[The obnoxious camouflage of looking like you walked out of a medieval fantasy world, but really it's just 12,090 of Earth's future.
D is very conscious about having a fair duel. When it comes to fighting, that is. If people challenge him, he doesn't mind, he quite likes it, but he wants it to be equal. There are a lot of things about him that aren't fair at all. And this isn't equal, he thinks. This is a lot like the games he plays when ignorant humans challenge him to things they'll never win, like drinking.
Not that Cedrik is ignorant, nor that Cedrik won't possibly surprise him.
There's no way for him to turn off the senses he's gained from being a vampire. Even when the bell rings, D doesn't lift the rifle. Through the cacophony of noise around them and the noise from the stall, he listens for the sound of the mechanisms hidden away. His eyes stare, unfocused, at the lines where targeted monsters clink back and forth, passing him by. He waits like this, patiently, silently, for several long moments as if he's forgotten what he was even doing.]
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D is very conscious about having a fair duel. When it comes to fighting, that is. If people challenge him, he doesn't mind, he quite likes it, but he wants it to be equal. There are a lot of things about him that aren't fair at all. And this isn't equal, he thinks. This is a lot like the games he plays when ignorant humans challenge him to things they'll never win, like drinking.
Not that Cedrik is ignorant, nor that Cedrik won't possibly surprise him.
There's no way for him to turn off the senses he's gained from being a vampire. Even when the bell rings, D doesn't lift the rifle. Through the cacophony of noise around them and the noise from the stall, he listens for the sound of the mechanisms hidden away. His eyes stare, unfocused, at the lines where targeted monsters clink back and forth, passing him by. He waits like this, patiently, silently, for several long moments as if he's forgotten what he was even doing.]
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