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Post by striaga on Sept 2, 2017 16:52:45 GMT -6
JJ had known something was wrong the day Andalo woke her early. Not that it was...incredibly early. Just. Early. There was no Crucible fight that day; JJ knew as much. Years of bloody fighting had taught her the schedule and this meant that the master she'd had most of her life wanted something different. "What," JJ'd grumbled, but...
Andalo informed her, quietly, that she had brought Chevaliers into his home. They had been investigating, JJ. At first she hadn't cared. In fact, JJ had showed her teeth and explained that they could go fuck themselves, and take the investigation straight to hell. But Andalo didn't laugh. The scarred mare frowned sharply at that. Hold on, now. The donkey explained with all the patience in his soul that JJ was, well.
A liability.
She was being watched. Andalo, too, was known in circles as 'that stallion who had a suspect of assassination under his roof', pit fighter or not. Gold status or not. Fame or not. JJ realized, and was enraged when Andalo told her that she had been purchased that morning--merely an hour and a half after she'd been put up for sale. Someone had been very, very eager, in fact. Then he'd told her that the meeting place was a villa near the palace and JJ nearly kicked Andalo in the jaw, because for one second she was convinced she'd been purchased in some grand plot to kill her.
When the duo finally reached their meeting place, however, JJ scowled at Andalo, and said the first harsh words she'd ever said to him:
"Hope your wife divorces you, asshole."
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Post by hey-stardust on Sept 30, 2017 0:54:37 GMT -6
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CIRILLA | AODH | COMMONER Even with the rumours circling king Amadeus’s death and whispers of assassins, Ciri felt no reason to fear the streets. She walked alone to the exchange, stepping on the toes of nobles, and frankly anyone who got too close.
The journey didn’t take long, but her eyes narrowed upon seeing JJ and her… tattoos.
They were curious in nature but crude in their execution, and Ciri hadn’t spied them upon the mare’s hide at the last fight. But, she was quick to reason with herself that they hardly mattered; after all, pit fighters were notorious for gaining battle scars.
The frown that has started to curl at the corners of her mouth was to be replaced with teeth bared into a sudden smirk as she caught JJ’s snide comment towards her previous master.
Ciri had originally been drawn to JJ’s ability in the ring, but ultimately it was the fighter’s disposition that had won her over. That, and she matched rather nicely with Xerah, if the two were ever made to stand side by side.
To bring their attention upon her, Ciri extended her wings, lifting them up high above her head in an extravagant stretch; soft, early morning light filtering through them and reflecting off the flecks of blue in amongst her feathers. Ciri's nose wrinkled slightly at the effort, and she decided to forgo the standard platitudes towards Andalo.
What she wanted from him was standing right there after all.
“You need a new bridle.” She stated simply, looking at the pair expectantly and hoping the prompt alone would be enough to get them moving. these sentiments are second-hand.
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Post by foalish on Dec 22, 2018 22:26:04 GMT -6
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