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Who: Pit. Open.
Where: Capricorn. (His headmate is not happy.)
Summary: Pit takes out his aggression on random monsters during the 13th Hour.
Warnings: RAAAR and I'M GONNA KEEL U

Pit's in a bad mood. That's why he's out in Capricorn during the 13th Hour with a bow he's using to beat up monsters with, at close range--when he isn't summoning Perseus to do that for him. Pit's pretty agile, but he can't take on a bunch of monsters on his own. Well, not without his persona. He's not thinking about back-up in the form of a sparring partner, 'cause it's whenever he thinks about other people that he starts hitting monsters the hardest.

You'd think he'd be happier to see familiar faces from home!

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He shoots Pit a skeptical look.

"Oh, so you got bored and decided to tussle with some creatures. Alright, Xena, if you say so."

He pulls the angel blade out of his pocket, twirling it in his fingers a bit.

"Want some help? Or would you prefer the term company?"

"...I'd prefer company."

"Company it is." He took the blade in his hand the way it was supposed to be held and stabbed a monster with it. Fighting wasn't really his thing these days, but it was easy enough to fall back into old habits. Really old habits.

"You want to talk about what's bothering you?" Because he's an Older Brother and a bit of an info-modder, consequently, a pain in the ass.

"People from home," he says, picking off a monster from a distance.

At last he uses the bow the way it was meant to be used!

"Ahhh." He takes out a few...on occasion.

Why mess with Pit's fun?

"People you don't get along with?"

"They aren't my enemies, but they sure do pick on me a lot."

"Huh. They're not your brothers, are they? Either way, if they annoy you, you should just ignore them. Dicks will be dicks and sometimes you either have to knock them down a peg or walk away."

"Not... Umm, one of them is a goddess, and the other one's... He's sort of like... Actually, he's my clone."

"Well, goddesses can definitely be dicks. What's up with the clone thing?" That's new. Mostly.

"It's kinda complicated," he says, kicking one monster away with a sandaled foot before shooting it with one of his arrows. (His arrows certainly are strange, considering that he's not carrying a quiver.

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"Hey, I'm not exactly busy. Buuut if you're not comfortable sharing with the class, that's okay too. I'm not interested in getting you to spill your guts if you don't want to. That's what these guys are for!"

And he slices one of the monsters up as though to prove his point.

"Man, I gotta work out more, I'm getting tired." Sort of. More in the 'doing more work than he wanted to' category than actually being tired.

"It's not that I'm uncomfortable, it's just that it's really weird."

He pauses to take care of some more monsters, which gives him time to think of how to best phrase how is clone formed.

"See, in my world, there was this thing called the Mirror of Truth. It made a copy of whatever was reflected within it. I had to destroy the Mirror of Truth to stop the Underworld Army from creating more troops; but as I was in the process of destroying it, my clone came out. That's Dark Pit."

"So...he's mirrorverse!you. Like, the opposite-Pit."

"Kind of. The Mirror broke before the copy was complete, so Dark Pit's really his own guy. Like really really his own guy."

"How different are we talking? Does he look like you?" He didn't really want to trip over this guy without noticing him...although, if he had wings like Pit did...

"He is literally a palette swap of me. His color scheme's based off one of my alternate palettes in Super Smash Bros Brawl."

He gives a whistle. "Oh, I am sorry. There are some much better games I can think of." How unfortunate for you, Pit.

"...what?"

what did you just say

Eyebrow raise..."What? It's hardly the pinnacle of fighting games. More like a total flop. The Twilight of video games."

"Um, no. They're totally awesome, not to mention, if it weren't for Brawl, I wouldn't be here right now!"

Seriously, who'd want to play an 8-bit angel who falls into bottomless pits all the time?

He just shrugs, far too lazy to continue an argument he was only slightly invested in. "Hey, whatever you say, kid, you're the one who plays it, not me."

"I don't just play it! I'm in it!"

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