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bakerstreet2021-11-26 08:55 pm
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THE FIGHT MEME

What else needs to be said? Release your inner warrior and partake in some epic (or hilariously bad) battles! Do you use a sword? Are you a martial arts master? Are you a wizard? Can you even fight?
It doesn't matter if you're just having a friendly spar or deciding the fate of the universe. You're suddenly filled with the urge to fight the next person you meet. Cut loose and show off your skills!
RULES
◘ Post with your character! List your fighting preferences if you'd like (Sparring, Death Battles, Anything Goes, etc.)
◘ Reply to someone else
◘ ROUND 1...
◘ ... FIGHT!
Here are some prompts to pick from (or RNG from):
1: VERBAL
Not all fights are physical. Maybe you're just really mad and really loud.
2: WUSSY
This is possibly the dumbest limp-wristed flail fight you've ever been involved in.
3: WITS
Because why would you beat someone into the ground when you can humiliate them with your massive intellect instead?
4: PRIZEFIGHT
There's an audience to watch and a prize at stake that only one of you can walk away with. Best bring your A-game.
5: SPARRING
You're fighting to improve. Whether you know your partner or whether you've
just met, you can be pretty sure you're walking away from this one.
6: GRUDGE MATCH
Your hated rival is in town. It's time for a rematch.
7: BAR FIGHT
Welcome to the mother of all drunken brawls.
8: YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS!
Maybe your opponent is your friend/sibling/love/other cherished person. Maybe
you're a pacifist. Either way, you're in this fight, but you really
don't want to be.
9: TO THE DEATH
This is it. Too much has happened for this to be anything but a fight to the end. Only one of you is walking away from this.
10: OBLIGATORY SMUT OPTION
Hate sex is the best. And some people like smut and some do not.
11: AGAINST THE HORDE
It's you and your ally against many. Demons, zombies, whatever. Rip and tear, until it is done.
12: GODMODE
You and your opponent both have world-breaking superpowers, and frankly everyone would be happier if you weren't fighting. You are, though, and it's awesome, even if there might not be much left when you're done.
13: RANDOM
Your very own personalized scenario.
Original here.

Paul Atreides | Dune
Norza | Evertale
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Fukurou sends someone to fight in the tournament every year, just as a matter of course, but usually it's Hayato.
This year he's sick, and Akira finds himself drafted in to take his place. As the last fight before his, a burly dockworker versus a skinny teenager who never stood a chance, finishes, he's called up for his own fight.
He strips down to his uniform pants, clambering up and slipping under the ropes, stretching out his shoulders as he waits for his opponent.]
Skarlet | Mortal Kombat | OTA for violence!
Akira Kougami | Nil Admirali no Tenbin
Deadlock ⛤ABC Warriors
I'm really feeling in the mood to do some kind of motorcycle duelling if anyone wants to give it a try.
Childe/Tartaglia | Genshin Impact
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The Medicine Seller | Mononoke | ota
oh whatever combination ends up happening here
The reasons for coming so far east are his own, based on a request from the Belmonts and a desire to leap upon that rare chance to explore. What he has found is a landscape unlike any other he has seen, and it was with relief he traveled into the countryside once he arrived in the capital.
Few publications mentioned matters such as the rainy season though. It is why Alucard has begrudgingly sheltered himself in...wherever he is now. A village that has been reclaimed by time already, homes still in tact but wrapped in greenery.
He sits in the doorway of one such home, dressed as the obvious westerner he is. If he isn't any traveling to do and the place is as abandoned as he feels it is, there isn't much point.
There's a long, tired sigh.]
Three days. Passing through is going to be harder than I thought.
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He'd not had much dealings with Westerners. Once or twice, perhaps, but usually it was little more than short and idle chatter, whatever banter it might take to sell an item, or gain much needed information. No doubt this unfamiliarity was the reason why he couldn't place precisely what he felt here, as he set foot in this long abandoned village. Nothing more than a forgotten farming community, it would seem, though still just barely recent enough to ensure that it's buildings hadn't become too dangerous to shelter in.
Whatever had driven its original occupants away so many years ago seemed long since gone, so it was easy to locate this stranger, in the otherwise empty and hollow skeleton of the town. Even drawing closer to where the man chosen to wait for the rain to stop rendered nothing, not a scrap of recognizability, and while duty still presided over all... He'd not deny the curiosity that it invoked. It wasn't every day he stumbled across something new.]
It's not likely to to stop any time soon. [He'd arrived without sound, without warning, like a figure that had been clumsily clipped into a reel of film, rainfall beating down upon the wide parasol attached to the medicine box.]
If you're waiting for a moment of respite, I fear you'll be trapped here for quite some time.
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It is a novelty. An unwelcome one, just as the color of the man's clothing and strange box are welcome contrasts against the rain.]
That is dire news. [He says it with a grave seriousness, eyes realizing that the trunk has it's own shelter. That's...new.] My understanding is this area has a number of small streams and creaks, and I'm worried about crossing safely.
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[His gaze shifted, looking just past the other man into the abandoned home he sheltered in] But it's become too heavy for me to continue further for the moment, myself. Might I impose upon your company for a few hours? Only until this surge passes.
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Not that there had been many breaks to his sharp eyes and ears. The pacing had been nothing if not steady, and in that, it made moving through all the harder.]
I'm afraid that if you wish that, then we'll need to squeeze into where I am now. The roof extends only a few feet behind me. The rest of the place has leaks.
[With that, gold eyes move to the chest and the curious umbrella equipped with it.] Will your luggage be all right?
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If you'd like, should you find yourself short on time, and the weather too stubborn, I may yet still have a parasol or two on hand.
[The man before him was given a brief, appraising look as he moved to assume a spot beneath the roof,] Perhaps for a discounted price, if you find yourself short on the local currency. You seem quite out of the way, for a tourist. I hope you aren't lost.
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[Wallachia has advanced, of course, but of the many arts Alucard has seen thus far, lacquerwear has been one of the most fascinating. The work of it, yes, but also the details and motifs applied, ones Alucard would like to spend more time learning. He only knows the symbolism of his people and the West. A new visual language is exicting in and of itself.
There's a quiet, considering hmmm to the Medicine Seller's offer. It might be worth it.]
I had hoped to take the longer, slower road to Kyoto, but that was clearly a mistake. [So not lost. Just miscalculated.] But should night pass and the morning bring no change in the rain or it's intensity, I will take you up on that offer.
[With a gesture behind him, Alucard indicates the previous tight space he spoke of not moments before.] I've been managing a small cooking fire for when it's been needed. It has only been needed twice thus far.
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[The box was set down, parasol still attached, just upon the edge of where the roof extended over the space. He'd been quite serious when he said he had faith in it's protection, after all. He himself settled further in, allowing as much room as he could between himself and the other man.]
What business do you have in Kyoto, if I may? [A brief pause, and then,] And where might you have come from? It's clear you've traveled quite a ways from home.
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[It is a tight fit, but not horridly uncomfortable. Not yet, at least, the night might make Alucard reconsider that thought. For now, he can enjoy gentle conversation. If nothing else, it makes the time go faster.]
You'll forgive me if I decline to answer the first. [But surely, that was expected.] Romania. [Alucard's careful when he says it, a different word nearly tumbling out of his mouth instead. Wallachia had been Wallachia for centuries now. Romania wasn't even 75 years old yet. It was hard, remembering the correct name.] It is near the Ottoman Empire and the Black Sea, if that helps a little.
[Alucard isn't so rude as to ask the man's geographic knowledge, but he has yet to assume anyone here knows where Romania is. It is terribly far west, and lacks the cultural cache of the Netherlands, France, or England, or any of the other major powers that have explored the east.]