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driftfleet_ooc2016-03-31 05:14 pm
spaceshipit) wrote in driftfleet_ooc2016-03-31 05:14 pm
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SPRING TEST DRIVE MEME
THE TEST DRIVE MEME
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[ He grunted and took the blow from the bat, having to side-step a little to keep from outright falling, though that brought his feet dangerously close to the edge and falling into the mud. He grunted and pushed through with his swing just to get out of Eames' grasp and danced back and to the center. ]
You seem oddly well acquainted with these bats though. Spend much time in mudpits do you?
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[If that was the case, it would explain why the other man was so nimble on his feet, and Eames followed after him into the center, intent on hitting him again in the same side.
The comment made him smile enigmatically, shifting the bat quickly to hit at Kirk.]
This is my first mudfight on this moon. Please feel free to go easy on me.
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[ It was partially because he had spent a lot of hours in the latter half of his recovery taking defensive classes and gymnastics. Anything to keep him moving, to work out his body, and four to five hours a day of hard activity like that was more than enough to get him back into fighting shape.
He raised it up to clock, knocking it aside and sizing the other up again, panting a little from his exertions and his cheeks flushing.
Damn but he liked a good fight. ]
Oh, you're going to have to ask nicer than that.
[ He did a quick step in and swung in another of those baseball swings that turned into a fencing point lunge - not the most elegant, but he managed. ]
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[His tone was teasing, and Eames was pretty sure that was the answer, regardless of what the other man said. Most people wouldn't have batted an eyelash over a stolen mask, well, at least not to his face.
The fencing lunge was unexpected, Eames narrowly avoiding it, but his footing was precarious enough that he found himself slipping down. He tried to grab onto the other man to bring him down with him, windmilling a bit.]
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[ He smirked, kind of enjoying the fight despite how they had gotten into it. He didn't plan on losing either.
Kirk's good nature got the better of him when Eames began to fall back. He'd taken his own tumble into the mud the first time around, and while he wasn't happy with the situation it didn't mean he wanted Eames to go down into the stuff either. Points could be earned through strikes, after all, and on instinct he reached out to steady to the man.
Except even Kirk's augmented strength couldn't fight gravity and Eames' superior weight. His own bad footing saw him falling forward too with a wide-eyed look of horror. Not the mud again! ]
Damn it!
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He couldn't help but laugh at the comical look on the other man's face, shoulders shaking with mirth as he tried to wipe the mud from his face.]
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[ Kirk spat and wiped at his face, looking over at Eames and smirking around a laugh of his own, tossing a giant handful of mud at the other man. ]
Okay, I think we're done here. Time to go find a high pressure shower.
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[He was only going to fend off the mud as best as he could, pushing himself up before heading over to Kirk, holding out a hand to help him up.]
I won't argue that. For 'clean' mud it sure gets everywhere.
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I'm willing to take it if it means I get to wash off.
[ He tries to swipe more of the mud off, but at this point it's not doing much more than smearing the stuff around. He takes Eames' hand gratefully and leverages himself up, feeling mud move in places it really shouldn't and shivering. ]
I ask this in the least sexual way - but I may need you to help me clean out a few places that mud should not be on a man.
[ He shuddered again and made to get up on the stage to head for the exit, ignoring the grumbling of the crowd. ]
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[It was a compliment laced with amusement, Eames hefting up the other man. It was hard to take this sort of thing to heart, since the whole mud fight had felt ridiculous, his mouth quirking up slightly at the corners.
Though that quickly morphed into a full grown grin, a few chuckles escaping his mouth at that.]
All this technology and I still have to help? That's disappointing, but I'll do my best.
[He headed towards the edge of the mud pit, careful not to slip and fall again.]
The mud was the real victor in this match, in that case.
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Some things a machine really just can't do as good as human hands.
[ He followed, the mud sucking at his legs as he got out, making him shudder. ]
The mud always wins, one way or another. Sometimes a man just has to accept defeat.