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victory_road2021-01-30 04:35 pm
hurricane_clown) wrote in victory_road2021-01-30 04:35 pm
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Who: Karako Pierot, Robert E. Speedwagon, Lanque Bombyx, maybe Steven Durante... maybe even YOU
Where: Fight Club, Goldenrod City
When: [vague January noises]
What: You can take a clown out of the murder planet rap cult, but you can't take the murder planet rap cult out of the clown
Warnings: He's a Troll kid but he's still a kid. So nothing worse than whatever Lanque Bombyx ends up saying or doing.
Be it known that Fight Club is not a 'child friendly' space. Bars in general tend not to be, whether or not they also host under-the-table basement brawling rings. So Karako probably stands out just a wee bit, being an anklebiter-sized, bright-eyed and barefoot young boy.
He's here this afternoon courtesy of one Robert E. Speedwagon, who is nothing if not observant enough to infer that this is somehow more Karako's kind of scene, and escorted by a massive Swanna, who doesn't appear to actually belong to anyone.
His excited energy is practically vibrating out of his body when he gets to see actual fights; the laughing and honking is a little asynchronous with the kind of barbarism on display, but in fairness, loud honking is kind of asynchronous with everything.
Look, don't worry about it. It's not like there are any murders or pornography.
Although if he gets his way and gets into the ring... just kidding, he doesn't want to try to murder anybody. He does want to fight, though. Too bad he looks maybe six years old.
Where: Fight Club, Goldenrod City
When: [vague January noises]
What: You can take a clown out of the murder planet rap cult, but you can't take the murder planet rap cult out of the clown
Warnings: He's a Troll kid but he's still a kid. So nothing worse than whatever Lanque Bombyx ends up saying or doing.
Be it known that Fight Club is not a 'child friendly' space. Bars in general tend not to be, whether or not they also host under-the-table basement brawling rings. So Karako probably stands out just a wee bit, being an anklebiter-sized, bright-eyed and barefoot young boy.
He's here this afternoon courtesy of one Robert E. Speedwagon, who is nothing if not observant enough to infer that this is somehow more Karako's kind of scene, and escorted by a massive Swanna, who doesn't appear to actually belong to anyone.
His excited energy is practically vibrating out of his body when he gets to see actual fights; the laughing and honking is a little asynchronous with the kind of barbarism on display, but in fairness, loud honking is kind of asynchronous with everything.
Look, don't worry about it. It's not like there are any murders or pornography.
Although if he gets his way and gets into the ring... just kidding, he doesn't want to try to murder anybody. He does want to fight, though. Too bad he looks maybe six years old.
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A few minutes later, Steven emerges from behind the bar, mocktail in hand, and makes his way to the gleefully honking child.
"Hey," he says. "Enjoying yourself?" He holds out the Orange Creamsicle Shirley Temple. "On the house, kiddo."