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CHARACTERS: Peridot, Pearl, and OPEN!

DATE: After Oska-sim, before the Team-Bonding tasks event

WARNINGS: Robotic dismemberment, maybe.

SUMMARY: Robot fights??? Robot fights.

• BEFORE THE FIGHT •

[Now that Oska has been "fixed"… it's about time to mess it up again. At least in a contained way that doesn't involve any "false realities." Two large, pilot-able robots stand opposite each other in a large ring, circled off with linked rope and poles.

One robot is a bright green color, diamond shaped with claw-like hands, and shorter than the other robot. The second robot is tall, smoother looking, with longer "legs" and pastel colored.

Both are unoccupied… for now, but outside of the ring is a crudely, and almost lazily painted sign with the words: ]

BUY TICKETS HERE

[…Someone's selling tickets to this??

Maybe someone else is nearby who can answer some questions… Or maybe also has no idea what's about to happen, but hey, feel free to look around anyway. ]

• THE FIGHT •

[A. - Closed to Peridot and Pearl]

[Now that the tickets have been sold, both Gems arrive at the arena.

After inspecting the area marked for their fight, and then inspecting her own robot to make sure Pearl hadn't tried to CHEAT while she was away, Peridot climbs into her own robot, testing the controls. It works just as well as it did when she first assembled it, so everything seems fine. As Pearl climbs into her own robot, Peridot calls out a taunt.]

I HOPE YOU'RE READY TO PRACTICE BOWING AGAIN, RENEGADE SCUM!!

[B. - Open To All]

[Oh, so that's why those giant robots were there. An old fashioned showdown, This Town Isn't Big Enough For The Both Of Us-style... But no guns and quick drawing, and with robots instead? Seems like it. Feel free to watch, and maybe wind up dodging some torn up dirt as the fight processes.]

Comments

[humerous]

We eat, we drink, we sleep....although I guess you knew that last one already.

[A bit of a chuckle, then-]

I'm partial towards stuff that's "bad" for you. Sugar, grease. Whatever...I'm easy.

[terrormine]

But where does it go?

[Nope this is too weird/fascinating, go back to the 'how' instead of the 'what'!]

[humerous]

Well, I could show you...but I'm all out in the snacks department.

[Nothing in life is freeeee except, well, there's no real moral lesson here, he's just hungry and lazy.]

[terrormine]

[She straightens herself and instantly blinks away the wide-eyed-in-wonder little girl look.]

That's too bad. I don't have anything to eat on me, either.

[He may not be the only lazy one, here...]

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[humerous]

[...]

[humerous]

Well, alright, alright...if that's really the case, I guess I have no other option...

I'm gonna have to resort to my secret stash.

[And from within his jacket he produces...a jar of ketchup. But it's clearly been worked at over time, because it's only about a quarter of the way full, and the rest of the jar is stained on the inside, indicating it used to be fuller.

It'd been a gift from his brother, since actual ketchup was on short supply.]

You watching?

[terrormine]

[...Ketchup.

Oh, who is she one to judge- er, meaning, yeah she can be pretty judgmental, but this is a skeleton with a jar of ketchup. Judging can wait.

She nods, interest instantly rekindled. What's your secret digestion magic, mr. bones?!]

[humerous]

[He really does miss other condiments...unfortunately, their limited resources meant all his brother could do was make half-decent ketchup. But he's not one to complain, so.

Lifting the jar to his jaw, he tips it to drink some and...

Nothing.

While he does clearly drink some, it doesn't fall out of body. It doesn't stain the inside of his t-shirt. Nothing. It's just gone. All he does then is wipe some lingering ketchup from his mouth onto his jacket sleeve.]

And there you have it.

[terrormine]

Oh.

I guess I really didn't know what I should've expected.

[A beat.]

Does it ever come out?

[Because that sounds better than to straight out ask 'do skeletons poop', right]

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[humerous]

Food's...kinda digested, only we don't leave anything behind. It's all converted into magical energy.

To answer the question you were probably thinking, well...we don't have toilets back home.

[humerous]

For the record, that goes for my entire species, which doesn't just include skeletons. So it ain't a skeleton thing, kid. It's a monster thing.

[terrormine]

[There's a small pause, because while it's nothing ground-breaking, it's still unusual information to digest.]

...How convenient and sanitary.

[Let's go with that.]

Are all monsters in your world like you? [...] In the sense that they can communicate, and have full control over their will and reason.

[humerous]

Sure are. Most of 'em ain't a danger, either. Monsters're good people.

[Of course, he knows what this is leading to.]

Lemme guess...ain't the case where you're from, right?

[terrormine]

Hum. Interesting, though given all these worlds out there, differences shouldn't be surprising.

[She shrugs a little.]

Humans can call anything that looks different from them monsters, it's often not a reliable term. You didn't say 'hellion', after all, though I wouldn't be surprised if that only means something specific to the few from my world.

[humerous]

Well, we had the term before it got twisted that way, y'know? Monster used to be a pretty innocuous term. Still is, I guess...to us anyway.

[He shrugs his shoulder.]

Course, that was before they locked us all underground. At that point, they needed a Monster to be a bad thing. Probably just to justify it to themselves.

[terrormine]

That sounds incredibly typical of humans. Looks like they never change, no matter which world and time they're in.

[humerous]

Humans are something alright.

[Considering one just destroyed his world after already having saved everyone, well. Let's just say his first few months here he wasn't exactly keen on being surrounded by them. That's something he isn't over.

But the thousand year imprisonment, well...]

But, eh, I'm over it. No point in holding onto stuff like that...it really does a number on you.

[terrormine]

More trouble than they'll ever be worth, regardless of how exceptional a handful may turn out to be.

[She shrugs, vaguely feeling like she's given them too much credit already. ...Gonna blame that on Sorey.]

True, especially if your lifespan is a lot longer. It would take some getting used to, but I wouldn't mind too much a complete lack of sunlight in exchange for lasting peace and quiet. Humans are usually too busy making noise and wars, anyway.