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tushanshu_ooc2016-03-15 04:14 am
Vic Faraday | OC
[Vic hasn't quite decided why he's in the market. Maybe he wants to pick some pockets. Maybe he's looking for target to mug or pick a fight. Maybe he just feels like taking a walk. When the whim hits him he'll know. For now he just strolls past stalls whistling a jaunty tune while he swings his bat in lazy circles.
Out of the corner of his eye he sees a hand make a grab for the bat. Some local, maybe a teenager it's hard to tell with these weirdos, tries to wrench the bat from his hand thinking he's not paying attention. Just like that, Vic decides what he feels like doing today.
His grip suddenly tenses around the bat keeping it from getting yanked from his hand. A swift, sudden jab with his free hand smashes the teen's nose staggering him. Vic follows with another jab, this time in the teen's gut, to knock the wind out of him. Finally, a sweeping kick knocks him off his feet to sprawl onto his back on the hard ground.
The teenager wheezes in pain but before he even begins catching his breath, Vic stomps a foot onto his chest and pins him to the ground. Vic settles the business end of his bat next to his head just in case he feels like struggling.
When Vic looks around he sees almost everyone's eyes on him. Some look horrified. Others look disgusted. A lot just try not to stare. Vic smiles back at them as he addresses the crowd.]
So! Anyone want to tell me what Fish Ear's biggest mistake was?
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I believe you've made your point, sir. Please, there's no need for further violence.
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Holy crap lady you are almost blindingly pink.
[That alone almost makes him forget about the thief under his foot. Until he moans anyway. Vic looks back and chuckles, almost playfully.]
That's all up to my friend here Pinky. See, I don't have a lot of stuff but what I do have I'm pretty attached to. Fish Ears here decided to act as an example of what happens when people try to take my stuff.
[He looks back to the woman in pink, the smile still on his face.]
Now he just needs to say the magic words to make it all better.
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You've no need to continue to humiliate him. No one respects a bully.
[ She steps forward, as if intent to help the kedan to his feet, regardless of the fact that he was still being held down. ]
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[As she steps forward Vic makes no attempt to move. He doesn't make any attempt to strike at her either. Pinky's got some moxie. If she was a decade or so older she'd definitely be his type, even with all the pink.]
As long as no one gets touchy with my stuff I'm pretty happy.
[None of these people really matter to Vic. There's no one here that's really worth caring about. This is just a chance to tell people to leave him the hell alone.]
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Alright, guess that works.
[But he barely cares about any recompense she could offer him. It's more out of respect for her that he agrees. Pinky's showing a lot more guts than he's ever seen from any of these weirdos.
Vic finally takes his foot off Fish Ears.]
You better thank Pinky here if you know what's good for you Fish Ears.
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[ The kedan gets hastily to his feet, muttering what's (probably) a thanks in their general direction before beating a quick retreat. ]
And my name is Euphemia, not "Pinky"... Euphemia li Britannia.
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What? Really? Man you must have been really popular in school with a name like that.
[Seriously how mean does a parent have to be to name their kid something that weird?]
But I gotta hand it to you kid. You've got a huge pair of balls swinging between your legs.
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I didn't have any trouble with it, actually.
[ Mostly because she was home-schooled because Royal Family and Charles would probably have had anyone who spoke out of turn beheaded or something. Euphie purses her lips a bit at the mental imagery -- she's young, but not naive enough not to understand the reference, after all -- but lets it slide. A princess must always keep her composure, after all. ]
Thank you for the, ah, compliment, unconventional phrasing aside. Might I assume you'll be able to continue on your way without causing any more fights, sir?
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Honestly? Probably not. It's a big city. There's a lot of people. I'll probably end up kicking someone's ass again.
[The comment comes so casually he might as well be talking about the weather. He's not going to lie to her though. Lying would mean he cares about what she thinks of him. While he might respect her for the stunt she pulled he doesn't care in the least if she thinks of him as a pig or bully or anything else.]
Chances are someone's gonna talk about what happened here or Fish Ears might tell some pals if he's got any. Then someone's gonna come looking for a fight so it happens all over again.
[That's how the routine usually goes anyway.]
Besides, I think you mentioned something about recompense?
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[ and she'll apparently stand by that; a princess' word is her bond ]
What are your terms then, sir?
i had to.
Before she knows it, there's a hand on her back, shoving her forward from the crowd and closer to Vic and his catch. The girl looks terrified and grips to the bat, ready to swing if she needs to but certainly not looking for a fight.]
this is perfect
Nice bat there kid.
[The fact that she's obviously terrified doesn't even seem to register.]
But if you're gonna take a swing at me you're holding the bat all wrong. There's not gonna be any power in the swing. It won't even knock me over.
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No no no, I don't want to hit anyone. You've got it all wrong Mister. I'll just... be going...
[Both her smile and her laugh are awkward and uncomfortable, but try as she might to shuffle back into the crowd and away from the man, the more she finds herself blocked.]
Um, excuse me please. There's been a mistake. I-
[Nope. She ain't getting anywhere.]
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[Someone as young as her won't even come close.
Vic steps off the theif, effectively forgetting about him entirely.]
But I can show you some stuff that will make Babe Ruth jealous.
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[Which is why he just aims a swift sweeping kick at the man's legs to get him off the Kedan teen, and offers a hand up to the kid to let him get running.]
No, but I can tell you yours, eh?
[He's still not a hero, but he's definitely willing to fight.]
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When he sees a newcomer helping Fish Ears get away though his grin shifts to a small frown. He doesn't even really register the new guy as he watches the thief away.]
Guess I'm looking for something else to do then.
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[Deadpan, semi-serious, but a leg is already raised into a fighting stance.]
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Yeah I don't do "sparring".
[You can almost hear the air quotes in his voice.]
I just offer a beating when someone asks for one.
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Oh good, neither do I.
[Duck or expect another kick to the chest, Mister.]