangerous, if not for the fact he doesn't need to breathe.
Kazuya clenches his jaw tighter, digs his teeth deeper into the other teens arm and pulls, yanking his head back to hopefully inflict enough pain amd damage to make him release him. ]
ATTEMPTED.....
Minato's hand falls away from his opponent's throat. That didn't work, but at least it hasn't been in vain. He has a hand available once again, though he immediately needs it to brace himself against the floor as the other teen digs his teeth in deeper.
At this rate, this guy might seriously tear part of his arm off. Minato lets go, the limb moving with Kazuya's head as he flinches from the pain. ]
You -- you don't breathe?
[ What kind of person was this guy??
Minato's moving again as he jabs a knee, hard, right below his ribs again. He's not dealing with any ordinary human after all, huh. ]
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No, he doesn't need to breathe, but getting kneed in the ribs doesn't mean it doesn't cause him to vacate what air is in there. ]
Get off of me-!
[ He wheezes out, thrashing again. Any part of this guy he can manage to hit, he will.
Even if he's clearly the loser in this situation. ]
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No.
[ In truth, he doesn't really care about the win. It was merely a task placed in front of him, and now all he has to show for it is a bloody nose and a chewed-up arm.
He can still end this without taking anymore damage. This person doesn't breathe, but -- surely he'd get dazed after a blow to the head?
His uninjured arm winds back, hand balling into a fist to slam it against the other teen's temple. And if that doesn't work... well, he's out of ideas. ]
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The other teens fist connects with his temple. His vision swims.
And he tries really, really hard to stay concious.
He gets out a grunt, shakes his head twice to try and clear his vision, and then goes absolutely limp.
The crowd absolutely cheers for Minato's victory. Some even yell out the title of "Usurper" for him.
It's going to take a minute or two before Kazuya wakes back up.]
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He's tired. Everything hurts. Who cares about this new title everyone's yelling. But instead of slinking away to lick his wounds and shy away from the spotlight, Minato lingers to see if Kazuya actually gets back up.
He's on his feet again, uninjured hand pinching the bridge of his nose as he holds his other arm closer to his body. The sleeve is soaked through by now, but he has to choose between trying to stem the bloody nose or the open wound on his arm.
...this guy, he's going to get up eventually, right? ]
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He feels like shit.
His head hurts.
The fact that he's lost a fight really, really stings his pride the moment he realizes what happened. He's gotta get out of the ring regardless, and in another few seconds, he manages to roll again, this time pushing himself onto his knees as he looks up at the winner of the scuffle.
At least he dealt some damage. ]
Well? What do you want from me?
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The spectators chant, offering their unwarranted opinions on what he should take as the victor. But because Minato hadn't thought that far ahead, he can only look to the other teen wide-eyed like a deer in headlights. ]
I don't --
[ He... doesn't have an answer. So he turns away, runs, flees from the floor with his heart racing in his ears, adrenaline still coursing through his veins. He runs, and runs, and doesn't stop until it's quiet again, hand still at his bloody nose.
Minato sinks to the floor, crouching as he exhales and wipes sweat from his brow with his other arm.
He catches a glimpse of the bite mark. ...that person -- his teeth sure were sharp. ]
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No thanks.
But he is going to follow the scent of the others blood, because what the hell was that and also because even if it had been a forced altercation,tbe fact of the matter is that the other had won, and thus he's owed his winnings. Far be it from Kazuya to fight against magical entrapment. When he does finally find him, Kazuya nudges him with his foot.
Roughly. ]
Way to make a scene and run off.
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...oh.
Minato pulls his arm closer against his chest, as though the stranger didn't have firsthand knowledge about the injury there. And because it feels like the bloody nose has stopped, the hand at his nose falls away as he wipes his mouth with the back of a hand. ]
It was too loud there.
[ Too much commotion, too much environmental stimuli. ]
...why are you here?
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[ Since it seems like the other wasn't paying too much attention to the whole why of the fight.
... Huh. His nose might have stopped bleeding, but he'd gone and bitten pretty deep into his arm, and it's still clearly soaking through his shirt.
Maybe if he takes care of that, whatever the other wants from him wont be so bad. ]
Let me see your arm.
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[ Rules were rules, but -- ]
I don't have anything for you to do.
[ Maybe he could boss this person into leaving him alone? That train of thought is quickly interrupted though as the other teen speaks again. Instead of complying and holding his arm out, he shies away from his former opponent. ]
...no. It's fine.
[ Hand his arm over? Just to get chomped on again? He'd seen that hunger in the other teen's eyes as soon as the taste of blood hit his tongue. Alas, Minato's not keen on getting eaten alive his first week here. ]
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It gets even flatter when he refuses to give up his arm so that he can be healed. Kazuya nudges him again with his foot, once more unkindly, begore he sighs, loud and annoyedbefore dropping into a crouch next to him and grabbing at the arm anyway.
His grip is strong, and he pulls the limb towards him with ease even if he does resist.
Weird, considering how pathetic he'd been in the ring.
A hand rolls up the sleeve, before covering the bite mark. A Diarahan shimmers its green mist over the wound, but it's likely the magic will also be felt in his poor nose too. ]
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A flash of panic stirs in his eyes, momentary terror that the other boy was about to tear into his arm again. But those fears are soon assuaged by a familiar spell, one that soothes the sting in his arm and his nose. ]
...a Dia spell?
[ Some form of one, anyhow. Minato glances down at his arm, new skin peeking through the holes in his shredded sleeve. Good as new. ]
...
[ It feels a little weird trying to be polite to someone he'd scrapped with earlier, but... this guy is his elder, isn't he? After a moment of awkward silence, he dips his head in gratitude. ]
Thanks.
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The flash of fear is noted for now, and part of him thinks "Good, it's what you get for jumping me." ]
Diarahan.
[ He clarifies. ]
... Know any little guys by the name of Jack Frost?
[ He does have that kind of scent- and taste to him. ]
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He takes his arm back and folds his hands in his lap, nodding a bit in response to the question he's asked. ]
Yeah. Small snowmen. Blue hat.
[ What was it they liked to say again? ]
...hee ho?
[ -- why is he being asked that though? Minato falls silent again as he frowns at his company with an expectant look in his eyes, waiting for an explanation. ]
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"at least he'll probably get a card out of it" unless.......?
minato is the one making this bad and that is SO FUNNY to me
PLEASE HE'LL MAKE IT UP I SWEAR
hmmm [x] doubt
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