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[theboogieman]

Who: IT'S A GAME MINGLE GET IN THE VAN
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: All of it!
When: Second half of the month.

[hey everyone! how's it been going? how's medieval-fun-time-world treating you? anyone pillaged and burned anything yet? got kicked out of the castle? been planning expeditions? registered for jousting? busy angsting for the last two weeks on your ship?

this is a mingle for everybody, whether they're hiding in the volcano, out and about in the city, or up on one of those random random stations where you can get quirky souvenirs.]

Comments

[whereivebeen]

[ Well, she's a little less obliging when it's not a fight for fun. Anyway, getting the drop on him so early? Hardly fun.

The fight is fast and hard, both of them moving quickly and ignoring the injuries they start accumulating in favor of pushing forward. They gather no small crowd, either, because this kind of fight is something you want to see to believe.

Finally, at some point, one of them literally headbutts the other (Tay honestly can't remember who), and Tay has to stagger back from the sudden jolt of pain and dizziness from the impact. She seems to have gotten a large number of blossoming bruises and a couple of scrapes, as well as broken a finger and her nose. Her blood's lighter than it should be, and kind of iridescent on close examination, but it's harder to tell once she starts swiping it onto her sleeve, hissing when she makes contact with her nose

Hopefully the locals won't think too much of it... ]

Think it's a draw. What about you?

[theboogieman]

[he has a lot of fun, which is more than he can say in most instances--it's been a long time since he's gotten to fight someone who wasn't either ill-suited or way too powerful for him to stand a chance. he would have kept going (past a couple of bruised ribs and something wrong with his shoulder?) were it not for him getting his head smashed pretty hard. or maybe he... was the one doing the smashing. anyway.

when he comes to past the stars and spots, he shakes his head--squinting to see. she's talking. they're done now? ...where did all of these people come from?

he... nods his head. his mouth tastes coppery. he's kind of glad the locals can't see his "face", since the little mouth marks must be all manner of smudged. she got him pretty good in the jaw, once. he slouches as the adrenaline starts to drop out of his system... and wanders back over to pick up his coat.]