Atton Rand (
stuck_mynock) wrote2009-06-09 09:14 pm
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Mirror plot II.
When the morning comes, Atton's gone, but there are two rather ragged and thin looking pirates poking Will with their feet.
"Get up," one says (he's very shrill). "You're to report to the quartermaster, down on deck four."
"Get up," one says (he's very shrill). "You're to report to the quartermaster, down on deck four."
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In the middle, there's a large circle, depressed down into the rock by ten or twelve feet, with two roughly hewn doorways on each side, through one of which Will's just come.
Opposite from him, somebody else emerges through another door. It's clear that Atton had a sense of humour when he picked Ray - technically, he follows what Will had specified, that his opponent be around the same size as him. He's only slightly taller, only slightly broader. The joke is in the fact that, this aside, any semblance of fairness has been thrown out the window - he has battered, mismatched armour, a heavy axe in one hand and a sword in the other, and from the back of his head streams a mass of tentacles, bifurcated to hold a hammer and another sword.
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The crowd's cries aren't especially coherent, but it's clear that they rather want Will to finish him off.
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"Why should I kill 'em?"
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At which point there's a blur behind Will as Atton lands nearby, striding over and ruffling his hair.
"You did good. Don't worry about it."
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"Aye, good."
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"But he's not much use to me as a pirate. He's lazy, he's greedy, he's not really a people-person, and now he can't even walk. No good as a slave t'sell, either," a flick of his hand hoists Ray into the air.
Ray twitches, for a moment, before Atton clenches his fist. There's a loud crunching noise, before Ray goes limp, and Atton lets him drop down to the floor again.
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"Oh aye."
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"Someone was always going t'die here today. But I'm glad it wasn't you - I like you more than Ray." There's a pause, while Atton peers at Will, as if he's very tempted to start another fight, before he just shrugs. "Head to my quarters. I'll see to that wound when I get there."
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Then Will bows to Atton and hides the wince from moving his arm that way as he cleans and sheathes his sword.
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