· 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.


❚ PICK A MUSE FROM HERE
❚ WRITE THE NAME IN THE SUBJECT
❚ SEPARATE SECTION FOR VOICE TESTING
❚ ___new cmo out in a few months

Comments

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.