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come_sailaway2023-08-25 10:04 pm
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Entry tags:
- !event,
- bioshock 2: eleanor lamb,
- bioshock: jack,
- changeling the lost: okie,
- critical role: cassandra de rolo,
- don't starve together: maxwell,
- don't starve: wilson higgsbury,
- far cry 5: deputy pratt,
- far cry new dawn: sharky boshaw,
- fe3h: dedue molinaro,
- fe3h: dimitri alexandre blaiddyd,
- geist the sin-eaters: darcy lejeune,
- generator rex: césar salazar,
- groundhog day musical: phil connors,
- homestuck: karkat vantas,
- homestuck: nepeta leijon,
- identity v: helena adams,
- marvel comics: venom,
- mcu: ava starr,
- mcu: marc spector,
- nimona: nimona,
- original: clarissa morningstar,
- original: valdis,
- original: ylva wolfsdottir,
- original: yufei,
- overwatch: bastion e54,
- overwatch: maximilien,
- sherlock holmes: john watson,
- skulduggery pleasant: skulduggery,
- snowpiercer: edgar,
- the 100: octavia blake,
- the umbrella academy: klaus hargreeves,
- werewolf the apocalypse: ash cromwell
AUGUST EVENT: MEDIEVAL LAND FUN-TIME WORLD
[no one is manning the metal detector; Friday isn’t anywhere near it. technically, this means you could smuggle whatever you want into the excursion. but, Friday would be sad if she found out, so is it really worth it?
they pass through the metal detector to a splitting headache, a new set of medieval-inspired clothes, and a clearing in a dense forest, filled with the large tents and arenas of a European tournament grounds.
from the woods comes a man sitting on a mostly skeletal giant stag: unlike the rest of the animals, this one still has some skin left hanging on its bones, though it’s ragged and moth-bitten, hardly more than leather. the man himself is large, tall and broad, with more fat than muscle and shocks of gray in his black hair and beard. two faceless drones, black haired and dressed as pages despite being clearly older men, stand on either side of him.]
Not much to look at, are they? [the drones do not respond. his booming voice then turns onto whatever crowd has arrived first thing in the morning.] Might as well save myself the effort of the usual speech: you lot know why you’re here, and what you’re going to do. Simple as that. Not even allowed to take any quarries…
[he kicks the ribs of the stag, which turns and begins to trot back to the grounds. he doesn’t even turn over his shoulder as he continues to shout at them.]
King Robert Baratheon welcomes you to Stag’s Mire! Glory awaits you - if you’ve got the guts to take it!
[the pages stand in silence for a few moments more, faces trained on the newcomers, before they too turn to chase after their master.]
they pass through the metal detector to a splitting headache, a new set of medieval-inspired clothes, and a clearing in a dense forest, filled with the large tents and arenas of a European tournament grounds.
from the woods comes a man sitting on a mostly skeletal giant stag: unlike the rest of the animals, this one still has some skin left hanging on its bones, though it’s ragged and moth-bitten, hardly more than leather. the man himself is large, tall and broad, with more fat than muscle and shocks of gray in his black hair and beard. two faceless drones, black haired and dressed as pages despite being clearly older men, stand on either side of him.]
Not much to look at, are they? [the drones do not respond. his booming voice then turns onto whatever crowd has arrived first thing in the morning.] Might as well save myself the effort of the usual speech: you lot know why you’re here, and what you’re going to do. Simple as that. Not even allowed to take any quarries…
[he kicks the ribs of the stag, which turns and begins to trot back to the grounds. he doesn’t even turn over his shoulder as he continues to shout at them.]
King Robert Baratheon welcomes you to Stag’s Mire! Glory awaits you - if you’ve got the guts to take it!
[the pages stand in silence for a few moments more, faces trained on the newcomers, before they too turn to chase after their master.]
a bonk for Ylva and Wilson, potential thwacks for anyone else
He'll say later that he signed up to compare the two experiences, but really, it's pure indulgence, plain and simple. Something fun to do, a way to let off steam before it boils over and turns into something ugly and hateful, like the thing the Captain feels when he burns deep into his marrow. A friendly bit of bloodsport where he can work out his frustrations, guaranteed to wake up in a tent and shoved back out onto the proving grounds.
A few hits nearly land, both from him and for him, but he isn't the one who's falling here. He handles the morning star he'd picked up with carefree abandon, aiming at anybody who gets close enough to hit. He hasn't killed anybody yet, but it's inevitable. Especially if he wants to be one of the victors and get a real chance to talk to the stupid man in charge of this crap.
cw gore, also death ofc
no subject
She flings herself at Skulduggery with her shield held high, but the blow of the morning star against the wood throws her off balance, and unfortunately she is not able to recover in time to account for the second swing of the weapon.
She is down.