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

[skaikru]

Darcy, babe, you willingly walked onto a knife point and denied medical treatment afterwards... Everyone's an idiot sometimes, but this moment reeks more of a distinct violation of the girl code. A small one; not life or death hanging in the balance, but pride winces and confidence in others falters.

Fine, then.

Her fingers are still entwined around the barrel of the antiquated gun. Fervent sky blue in her irises flattens to matte, and wordlessly Clarke extends her arm to drop the matchlock weapon to the ground of the sports deck. Up to Oda to catch it, or else let it bounce and clatter across floorboards and really play with gun safety.

[konpeito_aji]

Oh, he catches it. Not because of gun safety which is like CENTURIES past his time, and inapplicable in Hell, where they purposely maim and disfigure themselves for honor, (Nobunaga doesn't, because fuck your honor) but because it's his baby and he cherishes it. It does, of course, free her neck since he'll use both hands to safely catch it.

He should try not to gloat. Maybe.

He's gonna do it anyway. "Perhaps the gods will favor you next time." Get it? Because gods are fake. And his enemy. He'll go to war with the whole lot of them. "Oh, but don't think I'll forget my promise." To teach her, to show her, to drag her out shooting with him. Good job Clarke, you got an adopted warlord big bro forever.

[saltwaterlungs]

"Alright- Clarke, I don't know what sort of bullshit was happening here, but start shit like that again and you're out. Lobster boy-"

She angles a finger at him.

"I didn't think I'd have to put a fucking 'no sexual harassment' rule in but apparently I should've. Keep it in your pants or find somewhere else to train."

[skaikru]

Free of fingers digging into her spine and rooting her in place, Clarke takes several quick steps out of easy arm's reach, which brings her a lot closer to Darcy — like ducking gunfire magnetically draws you towards something stable and shielding. There's a brief look of absolute insult (me? start things I can't finish? never) but no outward argument. Her shoulders remain high and hunched, not quite free of the sensation of being trapped.

Sometimes intervention is the best exit point though. So casting a flat, haughty look back at Nobunaga, and giving Darcy a nod — acknowledgement, agreement with her sentence, thanks — she'll subsequently move to exit the conversation entirely. And the club gathering, making a languid beeline for the stairs with carefully measured steps.

[konpeito_aji]

Nobunaga just stares at Darcy, completely dumb-founded, and missing Clarke's exit entirely.

"I don't understand. What is--?" He mentally reviews the entire discussion he had with Griffin. "How was it any way sexual?"

OH WAIT! Yeah no, NOW he remembers, when Clarke asked for his gun, and he told her take it. Pfffft.

Can he even begin to explain that one? This is why he needs his 5 nannies.

"I am not sexually attracted to the young Griffin." That's reassuring, right?? "I wanted to see how far her boldness extends." A nod. True, and that was how she earned her reward. "But you are right, I will keep my weapons sheathed and holstered from now on." Anything below the waist ayyyy.

[saltwaterlungs]

It's a very good thing that he remembered, because he was about to get asked the same question about misjudging her intelligence. She's a fencer, she reads body language like second nature, and 'hey touch my dick' is a pretty easy gesture to read. Any protectiveness she has in Clarke's direction is solely and specifically as a friend and not because she was stepping in as a butch in shining armour. Shut up. She attempts to imitate the vicious authority of her mentor in her closing remarks.

"Good. Same to you as Clarke; start shit again and get kicked out."

She nods, her wrist resting on the pommel of her rapier as she stalks back to her spot on the sidelines.