therookery | Meet Me In the Pit [open]

FORM: Written notice
SENDER: Diana Prince
RECIPIENT: Err'body
WHAT: ~~Fight Club~~ Diana wants to test the limits of her powers
WHEN: Nonspecific Cloudreach/April
WHERE: Posted on the Gallows Gates
NOTES: feel free to thread jack and action spam at will. diana will respond to anybody, but she'll be pickier about who she fights. if anybody wants an actual fight thread, i'm down, otherwise, come watch an Amazon put Kirkwalls' roughest and toughest into the ground a few times. place yer bets!!

[The notice is written in a very nice script and tacked up, noticeably lacking any Inquisition or Chantry symbols.]

Any Parties Interested In A Match of Skill And Strength:

Please inquire within for Diana or be present at between the afternoon and evening hours in the appointed place (directions below).
Challenge is first blood drawn or first to yield. Willing to fight for coin, supplies or equipment, wagers to be discussed at time of fight.

Please be sure to bring armor or weaponry, as well as necessary medical supplies. Combat magic, mage, templar or otherwise welcome.
-Diana

[There's a carefully drawn map below that will lead you to a small, cleared out lot near the Gallows, made up to be a rough, temporary training yard. It's mostly just a marked off ring and a few training dummies. Diana can be found there meditating with her golden lasso circled around her or going through stretches and mostly looking like a perfectly normal, if stacked, woman winding down from a day of labor. ]

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( Margaux hasn't come to fight.

That probably doesn't need to be said; the elf doesn't even crack five feet, a will-o-wisp of too much hair and not enough substance beside Diana's impressive stature, but nevertheless let it be said. She does come down to investigate, however, curious to see who it is that's inquiring after literally everyone for a fight. A rifter? A madwoman? Both?

Someone very good at fighting? )

Are you Diana?

( Fuck that's a big lady. )

[ Both could be argued. Especially as the woman who issued the challenge to literally everyone is standing in the ring without a stitch of armor on her, aside from the silver bracelets on her forearms.

She's not particularly expecting anyone to show up, but she looks up from her stretches to offer a smile to the woman when she speaks. Open and warm. ]

I am. What can I do for you?

( Caution dictates much of Margaux's response - she smiles, too, but there's a wariness to it. She doesn't come too near. )

I came to - see. What is this for, please?

[ The caution is noted. Diana does not move from where she has risen, posture loose and relaxed. She does not know how to make herself small, but she knows how to be gentle and careful. ]

You are welcome then, sister. [ In so much as there is anything to welcome her to, but manners must. There is a pause while Diana considers the question and how to respond to it. Inevitably, she chooses the truth: ]

My powers have been different since I came to this world. I have limitations now that are different than what I had before, I would like to know what they are.

( Her skin crawls, a little, at being called sister. The woman is a rifter, she reminds herself; they could be from anywhere, be anything. The newer ones know little, might not understand -

she sets it aside as if it hadn't been said. )

What- powers? Do you have. What are they?

( Curiosity is more immediately important. )

[ Diana can feel the misstep, but can only guess at it. Being here is so much like being outside Themyscria for the first time. ]

The ones the gods- [ Well.. ] My gods granted me at my birth: strength, speed, flight and endurance, so that I may better serve them and my sisters.

[ For all that she had failed in that and perhaps someday she would not feel the sharp little tug of pain, but still the words meant something so she still said them. ]

[ Yeah, like fuck is she about to try that.

Wren's pride isn't insubstantial — but it's not demon-sized, and Diana's definitely already punched one of those before her eyes.

So she came down newly off-shift and intending to snoop; still armed, still armored, ready to ante up a few favours she doesn't have to spare with whoever's stupid enough to bet against the woman.

It's just that something of a ring's cleared around her, and she's been just a little too slow to notice the way it looks now: Leaning on a fence, casual, intent. For all the world like she's here for a fight. ]

Any takers yet?

[ Diana is in the center of the sparring ring. A little dusty and a few flyaway hairs coming out of the tie she's put around it, but otherwise unruffled.

Not ten minutes ago she'd sent a man in heavy armor twice her size sailing over the fence. Now she smiles at Wren. ]

Oh, a few here and there. I'm beginning to think I should let them try me two at a time to see if it makes them a little bolder.

[ She smiles back — and it's less guarded now than in their previous meeting. ]

Is it boldness you are after, or your winnings?

[ Diana's marking herself out, one way or another; Wren can't think that it's to make an impression when she's already done as much. ]

If it is the latter, you might do better of Lowtown.

[ It would not be possible for Diana's smile to be warmer without sliding into territory that is far more intimate than the two of them share, but she does move, easy and graceful to stand near Wren, resting her own arms on the rail of the fence. ]

The winnings certainly do not hurt. I very nearly have two matching sets of boots and an entire pair of trousers. [ The playful tone turns a little more speculative. ] But in truth? I am testing myself. My powers aren't what they are in my own world. If I'm going to be fighting for this Inquisition, I would rather know at what point they fail than in the heat of battle with lives at stake.

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