Pack it up, pack it in,

[saltwaterlungs]

CHARACTERS: Darcy, and YOU?!
DATE: First half of September prior to the event
LOCATION: Sports deck
SITUATION: A pirate-sponsored fight club for the sake of beating the shit out of each other bettering each other
WARNINGS: It’s a fight club. Violence is to be expected.

I came to win

Fliers go up around the ship, as they so often do. This time put up with a reasonable amount of tape and written in a much less flowery hand than people would expect, the announcement ‘FIGHT CLUB TUESDAY EVENINGS SPORTS DECK: MAKE FRIENDS AND THEN HIT THEM’.
Anyone going to the sport’s deck after 7pm for the Tuesdays before the excursion will find tennis court set up for an impromptu fight club. There’s a notebook with a pen off to one side as a sign-in sheet, and a small list of rules written in the same handwriting as the fliers.
-No killing or dying
-Respect tapping out
-If you’re learning, respect your teacher/s
-If you’re teaching, respect your student/s
-Cause problems, get kicked out

Off to the sidelines, Darcy can be found supervising, keeping an eye out for any issues.

Battle me that's a sin

In one corner is supplies for fencing and swordplay. Three protective jackets, mesh masks, and blunt training sabers in a loose pile, plus whatever weaponry people themselves supply. There’s a circular arena drawn out on the ground, with a narrower fencing piste drawn through the middle of it.

I won't ever slack up

For those more inclined to hand-to-hand combat, a couple of the punching bags from the gym have been dragged out onto the court, along with focus-pads and a couple of long strips of bandages bandages to wrap one’s hands with. An arena has been drawn out, about the right dimensions for a boxing ring.

Punk you better back up

Over on the furthest side- deliberately angled to face off the ship- there’s a makeshift shooting range consisting of a bunch of water bottles and some mannequins from the Tommy Bahama laid out as targets to shoot at. A line has been drawn on the ground, presumably to stand behind when shooting.

Try and play the role and yo the whole crew'll act up

Right in the middle of everything is an arena marked out for no clear purpose, with no equipment nearby. It can probably be presumed that this is somewhere for people to spar, or more likely, show off in front of everyone.

Comments

[crushed_pearls]

"I don't rightly know, which scares me," Erin admits in a small voice. "I know why my people were myths for thousands of years but...the rest? I can only imagine that mortals are complicit in their own ignorance. I don't like to imagine that though."

She turns her head. "Sounds like you've got feelings on this Duscur. If I'm reading you right one of your bannermen pillaged it. Sacked the towns, violated the women, whole deal? We had that back home, for...no, we still have that back home."

[prince_of_beasts]

"You would be correct." A hint of that growl, again. The whispers at the back of his skull, the hands clutching at his ankles, ash and smoke in the back of his throat. Dimitri shakes his head, dispelling the visions. "There's more to the story, but ... we shouldn't get into it. Not here." After a couple rounds of this conversation, he's learned his lesson; the whole sports deck doesn't need to hear him rant about treason and slaughter.

Dimitri shakes his head again. Subject change, before he winds up shouting anyway. "How does one catch a precognitive sorceror, then?" And ... "You mentioned an Autumn Court. Are you from the same world as Giles and Oswald?"

[crushed_pearls]

"Oh." Erin can take the hint, and uses the subject change to switch gears mentally. "Jury is out on if it's the same world but it seems to be substantially similar at least. As for the wizard, well. We thought he was one of us for awhile, my crew and I. Then when we ruled that out after four fucking years we stakes him out to test the limits of his powers. Once we figured out he only had the one trick we bought a dream prison with a succubus inside it and gave her freedom on the condition that she kill the wizard for us. He wasted away, panicking for nearly a month, and died in a hospital bed. The little prick."

She grins, feral and satisfied. Most of Liz's jobs had been bad, but that one was sweet as honey.

[prince_of_beasts]

Oof. Just like that, Dimitri’s on edge again. Not because he doesn’t understand -- no, he recognizes that vicious satisfaction all too well. It stirs in sympathy beneath his ribs, the bloody-tusked victory of destroying someone who had preyed on others with impunity. Brutally. Bitterly. Letting them suffer in desperate, terrified agony; letting them taste even a fraction of what they had wrought upon the innocent --

Dimitri’s head gets very loud, very suddenly. He twitches to shake off the shades blurring his field of vision.

“I’m glad you were able to defeat him,” he says stiffly. “Someone so willing to abuse a power like that cannot be allowed to live.”

[crushed_pearls]

"Mm. Yeah. I've turned it over in my head a bit since going down a life path with slightly less murder but," she shrugs. "You show me a wizard that deserves to live and I'll kiss you on the mouth. Well, a wizard from my joint, anyway. Sounds like yours are a bit more civic-minded."

Erin stands and dusts herself off. "I'll be here Tuesdays, youngblood. You keep well, yeah?"

[prince_of_beasts]

"It helps that our magic is just another skill. You might as well take issue with sewing or fishing. Though your order of things seems to be more common across the various worlds."

Dimitri follows Erin to her feet, picking up his sword. "And yourself. We should have a match sometime -- I'd love to see your technique firsthand. I'll be here most days, or elsewhere on the sports deck."

Look, he has other interests! It's just that this is the only one he can pursue here.