Office Hours, Wednesday, 8/5

[tyler_gone]

Tyler wasn't normally in his office on Wednesdays, but this wasn't exactly a normal week.

He'd lost time. Flickered out like a light in the middle of a conversation with Tony, watched for a couple minutes, then either gone home and gone to bed (which he ... sort of vaguely remembered, in a 'power of suggestion' way) or gone to Caritas and acted like beer alone would keep him alive (which he didn't remember at all). The taste in his mouth suggested it was the second one.

Thanks, Evil Twin. He slammed back a couple aspirin, brewed a large pot of coffee and tried to focus on his class proposal for the next semester.

[OOC: Open office, sure!]

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[tyler_gone]

"You don't wanna be the one standing there looking stupid when real shit happens," Tyler said. "I respect that. And if you get a little cut up doing it, you heal."

He eyed the bruise carefully. "So, did you feel better after your last match?"

[puppy_fair]

Zack lifted a hand to idly prod at his cheek.

"This? Was probably the best wake-up call I could have asked for. I mean, I woke up to the invitation to this fight. Arthur is always a good opponent, too. He's not super-strong or anything, but he analyzes when he fights. I... don't so much. I'm working on that." He grinned. "There are some bigger, nastier bruises under my shirt. And he got my nose to bleed again. It was a good match."

[tyler_gone]

"It's been a while since Arthur got an assigned match," Tyler observed. "We probably owe him one."

And that was something to keep in mind for Sunday.

"But it's good to know strengths and weaknesses," he added. "Me, I'm never going to overpower with muscle, but I can keep going a long time and don't mind if I get hurt. I always end up bleeding if I really get into it, anyhow."

[puppy_fair]

"And me, I'm... stronger than a lot of the students my age," Zack shared. "And I can take a beating. That's part of the job, too. If you have a problem with getting hurt, then throwing yourself into a spar probably isn't really a good idea in the first place."

Duh, Zack.

"I try not to put all of my muscle into matches at Fight Club unless I know that the people there can take it, though. I'm not in it to take people down, I just like the action."

There was a note in his voice that suggested that if he were in it to take people down, most of them probably wouldn't be getting up again.

[tyler_gone]

"Thanks for holding back," Tyler said sincerely. "We've only sent two people to the clinic ever. I like keeping those stats up."

[puppy_fair]

"They're good stats to have," Zack agreed. "I've got some healing items that I could bring with me in case someone gets hurt again, if you'd like. A potion may or may not heal someone completely, but if nothing else, it'll keep them long enough to get them to the clinic."

Which wasn't a way of suggesting that it'd be awesome if he was allowed to pummel people into the floor, no. It was him actually offering some potions in case people got stupid and didn't know when to quit.

[tyler_gone]

"Not a bad idea," Tyler noted. "We have a healer, Ronan, but he's going to have to be off the island soon. A little more firepower couldn't hurt."

[puppy_fair]

Oh, awesome. Zack grinned a little, resisting the urge to bounce on his toes at that.

"Well, then I'll come in with a bunch of them this Sunday, maybe. They're really easy for me to get my hands on, after all. The company sells them to us, back home, so I could order just shy of a hundred and have them overnight!"

Yay!