[The Feint lines up the spear like a javelin and, with all its strength, throws it-- right as Griffin kicks off and leaps, his boot hitting the polearm with perfect timing to stick him weightlessly to it. They sail through the air like an impossible surfer on a ridiculous board, until gravity inevitably dragged the spear down in an arch.
But not for long. A rail of swords began to materialize under him, carrying him through the air like a rollercoaster. As he reached higher and began to slow, Griffin shot a new Feint into the air, several feet above him. Throws him a line - in the form of a kusarigama - and the Feint catches the chain and spins his whole body to hurl Griffin up, higher, towards the next tower in his way.
One more spear, this time of a bamboo make. Instead of running up the side of the building like some might expect, he stabs the spear into its wall and lets the extreme flexibility of the weapon fling him upwards with a SPROING-- a cannonball, spinning, unfurling to dance and dart between a zigzag of footholds made of knives. Then finally, flipping to land on the roof's railing with arms spread wide.
His markings are shining so bright, he's practically a star.]
[he watches him land, and then he aims his grappling hook at one of the fake cranes and jumps, moving in a smooth arc. his bodyweight seems to pull a weakness in that, letting it turn just slightly, giving him extra distance, so he can land on a roof about halfway between with a smooth flip.
and then, he takes a running leap, latching onto an emergency staircase on the next building and climbing up that., before moving with ease, from building to building after that. jumping, and then finally, jumping up high enough for his hand to catch the railing of the building and then swing his bodyweight via momentum up.]
So, that's what you'd do in our races if I let you show off, huh?
[he's going crouch down, and then eventually just sit, eyes closed, and his head tilts back, as he leans back, resting his hands behind him on the concrete.]
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I'm making nice is 'cause I wanna keep putting up with your bullshit.
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You heard me.
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maybe a little frustrated.
and maybe a little glad.]
Right, I heard ya.
[there's a long pause.]
... Okay.
[he points at a distant building.]
What's the coolest way you can get over there?
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The coolest...
I dunno. I shouldn't.
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I wanna see it.
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Fine. But only 'cause you're all invalid with a busted leg.
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[he says easily, pulling out his grappling hook.]
I just wanna see.
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[Griffin summons a Feint and hands him a spear as he steps up to plate.]
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But not for long. A rail of swords began to materialize under him, carrying him through the air like a rollercoaster. As he reached higher and began to slow, Griffin shot a new Feint into the air, several feet above him. Throws him a line - in the form of a kusarigama - and the Feint catches the chain and spins his whole body to hurl Griffin up, higher, towards the next tower in his way.
One more spear, this time of a bamboo make. Instead of running up the side of the building like some might expect, he stabs the spear into its wall and lets the extreme flexibility of the weapon fling him upwards with a SPROING-- a cannonball, spinning, unfurling to dance and dart between a zigzag of footholds made of knives. Then finally, flipping to land on the roof's railing with arms spread wide.
His markings are shining so bright, he's practically a star.]
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Griffin smiles to himself, like he'd just indulged a guilty pleasure, and squats on the railing to wait for Jason to get there.]
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and then, he takes a running leap, latching onto an emergency staircase on the next building and climbing up that., before moving with ease, from building to building after that. jumping, and then finally, jumping up high enough for his hand to catch the railing of the building and then swing his bodyweight via momentum up.]
So, that's what you'd do in our races if I let you show off, huh?
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Nah. That was just 'cause you asked.
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[he's going crouch down, and then eventually just sit, eyes closed, and his head tilts back, as he leans back, resting his hands behind him on the concrete.]
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...You mind the company?
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[he answers belatedly, and finally opens his eyes, to look at Griffin.
he's going a little pale again.]
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He sits, with space between them, and tries to play down his alarm.]
It's still bad, right? The pain?...
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[he sounds... frustrated.]
Best I can do is wait for it to pass.
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[Not being able to do something about it, and just having to wait it out... sucksss.]
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I don't want to go back to Bad End, because everyone's apologizing over that bullshit game.
[they got the worst one? he's fine.]
Can't exactly stay on the ground, either.
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[Genuine curiosity. He knows Gold stays over sometimes.]
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She doesn't like the bullshit I've pulled.
[he shrugs]
Fair enough.
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Talon would still vouch for you bein' there though.
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