BBS // Action

[om_nom_namur]

Man what do they even call these half bites of meat they give out in the cafiteria? Shit it aint hardly meat just junk and there aint no blood to make it worth the time ta swallow. How longs this shit been dead anyway?

Gunna die if we dont land somewere soon. Shit id take the damn snow lions in trabia over this. Maybe well get lucky and some dumass scouting crew of solja boysll come try ta land on garden. Could use a bit of fresh meat. See anyone suspicious point me at em. Srsly ill even clean up the mess

Anyway. Anyone up for a spar? Got rules. Keep my mouth shut. No blood. So i aint gunna hurt ya too much.

[In spite of textual whining to the contrary, Namur is quite healthy, if a bit crankier than usual. He can be found working off some of his aggression in the gym or pounding his music extra loudly on the Quad. Catch up with him in the cafeteria if you dare. For hell's sake, someone come spar with him!]

Comments

BBS

[espio]

That'll be because it's a school cafeteria. Food's crap. That's why I cook my own.

[Don't ask where he gets the ingredients. He may have pilfered some from the cafeteria kitchen out of desperation.]

BBS

[om_nom_namur]

Hows that any better? Cooked is cooked and its all dead and scorched by then

BBS

[espio]

Just because you like your steak to still be mooing doesn't mean the rest of us do. I happen to like my meat cooked properly.

The cafeteria just turns everything into slop, though. They have no idea how to season things properly, don't measure things properly, cook it for way too long, and I can still taste the egg in their cake half the time. It's disgusting.

BBS

[om_nom_namur]

And they never have any fish :(

Action

[espio]

[And if Namur wants to spar? He's got an invisible chameleon sneaking up on him in the Quad, carefully paying attention to the direction of the wind to avoid Namur catching his scent.]

Action

[om_nom_namur]

[Ooh, that's sneaky. Usually it wouldn't matter but with Garden in motion it blows away everyone's scent and taste anyway. Congratulations, Espio, you have unwitting prey, not particularly paying attention because he's doing a series of flips and spins to a heavy electronic beat.]

[espio]

[It helps that Namur is dancing to a beat. It means Espio can also time his strike just right, and launches himself into his own spinning top attack - yes, the one that hits ridiculously hard - right when Namur is in mid-flip, aiming directly for the stomach. Goal: send Namur flying across the Quad.]

[om_nom_namur]

[Success! Namur has a moment of disorientation when suddenly for no good reason he's soaring in the wrong direction, but he gets himself under control in time to take the impact with his feet, springing backward to dissipate the momentum and land on his hands in a crouch. His head swings from side to side, checking the air as he slowly moves forward, grinning.]

[espio]

[Espio, while still invisible, decides not to bother making much of a secret of his location and uses the time Namur uses to get oriented to casually turn off the music. He stays in position by the side of the boombox, hoping to lure him over.]

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur angles off to the side, focusing on haki signatures around him. He catches Espio's at about the same moment the boombox magically shuts itself off, and stands up to his full height. He quickly throws Shiva into his elemental attack junction slot, then continues circling around, hands in his pockets.]

Nice trick there bro. Usually lots harder t' sneak up on me, sheheheh!

[espio]

I specialise in it.

[No, he really doesn't. He's been training and learning how to use invisibility more effectively, but even so he's still too noisy to be a true sneak. He also remains invisible.]

Action

[fionna_time]

[Really, did he think he was going to put up something like that and NOT have Fionna pop up? Here she was, fresh faced and ready to fight, staff in hand].

So! What were you planning for a spar?

Action

[om_nom_namur]

[Does he even have to write something in the BBS for her to show up?]

Plannin'? Wasn't plannin' nothin' Sweetheart. Jus' gettin'... Dunno. Hate flyin'.

[Namur does look actually kind of miserable.]

Re: Action

[fionna_time]

[NOPE]

Yeah, well, there's always a good way to work that out man. You feelin' ok?

Action

[om_nom_namur]

Hm? Yeah, sure. Fine.

[It should say something that he didn't turn her words into some kind of innuendo.]

So what, y' wanna spar or somethin'? What y' got in yer hand?

Re: Action

[fionna_time]

[Even Fionna had known what Namur might say to something like that, so she was more than a little intrigued by what was bothering him.]

Just a staff dude. A really good one though, bought it in town!

Action

[om_nom_namur]

Man I could a found y' a bigger stick in the forest for free.

[Garden shifts around a little bit as it hits some turbulence, knocking some students to the ground and making Namur shift into a crouch, hissing through his teeth.]

Damn it is it really so hard t' fly straight? The hell's their problem?

Re: Action

[fionna_time]

Yeah, I guess, but they put all these cool markings, see-

[Whoops. The garden shifted at just the wrong moment, and now you got a staff in the eye].

Oh man! Sorry!!

[action finally]

[gunbladegrrl]

[Honestly, running into Namur in the gym is coincidence. Maria doesn't maintain this body of hers without daily effort, so if he's there, no surprise she'll run into him.]

Hey, Namur. Working out some aggression on the machines?

[Action yaaay!]

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur has one of the long bars for bench pressing piled up with as many free weights as he could fit on it in one hand, doing curls. He makes it look effortless. Maria's interruption only serves to break his rhythm by an eighth count as he glances up.]

Machines ain't worth it. Figured out a few things t' do with the weights but they don't make 'em heavy 'nuff. Still-

[He finishes his set, placing the pile on the ground and rubbing the palm of his other hand over an elongated bicep. He usually wears long sleeves as he goes around Garden, but today he's got a black t-shirt with cutoff sleeves.]

'S better'n nothin'.

[Namur shakes his arm out a little, then scoops up the oversized "dumbbell" and works the other arm.]

Almost done with these if y' want 'em. Gonna be in here long?

[Action yaaay!]

[gunbladegrrl]

About an hour. I don't need 'em, it's a lower-body day.

[Maria, sensibly, alternates her exercises to allow her muscles to recover. She's a smart SeeD! She takes herself off to a side mat, the better to stretch and limber up. Again, smartly, but perhaps not so much so when she's doing it in the same room as Namur...]

[Action]

[om_nom_namur]

[He'll certainly stare appreciatively as he continues his set of curls, but only for a few seconds at a time. He can't help it that she's pretty, but neither can she, and he knows she's not moving like that for his benefit. Maybe some day she will, but for now he's got an excellent opportunity to put in motion a plan he's been brewing for the past couple of weeks.

Namur finishes his set, unloads the weights, does a few stretches himself to limber up the muscles, then leaves quickly.

When Maria makes her way back to her dorm, she'll find an envelope taped to the wall above the keycode pad, her name written in an elaborate font accented with sparkling glitter. Inside, she'll find an Elnoyle card and a handwritten note:]

More where this came from but ya gotta hunt for it
Find Li'l Blue in the Garage

[Action]

[gunbladegrrl]

What.

[As soon as she finishes reading, she looks around -- her 'mysterious' benefactor had to be somewhere watching. Failing to spot him, though, she lets curiosity get the best of her. She tucks both note and card into her pocket, then heads for the garage.]

[Action] (I forgot Namur's handwriting is all caps before oops)

[om_nom_namur]

[Hey, she wants this shit she's gotta work for it.

Blue Minuet, or Li'l Blue as Namur calls her, should be fairly easy to pick out from among Garden's official machinery. Thatch had her custom built to fit both his and Namur's gigantic frames comfortably, so she's roughly the size of a sailboat.

There's an envelope under the wiper. No fancy drawings this time, but another Elnoyle card and handwritten note.]

CARS USEFUL WHEN YOUR RUNNING LATE
BUT THE LIBRARY DONT CHARGE LATE FEES TIL YA CHECKED SOMETHIN OUT
BETTER PICK UP WHATS ON HOLD FOR YA

[Action]

[gunbladegrrl]

[Where did he get these cards, Maria wonders? She can't imagine him actually having the patience to collect them through normal games...]

[Man, she really hopes he didn't just start shaking down people for their cards. Sure, Namur would probably stick to jerks and bullies, but even so.]

[No hope for it now, though. She reverses course, heading to the library.]