a little party never killed nobody, so we gon’ dance until we drop

[glampop]

WHO: Caesar Zeppeli (glampop) and that stupid clown (debauchewy)
WHERE: a patch of woodland outside of De Chima
WHEN: 3/16, afternoon
WHAT: a sparring session
WARNINGS: Hisoka. Fighting. Swearing. Clowns.

[Caesar said he should have an 'arena' for their spar by Sunday, he found the place on Saturday, and he doesn't shoot Hisoka a text until Monday is well under way. It's a simple message comprised of no apology for the delay, but the coordinates of where to meet, and then a suggestion that they do so around two in the afternoon. With that, the date was set, and Caesar could half-focus his attention on a short meeting with his modeling manager.

Quarter-focus.

One-sixth-focus.

He hasn't had a real match in months. Joseph's been more out and about than he has, and while exercise has kept him from losing the density of his muscles, Caesar can't help but feel lazy. With all the politics swirling around, this hero business has been a hassle. Going to photoshoots and otherwise training alone has been the easy course. No more. Not since Jojo took the time to yell at him over such selfishness.

So what if he's dead? He's breathing here. And now he has someone willing to make that breath go ragged. He wouldn't mind it. A real fight.

At one-thirty, he's in the meadow clearing of a wood region right outside of the De Chima suburbs. The early arrival isn't to earn himself a leg up on his competition-- he wants to make sure no one will show up and potentially be caught in the fray. In the past, he's used bystanders to serve a purpose in a battle, but he doesn't feel the need to humiliate this opponent. (Frankly, the guy's fashion sense does it for him.) This is strictly to be a test of skill.

He'll wait, and he'll do so patiently.]

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[glampop]

[The flexible bubble barrier stops a full-on crack, thank God, because the last thing Caesar needs right now is to hear his opponent start moaning. A second bounce occurs, but this one is softer, and gives no real room to swipe at him a third time.

The phrase everything hurts comes to mind. Caesar isn't sure there's a square inch on his body that isn't in some degree of pain. Anticipating being struck at, he'll guard his face and roll, fighting gravity and weakened flesh as he pushes himself out of the dirt crater. His outfit is a wreck. He coughs saliva with flecks of red.

Up again, staggered this time. Slow, because he wants to conserve energy in case Hisoka interrupts his ascent.

Caesar is already beat, but he has his pride and his tenacity. There's a darkness in his gaze. Resolution.

They'll stop only when someone admits defeat, was it?]

Where does your strength come from?

[debauchewy]

Where? [A laugh, kicking his leg a little, as if to straighten out his ankle from how heavy of a kick that was. With that, he'll move to step closer, his stride the same, hands on his hips.]

My self of course. Where else?

[glampop]

You were born with this?

[So, it has nothing to do with what he was granted upon his arrival? The man sure has the confidence for it to be innate.

Caesar finds himself taking a halfstep back before dropping down, defensive, gaze flicking up and down along Hisoka's form. What will he do next? Where will he aim?]

[debauchewy]

The potential to have this. Nothing great comes to those who don't work for it, hm?

[Stays still, turning to keep facing him, calm as a cucumber but with the hand dangling and not on his hip tense. Cords in his wrist tight, fingers curled.]

And you? What you can do, channel through you body. Ripple, correct? It's trained. You've also trained yourself to apply it to those bubbles with you attack with, though about that soap as well. Something you hold? Or did the Porter see to make that more convenient?

[glampop]

[Hisoka's intuition is almost as impressive as his power. Caesar almost takes the necessary second to gaze at his hands, wondering if the slickness of the bubble solution can be seen, but he catches himself. No, it's not a hard guess to make, and confirming it doesn't hurt him anymore than it helps.]

Yes, it did.

[Those words mean he's encountered other Ripple users. That would explain some of Hisoka's ability to thwart him.

A deep breath, evening himself out again before he leaps up. Ripple strums in his legs, helping him reach several feet over his own height as he unleashes a barrage of bubbles from above.]

[debauchewy]

[Well Ripple still alludes him to a degree, but he's learned to look at it is like a Transmuter's Nen. Ripple being more of an enhancement to it, a shift in it, Ripple is like electricity, like heat, light, but not light. Something from their world so it is broad. A powers with limitations only under the brief describing words. Like Josuke's ability to 'fix'. It simply meant just that, but then, everything that fell under that.]

Oooh~?

[Looks up, smiling bubbles. It's sad, he doubts he can actually catch such things so instead he'll just have to dodge. Swerving to the side fast.]

You're too slow, Caesar, can't you make them come at me any faster?

[Runs around, crouches, centering Nen in his feet and leaps. Leaps high above the other man only to come down on him, feet together, a spear head kick towards him to thrust the both of them down into the ground and into all those bubbles still shooting through the air.]

[glampop]

[The bubbles won't hurt Caesar if he recalls them in time, letting the power in each one fizzle out instantly as he slams down into them. They pop as harmlessly as the normal kind, which does very little to stop Caesar from hitting the ground with enough force for a rib to crack. He doesn't scream out of shock more than self-control, eyes open wide even as dirt flies into them.

On his front, he'll shove an elbow underneath himself, readying this time for the second hit. Hisoka didn't stop last time to let him have a chance to regain his feet, he doesn't expect him to this time, either.]

I can make them faster.

[He'll cough that out and see if it will slow his hand. Halt him from bringing this fight to a firm close.]

[debauchewy]

[Oh, interesting, so he can control them not to hurt him? Or perhaps they just don't inherently? He imagines the prior, Caesar doing it quick enough, though he wonders if he hadn't would he have gotten hurt?]

[A hop back, but yeah- only to come at him again, this time with a fist, striking hard, an aim to Caesar's either lower back or stomach, depending on if he turns around fast enough.]

[glampop]

[He flips, and it's Hisoka's first real mistake because Caesar's hurt enough he's no longer aiming to hold back. Hisoka isn't, anyway, and the fight is nearly over in minutes because of it. The bubbles he launches at him now aren't the same as the others. They aren't controlled, miniature bombs, they're discs and razor-sharp, spinning with incredible speed right at the man as he attacks. Bubble Cutter. An intense assault.]

[debauchewy]

[Coming at him and he's hit by the first, feels it's energy beat over him, his skin singing. Feels another and he quickly shields with his Nen. Sways, darts, moves away from them as they come for him but lifting his arms to block his face, covering them with Nen to protect them and adjusting it according to each blast.]

[It takes concentration, speed, skill, and power. Hisoka makes it look incredibly easy too, so Caesar might be a bit frustrated by that. But Hisoka's definitely respecting this attack.]

[A final leap back, far.]

Oooh, getting serious now, are we? Come on~ give me more of that. [A grin, eyes lighting up and he lifts a hand, swiping it towards himself and yanking Caesar from the strand of Bungee Gum connected to his chin.]

[glampop]

Ha-- I was never--

[He's about to say 'joking around,' provided nothing incredible happens to interrupt.

Ah, yeah, of course it does. Caesar stumbles, tripping over his own two feet as he feels an invisible force pulling him forward by his chin. He digs down with his heels, lowering his center of gravity to make the bulk of his body into an anchor. Another power of the clown's, or has his temper truly taken on a life of its own?]

I'll give you it happily.

[He claps his hands together and lets them open like a clam shell, spraying a stream of the impossible to control cutters in his opponent's direction.]