crystal, ota.

[saam]

FORM: Voiced!
SENDER: Eshal Fazon
RECIPIENT: All y'all.
NOTES: Nothing beyond swearing and creative insult. Will update if needed.

I'm curious. What do you know of the Qun? What don't you know of the Qun? What do you, ohhh, want to know? And you are all very polite and good people here, you will fucking answer.

Another thing. The fighting here is shit. I don't mean the war, that's... it's war. I mean the underground matches. [What's the fucking word...] Boxing? It's all cow shit. And we are very polite and good people. Improve this city. The things worth improving. The things that can be, anyway. So let's make our own!

I was thinking the classic style, no weapons, fists only, no kicks. But I realize there are so very many mages in this place. And some of you wish to compete, I wonder? How are we gonna deal with that.

We will need fighters, and book-keepers, a location and spectators. An entertainment for all, and money goes to the winners and the betters, but the house is our home.

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[katabasis]

[Oh for fuck's sake.]

If I have to listen to two hours of debating the Qun, I will see you thrown into the harbor.

[saam]

If things turn out that way, I'll fucking jump.

[katabasis]

Then you may as well make your way down to the ferry slip directly.

[saam]

And this was my first day not thinking, why did I even come here. Break my heart.

You coming?

[katabasis]

To watch as you throw yourself from the quay? [A snort.]

Yeah.

[saam]

I mean, that too, but the fighting after. The boxing.

[katabasis]

[Oh that.]

If I want to watch men punch one another for sport, I can just sit on the ship's deck and wait.

[saam]

And see no one, and hear no one, and do nothing.

You come to the ring, you see the people, you hear what they say... and you make coin from bets.

Or maybe you just want to brag about having a big, hard, long ship.

[katabasis]

[In the resigned tones of a man who knows what he's walking into:] I have plenty of coin.

--But consider the Boar & Bat on the docks for your location. They've a decently sized back room and the landlord can be convinced to let on credit.

[saam]

I'll dedicate the first fight to you, Captain.

[katabasis]

Best to not if you care to stay in the landlord's good graces. But feel free to dedicate a portion of the proceeds to my tab there.

[saam]

...Did you refer me to a place you're banned from?

[katabasis]

Discouraged from.

[saam]

Banned. Very clever way of avoiding me.

[katabasis]

It's not as if they have my likeness posted up behind the bar.

[Yes they do. Right under the sign that says NO [expletive] PIRATES.]

[saam]

[A story for another time.]

So you will be making an appearance.

[katabasis]

[A small, dismissive sound. It isn't a no.]

Why start with the Qun if the fighting was what you really wanted to discuss?

[saam]

That shit never fails to get people's attention.

[katabasis]

[He thought so. It's still funny enough to make him laugh.]

[saam]

C'mon. You think I'm walking in blind? [But she's laughing, too.]

[katabasis]

I don't doubt your capabilities.

[It takes clear eyes to shake off the Qun.]

[saam]

Nooo, you just want me paying your tab.

[katabasis]

[A shrug doesn't translate over crystal, so bone dry humor it is:]

I'm not cheaply romanced.

[bouchonne]

[ A surprised laugh. He loves it when you're sassy, cap'n. ]

[katabasis]

Anyone who disagrees can go in after her.