Talk Shit, Get Hit.

[Cole Volker]

Cole was eager to get a few punches in, unsure (and really not caring) who his opponent would be. After some of the things he'd fought, a mundane was... Well, Cole wasn't expecting trouble. He quickly signed up, wrote down his name, and waited for his chance in the ring. While he wasn't as accustomed to fighting with his fists (Well... 'fists'), he could still sling a punch. Waiting for his name, he returned to the bar and continued drinking- Idle chat with the Circe to pass the time.

"Damn. Didja see that lass? Think I'm facing her next? Ha, not sure I'd win that under normal circumstances. You planning to fight Sis? Or is this just where ye drink? And what about you lad? You seem like you know how to throw a punch."

His mask hardened, his skin retained a human hue and his veins showed crimson. He looked down at his drink, shaking the glass a bit in a fidgety manner.

Cole, while not experienced, is a capable fighter- and didn't care to see who his opponent is. Even if it's entirely one-sided, if a player wants to jump in as his next opponent, I'm game.

[Fawkes]

If y'all want to discuss how to move this Scene forward, it's less clunky on the Discord. The way I'm moving forward is that this PC will enter the ring if things are boring for the spectators.

[Circe]

"I totally agree Matt. If ya hit, hit hard," Circe nods with a grin, "If ya gonna get shit done ya might as enjoy it. Nice ta meet someone that's liked minded. And while I prefer range, since I ain't a big fella like ya, I'll fight dirty as fuck whenever someone gets in close." Circe was at least honest about herself.

Circe whistled in appreciation of Phoenyx's performance. She then looks to Cole, "Nah bro, ta both I think. She looks like she's chatting and I prefer ta fight with weapons," she frowns, "I've no illusions that I'm Rocky. My chest is better fer starters," that frown turns upside down into a cheeky grin. Circe then gives Cole a thumbs up, "But yer cool big sis will cheer fer ya when ya win! And buy ya a drink too."

[Blackbird]

Eyebrows peaked as Alice approached.

Bold, little Alice.

She smirks as the woman introduces herself, moving her free hand to accept the offered hand and granting a soft shake. The other remained where it was on Atticus' form.

"Beth," she says, "But my friends call be BB. Consider me... inspired, Alice."

She offers the victor a wink. Atticus' voice draws the bird's gaze back to him, her smirk pulling into a small smile as he shows his more playful side.

"And miss this?" she asks, gesturing to the pit fights, "I don't think so... this is relaxing."

Given that Blackbird had fought much in the last few months, it was entertaining to see others come to blows. For no other reason than simple greed. The simplicity of it all had a certain purity.

"A little of both?" she says playfully as Atticus questions whom she was researching, "Let's just say I'm looking to expand... Acquisitions can get dull, but there's a certain appeal in proprietorship. That said, you, Mr. James, are often a figure of interest."

She gives a wink, her expression turning coy for a moment before turning her head back to the fights. And, naturally, Alice.

"Do you come here often?" she asks the petite woman.

[Phoenyx]

Phoenyx smiles - proud but mirthless, and shakes the hand. There's a bit of a stilted pause. Small talk, dum-dum.

"Nice to meet you," 'Alice' says, a little too late to be natural.

"First time, actually. Found the place by luck. And Inspired? I like that. It helps to have a sexist jerk think he can beat you just because you're a girl." She shrugs with one shoulder. "Thing is you can only ever get away with that trick once."

[Fawkes]

Fawkes' eyes click as they focus on the athletic woman called Alice. "Wonderful form," he doesn't seem particularly worried or even aware he's potentially interrupting, "Not a comment on your gender: it's unusual to see a professional here." He wasn't looking to get his face cracked.

The way he fought wasn't nearly as polished as his appearance. The lack of activity in the pit made his attention wander to the board, where the host gives him a little nod towards the ring. If he could frown, he would; snapping bones was an indulgence of his that he wasn't eager to dive into with multiple Courtiers and a possible police officer present.

He notes yet another one of the Lost getting smoothed over by the replacement bouncer. Apparently this pass time was attractive. The Silent Arrow wouldn't be pleased. He gives Cole Volker a nod, unable to note any obvious affiliation, but it was a small comfort to locate a kindred spirit.

[Matt Joule]

Matt laughs again, appreciatively, at Circe's words. She gets it. Cool. He nods to her and drains another can of beer, not having anything to add to the woman's perfect summation of The Way Things Are.