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Log: Ongoing
When; Saturday, October 11th
Rating; PG for now.
Characters; Meta Knight (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
metastable) and Etna (urhumblevassal)
Summary; Two unconventional demons, both armed with melee weapons, fight it out in the Stadium.
Log;
Meta Knight preferred to fly in the City. Since everything was scaled up in height by about two or three times, he refused to walk unless it was in his room, in the forest, or somewhere else he wouldn't seem quite so small. His bat wings unfolded from beneath his cape, sweeping out to either side and carrying him about eight feet above the ground at a steady pace.
The Stadium was even larger than he had expected, and it made him seem like a speck in comparison to its huge pillars and wide arena. As his eyes looked up and up at the immense arch of one entrance, he spotted a figure at the other side, not the largest figure around, but taller than him, a spear in one hand. So, that was Etna's weapon.
As his eyes flickered blue for just a moment, a sign of pride soon hidden, he raised his sword in competitive greeting to the demoness. He preferred not to dwell on his identity, or anyone else's if they were of demonic origin, but it was an irony that couldn't escape him. Two relatively sensible demons in nonlethal combat.
Rating; PG for now.
Characters; Meta Knight (
metastable) and Etna (urhumblevassal)Summary; Two unconventional demons, both armed with melee weapons, fight it out in the Stadium.
Log;
Meta Knight preferred to fly in the City. Since everything was scaled up in height by about two or three times, he refused to walk unless it was in his room, in the forest, or somewhere else he wouldn't seem quite so small. His bat wings unfolded from beneath his cape, sweeping out to either side and carrying him about eight feet above the ground at a steady pace.
The Stadium was even larger than he had expected, and it made him seem like a speck in comparison to its huge pillars and wide arena. As his eyes looked up and up at the immense arch of one entrance, he spotted a figure at the other side, not the largest figure around, but taller than him, a spear in one hand. So, that was Etna's weapon.
As his eyes flickered blue for just a moment, a sign of pride soon hidden, he raised his sword in competitive greeting to the demoness. He preferred not to dwell on his identity, or anyone else's if they were of demonic origin, but it was an irony that couldn't escape him. Two relatively sensible demons in nonlethal combat.