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FIGHT CLUB II: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO.
WHO:Eshal and EVERYBODY, you're all invited. You don't have to have expressed interest oocly or icly before now to participate!
WHAT: The first inaugural Riftwatch underground boxing tournament... thing.
WHEN: Feel free to hit this up whenever, presumably it's taking place at various times over Harvestmere.
WHERE: The back room of the Boar & Bat pub.
NOTES: Violence! Gambling! Anything worse than that, I'll let you know.
WHAT: The first inaugural Riftwatch underground boxing tournament... thing.
WHEN: Feel free to hit this up whenever, presumably it's taking place at various times over Harvestmere.
WHERE: The back room of the Boar & Bat pub.
NOTES: Violence! Gambling! Anything worse than that, I'll let you know.
First thing's first: the crowd favorites.
Feel free to do whatever you wish with your character and their reaction to being the month's favorite. Crowd favorites will be cheered more, possibly bought drinks, remembered and treated fondly by the crowd, even if they're heels. Bets on their success will be higher, and remember, you're allowed to bet on yourself.HEROES
(Obviously, if you didn't sign up beforehand but still want to have your character fight, feel free!)- CROWD FAVORITE: Sabine "Red Snatch"
- Skulltimaeus "Fistbreaker"
- Derrica "The Rivaini Raider"
- Laura "Sharps" Kint
- Athessa "Sweet Tessa" Sulanahn
HEELS- CROWD FAVORITE: Yngvi "Filth Demon" Congealedinagutterson
- Kostos "Babyface Moroney" Averesch
- Findilay
- Barrow "Skullbreaker"
- "Princess" Carla
As for the rest: The back room of the pub still has that dirt floor, the bar off to the side, the chairs and tables dirt floor, a bar with drinks and a bartender, and a circle drawn in the middle with chalk.
Eshal holds court at the edge of the circle, calling matches and announcing fighters. Gifted with a booming voice and a 6'2" stature, she's still impossible to miss.
The unspoken mascot of the festivities is the sign stolen from the front, and pinned to the wall, in clear view of the crowd. Beneath it, someone has scrawled into the wall: LEAVE SOBER. This time, someone has also added pretty eyelashes to the face.
(credit to Beka for the wonderful sign!)
The rules of the fights are simple, and repeated before every match: No kicking. No hitting below the belt. No hitting while they're down. Stop when the referee says so. First person who can't get back up after a five count looses.
Fighting isn't the only thing to do, however. There are bets being made in the crowd. Drinks being had. Mingle, cheer, loose some money, win some back, have fun!
yngvi ota;
There are plenty of things Yngvi's been called but this is probably one of the best and really if his father(s) could see him now-- Well maybe they can he's not really keeping much of an eye on anything, considering if he should've brought the goose.
It feels like the sort of place a goose would fit in.
"So like," by the way hi he's here right next to you, what's up, "if I was going to get someone good at that art shit to draw up a filth demon, what d'you think it should look like?"
post-fight
There might have been a foot to the face at some point? Or a knee? Honestly it's sort of a hazard when you're easily a good foot shorter than most people you're dealing with and one of the strategies you got taught was roll into them, do it.
(You don't question why you do things in the Carta because the Carta's been around longer than you hasn't it? Yes? Right well shut up brat.)
So the world is blurring, Yngvi is attempting to order something that isn't alcohol--
He has possibly spilled that all over you if you were in his general direction no he is not sorry get your body out of where he's walking thanks.
wildcard
[or something else go for it and I'll follow]
pre-fight.
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"Less than you'd think," Kirkwall being Kirkwall with that whole ooh the Veil thin as a Templar's honour when there's lyrium spilt on the carpet thing and Inquisition-now-Riftwatch, "but more than you'd hope. Do you hope? Guess some do. Get real randy for it, it's their whole thing to just be able to scream demon like they'd know what to do if they did see one."
He shrugs, tries to lean back and he's not the right height for the bar so he has to kind of grab blindly and play it cool as if he has ever been cool in his short (haha) life. "Definitely saw a pride demon more than once but giants are bigger and that's just...weird? How can you be proud if a giant's bigger'n you?"
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"Filthy," she says after a long pause. "It's a filth demon. It should look filthy."
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(Maybe some people do but they're probably not going to fight and get bloody or sweaty or worse.)
"Lots of kinds of filth." Like he's some sort of sommelier of it. Probably could be if he applied himself right. "Wait...you mean like proper filth you can see and smell and that?"
Just so he knows.
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"Not... rotten, but... trash. I guess-" An idea hits her, and she grins. "I'd say which type of filth'd depend on the mood of the demon, yeah?"
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He fumbles for somewhere to lean back, get his legs under him again holy shit he's going to have to write this all down because this is some next level conceptual shit.
"Kirkwall filth for me then, or Darktown if we're being proper 'bout it all. Reckon that'd be flexible enough to get away with caltrops, everyone just tosses them away. Not that I would." He's not a dick here, Yngvi came here to have a good time because sometimes that's just fighting okay he gets that but this is brainstorming demons and maybe scaring rifters. Or Coupe. He could get his lady on board perhaps. "There's probably some of that gaatlok someone squirrelled away and all."