text @vegemight open // cw: discussion of violence

[magnitudes]

so I saw that there’s some weekly combat classes, that’s good and that
but I’m after something more cathartic and less educational

anyone down for some bareknuckle brawling?
no magic or powers or whatever wild shit you got, just ourselves

no one under 21 but
if you can’t legally buy a drink in some wild NYC bar crawl then we aren’t fighting

Comments

[evulsed]

You people and your arbitrary age rules.

Nobody needs to be 21 to be able to wipe the floor with you.

[magnitudes]

Probably not, but I don’t want to fight a kid. It’s my right to make that decision. If you don’t respect that, that makes you a bit of a jerk.

[evulsed]

Sure.

Coward.

[magnitudes]

If that’s what you want to think, fine. I’m not okay with hitting kids, that’s all.

[evulsed]

Why?

cw: ref to past child abuse / domestic and family violence

[magnitudes]

( Why?

It wasn’t really the sort of thing she’d expected to be asked. It might be preferable to not be asked and instead simply endure insults. Probably she should have expected it to be of interest to one person, but hey. Whatever. Delving into her past and the nights locked away or starved or the shaking hands as she tried to stitch a gash in her abdomen back together. )

Don’t know. Allergic reaction, maybe.

cw: ref to past child abuse cont.

[evulsed]

[ It seems like a question borne of curiosity, or even in his case, an attempt to ferret out ammunition— but the reality is that it's genuine. Vanitas was abandoned to that desert, where his Master routinely returned to force him to fight, to cultivate his darkness, beating him into submission until he could no longer stand. Why? he asks, because it seems like a stupid rule. Because he's been surrounded by children armed with weapons his whole existence. Because it's all he's ever known. Why wouldn't someone hit a kid? It doesn't make sense to him. ]

Cowardice.

No wonder you died. Were you stabbed in the back, running away?

[magnitudes]

Tragic accident at a chocolate factory. Heroic, but cased in the finest milk chocolate forevermore.

[evulsed]

[ see, this isn't that farfetched to him ]

Pathetic. I doubt it was heroic.

[magnitudes]

You know, if you think I'm that pathetic, you don't really need to keep replying. Unless you're lonely and this is an outlet, I guess.

[evulsed]

That doesn't have anything to do with it.

But I have nothing better to do and you're not that boring yet.

[magnitudes]

I, on the other hand, am getting kinda bored with this, so... cheers, mate.

[evulsed]

Too bad.

What's an NYC?