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victory_road2020-10-07 07:58 pm
bravury) wrote in victory_road2020-10-07 07:58 pm
[Closed; backdated 9/14] Punch your problems away
Who: Ardbert, Estinien, and Emet-Selch
Where: Fight Club
When: 9/14, afternoon to evening idk
Summary: Booze, fights, and maybe some talking
Rating: Whatever alcohol and men beating each other up falls under
[Despite leaving Emet-Selch's house on the 9th, Ardbert hadn't actually left Goldenrod immediately like he had planned. Nothing really seemed to have gone like he planned, otherwise he wouldn't be camping on the outskirts of town with Estinien. What really had kept him in Goldenrod was a certain post he had seen earlier in the month for Fight Club and his curiosity about the bar. Had he not been drinking himself stupid he may have gotten out to see the place sooner, but alas.
It was definitely his kinda place though! Good booze, good entertainment, and good exercise should he want to sign up for a fight. It was enough of a distraction to keep him around town for a few extra days at least and today was no different. He had already had a beer or two and signed himself up for at least one fight today.]
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For Estinien:
[It's no surprise that Ardbert would sign up to fight Estinien, both of them being skilled warriors from basically the same world after all. Not that he was opposed to a random match-up either, but at least this guaranteed a good fight.
When they were finally called upon to go to the pit, Ardbert was practically buzzing with enthusiastic energy. He took a swig of beer, removed his shirt and headed straight to the ring. Was removing his shirt necessary? No, but why should that stop him and his hype. He nods with a bit of a cocky smile when he sees the other.]
Don't worry. I'll help carry you out of the ring once this is over.
Where: Fight Club
When: 9/14, afternoon to evening idk
Summary: Booze, fights, and maybe some talking
Rating: Whatever alcohol and men beating each other up falls under
[Despite leaving Emet-Selch's house on the 9th, Ardbert hadn't actually left Goldenrod immediately like he had planned. Nothing really seemed to have gone like he planned, otherwise he wouldn't be camping on the outskirts of town with Estinien. What really had kept him in Goldenrod was a certain post he had seen earlier in the month for Fight Club and his curiosity about the bar. Had he not been drinking himself stupid he may have gotten out to see the place sooner, but alas.
It was definitely his kinda place though! Good booze, good entertainment, and good exercise should he want to sign up for a fight. It was enough of a distraction to keep him around town for a few extra days at least and today was no different. He had already had a beer or two and signed himself up for at least one fight today.]
--
For Estinien:
[It's no surprise that Ardbert would sign up to fight Estinien, both of them being skilled warriors from basically the same world after all. Not that he was opposed to a random match-up either, but at least this guaranteed a good fight.
When they were finally called upon to go to the pit, Ardbert was practically buzzing with enthusiastic energy. He took a swig of beer, removed his shirt and headed straight to the ring. Was removing his shirt necessary? No, but why should that stop him and his hype. He nods with a bit of a cocky smile when he sees the other.]
Don't worry. I'll help carry you out of the ring once this is over.
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[Does he mean that he thinks he'll win, or that no matter what he'll be walking out of here on his own two legs? Could be either, really.
After they'd signed up, Estinien had scraped his hair together into a loose and messy bun at the back of his head--mostly to keep it out of his own face, if he's going to be fighting in close quarters. After a moment's pause, he also goes ahead and shucks off his shirt--after all, if someone's nose gets bloodied, he doesn't necessarily want to have to wash it out.
(Someone whistles. Estinien ignores it.)]