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voice ✖ un: M0003

[Under normal conditions, Zen wouldn't bother resorting to the network for this kind of question, often preferring to investigate on his own. But growing impatience pushes him to do this, in a way he assumes will yield quick answers.

When the audio starts, there's a distinctive sound of a lighter, followed by an exhalation. Smokers, and those who have been around one for long enough to recognize this combination of sounds will easily be able to infer that he is, in fact, smoking.]

I guess this has been asked countless and countless of times, so what's one more time, right?

[A small pause as he takes another drag, breathing the smoke out more softly this time. Despite the sharp wording, his tone is somehow controlled.]

Anyone know of a way to stop whatever this moon's doing that's getting on my nerves?

[Because it's hard not to make the connection between the sanguine moon up in the sky and the maddening restlessness.]

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[He's been itching to, and for quite a while now.]

Aha. Can't say I was expecting you to seriously offer that. What's the catch?

Nothing. It feels good to fight people when that damn moon's in the sky.

Well, if you're really serious about it, I'm not gonna turn it down.

You know of a good place where we can play to our hearts' content?

....honestly, I just was doin' it in alleys or the street. There's probably a place, though.

I was hoping you'd pick a place since it seems you've been around for longer than I have, but oh well.

[Because it's not like Zen ever picked a fight over here since arriving a few days ago. But if anywhere's fine like the other's words hinted, he'll just just pick a random alley within walking distance from his apartment on level 2 and send the GPS coordinates through text.]

See you there soon.

[He'll wait for the other guy's acknowledgement before hanging up.]

Sure.

[Cassim takes a bit longer than one might expect because sorting out GPS coordinates is still a pain in the ass, but sure enough he's there when the other guy is, patting at his pockets to make sure he didn't have a cigar or anything in them.]

Hey. You...moo or whatever the name was?

[Zen quickly recognizes the voice when spoken to, turning to face the owner of that voice. But... "moo"? Where did that come—

Ah. M0003, his former subject name and current user name.

A short laugh escapes him as realization strikes, remembering they didn't exchange names before arranging to meet. He didn't see that one coming in such a humorous fashion.]

Yeah, that's me. The name's Zen, though.

Cassim.

[Which...is his username so...]

You wanna fight? Last chance to back out.

You don't think I came here for chitchat, do you?

[Zen pockets his cigarette pack into his pouch, pulling a small case out of it instead. His eyes then fall on Cassim.]

Got anything on you? Weapons, special powers?

Nope.

[Cassim watches Zen take the case out, ready to try and stop him if it's anything that gives him an unfair advantage but willing to let him do whatever if it's like. Medicine or something.]

I mean, pocket knife but I'm not using that.

Huh. If that's the case.

[Boring... Zen even brought his own pocket knife. But back into his pouch it goes.]

Well, then.

[He approaches the ~~slightly~~ taller male and readies himself to throw a fist at him when he notices something... seems to be amiss...? Is it just his imagination?]

[Probably just his imagination, unless "shifting his weight to feint a punch but going for a kick instead" is "amiss"?]

[~~That wasn't fair play, hah.~~ So it turns out the other was apparently just waiting for him to make the first move. Zen steels himself after that feint punch, expecting a kick instead. When it connects with his body, he attempts to use the momentum to push that leg and throw the other off balance. A punch aimed at Cassim's stomach soon follows.]

[Dammit, he's smart! Cassim takes the blow to the stomach, stumbling back and staying bent over.]

So you're not new to this. Good to know.

[And then he tries to rush Zen, like a football tackle.]

[Although a shift in stance manages to momentarily keep him steady when that body collides with his, it's his time to stumble backwards. His hands grab a hold of Cassim's shoulder and a fistful of the fabric on the man's back firmly.

If Cassim intends to push him off his feet, Zen's going to drag him down together.]

[Cassim digs his heels in, but with this being cement and not dirt it doesn't do quite so well. Cassim goes sliding and loses his footing, causing them both to hit whatever crates or trash happen to be in this particular alley.]

[Quite the contrary to what Zen expected, somehow Cassim stumbles on the concrete ground, dragging both of them to crash into piles of crates and trash that were messily stacked up behind him.

~~See, he knew something was amiss with this guy...~~

Zen lands on his back, dirty trash bags under him and the weight of Cassim's body pinning him down. With no stable footing, he can't get up. Oh, and maybe Cassim should've gotten his cool dreads cut short before coming, because that's where Zen's going to grab and tug. No one said hair was off-limits...]

Get off me.

[If he cut his hair, someone would riot and Cassim likes having a place to sleep, okay? But all he does is grunt when his dreads are tugged.]

Make me.

[Not like he can get up himself when his hair's caught.]

[Sharing a place is overrated anyway... But if Cassim's not moving, Zen's just going to tug at it harder while trying to use his other hand and legs to push him away.]

Don't blame me if you end up bald.

It'd take more than you to make me bald, but if you want me up then let go.

[Seriously. Cassim goes when he's pushed, but not very far and he just presses a hand down on Zen's chest anyway.]

[Perhaps he should have gone for his knife and cut Cassim's hair off instead... would've probably yielded better and quicker results.

Anyhow, without an entire body pining him down, Zen can at least push that hand away and sit up. He'll then fling himself at Cassim, grabbing onto the front of the man's tunic and shoving him against the nearest wall.]

Didn't peg you as the kind who enjoyed fighting dirty... literally.

[And again Cassim goes, but this time he's in a position to bring a knee up and get way too close to below the belt as he knocks Zen's leg out from under him.]

Surprise, the guy who offered to fight doesn't play fair.

[With his balance broken, Zen stumbles gracelessly, and would easily hit the ground were it not for the wall on the other side to support his weight. Leaning against the wall, he flashes a defiant smirk and reaches for the knife inside his pouch.]

Oh. Are we done playing fair?

[He doesn't sound bothered by the prospect of this game becoming dangerous (quite on the contrary, actually). ~~But feel free to stop him!~~]

You pull a weapon out and I'm done. There's not playin' fair and there's being a dick.

[Blame Sanguis for urging him to seek bigger thrills!]

You said you have a knife on you, right? Now's a good time to use it.

voice ✖ un: M0003

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moo was golden

look

wow, so original!

LOOK

look as in... icon? he's drunk?!

no about his username being lierally his name XD

oh good LOL I was worried for a sec there

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sorry for the lateness!

you're good!

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