Duncan Mackenzie (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dunmac) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} cirque_rp,@ 2017-08-10 00:19:00 |
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WHO: Byron & Duncan
WHEN: June 1st, night (slightly backdated)
WHERE: Dancing Swords
WARNINGS: TBD
WHAT: Confrontations
PROMPT: Let Down Your Hair
It had been nearly a week since Duncan had joined the insanity that was the Circus, and so far he was less than pleased with the vampire he worked along side at the job he had been assigned. Even less impressed after the attack from the previous day. Perhaps it was his warrior's heart combined with his fighting nature, but Duncan had done all that he could do fend off the Templar's and get others to safety. There had been so much chaos, but during the entire ordeal, there was at least one face that he knew for sure he hadn't seen.
The fact that Byron hadn't been there, assisting, trying to help those who were weaker than they -- enraged him. So what if the weapons used against them could have actually hurt or killed him, it wasn't in his nature to turn from a fight. Duncan had avoided picking up a sword since being assigned to that particular tent. It seemed whenever swords came into his grip, someone died. But that day he picked one up again, not fearing the risk of being dismissed from the circus, and inevitably, his task. Once more, Duncan embraced the side of him that relished in war. All the while, Byron seemed to be off somewhere hiding.
As the proverbial smoke cleared, and the chaos turned to an eerie silence, Duncan checked his progeny first. Knowing she was safe calmed him slightly until the two recalled the events together. Even Caitriona, a former Bonnie lass in her own right, had answered the call to arms. But not Byron. Someone who was supposedly skilled in such matters. Or at least wanted to give off that impression.
The more he thought about it, the more it infuriated him, until he finally began to move around the circus in search of his frustration. It was in the Dancing Swords tent that he found the target. Even with the night off, Byron was in the tent, practicing his knife throwing. The fact that there now was a blade in his hand where there clearly hadn't been the previous day, only fueled the fire. Duncan moved towards the target that Byron was aiming at, catching the blade in his hand before it could hit. His eyes narrowed in on the slightly shorter vampire as he continued to move closer to him.
"Are ye havin' fun there?!" Duncan continued to move forward, towards the other vampire. "Did ye not realize there was a battle yesterday? Turn tail and run like the Sassenach ye are, aye?" He threw the knife to the floor, the blade sinking into the ground with ease. "Dinna care much for fighting then? Or are ye simply a coward?"
WHEN: June 1st, night (slightly backdated)
WHERE: Dancing Swords
WARNINGS: TBD
WHAT: Confrontations
PROMPT: Let Down Your Hair
It had been nearly a week since Duncan had joined the insanity that was the Circus, and so far he was less than pleased with the vampire he worked along side at the job he had been assigned. Even less impressed after the attack from the previous day. Perhaps it was his warrior's heart combined with his fighting nature, but Duncan had done all that he could do fend off the Templar's and get others to safety. There had been so much chaos, but during the entire ordeal, there was at least one face that he knew for sure he hadn't seen.
The fact that Byron hadn't been there, assisting, trying to help those who were weaker than they -- enraged him. So what if the weapons used against them could have actually hurt or killed him, it wasn't in his nature to turn from a fight. Duncan had avoided picking up a sword since being assigned to that particular tent. It seemed whenever swords came into his grip, someone died. But that day he picked one up again, not fearing the risk of being dismissed from the circus, and inevitably, his task. Once more, Duncan embraced the side of him that relished in war. All the while, Byron seemed to be off somewhere hiding.
As the proverbial smoke cleared, and the chaos turned to an eerie silence, Duncan checked his progeny first. Knowing she was safe calmed him slightly until the two recalled the events together. Even Caitriona, a former Bonnie lass in her own right, had answered the call to arms. But not Byron. Someone who was supposedly skilled in such matters. Or at least wanted to give off that impression.
The more he thought about it, the more it infuriated him, until he finally began to move around the circus in search of his frustration. It was in the Dancing Swords tent that he found the target. Even with the night off, Byron was in the tent, practicing his knife throwing. The fact that there now was a blade in his hand where there clearly hadn't been the previous day, only fueled the fire. Duncan moved towards the target that Byron was aiming at, catching the blade in his hand before it could hit. His eyes narrowed in on the slightly shorter vampire as he continued to move closer to him.
"Are ye havin' fun there?!" Duncan continued to move forward, towards the other vampire. "Did ye not realize there was a battle yesterday? Turn tail and run like the Sassenach ye are, aye?" He threw the knife to the floor, the blade sinking into the ground with ease. "Dinna care much for fighting then? Or are ye simply a coward?"