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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With a grin, he tightens his grip as much as he can, hooking a leg around one of Guppy's to keep himself from being thrown.
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He shoots a hand down, going for the big guns, grabs something soft and pulls, hard. Hoping he won't catch any horrible diseases as a result. At the same time he throws back his head, hoping to hit face.
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Guppy waits a moment, catching his breath, waiting to see where he goes next.
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He feels a rush of panic: can Atton repair a broken neck?
He doesn't have time to worry about it for long, because the next punch knocks him out.
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"You did well."
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"I don't think I could have beaten him. Maybe with the cube, but I probably need practice without."