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loupmorqueWHO: Wriothesley + Jun, and anyone else who came to watch.
WHERE: Meropide, Pankration Arena.
WHEN: The evening after This Thread.
WHAT: Jun and Wriothesley are gonna sort out some shit. With their fists.
WARNINGS: There's gonna be fisticuffs. Maybe some sour words thrown around if someone tries to stop them?
[ the room is a little colder than usual. it's definitely not at all related to the drop in the Duke's mood--his usual cheery demeanour dropped off a few degrees as he is clearly trying to look his usual pleasant self--but that smile he holds just doesn't quite reach his eyes, today.
There's a lump in his throat as he sees jun enter, and he finds that most of the words that rumble around his head just aren't worth speaking. there's still a part of him that doesn't want to do this--he's never particularly enjoyed raising his fists to a friend with intent to hurt them, but. this situation was different.
'In my family, its typical to have a fight to blow off steam.'
Jun was strong. He was still just a kid compared to him, yes, but. How many times had Wriothesley raised his fists to someone twice his size, twice his age? It'd be disrespectful to the other to consider him anything but a competent fighter. hell, if the kid hits him hard enough--well. No use thinking about that.
he regards the other with a nod, as he twists his neck a little, pushing the palm of his hand into one of his fists. ]
...The rules of the Arena are plain. No Magic, No Weapons, no Special Powers. [ this included his vision, which he quietly takes his coat off his shoulders, tossing it to the side. he's angry, but he's not unsportsmanlike. ]
[ and regardless of the direction that the fight goes, when it's over, the Duke isn't going to stay bipedal for long. A fluid motion of transformation as he turns into the huge agouti husky and hops out of the ring.
did you come to watch and have some words for him? well he's a dog now and will allow anyone who wants to talk to him to do so--but dogs are bad at talking so there's a chance you'll only get a response in chaotic husky sounds. ]
WHERE: Meropide, Pankration Arena.
WHEN: The evening after This Thread.
WHAT: Jun and Wriothesley are gonna sort out some shit. With their fists.
WARNINGS: There's gonna be fisticuffs. Maybe some sour words thrown around if someone tries to stop them?
► Don't talk about Fight Club
[ the room is a little colder than usual. it's definitely not at all related to the drop in the Duke's mood--his usual cheery demeanour dropped off a few degrees as he is clearly trying to look his usual pleasant self--but that smile he holds just doesn't quite reach his eyes, today.
There's a lump in his throat as he sees jun enter, and he finds that most of the words that rumble around his head just aren't worth speaking. there's still a part of him that doesn't want to do this--he's never particularly enjoyed raising his fists to a friend with intent to hurt them, but. this situation was different.
'In my family, its typical to have a fight to blow off steam.'
Jun was strong. He was still just a kid compared to him, yes, but. How many times had Wriothesley raised his fists to someone twice his size, twice his age? It'd be disrespectful to the other to consider him anything but a competent fighter. hell, if the kid hits him hard enough--well. No use thinking about that.
he regards the other with a nod, as he twists his neck a little, pushing the palm of his hand into one of his fists. ]
...The rules of the Arena are plain. No Magic, No Weapons, no Special Powers. [ this included his vision, which he quietly takes his coat off his shoulders, tossing it to the side. he's angry, but he's not unsportsmanlike. ]
► Dogs can't talk about Fight Club
[ and regardless of the direction that the fight goes, when it's over, the Duke isn't going to stay bipedal for long. A fluid motion of transformation as he turns into the huge agouti husky and hops out of the ring.
did you come to watch and have some words for him? well he's a dog now and will allow anyone who wants to talk to him to do so--but dogs are bad at talking so there's a chance you'll only get a response in chaotic husky sounds. ]
