FIST FIIIIIGHT

[isuspectfowlplay]

WHAT in person
WHERE Outside
WHEN Day 59

[The leaves are all falling, beautiful red, yellow and orange.

They're so cinematic! Their beauty makes you rowdy. They make you wannna...

FISTFIGHT.]

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[isuspectfowlplay]

[Wait! Maybe I'm going about this whole "make friends with other humans" thing wrong! If I listen to the instincts in my hunter-gatherer blood, what's the best way for a human to bond with another human? What makes the spirit SING?]

WHO WANTS TO FIGHT MEEE?

[isuspectfowlplay]

[.......................................................

Nothing. I think I hear crickets. A lady pulls her child closer to her, looking away from me.

I guess I still have a lot to learn...]

[batonnet]

[That's at least going to get you attention, including yet another case of mistaken identity, which she's surely already run into by now. Get ready for another one of those!

Charles isn't affected by the leaves yet, but it's only a matter of time before this devolves.]

—Master?

[He can't feel their bond, though . . . did it break when he arrived before she did?! Either way, he hurries over, coat billowing behind him.]

[isuspectfowlplay]

[Okay, I definitely heard "master." That's twice now! That's no coincidence, right? And running towards me is another guy dressed up in really dramatic cosplay. Is this like Anghel? Should I play along?]

Oh! Um, hello! My name is Tosaka Hiyoko... I'm afraid I can't remember being your Master?

[proficient_in_photoshop]

[smacked in the face with a leaf.]

Gah! Wet...

[ananass]

Let me get that for you!

[THROWS A PUNCH, AT, HIS FACE.

Shawn also has a lef just kind of stuck to his hair]

[proficient_in_photoshop]

[THAT WAS SO UNEXPECTED HE GETS HIT??]

Shit! Agh!

Shawn! What the hell? Do you realize the forces you're dealing with?!

[ananass]

OW ow ow ow ow ow ow.

[shaking out his hand]

You just looked unexpectedly punchable!

[mindinthegittern]

The season changed so fast...

[Medren hasn't touched any leaves yet, but it's probably fine to punch him]

[hiswifeahorse]

Everyone seems quite energetic today.

[mindinthegittern]

Oh, is there something in the air?

[hiswifeahorse]

[he tilts his head, seeming to be listening to something only he can hear]

A little bit. Ultimately, I don't think it's too harmful.

[ananass]

[Shawn has already been punched once and is now GLARING SUSPICIOUSLY at all trees as he mutter-skulks his way around town.

Please fight him. Please.]

[suckmyglock]

[Shawn Spencer is being full-body tackled out of nowhere.]

[ananass]

What the fuh—

[well I mean. he GOES FLYING.]

[suckmyglock]

[man, your cop punches really hard.]

[cw_suicide]

[. . . there is something about your face.

and that's that my fist is now going right into it.]

[ananass]

[staggers, back,]

OW! What the—dude! If Being John Malkovich wasn't your speed you could have just said!!

[cw_suicide]

[shaking out his hand a bit because he is not actually a fighter type]

Oh, no. That was actually pretty amusing.

But somehow, your face was begging to be punched?

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ if the leaves weren't enough— if you happen to pass by that little shrine in the park today, the air nearby is absolutely alive with static. ...the more spiritually sensitive can pick up a seething restlessness to go with it that is a little unpleasant but... mostly harmless? mostly harmless.

I mean, aside from the faint accompanying urge to maybe just vent that restlessness by violently ripping things apart, but! it's fine, really. it's f i n e .



meanwhile Kaiko is out and about, bundled up in a nice oversized sweater and a scarf big enough that it covers her face up to like, her nose, so all that can be seen is her very bright eyes. perhaps some of you think small and harmless makes for a good target? or maybe you just might want to compliment her on her flawless fall stylings, that's also acceptable. ]

[nihilmancy]

[Hlasoh looks... uncomfortable. Her body is covered in a black carapace from the neck down, laced with lines of brilliant light, and a hazy halo seems to surround her. She's on her knees, doubled over, gritting her teeth. She needs to hold it back. She'll become a monster.]

S-Stay away!

[batonnet]

[Fist fighting is not Sanson's specialty. By now, he feels the urge and is trying to bite that back himself . . . but this situation, which he can't ignore, is probably not a swing a punch type of scenario. Probably. It might end up happening anyway, because the compulsion is ridiculously strong in him, and an alien one that he doesn't know how to cope with. He's not a violent man. Mostly.

But he can't leave a thing like this, and if that leads to fists flying, that's just how it's going to have to be.

He approaches her in his full Servant regalia, which he never otherwise wears here: swooping black coat with ridiculous horse-blade shoulder trim, claymore summoned and clenched in his fist.]

What's happening?!

[nihilmancy]

[Fist fighting is hardly Hlasoh's specialty as well. In fact, she's terrible at it. What she's less terrible at is unleashing magical destruction. As he nears her, she lets out an agonized shriek, and the aura around her flashes for a moment, as a bright bolt lashes out at him almost too fast to see. If it hits, he is only knocked back, but the intensity of it is fierce, and there's a terrible burning pain where he was struck.]

goawaygoawaygoawaygoawaygoawaygoaway

[mindinthegittern]

Are you— [all right? no, stupid question]

What's wrong?

[nihilmancy]

[A whip of light extends from her hand, and strikes the ground in front of him, producing a char-mark.]

I can't control it!