[TOY] Plaything

[skinstealer]

You take a look over at Tim and Roulette facing off before starting down the pyramid- if Devo wasn't gonna move, you were gonna go to him.

Tim, in the meantime, takes a careful stance, readying his sword.

TIMOTHY: Any reason you're letting me take a swing?
ROULETTE: . . .
ROULETTE: ...Would you prefer I swing first?
TIMOTHY: Nope!
 

He swings the sword, going for the bot's side.
There is seemingly an attempt at a dodge as Roulette moves back,
but the sword makes contact anyway,
as Roulette slips off the bridge and into the water-simulating foam.



A whistle blows moments later.

Everyone in the arena looks over, Devo needing to peer through one of the doorways to see them.

ORTHO: This is a training session, people.
ORTHO: You want outta this training, Roulette?
ROULETTE: ...Sorry?
ORTHO: Are you wantin' to leave?
ROULETTE: . . .
ROULETTE: ...I'm fine here.
ORTHO: Then no more purposefully takin' hits, alright?
 

The bot's lens opens a little wider.

ORTHO: If you want out then tell me you want out.
ORTHO: Otherwise, my job is to help you all get better at fightin' in here so you got a better chance fightin' out there.
ORTHO: Can't do that if you're not givin' it your all. I need to see how you fight.
ORTHO: And that goes for the lot of you. Fight as best you can, just as long as you're not hurtin' each other.
ORTHO: Sound good, everybody?
DEVO: Cmon Roulette, Tim can take it!
TIMOTHY: HEY-
DEVO: You can! I believe in you!
TIMOTHY: W-well...I mean- I'll give it my best!
POLKA DOT: You got it, coach.
DEVO: Don't expect much out of me, but I'll try my best.
ORTHO: Careful with puttin' yourself down, too.
ORTHO: I'm sure you got more in you than ya think.
 

Devo leans through the doorway with an unimpressed look.

DEVO: We'll see.
ORTHO: I saw plenty just earlier, in our training.
ORTHO: Don't let your nerves get to ya.
 

The coach focuses back on the pair at the bridge.

ORTHO: Now, before we resume:
ORTHO: Tim, you want that point refunded, since Roulette took the hit?
ORTHO: Or you wanna keep it?
ORTHO: Choice is yours; not a trick question.

Roulette sinks slightly deeper into the foam, as if trying to hide.

TIMOTHY: Yeah... I'll refund that.
TIMOTHY: Sorry Roulette, but we have to take this seriously.
 

Devo slinks back into the building at the mention of training- and seeing you approach.

ORTHO: Got it. Everyone's still at nil, then.
ORTHO: Alright, get goin'!
 

Another blow of the whistle.



Roulette makes quick work of climbing back up onto solid ground to the southwest, as far from Tim as it can manage.

You bring your focus in front of you- you've reached the building's entrance.

Devo is pressed to the far corner wall, knife at the ready.

You can't quite make out the expression on his face from here.