Winds Blown Differently

"Ok then. Thought we could use the training room, but I think someone's in there." Blake said this as he began to head out the door.

<Oh my sweet merciless cream pie, the black-on-black! ...It could be worse, it could be pink-on-pink. I think if that happened, I wouldn't be able to feel my eyeballs...>

The ceiling broke, and Sora came crashing down through it, bed and all.

"What the heck is this, Sora?!" exclaimed Riku.

"...There were fleas in the closet..."

"Get outside!"

Sora hung his head, but obeyed the instructions, he and Riku both heading out the door to watch Blake and Rexial.

The two of them stood facing each other outside now, weapons drawn, ready to rock. "Hey! You wanna make the first move? May as well; I'll be taking all the moves after that, y'know."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E1vqHUMIlNw - Persona 4 Arena - Like the Dragon - Arranged Version

Minato smirked sarcastically, "Some men see thier weapons as an extension of their soul. I think I understand Blake a little more." He pulled Julie close, "So, would you like to know about his Arcana?" He smiled.

"Hmm?" Gregor checked Athez's pocket with a single tendril, "The man knows how to please." The parasite smiled as he withdrew a bottle of liquor.

"Gregor, no!" Filia feebly attempted to take the bottle from him but the bottle was well out of her reach.

<Well, Minato is still an asshole. But, he does still have the true Wild Card hidden somewhere deep inside.>

<Though he doesn't seem to be QUITE the d-bag show-off from the first few pages...I dunno, I still wanna have him shatter Riku's tolerance.>

"Don't get too cocky now, Rexial..." Blake lunged at the young man.
"Because you may be fast..."
He swung, faked out at the last second, and slid behind him.
"But I'm ready for the worst!" He swung at Rexial's back with the flat of Sashama.

Julie smiled. "Sure. After that, can we see the fight?"

Rexial expertly twirled the blade in his fingers, holding it backhanded to parry the strike without turning to face Blake. "Well, too bad for you, I'm not the worst." He spun clockwise in space, twice in an instant, the second spin creating a slightly wider slash zone than the first to push his opponent back.

At the end of this little maneuver, the swordsman was left facing Blake, blade held normally in his hand as he assumed a proper stance. "...I'm the best."

<Oh, don't worry. He's aware of his situation. The only reason he has it toned down is because there's a single female present. Even though the d-bagness does attract females, only to a certain degree, remember he's a womanizer first, asshole second.>

"Why not both?" Minato smirked cockily as he snapped his fingers creating a viewing window that show the fight in front of them, "Preistess Arcana magic. It can analyze stuff from other areas that I'm familiar with rather easily." He leaned back showing a card in his hand, "This is The Chariot. It's the Arcana of a man who takes action. It doesn't sit idle. Always doing, always acheiving." Minato explained.

"Badass." Julie giggles at Minato's impressive ability.
"So, the Chariot, huh... If the search I just did is right, Personae of the seventh Arcana excel in physical attacks."

<...if she has access to Google and it has information, why is she asking Minato for help?>

Riku yawned at Rexial's display. "I've seen better," he said, giving Sora a small nudge with his elbow.

"Yep." Minato nodded, "Physical attacks and electricity. The strongest Chariot Arcana I have access to is Thor, the god of thunder."

Meanwhile, Filia had failed to stop Samson from drinking the entire bottle of alcohol in one sitting and her cheeks had started to burn a bright crimson, "Oh... I don't feel so good..." She sat down on top of Athez and began poking him in the face," Wake... Up..." She slurred.

"Yeah, ya dumb broad! Wake up!" Samson yelled boisterously.

Gavin kicks the back door open Armstrong style, and casually walks in. "Ugh, I just hope they don't take so damn long with their meal. WhateveuuuuUGH. What in flying black baby Jesus molesters' names smells like alcohol?! God DAMMIT." Waving a hand in front of his nose, he closes the back door and makes his way to the living room.

Groaning under his breath, Athez forced his eyes open and tried to focus on the person poking him. After Filia came into focus, Athez gave a dazed grin. "Oh hey Chief. Nice to see you again. Whatcha doing?"

"Umm..." Filia put a finger to her lower lip, "Wait-waiting fur you ta wake up..." She slurred, "I w-want to know more... A-about my paasssttt." She then fell over on Athez pinning him to the floor.

"And they're passing the fuck out. Fantastic."

Athez let out a small huff of air as she fell down before smiling. "Well, you seem to hold Gregory's liquor just as well. That kinda outfit is new too. Looks better than those old sweats."

Filia giggled uncontrollably not moving from where she lay, "Why thank you..." She then mumbled something under her breath.

"Speak up, goddammit!" Samson yelled.

"C'mon, Riku, I was just making friendly banter, and that was the best retort that came to mind fast enough!" Rexial laughed, quickly hopping back to escape potentially being within Blake's attack range.

Athez smirked at her as he said quietly, "If you were trying to say that without me hearing, be a bit farther away next time. Thanks for the compliment though."

Having nothing better to do, Gavin sighs and walks up to the inebriated Filia. "So are you new here, or did you live here before with Minato and them?"

"Hey! Kid! I don't like your sass!" Samson shot at Gavin, Filia physically pulling on her own hair to stop him.

Filia clumsily got to her feet, stepping on Athez's stomach in the process, "Umm... no." She smiled goofily as she approached Gavin. Stumbling, she grabbed ahold of him to support herself, "Who're you... Erm, pretty boy?" She asked.

And I don't like your mass. Wait, that could have gone better. Whatever. "I'm Gavin, and I'm flattered that you compliment my looks. That didn't answer my question though."

"I said... No." Filia stood back pointing an accusatory finger at him," So, why doncha lissun better?" She complained.

Blake slammed to the ground, but sprung up in a second, swinging a kick at Rexial's knees.
"Touché. Touché. Both definitions, may I also add."

Gavin takes a mental step back and kicks himself. Why can't I... ugh, stop it. "Sorry. I, uh... I thought you were talking to the other guy."