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Tweak says, "No wai!"

Brynhild Ingouf (brynhild_ingouf) wrote in spinningcompass,
@ 2019-08-17 22:24:00

Entry tags:

!open, brynhild, dan torrance, john constantine

Who: Bryn
Where: The main room of Bad Things
What: Court
When: August 17th( to the station) night, early morning August 18th
Rating: High because there is likely to be death.
Open: Yes! And to subthreads for the spectators.
Status: on going

Bryn and Aibhlinn had spent the whole of the day getting ready for court.

The throne was moved onto the stage, and made to look like something that would have been found in the Viking's longhouse. It was made of ancient oak, and piled with furs of hunted animals, the skins were also very old. On each side sat a chair, one decorated in a celtic design and the other was made out of wood that was almost black, but was otherwise plain. Pits had been opened up in the floor, and bonfires built, each one with a protective spell that would keep the fire from being coaxed by any of the leaders coming to attend. And there were buttons not far away from a hands touch to turn on the overhead sprinkler system should they need it. The bar was moved out of the middle of the room, pushed up against the far wall. A walk way lined with furs, like those that covered the throne, went up the center of the room and on either side of it sat rows of wooden benches.

In the upper floors more comfortable seating could be found, modern couches, and chairs, all lined up close to the railing so the spectacle could be easily seen.

Bryn looked every bit the like the shieldmaiden she died as. Leather chest piece, likely the one she had died in because it was decorated in Norse runes, and had holes in the left side -likely made from many arrows, was over a long chainmail cuirass. Simple tanned hide trousers were beneath. Sword belt was slung across her hips, and leather boots covered her feet. Her hair was pulled up into intricate braids that she would have worn close to twelve hundred years ago. The only makeup she bore was a solid black stripe across her eyes and nose, and red lipstick. Her shield, battered but well taken care of, strapped onto her forearm.

Her thrall was dressed like a celtic warrior, though the young human couldn't have seen actual battle in that time period. Her armor was rough furrs, and the make up she wore was done in bright blue slashes across her face, as if a creature had clawed into her. Her hair was done in intricate braids that formed celtic knots.

They were ready to do battle. The arena was set.

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Bryn and John

worksbestalone_
2019-08-27 11:15 pm UTC (link)

"She's talking bollocks" John said flippantly as he stood up. He took a drag from the cigarette and without missing a beat he said, "He's dead".

It was a lie of course but in a sense it was true. Miguel had become younger overnight. Not just a little bit but a lot younger. The Miguel they knew was no longer around and for the time being, was as good as dead. The young Miguel had no memory of the events because he never experienced them. But a Miguel did and that was the point.

"There's a basic rule that's been passed on from man to man since the dawn of time. Don't kill. And when it came to you lot, you stopped being men and became Vampires. And we became your food source. Of course any food source needs regulations. Children aren't veal, you don't feed from the innocent or you're as bad as the best that resides inside you. You don't kill because then you start to lose your food supply. Basic bloody stuff yet these two wankers" he said, walking over to the two bound vampires. "These two thought they could just do what they wanted. Didn't count on a human being standing up for those who couldn't protect themselves. No matter what these two were planning for the kids, it wouldn't matter. They shouldn't have been near them in the first place" he added, looking at the audience in attendance. "Miguel can't be here to speak, so I am here to speak for him. To be his voice and to make sure that justice is served. And if you lot choose to let these two go back to their lives as normal, it speaks volumes about who you lot are as a society, and gives every protester the fuel they need to end the lot of you"

John thought the two accused were creepy. They gave him flashbacks to his teenage years... To the man who tried to assault him. He hadn't thought about that incident in years and a chill ran over him.