#waywardtactical

[go-garnet]

@waywardtactical

ive got my eyes on you

[robottattooartist]

Dirk and Jasper: Vibe

Neither John nor Steven were big into fighting. It was understandable, but unfortunate for the likes of Dirk or Jasper. Dirk would never stop fighting. He would throw himself against opponent after opponent until he was certain he could survive them all. He would hone his skills sharper and sharper until no shield could stop his sword. He didn’t know a lot about Jasper (except what he knew of the show, but let’s not dive into meta knowledge) but he knew she was strong, stronger than most, and definitely worth measuring oneself against.

He stood in the field John told him they would be fighting, giving his swords a few test swings, Cal slumped against a nearby rock. He peered at the sky through his shades, taking notes of any clouds and the light. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was excited. It’d been a while since he’d had a Real fight.

[gr33nspeak]

a shimmering flicker, the briefest mote of light, would be all to betray as a fluffy maine coon phased into the space beneath steven’s porch.

familiar olive green eyes pierced the darkness, sharp ears flicked, as she searched for a hiding spot with which to observe.