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[tigerpoet]

[It's Atsushi! Without his glasses, and with his hair pushed back, and looking 95% more grumpy than anyone has seen the 'usual' Atsushi, but it's definitely him.]

My other half told me that I need to make more friends. [Speech patterns are definitely Inner's, but it may come as a shock to anyone who hasn't met him yet.] I don't care, but if it'll satisfy him I'll ask.

People willing to be sparring partners preferred. No one too noisy or annoying. If the other Atsushis don't like you then I hate you already, so don't bother replying.

[This is how you friendship, right?]

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[tigerpoet]

[How big of a boom are we talking here? Inner has a lot of pain tolerance, so if it's a little boom he'll recover quickly enough to block the strike. If it's something more severe, then he'll take the blow on the chin, or whatever body part is appropriate.]

[noenvy]

[It would be a flash of light, heat and force, and probably large enough to cause damage to the room. It was the sort of thing meant to be used on demons and monsters and definitely outside.]

[tigerpoet]

[Definitely big boom then. Atsushi flinches backwards, wincing, somewhat burned. Do you want to know what burned ink smells like? Now you do.

By some miracle of god none of the books are damaged at least.]

[noenvy]

[That was good, he would feel bad if books got destroyed, he may not seem like it but he did respect knowledge and literature.

Quickly on the heal of the explosion with his sword circling from behind Wei Wuxian launched an attack from above wielding his sheath like a sword to strike down. His sword, in turn, started to glow brighter and move quicker.]

[tigerpoet]

[Atsushi can't block both that sheath and that sword at once, so he needs to immobilize one or the other if he's going to recover ground. He opts for the sheath, grabbing onto it with his free hand and not caring if it makes his hands bleed more ink.

Will Wei let go? Or try to yank it out of his grasp?]

[noenvy]

[Holding onto his sheath was fine, why pull it out? He just put more pressure into it trying to push Atsushi with down force and an attempt to sweep his feet out.]

[tigerpoet]

[Atsushi pushes back with as much force, but has to stagger back a step to avoid his legs being swept out from under him.

Also he plays dirty so that's definitely an attempt to kick Wei in the balls. They did establish it was an anything fight.]

[noenvy]

[He lets go of his sheath to use both his hands to block the kick, though he saves his groin he is knocked back. He was running out of time so he went for one last hurrah.

As he fell backward he controlled his sword up and went for the kill. In a flash of light and speed, it aimed downward from above.]

[tigerpoet]

[The sword comes down on Atsushi's head. If he'd been aiming to kill him, that would have been the end right there.]

I yield.

[He's not happy about it. Surprising to no one, he's a sore loser.]

[noenvy]

[And immediately his sword fell over with a dull clang and he slumped over with and exausted gasp.]

I said... not to underestimate... your opponent.

[Despite clearly not being in any good shape, his spiritual power was pretty much depleted now, he was grinning.]

[tigerpoet]

Tch. Don't look so smug.

[Now Atsushi is even more sore about it, since he's not nearly as exhausted and could've kept going if Wei hadn't gotten the upper hand.]

[noenvy]

[The key to winning was not allowing your opponent to know your limitations.]

I can't be proud of myself? You should be proud as well.

[tigerpoet]

Of course I'm not proud of that.

[who's proud of losing??]

[noenvy]

But you're good! And you're not even a cultivator.

[tigerpoet]

What's a cultivator?

[other than someone really annoying-

Since the fight is over, Atsushi's sword returns to book form, and Atsushi tucks it away in a satchel.]

[noenvy]

[Wei Wuxian slowly gathered Suibian and puts it back in its sheath, all light from it is gone for the moment and is no more than a common sword.]

A cultivator is one who cultivates spiritual power, at some point you can even become immortal and wield amazing abilities. Supposedly one can potentially ascend to the heavens with enough cultivation. I've never heard of anyone doing that though.

[tigerpoet]

Sounds like a myth.

[Not a real thing someone could actually do.]

[noenvy]

Bleeding black in seems more unrealistic.

[Pot calling thr kettle black here. Don't be so dismissive.]

[tigerpoet]

Do you not have spirits where you're from?

[noenvy]

We do, but, they're quite different. Not so solid. Though, I suppose, still something you tend to fight.

[tigerpoet]

This body's just ink held together by magic.

[Hence the ink blood.]

[noenvy]

So, almost like a fairy.

[Fairies for him were beings that cultivated from an item to become humanoid and have powers.]

That really is interesting! Ink turned into a body and held together through spell work.

Tell me more.

[tigerpoet]

No. Talk to my other half if you want a long conversation.

[Atsushi blinks a few times, then fumbles around in his pockets for his glasses to put them on. When he speaks, his tone and speech patterns have entirely changed.]

I, ah, hope he wasn't too rude to you, he can be a bit brusque...

[noenvy]

No no, he was fine!

[So this is what he meant. What an interesting transformation! so many questions.]

Very fun, and interesting!

You're both very interesting.

[tigerpoet]

Oh - thank you. [Light pink dusts Atsushi's cheeks at the compliment.] Really, I don't think I'm all that interesting, but as long as he's making friends I'm happy.