[the kidnapped. This is definitely new for him, all things considered.
Ayato is one who usually plans ahead for potential problems, oftentimes thinking of alternatives and different outcomes to make both sides of a view agree. And while that's incredibly good for most arguments, or fights, or disputes, or whathaveyou- it is definitely not for the Fae. Because the Fae absolutely cheat, and when you don't expect to be suddenly put to sleep right outside the Kamisato Estate, things go out the window very quickly.
He's wandering the halls now, eyes cautiously taking in what he can see, and even though he's been given things to remain comfortable, there's absolutely no way he's pleased with it. Coming upon another person at least has him sighing, annoyed.]
I see the Fae are rather busy for this, aren't they?
[Training.
Here, at least, is a somewhat familiar sort of deal- while there was training in the Black Order and in his past life, Ayato hasn't really spent much time in this life doing the same thing. Most of his fighting comes from his memories, from a time where he was trained by his father on how to first use a bokken, and then eventually a sword. The Kamisato Arts were ones Ayato felt privileged to learn and weave in ways that suited him over time, long after both his parents were gone.
So here he is, considering what way to approach one of the target dummies in front of him, hand just above the hilt of Haran Geppaku Futsu- and then he's a motion of blue, streaking across the dummy- and then... still... going...??
The next thing he knows, he crashes right into a pile of inanimate training dummies decently behind where his target was. It takes a few seconds, but there's a bewildered look as Ayato begins to pull himself out of the mess. How did he even get here, he was just doing a mixture of movement with his Kamisato Art: Kyouka-
...well, someone just learned he's suddenly a lot faster, even if this is still pretty embarrassing.
Duels - General
So you've gotten him as your assigned dueling competitor. Ayato seems surprised as he comes onto the field, this sort of thing not really his wheelhouse unless absolutely necessary. He crosses his arms and raises a palm, a sort of gesture that says "I chose this so I guess I'm here now."]
I'm surprised I was chosen to be someone's opponent. [Wait, that- that sounds pompous, and Ayato clarifies.] Usually I'm not one for events such as this. At least, not so out in the open.
I will still give you a fight the Fae seek, however. [A beat.] Shall we begin?
[Duel - Closed to Diarmuid
He's watched several fights by now, partaking in one or two himself, but there really hasn't been any opponents he's wanted to actually cross blades with yet. He isn't one who focuses on being in the main light most of the time, and so he's taken to spectating the sport in the bleachers with some app users. It's incredibly different from almost anything he's ever seen, both here or in Inazuma, and in some ways, it grabs his attention more than he expects. There's an itch that is making him restless, and he feels it as the minutes crawl by. The question now becomes "what will he do with it?"
The answer comes to him pretty quickly, an amused thought crossing his mind. Grabbing his sword once again, Ayato makes his way back to the field, Hydro Vision visible even against the horrendous black he has to wear for the Unseelie.
The request for "Saber" comes shortly after. All the other is told is that his opponent is named "Thoma," and that they have been waiting for "Saber" to arrive. The instant Diarmuid comes into the arena, though, he'll know who it is.
Ayato smiles, amused.]
Forgive me for not asking you beforehand. I'm merely curious and wish to see how well a spar would be with a friend.
[For Ayato to call Diarmuid a friend is a lot, let alone to want to actually fight in sport. This was never something he'd do in his past life- but many things were different back then, and maybe Ayato's chosen to be a little more upfront these days instead of always being in the background.
He does not expect to win this- but that doesn't matter. What does is that he enjoys himself through the entire thing. That's what's most important to him, here.
A hand summons Haran Geppaku Fustu, and he twirls it to let the blade sit across his other hand. His smile hasn't dropped once.]
Whenever you wish to begin.
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kamisato ayato // genshin impact // open
Ayato is one who usually plans ahead for potential problems, oftentimes thinking of alternatives and different outcomes to make both sides of a view agree. And while that's incredibly good for most arguments, or fights, or disputes, or whathaveyou- it is definitely not for the Fae. Because the Fae absolutely cheat, and when you don't expect to be suddenly put to sleep right outside the Kamisato Estate, things go out the window very quickly.
He's wandering the halls now, eyes cautiously taking in what he can see, and even though he's been given things to remain comfortable, there's absolutely no way he's pleased with it. Coming upon another person at least has him sighing, annoyed.]
I see the Fae are rather busy for this, aren't they?
[Training.
Here, at least, is a somewhat familiar sort of deal- while there was training in the Black Order and in his past life, Ayato hasn't really spent much time in this life doing the same thing. Most of his fighting comes from his memories, from a time where he was trained by his father on how to first use a bokken, and then eventually a sword. The Kamisato Arts were ones Ayato felt privileged to learn and weave in ways that suited him over time, long after both his parents were gone.
So here he is, considering what way to approach one of the target dummies in front of him, hand just above the hilt of Haran Geppaku Futsu- and then he's a motion of blue, streaking across the dummy- and then... still... going...??
The next thing he knows, he crashes right into a pile of inanimate training dummies decently behind where his target was. It takes a few seconds, but there's a bewildered look as Ayato begins to pull himself out of the mess. How did he even get here, he was just doing a mixture of movement with his Kamisato Art: Kyouka-
...well, someone just learned he's suddenly a lot faster, even if this is still pretty embarrassing.
Duels - General
So you've gotten him as your assigned dueling competitor. Ayato seems surprised as he comes onto the field, this sort of thing not really his wheelhouse unless absolutely necessary. He crosses his arms and raises a palm, a sort of gesture that says "I chose this so I guess I'm here now."]
I'm surprised I was chosen to be someone's opponent. [Wait, that- that sounds pompous, and Ayato clarifies.] Usually I'm not one for events such as this. At least, not so out in the open.
I will still give you a fight the Fae seek, however. [A beat.] Shall we begin?
[Duel - Closed to Diarmuid
He's watched several fights by now, partaking in one or two himself, but there really hasn't been any opponents he's wanted to actually cross blades with yet. He isn't one who focuses on being in the main light most of the time, and so he's taken to spectating the sport in the bleachers with some app users. It's incredibly different from almost anything he's ever seen, both here or in Inazuma, and in some ways, it grabs his attention more than he expects. There's an itch that is making him restless, and he feels it as the minutes crawl by. The question now becomes "what will he do with it?"
The answer comes to him pretty quickly, an amused thought crossing his mind. Grabbing his sword once again, Ayato makes his way back to the field, Hydro Vision visible even against the horrendous black he has to wear for the Unseelie.
The request for "Saber" comes shortly after. All the other is told is that his opponent is named "Thoma," and that they have been waiting for "Saber" to arrive. The instant Diarmuid comes into the arena, though, he'll know who it is.
Ayato smiles, amused.]
Forgive me for not asking you beforehand. I'm merely curious and wish to see how well a spar would be with a friend.
[For Ayato to call Diarmuid a friend is a lot, let alone to want to actually fight in sport. This was never something he'd do in his past life- but many things were different back then, and maybe Ayato's chosen to be a little more upfront these days instead of always being in the background.
He does not expect to win this- but that doesn't matter. What does is that he enjoys himself through the entire thing. That's what's most important to him, here.
A hand summons Haran Geppaku Fustu, and he twirls it to let the blade sit across his other hand. His smile hasn't dropped once.]
Whenever you wish to begin.
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