IMBD Flu & Fight Club

[touched_by_fire]

 Loras had woken feeling ill and not knowing where he was. He was also dressed as some kind of peasant and that was perhaps the worst of it. Somehow, he knew he could get new clothing from the magical bar, which proved true despite all common sense.

(Real magic!)

Wandering about as he drank spiced wine, he'd come across an old flyer mentioning a small tournament or at least something like it. Seeing as how he needed some cheer, a fight would be just the thing. A few minutes with a borrowed quill, ink, and paper, and there is now a fresh notice posted:

Come all to test your skill and mettle beneath the winter sun. Shake off the ill humors!

He has no idea why the previous postings had so many rules, but he sees no reason for them.

Now he stands swinging the odd practice sword bar gave him for use. A strange thing and likely more magic. While it had the weight of a steel sword, it was squishy and held no edge. He would be the knight of fools were he to fight with such back home, but here it would have to do.

[OOC: Rules are simple and the usual for fight clubs past. Have fun, thread as often as you'd like, but if any fight gets serious, Security is the only ones who can physically break them up. If you'd rather just talk with Danny Loras, feel free to tag and mention it. I will go slow in about an hour, until tomorrow.]

Comments

[childofrebellion]

The sign for a fight club is in oddly formal language but Cassian doesn't mind.

He could use a fight without too many consequences and heads out, the young man in charge looks almost familiar.

(OOC: Open to anyone who wants him.)

[touched_by_fire]

Loras eyes the newcomer and can't help a feeling of disdain, the main is so rough at the edges.

"Are you a ruffian that would spar with a knight?" he asks affably enough.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian raises his eyebrows, he's heard worse but usually not here, "I'm looking for someone to spar with."

[thewidewideworld]

Ragnar hasn't boxed in a while and he is feeling out of sorts but maybe a good work out in exactly what he needs.

{ooc: Sinric still thinks he's an Icelandic metal musician.}

[touched_by_fire]

Loras is enjoying the look of the newcomer while is loosens up his shoulders by executing several forms with his sword.

(He might be showing off.)

"Good day, Master. Are you here to fight or watch?"

[thewidewideworld]

"I could do with a work out." He nods towards Loras' blade. "But I don't do Battle of Nations. I'm more of a boxer."