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[dedicatednoless]

Who: Everyone!
What: First Annual Luceti Tournament
When: May 2nd
Where: Battle Dome
Summary: Peony has made good on his promise to set up a tournament and today is the day for all the action.
Rating: PG-13 for the violence/fighting/possible language.

Finally the promised day has arrived! As competitors and audiences alike gather for the start, the whole outside area draws the eye to the grand carpet and banners with symbols for every event. There is also a table being restocked with free snacks and water bottles for those waiting around or still finding their way. Most notably, though, is a signboard with the times for all the events and competitors.

Whether you're competing or here for the entertainment, however, it's hoped you'll enjoy the events and fight or cheer hard! Now without further ado, make your own threads or comment around and let the games begin...

Comments

Isaac [spectator]

[relictusdeus]

[Seeking a fresher and much-needed distraction, Isaac can be found overlooking the arenas from his seat, legs crossed at the knee and his gaze cooly calculating. Of course, competitors battling in an environment not quite so strictly controlled and closer instead to the most ruthless gladiatorial bloodshed - the sort very familiar to him - would have better held his attention. But as an erstwhile general and a man keen on acquiring knowledge, the opportunity to study the fighting styles of others makes it worth bearing with the sense of boredom that creeps into the edges of his awareness every now and again.

Magic, swordsmanship, and knife-throwing hold the greatest measure of his interest for the moment - but not so much that he wouldn't be open to a conversation. There are a few free seats on either side of him.]

Re: Isaac [spectator]

[defieddracula]

[Hector's heard talk of the tournament while lingering in Good Spirits, but ultimately harbored few intentions of stopping by--until he caught wind of a certain Forgemaster's energy, that is. There's no question that he'll be sensed long before he's seen or heard, but that doesn't deter him from announcing his arrival. Besides. It's only the polite thing to do.

Especially since he was a heinous demon-sworn monster when last they met.] Ah, Isaac. I had not expected to find you here.

[And Petre, who's perched precariously on his shoulder, rasps out a greeting of its own, its tail swinging in excitement.]

Re: Isaac [spectator]

[relictusdeus]

[With the two weeks of bloodshed - two weeks apart from civilization, the regularity of boredom and the comforts of a warm bed, and in the one situation where his constant guardedness and readiness to fight for survival made him everything but maladjusted - it feels like a long time since he has heard Hector’s voice. A lifetime since he has held Hector’s gaze. Of all the tangled up, rawly painful memories he’s tried to distance himself from in recent weeks, little of it involves him, thankfully. Hector in a demon’s skin had proved dully amusing, even, though briefly. Only he could make a transformation an utterly unexciting event, Isaac muses.

A smile quirks his lips as he considers taking a jab at Hector’s senses.]

Ha... I suppose I cannot fault you for your surprise. [With the barest hint of a glance offered to the excitable dragoyle, his eyes drift back to the arena.] ‘tis far too bloodless for my tastes.

[defieddracula]

[Shading the sun from his still-stinging eyes, Hector glances off toward the combatants. Bloodless battles are refreshing in a way, reminding him that even with weapons at each other's throats, there is still a grain of civility to be found among his kind. Yet a lesser part of him is dissatisfied, peeved, even, at the lack of carnage. He can hear those familiar whispers rising from the depths of his mind, can feel the small, but potent drops of devilish magic seeping into his veins. Burning beneath his skin. He sharply averts his gaze and fists his fingers, clinging to more peaceful thoughts. The shift has weakened his resolve.]

Cain awaits me with the day's kill. [To Hector, it's a blunt, but welcome change of subject.] If the tournament does not suit your tastes, you are welcome to join me for supper. We have not spoken for a time.

[relictusdeus]

I am aware.

[Isaac’s interest has been waning in the last half hour and it’s with ease that Hector holds his attention. He has seen enough to have learned something of some fellow Lucetians’ fighting styles so his time here has been spent well enough.]

I shall come for you in ten minutes. [A calm smile quirks his lips and he looks to him after a moment.] I trust you shall have something... satisfactory on the table in that time? [Bread and a wedge of cheese at the very least to tide him over until a proper meal is served.]

[defieddracula]

[Something warm flutters through Hector's heart as he catches sight of that smile, and he nods to keep his gaze from dawdling on Isaac's thin lips, tendrils of hair spilling out from the edges of his hood. Like a cat toying with a length of yarn, Petre swings his clawless foot toward one, catching the tip of Hector's nose. Hector swats it aside and sighs. It seems every day he's glad he crafted the creature to be harmless.]

Indeed I can. [There is always bread and cheese to be found somewhere in the cellar, after all. Before turning for home, he puts forth a final politesse] Is there anything else you require?

[relictusdeus]

[In the silence that follows, his reserved smile seems to broaden just a little. Or perhaps it's only the play of sunlight and shadow over his lean, sharp features.]

...I am certain I can think of something. But let us begin with supper, shall we?