· CALL ME OUT (WINTER) ·

[hobbitholmes]

call me out
· winter 2020 ·

Neon on black top, there's gentle rain downtown.
The shadow pooling underneath me, as it follows on the ground.


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· [ORIGINAL] tiberius darrowbane.

[shakespearian]

sup friendoooo

[estrangedheir]

[ Keep your head down and don't get in trouble, Aghorah had told him, and he'd scowled because it's not like he gets in trouble on purpose. It's not his fault that he's tall or that he's bulked up considerably since he'd started fighting on a more regular basis, or that he has an insufferable grin that usually makes people want to punch him.

But, as he should have already expected, he does get caught up in a brawl in the tavern, and he's not even sure who or what started it. All he really knows is that somewhere along the way he got swept up in the fight, and that it would be stupid not to defend yourself when you're under attack. He doesn't draw his sword, just throwing off the drunks that stumble into his path as he tries to make his way out of the chaos, but when he's cornered into punching a random cutthroat... all of a sudden he's become the target. Well, shit. ]

Please don't make me do this.

[ As genuine as he's being — he really doesn't want to hurt anyone — he gives off the impression that he's taunting them instead. Gods, he just wanted a quiet night and to enjoy a drink in peace. ]

Whats up, friendo!

[shakespearian]

[ Tiberius seems to have a similar - yet different - problem than Callistarte. He was of average height, lean but strong build, and that rogue like nature stayed with him long enough to get him out of some trouble. Not all of it though. Especially when a certain royal family called and forced him to dance in their court.

Which is why he's watching the tavern brawl from the sidelines at first. It isn't something he particularly wants to get involved with. If it were up to him? Tiberius - more well known as Tiber - would rather not be involved with anyone or anything. Fate always seemed to have something else in mind though. Which is why he sighs, inwardly cursing that drive he's always had to help others, and strides over to the fight.

He steps on the foot of one brawler and bends them backwards to the point he yelps. Then, Tiber throws him to the ground. Then onto the next, and the next. Until he gets to the man who is begging the man he's punching. ]

It might help if you stop throwing the fist first.

[estrangedheir]

[ Glancing behind his opponent, Cade sees Tiber striding into the fight, and there's a hint of a smirk at the corners of his mouth as he recognizes who it is. It's always good to see a familiar face, especially that of a friend you're not expecting to see on a regular basis. Although that smile quickly dies when the other comes up to him, because of course Tiber's calling him out, too.

So the blonde throws the fist, hitting the ruffian on the face and knocking him out cold. ]

Tried that. Never works.

[ With that last man finally out of his way, he quickly moves to leave the tavern — while he still can — and motions for Tiber to follow.

They emerge through the back door and into a dark, smelly, deserted alleyway. ] Didn't know you were in town. What's up, Darrowbane?

[shakespearian]

[ Tiber gives a short nod. It's been a while, friendo.

He steps to the side in order to avoid the extra flying punches. ]

Did you ever tell them you were oh so sorry for the disturbances?

[ Hopefully not, because that'd be embarrassing and pathetic. Tiber would just avoid it all together. Because he avoids people. ]

The usual. Traveling, hearing the woes of the people, leaving shortly afterwards. I'm guessing you have more going on than pointless fighting in a bar.