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Who: Joshua Kiryu and Charles Fei-Ong (and spectators!)
What: Vampires versus Psychics: The Ultimate Showdown™
Where: Church of Salvation
When: September 21st
Warnings: Possibly violence of the godmodey loser brawls variety

[Charles has been antsy from the moment he woke up after experiencing the void. parties and distractions had come and gone, and they were good distractions, but the quiet lulls between activities would leave him feeling restless.

it's for that reason that he's been spending a little more time than usual in the church, finding a somewhat zen quality about it after so many years of using it as a refuge in times of personal struggle. SO YEP he's just curled in his usual spot, a pew in the very back row, possibly waiting for the hour school lets out because that's when all the other losers return from their day jobs and passing his time by flipping through a choir book in the meanwhile.]

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[Joshua's been on more edge himself after nearly getting his skinny yet fashionable ass bombed into smithereens. It's been a long while since he's come close to even being seriously injured, let alone dying, so he's a bit shaken. He's not religious, but the church is still a place that he feels connected to...though it seems like he's not alone in that today.]

Not praying, I hope. I doubt that even if there was a higher power here, it's not one you'd want listening in on you.

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[well that sure isn't the familiar voice of one of the churchies, but it's one he's not displeased to hear. he glances over his shoulder with a muted curiosity.]

Hardly. I have no affinity for speaking to ears that would surely be deaf if they were present at all. It's a waste of time and breath. [he flicks through a few more pages in an absent-minded fashion before shutting the book and slipping it back into its place in the pew.]

What of yourself? If you're looking for something to occupy your time, there isn't much here.

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[he hums, low and pleased.]

Oh, I wouldn't say that. I found you here, didn't I?

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[OH NO EGO BOOSTS, his one weakness...! it does get him to smile, even if it's a bit of an arrogant one.]

You have, haven't you? Shall I sing you church hymns until your boredom has lessened? [a teasing jab, and he stands to stretch. he doesn't mind the company, but it's definitely not conducive to just sitting around in a comfortable laze like he had been.]

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[makes a face SO MATURE]

Please don't. As eager as I am to hear your no doubt dulcet tones, hymns don't sit very well with me. They're so simple and...saccharine.

Besides, I'm sure between the two of us, we should be able to come up with a game more entertaining than that.

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[everyone in this church is a winner... but he laughs a little at that and shrugs in a bratty "suit yourself" way]

Far be it from me to inflict Ave Maria on an unwilling audience. I've been spending too much time indulging in the arts lately, anyway. A case of "all play and no work makes for poor performance", you know? I don't want my reflexes to rust. [even if rusted reflexes for him would be like normal reflexes for any sane human but details]

Did you have anything in mind?

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Understandable - I've been known to get quite lost in composing music, myself. [he waves his hand airily; there is no place for blame in music or in snobby frandships!] As far as reflexes go, I could use some practice myself. It's been a while since I've been this limited.

That said, if you're looking for a purely physical match, I'm afraid I'll be quite the disappointment. I'm not a big fan of the whole sweating thing.

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Limited? [he arches a brow, assuming it's some sort of strength cap until that stipulation about physical matches is mentioned. but that makes sense to him, since Josh is a literal twig....]

If you had the time to break a sweat in the first place it would be rather impressive, to be honest. There aren't many who would last that long. [is that a smug challenge? yep. but he doesn't enjoy horribly unbalanced games either, so:] If not a purely physical match, what would you favor? Chessboxing? [charles no]

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[WOW RUDE he needs to keep his figure for all his pretty clothes okay and it's not like Charles is super buff either!! but his smugness is amusing enough that Joshua will go ahead and giggle at it.]

My, how intimidating. I'll try my best to keep up to your standards, but do go easy on me if I'm not quite up to par.

[that second part gets a raised eyebrow and a pause from him.] Is that an actual game in your world? [he's seen some weird things okay, chessboxing would not be the strangest one he's ever encountered....]

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[fitting into trendy clothing is important, he understands! ...but he'd totally count himself as more buff anyway even if they're probably on par with twigginess.]

Ah, but the point in testing out reflexes would be lost if I did that.

[and then he nods, some of the amusement leaving his voice.] It is, yes. Remarkable things are crafted when enough people grow bored. [he's not certain whether to feel pride in it or to shake his head in shame right now...]

...You aren't considering it, are you?

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Well, my world has tournaments where people slam various types of pins into each other, so I can't really judge. [he's just bitter because he suuuuuucks at that game.]

As intriguing as it sounds, I think we're better off with a game we both know the rules to.

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[oh..... chessboxing is a little more elegant-sounding in comparison, especially since he's imagining something like a game of chucking bowling pins at standing targets.]

Yes, I would be perfectly fine with something a little more old-fashioned than chessboxing or... pin tossing. Perhaps something simple like a game of- [whoops it's been so long since the person who introduced this game to him left that he has trouble searching for the word] -botori. We each set up one item that the other person will try to capture. It should be a decent mix of strategy and physical movement, correct?

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[give him a few seconds here to debate between being courteous to one of the few people he actually both gets along with and respects, or being a huge troll for the lulz.

...okay, it was a very close call, but he'll be nice just this once.] Ah...in interest of fairness, I suppose it's my turn to say that I'd be impressed if you manage to last long enough against me in a game of botori to break a sweat. [because telekinesis is a great way to win him every match]

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[this is nice?? no okay he probably would have flung a bench through the church wall if they actually went through the trouble of setting up the game only for it to become an episode of telekinetics strike back. STILL, his nose wrinkles, clearly displeased.]

Is that so? I fear we may run out of potential games, at this rate.

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[look man, he gave up a prime opportunity to giggle smugly at someone, that is as nice as it gets for Josh]

Tell you what, how about tag? It's a bit simplistic, but if testing our reflexes is the goal, I can't think of one much better.

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[a sign of true bros 4 lyfe...

that suggestion gets a pretty uncertain look. he'd probably brush it off as being too childish if he didn't spend so much time playing hide and seek growing up.]

If you think the playing field will be level enough with a game like that, and if you won't mind a little sweat, I have no complaints. Shall we set boundaries? The church grounds and wooded area behind it, perhaps?

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Hee hee, what's with that look? Don't worry - I assure you, I'm not an easy target to catch.

Include the street in front of the church and you've got a deal. [because Josh needs to throw cars around okay, it is his favorite tactic]

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If you say so. [he still sounds like he's not 100% convinced, but that is what happens when your opponent doesn't look like the kind of guy who throws around cars for funsies...

but yes, he reaches into his pocket at that and pulls out a penny.] That sounds fine to me. Unless you have a particular strong desire to start off the game yourself, shall we flip for it?

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Go ahead. Heads, I'll chase you and vice versa. [and because Joshua will forever be a cheating cheater who cheats, he's just going to go ahead and gently nudge the coin so it lands on tails.]

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[joshua this is not how you start off a good game... his expression sours but since CLEARLY THIS WAS ALL UP TO FATE, he will pocket that penny again.]

All right, it looks like I'll be starting, then. Starting on opposite sides of the yard sounds fair, yes? [he's not waiting for an answer though whoops, captain impatient is already heading for the front door to mosey onto one side of the property.]

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Sounds good to me. <small.[and he'll casually saunter to the other side, taking his sweet time because running is for people who aren't God.]

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[LIKE HIM HUH??

well he's not running but he's antsy to get this game started... once Joshua is in place, he raises a hand in the air.]

Countdown from five?

nooooooo my html

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Hee hee. Whenever you're ready. [his strategy when it comes to tag involves him moving as little as possible, so he'll just stick his hands in his pockets and wait.]

it is cemented for eternity, my villainous plan is complete

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All right, then. Five, four, three, two... [and instead of counting off the last number he just lowers the final finger and

HEY WHAT'S UP ON THIS SIDE OF THE FIELD. traveling faster than the human eye can track and having absolutely no reservations about not pulling punches even for something as trivial as a game of tag sure does have its benefits! he's still a good few paces away, but his posture is tensely coiled and ready to close that gap.]

FOUL CREATURE, I SHALL SEND YOU BACK TO THE DEPTHS OF WHENCE YOU CAME

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[snobby bros know when fellow snobby bros are going to cheat, so Joshua doesn't bother listening for Charles to say 'one' before he is telekinetically plucking a car from the church lot and hurling it in front of him.

there may still be drones inside the car. Joshua does not care.]

WOW that's a lot of vehemence i'm just doing my job as a villain!

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[his first time seeing telekinesis in action, how exciting!! it would be a little more exciting if he could actually stop to admire it but that's a bit difficult to do when he'd be smashed by a car in the process.

continuing the lovely disregard for the drones that might be having the ride of their life right now, he braces for the impact and is sent sailing a distance until his feet contact the ground again. at that point, it's easy for him to dig into the metal and fling the car and its poor passengers off into the distance. go Team Rocket go...

he doesn't wait for the sound of it crashing into some unfortunate building or street in the background before he's up and running again, making up for his setback.]

that html had a family, you jerk!! A FAMILY IT WILL NEVER SEE AGAIN

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[...oh damn, that is actually pretty impressive and he would be feeling rather apprehensive right now if that were an emotion that actually ever happened to him. as it is, he just whistles and claps his hands before trying to trip Charles via floating bikes.

also don't ask why he can't just pick Charles himself up telekinetically, it probably has something to do with souls and not being too godmoddy.]

well that html can just cry to its mom about it OH WAIT

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[trying to move through a sea of bikes is certainly a new... experience... (he's very grateful for not being flung around himself regardless of the reason though, don't let that look of irritation lead anyone astray).]

Ah, I was wondering how a person of your stature managed to last so long at the carnival. [which he means in the least offensive way, really!!

he is also wrangling down one of those floating bikes and attempting to use it as a baseball bat to send another floating bike hurling back at Joshua...]

ITS PARENTS ARE DEAAAAAAD

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[wow rude] I do hope you weren't thinking of me as just another pretty face. Though really, I could say the same about you.

[and that's pretty cool, but Joshua can stop bullets so the batted bike doesn't get very far before it drops.]

i feel a certain pride in being responsible for htmlbatman

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There's a valuable lesson to be learned today about books and covers and other such nonsense, in that case. That's good, I like it!

[his amused face is just strangely similar to his lethally irritated face...!

but wow, telepathy is pretty pesky. he throws the bike he was holding as well, punts a couple of others, and then doubles back so he can... yoink the nearest tree from the ground... if baseball bikes don't work, he'll take a swing at Joshua directly instead! is this even tag anymore.]

spectators

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[for all your stalking spectating needs!!]

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[that moment when she felt a disturbance on her way back after groceries (which consists of baking powder, flour, heaploads of sugar, etc, WHO IS SURPRISED...)

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and what's this strange non-threatening but tense atmosphere she's picking up from inside the barrier?? definitely curious, so Ciel'll be hastening her pace once she feels a disturbance within the Force her church. Within bare minutes, she will eventually reach the front and--

--START SEEING CARS SAILING, APPARENTLY. um. OK?? Quickly putting aside her groceries by the stone walls of the building, she'll proceed to hop onto the roof to get a good bird's eye view of the backyard below.

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ah.

her babby bat and that fabulous boy from before are...

killing boredom, it would seem! :>

It took her about two seconds to analyze the situation, and once she's determined it to be harmless (Ciel your sense of judgment...), she'll quickly jump back down to ground level, rummage through her groceries, and after finding whatever she was looking for, bring a small package with her as she resumes her previous position on top of the Church roof.


DON'T MIND THE LOCAL NUN GUYS just gonna chew on a tiny snack while watching in growing interest to kill some time. no one really needs her to do anything pressing at the moment anyhow right, she's entitled to this sort of break once in a while...]