IC Prospective: Rude (7th year)

[strongestoftheturks]

Character: Rude (Final Fantasy 7)
Mun: Ming
Plot specific: N

Fight club this week. Anyone interested?

Comments

[heartwrenching]

Interested! Oh, to put it so mildly, to be so flippant!

I am interested in the same way that the positive and negative ends of magnets are interested in each other! I am interested in the same way that the sun is interested in rising in the east! I am interested in the same way that the heart is interested in continuing to pump blood through your veins!!

[strongestoftheturks]

[And after that inspiring and up-lifting entry, Rude's only reply is this:]

Sure. See you then.

[heartwrenching]

Rude, Rude, Rude! Where's your enthusiasm?! How can you not be bursting at the seams with energy, ready to BURST with all the pent-up frustration that comes with knowing that you will be fighting, but that you aren't fighting this very second!

It's so... it's so... so so so what is the word I'm looking for?! It starts with an 'r' and means exhibiting unkind behavior or otherwise being scornful! What is it what is it what is it GOD it's on the tip of my tongue!

REPROACHFUL! There it is. You are that.

[strongestoftheturks]

[Rude contains a sigh on his side of the journal as Graham's words start pouring in. He's half-tempted to ignore the reply, but Graham is the best sparing partner in Hogwarts for him; the others were there to fight, but Graham was there to injure and maim. It kept Rude on his toes and his skills sharp.

Besides, it would be impolite.]

OK.

Saturday, 8pm?

[heartwrenching]

Let me check my calendar. You know I'm a busy man, keeping track of my many high-priority class assignments and charity work and certainly not the type to just carve the word FIGHT aaaaalllll the way down the Saturday column with my white-knuckled hand grasping my quill.

Certainly not that, oh no, never.

[strongestoftheturks]

[If this was a face-to-face conversation, Rude would be hard-pressed to contain the eye-rolling. BUT as this is a journal conversation and the two of nowhere near each other AND he's technically not on duty...he indulges himself just this once, because really Graham that was totally unnecessary.]

Hmm.

[And as an afterthought, he adds:]

Looking forward to it.

[Hopefully that would satisfy his daily quota of emotions for Graham. That line contained all his excitement for this fight. Really, it did.]

[chasesrabbits]

How terrible that sounds!

[strongestoftheturks]

No one gets seriously hurt.

[chasesrabbits]

Well, I don't see how one gets hurt in a joking manner.

[strongestoftheturks]

Healers help.

[It's one of the best things in the Wizarding World, especially for someone involved in gang work like him. Broken bones can be mended over night, bruises and cuts patched up in no time, and Calming Draughts for those nights when you stare up at the wall thinking about the faces of people you've beaten to a bloody pulp.]

[chasesrabbits]

They undo, but they don't prevent!

[strongestoftheturks]

[He...doesn't really know what to say? It's hard to explain himself through words. At times like this he wishes he has Reno to help him.]

Fighting is a hobby for me.

[And added as an afterthought:]

It's not for everyone.

[chasesrabbits]

I don't think it ought to be for anyone.

[strongestoftheturks]

...maybe.

[He finds that "Maybe"s usually placate people. Hopefully it'll work with her.]

[chasesrabbits]

I'm honestly surprised the teachers allow it.

[strongestoftheturks]

Talk to them then.

[chasesrabbits]

No need to be rude.

[strongestoftheturks]

[Sometimes he has to wonder why people nicknamed him that, he never really spoke back or swore!]

Sorry.

But talking to me doesn't solve anything.

[chasesrabbits]

That much is true, I'll admit.

[strongestoftheturks]

Hmm.

[There...isn't much left for him to say? He has a feeling that he and this person won't really get along.]

[chasesrabbits]

[She certainly doesn't know what to say to that, so she closes her journal.]

[strongestoftheturks]

[Unfortunately, some people just don't click and this happened to be one of those times. Rude feels a bit awkward about it, but there's not much he can do and he shuts his own journal too.]

[moveslikejaeger]

always ;)

[strongestoftheturks]

Jaeger.

[A greeting, short and polite. That's just how Rude rolls.]

Time? I'm fighting Graham at 8.

[moveslikejaeger]

[Nothing wrong with that, no sir.]

heh you know me i hang around all night until its time to pack up so whenever you want to go

[strongestoftheturks]

You choose.

[moveslikejaeger]

fine
graham can have you first
would hate to wear you out before he gets to play with you~

[strongestoftheturks]

Fine.

Usual rules?

[Which translates to "No rules whatsoever".]

[moveslikejaeger]

[No rules are the best rules, really]

they wouldnt be usual if we never followed them!

[strongestoftheturks]

That's true.

I'm looking forward to it.

[moveslikejaeger]

me too it is always a pleasure to fight someone who is so good at what he does

[strongestoftheturks]

Likewise.

It's exciting.

[Given how straight-faced Rude often portrays himself to be, that really speaks a lot about how much he likes throwing a punch or two with people he doesn't have to hold back on.]

[moveslikejaeger]

ill say it is its so rare to see such efficient brutality