She looked at him a moment, considering what he said. Maybe he was right. Her head still felt funny, but she thought she was thinking clearly.
She smiled and put her hand on his, snuggling up to him a little.
Maybe. I should lighten up a little. It's a party, after all. I'm not setting any broken bones, though. Gray can't count on that again. She was silent a moment.
While we watch...tell me about yourself. If you want.
Alec [M:118:6:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=412&page=1#1242]"I see," said the blind man to the deaf lady.[0:Wandering the stacks.][1:Present and accounted for.]
Alec takes the blow with a grunt, then leaps back a few paces. His eyes turn a deeper shade of that steely red, and he takes a deep breath. He steps back in, crouches, and grabs Gray by the shoulder and elbow. Pivoting on his heel, he drives a hip into Gray's stomach, and forces Gray over his shoulder and slams him onto the ground. Taking a few quick steps back, Alec wipes a thin sheen of sweat from his forehead, and laughs. "I did not think that would work." It goes without saying he keeps a weather eye on Gray.
Come in under the shadow of this red rock, and I will show you something different from either your shadow at morning, striding behind you, or your shadow at evening, rising to meet you. I shall show you fear in a handful of dust.
Grayell only laughs as he springs to his feet in a hurry.
Well this is a show after all Alec. We don't want to bore our audience, right?
The words turned almost vicious as did the grin as Grayell bolted in. His arm swatted Alec's punch aside and he shot a leg inside Alec's own in a hurry. He lunged, rocked his body against Alec's and forced him off balance - before his instep pounded off of Alec's thigh like a step. Grayell floated past Alec's shoulder and spun, airborne hips in full, savage rotation and sending his foot slamming into Alec's back between his shoulder blades.
Grayell dropped, completing the turn as Alec was sent face first into the grass... which didn't taste quite as sweet as the wine being served. By all accounts though, it was tasty grass.
Faloren seemed a little surprised at Marg's inquiry and seemed to have little to say.
Faloren considered her words and seemed to have no luck comprehending exactly what she was getting at. These things were alien to him to a large extent.
"I... have no family. Not as you do. We simply are and then sooner or later, we are not.
And love... well that is a hard thing to imagine. So no."
Alec [M:118:6:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=412&page=1#1242]"I see," said the blind man to the deaf lady.[0:Wandering the stacks.][1:Present and accounted for.]
Scrambling to his feet, Alec splutters and spits grass out of his mouth. "Of course not," he says, taking another deep breath to steady himself. "What type of performers would we be if we bored our most gracious hosts, hmm?" he says, chuckling, and bouncing on his heels. Darting in, he bats aside Gray's hand, and drives his knee into Gray's stomach. Grabbing him by the waist, Alec lifts him up and drops Gray on his face, to get his own taste of the delicious grass. Getting his feet under him, Alec scrambles up once more and faces Gray as he falls onto his on the grass.
Come in under the shadow of this red rock, and I will show you something different from either your shadow at morning, striding behind you, or your shadow at evening, rising to meet you. I shall show you fear in a handful of dust.
Grayell laughed and this time rolled forward and onto his back, looking at Alec with a wide smile. He leans his head on his hand a moment.
Well I have to say, I can see why Kiga likes you so much Alec. But you're not my type tiger.
Grayell slips forward and spins low, his leg carving under Alec's own as Alec is quick to dodge the sweep. Grayell lifts quickly, throws a punch at Alec's face which he dodges, another at his chest, dodged as well... but then pushes both ridge hands inside Alec's shoulders. A second of numbness there and Grayell snaps a hand onto Alec's junk.
He laughs and lifts a little.
We didn't say anything about beneath the belt did we? Maybe you should sing for me sunshine....
Faloren tried his best to answer her, he really did. It wasn't easy and she could not understand why, but for a faerie to fathom their own meaning or purpose... well it simply didn't happen.
"We... are about... having fun? Most of us. Some of us are terrible, dark things that don't care for fun.
I don't think I understand you Margett. I am sorry."
Truth be told, Faloren was a simple being. She might well be barking up the wrong tree.
Alec [M:118:6:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=412&page=1#1242]"I see," said the blind man to the deaf lady.[0:Wandering the stacks.][1:Present and accounted for.]
Standing on his toes, face pinched, Alec hisses through gritted teeth. Looking down, he smiles at Gray viciously. "A bit rougher than I generally like, wildman," he snarls, then drives the heels of his palm into Gray's throat, knocking Gray on his ass so Alec can step back. He walks in small, concentric circles, shaking his leg. "Gods, man. Can we leave the genitalia out of the fight, please?"
Come in under the shadow of this red rock, and I will show you something different from either your shadow at morning, striding behind you, or your shadow at evening, rising to meet you. I shall show you fear in a handful of dust.
Grayell only rolled out of the blow, hands pressing to the ground and him tumbling away. He came up low, now sneering... but his eyes were still only having fun. He shrugs and straightens up, and his lead foot pulls back and against his rear. One hand pulls to his hip and the other lifts in an outwards circle, rear of his hand facing Alec. It then unfolds, his fingers relaxed and his stance lowering.
The moment you want to get serious Alec, you let me know. It's likely in our best interest to wow the Queen though.
Hmm. Well...sorry for prying, I guess. She looked back to the fight without another word. Were they really that simple? She mulled that over, watching the fight.
Faloren watched her and seemed to frown, if only a little. He removed his hand from her arm and folded them before him, watching the fight now as she did.
She had more wine. She finished off the apple. She had even started to pick at some of the small cakes before the Wolf had offered to be Mab's champion. She was irrationally angry at that offer, too. What was she going to do about, though? Offer to be the Queen's champion, too?
No. There had been malicious delight on the Faery queen's face.
That left her with only one other option. Watch them. Her eyes darkened intently when the Wolf began removing the fine clothing for the battle. Maybe this wouldn't be quite so bad. She did not know Alec at all, but they certainly weren't going to kill each other. She could not have said the same for any faerie creature.
Grayell only sighed at Alec's hesitation. He came on then, they needed to press each other and quit playing about. Hands shot out and met one another with a meaty thwack, then pressed and left, a series of lighting glances and blows exchanged with blurring speed.
The two pugilists walked slowly about each other in a circle, each man throwing endless blows, trapping and blocking, twisting and punching, elbows and exotic techniques looking to strike a vital point or cripple the other. Both were sweating but Grayell was grinning, his eyes never leaving Alec's.
A gasp from Alec signalled his miss and his throat snapped shut with a light blow, then one to his chest, his eyes and his gut, in lightning succession; sending him reeling back. Grayell followed him with two casual strides, then stepped onto Alec's knee, slipped his other leg about Alec's neck and clutched his arm at the wrist, and laid back.
Alec was brought crashing to the ground, Grayell's leg wrapped about his neck, his arm brought behind him and torqued back. He tapped, knowing this could end him all too brutally and Grayell released, rolling away and onto his feet. He offered Alec a hand as the scholar massaged his torn shoulder, rubbed his aching neck.
But Grayell smiled.
A spectacular demonstration Alec. I can only imagine what would happen were we to fight.