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







(( ooc; event prompts, various september logs, and tdm continuations will go in this thread. if you have something you'd like to do, pm me or hit me up at pincurls! ))

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bloodsport

[hedon]

Another option doesn't seem likely.

[Magnus had seen Evelyn before, mostly in passing as one of the many librarians in Deerington before the shift and this new and uncharted world that laid before them. Some of it was eerily similar to some of the oldest and most archaic downworlders he knew and other things about it were entirely unique.

Magnus doesn't have a weapon, he doesn't need one, but he's confident in a way that spoke of experience with his hands in his pockets and an indifferent expression on his face.]

Ladies first or age before beauty?

[egyptologist]

You're too kind.

[ While she's a paleblood with mostly telepathic and empathic abilities, Evelyn is certainly lithe and agile, and rather deadly with those daggers. She gives them a little twirl in her hands, settling into herself, far more at ease than she'd felt in Deerington.

The gates are opened and monsters unleashed, and she's already running, flicking each dagger right into the hearts of the creatures, landing on one knee as she yanks both free at once.

Two down, but that simply encourages the frenzy, more gates rise and more are unleashed and she looks up at her companion, a little wry. ]

I do believe it's your turn.

[hedon]

Both would've been you, cupcake, but I'm nothing if not chivalrous.

[She certainly seems like she's in her element and Magnus can't help but take it in. A skilled combatant is always worth an audience.

With the first two dead on arrival, Magnus takes the opportunity to step in for the next round. His eyes shift out of the glimmer he keeps to conceal them at the same moment that red smoke starts to billow from his fingertips. It drifts from his painted nails to the ground and then rockets upward like a bomb connecting with the new competitors like an orbital cannon. Limbs explode, and the miasma barely misses them when the rest of their bodies follow suit.]

How long are we going to play gladiator? Just wondering.

[egyptologist]

Well, aren't you polite.

[ She flashes a smile, keeps out of his way while she wipes her dagges off on her pants, making a small face at the bloodstains but immediately writing it off as she watches.

That...was something else. ]

I think...once that last monster dies -- [ She points with one of her daggers at the thing scuttling towards them, the last one; ]

Then we're 'free' to go. [ She says free like it doesn't mean much, because she seems to have found herself in this bloody arena more than once, each time with her daggers, each time a little bloodier. ]

[hedon]

Something like that. So-

[Magnus keeps his magic handy, hands shaking from the visible totality of having it all back. Finally. For the first time since his extended stay in Deerington. No messy fall-out, no days of flu- he felt rejuvenate and the adrenaline rush was visible.]

Teamwork this time or would you like the honors?