#team davy

"“‘I always met the Twin Sailors at the Striped Rocks. The youngest Twin Sailor is very good-tempered but the oldest Twin Sailor can look dreadfully fierce at times. I have my suspicions about that oldest Twin. I believe he’d be a pirate if he dared. There’s really something very mysterious about him. He swore once and I told him if he ever did it again he needn’t come ashore to talk to me because I’d promised grandmother I’d never associate with anybody that swore."

“But I’ll wash my face before I go courting,” protested Davy, trying to improve matters by rubbing the back of his hand over the smears. “And I’ll wash behind my ears too, without being told. I remembered to this morning, Marilla. I don’t forget half as often as I did. But . . .” and Davy sighed . . . “there’s so many corners about a fellow that it’s awful hard to remember them all. Well, if I can’t go to Miss Lavendar’s I’ll go over and see Mrs. Harrison. Mrs. Harrison’s an awful nice woman, I tell you. She keeps a jar of cookies in her pantry a-purpose for little boys, and she always gives me the scrapings out of a pan she’s mixed up a plum cake in. A good many plums stick to the sides, you see. Mr. Harrison was always a nice man, but he’s twice as nice since he got married over again. I guess getting married makes folks nicer. Why don’t you get married, Marilla? I want to know.”Marilla’s state of single blessedness had never been a sore point with her, so she answered amiably, with an exchange of significant looks with Anne, that she supposed it was because nobody would have her.“But maybe you never asked anybody to have you,” protested Davy.“Oh, Davy,” said Dora primly, shocked into speaking without being spoken to, “it’s the men that have to do the asking.”“I don’t know why they have to do it always,” grumbled Davy. “Seems to me everything’s put on the men in this world. Can I have some more pudding, Marilla?”“You’ve had as much as was good for you,” said Marilla; but she gave him a moderate second helping.“I wish people could live on pudding. Why can’t they, Marilla? I want to know.”“Because they’d soon get tired of it.”“I’d like to try that for myself,” said skeptical Davy. “But I guess it’s better to have pudding only on fish and company days than none at all. They never have any at Milty Boulter’s. Milty says when company comes his mother gives them cheese and cuts it herself . . . one little bit apiece and one over for manners.”“If Milty Boulter talks like that about his mother at least you needn’t repeat it,” said Marilla severely.“Bless my soul,” . . . Davy had picked this expression up from Mr. Harrison and used it with great gusto . . . “Milty meant it as a compelment. He’s awful proud of his mother, cause folks say she could scratch a living on a rock.”“I . . . I suppose them pesky hens are in my pansy bed again,” said Marilla, rising and going out hurriedly.The slandered hens were nowhere near the pansy bed and Marilla did not even glance at it. Instead, she sat down on the cellar hatch and laughed until she was ashamed of herself.

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“Currently Representing Beacon Natalie Smoke and Harbin D’aramitz. Uncategorized Destry D’aramitz and Pyro Allerdyce, Seems we have some siblings on the field, should be interesting” the announcer calls as Natalie sizes up her opponent. Pyro begins to fire from his machine gun at her- she dodges with her gymnast training. Harbin's  rapiers clash with Destry’s single rapier. Destry snarls at him with his ears flat against his head. "Seriously, how does Ozpin Not know these guys?!" Crevan wails as Destry trips Harbin under his feet. "I seriously don't know. We better ask him after the tournament," Stephanie bites her lip as Natalie backflips to the other end of the field. Already she is beginning to tire. "Natalie has to land a hit eventually," Bich states as Natalie deflects the bullets with her scythe. "These guys are stronger than the last two!" Isabelline exclaims. Natalie clashes with Pyro, who now has gauntlets. His fighting style is much more brash than Abigail's. "Seems like he's stronger than you," Ely nudges Abigail, who shoves it off. "Yeah, he's relying on his brute strength, rather than his agility," Harbin bolts to the end of the field with Destry firing at him. The younger boy's hat flies off, revealing his wolf ears twitching in fear. "No surprise there," Stephanie mutters to herself. Harbin slams against the wall, dragging his rapiers and out of breath. "It's only been 2 minutes and they're tired?!" "Yeah, they're tough!" Ely retorts Natalie deflects Pyro's attacks, struggling to get a hit. She lands one, but it does nothing. Pyro scratches at her face and kicks her to the dirt. "OI!" Stephanie yells as Natalie gets on all fours. Like Felicity before, she's exhausted: covered in blood, sweat and tears. She makes a swipe at Pyro's left shin, and uses the little time she has to get away to regain her strength. Harbin continues to lock blades with his brother. He manages to slash at destry's arm and kick him back slightly. "There we go!" Ely cheers. Pyro opens his mouth and out shoots a bright flame-like substance. "WHOA!" Everyone exclaims as Natalie ducks for cover. Isabelline sniffs the air. "That's got a dragon scent." "But he's not a Faunus. How did he do that?!" Abigail wails as Natalie gets a hit on Pyro's back. "No idea," Crevan grumbles. Harbin looks up at the sun, then at the ground again. He bolts to the wall of the arena and vanishes in the shadow. "Don't be a wuss, Harbie!!" Destry laughs Harbin comes out and runs straight for Destry, who swings his rapier at him and Harbin vanishes in a puff of smoke. “Oh this is new!” Destry calls out. Natalie ditches Pyro and places pressure on the shadows. She enlarges them in size, allowing Harbin more space. "That's the first sign of teamwork we've seen in the tournament today!" The loudspeaker announces. "Smart. Unlike Felicity and Marco, they're actually helping each other," Bích notes. “Well to be fair, Felicity and Marco had to take on giants compared to these two” Stephanie chimes “But isn’t the whole purpose to work with a teammate? That’s what Natalie and Harbin are doing,” Isabelline says. Destry and Pyro are getting frustrated, but the sun will shift again, therefore the shadows will move. Pyro aims his unusual breath at a shadow, and a hiss in pain alights from the ground. “Looks like they found him,” Crevan mutters as Destry stomps on the shadow. Harbin emerges in pain. Natalie clashes her scythe with Destry’s rapier. “Cute, you’re protecting him,” he snarls and grins. Natalie places pressure, but Destry is too strong. He uses his semblance and changes into his beast mode. “Well THAT was unexpected!” He made a slash at her, this sent her flying back. Harbin creates a shadow clone and they both dash for Destry who swings at one which dissipate, the real one manages to land a hit at his back. However, Destry swings around and slashes Harbin across the face. “OOWWW!!” “Holy SHIT, DUDE!” Harbin' scroll beeps as his aura plummets into the red. “Well, That does not look good” Felicity moans, joining the group “Sis, How you doin?” Abigail asks “A little sore but it’s amazing how fast Aura helps with the healing process” "Are they struggling?" "Looks like it, Harbins out now. It's up to Natalie to do some damage. I don't think they're going to win," Stephanie informs everyone. "They gained some points for working together, though," Crevan points to the board. "At least they got that aspect right." Natalie swipes and slashes between both Destry and Pyro. The two gang up on her and swipe back. She tires from constantly deflecting everything, but eventually, Pyro grabs her hand with the scythe in it. Natalie looks up, terrifying as Pyro sneers. He slugs her straight in the gut, which sends her flying back- she smacks into the wall and crumples in a heap on the ground. Her scrolls beeps as her aura hits the red. “TIME: The winners are Destry and Pyro.” “Oh no,” Felicity sighs and groans in pain, but Abigail puts a hand on Felicity’s shoulder. “Seriously, it’s okay. Natalie even told Harbin that their chances were slim. They put up a good fight, and we’re all still confused at how Destry’s even here.” “I...I don’t understand, how could they lose?” “Obviously Destry is more advanced in his skills,” Ely states as the paramedics go onto the field to help Harbin and Natalie back to the infirmary. “Will the next pair for the tournament please go to the locker room, the next tournament will begin in 10 minutes.” “Looks like that’s our cue,” Bích stands up with Isabelline. Abigail and Ely also stand up. “See you out there!”

Team Davy kicking ass and correcting names.