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[dominateartimus]

I guess it has come to this. I'm requesting an opponent to spar against.

If anyone is interested, meet me outside the barracks.

- Sandrath

[The fallen arch-angel is sitting on the fence, within the vicinity of where he stated he would be. He's looking through the journals, appearing to be distracted but he'll know if someone approaches due to his 'sensing' ability.]

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[abstinentzombie]

...Seriously?

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[dominateartimus]

What? Its better than doing nothing.

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[abstinentzombie]

No, I think doing nothing is better than fighting people.

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[dominateartimus]

There's someone out there who needs to let off a bit of steam.

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[abstinentzombie]

Maybe you could both take up gardening. You could stab the fuck out of the ground.

[dominateartimus]

That's not as fun as sparring.

[abstinentzombie]

How do you know? Have you ever tried tilling a huge plot of land yourself?

[dominateartimus]

No, but I've been used as a 'shovel' before.

[abstinentzombie]

What?

[madteos]

[Matt has missed the post, but is walking by in either event.]

[dominateartimus]

[It doesn't take him long to notice Matt is there and turns his head to get a better look at him. With a slight head tilt, he calls out to him.]

Just passing by or are you here for a sparring session?

[madteos]

[oh there's someone talking to him. Matt turns to see who it is. Sandrath isn't someone he immediately recognizes. So he smiles. It's not overly friendly, but it certainly isn't antagonistic.]

Oh no. Just walking by.

[dominateartimus]

That's too bad.

[A sigh escapes him and a small frown appears on his face as he turns away. His black eyes remain focused on his journal.]

Maybe next time then?

[madteos]

No thanks. I don't really spar.

[Having metal bits is a good deterrent.]

[dominateartimus]

So you're a lover and not a fighter?

[He might have glanced at you from over his shoulder for a moment there Matt.]

[madteos]

You could say that.

[He noticed.]

Taken though. Sorry.

[dominateartimus]

A pity.

[He taps the pen against the journal.]

Do you know anyone who would be interested?

[ commentlog ] bc why the fuck not

[yolonceler]

[And here is the Once-ler, who also missed the post and is also just walking by. Or, rather, he's walking back to his room from the apothecary, freshly-rolled cigar lit. What a chimney.]

[dominateartimus]

[If Sandrath wasn't using his senses, he could smell the cigar smoke coming from Once-ler. He rose an eyebrow and glanced over his shoulder to get a better look at the 'dapper' man.]

Should I even ask what you stuffed in to that cigar?

[A small smirk made its way on to his lips.]

[yolonceler]

[Excuse me, how dare you put "dapper" in quotes. The Once-ler is the definition of dapper, even without his amazing hat and kind of gay sunglasses. He just drags on his cigar. It's so nice to have tobacco in his lungs.]

Tobacco. Lots and lots of tobacco. Pretty sure that's what goes in cigars.

[dominateartimus]

Obviously, but you must have put something else in there.

[He was watching Once-ler smoke and kindly reminded him of his cigarettes back in his room.]

Unless I'm mistaken?

[yolonceler]

Yes, you are mistaken. [The Once-ler gave up weed, like, forever ago.] Tobacco is a strong enough vice for me, thanks.

[dominateartimus]

Until you run out and suffer from withdrawal.

[That smirk was still there as he turned the pages of his journal.]

[yolonceler]

[Drag. The Once-ler exhales a burst of smoke. He doesn't appreciate being antagonized.]

I think you're mixing up nicotine and tobacco, man. Tobacco isn't an addictive substance.

[The Once-ler is addicted regardless.]

[dominateartimus]

Maybe I am, but I don't really care.

[He gave a toothy grin, which must look a bit intimidating with those black eyes of his.]