Atton Rand (
stuck_mynock) wrote2011-10-23 10:39 pm
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[OOM] Festival of the Red Snow.
Atton takes Guppy out onto the surface of Kazic III, into a large settlement the centre of which seems to be almost completely taken up by a festival. Which means merchants lining every street with stalls, tents for fortune-tellers, a performance going on at one end of the city centre (it appears to be the story of a particularly bloody war, represented with physical theatre by some very athletic dancers) and a stage at the other end which is currently not being used, judging by the burly men socialising and posturing at each other on it.
Atton's dressed up warm, because even though it's the warm season, it's still Kazic III, which makes it about as cold as a Scottish winter.
Atton's dressed up warm, because even though it's the warm season, it's still Kazic III, which makes it about as cold as a Scottish winter.
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Sadly for him, all he finds in there is a snotty tissue Coral gave him earlier.
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The dress code appears to be barefoot and barechested, with most of the participants wearing shorts.
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"Did they use the same forcepower as you to heat this?"
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He'd do it in a half lotus position, but his flexibility won't quite allow it, so he kneels instead.
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Up on the platform, the champion peers around the various gathered competitors, before calling up a very burly looking man. They take their positions, and then the burly man starts offloading blows into the champion's torso. The champion takes it for a minute, without reacting, then knocks the burly man to the ground and bludgeons him with one hand until he's nearly unrecognisable.
When he eventually relents, several people drag the burly man off, and the champion starts looking around again.
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On the platform, the champion takes out another contender by knocking him to the ground and, with swift stamps, snapping his legs.
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At the end of the day, this could be a rehearsal for something really nasty he has to fight.
When it's his turn, he steps up and faces his challenger. It would be idiocy to try and beat him by strength, so he's looking for weak spots.
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He raises his hands, as though to punch, but as his hand shoots forward, he instead grabs the champion's little finger and pulls sharply in a direction intended to dislocate it, in the hope he'll pull towards himself.
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He waits for a move, wondering if he can whack a nerve.
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