#innerbeast 01

"Well, damn. Looks like you've found me before I found you." There's a playful curve of lips and a near-excitable glint behind sunglasses. Of COURSE, they're excited to meet the one person who's captured Yuri's heart! They're happy for them!

｢𓆄｣ "Looks like we've been placed on the same team!" A chance to cool off and be knocked into some cool water, or the chance to show off his battle prowess, either way! It sounded like a great time for the winged hero regardless. And the guy he was paired with? He seemed like he meant business!

Teams were recommended, of course; she had asked the receptionist if there was a possibility of taking on a Tier 3 challenge by herself, but after looking at her like she'd grown a second head, they simply stressed that teams were recommended at that level of difficulty. That she could work with; she had commanded troops before, existed as part of an imitation of a knight's order, even if the latter was more a collection of individuals that tolerated each other than a true band of comrades. The trouble was that she didn't particularly know who to ask.

Melusine was still here, as was Baobhan Sith, but she would rather not ask Melusine, and she frankly had doubts as to whether Baobhan Sith could handle Tier 3.

Luckily, there happened to be three other people in the lobby at the time with various levels of eagerness for a fight. Before long, the four of them are gathered in what could be called the colosseum's waiting room, Barghest crossing her arms underneath her chest as she gazes out towards her soon-to-be teammates.

"It's likely we'll face both close-range and long-distance combat here, along with whatever else the organizers see fit to send our way. If any of you have any weak points now would be the time to mention them." She declares. "It's not a matter of pride. We fae are averse to iron; if something is your iron, then I don't want to find out about it when it's in the middle of running you through."

"what, to ogle while you lug stuff around?" a somewhat-playful taunt as he considers the offer. "...eh, why not. someone should be here in case you trip up."

attitude aside, yuri finds his work ethic pretty damn impressive-- if not completely over the top and a smidge showboat-y. it certainly helps that he knows a fighter when he sees one, too (it's intriguing, sue him).

"are you sure you wish to fight?"

being a rogue carries with it a very specific skillset, ill-suited for hand to hand combat in most cases. he is fast, agile, and good with a blade... but dar'khol wields a bloody axe. he does not imagine the mi'qote would purposely injure him, but he does not imagine the bar owner going easy on him, either. actually, zevran might be more offended if dar'khol did.

"are you sure i could not interest you in something else?" there's an insinuation there, as there always is, but it is nothing more than a tease. "a drink, perhaps?"

"Well, if this isn't a taste of home..."

Of all the people... A Moonkeeper- and a man, at that. They weren't always seen out in the open, but the few who were... She had to wonder if any of them even bothered with the traditions found in the clans and circles anymore.

Not like she did, she barely remembered the Amariyo's trades anymore.

Still, it's a weight off her shoulders knowing she wasn't the only one of her kind here, but the fact they owned a bar and fight club... It's so familiar it's almost funny to her.

Wherever they were, some things just never seemed to change. Adventurers owned night clubs and fight pits, it's just the way of Eorzea. At least this one seemed to be doing well for itself- Skullrender, she'd have to keep that name in mind.

Oh she liked him already. Just that right amount of smarmy cockiness to make for a fun sparring partner.

She’s built like a tank, but can tell he outclassed her in several aspects just in the way he presented and held himself. The cat ears and tail were disarming, but that just meant he likely had all the grace and dexterity that came with them- and from the way he’s built, equally as much power behind every possible blow.

She’ll have to use that weight against him.

She’s taken to slowly striding across the mats in a small circle while they spoke, sizing him up, looking for possible weak cinches in his proverbial armor. His offer has her laughing, delighted- excited. “Oh, how generous”

Truly, she was the normal human with something to prove here… Well, the ‘normal’ part was dubious, even in this half-potent state.

That slow padding quickly turns into a full sprint as she kicks off the mats with a hard ‘thud’ and a practical roar of effort, running right into what SHOULD be his blind spot and aiming to shoulder check him. Even if he stops her, she charges like a freight train and hits just as hard, its sure to shove them both backwards a good distance, and hopefully knock him off balance, her hands lashing out to try and wrap under his arms to grapple him.

That's the polite version of what's swirling in Uzi's head. The guy had just said he needed his phone fixed- this thing doesn't need a repair, it needs a funeral. This phone is pining for the fjords, and that's a reference Uzi doesn't even understand.

She lifts the cracked mess tenderly, like one misplaced finger is going to cause the entire thing to shatter. It still holds, somehow, and she just turns it in her hands, frowning. Is this what he called her on, or did he borrow someone else's phone? If you turned on the speaker, it would probably just beg for death. When she put up her ad, she figured people would come to her with, like, cracked screens or broken CD drives, not... This.

"Listen, uh..." She frowns, introductions blown completely out of her head by this travesty of a smart device. "Dark Hole. Is that right? Whatever. You want my advice about this thing? Over there, next to the fridge, there's a trashcan. Chuck this in there, and then go buy a new one."

With a sigh, she fiddles with the power button. The screen flickers on, despite all logic, and Uzi figures there must be some kind of reason for trying to save this phone. "I mean, I could probably just pull all the files out so you can transfer 'em, if there's something you wanna save. But if you really want me to try and fix this thing..."

She blows out a deep vent, silicone lips flapping. "Basically digital necromancy. No promises."