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Who: Reno and Jacob Black
What: Round 1 of the tournament
When: during the event
Where: tournament arena
Summary: fighting, mostly
Rating: uh... idk. We'll say Pg-13 for now, but it might change
Open: Nope
So. Fight for what mattered most to you? He could do that. Could and would and had no qualms about dying for the same. Not that he really planned to die, of course. He wasn't gonna go down so easily. Admittedly, he had no real idea how that voice was going to take what mattered the most from him, but he didn't care. Much. A fight was a fight, and fighting was what he'd been trained to do.
Besides, someone'd been kind enough to give him what he'd expect to have on him for something like this - a trio of materia neatly slotted into a bracer (fire, ice, and barrier), a knife, and a thin length of wire. His EMR had come with him when he arrived, fortunately enough, lightning and cure still slotted into its hilt. It's no trouble at all to slip the extra pieces neatly where they belong; bracer around his wrist, knife down (up?) the same sleeve and held in place by the bracer, and the wire carefully hidden down his ponytail.
And with that done all that's left is to simply wait, wings flicking restlessly as he does so.
What: Round 1 of the tournament
When: during the event
Where: tournament arena
Summary: fighting, mostly
Rating: uh... idk. We'll say Pg-13 for now, but it might change
Open: Nope
So. Fight for what mattered most to you? He could do that. Could and would and had no qualms about dying for the same. Not that he really planned to die, of course. He wasn't gonna go down so easily. Admittedly, he had no real idea how that voice was going to take what mattered the most from him, but he didn't care. Much. A fight was a fight, and fighting was what he'd been trained to do.
Besides, someone'd been kind enough to give him what he'd expect to have on him for something like this - a trio of materia neatly slotted into a bracer (fire, ice, and barrier), a knife, and a thin length of wire. His EMR had come with him when he arrived, fortunately enough, lightning and cure still slotted into its hilt. It's no trouble at all to slip the extra pieces neatly where they belong; bracer around his wrist, knife down (up?) the same sleeve and held in place by the bracer, and the wire carefully hidden down his ponytail.
And with that done all that's left is to simply wait, wings flicking restlessly as he does so.