for Imperial Saga

[areswrath]

 <1>

[Desil usually came to the pub out of habit and sometimes just to unwind.  He really needs it now by the looks of it.  Something didn't go his way and now he's in a bad mood.  He stalks up to the bar and sits down, turning his head to the side to glare at anyone who looks his way.  Barking his order at the bartender, he drums his fingers anxiously against the edge of the bar while he waits.  He downs his drink quickly and shoves the empty glass back for another round.  Halfway through that one, someone catches his attention and he sets his glass back down.]

You look familiar.  Didn't I tell you to never let me see you again?

<2>

[It's turning out to be a rather boring evening.  He's only content to just sit back and mind his own business for so long.  That thing of yours?  Desil just took it and now he's turning it over to look at it from different angles.  Whatever it is, he's more interested in it than anything else.  Better hope it's not breakable.  He doesn't seem to be handling it with much care.]

<3>

[Out in the courtyard of the estate, Desil finds a bench to sit down.  The duel is over and it was a close match.  Win or lose, he's been injured and scowls down at the blood on his hand and arm where he was cut.  It stings, but his pride hurts more.  If only he hadn't made that one misstep.  Fingering the rip in his sleeve, he frowns.]

Dammit.  Look what you've done.

Comments

3 also HELL YES DESIL

[second_destiny]

[Oh, don't worry, Desil. The victor looks just as annoyed as you, and is pretty winded himself. Consider yourself lucky that this was just a tournament or he'd have been aiming to kill.]

It was a fight. These things happen when you leave an opening.

ehehehe

[areswrath]

[Looking down at his hand, he clenches it into a fist. It's all he can do to keep from lashing out. As much as he'd like to throttle him, people are watching and he still has another couple rounds left.]

This isn't over. You'll be going home with much worse.

[second_destiny]

What, you think we'll meet again in the tournament?

[areswrath]

I intend to win.

[He was doing so well until this guy came along. It wouldn't take much to set him off at this point. He grits his teeth, glowering as he dwells on his defeat.]

[second_destiny]

You're not gonna win if you keep slipping up like you did.

[areswrath]

Don't count on it.

[Desil stands, glaring down at him. That wouldn't happen again, he would make sure of it.]

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[thirdtimesthechar]

You know, that's a bit dangerous...

[Char is looking awfully chill for someone who just had his magic sword stolen off the table by some kid.]

Are you a swordsman, or do you just like blades for the aesthetics?

[areswrath]

[He ignores the warning. It might be dangerous, but he knows what he's doing.]

It just so happens I am. Interesting blade you've got.

Is this teenage Desil or middle age Desil? It's Gundam Age so I can't tell

[thirdtimesthechar]

It's a unique magical item. It's got a few tricks, for people with the talent...

[Which it almost feels like this guy might have.]

middle age. cryostasis doesn't help either

[areswrath]

[Sounds like something he wouldn't mind having for himself. Too bad it's not likely he'll be too keen on letting him take it.]

Tricks you say?

[thirdtimesthechar]

I can channel mana into floating copies of the blade. It takes a natural magical connection to do that - one I've only seen in a few people. Otherwise, it's just a very nice saber.

[areswrath]

[He eyes the sword with envy, wondering how to make it work.]

Hm, where did you get it?

[thirdtimesthechar]

It was forged specifically for me.

[It's good to be the king.]

You know, if you want to stand far back and give it a try...

[areswrath]

Well in that case...

[He certainly can't resist an offer like that. Moving back, he wants to prove that he can and begins to focus his mana.]

[thirdtimesthechar]

[Because I am a fan of crossovers like this, two glowing ephemeral copies of the sword blade immediately pop up on either side of Desil.]

Interesting...

[areswrath]

[He grins when he sees that it worked and holds up the blade to have a look.]

How about that. I've got to get me one of these.

[thirdtimesthechar]

What are your thoughts on fighting Rift monsters? I could use another soldier who can channel magic like that naturally, and I'm sure I could find something for you in my armory.

[areswrath]

I could handle that. [Sounds like fun to him. And if he gets a shiny new weapon, how can he resist?]

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[holds_up_walls]

[Lyle had just walked into the pub to get his own drink. He had seen Desil there, but he didn't particularly care. He just glances over when Desil addresses him]

Yeah. So?

[areswrath]

I made myself pretty damn clear. Maybe you're just too dense to realize who you're dealing with.

[So much for a relaxing evening. This isn't something he's just going to ignore.]

[holds_up_walls]

Are you sure you did because I'm still here. And you don't know who you are dealing with.

[He just goes back to ignoring him for the moment, not concerned in the least]

[areswrath]

Who do you think you are?

[His attitude is really pissing him off. He won't be ignored like that.]

[holds_up_walls]

Lyle Dylandy. Who do you think you are?

[He's smirking to himself, still not looking at Desil]

[areswrath]

Major Desil Galette. I happen to be a big deal around here, so you ought to remember that if you know what's good for you.

[Fine, he'll go back to his drink. See if he cares.]

[holds_up_walls]

Major huh? [Lyle finally gets his drink and takes a sip] More like a major pain in the-

[And then something falls and obscures his last word. So how much he respects his authority?]

[areswrath]

[What was that? He slams his fist down on the bar.]

I've had it with you!

[holds_up_walls]

[Now Lyle looks over at him]

Oh?

[areswrath]

[Now he's gone and made him mad. He stands up and grabs Lyle by the collar.]

Are you trying to start something? Get out.

[holds_up_walls]

[Lyle pretty much has no choice but to stand up]

Not trying to start something. You're the one with the issue with me.

[areswrath]

The issue is your inability to listen. Perhaps I need to make an example of you.

[He stares him down, his grip tightening on his shirt.]

[holds_up_walls]

Last I saw you didn't own this pub so there's no reason I should. [He's still smirking, waiting for him to strike out]

[areswrath]

[He warned him and he's not someone who doesn't follow through on his threats. Pulling him by the shirt, he aims to slam him down on the bar.]

[holds_up_walls]

[Lyle twists around to keep from getting slammed full force into the bar. At the same time, he also swings his leg out with the aim to knock him down]

[areswrath]

[He sees it coming and is able to step aside to avoid him and counters with a knee to the ribs. He laughs, taunting him.]

[holds_up_walls]

[...Ow. That definitely smarts. He coughs winded for just a moment. Then he attempts to retaliate with a sucker punch to the jaw]

[areswrath]

[Unable to dodge that one, he catches the punch instead. He doesn't let go of his fist and twists his arm. He's really getting cocky now.]

You might as well give up.

[holds_up_walls]

[Oh shit. As Desil twist his arm, he has to move with it or get his arm broken]

Fine, I give.

[areswrath]

[He lets him go and shoves him away.]

Better go while you have the chance.

[holds_up_walls]

[Lyle nods, then picks up his drink and throws it at Desil before he turns and bolts out of the pub]