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westwhere2021-06-25 05:11 pm
plentystrong) wrote in westwhere2021-06-25 05:11 pm
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WHO: Catra, some NPCs in a bar, maybe YOU!
WHEN: night of June 25
WHERE: A seedy bar in Sa-Hareth
WHAT: BAR FIGHT BAR FIGHT
WARNINGS: Violence, Catra
A lot has happened in the past few weeks, but apparently, they're finally getting out of this hell-hole of a town, and that's what matters most to Catra. The jerk leading them around had even spoken of portals, so maybe... maybe Catra's closer to getting home. Which is what she wants. Not because she misses it, oh no, don't you ever get that idea. She just has some important unfinished business! And who would want to stay here when they finally had everything they wanted in their grasp at home? Adora, She-Ra's sword... just waiting for Catra to take them to Hordak.
Anyway. Catra is not usually one to carry much on her person, nor has she ever posessed much at all, but she recognizes a long trip might need some provisions. And she could use some fun. In her time here, she's discovered the bars, and in the seedy, rowdy environments, she feels right at home. At least it's not as boring as everything else. And also... they have food.
So she sits at the bar, sipping a beer, waiting for her opportunity. It comes when the barkeeper is distracted by a drunkard. Catra smirks as she watches the drunk guy messily swing at the barkeeper, who promptly catches the fist and starts wrangling the guy toward the exit.
This is her chance. She dashes toward the bar, but unfortunately, her cloak that she uses to disguise herself catches on something and reveals her face.
"Hey!" Yells one of the patrons. "Aren't you one of those weirdoes from outside?"
Blast. Well, she's been discovered, so her plan is moot. And the only way out of this situation is through, as far as she's concerned. So she jumps on a table and stands tall, hands on her hips. "And what if I am, huh?"
Unfortunately, the table she jumped on is occupied. Which she mostly notices by the hand circling around her ankle and yanking. She falls, yelps, and kicks at the stranger with her claws out. Her reward is a cry of pain, and then the fight is on.
WHEN: night of June 25
WHERE: A seedy bar in Sa-Hareth
WHAT: BAR FIGHT BAR FIGHT
WARNINGS: Violence, Catra
A lot has happened in the past few weeks, but apparently, they're finally getting out of this hell-hole of a town, and that's what matters most to Catra. The jerk leading them around had even spoken of portals, so maybe... maybe Catra's closer to getting home. Which is what she wants. Not because she misses it, oh no, don't you ever get that idea. She just has some important unfinished business! And who would want to stay here when they finally had everything they wanted in their grasp at home? Adora, She-Ra's sword... just waiting for Catra to take them to Hordak.
Anyway. Catra is not usually one to carry much on her person, nor has she ever posessed much at all, but she recognizes a long trip might need some provisions. And she could use some fun. In her time here, she's discovered the bars, and in the seedy, rowdy environments, she feels right at home. At least it's not as boring as everything else. And also... they have food.
So she sits at the bar, sipping a beer, waiting for her opportunity. It comes when the barkeeper is distracted by a drunkard. Catra smirks as she watches the drunk guy messily swing at the barkeeper, who promptly catches the fist and starts wrangling the guy toward the exit.
This is her chance. She dashes toward the bar, but unfortunately, her cloak that she uses to disguise herself catches on something and reveals her face.
"Hey!" Yells one of the patrons. "Aren't you one of those weirdoes from outside?"
Blast. Well, she's been discovered, so her plan is moot. And the only way out of this situation is through, as far as she's concerned. So she jumps on a table and stands tall, hands on her hips. "And what if I am, huh?"
Unfortunately, the table she jumped on is occupied. Which she mostly notices by the hand circling around her ankle and yanking. She falls, yelps, and kicks at the stranger with her claws out. Her reward is a cry of pain, and then the fight is on.
As the fight winds down, let's pick up a catte
Seeing a tavern fight is not exactly unusual in a city such as this. But then he catches sight and sound of, well, someone known, and he sighs and divert from his initial goal.
Time to use the Imperial Regent voice and make this stupidity stop.
"What is the meaning of this?"
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"... Busy doing what, exactly? We're going to be leaving in a few days and this is how you would like people to remember you?"
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Step one: a glance around the room to scout out the most strategically advantageous spot.
Step two: putting on a fearful face and backing away towards that spot as her opponents encroach on her. She puts in a few whimpers for good measure.
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At this stage, better to pick up the pieces than try to interfere. No one here is going to listen to reason, and his title and standing means nothing to anyone.
Thankfully, Xunxian made sure he was not without coin before coming into town, so he can buy himself a drink while he waits for the whole mess to start winding down.