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!]

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[om_nom_namur]

'S that a fact?

[Namur keeps circling, walking casually, though the circle might be getting a little tighter as Namur hones in on Espio's haki, smell, and now sound. Namur doesn't assume he'll stay near the boombox.]

Should a been a thief.

[espio]

I tried.

Wasn't a good fit for me.

It was too quiet.

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur aims a Stop spell at the place where he feels Espio to be, reinforced in his certainty by the taste and the sound of his voice.]

[espio]

[You think, after Thatch hit him with one, Espio didn't set up to resist stop? It's easily one of the most annoying status effects, that's why it's one of Espio's favourite spells to use.

When it fails, he quickly casts Haste on himself and - frankly, cheating now - chaos controls behind him, high enough to kick him in the back of the head, planning to use him briefly as a springboard and flip back to the ground to sweep a second, low kick to knock him over.]

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur feels the direction of Espio's haki change in an instant. He takes the kick in the back of the head, but anticipates the sweep, so instead of correcting backwards to try and stand he lets the momentum Espio gave him drive forward into a handspring. He pushes himself back with his arms, throwing his legs straight behind and low to the ground.]