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First rule of fight club is no one talks about the fact they are zombies
WHO: Lee Chang, Bai Mingyu, Lan Wangji, Five (and potentially others?? hit us up )
WHEN: A week after the dragon shenanigans are finished
WHERE: A decrepit warehouse in the necromancy district, but like, fancy dress party fight club style
WHAT: Lee Chang secured an invite to a secretive underground fight ring where rakes like him gamble big with coin and undead lives as they put them in pit fights. The ticket was expensive, but hey, who better to steal from than a bunch of necromantic gamblers?
WARNINGS: gambling, undead, theft, shenanigans, possibly things going horribly wrong we will sure find out
Lee Chang was almost getting used to his facade these days. A rake, a gambler, a drunk and just a little bit of an idiot (to sell the former), he was nonetheless dressed to the nines in long flowing silk (with convenient deepboob window neck line to show off the hint of zombie apocalpyse honed chiseled abs. It also distracted from the fact that the rest of him had enough fabric to hide a little box, hanging from his belt under his skirts and snug against his thigh. It was uncomfortable to walk with, but the security it granted was worth the discomfort. For within lay his secret weapons: friends tucked safely (if a little too snug) into the box, for when they needed extra hands on deck. Or swords.
At his side (and not in a box) stood Mingyu - a shining jewel on these grimy streets - and Lee Chang made a show both of clearly coveting the man (from a distance) while also attempting to be secretive in his approach. If one could be secretive when he looked like he was wearing half a brothel worth of silk. Just don't ask him where he got it.
He checked the small black card he had received as an invitation - nothing upon it save a time and an address in small gold foil letters - as they approached the warehouse. It looked abandoned from the outside, but there was a man in a dark mask loitering against the door. With a smug half smirk and a palmed purse of 10,000, the doorman waved the two hedonists into the building.
Though the interior was dimly lit, as soon as they crossed the threshold the sound of revelry was nearly deafening. People packed into the winding corridors as they spread around the central pit, leading to booths and seats and tables full of questionable food and piled high with coins and jewels for the betting. In the center pit lay the fighters - undead tearing each other limb from limb until one was no longer fit to keep standing. It took everything in his power not to scowl, but Lee Chang managed to feign piqued interest instead, leaning over to whisper and point to Mingyu. "Let's find somewhere to talk."
Once lost into the crowd, Lee Chang pulled Mingy to the side - a dark corner where they could speak in private, voices lost to the din of the crowd.
[ ooc: I'm gonna make a few starters, as well as an ooc thread for "things that the lot of them planned to do during the heist planning that i just thought of now but my character totally planned in advance" in case anyone has any ideas mid thread! ]
WHEN: A week after the dragon shenanigans are finished
WHERE: A decrepit warehouse in the necromancy district, but like, fancy dress party fight club style
WHAT: Lee Chang secured an invite to a secretive underground fight ring where rakes like him gamble big with coin and undead lives as they put them in pit fights. The ticket was expensive, but hey, who better to steal from than a bunch of necromantic gamblers?
WARNINGS: gambling, undead, theft, shenanigans, possibly things going horribly wrong we will sure find out
Lee Chang was almost getting used to his facade these days. A rake, a gambler, a drunk and just a little bit of an idiot (to sell the former), he was nonetheless dressed to the nines in long flowing silk (with convenient deep
At his side (and not in a box) stood Mingyu - a shining jewel on these grimy streets - and Lee Chang made a show both of clearly coveting the man (from a distance) while also attempting to be secretive in his approach. If one could be secretive when he looked like he was wearing half a brothel worth of silk. Just don't ask him where he got it.
He checked the small black card he had received as an invitation - nothing upon it save a time and an address in small gold foil letters - as they approached the warehouse. It looked abandoned from the outside, but there was a man in a dark mask loitering against the door. With a smug half smirk and a palmed purse of 10,000, the doorman waved the two hedonists into the building.
Though the interior was dimly lit, as soon as they crossed the threshold the sound of revelry was nearly deafening. People packed into the winding corridors as they spread around the central pit, leading to booths and seats and tables full of questionable food and piled high with coins and jewels for the betting. In the center pit lay the fighters - undead tearing each other limb from limb until one was no longer fit to keep standing. It took everything in his power not to scowl, but Lee Chang managed to feign piqued interest instead, leaning over to whisper and point to Mingyu. "Let's find somewhere to talk."
Once lost into the crowd, Lee Chang pulled Mingy to the side - a dark corner where they could speak in private, voices lost to the din of the crowd.
[ ooc: I'm gonna make a few starters, as well as an ooc thread for "things that the lot of them planned to do during the heist planning that i just thought of now but my character totally planned in advance" in case anyone has any ideas mid thread! ]
Mingyu