Dual EP!

[srspirate]

There is a raucous ruckus. A HORRIBLE crash. A scuffling, a clashing, a scraping and grunting. There is....

Music? Lots of music! And two men, laughing and jeering.

"Pustular abscess!"

"French dog!"

"Have AT you!"

They couldn't possibly still be at this, could they

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[agloriousthing]

"I have you!"

The Pirate King shouts as he leaps from a table towards Porthos.

[srspirate]

"Hardly!"

For a portly Frenchman, he can tuck and roll quite superbly.

"Ha HA!"

Beware the grappling hook, so-called Pirate King!

[agloriousthing]

The grappling hook is dodged as the Pirate King leaps over Porthos to swing on something and lunge once more.

[srspirate]

"You have not the mettle to best me!"

Porthos is on his feet in an instant, imitating what might best be likened to an Irish step dance as he swings his sword.

[mogget_cat]

There's a yowl and hiss from about ankle-height as someone's fancy footwork treads on someone's tail.

Don't trip!

[agloriousthing]

(OOC: Do you want one or both?)

The Pirate King jumps from the yowl, its a surprisingly elegant move and grabs a passing hanging lamp as he parries Porthos.

[srspirate]

Porthos is... slightly less elegant. But, it should be said that he parries and thrusts with all the grace of the most accomplished swordsman while his feet are veritably coming out from underneath him.

...Hey! It is the one-eyed cat creature from a year past!

"Little rodent, there is a battle ensuing here!"

[mogget_cat]

"Who are you calling a rodent, ungainly ape!" hisses the cat, still sore over his trodden-on tail.

Once he gets his feet under him, there are teeth coming for the nearest ankle, whomsoever it may belong to.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart just leans on the bar and watches them be very silly.

[srspirate]

"Ha HA!"

Porthos has the upper hand ... until he doesn't, of course.

One Frenchman, flouncing your way, Urquhart!

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart catches him from behind.

"Hello," he says, to the back of the man's hat.

[srspirate]

It's a rather large hat. With a rather large feather.

(BUT PORTHOS HAS NOTHING TO PROVE!)

"Good evening," he nods, all respectability in the phrase. "You wouldn't happen to have a good wine at hand, would you?"

[weplayparts]

Their dueling comes close to upturning a table - and the drink resting on top of it that just so happens to belong to the redheaded woman sitting there.

"Do you mind?"

[agloriousthing]

The Pirate King turns to her and bows as he parries Porthos,

"Forgive me, my dear. This boorish Frenchman insists on fighting. Can I apologize with a kiss?"

[weplayparts]

She quickly glances toward her drink to ensure nothing important was spilled, then leans back in her chair and fixes him with a fleeting smirk.

"Is that how you apologize to all the girls?"

[agloriousthing]

"I am the Pirate King," The music rises around him,

"And I've never gotten any complaints,"

This is a lie, but his kisses are rather glorious if he does say so himself.

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy, in his usual style, was hiding under the table trying not to get hurt.

Except somehow, possibly by means of Bar, he now has a sword in his hand.

[srspirate]

He'll hear the stomp of boots above his head, the clash of swords, the terrible grisly sounds of battle, a laugh --

And then Porthos comes crashing to the floor.

Peering through his legs, he spots the hunkering doctor.

"Oh, hello."

[guppy_sandhu]

"Hi." Guppy squeaks, clears his throat, and tries not to look like a frightened rabbit.

"What's going on?"

[srspirate]

"A battle to the death!" he bellows.

And then, with a laugh, lowers his tone.

"As if this one could truly offer me any challenge!"