Lamia Lawless
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7/6/2016
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This is Lamia's favorite place to which to invite someone to a fight. The lamp post shines its light over a wide alley where a growth of soft, bristly moss clings to the walls and carpets the ground in patches. It seems like a nice place to get knocked down, if there's going to be any getting knocked down. Although, there's always the possibility of broken bottle glass hiding in that moss.
Lamia approaches the alley in shirt sleeves and suspenders. The suspenders don't seem to be for anything in particular, because they're not holding up anything heavier than a pair of loose, comfortable trousers.
She's surprised to find the alley already occupied. It's difficult to tell whether it's a scuffle or something more intimate going on, and after waiting politely for fifteen minutes, the matter doesn't make itself any clearer. Finally, Lamia calls, "The constable is coming!" and the pair breaks up and scampers away, bouncing off walls and each other as they go.
Lamia takes her place at one end of the alley, and waits for Eglantine.
(OOC: This is a one-on-one fight, but other characters are welcome to watch. Anyone who tries to interfere with the fight will have their post disregarded.)
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Lamia Lawless
Posts: 604
7/8/2016
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Lamia waits until Eli, Ezekiel, and the thus far unknown devil slip down to ground level. And then waits a little longer when a woman dashes by, with a man on her heels. It's a good thing it's such a broad alley, with plenty of room for a small crowd. Once there are no more distractions, she shifts into her fighting stance: Hips squared, legs apart and bent loosely at the knees, fists held high, close to her head.
She moves in with a kick- a feint that brings her within arm's length of Eglantine, covering the entrance of two jabs towards the chin.
(OOC: For transparency purposes:
1. I'm describing actions as being 'towards' or 'aiming at' or 'trying to...' so that leaves it up to Eglantine's player to decide how their character would react.
2. Posts get shorter because I cut down on description and focus on action, to lend a sense of immediacy to the writing.
3. I'm avoiding elaborate, drawn-out actions that would force us to presume that her opponent is just sitting there watching while my character executes them. Combo attacks are good, but they're a world apart from something like, 'she jumped up onto the trash can, kicked three times, jumped down, ran to the back of the alley, threw some rocks, ran back, and headbutted her opponent.' That's not something I ever want to catch myself writing.
Also, Lamia is 5'0" (1.52 meters) and 160 pounds (about 72.5 kg, I think). She's been trained in hand-to-hand combat since she was about thirteen (she's 26 now) but the current style she's using is something she's only trained in for four years. She's a Shattering Force who sometimes takes on pupils, and she spent less than a year under the tutelage of the Vake-hunting nuns. I'll tell Eglantine's player what her fighting style is, but in light of Eli's attempt to take notes, I think it'd be more fun to let the spectators guess based on description. :P)
edited by Lamia Lawless on 7/8/2016
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The Absurd Rogue
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7/9/2016
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Eli observes with absolute confusion. He's not writing anything down, mostly because he has no idea what he's witnessing.
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"There is never another story. There is only one, and I try to tell it with every page. I fail, and I try again. There are no new stories; I have this one."
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Eglantine-Fox
Posts: 872
7/9/2016
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As Eglantine climbs slowly to their feet, rubbing their neck, the slimy surprise is revealed - a chunk of rotten potato, from one of the ruined crates that an onlooker had crashed into. A pungent thing, really, but basically harmless, unless one were silly enough to eat it.
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Eglantine Fox, the charming and androgynous Correspondent, teetering between hobbies of seduction and self-destruction.
Siobhan O'Malley, Irish patriot (or 'bl__dy Fenian' if you're impolite).
Isidore Day, an up-and-coming London gentleman. All allegations of wrongdoing are categorically denied.
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Lady Sapho Byron
Posts: 770
7/7/2016
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Lady Sapho L. Byron arrives with a bag of popcorn. Where in the Neath did she get real popcorn? "Blast. I was hoping to be fashionably late ... but at least I'll have a good seat!" She positions herself quite conspicuously and settles in to watch. And waves to Captain Absimiliard and Ms Lawless.
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Fighting the Menace of Corsetry Since 1892.
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