[spoiler]Oh look, a socializing post! How very rare indeed.[/spoiler] [i][u]"Chillaxin'"[/u][/i] [i][u]Courtyard A1, Dojo, 1:30 PM Dragonslayer Olivia Executioner Daniel French Duelist Ren[/u][/i] "Wha...What are you doing, mademoiselle Olivia? M-Monsieur Daniel?" "...Chillaxin.'" "Ohoho! Indeed. Join us, Ren!" [i]Standing over the dragonslaying knightess and the Healing Church Executioner...Ren was disappointed. She had spent hours setting up for a rather fantastic dual against someone within the Dojo, evident by her current garb and equipment. Her olive green, tan and leather outfit was straightened out and stainless, the black leather cape attached to her left leather shoulder pad simply waving in the slightest of winds. Her dark leather boots were laced up tightly, alongside her thin leather glove on her left hand, while her right had been left uncovered, revealing an augmented arm with metallic fingers, a gift from the cybernetic cowboy JT after a successful job in somewhere quite far away from the Dojo. Standing at five foot seven, Ren was athletically thin herself, her slightly tanned skin gleaming only a bit in the burning sunlight that rained down from above. Her dirty blonde hair was tied back on a long ponytail, to ensure that it would not get in the way of combat. A slight scar ran down her left cheek, showing signs of an actual wound sometime in her career as a duelist. Ren's signature weapon, a stylish rapier with the word "Finesse" engraved into its silver side hung at a tight belt wrapped firmly around her waist. She was ready for combat, yet... [/i] [i]These others were not. On one hand, you had Olivia, the daughter of Ornstein, a Dragonslayer and guardian of Anor Londo, and Nora, a pyro warlock that used the powers of the Blue Flame. Yet, her their daughter was, leaning back in a comfortable leather chair and watching a game of football unravel on a flat-screen TV in front of her. Taking sips from a Dr. Pepper and setting it down next to a table beside her chair, Olivia was the one to use the term "Chillaxin'", as...well, she was doing exactly that.[/i] [i]The girl herself was on a rather nice outfit: consisting of a pair of grayish shorts that went to her knees and a maroon t-shirt depicting a chibi version of...Ornstein, a black tank top visible underneath the shirt. The girl looked up at the French duelist, who simply scowled at her young, smooth face, dark red hair falling to Olivia's shoulders. Her electric yellow eyes, inherited from her father, simply darted up towards the French's disgusted look as Olivia grinned wildly.[/i] Olivia: "Hey. Can't blame us for wanting a break. We've been b-" Ren: "A break?! [b]Pourquoi toi..."[/b] Daniel: "M'ladeh, tis such a fine day ta just relax!" Ren: "[b]Jamais![/b] We could be training!" [i]The blinded Executioner Daniel was also leaning back in a rather comfortable chair, wearing a bright pink t-shirt that, in thick black lettering, said "TRUE MEN WEAR PINK!!", while he also had a pair of strikingly white shorts on. His dirty blonde hair was messy and untangled, his chin having the slight beginnings of a beard. Wrapped around his head was an old bandage, ragged and torn, although it covered his previously gouged out eyes.[/i] Daniel: "C'mon, lass. Sit down! Take a break, will ya?" Ren: "...Fine. I will remain sta- Olivia: "SHUT UP, I'M WATCHING THIS!!" [i]Groaning, the French woman simply stood beside Olivia's chair, watching the football game silently. In fact, all three went silent, as...they had no one to talk to. Perhaps one could change that.[/i] ((Open for all. And if you really want a fight...Well, Ren's itching for one.))