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- * Jack and Scrae have found their way to the site of tonight's fight,
- deep in the Degradi
- <Jack> *Degradi Warrens. Jack is in his black armor and Scrae seems to
- be wearing clothes that match what most of the locals have. They
- both move through the crowd of people gathering for the fight and
- look around for something.
- <BunnehWyld> * Of course, sometimes you find something, and sometimes
- something finds you. Today's something comes in the form of a
- shirtless catboy with green hair, wandering through the crowd with a
- backpack and a confident grin... *
- * MontyProton chats with a few people as he wanders the crowd,
- eventually getting closer to Jack and Scrae, and nodding to them.
- "Evening, gentlemen! How's it going tonight?"
- <Jack> *Scrae notices the shirtless boy immediately. He puts a hand on
- Jack's elbow and grins at Monty. "Good evening. Aren't you a
- friendly young man? I don't know how things are going yet, but I
- expect they could go very well."
- * Entropi is some distance off, running his stand. He stands out. Two
- meters tall, with a thin, spider-like build, in an elaborate three
- piece suit of red and black. He has neatly trimmed black hair,
- groomed and trimmed black eyebrows, and an exquisitely manscaped
- goatee. He's almost out of place, but appears to be expertly handling
- several things at once.
- * thePainter has quit IRC (Quit: Leaving.)
- * Jack notices the well-groomed man. "Scrae, whoring can come later. We
- have business to do here, and that may be the man we're looking for
- there."
- * MontyProton grins back, bowing slightly. "I try to be! Though not
- quite THAT kind of friendly... honestly, you give people a smile and
- they grab for your shirt. Now, I understand you've got business from
- what you mentioned, but are you SURE you don't need a snack before
- it? Always good to be at your best, you know..."
- * Diggy has quit IRC (Client Quit)
- * Diggy has joined #tuesdayic1
- <Jack> "Can I snack on you?" Scrae asks. Jack rolls his eyes and
- starts towards Entropi.
- <MontyProton> "I'm afraid I really couldn't. I bet I could find
- something you'd enjoy, though, truly..."
- * Diggy is now known as thePainter
- <Jack> "I have to keep an eye on my brother. But, come, tell me what
- else you have to offer," Scrae says, hooking his arm around Monty's
- without asking and trying to bring the catboy with them. Jack
- approaches Entropi, trying to catch the man's eye.
- * Euryth` is present, mostly out of curiosity. She'd heard there were
- things secreted away in the warrens.. but this was her first time
- ever actually attending an event down there. While bloodsport wasn't
- quite her thing, she wasn't exactly morally opposed to it either. She
- pondered if she had enough to make a wager.
- * Entropi has paused in his general flurry of activity to pick up a
- dwarf. Holding him bodily, as the group gets close, they catch the
- tail-end of his not-quite-a-whisper very angry comment: "...and I
- don't -care- if you cheat, I care if you get -caught-, because then I
- have to do -something- about you. Understand? Yes? -Fine-. Scamper
- off, now."
- * Entropi straightens his suit, and looks to Scrae. Eye caught!
- * MontyProton follows along with a smile, watching the surroundings
- curiously. "Well, I can't stay too long, I am technically on contract
- I'm afraid. But I have some great snacks and drinks for watching the
- matches tonight. Or perhaps you're a gambling fan? Two types of bets
- available!"
- <MontyProton> "... Well, better to say two different types of things to
- bet on? There's the matches of course, and I'm also offering a
- little challenge regarding the snack foods..."
- * Jack is the one who approaches Entropi, though Scrae is close behind.
- Jack says to him, "I understand that fighters are needed."
- <Jack> *Scrae says to Monty, leaning in very close, "I want to bet on
- my brother, of course. But what is this snack food challenge?"
- <MontyProton> "Oh? Not surprised... I'll have to wait a bit, of course,
- I can't take the bets until he's registered and odds are in the
- system. But as for the snacks... quite simple really. You pay ten
- credits. A bit above the normal snack rates, I know." (cont)
- <Entropi> "Oh? Indeed. And what kind of talent has my... very reliable
- friend... brought to my humble table today. Hmn?"
- <MontyProton> "Then, you tell me about what kind of things you like to
- eat, dietary requirements, that sort of thing. If I can't give you
- something new that you enjoy? I'll give you your money back, and
- this." Monty's eyes twinkle as he palms something - a gold ring with
- sapphires set in it.
- * Jack glances back at Monty and silently admits that Scrae has
- probably picked up someone useful for their purposes again. To
- Entropi he says, "I have military training, I prefer the longsword or
- longbow."
- <Jack> *Scrae continues to talk to Monty, and also attempts to use his
- charm spell on the catboy, "Oh, that's very nice. I actually don't
- have any money. At the moment. But, I always repay my debts.
- Perhaps you could help me there?"
- <Entropi> "Medieval military, advanced package... hmn. You say
- -training-, but what about field work? Any campaigns?"
- * Entropi looks mildly bored, and has picked up an abacus that he is
- rapidly playing with. Or at least, it -looks- like an abacus. One
- with spiderweb frame and racks, and odd glass orbs for beads.
- <Jack> "I was in the field for a century before I became the private
- guard for my former employer," Jack answers.
- * MontyProton frowns slightly at the admission of lacking funds,
- shaking his head briefly. "Mmf... well, I DO offer barter as an
- option. Other help would really depend on what kind you were looking
- for... though might I offer you a free tip?"
- <Jack> "Please do," Scrae says, still keeping very close to Monty.
- * Entropi smiles very so slightly. "Excellent. Yes, I have a space for
- you... first time here, though, so let me make sure the rules are
- clear before we go any further. I promise you a fight - that is all.
- Many things go into the fighting area. One or more of them leave.
- Whatever leaves, gets part of the purse. Obviously, the less things
- leaving... the more of the purse they get."
- * MontyProton leans in closer still, to whisper something in Scrae's
- ear with a confident smile on his face. "What you did isn't the best
- way to make a good impression."
- * Jack nods. "That's what I expected. When do I go in the ring?"
- <Jack> *Scrae pouts at Monty. "It's just my way of being friendly," he
- whispers back, and then reaches up and tries to pet his ears.
- "You're just so adorable, I can't help myself."
- * Entropi looks down at his abacus, and he plays with a few beads.
- "Tonight. Shortly, if you are able. I had another contender cancel on
- me. A pity. Reliability is -so- hard to come by these days. I will
- need to make sure she has a -reason- to be missing. But oh, do not
- worry! Such matters, good sir, are not your concern. She is contract,
- you are mercenary."
- * Entropi smiles thinly at Jack. "When the tone sounds, make your way
- in. There is a prep area over there you can use. It will be private
- to you and yours, until your bout begins."
- * MontyProton laughs, leaning in to the petting. "Ahh, well, got to
- work on that self control, you know. Did you have anything you'd like
- to barter for the wagering? It looks like your brother dear is in for
- the match!"
- * Jack smiles for the first time. "I'm able and ready." He inclines his
- head to Entropi and turns away. "Scrae, are you coming with me?"
- Scrae shakes his head and keeps petting his new friend. "I have to
- find something to bet with, brother." He looks to Monty. "Really, all
- I have to offer is my sweet personality and good looks, though."
- * Entropi nods at Jack, and returns to the handling of his completely
- and totally legal and legitimate business. Es.
- <MontyProton> "Tricky... hm. I... could maybe use one of my
- boilerplate contracts and you could wager a week of work as a
- waiter? I know a place to eat that could use some temp help?"
- * Jack has moved off to the preperation area. Scrae gives Monty an
- appalled look. "Work?" He puts a hand to his chest. "I haven't worked
- in three centuries. Though, I do have every confidence in my brother
- winning."
- <MontyProton> "I'm afraid confidence isn't a tradeable commodity... at
- least in this district. I hear some mages can do some neat things
- with it, but I'm not one. Sorry..." Monty steps back, starting to
- turn away.
- <Jack> "You misunderstand," Scrae says, not letting go of Monty. "I
- mean I will accept your wager, because of my confidence."
- <Jack> ((anybody have anything else they want to do before the fighting
- starts?))
- <MontyProton> "Aha. My mistake... then I'll need the ten credits and a
- little info to find the snack from?" Monty turns back, smiling.
- <Jack> *Scrae now looks confused. "No, I meant... oh I see. You
- wanted me to work to earn the credits. I thought you wanted me to
- wager a contract for my work." Scrae pouts again. "This world is
- very frustrating."
- <MontyProton> "OH! No no, I can do the contract. That was a mistake on
- my part, sorry!"
- * MontyProton laughs, shaking his head and reaching into his pack with
- one hand. A single-sheet contract and a pen are withdrawn in short
- order, on a clipboard. "I'll just need this here?"
- <Jack> "Shouldn't we wait to sign it until we know if I've lost?" Scrae
- asks.
- <MontyProton> "And risk running out? No, I will give the contract to
- you as I would return wagered funds if you win. I'll also need to
- know whether you're betting on a win, place, or such..."
- <Jack> "Let's start with place," Scrae says, suddenly less certain now
- that he's going to have something actually on the line. He signs the
- paper just as the tone indicating that a fight is about to start goes
- off. Jack enters the ring shortly after that.
- <MontyProton> "Excellent. Pleasure doing business, Mister Scrae."
- Monty nods, slipping the clipboard back into his pack once it's
- signed. "Any other bettors in the area? Last call!"
- <Jack> "Hmph." Scrae gives Monty a look, and then goes to the edge of
- the ring to watch his brother. He concentrates, trying to pick up
- the surface thoughts of people around. He's going to be especially
- interested in whatever Jack's opponent is thinking.
- <thePainter> Jack's opponent steps out into the arena, He was dressed
- very minimally, in sliced and torn pants that had once flatttered his
- muscular body very well. The creature was bipedal, and his skin was a
- dark grey, with orange horns, going from dark at the base to light at
- the tip, curling back along his head. His hair was black and looked
- like it had been hacked off with a knife at chin length. The critters
- eyes were a solid glowing purple
- <thePainter> Does scrae like listening to elder gods?
- * Euryth` watches the arena from her seat, her mind... a blank spot to
- anyone trying to listen in, reading it kind of like trying to read a
- marble brick, a tyrian pink marble brick.
- <Jack> *Scrae probably does not particularly like that, and if he
- starts hearing some mad gibbering, he's going to shut that down fast.
- * Euryth` blinks a bit, looking at the man stepping into the arena
- squinting curiously at the person stepping into the arena, a hand
- going up to stroke one of her own horns. just... staring for now.
- * Jack watches his opponent closely, looking for weapons, and not
- drawing his own yet.
- * MontyProton wanders closer as well - the people fighting tonight
- seemed interesting enough. Maybe he'd pick up some dodging pointers.
- <thePainter> and his body was covered in scars. In his hands he held a
- scythe, the blade thin with resharpening, and the haft stained in a
- rainbow of colours. To the eyes of those who could See he was covered
- in inky black tentacles, just off the physical plane. A wave of
- subtle nervousness came off of the subdued aura of fear he carried
- with him. ((repost))
- * Jack wrinkles his nose. He hadn't been expecting to face something
- that was clearly demonic. And a species he didn't know. Plus, he
- could sense a warning from Scrae. He draws his sword and starts to
- circle his opponent slowly.
- <Euryth`> .oO(... That guy looked pailed up harder than a rustblood at
- a sea dweller's pumpkin party.)
- * Lawni has joined #tuesdayic1
- * thePainter eyes that sword contemptuously. {they couldnt give me some
- motherfucker whos at least fuckin interestin if they gonna keep my
- ass here?} He began to spin his polearm two handledly, casually,
- watching Jack , and letting his chucklevoodoo, laced through with the
- madness of the deep ones expand and deepen. He turned on his heel and
- moves backward away from Jack, watching the he was carrying himself
- and handling the sword. He was
- <Euryth`> ((He was'))
- <thePainter> carrying himself and handling the sword. He was also
- listening, eyes growing brighter, as the horror terror whispered to
- him.
- <thePainter> ((the way he was* dropped a word))
- * Jack narrows his eyes and breaths slowly, sensing the aura from the
- creature, and trying to keep his head above it. He continues to
- circle for a few steps, then lunges forward, spreading his wings at
- the same time to create a flurry of movement, and striking towards
- the troll's midsection with his blade.
- * thePainter the sound of metal scraping was easily audible as he
- deflected the blade away from his center, and the spin of the scythe
- attempted to take it from Jacks hands and send it flying. The
- polarm's spin was snapped to a hault, and the subjugglator shifted
- his weight to his outside foot ,lashing out with the butt end toward
- his opponent. Almost a rebuke. {those dumbfucks caint even send some
- fucker got any skills, one these days i
- <Jack> ((*one these days i))
- <thePainter> i'm gon' gut then good fer their motherfuckin
- presumptions. anyone ever tell you you look like a motherfuckin
- cluckbeast when you do that shit with your wings, you thinkin you
- makin yourself look big an scary but you just look like a dumbfuck.}
- It wasn't like anyone could actually hear him, growling and talking
- to himself.
- <thePainter> Or at least understand him.
- * Jack keeps his sword, spinning with the movement of the scythe, and
- closing his wings in tight as he goes. He's hit with the butt end but
- he just whirls around to face the troll again and laughs. Now he's
- really smiling. He jumps in close again, though keeps his sword close
- this time, hoping his opponent will give him an opening.
- * thePainter steps back away from him, moving away and sideways, the
- close distance was easier for Jack to handle with his weapon, than
- for his opponent. He seemed to anticipate, listening to the whispers
- of the Old ones, letting them guide him, as they have for most of his
- existance. {Well aint you just all motherfuckin full of mirth, you
- like fightin don'tcha?} He returned the grin all sharp teeth and
- bright eyes, taking a swipe at the
- <Jack> ((*taking a swipe at the))
- <thePainter> fliers legs with the business end of the weapon, hes
- anticipating the demon treating it like a normal staff, and not
- expecting to get an ankle hooked by the curved blade and yanked.
- * Jack jumps and spreads his wings again to give himself some extra
- air, kicking out at the troll's face. {I do.}
- <thePainter> The sound of his own language made him falter, good play.
- The haft spun in his hand facing the blade up and he jerked it
- backward, a bruise blooming on his jaw as he failed to completely
- dodge the kick from the demonic thing, but he was laughing, as much
- at himself as at Jack.
- * Jack came straight down, sensing the haft below him, he hoped to
- break it under his booted feet. He knew it was a risk, that if the
- weapon was too strong, that he wasn't going to avoid the blade. But
- he didn't hesitate.
- <thePainter> The fire hardened haft of a pole arm made for a creature
- who can punch through safty glass? He does succeed in jerking it out
- of his opponent's grip, unable to shift it in time to compensate for
- the sudden weight from that direction, but it put them within each
- other's guard. The grey and orange creature grinned and attempted to
- punch him in the throat.
- * Jack had not gotten his balance back before the punch caught him. He
- gags, his throat burning in pain, but instead of falling back, he
- tries to grab the troll's arm.
- * thePainter knows this move, if he doesn't handle it right he'll end
- up on his back on the other side of Jack. He threw his weight
- forward, head lowered, bending his arm instead of locking it, and
- attempted to slam his head into the other creatures.
- * Entropi has quit IRC (Quit: System.standby(sleep))
- * Jack was still recovering from the last blow and before he knew it,
- the troll's head was smashing into his. He stumbles backwards
- finally, blood dribbling from his nose. He keeps moving away,
- coughing and trying to catch his breath.
- <thePainter> Woosh, that'll rattle your pan, it really will, he didn't
- pick up his weapon, following the whispers inciting him to press his
- attack while his opponent was still recovering. They were excited,
- blood drawn, and he had a hard time telling them from him as they
- wound him up. A step forward to shift his weight and kick high,
- adrenalin singing through his system.
- * Jack is just straightening up when the kick hits him in the chest. He
- backs up even further, but then his coughing turns to laughing again.
- With an inarticulate shout, he lunges towards the troll again,
- slashing out with his sword.
- <Jack> *On the sidelines, Scrae puts his hand to his head and sighs in
- exasperation, muttering, "Jack... please don't forget why you're
- doing this fight."
- <thePainter> {need to work on your form little fucker, caint leave
- yourself extended like that.} The words came as he twisted back to
- the side side, taking a shallow slash on his abdoment to grab the
- extended arm and give him a pull to continue the demon's momentum,
- trying to make him eat the dirt.
- * Jack hits the dirt, but rolls, unfortunately losing his grip on his
- sword. He rises to a crouch, turning to face the troll. He seems to
- hesitate.
- <thePainter> The troll gave the sword a swift kick away from jack
- while he had a moment of reprieve and it was free. Purple blood, dark
- enough it was almost blue instead ran from his side and down his hip
- and leg. He shifted his weight toward his own weapon.
- * Jack was disappointed that the troll didn't take the bait. He lunges
- from the crouched position, bringing a fist up in a feint toward's
- the troll's face. But his intention is to actually grapple the troll.
- * Gearov has joined #tuesdayic1
- <thePainter> An arm came up , forearm held near his face to block the
- feint, while he moved back, unafraid to continue to move. Standing
- your ground for principle was a good way to end up dead. Heavy
- fighters didn't work well in what he did. He missed the grapple, but
- let his legs buckle, rolling backwards and curling his head up to
- minimize impact with the ground.
- * Jack grasped the troll's arm with the hand that he pretended to punch
- with. He let himself get carried to the ground on top of the troll,
- his other hand grasping at his hip. Both hands suddenly errupt into
- flame.
- <thePainter> Oh good holy /fuck/. The subjugglator cursed a blue
- streak, voice high and loud with pain, and he attempted very
- seriously to knee his opponent low in the gut, or high in the crotch
- and sink his teeth into the arm holding onto his arm.
- * Jack takes the knee (fortunately he has protection on his crotch),
- and he takes the bite. But he still grips tightly. Even as the troll
- tastes his blood, he grins, and the flames spread.
- <thePainter> Tony's eyes glow brightly and then go black, mouth staying
- where it was. Chuckle voodoo and the voice of an old god try to drive
- themselves into the demon's pan, while he could smell his own flesh
- cooking.
- * Jack doesn't know what's going on with his opponent's eyes. Maybe
- he's dying? That makes him grin wider. But a thought that's not his
- own occurs to him. He recognizes Scrae getting in his head. He growls
- low and says, {Yield. Yield and we'll fight again.}
- <thePainter> He spat blood at Jack, and followed it by trying to smash
- his nose in with the crown of his head. There was an odd maddening
- undercurrent to his words now, echoing and twisting. {Iiwill never
- motherfuckin yield.} he tried to sue the knee between them to fling
- him off and away.
- * Jack gets another bash to the nose, and is kicked away. Still he gets
- up again, blood smeared on his face, his vision blurred. But the
- flames don't stop. He laughs and shouts, {Good!)
- * thePainter rolls up to his feet and bares red stained teeth,
- gathering his power and throwing the madness and fear into high gear,
- trying to punch it through the other's defenses, power searching for
- what he feared most, making the shadows come alive, trying to give
- life to the fears in his mind- though the audiance would see
- something else entirely, catching the edges of barely controlled
- power. He knew, distantly, that handprints were
- <Jack> (that handprints were)
- <thePainter> burned deep into skin now, but there was no room for
- worrying about it now, only life and death and battle, and the rush
- and taste of blood in his mouth.
- * Jack was being worn down by the fight, and when the fear hit him, it
- took hold. His eyes widened and he shrieked in anger and fear, flames
- bursting up in a circle around him. He struggled to shake off the
- shadows, sensing they weren't real. From the sidelines, Scrae started
- to worry about more than just losing his bet.
- <thePainter> Tony moved quickly, kicking his scythe up and catching
- it while the demon creature struggled against fear and madness. The
- subjugglator had so many scars on his body, and he was still alive,
- for a reason. The scythe spun and he moved toward Jack again.
- * Jack concentrated, focusing as hard as he could on his enemy. His own
- fear aura comes up automatically, as a response to the fear he was
- feeling. Despite everything, he rushes towards the troll again,
- flames rushing along with him, and at the last moment will dive low
- for the creature's legs.
- <thePainter> {Motherfuckin scumblooded pirokenetic piece of sewage
- wastage!}Jack dove low and Tony jumped high, slamming the blunt end
- of the scythe down into the creature's back to vault over him.
- * Jack is slammed into the ground, the breath knocked out of him again.
- He's still wreathed in flames, but he's moving a lot slower than at
- the beginning of the fight as he starts to push himself up again.
- <thePainter> Tony turned on the ball of his foot, and brought the blade
- of his scythe down, this time not aiming for the center of mass, he
- wanted something distracting and painful, difficult to dodge. He
- aimed for slash through the wingsails.
- <Jack> *The blade cuts into one of Jack's wings, and feathers come free
- then burn up in the flames surrounding him. He swears, and turns
- away, getting his feet under him. That's when Scrae has had enough.
- He jumps into the ring, talons extended, intending to try to pull the
- troll away from his brother.
- <thePainter> It was the whispers that warned him, that gave him his
- edge, making him spin away from Jack with a feral growl and slash at
- the body coming toward him, for a moment ignoring the one he had been
- engaging.
- <Jack> *Scrae danced away, being better at dodging than his brother.
- He bares fangs at the troll, and tries to keep his attention away
- from Jack. A whistle is being blown, but Scrae doesn't know what that
- means.
- <thePainter> Tony growled back, but looked up at the whistle blowing,
- his body tensing, evedently he knew that that meant something.
- <Jack> *Scrae noticed the troll's distraction, and took a step back,
- nervous about what it might mean. A moment later, he collapses, fast
- asleep. As does Jack, and the flames in the ring go out as soon as
- Jack does.
- <thePainter> Tony was resistant to mind effects.. resistant, but not
- immune, he eventually collapsed as well, fighting to stay awake. He
- really fucking hated when they did that
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