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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
β Post with your character! List your fighting preferences if you'd like (Sparring, Death Battles, Anything Goes, etc.)
β Reply to someone else
β ROUND 1...
β ... 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
alexei shostakov | mcu
Jeanne d'Arc [Alter] π₯ Fate/Grand Order π₯ OTA
youko β¦ juuni kokki
rachel -{ animorphs }-
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get isekai'd, idiot (affectionate)!!
[There are rumors in the air of Kei that dare disbelief. They say the empress accepted a treasonous general from Tai as her personal guest. They say the empress interfered with the inner workings of other countries and pressed their kirin into working to rescue Tai Taiho. But the maddest of all the rumors is that the empress has a second kirin. No one but the court of Kinpa Palace knows the full truth of the rumors, but even within the palace they all question how a storm occurred above the Sea of Clouds with no kirin at its core and how it came to belch out the blond girl who now enjoys the hospitalities of the Imperial Kei.
The empress herself is only as concerned for the particulars as her guest is. Youko has committed resources to studying what happened and if it is possible to reverse short of having Keiki take her back further damaging a fragile Kei, but she is ultimately far more invested in Rachel's comfort and welfare as a stranger in a strange land. It is lucky that she landed largely uninjured and in the company of people who could speak to her. Luxuries Youko wasn't afforded when she was dropped in Kou three years ago. Not wishing the experience to be so grim for her guest, Youko did what she could to ensure Rachel could communicate and explore safely β chiefly giving her a small stipend and adding the girl to the divine registry so she could speak and be understood regardless of where she wandered. It also helped protect her, making her as unaging and hard to injure as the rest of those above the clouds.
She makes an interesting addition to Youko's inner circle, though a problem for her stodgier courtiers who continually assume their empress is trying to lead them to ruin anew. As the weeks have worn on, it has become a longer and longer game of Youko shutting down senior ministers trying to broach the subject with hard stares and the high ground of her throne. Fine and fair enough, she had thought.
Until today.
Today they had the gall to press Keiki's nature and have him bear her their concerns. How they worry themselves to death about what one girl and the rumors about her can do to the blessed prestige of Kei.
Youko couldn't deal with that. They're still learning to work as a team and her growing annoyance, no rage β misplaced, and not easily redirected from the messenger β could have flared into a full-blown fight. So she left. Held her hand up, said she'd think about it, and left for the garden in the inner palace to do enough training drills to silence any dark and completely unreasonable strategies for dealing with it out of her head. Let the anger pass.
Breathe in, breathe out. Even at her worst, she hews to Kantai's instructions for how to begin, blade resting at her feet while she starts the routine. She's less likely to strain herself and create a different problem with her Saiho if properly warmed up.]
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Regardless of where and when it is, Rachel doesn't think there's any going back for her. There's a feeling of finality when she thinks about her life in California with the Animorphs, with the war against the Yeerks, with everything. Her family, her friends, her mission, Tobias... All of that is behind her now.
On the bright side, everyone here treats her like she's God, basically, and they give her food and clothing and money and nice accommodations. Youko has been super nice to her, concerned for her well-being; Rachel didn't trust it at first, spending the first few days of her tenure watching everyone like a hawk, morphing into an assortment of animals to a) ascertain that she could, in fact, still morph, and b) to keep an eye on people and try to sniff out any fishy business. There are no Yeerks here, at least--just the aforementioned Fantasy Nonsense, and in a lot of ways it's close enough to the Sci-fi Nonsense that Rachel lived with for the last several years, so she's adjusting quickly.
She hasn't told anyone she can morph. She hasn't had to, and figured it was the kind of secret best held close to the chest until it was necessary. Secrecy had become second nature to her... but she wants to trust them, Youko especially. They're teenage girls who have been through hell in very different ways, and Rachel knows how nice it is to have someone you can really confide in.
So, when she spots the Empress working through a kata in a secluded part of the garden, she makes sure to snap a few twigs underfoot to alert her of her presence. ]
You look like you need to let off some steam. Wanna talk about it?
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I understand that my priority is to Kei, but it's the thing with Tai Taiho and General Risai all over again. I don't want to abandon people I can help, especially when all it takes is an extra step or two and Kei loses nothing. She knows they would argue Kei loses her focus, but she's not incapable of splitting that.
She lifts the Suiguutou off the ground, tying the scabbard tightly to the hilt before starting into the forms. Rachel isn't doing any more harm being here than Keikei is. She's just a girl β Youko doesn't continue that thought. Being the same age is relative now.
It's in the dead midst of the rider becomes a crane form and her review of how she had planted her feet that she hears the snapping of twigs, and wheels around to see the reason her outer court was biting at her heels standing in the copse.
Youko lets out a rueful little laugh at being caught quite literally stamping her feet into position before giving the other teenager a tired smile.]
If you promise to overlook the poor manners some people have...
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[ She shrugs, a little blasΓ©. She's not actually going to kick the asses of any of the stuffy ministers, or whatever their titles are. Even though they're beyond deferential to her face, she's listened in on them talking shit about her when they thought she couldn't hear it--they're looking for excuses to get rid of her, and dealing with them violently wouldn't fix that problem, only make it worse.
Marco would be proud of her, thinking about the big picture. ]
I'm an uninvited guest. People don't think I can be trusted. They don't know what I am or what to make of me. We need to give them an answer, and prove to them that I can belong in your court just as much as anyone else here. I'm not much of a strategy person, though. I'm the one who gets pointed at a problem and then shreds the problem to pieces, so... if a more subtle approach is necessary here, you're gonna have to give me some pointers.
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[That comes out sharper than she means it to, but it's clear she means it. Rachel missed the last attempt on Youko's life by a matter of months, and she doesn't for a minute believe it'll be the last, but she should be able to protect one guest from ill-informed, stupid aggression.
She almost laughs at the crack about kicking their asses. If it were as easy and simple as that, Youko could order their deaths without ever getting up from her throne. But regrettably, they were her subjects, and despite the general headassery they were exhibiting, she wanted them to flourish and prosper as much as her subjects back down on the ground.
Sighing, she spins the sword in her hand, letting momentum bring the scabbard up to her shoulder.]
They know what you are, they just don't... believe it. Normally, you couldn't have shown up where you did, and they think it's a sign.
[She pulls up short of saying what because they can't even agree on what Rachel is a sign of. It feels like she's heard everything, but many of them boil down to this being a sign that Youko has left the Way. Ruin will return to Kei again, the gods will visit shitsudou upon the kirin again, the people will suffer again.
That said, figuring out how to prove she had a place was a better next step than beheading an imaginary Minister of Spring. Youko takes a deep breath before beginning to draw what was surely a little familiar to Rachel by now in the dirt β a map of this world.]
I'm not pleased with trying to mollify them, but I think we could if we got the Powers That Be to sign off on you at Mount Hou. [She taps the dead center of the Yellow Sea. It would have been in Rachel's crash course of the norm here. The mountain where kirin are born and raised, and where emperors receive the Mandate of Heaven.] But that can be a little tricky to wrangle. Maybe there's some help you can give us with getting aid to returners and refugees?
Honestly, I don't know. I'm not coming up with anything good while the buzzing from those gnats is still in my head.
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She shakes her head. ]
They really don't know what I am, though, and... neither do you. On the surface, I'm exactly what I look like to you: I'm Rachel; I'm sixteen; I went to Benicia High School in Vallejo, California. And... the rest of it is easier to just show you, I guess. Not that I think you wouldn't believe me if I just told you, considering what your life has been like, but it's kind of a lot.
[ She bounces a little on the balls of her feet, suddenly full of nervous energy. ]
Do you have a favorite animal? It's relevant.
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I don't think there's any chance I would find Vallejo, California on a map... but a favorite animal?
[That is a harder question than it should be. Her interests before coming here were so milquetoast, so buried in the opinions of others, and now β well, having a favorite animal feels like it will start a fight. It takes her a moment to grasp an old memory of playing with the neighborhood cat after school and the endearing way it stalked the brightest puddles of the dimming sunlight.]
Cats... I suppose?
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Oh, cool. That's easy.
[ One moment, she's standing there--tall, blonde, blue-eyed--and in the next moment she just... changes. Instead of Rachel the human, there is Fluffer McKitty, a long-haired tuxedo cat luminous yellow-green eyes.
Rachel trots up to Youko's feet and meows, then flops over and stretches languidly. Her tail swishes back and forth, and she yawns once, then sits up and shakes herself off. ]
It's still me. [ She can't speak with her feline mouth, Youko will be able to hear Rache's voice in her head. ] Man, I forgot how much fun it is to be a cat.
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[
To Rachel, this was the most important revelation of her life. To Youko, it was a Tuesday.]1/2
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Now, she is Rachel the grizzly bear--800 pounds of muscle with huge, curving claws. She sits back on her haunches so she doesn't tower over Youko. ]
Three years ago, a few of my friends and I took a shortcut through an abandoned construction site and... we met an alien. He was an Andalite named Elfangor, and he told us that Earth was being invaded by a race of aliens called Yeerks. They're parasites, like slugs that can crawl into your skull and take over your body, and there's no external way to know. It could be anyone around you, family or friends or teachers or politicians.
He told us that he didn't know how long it would be before more Andalite reinforcements came to fight off the Yeerks. He said we had to do it until help arrived. Then he used his people's technology to give us the power to morph. Any animal I touch, I can acquire its DNA, then use that to turn into that animal. I can even turn into other people if I need to. I could turn into you. My friends and I have used this ability to fight a war, to protect Earth.
That's how I got here, I think. I was in a spaceship, and it... exploded. I knew it was a suicide mission going in, more or less, but here I am, very much alive and un-exploded.
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There is a fair bit of that instinctually human fear welling up inside her staring at such a huge animal where her guest had been. She can feel Jouyuu starting to pull her muscles, positioning his control over her for protection, to carry out Keiki's commands. Wait, is the only thought holding him in place.
Youko listens silently, brow creasing the further Rachel pours out her story. She does the math on how young she and her friends had been, on what a heavy burden they'd had foisted onto them. Her frown deepens hearing that she had knowingly undertaken a mission that would cost her life, and that her last memories before winding up here were of being on an exploding spacecraft. Along the way, she shakes off the surprise and finally takes in the lack of movement of the bear's jaw matched to the words in her head. Starting one problem at a timeβ]
I have questions, and some ideas, but I need to know first if you can... act like you're speaking when you're like that?
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I can try? I don't know if I could move my mouth fast enough to make it look convincing, though. Most animals don't have the kinds of lips or tongues you'd need for human speech. Some of the animals I can turn into don't have lips or tongues at all.
[ Not that she especially enjoys those forms. There are plenty of morphs she would never use if the mission hadn't called for it. ]
Is it really so weird that you can just hear my thoughts instead of me speaking with my mouth? Here, let's see how this looks: testing, testing, one two three. My name is Rachel and I'm allergic to crocodile DNA. Ask me how I know.
[ It... doesn't look quite right. She moves her jaw, experimenting a little to try and make it seem like a natural thing for a bear to do, which it isn't. ]
Feels weird.
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GIRLLLL. A magic horse stalked her to another plane of existence and told her god wanted her to be in charge of a country, she's got to compartmentalize!!Despite her parasitic guardian all but screaming pleas not to, Youko steps close to the enormous bear-shaped Rachel, watching her mime speaking for a moment from the side before giving a slight, dismissive shake of her head. It is definitely not something that will work out of the box, butβ and there are a lot of buts here β with a bit of practice, they might be able to offer the ministers a convincing explanation for who Rachel is. Passing her off as a hanjuu will be convincing until she talks, maybe. Explaining she was thrown here from a battle in Hourai might also go over. It's the fact that she appeared above the Sea of Clouds that is the sticking point. There has only ever been one storm above the Unkai and the person who caused that has gone to find his emperor and overthrow a usurper.
Stepping back a foot, two, three for Jouyuu's comfort, she draws up to her full, very unimpressive next to a bear height and locks eyes with Rachel.]
My turn for a question. What's your favorite of these forms?
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There are a few that I really like just for the fun of them. I have a bald eagle morph, and it doesn't get much cooler than riding around on a nice thermal on a sunny afternoon. But I think my favorite one would have to be... dolphin. I have a bottlenose morph and it's one of the most purely blissful experiences I've ever had, just playing with my friends as dolphins. Being a dog is also kind of like that. Just the pure, simple excitement of it.
Of course, there are a handful you couldn't pay me to do again. The most harrowing experience of my life was being an ant. Being a shrew was also not fun, hated that. Those were both times when the animal brain took over so hard that it was like... I was gone for a while.
[ She shudders thinking about it. ]
I have an idea, though--what if I acquired morphs of some of the animals from this world? Maybe I could actually talk like they can if I did that.
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I'm asking because I don't think the extent of your abilities should leave here. It would make the opposition really bad.
[She holds back actually saying what she fears β that knowledge that Rachel could impersonate anyone, including Youko or Keiki, would result in petitions for either Rachel's exile to another kingdom or, worse, her execution as a threat to the throne and stability of Kei. Both being extremes Youko wants to avoid.]
On the surface, you're not alone here. I think we told you about Keiki having another form, but this world also has hanjuu β people who possess animal and human forms. In fact, Kantai, the general who was monitoring you in the beginning, also turns into a bear. You haven't been here long enough to see it, I guess.
[She offers a shrug. Not the first time someone she knows turned into a big bear, Rachel. This does have her starting to think making a pamphlet to explain the mechanics of the world for outlanders might be a really good idea.
Youko considers her idea of picking up new morphs from the animals of this world. They could try it, but that would involve finding the sort that wouldn't throw up alarms β not youjuu, not youma, regular old animals β and in the meantime the complaints will persist. But what if β]
What if you took a form from a hanjuu?
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[ Mulling over what she knows about the hanjuu and the people here in Kei, Rachel hums under her breath. ]
I guess it's worth experimenting with. The only problem I'd foresee is people thinking I was whoever it was I'd acquired. I would look and sound just like them--I'd effectively be them on a molecular level. The only way that might work is if... Hmm. Do you know more than one of the same kind of hanjuu? Because if I can acquire multiples, I might be able to figure out how to, um... blend them? In that case, the more the better, so I'd look less like any one particular person.
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In the here and now though, Youko gives Rachel a relieved smile, her understanding and discretion just proving she has been right in giving the other girl the trust and largesse she has.
Youko swings her sword up to lay across the back of her neck, her hands hanging curled over the scabbard. What a tough nut to crack.]
I don't honestly know that many hanjuu. They were an oppressed people where I entered this world, and honestly it wasn't that much better here. It's something I'm working on. En is one country where they seem to be doing well β [Although there have been a few messages from Rakushun that make her wonder.] β but I didn't make any acquaintances there, and I don't think I should ask Shouryuu for a list of hanjuu. No clue what he'd think of that one, if I were even comfortable with it. Our options would have to be Kantai or Rakushun, though he's not a bear.
Even if you were them, could you just use the beast form?
Vanitas | Kingdom Hearts | OTA
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Can do!
The meeting of the Remnant and the Masked Boy had been fluke most likely but their battles weren't with each other and there was a kind of kindred spirit between them for lack of better words. It made a strange kind of sense then for the two to give each other a little test as it wear. Nothing too deadly, of course. After all, they each had far more important people to save that level of animosity for but until that time came, why sit around getting rusty and dusty like everything else in this dark and figurative playground they found themselves languishing in.]
"Then we're agreed. First to 10 points wins and everything is fair game save for outright murder. Anything else you would like to add before we begin?" [The tall and pale creature said, a mockingly amused yet vicious gleam in his cat-like eyes as he measured up the other boy before him coolly.]
Vander | Arcane | OTA
Asano Rin | Blade of the Immortal | OTA
Maki Zen'in || JJK || OTA