oh, Lazarus, how did your debts get paid? [ OPEN ]

[venatoris]

Who: infractus, lefthemisphere, egyptologist & you!
What: event shenanigans in one fabulous catch all, for all your RP needs
When: Throughout September
Where: All over!

Content Warnings: mentions and gifs/images of blood and dead bodies, death, decay, and trauma, possible suicide ideation, possible R rated scenes of varying degrees, etc etc. will mark as needed







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bloodsport

[specifiercity]

[Arthur steps into the ring ready to fight. He's got a blade in his right hand — a long dagger or a short sword, one of the two — and an adrenaline-fueled focus in his eyes. He's worked off the first jitters with a couple monster fights but this is the first time he's seen something that looks human across from him.]

[Of course, he's killed enough things that look human at first glance. Werewolves and vampires can start off looking nice enough when you first meet them.]

[Still, he doesn't charge right away. It's more his style to wait and see, turn the momentum of a surprise attack against the aggressor, so he just shifts his weight and eyes up Dean.]

[venatoris]

[ No, not a monster. Dean's been a few rounds too, he feels like friggin Maximus from Gladiator in the ring like this, a million bucks and on top of the world.

But this time it's a Sleeper, he can already tell. This is different.

Dean doesn't...particularly want to fight Sleepers - not if he can help it. He's savvy enough to realize (a realization he brought with him from home) that creating antagonistic relationships with people is a good way to not get the shit you need when you need it. Raleigh dumbass Becket was an exception, because the fool went after Sammy when he was already down and sick, hurt his baby brother when he was already as low as it can be. It was deserved.

This isn't, as far as he can tell.

So he tips his head, studies his opponent and furrows his brow, twirling the twisted blade he'd found in his hand, circling him the way he's circled right back. Predator to predator.

Finally-- ]

What's your name?

[specifiercity]

[He smirks, wondering whether this is genuine hesitation or a tactic. He's ready to deal with either.]

Arthur.

[There's no danger in sharing his name, not that he's seen.]

What's yours?

[venatoris]

Dean.

[ He tips a head, lets his hand fall, though he doesn't let his guard down. He doesn't dare. ]

How many times you go through this circuit?

[specifiercity]

[Arthur's memory conjures up a hazy image of Raleigh all drugged up on his couch telling him about a guy named Dean. He almost asks, the big one or the little one?]

[But they can figure that out later.]

Maybe a dozen, all together. Mostly monsters.

[He glances up at the crowd, which is starting to get restless.]

If you're gonna attack me, you better do it soon.

[venatoris]

Same.

[ Mostly monsters, a dozen times.

He follows Arthur's look up to the crowd and squints; restless and bloodthirsty bitches, the lot of them. So eager to watch Sleepers try to kill one another. ]

I've found teaming up makes things a lot easier.

[specifiercity]

[Arthur thinks that's a matter of perspective, but he nods and sheathes his sword, then holds his hands up in the universal gesture of "I'm unarmed." He trusts his instincts well enough if this is a trick, but he doesn't think it is.]

So you know what comes next, then?

[venatoris]

[ Dean holds his hands up, too - his axe is by his feet, out of reach at present. ]

A friggin' monster that's a pain in the ass to take down.

[specifiercity]

[Arthur laughs dryly and nods.]

Neither of us is dead yet, so I'm just going to assume you can hold your own.