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Sword was running late for his phight, barely making it into the lobby on time. He was panting as the teams got decided and the map got set up. When they had announced the teams, he smiled. It was a solid setup. Medkit, Banhammer, Skateboard and … uh . Subspace. He grimaced at seeing Medkit and Subspace even remotely together. He decided to stay close to Medkit as much as he could. All competitors lined up in their respective spots before immediately launching into the skatepark. Sword started off strong, slipping in a lot of hits on the other team’s tanks without getting too badly injured.
He turned his attention to Vinestaff after affirming Medkit was alive and not fighting for his life. He was so, so damned close to getting his kill until someone jumped right in front of him, tossing him to the ground in seconds.
…..
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
Sword had to stop and get a clear look. He had never seen this guy before. His breath hitched as he was grabbed by the collar of his shirt and tugged back to standing upright. His heart was beating so fast he swore he would’ve passed out if he got tossed around any more. The way he was manhandling Sword so easily without a struggle ( mostly because sword wasn’t resisting ) made his legs weak.
All he could do was muster up a whiny ‘ hi ‘ , to which this …. heaven-sent angel just tilted his head in confusion before getting jumped by Skateboard’s rapid kickflips and tricks (Seriously how was he doing that ? ) along with … the pink scientist who shouldn’t be named. Sword was shoved to the side and as soon as he snapped back in , he looked around and frantically ran to help out Medkit who was getting terribly tag teamed by Boombox and Katana.
Sword was aching everywhere once the match was over , but he really wasn’t focused on that. He was more focused on finding out who that jaw dropping inphernal was. He first approached Medkit since he was pretty smart and was really good at making guesses. He might’t know a thing or two, or at the very least interpret things Sword wouldn’t come up with on his own.
" Hiya Meds !! Tough game back there , wasn’t it ? " Medkit was fixing up his clothing, nodding with a sigh.
" I’d say … I think I’m getting too old for this …. "
Sword just sat next to him on the bench , not really paying attention. He looked over to where most of the crowd was ; surrounding the new phighter.
" … Meds ? Do you uh … know … anything about that guy ? " Medkit opened his closed eye and looked up , then getting up to look past the crowd before sitting down.
" Hm… not exactly , but from what I can see he’s a playgrounder. Loud, obnoxious, and he’s wearing unnecessarily bright colors. His sweater alone is screaming playgrounder. " From the corner of his eye, Sword might’ve seen an eyeroll but chose to ignore it. Playgrounders could be a lot sometimes, even for him and he was always pretty energetic !
Sword just hummed an acknowledgment. If he was a playgrounder, Skate must know something about him. Skateboard knows everyone. He thanked Medkit and waved, running off to catch up to Skateboard who was getting ready to leave.
" SKATE !! Hey- Hey !"
Skateboard jumped and got his board ready to swing once he turned around , but then put it down at seeing Sword’s familiar face. " Hey dude . Any reason you had to charge at me like I owe you money ? " Skateboard did actually owe him money, but he’s willing to ignore that ( for now ) if it’ll let him get to know about that mysterious inphernal.
" I just had some questions about the the new phighter .. Medkit told me he was a playgrounder and you know like … everyone. I didn’t mean to startle you ! "
" ‘S alright man. You’re talkin’ about that dude overthere ? " Sword looked at the directing and the crowd around the newcomer had cleared up , now being able to see his full appearance.
Two different colored horns a bright neon hoodie with its sleeves ripped off , and a good build. What did this guy do for a living ? He was able to toss Sword around earlier like he weighed nothing, which is a bit hard to believe since Sword isn’t light whatsoever. He had his own muscle since it came along with his years of training… anyways , back to the task at hand.
" Well that’s my bud Coil. Slingshot hates ‘im … uh .. right. He’s on the run from th’ law majority of the time , but that doesn’t stop him from havin’ fun. He’s a boxer or somethin’ like that, I can’t tell if its professionally or illegally. Tryna think of anything else y’ might wanna know …"
How about his relationship status for starters … Sword said to himself because he’s kind and has manners. Coil… a boxer ? That’s make sense. When he snuck glances during the Phight, he rarely did see Coil slow down. He maintained a steady pace throughout the whole game, which only lured Sword more towards him.
" That .. should be it. Why do y’ wanna know ? You got a lil’ crush on him ? "
Skateboard smugly grinned at him and Sword froze and the feathers on his wings ruffled up . " Whaaaat ? No ! I just met the guy !– well not really met yet and it isn’t a terrible idea to maybe get to know him…. "
Skateboard acted like Sword wasn’t entirely giving everything away, patting his back and leading him back up towards where Coil was.
" No worries, I can introduce you two. Maybe if he had more friends he could stop bothering me so much. "
Sword and Skateboard spoke a bit more about plans outside of the phight, dealing with soreness, and what the best soda is before making their way to Coil after the crowd cleared out more.
" Skate !! Hey brah . "
" Sup dude. " Skateboard and Sword were now in front of Coil, where the two playgrounders made this frantic movement with their hands and started laughing to themselves. Why did Skateboard say dude so much? Is that how he sounds when he talks to Rocket…?
" That handshake will never get old … anyways. This is my pal Sword. You said you wanted to open up your circle an’ I don’t think you two have met. Well besides from when you were about to punch him into the ground until I saved him like the kind, generous, angel— "
" Dude. You’re lucky I didn’t cut you off at kind. " Sword watched them bicker , holding in a couple laughs until Coil turned his attention to him. He straightened up slightly.
" Hey , nice t’ meet you Sword. Sorry our first impression had to start with me almost putting you into the ground. "
" R-right– no hard feelings ! No worries … " Swords above, he looked even better than what he saw at first glance.
His locks were put into a ponytail , some still hanging from his sides and one at the middle of his forehead. He had a bandage on his cheek and another on his forehead. Was that a hole on his nose where a piercing would go ?
Coil tried not to laugh as Sword obviously was checking his face out , he himself taking a look at Sword’s face. He has a scar under one of his eyes ( that had to have hurt ) , little spots of red , brown , and black littered throughout his feathers , more prominent feathers under his cheek , and a couple other more faded out scars. He had a line of dots on his forehead , only the major center one ( not very big ) and two more going down with the next one smaller than the one before.
….
Skateboard felt like he was interrupting. What the hell was this, a badly made romance movie? And Coil didn’t immediately burst out into laughter during eyecontact ??? What ????? Is this a sign of the rapture ????????
Coil kept looking, and so did Sword. Then Sword realized what he was doing and straightened his back. Ohhh no. This was so embarrassing. When did he even start slouching? He cleared his throat and the wings on the side of his head covered the growing red on his cheeks, looking to the side.
" It’s … nice to meet you Coil… IwishIcouldstickaroundbutIhavesomestuffIgottado— BYE !! " Before Coil could muster up a reply, Sword had already ran was halfway to Zuka’s truck.
Hm. Sword … he seemed like a little freak. A little awkward one. It was oddly endearing, especially if you compared him to the rest of his past partners.
I’d like to see him around more often.