Dance With Death

[Starliate]

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Raoul

I strongly hope you've rid the idea that 'Nyka' still prevails within me as your ally.

You and your kind will always be a target for what I do, and you can blame your colleague for that very grudge.

However, it is very rare that I go out of my way to hunt down one of you in specific. I have many run ins with you lot, I naturally don't need to look hard! But you, you've made a fateful error.

You messed with the wrong Beckett and laid threats to her life- leaving her a bloodied mess for me to find.

It is here that I proclaim for all to know that i'm coming for you, and I hope you're coming to find me too.

Meet me within the dead of night, old 'friend'.

It's time I severely . . .

rock.
your.
shit.

- Emile Velkov
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This message can be seen posted up around Regalia! This is a declaration of a duel that me and Chapter have organized OOCly! Feel free to respond.​

 

[Hutydan]

A certain fortune teller comes across one of the posts, giving a double take. It was then that they could be seen squinting, a puzzled look overcoming their features.
"...Who the fuck is Raoul?"
The figure asked no one, but himself, a ponder for a moment before they ultimately dropped it with an upward shrug of their shoulders.
<Kriv> "..Don't die, or anything- Or so help me void."
Snickering, the Ailor set off, unaware of the situation, but confident in their sibling's capabilities.
<Kriv> "I'll warn you if the future plagues you with the loss of that battle, let's just hope whatever I scry ends up being positive."

 

[trent_rouls]

In the quiet of night, as the morose form of the Sergeant made his way back to the place he called...not home, but somewhere that contained almost everything he cared for these days.

He would pause and read...the silence. ...becoming overwhelming to his own ears and yet...he couldnt truly find the words beyond these few.

"You wont be left alone Em."

And off he continued, into the night, the weight of the day, all the more heavy on his mind.

 

[Lionfiles]

Aleksandra looks over the flyer with haste, her gaze slowly turning to Antoinette for only a moment.
"Emile... Antoinette is going to beat your ass... Do whatever this is quick." She whispers to no one in particular.

 

[soggytoenails]

@Spliczer @trent_rouls @Rowet

Kailang ripped the paper off the board and squinted like the font was written by a tiny rodent.

"EH? EMILE'S GOING TO FIGHT RAOUL?! WYN, SCRATCH EMILE OFF THE LIST! GLORY TO THE FLESH HUNTER. GLORY TO QARRAKH---"

He went on and on with his rampant string of violent voidal preachings as he shook the paper in front of Llewyn and jabbed his finger at the words.

 

[Rowet]

"Eh, what?" A certain Silven murmurs, attempting to get a good look at the paper. Infernal eyes managed to get a brief look at certain words, and all they could do was sigh softly at both Kailang's ramblings & the parchment.

".. Hope they know what they're doin'," Llewyn spoke after a moment, before reaching a hand to clamp itself on Kailang's shoulder, giving him a jostle. "'ND STOP YELLING!"

@soggytoenails