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)

Comments

[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.

[doggonemad]

[ shakes his head. ]

Don't matter what happened to me. I ain't the one that had ta— I ain't the one that spent all that time in jail.

[throughbamboo]

[. . .]

I told ya, it matters to me.

[doggonemad]

[ runs his hand down his face. ]

Fuck, I believe ya, too.

[throughbamboo]

Ya damn well better.

[doggonemad]

[ what do you do when something you've been preparing for for over twenty years does not turn out the way you've been expecting it?

stare up at the sky for a long while, apparently. ]

. . . fuckin' hell.

[throughbamboo]

[he glances over, watching him. They had some time to talk about it after everything last time, but . . .]

[doggonemad]

. . .

I might've told a couple've people that I was expectin' ta die if ya ever showed up.

[ "might've." ]

[throughbamboo]

. . . yeah, the girl yellin' at me about rules was a tip off, but I was wonderin' why I was gettin' stared down.

[doggonemad]

That's Zenith-han, Clover's shepherd. He's like my boss here, but not really.

[throughbamboo]

But not really?

[doggonemad]

[ waggles hand. ]

As the shepherd, he's like Clover's leader an' he talks big. An' there's this whole thing with shepherds an' Weeds who become flock members— [ waves a hand. ] Ain't important. Point is, we let 'im take the lead on a lotta shit, an' he's strong enough ta keep a lotta people from fuckin' with us.

But he ain't, like, out there orderin' us around like the bosses we're used to.

[ read: he isn't Shimano. ]