you're a right piece of work
Characters: vvanquishing and 2ollux
Location: casualty communal lobby, and the general surrounding area.
Rating: probably at least pg-13 for potty mouths and brawling.
Time: october 22nd, HIGH NOON. or, well, sometime in the afternoon.
Description: fishboy and tholluckth have some unsettled business, for various reasons of their own. conflicting timelines abound.
It wasn't as if the challenge was anything less than completely fucking public, but Eridan decided not to tell Kerrigan about his duel before he left, much less ask her to come along. While it might have been nice having a rifle to blow a hole clean through the vile lowblood's skull, he had a feeling that trying to murder someone less than two days after he tried so hard to prove he could be a level-headed Meister might put a damper on his new budding relationship.
He had something to work for now; he just couldn't fuck this one up. Besides, this was a battle best settled troll-to-troll, royalty-to-peasantry.
The Casualty Communal lobby was no farther than a few flights of stairs down from his respiteblock, so he wasted no time stalking out and swooping down the stairs -- the elevator was unsuitably theatrical for something like this -- cape billowing impressively behind him.
Fuck, there were a lot of stairs.
((ooc: action or prose, I don't mind which! I just started out prose because I tend to write a goddamn essay for my intro post anyway.
also if anyone is likely to hear two trolls scrapping in or near the Communal and poke their heads in, just PM!))
Location: casualty communal lobby, and the general surrounding area.
Rating: probably at least pg-13 for potty mouths and brawling.
Time: october 22nd, HIGH NOON. or, well, sometime in the afternoon.
Description: fishboy and tholluckth have some unsettled business, for various reasons of their own. conflicting timelines abound.
It wasn't as if the challenge was anything less than completely fucking public, but Eridan decided not to tell Kerrigan about his duel before he left, much less ask her to come along. While it might have been nice having a rifle to blow a hole clean through the vile lowblood's skull, he had a feeling that trying to murder someone less than two days after he tried so hard to prove he could be a level-headed Meister might put a damper on his new budding relationship.
He had something to work for now; he just couldn't fuck this one up. Besides, this was a battle best settled troll-to-troll, royalty-to-peasantry.
The Casualty Communal lobby was no farther than a few flights of stairs down from his respiteblock, so he wasted no time stalking out and swooping down the stairs -- the elevator was unsuitably theatrical for something like this -- cape billowing impressively behind him.
Fuck, there were a lot of stairs.
((ooc: action or prose, I don't mind which! I just started out prose because I tend to write a goddamn essay for my intro post anyway.
also if anyone is likely to hear two trolls scrapping in or near the Communal and poke their heads in, just PM!))