fight fight fight

[leonheartedly]

WHO: you
WHERE: here
WHEN: Day 83

[over near the bouncy castles, Thistle is holding their (kind of) annual fight club! But it's a little more elaborate this time; there's a circle drawn out in the grass to act as a "ring", and there's a list of CHALLENGES posted nearby for anyone who feels like adding some spice to their fights. The sheep have kindly built some places to sit for the audience.

But that's not all! Over nearby, there's another area marked off, but smaller with a set of foam jousting poles just waiting for someone to use. Have fun while safely beating the heck out of each other!

There's also this little corner over here, where Tyr is holding self-defense lessons again.

Finally, there's also a table set up with some food and snacks, and around the area is plenty of space for other flocks to set up their own rites, should they feel like it!

The fight club rules have been posted near the rings and are as follows:

1. No killing or maiming, these fights are meant to be friendly
2. Don't be cheap, make it a good clean fight
3. Fighters set the terms between them - powers or no powers, weapons, first blood, etc

We will intervene if you can't follow the rules. Play nice!

(FIGHT CLUB+ DAY. Feel free to TL if you want to run your own rite and I'll link it here ♥

GAMBLE WITH CLOVER)

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[throughbamboo]

[as he listens, he goes to pick up his jacket, pulling out the little welcome pamphlet he got handed.

He does pause to reach up to touch his collar]

What flock are ya part of?

[doggonemad]

Clover.

But I started off as a Weed.

[throughbamboo]

Ya changed?

[doggonemad]

Yeah. Dunno how, but it happened after a couple've days. Happens ta Weeds sometimes, apparently. Otherwise, they're just supposed ta cause trouble in the pasture or whatever.

[ gives him a long look, then shakes his head. ]

Well. You'll do that by bein' yerself, I bet. Lotta stubborn fuckers here.

[throughbamboo]

[he raises both eyebrows]

What're ya tryin' to say there, bro? I ain't a troublemaker.

[said with an utterly straight face]

[doggonemad]

Ya know exactly what I'm sayin'. Yer gonna drive Zenith-han up the fuckin' wall.

[ a pause. ]

. . . Weeds don't got any particular place ta live, either. There's a clubhouse, but there's a bunch of 'em there.

[throughbamboo]

Nope, not a clue, spell it out. Who's Zenith?

[he tilts his head at that, then shrugs]

That ain't a big deal, I can find somethin'.

[doggonemad]

[ ignoring the first part for now as he shakes his head. ]

Yer stayin' with me. I'll talk to Clover. There ain't no fuckin' way I'm lettin' you hafta figure that shit out.

[throughbamboo]

I don't wanna impose on yer flock, bro.

[doggonemad]

Then pull yer weight. We got mouths ta feed.

[throughbamboo]

Ya know that ain't what I mean.

[doggonemad]

I mean it. Aside from me an' Zenith-han, the rest of 'em are just kids.

[throughbamboo]

. . . [he sighs a little]

If they're okay with it.

[doggonemad]

Yeah, yeah.

[ immediately summons a cube to make a call. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he.

He is just staring because what]

[doggonemad]

[ just sorta flops down on the grass, waiting for the calls to trickle back in. ]

Shit's weird here, bro.

[throughbamboo]

[he rubs a hand over his head, taking a seat next to him]

Real fuckin' weird.

Startin' to wonder if maybe ya hit me too hard in the head.

[doggonemad]

You wish.

[throughbamboo]

We had a fight before I got here. Could'a been then.

["had a fight" like it was just a regular fight]

[doggonemad]

. . .

[ just puts a hand on his forehead and starts laughing softly, because he says that so easily. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he glances over, frowning]

What?

[doggonemad]

Ya say "had a fight" like it's any other day. Like it ain't no big deal.

[throughbamboo]

. . .

Our fights are always a big deal.

I'm bein' vague on purpose. I don't wanna spring a bunch'a future bullshit on ya right now.

[doggonemad]

It ain't that. I mean— fuck, ya really ain't mad at me for all that shit. Not even a lil'.

[throughbamboo]

Ah. [he leans back on his arms, humming softly]

Nah, not even a lil'. I was, before I started findin' out about shit. But when I found out what really happened to ya, it fizzled out real quick.