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Update of fav.me/d6tsusa

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*As he opened the doors and stepped inside, Edgar felt the airs of work and and familiarity greet his senses. Though it had been considerable time since he came to this gym, he still remembered the smell of leather, sweat, and air* As he mused over past memories, something caught his attention: it was someone jumping rope in one of the open areas of the room. A new face, Edgar thought, but as he approached, he saw that this trainee looked a bit older than himself, but the strange thing was the gold-looking laurel crown nestled in his hair, and what looked to be a pair of white wings.*

A few minutes later, the winged trainee stopped to catch his breath, when he saw that he was not alone.

Pit: Oh, can I help you?

Edgar: Maybe .. *ahem*

Pit: Um, why are you looking at ... oh.. it must be these.. *Pit gestures to his wings*

Edgar: Oh, forgive me for that. It's been so long... I did used to train here.

Pit: THe name's Pit.

Edgar: Edgar Voldge, at your service.

Pit: Hm... used to train here? I as wondering if there were any other regulars here.

Edgar: Far as I know, there was only one- he had spiky hair, a mark on his left cheek, wore a grey and white headband.

Pit: You must mean Scythe, then?

Edgar: Yes... *looks around,* He isn't here, is he?

Pit: Nope, he went out for roadwork, a while ago.

Edgar: Oh, good. I was hoping to get a little warmed up before he came back.

Pit: Warmed up, huh? *an idea comes to him* I could help you with that, if you want?

Edgar: In what way?

Pit: *points to the ring behind him* Sparring, of course. You feel like going a few rounds?

Edgar: *thinks for a bit* Yes, that sounds like a good idea, let me go change for a bit.. *heads off to the locker room*

Pit: *thinking* This could be fun, I can see how fare I've come... though I don't know about him...

A short while later, Edgar emerges from teh locker room, changed in to a pair of white trunks with blakc stripe trim. A pair of orange gloves under one arm. Pit was waiting in the ring, , his own red and gold gloves on.*

Edgar: It's been a while since I've done this, I hope I'm not too rusty..

Pit: DOn't worry about it, I'll put you thorugh your paces... but I hope you odn't go down so easily *thinking* Heh, I might knock him down a couple of times- have some fun with him..

Edgar: *thinking* He seems confident... too much, it seems... *puts own his own gloves* *speaking* Okay, I'm ready when you are..

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I ended up adding some minor details, mostly with Pit- a little more hair. It took a bit of work to colro this, but for some reason, writing in the descriptoin is taking longer than usual- almost to a crawl.. ><
Despite that, however, the first round is ready to begin, but how will it go: Will Pit have an eas, or does Edgar have something up his sleeve?

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Pit belongs to Nintendo,
Edgar Voldge belongs to me?

Description
Update of fav.me/d6tsusa

________

*As he opened the doors and stepped inside, Edgar felt the airs of work and and familiarity greet his senses. Though it had been considerable time since he came to this gym, he still remembered the smell of leather, sweat, and air* As he mused over past memories, something caught his attention: it was someone jumping rope in one of the open areas of the room. A new face, Edgar thought, but as he approached, he saw that this trainee looked a bit older than himself, but the strange thing was the gold-looking laurel crown nestled in his hair, and what looked to be a pair of white wings.*

A few minutes later, the winged trainee stopped to catch his breath, when he saw that he was not alone.

Pit: Oh, can I help you?

Edgar: Maybe .. *ahem*

Pit: Um, why are you looking at ... oh.. it must be these.. *Pit gestures to his wings*

Edgar: Oh, forgive me for that. It's been so long... I did used to train here.

Pit: THe name's Pit.

Edgar: Edgar Voldge, at your service.

Pit: Hm... used to train here? I as wondering if there were any other regulars here.

Edgar: Far as I know, there was only one- he had spiky hair, a mark on his left cheek, wore a grey and white headband.

Pit: You must mean Scythe, then?

Edgar: Yes... *looks around,* He isn't here, is he?

Pit: Nope, he went out for roadwork, a while ago.

Edgar: Oh, good. I was hoping to get a little warmed up before he came back.

Pit: Warmed up, huh? *an idea comes to him* I could help you with that, if you want?

Edgar: In what way?

Pit: *points to the ring behind him* Sparring, of course. You feel like going a few rounds?

Edgar: *thinks for a bit* Yes, that sounds like a good idea, let me go change for a bit.. *heads off to the locker room*

Pit: *thinking* This could be fun, I can see how fare I've come... though I don't know about him...

A short while later, Edgar emerges from teh locker room, changed in to a pair of white trunks with blakc stripe trim. A pair of orange gloves under one arm. Pit was waiting in the ring, , his own red and gold gloves on.*

Edgar: It's been a while since I've done this, I hope I'm not too rusty..

Pit: DOn't worry about it, I'll put you thorugh your paces... but I hope you odn't go down so easily *thinking* Heh, I might knock him down a couple of times- have some fun with him..

Edgar: *thinking* He seems confident... too much, it seems... *puts own his own gloves* *speaking* Okay, I'm ready when you are..

_____
I ended up adding some minor details, mostly with Pit- a little more hair. It took a bit of work to colro this, but for some reason, writing in the descriptoin is taking longer than usual- almost to a crawl.. ><
Despite that, however, the first round is ready to begin, but how will it go: Will Pit have an eas, or does Edgar have something up his sleeve?

____
Pit belongs to Nintendo,
Edgar Voldge belongs to me?