aerialassault | 001 [audio/action] backdated to the 18th

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--at's it. I'm gonna pulverize--

[The words, made audible through an accidental feed on the journal that Cliff threw aside, were cut off by the crack of splintering wood as his fist slammed into it at full throttle. Cliff had finally awoken from his shift-induced dream, and he was pissed. It was just unfortunate that the first person he saw that morning had to be the target for his frustration at the Malnosso.

He was going to crush their captors...after he crushed Albel Nox.

It wasn't going to be pretty.]

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Sorry 'bout the mess this morning. Technical difficulties. Won't happen again.

Now. What the hell was that last week? A shift? That's one helluva-- [He stopped and took a deep, calming breath.] Don't tell me that happens all the time.

I'm more than game if anyone wants to work off some stress. See ya at the Barracks. Or the Dome. I dunno.

Cliff Fittir. Over and out.

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[True to his word, Cliff could be found at both the Barracks and the Battle Dome at various points throughout the day, as he restlessly wandered between the two facilities because neither actually fit his needs for the moment. A good spar was what he had in mind, although he wouldn't say no to company with someone that didn't know him and was actually sane.

Don't worry. He'll be cool.]

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[Cliff scratched his head thoughtfully as he considered this girl's words. There was a point there, and a damn good one, but there was something else...]

Ya know, Albel? I don't think she gets it.

[There would probably be a point in all that if it weren't for the fact that this isn't so much a fight with a purpose as it is a grudge match. They're fighting because they're in one another's vicinity. Among other things, of course, but Albel can't just let Cliff exist in his general vicinity without challenging him for it. It's kind of what they've been doing ever since they first laid eyes on each other.

And so Albel gives an eyeroll and shrugs his good shoulder to confirm Cliff's opinion. For once, they can agree.]

Listen, woman. We have no intention of destroying your precious buildings or the villagers. That would be sloppy. But there is no ignoring. There will be no walking away.

[His grin was slow and lazy, like that of a man after a good day on the surf...or a confident brawler. Their fight was nothing more than the standard, and they both knew on some level that they wouldn't die. They were assets on the field that were too valuable to break, if the war between Aeriglyph and Aquaria proved anything.

Not that it would stop them from trying.

Cliff cracked his knuckles and decided to ignore the girl. Their point was made...and time out was over.]

Hey. Grumpy. Heads up!

[He took the lead again, attempting to completely bypass the girl and deliver a punch to his supposed 'rival'.]

[Albel was wondering how long Cliff would be able to stand still. It doesn't surprise him much that it isn't long. Albel ducks neatly underneath the punch and comes back up, claw swinging. Cliff is a little too close to draw the Crimson Scourge without disemboweling him... which would ruin half the fun.

But, true to their word, Albel does hop back to lure Cliff to the stairs. Time to go outside. And then try to destroy each other.

Sorry, Daisy, the moment has passed.]

[The moment had passed indeed. But all this fighting had probably woken everyone within hearing distance, and Fayt?

Fayt was one of those people they had rather rudely awaken. Just a bit on the grouchy side and fully aware of what probably awaited him outside the front door of the apartment, he decides to grab his sword on the way out.... just in case there was need to break them up with more then words.

Just as the fighting starts up again, there's a teenage boy with rather ruffled bedhead standing in the door, looking very much like he just threw his clothes on, and giving the brawling duo an acidic look. All in all, it's probably a somewhat comical sight... well, if you were discounting the sword.] What the heck are you two doing?!

[Not like he didn't already know, but come on.]

[Cliff brings himself to a halt at the sound of Fayt's voice...barely. The mere thought of punching that grin off of Albel's face was as tantaizing a draw as it had been in Kirlsa, and continued to be, but that rivalry was lower on the list of priorities for him. But, it wasn't low enough for him to give up on it that easily.

Instead of immediately diving into a charge, he flashed Fayt a grin.]

Morning!

[--explanations and complaints would come later. This wasn't true bloodlust any longer, but a continuation of the little dance that they always found themselves in.]

[Albel paused as well, shooting a look of equal irritation back at Fayt. Yes, he respected the boy enough not to keep fighting right away, but Albel wasn't terribly amused with all of these interruptions.]

I would think it would be obvious.

[He had a sword in his hand and Cliff had his fists up. There wasn't all that much left to the imagination.]

Of course it's obvious. I wouldn't be surprised if you woke the whole building trying to bash each other's brains out. [Eh. At least it looked like they both weren't as bad off as he thought they would be.... then again, who knew how long they had been fighting. Maybe they had already blown off some steam.]

You guys do realize you can put that frustration to better use, right?

Oh?

[Although the little skirmish had helped him cool off, it still wasn't near enough. There was a score to settle between the two of them...and, beside that, neither of them would really kill eachother.

They'd be out a good sparring partner.]

D'ya got any ideas about what, then?

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