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Bro Strider ([personal profile] brotimaeus) wrote in [community profile] savetheearth2015-03-29 05:48 pm

one part closed, one open

Who: Richard & OPEN
What: Things before endgame
When: 25th & 27th March
Where: All around! See headers.

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PARTIALLY CLOSED; Tony Sparado | Park | March 25th

"... Okay, let's see you try that one again."

He wasn't about to comment on the fact that the younger man just knocked him flat on his back as he pushed himself back up to his feet, shaking off the faint twitch of embarrassment. Richard cleared his throat and picked up his sword, checking it for dents and - once again - finding not a single one on the flawless blade.

Still not sure of whether or not he should be finding that a matter for concern, he gripped around the hilt and set himself into a defensive posture.

"I'm not gonna go as easy on you this time."

(ooc: open to any observers who want to catch him and/or Tony afterwards)

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OPEN; Business District | March 27th

Carefully juggling a cup of coffee, a plastic bag with a few essentials he grabbed from a nearby general store, and a newspaper, Richard's attention had been caught by the news stories scrolling across the display of televisions in an electronic's store about five minutes ago and he was still standing there, watching the ticker bar roll by and reading the subtitles as they flashed up on the screen.

With the situation in Neuschwanstein getting worse (that tower looked like it was going down any day now), the death of Alicia Kerren and the subsequent expulsion of the American ambassador from Brazil didn't offer any better news.

"Well, shit," he muttered to himself, taking a sip of coffee. "World's goin' to hell in a handbasket."

(ooc: any time between the 25th and 27th is also open to anyone wanting to contact him via network or his cell phone o/)
oncedevil: (Blood on my sword)

[personal profile] oncedevil 2015-04-26 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
Fortunately a genuine fight would likely never happen. Tony isn't the type to lash out in anger, and if he feels himself at risk of doing so he'll leave long before he tries to throw a punch. There would have to be something severely wrong with him for that to happen.

The doppelganger is another story entirely.

"Why, jealous?" He taunts right back, laughing as he dashes smoothly out of the way, swinging his own blade around in a wide arc in retaliation.