lucetilogs | "buddy you're a boy make a big noise;"

Who: Tony, fight participants, medical aide, and whoever wants to come watch!
What: Fight club!
When: Thursday, February 9th
Where: The tunnels
Summary: Placing bets and taking swings.
Rating: PG-13?
Let's get ready to rumble, boys and girls! A few quick notes:

Double check the fight roster--I moved some things around, namely matching up Firo with Homura since their respective opponents weren't able to participate. Let me know if something is amiss!

Characters who are fighting will be told their opponent's name upon arrival, and fights will proceed in the order they appear on the roster up there. Let me know if you need to be moved around for whatever reason!

Tony and Shikamaru will be policing the fights for any funny business, but fights will end when one of the participants forfeits or gets knocked out cold. So your character can get bloodied, bludgeoned, and broken and keep going if they wish! Remember, there's no magic since this is in the tunnels, and there are no weapons allowed in the fights. Just your fists, elbows, et cetera.

And should they have some owwies that need attention, Adele, Katara, Luca and Ange will be on hand to provide medical assistance. What troopers.

Spectators can interact however and whenever they want, so feel free to start a new thread for your character who is watching!

Now have fun, and earn some radical new scars while you're at it!

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Idle curiosity, a desire to watch an infuriating man be slapped around by others equally foolish, you got lost and found yourself here and have yet to seen fit to leave, you've been hunting for fairies to strengthen your Force sensitivity, someone told you there was a well down here that would grant any wish- I could go on.

[All spoken entirely dead ban, not even a hint of an arch to her brow.]

Nothing in this place is normal Ben, be it the weather or the circumstance.

[Hopefully, those reasons were compelling enough to dissuade suspicion in the general populace- and thus the Malnosso.]

"Perhaps, but I still do take a cautious approach to dangerous matters."

...I've heard this before from others that swore up and down that they would be careful. If they were lucky all they lost were limbs. [Those that hadn't been lucky...She leans back on one foot and massages the bridge of her nose.]

"I survived an attempt at systematic extermination designed by a man far more powerful and more cunning than myself, and evaded the galaxy-wide manhunt that followed it, Adele. Trust me."

... [Trust him. Of course she trusts him, that's not the point. It's everything else in this place she doesn't trust, cannot trust, will never trust. It is changeable and abstract and works in ways she cannot fathom. How can she trust this place, trust the Malnosso, not to find out or act against anyone here?

She's silent a moment, eyes dark and withdrawn, tense with that lingering fear before she makes herself nod. Trust him. She'll have to hope it was enough.]

I do.

"Thank you."

[He knew it wasn't easy. Despite how quickly he had come to know her, respect her, and consider her a friend, the fact was that they hadn't known each other for terribly long, and she didn't seem like one predisposed to trust strangers.

He knew it was dangerous, but sitting complacently by in the face of threats like the Malnosso was unthinkable.]

"If there's any way I can render aid tonight, do not hesitate to ask."

[It takes her a moment more to regain her composure, to reign in that fear and tuck it away as she was so well accustomed to doing. A deep breath, her concern smooths out into a placid mask. But that is all it has ever been, and all it ever is. A mask. At the very least outwardly composed she forces a thin smile to Ben.]

I think, at the very most, all I would need is someone to ensure the wounded get treatment. Machismo and testosterone wreck havoc on a man's common sense. They will walk right out without seeing any of us to preserve their pride.

[It is a curiosity to Obi-Wan that one of the first and most consistent individuals he was able to sense the emotions of, and now one of the easiest, is Adele. He doesn't call her out on it... directly.]

"You need not concern yourself. I shall keep an eye on anybody who leaves the ring and doesn't seek medical attention."

[He glances at the ring, then looks back at her.]

"I am better than most at detecting pain or distress through a mask of nonchalance. I'll make sure any who need it receive aid."

[No, that wasn't pointed. That wasn't pointed at all. Absolutely not.]

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For that I am grateful Obi-Wan. [Well merde. If that wasn't a tell of some sort she didn't know what was. Still Adele continued as she was, distantly formal and blankly pleasant...until he looks back at her. Right. Jedi. Force Empathy. Her shoulders sag and she shakes her head, rubbing the bridge of her nose.]

...merde.

[So...she lets the mask slip again and looks over, all that worry, all that lingering fear and frustration plain on her face. There. Are you happy now Ben? Is this what you wanted?]

[Obi-Wan sees the realization set in even before she cursed. He had wished to allow her to maintain the mask if she wished, but she had lowered it in front of him, which to his mind meant she trusted him to offer comfort. Somehow, he feels lectures aren't really appropriate at the moment.

So instead, he gently folds his arms around her and hugs her.]

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[Adele is braced for a lecture. Another round of 'accept and let go' or 'do not let your feelings control you' which she didn't. She represses them. It is what LeBlancs do. A simple fact of life she's known and has lived with since she was five. So at the lack of a lecture, at that sudden motion forward? She jerks back half a step, instinctive, terrified.

Violently terrified, a sharp swelling of panic and then there are arms around her and she can't breathe or think and she needs to move-

But it's not. Them. It's Obi-Wan. It's Ben. The panic and fear subside and she sags against him, resting her forehead on his shoulder. Tension wracks her slim frame for a heartbeat more before. A physical tell of a psychological terror, an emotional pain. By inches she relaxes, fingers curling in his robe like a child, breathing in the scent of warm, clean linen and the must from the tunnels. For the first time in years...

She felt safe.]

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[At first Obi-Wan does nothing, says nothing, merely holds her for a while. After several moments, he finally speaks.]

"It is not so terrible a thing, to trust somebody."

[And I will not fail you. He doesn't say it, but it's immediately there. She is trusting him, relying upon him, despite it being against her nature. This time he cannot allow himself to fail.]

"My apologies if I was out of line."

[He doesn't actually let go when he says that. He won't, until she pulls away.]

[She lets herself have this, for a moment, no longer. Because this was...something she could not have. Comfort? Stability? In this place or anywhere else? It was impossible for her to relax entirely, to accept that it wouldn't be taken away. But for now...

Adele keeps her head down, mumbling into his shoulder.] You have not lived my life the past seven years Ben.

[Trust was precious, and rare. Trust was given to Remy, to Degas, to Bartholomew, and no one else. Here...Trust was given to Ginia. Giles when he'd been here. And Ben. It's all she could afford, foolish as it was to trust anyone in this place.]

It is not...[She can't quite bring herself to step back just yet.]

...it is. Something I would discuss with you later. One of those old aches, yes? [And no she is not keeping her head down because she might, just might, be letting herself cry a little. Not at all.]

"buddy you're a boy make a big noise;"

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ADJKSA that should be "Reassuring manner" fuck my brain.

Accept it and let it go. >_>

<_< I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE.

Do ho ho ho.

You're a bad person and you should feel bad. <3

Yes, yes, I feel terrible. Awful. There's no colsoling me.

Good. You deserve no consolation. Sinning heathen.

But I wish to atone!

Have you accepted Jesus as your personal lord and savior?

...you mean the gardener?

Yep. You're totally goin' to hell. :D

S'where all the fun people go anyway. XP