WHO: Nicola + You WHAT: Fresh meat. And eventually old gross meat too. WHEN: Bloomingtide, pre-mod plot. WHERE: Kirkwall & the Gallows for now. NOTES: Putting open and closed things for all my dudes in here as I write them, so if you want to plan something with any of them, tap my shoulder about it.
Unprepared for how that escalated, Benedict is caught in a stare at Nicola for far too long before he has the sense to look at Byerly instead, who... takes the situation into stride.
Benedict opens his mouth to question, but closes it again, having the sense not to interrupt what is clearly a negotiation between whatever it is they call themselves. He casts a furtive glance back at Nicola, reassessing him.
Nicola, as serious as anything, gestures with both hands to himself.
"Antivan."
Which is a no, to accepting anything short of a duel.
"I will find a second somewhere," he adds, because even issuing a challenge this way has obviously been horribly informal and he never would have if he were not freshly arrived without any people to speak of, obviously.
"I can - " Byerly pinches the bridge of his nose. "Provide a list of recommendations. If need be." If it must happen, it ought to happen properly. Right?
Maker, he had thought this chapter of his life was finished and done. And who is this man? Is he the sort to take a slash and call it done - and if he is, is he the sort to leave his blade plain, or coat it with venom?
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Benedict opens his mouth to question, but closes it again, having the sense not to interrupt what is clearly a negotiation between whatever it is they call themselves. He casts a furtive glance back at Nicola, reassessing him.
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"Antivan."
Which is a no, to accepting anything short of a duel.
"I will find a second somewhere," he adds, because even issuing a challenge this way has obviously been horribly informal and he never would have if he were not freshly arrived without any people to speak of, obviously.
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Maker, he had thought this chapter of his life was finished and done. And who is this man? Is he the sort to take a slash and call it done - and if he is, is he the sort to leave his blade plain, or coat it with venom?