fighters don't live in peace

[leschath.livejournal.com]

[Milo appears, sitting on the Astral Plane. He is dressed in normal clothing, as in civilian clothing. It's a rather different look than what he usually bothers with, fitted pants with a long strap that's fastened to each pant leg at the knee and a tight t-shirt in a dark blue. His hair's tied loosely at the base of his neck and he looks...disturbed. Country life does not agree with him.]

Well, Athens is still around at least. [He rubs at his temples like he has a bad headache.]

How do normal people do this?

Comments

[leschath.livejournal.com]

The same joke twice isn't very interesting. [A slight shrug.]

Use your judgement. I'm just going to ask that you hold back killing intent. If I feel it from you I might respond in kind automatically.

[contract_star]

I wouldn't try to kill you.

[leschath.livejournal.com]

I'm not saying you would. But heat of the moment, survival instincts, it could get out of hand.

You should know I wouldn't try to kill you either.

For safety's sake.

[contract_star]

[Nods once.] No abilities, then. And no weapons.

How should we go about this?

[leschath.livejournal.com]

Here or somewhere else?

[contract_star]

Somewhere else, I think. Any suggestions.

[leschath.livejournal.com]

Wide open space, Antimilos or some old training facility in the Sanctuary.

[contract_star]

[Thinks Milo wants to avoid Sanctuary, so,] Antimilos? [Smirks.] Unless you don't want to bother the goats.

[leschath.livejournal.com]

The goats are used to it.

[contract_star]

Antimilos then. Tomorrow?

[leschath.livejournal.com]

Fine with me. Can you get there on your own?

[contract_star]

I think so. I haven't started cutting your world off yet; still debating it. And I remember where Antimilos is, in relation to Tokyo.