Fight! FIGHT! FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHT!

[withoutverona]

Inspired by this classic post by fates_jaye:

Go ahead. Get it out of your system.

Fight with yourself.

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[raspberryturk]

Okay. Okay, now. Now you're fine, or whatever. Maybe you got a bit of a crooked nose, but I ain't gonna judge.

Except that starin' thing. You'd think you never seen a guy with red hair before, yo.

[dark_slippy_thing]

What? Oh! Oh, no, I have, of course. There was this one point, off to save Naminé, and this gentleman went tearing by chasing his wallet, because some fairy took it away. I've no idea, personally, what a fairy would want with a wallet so large. He didn't look like the sort to have a terrible amount of money, really, all black robes and horrible hair, and I thought to myself, 'Valentine, if you had a fairy, you could train her to steal money for you, as well.' Of course, then I met the dreadful little creature that runs the clothing store in town, and she threatened my life in exchange for some clothing, and, you know, the only reason that I stare is because there's so much bloody world out there. It's really rather different looking at the world when the pinholes are taken away. Not that you'd know, with that horrible face you've had for likely your entire life. Have you ever worn a mask before? Somehow, I doubt it. And I must say, the only time I saw more red on someone's head before was when that--

[raspberryturk]

-- Guy's name was Axel. Mention him again and I'll bust your nose so it bends the other way, yo. You always talk so much?

... I think they got pills for that shit nowadays.

[dark_slippy_thing]

Pills? I should hope you aren't implying that I'm insane. I'll have you know, from my entire world, I'm possibly the most succinct individual there is. I am a very important man, you know. I have a ... loft apartment. Which could almost be a tower, if you squint and tilt your head a little.

[raspberryturk]

Two words for you, latex-face. Fandom. Chicken.

[dark_slippy_thing]

And two words in turn for the individual with the malformed polygons. Wark. Wark.

[raspberryturk]

Hey! You leave the freakin' polygons outta this, Slick! My original canon was a freakin' classic! It was breakthrough videogame rendering... whatever. Or somethin' or other. At the time.

And at least I got freakin' source for my current face right now. Where's your icon supply comin' from, yo?

[dark_slippy_thing]

... Well. If you must ask, you'll never know.

[raspberryturk]

Ooh, ooh, lemmie guess. I'm good at freakin' guessing games, yo. I bet it's... Some underground movie ain't nobody heard of before called The Still Life, which our player lost her copy of anyhow, so guess who don't got a face even after he went and lost face by losin' face?

[dark_slippy_thing]

Well.

... Have I mentioned the polygons yet? Because it really must be difficult holding that stick of yours without actual fingers.

[raspberryturk]

Electro-Mag Rod. And I'm damn good with my rod, thanks very much. At least my euphemism don't go runnin' off on me when I say a nasty word. Maybe if you'd apologize to yours, you'd have a tower again, instead of a freakin' flat.

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentines never apologize. At least my girlfriend is thrilled with my flat. I hear yours has a bit of an issue with the business end of your euphemism.

[raspberryturk]

The business end of my euphemism is gettin' real itchy to beat you into next freakin' month, pal. What'cha gonna do about that?

[dark_slippy_thing]

Well, if you're like any of the half-wits back from my own world, I suppose I would have to go ahead and--

Look, an IDIOT!

[raspberryturk]

Huh? Where?

[dark_slippy_thing]

*Fleeeeeeee*