Okay even if you don’t like cod,
This soundtrack is pretty legit in the new trailer
They make trailers for different fish species? When do they do tuna?
Relations Between One and the Blade Rider
“…What the hell, dude?” He gives -1 an angry look and runs to go check on 17.
As he runs off to catch up with the flying being, he disappears into a flaming portal, one opening up to catch the airborn one as well, leaving his to his devices.
“The fuck? Well, then, I guess that little encounter is over.” He slows his pace to a walk, not needing to hurry anymore.
Oscar definitely wanted to see more of the guy with the big sword, he was cool.
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“Eh…I dunno, sound fun to you?” He turns to 17.
-1: Of course he think’s it’s alright~
And without any other words, he twirls him around, sending him flying in a random direction.
-1: I think he’s winning~
“…What the hell, dude?” He gives -1 an angry look and runs to go check on 17.
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“…He has a sword with an engine on it. Where’s the potential for competition?”
-1: A footrace. Two kilometers total. Alright?
“Eh…I dunno, sound fun to you?” He turns to 17.
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“This oughta be good. What’s up, asshole?”
He walked up and pushed him out of the way, hugging his brother in a clearly feigned manner of affection.
-1: How about this~ You two have a race~
17: … What’s this-
-1: Just a nice rice. One kilometer, and back. Alright?
“…He has a sword with an engine on it. Where’s the potential for competition?”
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Oscar watches the whole display with his jaw dropped, thoroughly impressed. When the event concludes, he applauds.
“Dude! That is awesome! Screw testing it, you could probably dodge bullets.”
He picks his weapon out of the ground. “And I believe it. You barely touched me with it and you almost tore my arm up bad! I really have to say, I’m impressed by your swordsmanship.”
17: *he nods* Just one of the greatest-
-1: You know what, I may have a good idea~ Wanna hear it?
“This oughta be good. What’s up, asshole?”
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Oscar lets out an impressed whistle. “And he’s calling you weak? Man, is he always a jerk like this?” He smirks at -1.
“Aw, is the tough guy losing his cool~?” He chuckles, returning the rude gesture. “Tell ya what, big guy,” the kid turns back to 17, “I wanna see how well you can dodge with that thing. You up for that?” Oscar holds a calm smile on his face as he plants his KeyBlade into the ground and leans on it.
He picks it back up, sticking it a good foot in the ground, leaning it forward.
17: You’ll be surprised.
The other would stay quiet from here on out. He thought of something interesting, and hid a smile from the world. Meanwhile, the rider fiddled with the handle, turning it to rev up the engines that soon popped out of the hilt. He placed one foot on the sword, the other kicking off. He sped forward, and made the engines roar once more. Speeding up, he kicked off, and flipped over the kid, landing and slicing the air, the ground, flipping once more to take the blade up again in his flip, revealing a thin fissure through where he cut the ground.
17: Better be careful, kid. My blade is one of the sharpest in the known universe.
Oscar watches the whole display with his jaw dropped, thoroughly impressed. When the event concludes, he applauds.
“Dude! That is awesome! Screw testing it, you could probably dodge bullets.”
He picks his weapon out of the ground. “And I believe it. You barely touched me with it and you almost tore my arm up bad! I really have to say, I’m impressed by your swordsmanship.”
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They turn to him, just staring. They had both found him annoying, but the blade rider couldn’t help but chuckle, calming down. This was bad for the negative. He needed chaos in the heart.
17: More than you can imagine.
To show it, he put the blade out, letting it fall with a hard thud. The snow on the ground visibly moved from under it, some parts revealing the dirt below.
17: Over two-hundred pounds.
-1: JUST GET ON WITH IT! I WANT YOU TO KILL EACH OTHER!
A bad response. He was losing his cool, and this wasn’t supposed to happen. He regained his composure, flicking them both off.
-1: Stare at me all you want. I don’t care.
Oscar lets out an impressed whistle. “And he’s calling you weak? Man, is he always a jerk like this?” He smirks at -1.
“Aw, is the tough guy losing his cool~?” He chuckles, returning the rude gesture. “Tell ya what, big guy,” the kid turns back to 17, “I wanna see how well you can dodge with that thing. You up for that?” Oscar holds a calm smile on his face as he plants his KeyBlade into the ground and leans on it.
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“Dude, wow, you are an asshat.”
Oscar turns back around. “But, hey, if you want to see what I can do, I’ll show ya.” In a flash of light, Oscar’s weapon appears in his left hand. A sleek black piece of metal with the vague appearance of a key. The blade sparks with green energy.
“Come at me, bro!”
-1: Cliche lines and an average weapon? I pity you~ I bet you can’t even last another second standing~
He sighed, canting his head.
-1: I bet I can beat you by merely just looking at you. But, just to make it fun, I’ll-
17: STOP!!
After this scene, he finally snapped out of it. He wasn’t weak, he wasn’t a coward. He was him. A blade rider.
17: … Have him face me. Then I will show you just how weak I am not.
Perfect. Just as he wanted. An annoyance would be exterminated, and he would have a bit of a show, too. And all because he wanted to taunt one.
-1: Fine, go ahead. *he waved it off* I don’t mind having someone die~
“Er…You sure? I don’t really have a beef with you.” He remains armed, but loses his fighting stance. “Not that I think you’re weak, ‘cause you’re obviously not, especially with that big ass thing. I mean, we can spar if you want, but, you know, don’t try to kill me. By the way, I really like your sword. Is it as heavy as it looks?”
At this point, Oscar is just chatting without expecting a response, as usual.
