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citynet2023-07-18 11:14 am
kampfgeist) wrote in citynet2023-07-18 11:14 am
video » text | @stray
[ the video comes first!
heine films from where he's sitting on top of a mailbox on a street corner. it's a slow pan across an empty intersection just northeast of the bank—the bank building itself is visible, as a landmark for where he is, but he also makes a point of filming as much down each street as he can manage. master film director heine is not, but at least he manages to pick out a few identifying storefronts so people can triangulate themselves!
there's no talking, or really any sound at all (which for heine is still one of the worst parts of this place). once he's filmed enough that he thinks the location has been conveyed, the video cuts off.
when he uploads it, it's with a text accompaniment: ]
let me get this out of the way first: i'm not trying to die
and i also don't want to kill anyone [ today, anyway! ]
but if you're also here without the weapons you're used to
don't want to get stuck with your thumb up your ass if shit goes wrong
and think you could use a good fight to keep your skills sharp
then hopefully you can figure out from the video where to go
if you can't then [ he is judging you slightly ] ask for directions
rules:
1) i have knives but if you want to use something else that's on you
2) no sparring bullshit, we fight like we mean it
3) i'll go easy if you need but don't ask me to teach you
heine films from where he's sitting on top of a mailbox on a street corner. it's a slow pan across an empty intersection just northeast of the bank—the bank building itself is visible, as a landmark for where he is, but he also makes a point of filming as much down each street as he can manage. master film director heine is not, but at least he manages to pick out a few identifying storefronts so people can triangulate themselves!
there's no talking, or really any sound at all (which for heine is still one of the worst parts of this place). once he's filmed enough that he thinks the location has been conveyed, the video cuts off.
when he uploads it, it's with a text accompaniment: ]
let me get this out of the way first: i'm not trying to die
and i also don't want to kill anyone [ today, anyway! ]
but if you're also here without the weapons you're used to
don't want to get stuck with your thumb up your ass if shit goes wrong
and think you could use a good fight to keep your skills sharp
then hopefully you can figure out from the video where to go
if you can't then [ he is judging you slightly ] ask for directions
rules:
1) i have knives but if you want to use something else that's on you
2) no sparring bullshit, we fight like we mean it
3) i'll go easy if you need but don't ask me to teach you
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all of it????
and you'll even go easy on people ~♡(｡￫ˇ艸￩) [ he's doing the thing he does a lot which is being a weirdo. even though he does have an odd lusting after crazy people who may or may not want to kill him......................... but anyways. THEY'RE ALL FRIENDS NOW. That's how friendships start, right? ] that aside, very cinematic opening mr wes anderson
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[ heine has an exceptionally loose grasp on the concept of romance, but even he's relatively sure that it's not exactly traditional to proposition someone by offering a knife fight...
but if that's what wrench is into far be it from heine to judge!!! this is friendly ribbing, actually, insofar as heine can be friendly!! ]
who is wes anderson
this is the problem with the worlds/timelines shit
[ karate? wes anderson?! who knew heine would become forcibly cultured by way of this wack empty city. ]
also i'm going easy on people because
(going full circle, stay with me here)
i don't want to kill anyone
need me to go easy on you? [ is this flirting? perish the thought ]
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go easy on him daddy uwu]oh! uh, right yeah. still fucking weird, huh? anywayyy, wes anderson was a film director kinda known for artsy fartsy wide shots or whatever. [ mmm. does he trust encryptions? no. not even the ones he made. and he wants to been "anonymous" separate. he'll say everything else he needs to say in person. ] you thinkin of a time?
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film's not really my strong point
but glad you enjoyed the opening shot
[ would heine have ever even seen a film? answer unclear. ]
whenever. what else am i gonna do here?
i'll be around
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come on down 👍🏻
[ condolences on the sobriety, maybe a nice knife fight will help ]
Action!
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the high ground, currently, being a newspaper stand with no newspapers in it, since the mailbox is now irrevocably damaged. whoops! once wrench is close enough, heine slips down from the newspaper stand to land on the ground. he's clearly a little worse for wear at this point, at least in terms of clothing—a rip, some dirt—but physically, he's completely uninjured. ]
You want fists or knives? Or some secret third thing you brought as a surprise?
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Aww, I thought about bringing a surprise but I decided to save my grenades for someone prettier. [ Heart eyes flicked over his display for a moment. Which!! Isn't to say Heine isn't pretty, by the way. Cause he is, but. You know. He likes to egg people on. ANYWAY. ] Real talk, I am not good at either. and i wanna be, eh well. I don't, actually. i like my way of doing shit but this place doesn't so here we are. before— you say anything, though. i'm not looking for "lessons" don't worry. doing IS how I learn, so.
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also, curing boredom, and double also, making sure that there are at least a few other people in the city who can hold their own in a fight if they need to. ]
And here I thought my fight club was romantic to you. [ absolutely deadpan, completely serious affect, which maybe wrench has gathered means heine is joking. (sense of humor truly drier than the sahara, so sorry.) heine has literally never in his life spared a thought about his own attractiveness, and the idea that someone might actually find him pretty doesn't cross his mind, even now. ]
...Okay. [ teasing out the actual content from wrench's stream of consciousness... ] Fists and knives aren't my favorite either, but it's what we've got, so. [ shrug. ] Pick your poison.
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That aside! There were all good reasons to start a fight club, really. Wrench understood the necessity behind this kind of a call beyond the 'I'm bored and I'm processing' parts. No one knew what they were up against but they were disarmed and those few people who had powers or abilities (which was still weird to him but he's rolling with it) had a major cap on them. They needed to be prepared in every way they could be.
Which didn't mean he couldn't banter! ] Give me a few swings first. I have to get into the mood, y'know? [ Winky McWinkerson. It's fine, Heine. He's known others with dry humor. ] Let's go fists. You got rules?
[ Cause he's a bit dirty. As in the— well in both ways but one is less relevant at the moment. ]
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the winking earns a roll of heine's eyes and a slight quirk at the corner of his mouth that belies his amusement. ] I should be asking you that. First touch probably defeats the purpose, but first blood? First to the ground? Whatever.
[ in this case it's up to wrench, really. first blood is almost meaningless to a guy with accelerated healing, but that's not a decision he can make for wrench, who presumably takes a normal human amount of time to recover from injury. ]
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First to draw blood. [ He's messy and he knows that. Going to the ground isn't necessarily enough to tap out. Hell, he might purposely go to the ground just to get Heine down too. Guess they'll see how he feels, huh? So, up come the dukes and when Heine signals he's also ready, Wrench doesn't waste time. He'll crack it right open with an elbow toward the gut. ]
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First blood, then. [ no problem. heine's stance is already loose enough that he's ready to pull back from the first elbow wrench throws out, and he dodges back, quick on his feet. his arms come up to protect his core, and heine circles a bit before pressing back in with an uppercut, aiming for wrench's middle.
it's always nice when someone else is willing to throw the first punch, and heine sort of likes the experience of being on his back foot, however temporarily. he tries to move at the same speed as wrench, at least, to put them on a similar playing field as they move in to trade blows, then pull back to regroup—although when the opening presents itself, heine can't resist the temptation to drop low enough to sweep a leg at wrench's ankles. ]
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First blood, then. But if its a minor cut that shit doesn't count. [ He's not a wiener, man. Heine wanted to 'fight like they meant it' right? So sure, he does, and maybe some part of him was doing this more than just because he needed to get better at it.
Speed was Wrench's biggest asset. He was quick, and he was agile if a bit clumsy. He had potential but he was still just human and you know... it didn't quite hit him that this guy could also have powers that were just capped, not removed, or that he could be NOT human.... Oh well!
Wrench moved with the man as he circled around him. Watching. A loose but ready stance even if there was just a fleeting 'oh fuck' sort of reaction when Heine finally made his move. He'll take that uppercut to his middle just to get a hold of Heine's arm, get in close. It was clear that the other man wasn't great at defense but he did have a surprising amount of resilience and willingness to fucking headbutt a motherfucker. Elbows and knees, keeping Heine in close as they match fists before something broke and down he went to the ground.
Woops, woops, woops, he scrambled to his feet and stumbled back a few steps with a bit of a chuckle. Damn, now they were further away from one another and he had no toys to create a diversion in order to get back in close. ] How's your head?
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that wrench is also scrappy enough to haul heine in with a grip to his forearm is another pleasant surprise, and heine can't help a sharp grin at that. he dodges what fists he can—although he does take the headbutt fully to his nose, which doesn't break but does immediately start bleeding. it's through that haze of pain that heine manages to get wrench to the ground, although he watches, both amused and impressed, as wrench almost immediately scrambles up again.
with a little bit of distance between them, heine takes the opportunity to wipe blood off his face. this is where a close observer might be clued in to heine's unusually fast healing: the bleeding has already stopped, and the longer wrench watches the more apparent it'll be that the beginnings of a bruise are already starting to slowly fade. ]
Head's fine. How's yours? [ he spits on the ground, getting blood out of his mouth. ] You counting that as first blood?
[ because in heine's opinion they shouldn't, only because the fight will be short and he's a freak who likes fighting people for fun—but on a technicality, the stain of blood on the bandages around heine's neck would indeed mean that wrench won. ]
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Thing was, he's never been in a sustained fight without weapons. It was always a last minute resort to get him the fuck out of there or grab a weapon from the person who cornered him into the mess. So whether he could sustain this was debatable. But he did come here to learn and he learned by getting his hands dirty. ]
Nothing more out of sorts than usual. [ He chuckled. ] Blood, what blood? [ Which meant no, not a chance dude. Heine looked okay. Definitely noticing the healing thing, interesting. But he was okay and the other guy was okay so fuck it, right? Alright, let him just roll a shoulder. Crack his neck a little. Run in to try and superman punch the guy. ]