Pre-Endgame
Who: Barron, Sveta and Howie.
What: Barron tries to take Sveta out early in the plot and ends up fighting with Howie. Sveta is not amused. Elle is not amused either when she arrives afterward.
When: This is slightly backdated. Well before the endgame, and earlyish in the barge concern over Sveta.
Where: Outside/in Sveta's cabin (level two).
Warnings: Violence (punching and stabbing, so we're talking blood), probably cussing. Serious injury. Warnings will increase as necessary.
Barron tried to ignore the throbbing pain in his wrist as he gingerly made his way up the last staircase on his way to Sveta's cabin. Loki giving him a tip off had been a stroke of good luck, but it didn't necessarily mean that Sveta's power was easing up or letting off. Still, Barron was encouraged by the fact he hadn't slipped down the stairs and impaled himself on his own glass shank yet. Or the extra two he had in his pocket, that were smaller and probably less reliable than the one he was holding. He knew about luck working to not conclude anything from that. Sveta's power might not be on him at the moment in such a strong way, but it didn't mean that it was going to stay that way. And the fact that she didn't need to make physical contact meant that there was little to no defense about getting worked again. He'd have to put her down. If she was cycling through some sort of blowback, it would be the easiest way to stop it.
He paused at the top of the stairs and glanced around. Despite the growing concern about Sveta, it appeared that she and Howie were soon alone. He was willing to bet that if he'd waited longer it wouldn't be that way. But for now, well. It was workable. Sveta might have luck magic, but if he was fast enough he'd be able to catch her off guard. Howie, well. Howie was an old man who clearly didn't know what he was doing.
Barron quickly walked up to the door and knocked, lightly. Just like a friend visiting. He didn't try the handle, he just stepped to one side and leaned against the wall. Howie would open the door and with any luck, take that next step out giving Barron a clear way to glass him before moving on to Sveta. He was loathe to get his hands dirty, but there wasn't an awful lot of options. He'd provoked Sveta fairly soundly. There was no guarantee that he wasn't going to have the bad luck of having a sudden heart attack if she happened to be in a particularly bad mood. It wasn't worth the risk. She had to be handled. Barron gripped the shank tightly, angling his arm slightly behind him so that the shank was out of sight, the cuff of his sleeve pulled over it just in case. He waited for someone to answer the door.
What: Barron tries to take Sveta out early in the plot and ends up fighting with Howie. Sveta is not amused. Elle is not amused either when she arrives afterward.
When: This is slightly backdated. Well before the endgame, and earlyish in the barge concern over Sveta.
Where: Outside/in Sveta's cabin (level two).
Warnings: Violence (punching and stabbing, so we're talking blood), probably cussing. Serious injury. Warnings will increase as necessary.
Barron tried to ignore the throbbing pain in his wrist as he gingerly made his way up the last staircase on his way to Sveta's cabin. Loki giving him a tip off had been a stroke of good luck, but it didn't necessarily mean that Sveta's power was easing up or letting off. Still, Barron was encouraged by the fact he hadn't slipped down the stairs and impaled himself on his own glass shank yet. Or the extra two he had in his pocket, that were smaller and probably less reliable than the one he was holding. He knew about luck working to not conclude anything from that. Sveta's power might not be on him at the moment in such a strong way, but it didn't mean that it was going to stay that way. And the fact that she didn't need to make physical contact meant that there was little to no defense about getting worked again. He'd have to put her down. If she was cycling through some sort of blowback, it would be the easiest way to stop it.
He paused at the top of the stairs and glanced around. Despite the growing concern about Sveta, it appeared that she and Howie were soon alone. He was willing to bet that if he'd waited longer it wouldn't be that way. But for now, well. It was workable. Sveta might have luck magic, but if he was fast enough he'd be able to catch her off guard. Howie, well. Howie was an old man who clearly didn't know what he was doing.
Barron quickly walked up to the door and knocked, lightly. Just like a friend visiting. He didn't try the handle, he just stepped to one side and leaned against the wall. Howie would open the door and with any luck, take that next step out giving Barron a clear way to glass him before moving on to Sveta. He was loathe to get his hands dirty, but there wasn't an awful lot of options. He'd provoked Sveta fairly soundly. There was no guarantee that he wasn't going to have the bad luck of having a sudden heart attack if she happened to be in a particularly bad mood. It wasn't worth the risk. She had to be handled. Barron gripped the shank tightly, angling his arm slightly behind him so that the shank was out of sight, the cuff of his sleeve pulled over it just in case. He waited for someone to answer the door.