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ATTENTION: GENESSIANS

I am absolutely bored out of my mind. Please, someone, a n y o n e, help me before I go literally insane. I'll even go fishing at this point, I am actually THAT desperate. I know it may be hard to believe someone could be so unentertained after all of the past month's goings-on, but.

Well.

Here I am.

Bonus points if it's something physically active, point deduction if it's something more boring than actually doing nothing at all. I'll figure out what the points do later, just for god's sake help me. I will be your best friend ever or whatever, just uggggggggggggggggggggggh

~*Hugs and kisses!*~
Mercury

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[PRIVATE TO: ROMAN TORCHWICK]

Pumpkinhead, old buddy old pal, you and I need to have a chat. Believe it or not, it's a serious one.

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Tell me, so I can start avoiding you.

[Boys.]

So, basically, you're telling me that I should prepare to be disappointed, yes?

I think I'm gonna call you... Sunshine. Because golly if your chipper demeanor isn't just a ray of light on a cloudy day.

Let me ask you something, Sunshine. You're the one who approached me, here - what were you hoping to get out of it?

Edited 2015-02-24 02:18 (UTC)

You don't want to see me happy, trust me.

Something useful. Funding, employee, a weapon. Nothing special really.

To be fair, I haven't seen you at ALL yet. Just a bunch of words.

Funding? From me? What makes you think I have money?

True.

Well, that's what people usually offer. If not services.

If you can help me find something to amuse myself, I'll owe you a favor. How's that? Simple, but effective.

A life debt. Sounds good enough to me.

You don't easily die, do you?

Somehow I've managed to avoid it so far! Why do you ask?

Respectable. I suppose.

When I'm bored, I usually spar with my brothers. I'll try to be as gentle as I can with you.

You're so warm and considerate! Worthy of the name Sunshine, that's for sure.

Will you keep on talking, or will you meet me in Fayren for a fight?

[Temari sends an encrypted message with the details on Fayren's secret Fight club. She hasn't seen the original organizers lately, but its still running because of the wealthy investors.]

[ Mercury can only stare at the information for a few moments. There's a fight club? There's a fight club. THERE'S A FIGHT CLUB?! Why the hell had no one ever told him about this?! Screw the rules that say not to talk about it, he's been after blood for months now! ]

Lucky for you I can do both! You'll see that firsthand soon enough :)

Good. I can't wait to hear [see] you stop talking.

Don't sound so eager. Meet you there?

[The reply comes in 5 minutes later.]

Our match starts in 10 minutes. Don't be late.

[ Not being late may have been an option if he was near Fayren at the time, but...

Well, to make a long story short, he's late. Fifteen minutes late. It's actually surprisingly good time given the distance he had to cross, but late all the same.

And yet he doesn't even look remotely apologetic as he approaches the dojo that contains the fight club, even going so far as to whistle a merry little tune along the way. He wonders, briefly, if his partner will be waiting for him in the ring or outside - details hadn't been discussed very thoroughly, and he wasn't exactly sure who he was looking for.

Oh, well. Hopefully the mysterious challenger reveals him-or-herself soon. ]

[When he gets to the cave hidden by the dojo, he will hear people cheering around him. Once he gets to the center of the ring, he'll see a blonde in her late teens standing in the middle of the stage. No shoes, as the rules mentioned.

She was holding what seemed to be a large iron folding-fan in mid air. Once she closes it, a burly shirtless man falls right on the fan's tips. His back arched against the fan, and his body motionless.]

And this bout's winner is Temari... code name: sunshine!

[ He can practically feel his blood warm as he draws near the source of the action, the bloodlust of the spectators more than a little infectious. He wants in. There's a wide grin on his lips as he steps up to the edge of the ring, reaching up to curl his fingers around the metal of the cage as he studies the girl it seems he'd been speaking with. She looked fierce, and that only brings his blood to a boil all the more.

Waiting for a lull in the crowd's din, he offers a loud, appreciative wolf whistle. ]

I call dibs!

[She just stood there, almost bored. The person she was supposed to meet was aggravatingly late. Not that she should have expected the person to be early in the first place. Then again, she should have asked for identifying marks - not that a ninja needs any to meet a contact.

When a young man started to step inside the ring, Temari had every intention of ignoring him. But when he whistled the way he did, Temari had easily identified him as the self-absorbed idiot from the network. Kudos to him, he didn't look unbearable.

So when he stepped closer, Temari had easily flung her fan to one side, tossing the lifeless body towards the steel cage.]

You must be the talkative idiot from the network.

Such deductive skills! As brilliant as you are lovely.

[ There's nothing in his tone to indicate sincerity, and the amused look he gives the body as it flops like a rag doll against the cage and, consequentially, the floor probably speaks more to his character than anything else so far.

That, and the fact that he's still wearing his boots, which he purposefully displays by lifting one foot towards her a little bit. ]

So here's the thing. The rules say no shoes, buuuut my shoes are my weapons. So if we're going to make this anything resembling a fair fight, either ditch the fan or permit my boots.

I assume you want a fair fight, anyway.

Flattering me will get you no where.

[She already knows she's smart, pretty and deadly. She didn't feel the need to hear that from other people. Conceited and prideful, but in their family, that was something normal.

She sensed the lack of sincerity in his tone, but wasn't it always like that in any fight. Usually, the opponents who talked more, died faster. At least, that's what she thought.

At his words, she simply smiled. Because there was no way in hell she was giving up one of her primary weapons. She hasn't let go of her fan since she was four. So in response, she opened her fan once, to show one star, and then swept across the ground and threw a giant gust of wind towards him.]

Ninpou Kamaitachii~!

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