[ With the tobacco in hand, Roche gets about packing it on in. The only time he pauses is when he picks up a few lighters to find the working one, because goddamnit they always leave duds out on the table at these places. Four, maybe five flicks of his thumb later and he hits the jackpot. Charcoal? Come to daddy— ]
Who says we're not allowed to fight? I've gone at it with a few of the long-time residents already. One was... I think he said he used to be a wrestler? A real one, not like the ones you'd see on stage with costumes and dramatic storylines. I told him I'm a military man and he wanted to go a few rounds, and then there was a man who tackled me outside of that little get-together our hosts threw for us some weeks ago. We damn near tore each other apart, but...
[ Roche waves some of the smoke away when it starts going and if he looks a little proud of himself? Well, let him live, okay? All that's left now is to wait for the rest of it to catch.]
Point is, I truly don't think they care about the occasional fight or brawl so long as one doesn't decide to start swinging at everyone who looks at them funny or says hello.
[ A glance, and Roche lets himself ease back against the seat too, one brow arched in curiosity. Clearly there's more to it than just a sword, but... he isn't going to paw at that particular door like an unruly behemoth. He's smarter than that. ]
They do have wooden ones in a specialized room down in the Beak. They don't let you take them off the floor but if you're itching to go a few rounds like that versus hand-to-hand, I'd be happy to oblige.
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Who says we're not allowed to fight? I've gone at it with a few of the long-time residents already. One was... I think he said he used to be a wrestler? A real one, not like the ones you'd see on stage with costumes and dramatic storylines. I told him I'm a military man and he wanted to go a few rounds, and then there was a man who tackled me outside of that little get-together our hosts threw for us some weeks ago. We damn near tore each other apart, but...
[ Roche waves some of the smoke away when it starts going and if he looks a little proud of himself? Well, let him live, okay? All that's left now is to wait for the rest of it to catch.]
Point is, I truly don't think they care about the occasional fight or brawl so long as one doesn't decide to start swinging at everyone who looks at them funny or says hello.
[ A glance, and Roche lets himself ease back against the seat too, one brow arched in curiosity. Clearly there's more to it than just a sword, but... he isn't going to paw at that particular door like an unruly behemoth. He's smarter than that. ]
They do have wooden ones in a specialized room down in the Beak. They don't let you take them off the floor but if you're itching to go a few rounds like that versus hand-to-hand, I'd be happy to oblige.