06-22-2018, 03:08 AM
The matches began to round down, one by one changing from what could be described as enthralled anticipation for the results of each match, to a stifling dullness on waiting for everyone to finish. In the mean time Ricter was making sure all his herbs and what not were added into his weapon for later, the way his sword worked was more so like a storage device, when needed he called on a mix of herbs and other things to more or less heal certain ailments. So right now as the matches rounded out, finishing, he noticed a few fights where skills were used that might call for some kind of medical treatment, which made his fluffy tail wag.
Yet the most exciting match for him seemed to be Marisa’s, probably because he actually knew her, even if it was just in a minor way he wanted to see her do well. Plus the weasel was very mistaken by the matches and how they lined up, if Marisa won she would get to fight with him and that would be fun. Excitement sparking when her own Master Spark was used against someone else who seemed to have the same attack. They knew one another? Or had the same skills? Odd, maybe they shared something more personal than just skills or abilities but Marisa fought hard.
Unfortunately it seemed that the other team had a much better set of powers, able to rival Marisa and her partner before finally they would be knocked out of the arena. His excitement turned into a dull sensation of disappointment, not for her but for what could have been, drawing a frown on his fuzzy cheeks. Everyone in that fight took a beating, but instead of worrying about what his opponents would be like, or how they would probably end up fighting against both himself and Cell he more so worried about Marisa’s health. Luckily he was the best doctor around, or so he’d be proud enough to say.
When the contestants began to come into the hall, they, like everyone else, enjoyed being bombarded by the press. Even had had a reporter talk to him, sure he was in a small funk about his own mental issues, but in a way he was glad to talk to someone, even Cell. Which his help was greatly appreciated. So splitting off from his partner as the large green bio-android was more interested in possible opponents, Ricter seemed to wait for Marisa to come down the hall from the teleporters. Catching her talking to a reporter while giving a fairly cocky show about what to maybe expect later but always keeping a smile, a respectable thing worthy of praise.
“Is this all you drink, Marisa?” Ricter said from behind as the weasel seemed to pop a seat right next to her, offering the mage some space while also noticing that she had ditched her partner to the collective info hungry press. Being polite he noticed her attire was lightly tattered, probably form the hits she took on top of the battle that seemed violent but not as violent as someone being chain sawed almost in half.
Even Ricter was surprised he was able to heal something like that but managed it well enough. “Are you alright? You got pretty hurt in that scuffle you had.”
“Oh, hey! Yeah nothing like a bit of alcohol to soften up the pain, I’ll heal though. How about you though? Got patched up?”
“Um not really, I didn't get too banged up, I mean- I did but I healed myself. Plus my partner almost got cut in half, luckily I fixed it for them.” An innocent smile plastered don his face like this was fairly normal, at least in his point of view.
The spark of interest seemed to be in the air around the two, encouraging a question to be brought up. “You can other heal people? Not just yourself?”
“Mhm, if your still feeling pretty messed up I can show you?” Offering, he placed his leather covered sword on the wood that held the drinks, giving off a heavy thump but little did she probably know this was his tool for offering a less painful experience to his patients.
Anyone would probably ask why do this when still in a competition? To him this was all for fun, something to do in his off time but learn from it all as well, plus he always found it funny to show people how he healed them. Typically they would freak out, which was always a riot, though he gave her the option to say yes or no to his offer.
Yet the most exciting match for him seemed to be Marisa’s, probably because he actually knew her, even if it was just in a minor way he wanted to see her do well. Plus the weasel was very mistaken by the matches and how they lined up, if Marisa won she would get to fight with him and that would be fun. Excitement sparking when her own Master Spark was used against someone else who seemed to have the same attack. They knew one another? Or had the same skills? Odd, maybe they shared something more personal than just skills or abilities but Marisa fought hard.
Unfortunately it seemed that the other team had a much better set of powers, able to rival Marisa and her partner before finally they would be knocked out of the arena. His excitement turned into a dull sensation of disappointment, not for her but for what could have been, drawing a frown on his fuzzy cheeks. Everyone in that fight took a beating, but instead of worrying about what his opponents would be like, or how they would probably end up fighting against both himself and Cell he more so worried about Marisa’s health. Luckily he was the best doctor around, or so he’d be proud enough to say.
When the contestants began to come into the hall, they, like everyone else, enjoyed being bombarded by the press. Even had had a reporter talk to him, sure he was in a small funk about his own mental issues, but in a way he was glad to talk to someone, even Cell. Which his help was greatly appreciated. So splitting off from his partner as the large green bio-android was more interested in possible opponents, Ricter seemed to wait for Marisa to come down the hall from the teleporters. Catching her talking to a reporter while giving a fairly cocky show about what to maybe expect later but always keeping a smile, a respectable thing worthy of praise.
“Is this all you drink, Marisa?” Ricter said from behind as the weasel seemed to pop a seat right next to her, offering the mage some space while also noticing that she had ditched her partner to the collective info hungry press. Being polite he noticed her attire was lightly tattered, probably form the hits she took on top of the battle that seemed violent but not as violent as someone being chain sawed almost in half.
Even Ricter was surprised he was able to heal something like that but managed it well enough. “Are you alright? You got pretty hurt in that scuffle you had.”
“Oh, hey! Yeah nothing like a bit of alcohol to soften up the pain, I’ll heal though. How about you though? Got patched up?”
“Um not really, I didn't get too banged up, I mean- I did but I healed myself. Plus my partner almost got cut in half, luckily I fixed it for them.” An innocent smile plastered don his face like this was fairly normal, at least in his point of view.
The spark of interest seemed to be in the air around the two, encouraging a question to be brought up. “You can other heal people? Not just yourself?”
“Mhm, if your still feeling pretty messed up I can show you?” Offering, he placed his leather covered sword on the wood that held the drinks, giving off a heavy thump but little did she probably know this was his tool for offering a less painful experience to his patients.
Anyone would probably ask why do this when still in a competition? To him this was all for fun, something to do in his off time but learn from it all as well, plus he always found it funny to show people how he healed them. Typically they would freak out, which was always a riot, though he gave her the option to say yes or no to his offer.
Quote:Talking to Marisa