Glimmer Straight and Clear (for Andy)

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Re: Glimmer Straight and Clear (for Andy)

Post by Matty » March 17th, 2017, 1:02 pm

Omg Nate Nate grinned down at his new friend. “I’m not an Accepted, I still have lessons with the blade.” The man wasn’t sure that any of these blades qualified as an actual weapon he had any training in… they weren’t all that hygienic. No matter, he would make do with what was there.

Their opponents didn’t look up to much. Sure, they might be fairly sturdy fellows, but then so was Nate, and Alrim had his Drin training to give him the edge. Nate wasn’t worried, he was pretty excited as he took up a blade and figured that it didn’t matter how mucky it might be, because he wasn’t going to be hitting himself with it. These men sure looked confident, but that wouldn’t last for long and they were going to need some sterilised cloths for their cuts after all was said and done…

Alrim singled out the one with the axe, letting Nate have the sword wielder, and for that he was silently grateful. He was much more experienced with other sword users after all, and as he hoisted his weapon in his left hand Nate got the feeling that their opponents were quickly realising they were more than just pretty boys from the Tower. “Alright then trolloc-breath, let’s get this over with,” he said, smirking as Alrim squared off elsewhere. Neither man moved as Alrim and the axe-wielder worked their weapons, and Nate was appropriately impressed by his friend’s skill. Unfortunately so was the swordsman, and there was a look in his eyes that warned Nate that there would be trouble for Alrim if he got too close. This wasn’t supposed to be 2 vs 1 either, so Nate went on the offensive with his own blade held high.

Blade his blade and Nate pressed the advantage, moving his opponent backwards. His greasy face twisted with surprise and then concentration as he discovered the Dedicated was more than just talk, not that he was an expert but he clearly knew how to not cut his own arm off. “Okay so,” he said conversationally, out of breath but grinning, “if he’s Bells and I’m Brawn, then what are you? Beer belly? Boar-face?” He chortled at the man’s reaction and made a neat swipe that cut the man’s arm, just on the bicep. Not a deep cut, Nate didn’t plan on killing him after all, just enough to make him wince and reconsider his hold on his own weapon. Nate moved backwards quickly for a man of his build and waited in a defensive stance, ready for anything.

“He cheated! He channelled!” the man objected, throwing his blade down in a tantrum.

“Uhhh, no I didn’t,” Nate said. “Does this mean you’re out?”

“I ain’t fighting no cheater!” the man spat.

“Pick your weapon up and carry on. I’d rather you lost properly rather than because you’re a poor sport,” Nate said. “You can do it. Come at me!” He patted his chest and lowered his weapon, goading the man into action.

The crowd didn’t respond to the accusations – perhaps they had heard the like before. Besides which, Nate definitely didn’t channel. They said and watched, some of them calling for Boar-Face to take the blade up again and fight like a man, etc etc.

A couple of drops of rain began to fall from the sky as the man finally took the weapon up and went at Nate, more passion behind his swings but with them, a new recklessness that told Nate he was going to have to end this quickly for the sake of everyone involved. Parry. Disarm. Disable. Nate moved methodically, once there was the opening, and now that the blade was knocked out of his hand properly, Boar-Face did not look best pleased. Oh well. Nate gave the man a shove and he fell backwards out of the ring. That was that really.

“Alright, that was no challenge. Where’s the ale and then Bells and I want some real opposition, none of these drunk layabouts, alright?” he demanded of the people around them, that confident smirk still on his face as Bells took good care of his axe-wielder. Nate wasn’t going to intervene there, the Drin could clearly take care of himself. Instead he soaked up the jeers and cheers of the crowd, making a beckoning motion for someone to pass him some ale. He wasn’t here for a show, he was here for a good time and some cheap drinks. Free drinks were even better.
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Re: Glimmer Straight and Clear (for Andy)

Post by Andy » March 18th, 2017, 3:17 pm

The brute charged at him, swinging wildly and shouting his rage. It was haphazard and foolish though difficult to counter. As such Alrim sidestepped, deflected, sidestepped, ducked and kicked out at the man’s knee. He fell to one knee and thrust the axe head forwards to try for more space. Alrim parried and rasped the edge of his rusty blade across the man’s forearm to the accompanying scream. First blood and then second when he twisted his wrist to reverse the stroke to scratch across the others chest. He stepped back and smiled.

“Give in yet?” he asked, watching him get back to his feet with a dark cast to his features.

Distraction came then with the calling of cheat, his head whisked around to the sound of bells, a mistake as his opponent closed the gap and Alrim barely got his blade up in time to block and force it sideways. His knee came up into the man’s gut to double him over and followed with a punch to the jaw with the hilt of the blade. The man slumped and the axe was kicked away. The drops fell onto his shoulders and he looked at Nate.

“Rain indeed, how did you know?” he asked as he took a cup or two of what was offered and basked in the glory of the crowd, drinking all the time, “make it interesting now, these two didn’t even touch us. And these weapons, burn me, are a danger to themselves” he remarked sourly.

There was some hurried discussion down with the bet takers, it seemed they were thinking about how much money they could make from them both. Given that they had won so easily it was likely the bets would favour their victory again. If Alrim had been running it, and he had helped run a few in his day, then he would make sure they lost and make a lot of gold by betting the odds. He frowned, this wasn’t going to be pretty at all he thought. His fears were confirmed moments later.

“Challenge is it?” the ring leader grinned at them both mockingly, “alright. Fair’s fair. You got guts and skills lads, no doubt. But Light willing have you gots stamina too? Eh? Two versus two again, only this time better fighters. And when they fall another two will replace them. Total of four. You think you’re all that, prove it”

“No breaks?”

“No breaks”

“Rules the same?”

“Same as they can be” the man spread his hands affably as Alrim looked at Nate, they both nodded.

“Fine, but if we win we get paid. Drinks, food. Much as we can muster. You’re making coin right?”

“Done lads! Done! Come on fighters, gets ready now!”

Alrim finished his cups and leaned into Nate to speak softly.

“Quick finish on the first two then we can take our time. Not sure if they will make the next fight fair anymore if we win either. They’ve got that gleam in their eyes, bloody scammers. You good?”
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Re: Glimmer Straight and Clear (for Andy)

Post by Matty » March 18th, 2017, 11:42 pm

Nate hai Nate was by no means a weapons master, but even a blind man could see these weapons were sub-par. At Alrim's wry assessment of them he just nodded his head, bemused. "No cuts at least?" he said, "good job. Don't want to have to remove a limb after it gets infected from one of these things."

Standing there with Alrim, Nate realised that it really was raining now. That itch on his nose that he couldn't quite scratch was gone, and he looked up at the sky with more of a tension in his shoulder blades than anything else. "Rain huh," he remarked. "I dunno, it just felt like it?" He held a hand out to get a feel for how heavy it was, "this is light. It's gonna get worse." This he simply knew.

But before they could get into more detail, the little club had something in mind for Nate and Alrim. A 2 vs 4 match, with no break between? Nate was a good fighter, but this sounded dangerous. There was little doubt to Nate that they were looking for the two of them to fluff up somehow, and the people here would be delighted by it. An underdog was great, but a competent person being overthrown was even more amusing. You laughed at healthy men falling in the street, not little old ladies. This was going to be tough, and they were set up for failure, but Nate didn't do losing. He didn't do coming second. He was also appropriately buoyed by the prospect of free food and as much drink as he could handle.

Alrim spoke softly with his advice, grumbling about scammers all the while, but Nate was not feeling quite so subtle. Subtlety was not the name of this game and there was nothing he had to say that nobody else could hear. "Don't you worry about it Bells," he said jovially, clasping his back. "I'm good for ten rounds against these kids. Get their lazy asses to land outside the ring and we'll be drinking as much ale as we want in no time." Nate grinned as he gave the surrounding audience a good look, not at all put off by a crowd. Indeed there were more people here now, no doubt drawn by the allure of more competent fighters and their unpredictable odds. Nate felt the dampness of his shirt, something that would only worsen over time, but channelling around these fellows would give them an excuse to disqualify him, so it was best to not do that.

Their first pair of fighters were a little more on the ball than their predecessors. Nate looked on as they stepped into the ring, similar to Alrim in height and build. Both had their own weapons, swords of a more cared-for calibre than the ones Nate and Alrim held. Well! That was just rude, but whatever made them feel they stood a chance...

"Bells and Brute vs. Elroy and Stump! Then straight after, The Tank and The Crusher! Go!" The commentator declared, and Nate raised his sword into a defensive stance. "You go for the blondie, I'll take the redhead," he told Alrim. "Let's get this over with!"

The man with the reddish hair had a look of competence about him, and the way he held his blade said he was confident in how to use it. Nate just grinned and took up his preferred rusty blade. Better to be nicked by a clean tool than a dirty one, not that he planned on getting poked any time soon. His body had enough orifices already thank you kindly. "Let's do it Ginger," he said as he moved in to spar. The defensive stance was used to lure the man in, and the sudden switch to the offensive took him by surprise as intended. Nate grinned, mostly teeth, as he pressed forwards and forced Ginger backwards with each thrust and parry he made, deliberately moving into his space and controlling the fight. Sure, the man was more competent and he had some twists and tucks of his own to move around Nate, but the Dedicated met them and moved with them, light on his feet in spite of his bulk.

The rain fell steadily and dramatically on them, so by the time Nate had Ginger on the edge where he wanted him, his shirt was sticking to his torso and feeling somewhat restrictive. No time to do anything about that, Nate lifted a boot and took the man square in the stomach, knocking him back and out of the ring....

... and as soon as he did, The Tank made himself known.
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Re: Glimmer Straight and Clear (for Andy)

Post by Andy » March 19th, 2017, 11:13 am

He had to laugh, Nate was so outspoken it went beyond foolishness and into a realm of its own where the rules didn’t seem to apply. It was infectious indeed but the voice at the back of his mind told him to stay wary. No one liked to lose, the betting master least of all. This turn of events - 4 fighters - told him that they were serious. As they stepped opposite, better weapons in hand and smirks on their lips, Alrim knew his instincts were right. They had to end this fight early or face difficulties. If they were to continue their fighting beyond they would also need better weapons too, he noted.

“Let’s have it out then” he spat to the side of the ring and settled into an offensive stance with a frown of concentration.

As Nate shifted about with the redhead Alrim stepped forwards into the blonde’s personal space fast enough to catch him off guard. He managed to get in a slice that skimmed his jerkin, cutting it but not hitting flesh as the man stepped backwards. Blades met several times, shifting upwards, downwards, circling each other as guards were tested. The man lunged and Alrim twisted, pivoting and bringing his elbow up to smack into blondie’s nose, stunning him and forcing him backwards. A punch followed but didn‘t put him out, having to step back from a wild swinging of his sword in response.

Alrim settled into a defensive stance, blade angled down and hilt at head height. It lured the man in, blocking his blade he let it lower, controlling the attack away but using the force to circle his blade around so the edge met the man’s neck. Not hard, but enough to see he had been matched before he shoved him bodily out of the ring to the jeers of the crowd.

“You alright Brute?” he asked, stepping back to come almost back to back with the man as the new challengers came into the ring.

One was truly a giant, taller and broader even than Nate - The Tank. He wielded what looked like a giant mat cleaver and a small buckler - he was smart that much was immediately noticeable. Crusher had a morning star of sorts, it was one handed and looked custom made, it’s spikes more like hooks at first glance. This was going to get dicey, he decided, and he would prioritise Nate’s safety over his own. He was a friend but he was also a channeller, it was what Alrim was trained to do. The two new men circled them both, keeping to edge of the ring as they did so, they had fought many times by their ease of gait and relaxed confidence.

“Nice, a breather,” he whispered to himself as his eyes followed them and his feet stepped to try to keep them from coming in from the sides, Nate moved with him too, “which you want Brute? Tank of Crusher?”

As it happened it would be neither at first, they both rushed in at the same time, Nate and Alrim pivoting and weapons meeting in the middle of everyone, the blocks interlocking into something more amusing than threatening. The Tank began to chuckle and Alrim laughed too, they all did - for a moment. Alrim kicked at Crusher to push him away the same time as Tank shoved him with his buckler. As for Nate, he was hitting and getting hit too. They all stepped back and squared off.

This will be...interesting he told himself as he shook his head free of stars and settled down again.
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Re: Glimmer Straight and Clear (for Andy)

Post by Matty » March 19th, 2017, 10:25 pm

Totes Nate This was where it got challenging. The mood of the ring changed, or maybe it was just Nate's attitude shifting. It was one thing to say "bring it on!" but when it was brung, well, Nate rather wished he was as big and built as The Tank, so he might at least hold his own in a battle of strength. As it was he was going to have to rely on his quick feet and not getting hit by that bloody weapon. Light!

"Bloody ashes, I want neither of them!" he told Alrim as they stood back to back, ready to take on the two men. They moved in a circle, watching, waiting, ready to strike or be struck. "Whichever. I don't plan on being pulped any time soon..."

What happened next was an epic clash of men and weapons as all four were brought together in a big truce. These men could crush Bells with their feet. I hope he doesn't get hurt! But soon after that Nate was too busy being batted around the ring like a rag doll to take much notice of his friend. Nate had to back off with each swing of that great maul from The Tank, and there was no shame in being afraid of getting hit by that thing. His rusty sword was never going to stand up against this weapon! Nate put his sword up in a show of parrying but he was more dodging the slow, powerful swings than actually fighting.

He thought to get in close and personal, too close to be hit by the maul, but The Tank just grunted and smacked him upside the head with the buckler and sent him reeling back again. He was bloody strong. Think, Nate! You can't take him out with your sword or with Saidin, but he's slow, and you're smart. Think of something! He tumbled back and landed on his behind as he lost his balance, scrambling to a seated position as he looked up at the weapon looming overhead. That was when he had his idea.

Nate rolled aside as the maul slammed so hard into the ground next to him that the Dedicated vibrated. But not to be deterred, in this moment of inertia he grabbed onto the maul, curled his arms around it and straddled it with his thick legs as well.

The Tank was strong, but he couldn't lift a maul with a Nate on it.

"Burn you!" the man snarled, jiggling the maul to try and shake Nate off. "Remove thyself!"

"Not a chance!"

The Tank couldn't even reach down to slap him with his buckler again, lest he let go completely. The crowd booed, chortled and jeered in equal measure, but the end result was inevitable - The Tank had to let go of his weapon. Instantly Nate shoved it forwards and scrambled to catch up, grabbing it and turning in time to see the Tank being thrown a greatsword. Ohhhhh now you've jumped out of the frying pan right into the fire. Good going Nate. But now... he had a new weapon.

Nate hoisted the maul in both hands, surprised and pleased that he was able to lift it, but it was only in order to parry a strike from the greatsword.

"I'm going to kill you, in or out of the ring," The Tank growled.

"You can bloody well try!" Nate responded, more of a squeak than he would have liked it to be.

There was a look shared between The Tank and The Crusher. It was brief, but it was all they needed. The pair had worked together under several assignments, some legal, some not so legal. And in the ring, there were very few rules about what did and didn't fly.

Bells had been holding his own better than Nate as far as anyone could tell. But in that moment The Crusher moved around fluidly, naturally making his way so he was heading closer to where Nate was standing, locked with The Tank. Nate was straining hard, doing his best to hold the position, unaware of the other man making his way over, preparing to attack the distracted Dedicated with his custom made device of death.

"Look out!" It was a shout from Alrim, and suddenly Nate was being thrown sideways and backwards as his bell-haired friend intercepted between him, just where The Tank and The Crusher were both preparing their assault on the Dedicated. The Drin was able to block the frankly terrifying morningstar, but the greatsword came down and sliced along his back, from the shoulderblade almost all the way down. Red sprang from the long wound, and Nate let out a shout of alarm from where he had fallen with the maul.

"Alrim!"

Nate pulled himself to his feet again, but he was well aware that upon landing, he had come out on the wrong side of the ring to take part any more. This left an injured Alrim in the ring with two strong fighters, and Nate did not like this at all. "You should call the match. He's injured!" Nate told the referee. All he got was a smirk and a shake of the head. Bloody conmen, dirty bloody fighters and their cheating ways getting Alrim injured!... I don't care what the rules say. He sought the void and seized Saidin, looking to anyone else like he was watching with worry on his face, but really he was ready to do whatever it took to help Alrim without being accused of cheating. Shifting the ground just a little bit underfoot when one of the men stepped. Nudging a good shot aside a little. A flick of Air at the hands on the weapons. Nate walked over to his coat, stripping off his wet shirt ready to use as a bandage for his friend, and tugging the coat on over his body and leaving the buttons undone. He tore into the cloth with a growl, imagining each tear to be him ripping The Tank clean in half for hurting Alrim.
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Re: Glimmer Straight and Clear (for Andy)

Post by Andy » March 19th, 2017, 10:47 pm

It was a difficult bout, that much he was realising as blows were exchanged. His rusty weapon was barely holding together as the blows were exchanged. He was relying mostly upon getting in a few punches and kicks on the Crusher when he could, the man was getting bruised and slowing, though blood only streamed around the broken nose. As for himself he had avoided most injuries though he had a nice set of bruises along his left forearm where he had blocked the hilt dead on to stop a worse hit. He had to end this quick.

These lot mean to kill us, no doubt about it they aren’t holding back. Burn the rules! Nate and me matter more he told himself as he parried, sliced Crusher’s torso and stepped back.

What happened next, he would swear until his dying, happened in slow motion. Crusher and Tank looked at each other and Alrim already knew what was going to happen, he had rigged fights and knew that look. Elimination, through any means. Crusher went for Nate and with a reaction he would never have done a year ago he put himself between the bastards and Nate. Sword blade deflected blunt but not sharp, pain blossomed across his back as air rushed out of his chest and eyes widened as he hit the floor and rolled, warmth seeping across his back and pooling as he looked up, dazed.

“Alrim!” he heard Nate through the fog of pain, "You should call the match. He's injured!" came next.

Oh Nate...that’s not how it works. Never works...how you want it to. No...rules...for illegals he thought to himself sadly, fractured by pain.

As the two closed in he tested what he could move, he seemed okay, the wound - whatever it was - was clearly muscular and not skeletal. He could have cried for that fact alone but needs had to served first. Play dead, that was the thing. Let them think they had won. Fingers twitched upon the hilt of his last defence and knee crooked ever so slightly. Shadows of son’s of whores approached.

“Teach you Tower folk, thinking you all better. Burn your eyes you litt-” he got not further because Alrim’s blade bit into his groin deeply, painfully and all to satisfyingly for the Drin. Feet lashed out and kicked the Tank, or rather guided him, out of the ring.

The rest happened quickly but painfully, likely making his wounds worse, as he kicked the back of Crusher’s knee and smacked him in the face with sword hilt as he fell, the flaming thing shattering into the bastard’s face as the lights went out - deserved it. Over, it was over. Nate was safe.

He passed out, face down, from the pain.
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Re: Glimmer Straight and Clear (for Andy)

Post by Matty » March 20th, 2017, 9:12 pm

Ermagurd Nate What happened next was completely unexpected to Nate. It was a real underdog victory, the sort that spat in the faces of every man and woman there who voted for The Tank and The Crusher. They thought their victory was assured, but they took on a dog in a corner and he bit back.

Of course, he wasn't working alone. Perhaps Nate had offered a bit of assistant, a gentle push in the right direction was Air... but that was a secret that would die with him.

And it certainly didn't stop him from letting out a loud "whoop!" of celebration at the victory, because winning was the best and Nate was quite a fan of it. The rest of the crowd was slower on the uptake, clearly not sure what to do with this turn of events, but Nate didn't care two figs for them. He was alive (with a fair few bruises, mind), and so was Alrim. Sort of. He was still lying on the floor, never a good sign.

The Mayener made his way to the ring, carrying the scraps from his shirt as well as Alrim's discarded coat, and there and then he took control. Still holding Saidin, Nate used it to lift his friend in the air and set him on a makeshift table of cloudy Air, covering them with an umbrella of it the size of the arena itself.

"He's channelling! He cheated! Swore one of the men in the crowd, sour-faced.

"I'm channelling to patch up my friend here. And so help me if any of you get in my way I will set you on fire, there's no rules out of the fight." Nate gave the man a glower until he sullenly shuffled away, before unceremoniously flipping Alrim onto his front and tearing his shirt off. Ew. There was a lot of blood, it was one of those cuts that didn't really enjoy being there and bled a lot in protest. Nate was no Healer, but he figured he could just... like... tie a load of rags around it until the bleeding stopped, yeah? Er, maybe not. "Who's the doctor around here? Come here." Nate beckoned with a finger for the weasel-faced man with a bag to make his way over. "Leave The Tank alone, there's no fixing that and really he doesn't need any offspring. Sort out Bells here and you can have some of my ale."

The man, Herbert, took out some mossy clumps of green. Nate wrinkled his nose but watched as he rubbed it into the injury down his back. "Shallow, probably leave a scar," he said as he worked. "This'll keep the blood in and help it heal over. Maybe get one of you channeller types to patch it back up afterwards, no?" Herbert took the rags with thanks and set them down, instead taking out a needle and thread.

"What are you doing?!" Nate yelped.

"Stitching him up sonny, what does it look like?" Herbert began to do just that with precision and grace, but Nate couldn't watch. He stepped around to Alrim's front and crouched down, looking at his face. He wasn't in pain, at least Nate hoped he wasn't.

"You've got this bro, hang in there. You'll be up and at 'em in no time and then you can have all the ale and pie you want. You saved my hide! I'd fistbump you but... you're unconscious right now." Nate sighed and rested his forehead on Alrim's shoulder, listening to the rain pattering from the top of his makeshift shelter, and Herbert's mutterings as he tied up Alrim's injury. Alrim would be fine, he was a tough bloke, and then they would enjoy the rest of their evening.
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Re: Glimmer Straight and Clear (for Andy)

Post by Andy » March 20th, 2017, 10:16 pm

Alrim 'Chopping Board' Farshera
Darkness, all around. No, not darkness, there was a very faint, dim purple kind of light around. Almost throbbing at the walls of wherever this accursed place was. Tunnels, myriad tunnels, all meeting up at junctions where eight of them met. Octagonal stones were the construction and it gave Alrim dark thoughts, shadowy fears and the sense that he was not quite a normal person if here running through this place. Run and run, he always ended up the same place.

A large room, a cavern almost, with a slab in the middle and the pitter patter sound of oblivion in the distance. It grew louder and he panicked, turning this way and that, trying to tell where it came from. Suddenly something smashed into him and dozens of...things danced upon his back to the growing insistence of rising pain.

“Ow. Ow! OW!” he screamed


And his eyes flew open, flicking this way and that. The first thing that went though his mind was that he was clearly insane, then he hoped that no one had done to him what he had done to the Tank. Words and something resting on his shoulder...Nate? Sounded like Nate. Words, what words? Oh. yes. The traditional words for young men with fewer wits than courage. His fist came up and tapped against the man’s jaw.

“Nate, I want you to know something,” he murmured, “you’re alright, anytime, and I do like you but for the Love of the Light...get your hair out of my teeth” he spat the stray fibres out as the giant shifted.

The next thing he noticed was that he was floating and that he smelled terrible! Then the pain came and he hissed inwards at what he could only presume was a needle. His back felt slightly numbed, for which he was thankful. Still nothing quite felt the same as something stitching you back together. He winced each time and the waiting between the piercing was just as bad. A distraction, that’s what he needed. Nate and drink! The fight!

“Did we win? Because I could really do with drinking as much hard stuff as I can get my hands on,” he snorted between hisses, “think you’ll have to play tavern wench for a bit. Got the...legs for it...you soft Mayener you” he grinned as best he could.

“If I ever get back to Arafel you can come tell some people about today. Won’t believe a word of it”

“There lad, now don’t go straining it. Slowly does it. And next time you want to fight here, bring your own flaming weapons and wear armour you dolts!” the healer rubbed a pain killing salve over the wound then departed and Alrim pushed himself up, slowly and with the help of the big man, his jacket draped across his shoulders.

He eyed Nate as his lack of jacket.

“You didn’t get a tumble with a lass whilst I was out did you? Bloody unfair” he sighed as the pain vanished, dulled into nothingness for now.

The stitches pulled as he tested his range of movement with a frown. He looked around and wondered if they were actually safe here.
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Re: Glimmer Straight and Clear (for Andy)

Post by Matty » March 21st, 2017, 1:20 pm

Nate 'the giant' Carridus Nate let out a laugh as Alrim stirred, much too pleased to mind the man's grumbles. He was awake! Nate would have slapped him on the back but given his current circumstances that was probably not the best idea....

"Hah! You wanna see these legs you'll have to come to my room. Or come on a trip to Mayene with me. These are the legs of a man, not some tavern wench." He was pleased though as he got to his feet, "I'll get you some ale."

Luckily the man didn't have to go far as one of the men working the bar made his way over with a tray, possibly an attempt to appease the grumpy channeller in their midst. Nate nodded at the man and had him set the tray down on a small table of Air he made - he quite liked Air, very handy for such things. "You can have a drink as soon as you're vertical my friend," he said. "And we'll have some food as well, won't we?" He raised his voice for the attention of the man who was walking away, and to his credit the fellow turned and gave a thumbs up. Nate looked to Alrim to tell him about the incoming food, but then the man was bloody trying to sit upright on his own!

"Oi!" He moved in and helped Alrim into an upright position, draping his coat over his shoulders. "None of that moving, man, you're injured. We'll get a Yellow to look at it later, but in the meantime take it easy."

With Alrim's back taken care of Nate set about changing the ring. The table Nate had made, became a hard but serviceable chair for Alrim, and Nate made one of his own. There was a table they could eat at and Nate moved the tray of ale to sit on it, handing a mug to his friend. "We sure as bloody hell flaming won, didn't we? Thanks to what you got up to there? Doesn't look like The Tank is having any Tanklets any time soon." The Dedicated smirked. "To Bells and Brawn, the best fighters in the ring!" He lifted his own mug and clanked it against Alrim's.

"And no, I didn't move. As soon as I saw you were down I came over to take care of you. My shirt's what's helping mop up your blood, I'll have you know. Besides, if I met a pretty lass here and you weren't in mortal peril, I would be gone a lot longer than you were unconscious for, let me tell you." The Dedicated smirked, and made a grand gesture as their food was brought out to them. A picnic in the fighting ring, with furniture made of air, looking out at the rain. It was a bit of an odd way to spend the evening but Nate was quite pleased with it overall, and apart from Alrim's little cut he wouldn't have changed a thing about it. Well, maybe if there were more pretty girls. But Nate hadn't been lying when he he said he would stick around and make sure Alrim was safe before doing any such thing. Afterwards was another story...

The rain continued to fall around them and Nate rubbed his nose, feeling quite content all thins considered. The feeling of impending rain passed and he had the time to really kick back and take in the scene. It wasn't cold, even to his bare torso, just a lot of rain. Though if Alrim was cold... Nate grinned and seized Saidin again, weaving a small ball of Fire and tying it off to stand over the table. "Perfect," he said, pleased with just how darn clever he was. Then it was time to take on the bread, meat and cheese provided for them.

No doubt the inn wasn't all too happy with the losses they had incurred this evening, but Nate and Alrim were having a good time and that was the main thing.
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Re: Glimmer Straight and Clear (for Andy)

Post by Andy » March 21st, 2017, 9:45 pm

It felt somewhat like her were hallucinating, that something more than flesh must have been cut in the ring, as he watched the tray float in mid air. He blinked a few times and found that it was still there. He smiled slightly as Nate helped him to a seat he could not see, which changed to a wince or five as he tried to find a comfortable way of sitting without braking hat had been done to mend him. He settled to a sideways lean upon the immaterial. Truly the One Power was a marvellous thing. He knew how it was don - air. Must have been from what he had been told be others.

“You know I can’t see the furniture right?” he asked as their cups thudded together and he downed his alcohol in one long go before taking another with a slightly awkward stretch, “usually I see more than one. A nice change”

“Bells and Brawn” he repeated and took a more measured speed of consumption for now.

He had never rally wondered how he would feel after jumping in front of a channeller to protect them, had assumed it would have happened much later in his career. At least it hadn’t been that bad, he reasoned, so the future couldn’t be that bad either. He felt weaker than before, maybe it was the blood loss. Not light headed, just...misted. His thoughts were slightly obscure to him. He focused upon Nate, listening and wondering why things weren’t awkward after the event.

I do know how to pick them don’t I? he told himself with amusement.

“Not sure there would be Tanklets anyway, he was an ugly hunk of snot,” he stated as he picked at the food, he knew he should eat but he didn’t have much appetite, “thanks for the shirt. Not sure I can give it back to you. Buy you a new one, one day” he forced some warm meat down his throat as he felt warmth blossom from above, a welcome wall that chased away the shivers.

“I think, before we get into the ring again, I’ll have to make sure we’re both better. And smarter. Still...at least I got something to attract some skirt, eh?” he chuckled and thumbed towards his back.

He didn’t say anything as he watched the raindrops, he still didn’t know how Nate knew it was going to rain. Maybe it was the One Power. He simply nodded at the word perfect, he agreed despite the obvious. Either way he had made a friend and a name for himself, few people did both in one evening.

“You know I still blame you for the rain, right?”

Soon enough they would make their way back to the Tower, find a Yellow and hope whatever explanation they could come up with was believed and there were no recriminations. Soon enough there would be time to more shared adventures . For now, though, he simply enjoyed the company of the giant and did his best to keep up with the conversation.
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