Divergence discussion

(Roleplay here. I may add specific settings as well.)

((Are there no characters roleplaying here? D:))

Ryder tossed a knife lazily at a target. He was bored out of his mind and looking for somebody to converse with. Another knife hit the target perfectly center, even after Ryder had looked away.

Just then fiend walked into the room and said "i can do better" picked up a knife and threw it at Ryders knife and split it in two. then took a pistol and shot 1 time getting a perfect shot and both knives clattered to the ground.

Ryder glared at him, "I wasn't really trying." His stare was aggressive, he hated showoffs. "Besides, I don't feel the need to prove myself. I know I can throw well, no need to flaunt it." He growled back.

"Ok race you my fear lanscape vs. yours"

"Oh wait i don't have one"

Ryder rolls his eyes, "Yes you do. I can tell you one of your fears, right now." He stares at him challengingly, knowing he's right.

"ok" fiend said "we'll see"

"inject me here i have one in my pocket"

Ryder turns and sticks the back of his neck.

(( i said me ))

(( also i am in control of the serum it works))

((I mean your when i say him.))

Fiend keeps talking "i told you, if you want to test it i have three more"

Ryder glares at him. "You're afraid I would beat you."

"no because i do not fear defeat, name your challenge"

fiend pulls an iron bar out of his back pack and bends it into a triangle.

Ryder covks his head thinking, 'What an idiot he's just proving my point further.' He watches him in annoyance. "I'll take you on in Sonething that requires intellect. Your a fool if your completely unafraid of anything."

watch it i am part eruditute

((gtg))

"Not anymore." Ryder told him. He snorted, ovbiously this guy was a cocky idiot.

"Ok inject this into me it is the faction picking serum" ((pretend he got that name right))

"Tratior." Ryder mumbled as he watched Fiend ((yes?)) prove himself right. He narrowed his eyes and watched him.

fiend threw a single knife and sliced the pants of Ryder "see you later, oh and I made those serums myself ((only those ones he had with him))"

Ryder cusses, a nice slit in the thigh of his pants. He waits until Fiend turns, then tosses a knife next to his head near the door. "Watch you back."

Fiend smiles, "you should get to the gym" and walks out of the room.

Ryder raises his eyesbrows, wondering what he means. He knew he had a small frame and this idiot was probably referring to that.

((no he meant he didn't get hurt and you should be able to punch better))((oh you changed it he has survived worse throws

((I edited, check it.))

Ryder sighs when another person comes in. The last one had been such a downer.

Ryder rolls his eyes and picks up two he tosses then, both knives sticking. Then he walks up to the target and grabs them, pocketing one.

Jordan stepped into the weapon's room, eying her fellow faction members as they dismantled and reassembled guns, others throwing knives at targets stationed at the other end of the wall.
"Time to make an impression," she thought and stalked towards the targets.

Jordan inspected each blade, choosing one that was light in wait, but deadly in accuracy. She crossed the room until her back nearly hit the opposite wall, and threw the only weapon she was capable of handling.
The blade sliced through the air and hit the target in its heart.

Jordan turned, not realizing she was being watched, but not denying that she was satisfied she'd made an impression. "Thanks. They're the only weapon I'm good with."

Jordan nodded in approval. "Nice," she said. Jordan chose a second blade and switched hands. The blade impaled the target dead-center. "I'm ambidextrous."

She smiled. "Can't get 'em all," Jordan said with a smile. She didn't want to sound pompous. After all, this girl looked as if she could handle other weapons as well whereas Jordan couldn't even manage to shoot her own foot if you placed a gun in her hand.

"I am now if it means we can do something else," she said hopefully.

Jordan replaced her blade on the table stationed between two guys who glared at her. She silently noted to keep away from Dauntless boys. After all, they were nothing like the Candor she was raised with.
Jordan followed the girl out.

Ryder walked out, crashing into the pair of girls as he had his headphones in and was lost in another world.

Ryder put his hands up in apology, yanking out an earbud. "Sorry."

"Doesn't that hurt?" Jordan asked, the image of a needle pinpricking her flesh flashing in her mind.

"I guess, but I seriously don't know what I should get it of, I never hard one!" Jordan looked kind of worried.

Adrianna walked around, her sniper slung over her shoulder.

Ryder walked away, wandering aimlessly.

She's looking for something to shoot.

"Aw, nothin much." Ryder says, popping out an earphone so he can hear her.

She gets bored and feels like making friends. She walks up to Ryder and Maggie. "Hey."

"Thanks." Ryder told her. He smiled slightly, turning to talk to her better. But he's unsure of what to say. Ryder puts a gloved hand with the fingers of the fabric cut off into his pocket. He mutters, "Hey " to the new arrival.

"Sure." Ryder agrees, making to follow her. He wasn't always a big talker and he was painfully away for the slit in the thigh of his jeans, not to mention the exposed scars on his arms. He wants to do something though, so he let's himself smile a little bit and keep walking with them.