nexus_crossings | We're all gonna get in a fight! [EVENT: FITE NITE][Warning: Violence and Blood]

We're all gonna get in a fight! [EVENT: FITE NITE][Warning: Violence and Blood]

People have been disappearing in the Nexus.

Going missing from work, from their homes, from the Plaza.

Locals are staying in their homes, shutting their doors. Even the more shut-in of Nexus goers will be able to tell that something is amiss around here. The Plaza is strangely sparse as far as foot traffic; many of the shops downtown are closing early.

Word is spreading in the Industrial District of an anomaly in the anti-violence field. Easy money for betting in cage fighting. Less easy money but larger amounts for competing in said cage matches. One on one, matches with and without weapons. Rounds go until someone surrenders, is knocked out, or dies. Who would set up such a thing? It's becoming very popular and many a coin is being generated. Are so many people really signing up for this?

Some are. Others are captured and drugged, thrown into the ring against their will with the ultimatum: Fight and get free, or die.

What do you do?

Are you looking to bet your wages? Sign up for a chance at riches? Are you one of the unwilling laying in a dark room?

Or.

Are you going to stand for this if not?

((Please view this OOC post to chat with other players before you jump into a fight! All fights must be agreed upon by participants ahead of time for severity of injuries. Outcomes can be agreed upon or will be decided by a coinflip by myself. Please do not come into this expecting to clean sweep someone without sustaining injuries unless you and your fight partner have agreed ahead of time that would be hilarious. If there are questins, concerns, or complaints PM me. TL:DR Have fun and don't be a dick!))

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At least one persons in the crowd looks to be as annoyed as Felix is. Josh had gotten separated from Chris through all the people and has taken refuge in a nearby seat trying to avoid the worst of the throngs of people.

It isn't Felix the young man notices first, but the spectral wolf at his side.

He's trying not to stare, but as always Wolfie seems to get more notice than its master.

"How'd you tame a wolf? Wouldn't have thought a crowded room was the place something like that would be comfortable being..."

"It's all in knowing how to ask." Felix shoots the kid a smirk, though it's less sincere than usual. "I'm sure an ordinary wolf would hate this. But then, ordinary wolves can't follow instructions, either."

Wolfie doesn't look entirely relaxed, it must be said. He's sitting on his haunches, head lifted to the breeze. An ear flicks Josh's way when he speaks, but the wolf seems intent on something that's neither the crowd around them nor the cage with all its alluring scents.

"Someone you know fighting too?" Josh nods toward the arena below them, arms folded over his chest. He looks relaxed enough but there's unease in his posture. Worry. Sure he's confident his friends will win, but he doesn't want either of them to be hurt.

This is the sort of thing he frets about, after all. The kid looks down at the spectral wolf and gives it a small smile.

"I don't much like crowds either, boy."

"You know, I haven't checked. I was hoping to find a friend here, but he's nowhere to be seen. Or smelled," he adds with a pat for the wolf, notwithstanding its uncertain whine at them. It isn't so sure of that at all. "I'll have to take a look the lists. Place my wagers early."

He glances at the boy, taking note of the quiet tension. "Friend of yours in the ring tonight?"

"A couple. There's a Sith lady named Dia in the rosters. She's crazy strong. Got magic and everything. And--well. Captain Han Solo is a friend too."

Josh smiles then, looking particularly proud of the people who are about to be competing. Still a bit uneasy though.

"I was here with a friend, but we got separated. I'm trying to keep an eye out for him."

"A mage? That should be interesting." Felix nods, takes note of the names. Can't blame the kid for being uneasy, even if his friends are up to the task. If anyone Felix knew was in this, he might be worried too.

"Maybe we should trade quarries," he jokes. "I'll keep a look out for your friend if you'll watch out for mine."

Quarries.

Who talks like that? Then again, this guy is wearing a leather skirt. What was Josh expecting, really? Guy has a ghost wolf. All kinds of crazy. He seems nice enough though, and Josh doesn't meet enough new people as it is. Gotta try to be more normal, here.

"Sure. I'm looking for a guy wearing about three shirts with a pair of thick black glasses. Blonde hair, kinda stocky but my height. His name's Chris. How about you?"

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"Jim Kirk. Short blonde hair, clean-shaven, incredibly blue eyes. If he's in uniform he'll be wearing gold and black although I don't know why he would be, here. Either way, he's... you'll know when you meet him." You could pull a hemp sack over that man and he'd still stick out in a crowd. Felix can feel the smile coming on, tugging at the corners of his mouth, belying his cool air. "He tends to be the center of attention wherever he is."

"Is he a bit old for you to be friends?" Josh makes a bit of a face before he can stop himself. "Is he like..your dad, or something?" Seems like Josh knows of A Jim Kirk, at least.

"Anyway. I know where he is. He's fighting Han Solo. Their match is the biggest attraction here tonight. Whoever set this up must be some kind of hella big nerd."

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"Old? We're about the same age, I think." Felix gives him an odd look. This kid may know the name, but he definitely hasn't met the same man. Not unless Jim's people actually live as long as elves, which... he actually can't be sure about. Hmm...

All speculation is abandoned in a second, though.

"He's what?" The conjurer bolts upright in his seat, eyes narrowed. Beside him the familiar tenses, responding to his burst of mixed emotions. Okay, he can imagine Jim getting roped into such a thing, but why wouldn't he let Felix know? Who's going to patch him up afterward? "Are you serious?"

The change in tone makes the kid flinch, an expression of real fear on his face for a second before he seems to come back to himself. He gets up and tucks his hands into the front pouch of his hoodie.

"Here, I'll show you." He gives the wolf a wide berth now. Josh heads back up the stairs to one of the many betting tables just outside the seating areas. The biggest print fight on all of them is Jim Kirk vs Han Solo in a 'Special' cage match event.

"I didn't know Han would be here either. I just came because they were giving out tickets in the Plaza earlier. Odds are on Solo to win, and frankly, I can't blame 'em. What I can't figure is why the fight's getting so much press. It's going to be over in half a second anyway."

Felix makes himself relax at that look. He doesn't think his reaction warranted that fear, but the kid seemed uneasy anyway and the conjurer isn't trying to upset him.

He gestures at the wolf before following the boy. It's not really necessary, but the familiar settles back down in front of his seat, saving their places in case they want them. Probably best to leave it there for now.

There's no arguing with the advertising, that's certain. Felix studies the irritatingly brief words, expression torn as he tries to decide how he should feel about this. Although once Josh's words sink in he looks sidelong at him, eyebrows raised.

"Oh, really? You're so sure of Solo's skill?" It's probably a tad cruel to start coolly suggesting the kid's friend is in for a beating, but... Felix is concerned about someone other than the person right next to him, for once. And he can't let people say such things about Jim unchallenged.

"If Han has access to his blaster? Yeah. The guy's famous for being a quick shot. And I mean..." Josh gestures vaguely back toward the arena. He's not trying to pick a fight with Miss Leather Wolf Tamer, he figures Han's skills will speak for themselves.

"Kirk isn't exactly known for fighting. That's like, the antithesis of Starfleet isn't it? Space politics over, pardon the pun, star wars?" Plus Josh still is pretty sure the Jim Kirk he's heard of is a tubby guy who's pretty old by the time his first movie even came out. Whereas Han Solo could be his brother.

"He's an explorer," Felix corrects. "You don't get far in unknown territory without knowing how to handle yourself. No guards to come save you out in the Void, you know. Besides, I've actually seen Jim in a fight. Take it from me: he's not some helpless scholar."

...And on the other hand, the kid kind of brings up an important point. Felix turns back to the table, scanning the listing information. "...Is it an armed duel, anyway?"

He doesn't know anything about space weapons. Jim hasn't shown him any. He has no idea what they do to a man, let alone how to heal the wounds... Not that he's worried.

"I hope not, personally." Josh looks uncomfortable at the prospect. "You think Kirk would agree to something that bloody? I didn't take Han for the type to sign up for that kind of a risk, personally...

If the pay was good enough he might though. What's the worst that could happen?

"I don't see Chris around here, and it's starting to get crowded. Sh..should we head back to our seats?"

Felix relaxes a little. "No, not really. He's not afraid to start trouble, but he's not that careless."

Jim's better at staying alive than that. Not so good at staying unharmed...

"Go ahead, I'll be right there. I just need to place a bet." That part of the plan is a given. Now, if he could only find out what Jim thinks he's up to...

"Sure, bro. I'm on it."

It occurs to Josh then that he has no idea what this guy's name is, other than Skirt Wolf Man Who Knows Jim Kirk. Which is a long title for any person to have. Josh heads back and sits down, giving the Wolf a glance as he does so.

"He'll be back in a minute, boy."

Felix may want to hurry on the bets, because there's cheering coming from the stands and something or someone has caught the wolf's attention.

"Holy shit, that's Jim Kirk?"

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The familiar moves aside to let Josh back in his seat. It seems to respond to his talking to it, if only by sniffing at the boy and looking up at him with shining pale eyes for a moment.

Felix doesn't want to throw his name around too readily. It might interfere with betting an inordinate amount of coin under his brother's name. It's easier to be careless with someone else's money, so the terms are quickly settled.

"Of course. Who were you expecting?" He stares down at the ring, taking in the terms of battle before he remembers to sit down. Even then he can't bring himself to settle back in the chair, just perches on the edge with his elbows on his knees. Weapons. Shit. And Solo looks unsettlingly at ease here.

He mutters something under his breath. It might be a curse, but if Josh could hear through the roar of the crowd he might make out the words 'Nocturnal' and 'Stendarr'.

"At least twenty years older with a paunch and a really irritating way of speaking." Josh answers honestly, gaping slightly. He's still not really worried about Han here, even if Kirk jumps the gun and gets the first blow.

He's startled is all. This guy is no Bill Shatner.

And he looks pissed to be here.

"I see blasters." Josh mutters, feeling his stomach sink and churn uneasily. Maybe that's why they're upset? "Seems kind of stranger that they're chained up together..."

"Definitely the wrong guy," Felix comments, that description getting Josh a very brief look of incredulity. No time to dwell on it, though. There's a sharp flash of a smile on his face when Jim is first to strike.

"Makes the fight more interesting, I expect." He's taking notice of their expressions, too. It's not a good sign: he'd assumed Jim would come out laughing and grinning, ready to make a joke of the whole thing. "But either they really hate each other or they didn't know that part of the deal..." Hard to tell, when Han's charging at Jim like that.

Did someone say three shirts and a pair of thick black glasses awhile ago back there?

Chris is around, bumping through the crowds and attempting to find at least one person he knows. Considering that he arrived with Josh, meeting up with the brunette again is his ultimate goal (though he would definitely not object to running into Han or Natasha...wherever they happen to be fighting with their respective opponents).

He mostly keeps to himself. Who is there to trust, exactly, in the Nexus version of Fight Club?

It's when the crowd is distracted and moving to get a better peak at Jim and Han when he spots the other.

"Josh, dude!" His voice must be barely audible amongst the cheering. Better to hurry over.

When he's close enough for Josh to catch him, Chris gives him a relieved smile. "Hey! I've been looking for you, man." Oh, and there's someone else here too. Felix gets a smile as well, although it appears a bit sheepish as Chris might have just interrupted a conversation.

Both Josh and Wolf Guy are watching this fight pretty intensely, but Josh looks up when he hears, or thinks he heard, his name being called. He gets up and looks around, expression turning to one of relief when Chris comes into view.

"Bro, you made it. Han's fighting a young captain Kirk down there." Josh points, shifting so that Chris has a place to sit too. He gestures between Felix and Chris slightly. "This is the guy I was talking about. Chris, this is a friend of Kirk's down there. We were trying to read the fight, more or less."

"Hm?" Felix has to tear his gaze from the two men closing in on each other down below. The wolf's attention doesn't budge: its ears stay pricked toward the the fight of interest, its pose stiff and a bit bristly.

"Ah. Hello." This kid looks about as harmless as the other, whatever pain their space-faring friend is about to cause him. Felix returns Chris's smile, just to be polite, though it's sharp and fast. "Call me Felix."

His eyes are quickly back on the fight, the conjurer sucking in a sharp breath at thee blow Han deals Jim- and exhaling it in a pleased hiss when hiscaptain throws the other rather than take the next hit.

"Woah, seriously?" Chris is quick to shoot his attention towards the fight. Sure enough, that is Han and Captain Kirk duking it out. His lips part in astonishment at the scene before him. Pinch him, he's dreaming.

The edged tone is noted. "Felix," Chris repeats as if testing out the name. "Cool." He is about to say the general 'nice to meet you' that everyone tacks on after being introduced to someone, but the other's attention is clearly fixated on the fight. Not that he can be blamed for that. It is pretty interesting, especially because Josh and Chris are friends with Han. And did Josh say Felix is Kirk's friend? That's...sort of awkward.

"Oh yeah, I'm Josh, by the way." As if Chris yelling his name across the stands didn't give it away Joshua. Felix getting relaxed leads to Josh tensing. How the hell did Kirk even do that Han easily outclasses him in height and weight.

Shit is he gonna be okay?

Oh hell, don't stomp him don't stomp him--oh thank god.

"Holy shit. Kirk is pissed." Come on Han, get it together!

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