Fate - First Reply Sucker Punch [Elbion College]

[Suleiman Askari]

GRAND LIBRARY BACKROOM ONE​

Suleiman turned his head and spat out some blood that had pooled in his mouth.

He lay on his back with a lip freshly busted. Almost on his back, to be precise, as he wasn't quite flat on the floor but rather bowed slightly over one of the ladders in the Library Backroom, one that had been knocked over in the scuffle. He stared up at the ceiling and blinked a few times and knew that he (and everyone else involved) were likely going to be in deep shit for this, but he resolved to see the fight to its bitter end anyway. Might as well, right?

Marcurio Tosk, the chief instigator of this all, pompous bastard from a family that, while not part of the Grand Council certainly held favor with them, slowly across the gap began to rise and find his feet again. His two friends, Barach and Gorm, didn't stir. Good. Then it'd be two on one now, where it had begun as two versus three. Tosk was tough, Suleiman had to at least give him that.

This had been a while in coming. And while it might not be over—Tosk absolutely of the kind to hold a mean-spirited grudge—Suleiman aimed with his friend to win this battle.

And to his friend he said, "Are you good?"

With a groan that rumbled his throat, Suleiman rose.

He looked over. "Let's finish this."​

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"Tarantino"-style thread for Elbion College students. Here's the intent:

1) Our first posts contribute to the establishment of a climatic scene.
2) We then go back and RP how we get to this scene, knowing that it will happen.
3) We resolve the climatic scene we all set up initially, and anything else that may follow afterward.

 

[Svenia Albrecht]

Her head rang like a bell, fire tracing lines through the scarred half of her face. The bastard had hit her like the thug that he was. Above the ringing was a low buzz of rage and a thread of fear that underpinned it all. She stood unsteadily near the bookshelf he had knocked her into and tried to ignore the warmth running down her face.

"Let's not," she said in a wavering voice. Fighting didn't solve anything. At best they would get some of their testosterone out and a warm fuzzy feeling of justice wrought. At worst they would be expelled, and she along with them.

Even though she hadn't raised a hand to the bastard. Even though she wouldn't lay a finger on him. She was delicate enough without inviting more lasting injuries into her life. The ache in the back of her head and busted nose was bad, but that was better than broken bones or worse. This had already gotten well out of hand. "If the maesters stumble upon this, we'll all be sent away. Mean words aren't enough to warrant that."

Striking a lady in the face, whatever the circumstance, does warrant something being done. Certainly seemed that Suleiman was intent on being the administrator of lessons offered. She herself could stomach the indignity of a petty high-born and his penchant for beating on those weaker than him.

That spike of anger in her head swelled with the throbbing, and she tried to clamp down on it. Maybe she could handle the indignity. Her face paled another shade as she struggled to keep the flames of anger within, but the heat seemed to roll off of her in waves. No! Not here! There are books and...and people...

And me. Bathed in fire again...

The embers swirled within. This was a magic that was beyond her control. How could you control what you feared near to death? She didn't want the fire to come.

But as embers swirled around her, she had no idea how to stop it. Raw power like the heat of a thousand suns surged within her. "We... must... stop... this.. now..." she managed to pant out one syllable at a time as she struggled to direct the flames away. Somewhere else, anywhere but here.

Fire burned within her blind eye, black and red on milky white. The blood on her chin dried and turned black, began to flake away as ash.

And it wasn't righteous rage there in her eyes either, but abject terror.