Post by CharlieGordon on Feb 16, 2016 14:23:06 GMT
Malcolm Jenkins
"Look. They have a combat arena. I want to check it out!" He insisted as he dragged Saskia reluctantly along in his stead. The sun was an orange fireball, waxing in the West now as the afternoon wore on. The lazy air hummed with the pregnant promise of another lazy early evening and the air thickened with pollen, creating a misty haze that draped itself languidly across the balmy atmosphere.
"We're supposed to be looking for Arthur." Chided Saskia. Since their arrival, all the pair had done, she thought, was procrastinate and 'explore'. Though they seemed to be taking country walks and touring alehouses and taverns more than sightseeing or actually discern any relevant information. A grass lizard skittered through the crack in a drystone wall and crickets chirruped noisily in the spiny shrubs that flanked the road towards the Coliseum. "You just want to play with your new best pal!" Teased Saskia.
"Ha! Yes. Old Djinny and I have been getting along splendidly.” His shadow-summon hadn’t been called since defeating an Ifrit on the journey out of the shadowplanes but the look of contempt Djinn shot at Malcolm was more powerful than a thousand curses. He hadn’t risked utilizing Infernus (the Ifrit) either, both were more powerful summons than he’d ever had and he was at a loss for how to bring them to heel.
“Face it. If it weren’t for me and Hukka, you’d never win any battles!” Saskia pressed her playful torment.
“Oh please!” protested Malcolm. “Gus is more effective than you!” It was his turn to tease her now. ‘Gus’ was a mushroom-headed spore thing… actually, what was Gus? “Maybe I want to fight hand-to-hand?” He suggested, a smile giving away his insincerity.
“If you make anymore comments like that, then you might have to!” She quipped, barbed by the comparison to ‘Fun-Gus’ the fungus.
Before long, the impressive structure of the Coliseum loomed and both were impressed. Saskia liked cool architecture but she wished Malcolm would be honest about his motives for coming here. Why hadn’t he really sought Arthur? What were they wasting time for at some fighting arena? They ducked inside and found the place fairly quiet. A few patrons were wandering around the seated grandstands, taking in this evidently new building. One citizen was patiently sketching the arena; possibly for some official archives.
“Do you just rock-up and challenge folks?” Mused Malcolm aloud. He had his eyes fixed on where the action took place and it was clear he wanted a dust-up after their long walk from the Shadowplanes.
“I honestly don’t know Mal. But maybe we should head into the main gate area and see if there are lists you can join or some process you can enter into. There’s probably a proper league system. They had those at Dorrenthall…” She grimaced at the memory. Nothing good had ever happened to her at Dorrenthall.
“Hmm, as you say…” He wandered over into the alcove at the rear of the main entrance and looked around for some assistance. One thing was certain; he was up for a fight!
"Look. They have a combat arena. I want to check it out!" He insisted as he dragged Saskia reluctantly along in his stead. The sun was an orange fireball, waxing in the West now as the afternoon wore on. The lazy air hummed with the pregnant promise of another lazy early evening and the air thickened with pollen, creating a misty haze that draped itself languidly across the balmy atmosphere.
"We're supposed to be looking for Arthur." Chided Saskia. Since their arrival, all the pair had done, she thought, was procrastinate and 'explore'. Though they seemed to be taking country walks and touring alehouses and taverns more than sightseeing or actually discern any relevant information. A grass lizard skittered through the crack in a drystone wall and crickets chirruped noisily in the spiny shrubs that flanked the road towards the Coliseum. "You just want to play with your new best pal!" Teased Saskia.
"Ha! Yes. Old Djinny and I have been getting along splendidly.” His shadow-summon hadn’t been called since defeating an Ifrit on the journey out of the shadowplanes but the look of contempt Djinn shot at Malcolm was more powerful than a thousand curses. He hadn’t risked utilizing Infernus (the Ifrit) either, both were more powerful summons than he’d ever had and he was at a loss for how to bring them to heel.
“Face it. If it weren’t for me and Hukka, you’d never win any battles!” Saskia pressed her playful torment.
“Oh please!” protested Malcolm. “Gus is more effective than you!” It was his turn to tease her now. ‘Gus’ was a mushroom-headed spore thing… actually, what was Gus? “Maybe I want to fight hand-to-hand?” He suggested, a smile giving away his insincerity.
“If you make anymore comments like that, then you might have to!” She quipped, barbed by the comparison to ‘Fun-Gus’ the fungus.
Before long, the impressive structure of the Coliseum loomed and both were impressed. Saskia liked cool architecture but she wished Malcolm would be honest about his motives for coming here. Why hadn’t he really sought Arthur? What were they wasting time for at some fighting arena? They ducked inside and found the place fairly quiet. A few patrons were wandering around the seated grandstands, taking in this evidently new building. One citizen was patiently sketching the arena; possibly for some official archives.
“Do you just rock-up and challenge folks?” Mused Malcolm aloud. He had his eyes fixed on where the action took place and it was clear he wanted a dust-up after their long walk from the Shadowplanes.
“I honestly don’t know Mal. But maybe we should head into the main gate area and see if there are lists you can join or some process you can enter into. There’s probably a proper league system. They had those at Dorrenthall…” She grimaced at the memory. Nothing good had ever happened to her at Dorrenthall.
“Hmm, as you say…” He wandered over into the alcove at the rear of the main entrance and looked around for some assistance. One thing was certain; he was up for a fight!