[ Having found a good spot for the sparring meetings in an empty paddock at the stables (thank you, Eskel!), Molly makes plans with the people that had reached out to him to fight.
It felt really good to have a chance to fight again, to move his body and get his swords out for some of the people he was going to spar with. Others were hand-to-hand, something that definitely wasn't Molly's thing but could always be good to learn in case of a tavern brawl or two.
The tiefling is stretching as he waits, back in his male body and once again having had a day of slight shift in balance before it stuck. Now he was in his best form (as much as he could be after many months of only sex and brief workouts) and ready to take on his new opponent.
Wearing his boots, leggings and shirt, Molly has hung his coat and doublet on a pole and is in the middle of tying up his slightly longer hair in a small ponytail to get the curls fully out of his face when he sees his 'foe'. ]
[Percival is down to a loose shirt, well-tailored trousers, and a pair of knee-high boots as he approaches the paddock. He's carrying a rapier in its sheath. He could use the practice and this seems as good an opportunity as any. He has his coat folded over his other arm and he leaves it draped over a fence board before he enters the makeshift sparring ring.
He slides the rapier out of its sheath and tosses that back toward his coat. He gives the rapier a few practice swings to get accustomed to its movement again before he looks toward his opponent.
While he has heard of Mollymauk Tealeaf and seen evidence of him, this is the first chance Percival has really had to lay eyes on him.]
Good afternoon, [he says with a short, elegant bow.] I hear you are looking for opponents.
[ Oh, wow. This was a fancy fellow, wasn't it? Molly's seen Percy very briefly in the other house so he knows it's a friend of Vax and Shaun's... but that's about it. Fancy humans wig him out a bit, but he trusts the half-elf's opinion of people by now.
Molly twirls his scimitars in his hands, loosening his wrists before tossing them in the air, catching both behind his back (23!) as he bows as well. ]
I certainly am! Mollymauk Tealeaf, at your service! What an interesting way to finally make your acquaintance.
[ A rapier, huh? Percy will have a better reach and be quick, so this will be interesting. ]
[Oh he is absolutely sizing up the scimitars as Molly tosses them with a flourish. The rapier will give him distance and speed, but Mollymauk has the advantage of two weapons that slash - they are potentially monsters if the tiefling gets within his guard.
This will be fun.]
Percival de Rolo, at yours. And this is, perhaps, the most civilized manner in which I've made anyone's acquaintance yet.
[Fjord pulled him off the beach, Caleb helped him buy a very intimate painting, and Caduceus met him sneaking out of the wizard house very early his second day here. All told, this is a downright pleasant introduction.]
[ Molly chuckles at that - he knows how weird things can be in this place, so he's not surprised. (He would also be grateful for the introduction with the short version of the name if he knew.) ]
How serious do you want to take this, my friend? Flat side smacks or parries only?
[ He's feeling good so far, loose and ready to be the whirling dervish that he is with those dual blades of his. Molly has no idea how outmatched be is - even more so than his friends, who he's already training to catch up to. ]
[Percival has had it used against him enough that he's a bit prickly about it, and given that he isn't fighting for his life, he sees no need to try to use it himself.]
And unless you have a cleric up your sleeve, perhaps we go easy for a bit. I'm rusty as it is.
[Which... is not untrue. Percival stays at range as much as he can, but he's not exactly unfamiliar with close melee combat. And though he is quite comfortable with the weapon he has in his hand, it's possible Mollymauk's style will make getting his footing more difficult. But he's game to test himself.]
[ He will put the Summer's Dance in his main hand, then. The carnival glass ones are a little more fragile when it comes to parrying without a rite on them, but Molly is utterly comfortable with his weapons. ]
I'm a little rusty as well, so lets try this out!
[ He rolls his shoulders again and then nods at Percy, making sure the man is ready before he starts to move in. His first attack with his blades is pretty quick, a swift movement (23!) but held back to not hurt, while the followup with the second is less finessed and mostly a swing through the air (12). ]
[It's the first days of April when Molly and Eskel are able to meet. Eskel has an empty paddock set up for them to spar in at the stables. The chocobos wark from elsewhere on the grounds, with the occasional whinny from one of the few resident horses. It's early afternoon, not that the overcast sky reflects that much.]
[The witcher awaits his visitor while leaning against a fencepost. Although he looks imposing, between his broad physique and crossed arms, there's no mistaking the excited smirk tugging the unscarred corner of his lips. Molly made for quite the enticing sight, even in the brief time they spoke to each other. And there were clear hints of something more than sparring.]
[Were Eskel the type, he'd be rubbing his hands together in eagerness. But he's not, so instead he'll wait for Molly with a cool demeanour and a smirk.]
[ Molly comes sliding up towards the scarred man, Summer's dance leaned to his shoulder and the other two scimitars still sheathed. He's in only his shirt, leggings and boots, coat slung over the other shoulder and a fanged grin on his face. ]
Hey there! Eskel, was it?
[ He gives a bit of a bow, tail giving an extra flick to the show. ]
You were the interesting one with all the stamina, right?
That's me, both counts. And you're the one with the fancy horns.
[He stands up proper. Eskel casually looks Molly over, appreciating that lithe form and the confidence he carries it with. And, of course, the curve of the horns atop his head and everything decorating them. Their curve accentuated Molly's face, making a sort of gilded frame.]
[Molly is the most literally colourful person he's ever seen; Eskel looks impressed.]
[The bow and tail flick tug his smirk a little wider. Eskel isn't much of a showman himself, but he at least nods his head in return before offering his hand for a shake.] Well met. See you've come well-equipped. [He indicates toward the paddock with his head.] Step on in.
[As he heads into the paddock with Molly, a question comes to mind.] You one of those tieflings? Like Even and Oran?
[ The tiefling is happy to follow along into the paddock, hanging his coat on a post and drawing one of the scimitars from the scabbard to replace it with the fancier one he's been shouldering. Molly leans the superfluous sword to the post as well, the carnival glass shimmering slightly.
Then, finally, he looks back up at his new partner with a grin. ]
You sure have an appreciation for pretty horns, hmm?
[ Molly tilts his head just-so, the decorations jingling a bit as he does. The expression is coy but not demure, he knows quite well what game they might play today, and Molly is everything but discrete. ]
[Oops, called out for his kink a bit. Especially when he takes a moment to appreciate that head tilt and jingling.] Just like the way they look. Like...a crown. Or a frame. Especially with all the decorations, in your case. [He shrugs a bit. Maybe it sounds silly, but it is what it is.]
They do make good company. [From that slight smirk, one can assume Eskel's acquainted with Even and Oran as well.] Looking forward to your company too. [As he continues, he draws his sword with the straight crossguard and twirls it in one hand with ease.] Two swordsmen with a little magic up their sleeves - ought to be interesting. Got something in mind to make it more so, if you're up for an extra challenge.
They're also excellent handholds when I'm on my knees~
[ Molly grins and sticks that forked tongue out before he draws his scimitars and twirls them in his hands. Loosening up, the tiefling then whirls them around, slashing them both over the lavender skin. They draw blood, and it spreads over the blades - one freezing over with ice and the other starting to glow with a radiant light. ]
[ Peter also shows up as promised but Molly s already training with someone else and waits for them to finish. First, he goes to pet and fed the horses, then hangs around the paddock to study the way Molly and the others move, admiring their different abilities.
The tiefling really is made for close combat, he's got the agility and skills, and for a moment Peter can't help but think of Gamora and Drax. They both would have enjoyed training with him as well. Another training round finishes, and Peter is leaning against a pole, holding a water bottle for Molly. ]
[ Molly gratefully takes the water bottle, downing almost all of it and then dumping the rest on his face. He's fairly bruised but still smiling, leaning over to give Peter a cheek kiss. ]
Thank you. I needed that, desperately.
[ He rolls his wrists a bit and then leans to the fence to rest a little, sweaty and dirty but seemingly pleased with it all. ]
[ Peter makes no attempt at hiding the fact that he's staring because ey, a wet Molly with his hair a bit in disarray is not a bad look on him. He leans into the kiss, smiling himself. ]
You're welcome. After all that hard work I figured you could use some hydration. I can bring you more if you're still thirsty, or we could go have a proper break. [ Reaching forward, Peter tucks a strand of hair behind one of Molly's horns, fixing it a little. ]
I like seeing you fight, you've got strength in your movements, but they're also very graceful. Almost like a dance.
[ Like a mimic of Peter leaning into the kiss, Molly leans against the sweet brush of his curls and smiles. It's been a while since he's seen the human so it's nice to meet up again. ]
I was known as the Ice Spinner in the carnival. Keeping it flowing and like a dance is what I do best... but I'm damn rusty and full of bruises.
[ The blond smiles at that, and it's very tempting to cup Molly's face. He lets his thumb brush over the curve of his cheekbone instead, tracing the peacock feathers there. ]
Can't help much with the bruises, but I can take care of sore muscles. I give very good massages. [ Yes, Peter was supposed to come here and help Molly train but having a 'proper break' sounds more fun to him. ] And don't say that, you're not rusty at all. I'd have come to see you perform at the circus every day.
[ Peter makes a gesture with his chin towards Molly's coat and doublet on a nearby pole. ]
Want me to get those, so they don't get dirty or anything? [ Lookie, he can be a gentleman when he tries. ]
[ That touch is cute, and the offer is like music to Molly's ears. He grins and then shakes his head a bit when Peter asks if his clothes will be okay. ] They'll be fine, no animals around to get them dirty, and they've been in plenty of battles.
[ Instead he moves over to pull down a horse blanket and flips it out over the grass on the side of the paddock and flops down on it. ]
Let's have a short rest, shall we? I might just take you up on that massage, too.
[ After all the talk of location, it was nice to have Molly (or someone else doing a favor for Molly) find the actual spot for the fight. The sectioned off area certainly works well for the purpose, and Chung Myung takes in the terrain as he saunters his way over to Molly, pressing his foot against the ground to see just how much give it might have during this fight.
It's a luxury to be able to assess something like this. Most of the fights he's had have been very in the moment, and he's had to react without getting to gauge just how good his footing may or may not be during the battle.
He looks up from what he's doing to raise his hand in greeting as he makes his way over to Molly. ]
Looks like you found a good spot for this after all.
[ The tiefling brightens up when he sees another person coming to join him, giving Chung a small wave. The paddock has pretty packed dirt on it, horses and chocobo walking on it all the time. It's fairly good footing, at least in Molly's opinion... but the tiefling is used to fighting in all kinds of weird places. ]
[ Chung Myung had been through his fair share of less that ideal terrain himself in the past, so it's nice to see this is as solid as it is. For his first fight in over a millennium it'll be nice to not make a complete fool of himself by slipping or something equally mortifying.
He certain looks impressed enough when he gets a good sense of, giving one more look around as he frowns thoughtfully, head nodding just a little. ]
[ Molly draws his scimitars and spins them a little, loosening his wrists. It was going to be interesting to fight someone who apparently was a over a thousand years old but someone still a young human(??)
[ Here's to hoping that Chung Myung doesn't let him down. He wasn't lying when he said he was badly out of practice, but that tends to happen when you're stuck in the form of a firefly for all those years.
He draws his own sword out of its sheath, marveling at the fact that he hasn't had cause to do this for any other reason than to check on the blade since his arrival here. ]
I'm not so rusty with it that we have to limit it only to parries.
[ He... hopes, but he does manage to say it with more confidence than might actually be there. ]
[ Molly takes a curious look at the blade that's drawn and then smiles as Chung takes him up on some more rambunctious levels of sparring. That tail swishes a bit and he seems excited and ready to start whenever his opponent is. ]
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Fight Club (D&D Version)
It felt really good to have a chance to fight again, to move his body and get his swords out for some of the people he was going to spar with. Others were hand-to-hand, something that definitely wasn't Molly's thing but could always be good to learn in case of a tavern brawl or two.
The tiefling is stretching as he waits, back in his male body and once again having had a day of slight shift in balance before it stuck. Now he was in his best form (as much as he could be after many months of only sex and brief workouts) and ready to take on his new opponent.
Wearing his boots, leggings and shirt, Molly has hung his coat and doublet on a pole and is in the middle of tying up his slightly longer hair in a small ponytail to get the curls fully out of his face when he sees his 'foe'. ]
Welcome!
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He slides the rapier out of its sheath and tosses that back toward his coat. He gives the rapier a few practice swings to get accustomed to its movement again before he looks toward his opponent.
While he has heard of Mollymauk Tealeaf and seen evidence of him, this is the first chance Percival has really had to lay eyes on him.]
Good afternoon, [he says with a short, elegant bow.] I hear you are looking for opponents.
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Molly twirls his scimitars in his hands, loosening his wrists before tossing them in the air, catching both behind his back (23!) as he bows as well. ]
I certainly am! Mollymauk Tealeaf, at your service! What an interesting way to finally make your acquaintance.
[ A rapier, huh? Percy will have a better reach and be quick, so this will be interesting. ]
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This will be fun.]
Percival de Rolo, at yours. And this is, perhaps, the most civilized manner in which I've made anyone's acquaintance yet.
[Fjord pulled him off the beach, Caleb helped him buy a very intimate painting, and Caduceus met him sneaking out of the wizard house very early his second day here. All told, this is a downright pleasant introduction.]
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How serious do you want to take this, my friend? Flat side smacks or parries only?
[ He's feeling good so far, loose and ready to be the whirling dervish that he is with those dual blades of his. Molly has no idea how outmatched be is - even more so than his friends, who he's already training to catch up to. ]
Any magic?
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[Percival has had it used against him enough that he's a bit prickly about it, and given that he isn't fighting for his life, he sees no need to try to use it himself.]
And unless you have a cleric up your sleeve, perhaps we go easy for a bit. I'm rusty as it is.
[Which... is not untrue. Percival stays at range as much as he can, but he's not exactly unfamiliar with close melee combat. And though he is quite comfortable with the weapon he has in his hand, it's possible Mollymauk's style will make getting his footing more difficult. But he's game to test himself.]
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[ He will put the Summer's Dance in his main hand, then. The carnival glass ones are a little more fragile when it comes to parrying without a rite on them, but Molly is utterly comfortable with his weapons. ]
I'm a little rusty as well, so lets try this out!
[ He rolls his shoulders again and then nods at Percy, making sure the man is ready before he starts to move in. His first attack with his blades is pretty quick, a swift movement (23!) but held back to not hurt, while the followup with the second is less finessed and mostly a swing through the air (12). ]
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[The witcher awaits his visitor while leaning against a fencepost. Although he looks imposing, between his broad physique and crossed arms, there's no mistaking the excited smirk tugging the unscarred corner of his lips. Molly made for quite the enticing sight, even in the brief time they spoke to each other. And there were clear hints of something more than sparring.]
[Were Eskel the type, he'd be rubbing his hands together in eagerness. But he's not, so instead he'll wait for Molly with a cool demeanour and a smirk.]
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Hey there! Eskel, was it?
[ He gives a bit of a bow, tail giving an extra flick to the show. ]
You were the interesting one with all the stamina, right?
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[He stands up proper. Eskel casually looks Molly over, appreciating that lithe form and the confidence he carries it with. And, of course, the curve of the horns atop his head and everything decorating them. Their curve accentuated Molly's face, making a sort of gilded frame.]
[Molly is the most literally colourful person he's ever seen; Eskel looks impressed.]
[The bow and tail flick tug his smirk a little wider. Eskel isn't much of a showman himself, but he at least nods his head in return before offering his hand for a shake.] Well met. See you've come well-equipped. [He indicates toward the paddock with his head.] Step on in.
[As he heads into the paddock with Molly, a question comes to mind.] You one of those tieflings? Like Even and Oran?
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Then, finally, he looks back up at his new partner with a grin. ]
You sure have an appreciation for pretty horns, hmm?
[ Molly tilts his head just-so, the decorations jingling a bit as he does. The expression is coy but not demure, he knows quite well what game they might play today, and Molly is everything but discrete. ]
I am indeed! They're both very lovely friends.
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They do make good company. [From that slight smirk, one can assume Eskel's acquainted with Even and Oran as well.] Looking forward to your company too. [As he continues, he draws his sword with the straight crossguard and twirls it in one hand with ease.] Two swordsmen with a little magic up their sleeves - ought to be interesting. Got something in mind to make it more so, if you're up for an extra challenge.
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[ Long may he reign. ]
They're also excellent handholds when I'm on my knees~
[ Molly grins and sticks that forked tongue out before he draws his scimitars and twirls them in his hands. Loosening up, the tiefling then whirls them around, slashing them both over the lavender skin. They draw blood, and it spreads over the blades - one freezing over with ice and the other starting to glow with a radiant light. ]
Show me what you got.
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The tiefling really is made for close combat, he's got the agility and skills, and for a moment Peter can't help but think of Gamora and Drax. They both would have enjoyed training with him as well. Another training round finishes, and Peter is leaning against a pole, holding a water bottle for Molly. ]
Ey there, beautiful. Working hard, I see.
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Thank you. I needed that, desperately.
[ He rolls his wrists a bit and then leans to the fence to rest a little, sweaty and dirty but seemingly pleased with it all. ]
I noticed you watching, earlier. How am I doing?
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You're welcome. After all that hard work I figured you could use some hydration. I can bring you more if you're still thirsty, or we could go have a proper break. [ Reaching forward, Peter tucks a strand of hair behind one of Molly's horns, fixing it a little. ]
I like seeing you fight, you've got strength in your movements, but they're also very graceful. Almost like a dance.
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[ Like a mimic of Peter leaning into the kiss, Molly leans against the sweet brush of his curls and smiles. It's been a while since he's seen the human so it's nice to meet up again. ]
I was known as the Ice Spinner in the carnival. Keeping it flowing and like a dance is what I do best... but I'm damn rusty and full of bruises.
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Can't help much with the bruises, but I can take care of sore muscles. I give very good massages. [ Yes, Peter was supposed to come here and help Molly train but having a 'proper break' sounds more fun to him. ] And don't say that, you're not rusty at all. I'd have come to see you perform at the circus every day.
[ Peter makes a gesture with his chin towards Molly's coat and doublet on a nearby pole. ]
Want me to get those, so they don't get dirty or anything? [ Lookie, he can be a gentleman when he tries. ]
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[ That touch is cute, and the offer is like music to Molly's ears. He grins and then shakes his head a bit when Peter asks if his clothes will be okay. ] They'll be fine, no animals around to get them dirty, and they've been in plenty of battles.
[ Instead he moves over to pull down a horse blanket and flips it out over the grass on the side of the paddock and flops down on it. ]
Let's have a short rest, shall we? I might just take you up on that massage, too.
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It's a luxury to be able to assess something like this. Most of the fights he's had have been very in the moment, and he's had to react without getting to gauge just how good his footing may or may not be during the battle.
He looks up from what he's doing to raise his hand in greeting as he makes his way over to Molly. ]
Looks like you found a good spot for this after all.
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[ The tiefling brightens up when he sees another person coming to join him, giving Chung a small wave. The paddock has pretty packed dirt on it, horses and chocobo walking on it all the time. It's fairly good footing, at least in Molly's opinion... but the tiefling is used to fighting in all kinds of weird places. ]
Does it look good to you?
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He certain looks impressed enough when he gets a good sense of, giving one more look around as he frowns thoughtfully, head nodding just a little. ]
I think I can definitely work with this.
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[ Molly draws his scimitars and spins them a little, loosening his wrists. It was going to be interesting to fight someone who apparently was a over a thousand years old but someone still a young human(??)
Weird. ]
Flat of the blade taps or parries only?
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He draws his own sword out of its sheath, marveling at the fact that he hasn't had cause to do this for any other reason than to check on the blade since his arrival here. ]
I'm not so rusty with it that we have to limit it only to parries.
[ He... hopes, but he does manage to say it with more confidence than might actually be there. ]
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Let's see how we do, shall we?
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