[Open to Fighters] Settling In!

[totallysane]

Who: Anyone in the Fighter's Guild!
What: Settling into their posh new home!
When: The first week or so?
Where: The super-lavish Fighter's Guild Bunk Rooms!
Rating: PG-13 for various rough language and behavior, maybe?

((OOC: Feel free to tag around and tag each other, I just figured since I was putting one up for Mikado to meet his bunkmate, I'd make it open to anyone living here.))

The housing in the Fighter's Guild isn't exactly the most extravagant. In fact, there's pretty much nothing but the bunks in the rooms, and bathroom facilities are shared. There are eight bunks to a room, so it's definitely going to be a busy place.

A very small-feeling Ryuugamine Mikado is standing in the middle of the room, looking like he's lost, holding onto the strap of his school bag a little too tightly. He's managed to talk his way into the fighter's guild in the first place out of sheer stubbornness, but actually fitting in here is another matter. It doesn't help any that he's already banged up and wearing several bandages around his person, ones he needs to redo soon since they're been in place since before arriving in this world.

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[prideinbattle]

They had much better facilities for licensed captains like herself back home. And how she longs for them. She's starting to wonder if she should have picked a different guild. That feeling only intensifies when she hears a familiar voice as the apparent source of that startling noise. She has to poke her head out to see who it is. Wet hair matted down, she can hardly be distinguished from her twin until she opens her mouth.

"Just like the rest of this crappy place." So this is who she has to work with.

[warmonger]

A girl? He was not expecting that, but the voice is feminine enough as is her face, so he must not be mistaken. Unfortunately, he's not as familiar with her personally. Oh, well though, she'd have to get used to sharing this joint with him and the rest of the guys here sometime. Might as well start now. If there are no special proceeds to be had, he doesn't care much if he's spending his time in a worn down place like this, so long as he has something to do.

"Cold, huh?" he shoots back. "I didn't know there were women in this guild. Hope you're not too high maintenance."

[prideinbattle]

A hand reached out for a towel on the nearby track. It was indeed cold and she was officially done with this. She'd get used to it.

"There are now. I hope that's not going to be too distracting for you." She grinned. It wouldn't bother her spilling with a bunch of men. Things weren't much different back home.