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maybe that's okay for now but someday;
I can't say I'm exactly pleased with how the day is going.
Pick two numbers, (Between 1 and 22) and in return I will reply with a drabble with those two characters, in return, you must do this on your own journal. Do not look under the cut at a sneak peak of those characters.
1. Dante
2. Lloyd
3. Shawn
4. Trish
5. Dean
6. Bobby
7. Sam
8. Bumblebee
9. Sam
10. Lady
11. Jayne
12. Church
13. Seth
14. Mikaela
15. Colette
16. Zelos
17. Gus
18. Nero
19. Cortana
20. Gokuu
21. Gojyo
22. Vergil
My motorcycle has been rendered hilariously useless. More details when I don't feel like laugh!crying about them.
Pick two numbers, (Between 1 and 22) and in return I will reply with a drabble with those two characters, in return, you must do this on your own journal. Do not look under the cut at a sneak peak of those characters.
1. Dante
2. Lloyd
3. Shawn
4. Trish
5. Dean
6. Bobby
7. Sam
8. Bumblebee
9. Sam
10. Lady
11. Jayne
12. Church
13. Seth
14. Mikaela
15. Colette
16. Zelos
17. Gus
18. Nero
19. Cortana
20. Gokuu
21. Gojyo
22. Vergil
My motorcycle has been rendered hilariously useless. More details when I don't feel like laugh!crying about them.
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Lloyd Irving and Vergil
“Say that after you won.” Lloyd raised his swords. Okay, so the first time this guy had attacked he’d moved so quick that Lloyd hadn’t even know what happened, but he’d managed to block everything except for that one cut on his arm—and that barely counted. It didn’t even hurt.
This time he’d be ready.
But instead of outright charging, the guy resheathed his sword. He took a few steps around the clearing, his fancy blue coat flapping behind him as he did it.
Lloyd let his weapons drop a fraction. “Are you quitting?”
“You’re not particularly educated, are you?”
Lloyd blinked. “Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?!”
“If you had any training in the martial arts, you’d know that doing this—” He held his sheathed sword at his waist. “—would allow me to do this.” And then he disappeared.
Lloyd frowned. “Huh?”
If he’d been fast before, Lloyd didn’t even know the word for it, now. It was all he could do to bring his swords up in time, and then spin around to block the attack coming from behind him, and then duck and jump—holy crap, they were strong, stronger than Lloyd would’ve thought possible, and they seemed to go on forever.
If I was still human, I’d be dead already.
“Still alive?” the man said, suddenly standing across the clearing. He flicked his sword hand, and then sheathed the blade. “You’re more of a challenge than I expected.”
Lloyd grinned, ignoring how heavy his breaths were coming. “When I kick your ass… will you teach me how to do that?”
The man shorted, his grip on his sword tightened, and he dropped into a fighting stance. “We’ll see.”