[X] Approach the door and knock. Announce yourself to Issachar and his mystery-guest, and hope you're not being incredibly rude by interrupting.
It's honestly starting to feel a bit... lewd, in that subtle way that only watching a half-naked and mostly-naked man grunt and grind and writhe against each other can be.
Well that bodes we- wait, even lewder? Just what have I let myself in for...That Got Even Lewder Than You Thought It Would, But Unfortunately It Can't All Be Fun And Fightfucking
Oh huh, so Datu's vocation is a common thing for aqueans? That's a neat bit of detail."I'd probably have to say Datu," you reply. "I mean, Lyrros had a lot of fantastic moves but... he's been lying in a crypt for a hundred years. Issachar managed to do pretty well against him without doing anything blatantly supernatural. Datu? He's the dyed-in-the-wool wandering adventurer type - plenty of aqueans get by raiding Beyond dungeons that bubble up from the sea bed for salvage and he treated the sunken temple Jun-ho and I visited like it was just another day at the office. I'm pretty confident he can counter Lyrros' tricks."
Inb4 wild speculation about how Abzu is collecting notes on how to take out Eldingar and his boistiary come his sudden but inevitable betrayal.[Fair enough!] Abzu makes note of everything you said at the top of the page, then slashes the pen across to separate it from their next set of notes. [Then let's see how this goes!]
... and I am immediately put in mind of of a dom smacking a crop against their palm.Lyrros slowly lets the shadowy 'foil' go slack, more darkness like black fog rolling in to fortify it until it's only barely less deadly than his real sword. He gives it a demonstrative smack against his palm.
Pffft, alright, I have to call this out. I adore how perfectly this sets the tone, Lyrros trying to stand on ceremony and the formal idea of how a duel 'should' go, expecting a bit of polite back-and-forth about who takes the first go, and Datu just brazenly powering forwards in his experience."Mm, I don't know," Lyrros replies playfully. "I'm in a charitable mood. Why don't you make the first move, good sir?"
"Alright!"
Datu whips his spear straight at Lyrros' face. His eyes widen in shock, but he's not taken completely off-guard - he throws out an elegant backhand uppercut in response, just like the one he used to launch you straight into the air.
Likewise, this is the moment where I first imagined Lyrros stuck with this comical look of surprise on his face and it's a thought that just does not get old.Tink. The shadow-blade rebounds off Datu's upthrust arm, bounces off his tattooed forearm as if Lyrros were trying to cut through a steel vambrace. The aquean's tattoos are glowing, projecting some kind of forcefield? There's no time to dwell on it much more, because his other arm comes around and a fist like a blurred grey missile collides with Lyrros' face with a resounding crack. He reels back, blinking rapidly, staring at nothing in complete confusion, arms windmilling.
Yes! Ha, I love it when people remember that a spear is more than just for stabbing.Lyrros tries. Gods does he ever. And to his credit he lasts quite a while. But for all his supernatural strength, Datu has his own brand in spades, and though he grits his teeth with the effort to keep his dignity Lyrros is soon forced to take his hand from behind his back and wrap it around the hilt of his sword. Pushing against Datu with everything he has in that deceptively lithe frame, brawn for brawn.
Datu just hooks the butt of his spear around and into Lyrros' temple. Clonk. He staggers sideways like a drunken crab.
/me squintsDatu moves with speed that belies his brawny frame, combat-rolling under the roaring fireballs that streak through the air about level with where his chest used to be, grasping at his rune necklace with his free hand. He slaps a few down in the grass, some runes gathered up in the webbing between his claws, and the air crackles with a sudden rush of power. A translucent teal runic barrier flashes into existence around him - only a small one, barely enough to encompass a couple of people, but that short radius includes Lyrros. Already halfway back into mist form, Lyrros lands back on his feet fully corporeal as if given another smack square in the face, reeling and dizzy. Perfect for Datu to close the rest of the distance.
... "Subtle", yes.Lyrros keeps fighting a few moments more, shifting and squirming and struggling every which way he can think to try and escape Datu's experienced hold, violently bucking his hips back into him. It's honestly starting to feel a bit... lewd, in that subtle way that only watching a half-naked and mostly-naked man grunt and grind and writhe against each other can be. You clear your throat and scratch the side of your neck, averting your eyes rather than risking eye contact with anybody else watching.
Pahahaha! And with that, Datu shoots to the top of my list. He oozes this exuberant physicality that means I can feel how much he's enjoying himself, and it's infectious. Good show, Zerban.Datu laughs, loud and shamelessly happy. "Good to hear!" He says, puffing and panting in satisfaction. He adjusts his grip, releasing his hold on Lyrros' arms but keeping his own wrapped around the elf's midsection like a sexually aggressive bearhug. "That was great, we should really do that again sometime!"
"May I get up now?" Lyrros asks, in the tone of one that's trying very hard not to sound as grumpy as he feels. Or is it the opposite?
"No," Datu says with an entirely unwholesome grin. "This is your punishment for being such a tease earlier. You lost so now you get to have your shit snuggled senseless by yours truly right in front of everyone and there's nothing you can do about it~" A pause. "And y'know, we can fuck for real later if you want."
Lyrros badly suppresses a snort. Datu grins wider, chuckling with shameless glee as he rolls over and drags the smaller elf with him. He winds up flat on his back, possessively hugging Lyrros to his bare chest like an oversized and overly erotic teddy bear, tucking the other man's head securely under his jaw. Jun-ho's frozen, his last cookie hanging inches from his lips as he stares slack-jawed at the scene before him. Belial looks like he was trying to be all responsible and disapproving until only a few moments ago, unable to stop himself cracking a smile. Abzu, for their part, is just holding up a [10/10] sign.
Oh no.Jun-ho and Belial seem to be slowly gravitating to each other - from what snatches of conversation you overhear, Jun-ho's asking how people like Datu can casually be so fucking lewd all the time and Belial's trying to work out how to explain the complexities of relationships to someone as sweet and earnest as Jun-ho. You can already imagine where this might go.
Aww, Datu enjoys cuddles! That's downright sweet."No," Datu says with an entirely unwholesome grin. "This is your punishment for being such a tease earlier. You lost so now you get to have your shit snuggled senseless by yours truly right in front of everyone and there's nothing you can do about it~"
Also known as the type of face Jun-ho makes all the time.Jun-ho smiles back and offers one to Belial in turn. He tries to turn it down, muttering something about his figure, but Jun-ho makes one of those faces and no one could possibly say no to that. Belial takes the cookie and Jun-ho beams.
Oh God, if Jun-ho starts trying to actively seduce Eldin... Well, I suppose there are worse ways for me to die of bloodloss.Oh no.
Calling it now, Jun-ho is going to try and emulate Datu's irreverence on us, and knowing Zerban it will be either cringeworthily awkward or completely adorable. I can't wait.
I think I know what you're talking about here, but given that both the name and gender are off I am not entirely sure.