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[sistershoggoth]

CHARACTERS: Alnair Brood, Asuka, Murphy, Bellamy.
WHERE: The Station
WHEN: DAY(S) :041/042
SUMMARY: Annie organizing other people's lives for them because that's the only way she can deal with her own.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary.

Comments

[somnifacient]

Like I can afford to go easy on myself.

[It's said with the hint of a skewed grin, but the sentiment is true enough. He needs to be as strong as possible, as capable as he can manage. He needs to push himself to his limit, so he can die when he returns home.

Such is the truth of the matter.]

And sure, I've always wondered what it was like to be a Glaive.

[In his hand, his Engine Blade appears. It's the first and last instance of magic he'll use for this match, at Nyx's request.]

Just as long as you let me sleep in, I don't have a problem with it.

[servitor]

Sure.

[His grin is all kinds of mischievous, even a little wicked. Nyx unsheathes both of his knives, one of the city, one of his home. After all these years, they're still sharp and gleaming.]

I'll let you get up at 5:00 instead of 4:30.

[somnifacient]

You'll have to drag me out of bed, then.

[He falls into a defensive stance, wanting Nyx to make the first move. The fingers of his free hand flex a little.]

At least make it 6:00.

[servitor]

[You know that grin he's got?

It's turned even wilder, more menacing.]

Beat me and we'll make it 6:00.

[A sword in the right hands is a deadly weapon. But it's clunky, at least to him. So much metal to drag and move with, to be held down by a weight that could prove to slow a person down.

Knives, on the other hand... there's a reason he came from Galahd with a knife and got another one made to match.

He runs, faster than most would likely expect. His sprint is doggedly aimed for Noctis.

Until he feints, swerves right in quick, deliberate steps in an attempt to slash at the king.]