*Persi looks at Xi angrily then gets in the ring.* Persi: Want to go easy or all out? *He chuckles.* Persi: I prefer easy, you might kill me if we go all out...
*Xi walks over and takes her shoulders, steering her towards the ring.* Xi: Nah uh girl. If your anything like your alternative reality half sister, then you can fight like a demon. I want to see how Persi does. Persi: What? What?! Xi: Uh huh. You get to fight a girl! Persi: This punishment for the short joke earlier,…
*Gyatso holds his breath, beating back his emotions into a tiny box, then throws the tiny box out of his head. Mentally, of course.* Gyatso, emotionless again: I can fight....
Xi: I am not. I'm a very gracious loser! Notice me not beating his head in with a stick right now? Persi: Like you could get close! Xi: Oooohhhhh.... I think little man's head has gotten to big! Persi: Oh, so I'm little man? Last time I checked, I was taller than you. *Persi was indeed, at least a foot taller. They both…
*Persi ducks and Xi's swing flies over his head. He comes up, putting the tip of his sword to Xi's sternum. Persi takes off his mask and smiles.* Persi: Thanks Tara. Xi: What'cha do that for T? I had him! Persi: In your dreams... Xi: A dream and reality are undiscernible when a man is winning. Persi: What does that mean?…
Loki: Hmm... *He snaps his fingers and some white patterns appear on it. Small swirls of white at random intervals, but not so overpowering as some people might have.*
Loki: Yes! *He moves a hand and a black silk dress appears. It's straps are about three fingers wide, it ends at just before her knees, and it conforms to her figure without revealing to much. It's simple, yet elegant.* Loki, hesitant: Sooo.... how do you like it?
Loki: Are you the same person after you're born? After puberty? After you kill, after you've seen death? No.... how this can become fashion sense.... it probably can't. But I still have an idea that might look good on you! *His mood changes as quickly as storm winds on a gas planet.*
*He crosses his arms and falls back onto her bed, much like a child.* Loki: Why don't you think I'm a different person? *He looks at her seriously, seemingly almost on the verge of tears.*
*Gyatso does so as well, his emotions flooding back into his head. Fear, anger, suprise, remorse, hate... hate. Mostly at himself.* Gyatso: Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhh..... my head....