[The sun begins to set over Noctium, and Ravus makes his way to the open space behind the apartment buildings. He has no Credits yet with which to purchase a meal in the event of his defeat, but he does not plan on losing.
And with the assumption that Gladiolus is in a similar situation, it seems reasonable to assume the spoils awarded to the victor must come at a later date.
He does not see his opponent yet, but knowing how an impressive entrance can intimidate a foe, he approaches with long steps, letting his coat flare out behind him. One hand on the hilt of his saber, and no hesitation in his movements.
The light is fading from the sky, but the city lights provide illumination enough by which to fight.]
Let him try. [Ravus grumbles. He has no doubt he could intimidate the man into fleeing his presence. Civilians rarely held their ground before him.
Cor would be a little more difficult to deal with, but that is a concern for later.
The Marshall's affronted tone is a splash of water against his anger. A moment of the flames dying down, though not enough to keep them from rising just as quickly. But it marks Cor as 'not an enemy' in this particular quarrel. For now.]
I'll not repeat it.
[He holds out his bleeding hand, if for no reason other than distracting Cor from talk with medical aid. It was on the... the whatever the network was called, if Cor had a working device and curiosity enough to seek it out.]
For @protectore, Log
[The sun begins to set over Noctium, and Ravus makes his way to the open space behind the apartment buildings. He has no Credits yet with which to purchase a meal in the event of his defeat, but he does not plan on losing.
And with the assumption that Gladiolus is in a similar situation, it seems reasonable to assume the spoils awarded to the victor must come at a later date.
He does not see his opponent yet, but knowing how an impressive entrance can intimidate a foe, he approaches with long steps, letting his coat flare out behind him. One hand on the hilt of his saber, and no hesitation in his movements.
The light is fading from the sky, but the city lights provide illumination enough by which to fight.]
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@bigfinish, action
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[Ravus agrees to the time and place, and manages to break his network device a little later, so cancelling is not an option.
He meets Carver outside of the complex, recognizing him from his photograph.]
Carver. Join me. [They can talk while they walk towards the tacky bar Carver selected. En route is the best time for party banter.]
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@ warpspammer and immortalmarshal
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Let him try. [Ravus grumbles. He has no doubt he could intimidate the man into fleeing his presence. Civilians rarely held their ground before him.
Cor would be a little more difficult to deal with, but that is a concern for later.
The Marshall's affronted tone is a splash of water against his anger. A moment of the flames dying down, though not enough to keep them from rising just as quickly. But it marks Cor as 'not an enemy' in this particular quarrel. For now.]
I'll not repeat it.
[He holds out his bleeding hand, if for no reason other than distracting Cor from talk with medical aid. It was on the... the whatever the network was called, if Cor had a working device and curiosity enough to seek it out.]
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Apologies for taking so long.
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