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

[smartass_captain]

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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[conjuredskies]

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'.

[brother_alone]

"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..."

[conjuredskies]

"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.

[makeachoice]

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.

[brother_alone]

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."

[conjuredskies]

"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.

[makeachoice]

"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.

[brother_alone]

"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!

[conjuredskies]

"A pleasure," Felix replies, entirely distracted. He'll probably remember the name, anyway. Okay, so Jim didn't manage to finish the fight there, but he's doing well.

"Come on," the Imperial mutters urgently, just about holding his tongue in time. Don't let him recover. Don't let him regain the initiative.

...Though as he watches, it sinks in that Josh has a fight. "I've never seen this- he's... hmm."

What's going on here? Does Jim have some grudge against Solo? Why? That's not like him. Felix doesn't think it's like him to be rattled by pre-fight insults, either. And right now... angry is the wrong word. It's a desperate kind of fury in his ducking and diving, his no-holds-barred attack on Solo.

Jim always has a plan. Always has a clever gambit in mind. Except this time...

[makeachoice]

Is Chris the only one that's mildly uncomfortable by this?

He settles for easing into it as much as he can and giving a loud 'whoop!' for Han Solo. It drowns within the relentless waves of cheers that carry through the audience, so he gives another for good measure. He doubts that it'll make way to Han, who is being bombarded by the noise of the crowd and is set in state of concentration. But it's the thought that counts, that sort of mindset of if one cheers and hollers enough, it'll somehow grant whoever they're rooting for the ability to win.

Felix's voice slips through the clamor, and it catches Chris enough for him to shoot a look at the other. He raises a brow and scrunches his nose. "Something wrong?"