The Sudden Approach of Unexplainable Power: IC

[Nonlethal Force]

The waitress reaches for the coin to catch it in midair, but the coin falls harmlessly into Aekalos' hand. The engraving of the Rupert Family Crest, commonly used to designate the backside of the coinage of Tongra, is up.

The waitress adds, "Well, if you're ahead of the game I'd think twice about heading out tomorrow then. Wouldn't want you to head out into the world with your luck expended."

 

[unleashed]

“Well, while I’d certainly enjoy another day here before setting out, the task I must attend to can’t be postponed for even that short a time... though your concern for my wellbeing is greatly appreciated,” Aekalos declares smiling warmly at the waitress, before he glances down at the coin. “Guess I’ll be taking twenty on the first fighter... whoever that may be.”

 

[Nonlethal Force]

Tiergar smiles at the waitress and then looks to Aekalos. "No worries, Aekalos. She's just worried you might not come back to spend more of your coin on tips."

 

[unleashed]

“Well, I hope not to disappoint then, as I’d certainly like to return to do just that!” Aekalos chuckles, winking at the waitress as he flips the coin towards her.

 

[Nonlethal Force]

Badrick smiles and shakes his head, "A good sailor you'd be making with that attitude!"

The waitress looks over her shoulder and notices that they are about ready to introduces the fighters. "So you really going to bet on the first fighter or do you want to wait for the announcement? It looks like it's coming shortly."

 

[unleashed]

“Well, I don’t think it’ll change anything, my lovely, but I might as well wait and see who I’ll be betting on, I suppose,” Aekalos chuckles.

 

[Nonlethal Force]

The waitress smiles, "Fair enough, honey."

Tiergar laughs, "Besides, we need to be knowing who to bet against, for sure."

[Sblock=OOC]I'll put up a longer post in the morning/afternoon when I am not quite so tired...[/Sblock]

 

[Nonlethal Force]

The voice of the announcer drowns out Tiergar before he can make any other snyde comments.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, it gives me good pleasure to announce our last bout for the evening, unless there are any challengers from the ranks of patrons who have not yet made themselves known. It looks like we have saved quite a good fight for the finale."

The announcer pauses while the two brutes step into the ring. They appear to be men who have had a hard life of physical labor so far. Their bodies are lean and muscular. They each have a fierce look about them. There is no shortage of muscle on either of them.

"Weighing in with the bigger payoff this evening at 50% is Michael 'I'm going to slap you silly with my iron fist' Roberts. He'll be defending himself against Graff 'Don't look at me smile or you'll turn to stone' Bac'toll. For those of you who still can't do the math or have fought one too many times, Graff's payoff is 40%"

At the coment, Graff curls his right lip upwards in a bit of an amuzed expression revealing a bit of an enlarged canine tooth on both the top and bottom jaw. Aekalos also notices that he seems to have a bit of an upturned nose with nostrils that are wide and are already flaring at the thought of the fight.

"Place your bets with your waitresses, the fight will begin in a matter of minutes."

 

[unleashed]

“Twenty on Graff, my lovely... they’re the odds my coin, well your coin now,” Aekalos remarks to the waitress, a grin on his face, “told me to bet on this time around. Anyway I like the look of him... he seems to have a thirst for combat and at least a little orcish ancestry, if I’m not mistaken.”

 

[Nonlethal Force]

Badrick looks to Merrick. "I know Tiergar is going to be betting against our young lad here just for fun. You in for the last one?"

Merrick replies, "Nope. I don't make a habit of betting unless its a sure thing and then it only pays for the night's ale and serving to make sure the lasses don't be changing their outfit."

Tiergar replies, "Aye, I be hearing ya now! 10 on the one that Aekalos says ain't be an orc!"

The waitress smiles and replies to Aekalos, "It ain't my coin ever! Your coin melds into my boss' coin. My coin is typically whatever gets left when you leave! Well, that and what my boss pays me to wear this outfit you seem to like so much."