Vel Anir - Undercity
Barren's Pit
FIGHT NIGHT
The Pit cast a faint gloom on the man's steely gaze, but he fixed the knives on his chestpiece and strode in without so much as an out of place blink.
He'd been here plenty before. Knew the place, knew the sorts of people that congregated here.
Feth, this was where Senra found him. Down on her money and punch-drunk-in-love with an immovable man, nails the color of noble violet. He spied the exact seat at the inner bar where the young Lovash had bumped into him - now occupied by a brute of a person he recognized immediately as one of Meron's old croonies.
Dodged a few swings from that one, he had, back when he was a coathanger. Wouldn't recognize him now, luckily.
"Come on, Qosta. You’re on fethin’ vacation, ain’t ya? Act like it.” Aver the mercenary was with him, slapping him handily on the shoulder with a grin like a scythe.
To the cage fights, apparently, to act like he was on vacation. The sigh of a break after a completed mission, enough time to catch your breath before the next assignment came in. Somehow she managed to get spots front and center, though it was less a mystery and more a quaint inkling of humor. Funny how these sorts of things just happened for her. Emryc produced a cigarette from a side pouch and offered one to Aver, lighting up.
"The last time I had a vacation was right before the Broker Riots," he said over the din of raucous fight spectators around them, looking at the woman briefly, pointedly. That had been several years ago and he'd gotten caught right up in the fething middle of it all. Frankly he'd rather be at work than on vacation.
“Something wrong with ya, or what?” Aver enjoyed her work, and she took vacations. Plenty of them. “You don’t relax that head of yours, you’re gonna sna— Alright, you fether, GET HIM!” She punched the air as the komodi fighter began pummeling his opponent into the ground. Fist after fist after fist, and the arena heaved with the violence on the air.
“Krellan Rahn does it again! A fifth victory this week – a real upset from below, folks!” Cheers and beer; blood and sweat. Aver revelled in it. Emryc grimaced into the first pull of his cigarette.
But she revelled more in what came next.
“Now, you dirty Undercity scumbags, it’s Taungsday, and you know what that means!”
“VO-LUN-TEERS!”
“VO-LUN-TEERS!”
“VO-LUN-TEERS!”
The chanting of the people.
Barren's Pit
FIGHT NIGHT
The Pit cast a faint gloom on the man's steely gaze, but he fixed the knives on his chestpiece and strode in without so much as an out of place blink.
He'd been here plenty before. Knew the place, knew the sorts of people that congregated here.
Feth, this was where Senra found him. Down on her money and punch-drunk-in-love with an immovable man, nails the color of noble violet. He spied the exact seat at the inner bar where the young Lovash had bumped into him - now occupied by a brute of a person he recognized immediately as one of Meron's old croonies.
Dodged a few swings from that one, he had, back when he was a coathanger. Wouldn't recognize him now, luckily.
"Come on, Qosta. You’re on fethin’ vacation, ain’t ya? Act like it.” Aver the mercenary was with him, slapping him handily on the shoulder with a grin like a scythe.
To the cage fights, apparently, to act like he was on vacation. The sigh of a break after a completed mission, enough time to catch your breath before the next assignment came in. Somehow she managed to get spots front and center, though it was less a mystery and more a quaint inkling of humor. Funny how these sorts of things just happened for her. Emryc produced a cigarette from a side pouch and offered one to Aver, lighting up.
"The last time I had a vacation was right before the Broker Riots," he said over the din of raucous fight spectators around them, looking at the woman briefly, pointedly. That had been several years ago and he'd gotten caught right up in the fething middle of it all. Frankly he'd rather be at work than on vacation.
“Something wrong with ya, or what?” Aver enjoyed her work, and she took vacations. Plenty of them. “You don’t relax that head of yours, you’re gonna sna— Alright, you fether, GET HIM!” She punched the air as the komodi fighter began pummeling his opponent into the ground. Fist after fist after fist, and the arena heaved with the violence on the air.
“Krellan Rahn does it again! A fifth victory this week – a real upset from below, folks!” Cheers and beer; blood and sweat. Aver revelled in it. Emryc grimaced into the first pull of his cigarette.
But she revelled more in what came next.
“Now, you dirty Undercity scumbags, it’s Taungsday, and you know what that means!”
“VO-LUN-TEERS!”
“VO-LUN-TEERS!”
“VO-LUN-TEERS!”
The chanting of the people.
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