1. Vincent Brezat

    Dare So. Come Here Often?

    "Don't you say," the mercenary drawled, facetious, "I vaz sinkeeng about leeving zem zer'e until ze 'hole str'eet sought it vaz under' ze new management." He shrugged, straightened with his hand lowering, and pulled a thin whistle from behind his belt, almost fully concealed in the fist. The...
  2. Vincent Brezat

    Dare So. Come Here Often?

    Mercy was not much for words mid-action. Leave that to the Captain, as it were. By the time the shout reached him, he was going upstairs even if there were no proper stairs left. Had to clear out the mob for the exit. If they wanted front door view, they were going to get some. He'd leapt...
  3. Vincent Brezat

    Dare So. Come Here Often?

    'Fetch' seemed to have sufficed - the stance shifted, and Mercy repositioned to the severely precarious, floorboard and bodypart-littered tamp where the stairs to the basement must have been. The captain called out, in a rustic Altalusian, between swings, and Omar responded with cover fire for...
  4. Vincent Brezat

    Dare So. Come Here Often?

    Where the blade struck, the thicker outer layer sizzled and charred, the cuts releasing the liquified slimy rot. Less lifesblood from a wound, or sap from a tree - it seeped like steam from a crack, fading in volume as it contacted the pustulent air, then thickened with a backdrop of susurrous...
  5. Vincent Brezat

    Dare So. Come Here Often?

    This was how he came alive. Through the decades and battlefields and rage. Oh, sweet song of cut open living beasts, the sizzle of fried flesh, leaking grime of vitality. The hunger was unquenchable before he met his Dame, and after... He was used to downplaying skill, gadgets and trinkets...
  6. Vincent Brezat

    Dare So. Come Here Often?

    Her exclamations was music to his ears, the witnessing of his dogma in action. Omar's bolt plunged into the blob-shape of oggloy, and then from the murky surface an orange pustule of flame emerged and burst, violently, through the slime. Dead bits from half-metabolized corpses flew everywhere...
  7. Vincent Brezat

    Dare So. Come Here Often?

    "He does." Mercy looked at her like she was soft in the head questioning whether the sky was blue. And maybe, a little bit taken aback by her being so tense - for a brief moment, all three seemed to have taken her as her own, and there was a clear teetering outside what was expected. This...
  8. Vincent Brezat

    Dare So. Come Here Often?

    Shadows obstructed the doorway, more were about to pour in, or shoot in, and make the mess bigger. Mercy threw one opponent into the other, and slammed them with the longer table, muscles rippling on the tree-like arms and a loud growl rolling with the force that made the bottles tremble and...
  9. Vincent Brezat

    Dare So. Come Here Often?

    "Vould 'ave 'ad to succeed enough to get fat and ringed, eh?" Vincent mused. "Set a mug of Hogblood out for me." Let's get to tricks. His eyes raked through the people entering, the jovial grin narrowing to a sharp sort of leer, one with just a touch too much fang - especially when he stared...
  10. Vincent Brezat

    Dare So. Come Here Often?

    The dehvani didn't get less mean with a smirk of approval entering his brick-heavy face. "Hmh." As Mercy stood, the bench-boards straightened out. His tail tip flicked against a nearby stool, made the thing start and wobble for a bit. The ceilings were tall enough for him to even jump, with the...
  11. Vincent Brezat

    Dare So. Come Here Often?

    "Oui. I also choose my battles. It's a good time." He didn't chug Hogsblood, either way. Took another gut-burning mouthful, deliberated, cast a side-glance to her. "Zey ar'e ze local, er, alter'nateev law kind ov gazer'eeng. Small like a r'at nest, and stinks vor'se. I 'now vone ov ze bigveegs...
  12. Vincent Brezat

    Dare So. Come Here Often?

    The Captain's eyes softened at the sight of the runes. Ah, enhanced assets had their unique charm. Pick a thing, become really good with it to cut away the weaknesses of specialization. He could almost feel his age, for a fleeting moment, the change of faces, the accumulated thickness of every...
  13. Vincent Brezat

    Dare So. Come Here Often?

    "Tired of mincing words like whores with coins," Mercy snarled. His horns were long, s-shaped and polished, but not engraved or decorated, save for the chinks in them that seemed to have come from the fighting. He'd caught the Captain's look, inhaled sharply, and sat back, piping down. But...
  14. Vincent Brezat

    Dare So. Come Here Often?

    A bit of a guardian streak in that one, was there? The ruddy bastard's eyes were sharp with curiosity. He sat opposite her. The leather creaked, the makeshift bench did not, even as the mercenary made himself comfortable. The lack of armrest was well compensated for by his sword's guard, his...
  15. Vincent Brezat

    Dare So. Come Here Often?

    A lazy shrug with one shoulder was all she got in response for that tease. She was sharp enough. Could certainly do better with the disses. His head turned, too, keeping her in periphery. There was no point, other than pulling a stunt, of course - crowded for drawing a knife with no reason, but...
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