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[strategicnaps]

[You seem a bit too excited about this, Hibari... but Hanbei leads the way.]

Don't take out your weapons now, someone could run into it!

[...Right. Anyway, to the Training Wing-- Hanbei will set up a relatively simple VR. Some figures will start swarming towards them; they're relatively easy to kill hack & slash style, no problem. They also look vaguely humanoid, but obviously not.]

Well, let's try fighting together before fighting each other. It'll be a lot easier to check this way!

[embattle]

[On the contrary, sir, he's restraining himself. Of course, he forgets as the dummies converge, starved for a battle and ravenous then. His flames can be heard, every shimmering pop. Lavender hues swirl to luminous life, and he flares as the tonfa go spinning through "flesh", powered and quick as a squall, flashing teeth.

He's glad as a clam, but as frenzied as sharks.

He's nearly forgotten his elder, his test.]

[strategicnaps]

[Perfect, Hibari. As the demons go down, Hanbei keeps glancing back at their hands-- of all things, why that? It's becoming a bit obvious where he's looking at, unless Hibari's too distracted.]

Alright, that's all I needed to know. I think.

[What, already? In any case, he finishes off the last of them and eventually ends the simulation.]

[embattle]

[Hibari? His gaze hadn't wandered too far. He licks at his lip, craving more, smile wide.

He's (wrongly) assumed it's the warm up, and spins.]

Ready?

[He's turned to the other, eyes sharp.]

[strategicnaps]

[...Ah.

No, no he is not ready. To get eaten or beat up. Hanbei suddenly waves his hands in front of his face--] No, no! We're not from the same world. I can tell already.

[if you try to bite him he's just going to pull his compass out and 8( at you]

[embattle]

How's that?

[He's lowered his weapons, at least. The flames of his body retreat, like a mist.]

You won't fight?

[What sort of a trial was this?]

[strategicnaps]

[IT WAS A SHORT TRIAL, THAT'S WHAT]

I would've fought you if we passed the first stage, but... [He brings his wrists up.] In my world, if we're both fighting on the same side, we'd have a red line running across our wrists right now.

[A red line. Yeah. Great, Hanbei.]

[embattle]

[That reasoning's flawed, and Hibari, he didn't choose "sides".]

Who says?

[He glances again to his wrist.]

I wasn't on anyone's side.

[strategicnaps]

[For a moment, Hanbei's smile falls into a flat 'are you serious' face before he just shrugs.]

Well, unfortunately, fighting on the same side is the only way to concretely tell! Let me ask something else, then. And don't answer with anything cheeky, base it only on the facts!

[That's asking too much, Hanbei.] Can you make yourself invincible for just a few seconds after a lot of fighting?

[embattle]

No...

[Not without Roll, without shield.]

You're saying you are?

[strategicnaps]

Mhm, I can.

[...wait hold on HE DOESN'T WANT TO DEMONSTRATE]

Ahhh, I'm not feeling well right now, though, so I should probably go back to my room. A lot happened today!

[embattle]

[Oh, he couldn't pursue it, this fight.]

You're ill?

[He watches, concern in his eyes.]

[strategicnaps]

[Hanbei's continuously amused by how Hibari's 'concern' for him shows so obviously. Still, right now is not the time.]

Honestly, I'd be surprised if I wasn't. [Fuck that canon update.] But you don't have to worry about me! I can take care of myself.

[embattle]

[Never mention it, Hanbei.]

Who's worried?

[Guess who's getting dragged to medical?]

I asked if you were ill.

[strategicnaps]

[wow no thanks]

Ahhh, sorry, I really think I should just return to my room. [IF YOU DRAG HIM HE SWEARS HE'LL JUST make sure you don't die in the future] I need to sort out my thoughts, too. Well, see you!