Darius Delacreaux (painkilling) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-04-14 11:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !thread, darius delacreaux, drake liu |
I know this isn't much but, I know I could I could be better...
Who: Darius and Drake
What: Fighter's Guild Exhibition: Day 3 of Festival.
Where: Around the exhibition grounds.
When: Before or after the match, you decide.
Rating: PG?
Status: Complete
The exhibition matches were supposed to be simple, a matter of show and whimsy but many of the combatants often forgot that. If it was a matter of their pride, or just getting lost in the motion of things, it was hard to tell. Maybe some had grudges against their fellow guild members and this was the perfect chance to work out such aggressions under the guise of 'a show'. The truth behind the matter would be something that Darius would never fully know, and honestly, he wasn't sure he cared enough some days to find out. Today, the match with the Riskbreaker promised to be interesting at the very least and he expected at least a few people to stumble over themselves and end up in some form of near disrepair. Though, who knew, maybe he'd be proven wrong. Though, lingering feelings always haunted him during these fights. Darius remembered when he was a kid, when his pa was still alive and how much joy and exhilaration his father would take from the matches, thrilled for even a chance to show off the good name of the guild and help display the power of the old guild master through high leaps and devastating lance strikes. Sometimes, being here broke his heart. The Delacreaux name was known in the Fighter's Guild, first for his father and now for him. However, the two men were known for completely different reasons and sometimes, late at night, Darius had laid awake in bed wondering how often the older members of the FG pointed and judged how the son of the mighty Dragoon had become nothing more than some pathetic little white mage having to hide behind his stronger comrades to stay alive. Not that Darius was really much of one to hide, he'd done his fair share of dashing across the field foolishly to administer powerful healing magicks to dying comrades but... Still. Sometimes, he couldn't help but wonder just what was said behind his back |