multiversallogs | a warning to people, the good and the evil, this is war [open]

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a warning to people, the good and the evil, this is war [open]

Who: Lex and awful influences (IS THAT YOU?)
What: Sex, drugs, and violence. Rock and roll available upon request.
Where: Griss Twist: the arena, bar, open to anywhere else if the thread moves that way
When: Newdi
Notes: This is the promised bad decisions thread. You can have your character meet Lex either at home, the arena, bar, or somewhere else in Griss Twist, just please specify.
Warnings: The violence is definitely happening in the arena. Will add more warnings if things get terrifying.

Lex lets his staff know that he is about to leave before he departs for Griss Twist. He's taking his first day off from the new job and it's going to be used to channel aggression. The past week was one filled with tension between the nightmares, Lionel's arrival, and getting the new hires started with their duties. While the latter was welcome unlike the others, it was still an important job to do that added to his tension.

He's never put much stock in the 12 Point Divinity, but if Gediron has an arena in which to practice swordfighting, then Lex will at least pay homage long enough for combat. While he does own body armor, he doesn't bring it, only a saber that is much sharper than one usually used for fencing. Recreation by no means excluded survival. A stranger challenges him and Lex holds nothing back, the duel finally ending the the other man knocked to the ground.

When he's finally through with the arena, Lex stops in one of the bars in Griss Twist rather than heading straight home. It's much less savory than his familiar neighborhood of Brock Marsh, but he can take care of himself

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Sonja rarely fights for sport. There is so little grey area in her brain between 'playing' and 'killing'; she can turn on a dime, and her games become significantly darker very quickly. That said, she does like to hone her skills, and this is one way to do so. She bears her jagged, unusual sword in one hand, and wears her usual outfit--shunning armor, as well (people side-eye the cropped top and its low neckline, but she doesn't really let anyone get close enough to hit flesh often).

"Lex."

It's a calm greeting, paired with a sweeping once-over look.

"That was ruthless," she says, of his besting his former opponent. Her tone is approving.

He wasn't expecting to hear his own name, and when Lex turns to greet Sonja his usual poise isn't quite kept in such careful balance as usual. There's a slight edge to his expression, one that is pleased with his victory but now quite satisfied. He takes her statement as a compliment.

"Thank you." He points the saber at her own blade. "You look like you could do a bit of damage with that."

She can tell there's a sliver of sharpness to him that's...perhaps more exposed than new, Sonja thinks; it's probably always there, but it's not always brought to the surface. The corners of her lips curve in a smile, though the rest of her is still.

"You have no idea." There's a flash of teeth when her smile widens. "But arenas aren't really conducive to a lot of damage."

Too many rules.

"So let's do some damage." He lifts his own sword slightly, shifting the balance of weight to feel the heft in his hand. Lex responds with his own sharp smile as well, responding to Sonja as if her influence was the most natural of instincts.

"I'm not much of a follower, but if you know of somewhere better," he looks her over, line of sight stopping at Sonja's hands as if evaluating how much destruction has come from them and he wants to find out beyond a guess. "Then I'm sure I could learn a thing or two from you."

Griss Twist is a new area for Tosh, but when she has the free time from work she's been trying to learn as much of the city as possible. Which means a lot of walking, and a lot of time in neighborhoods most people wouldn't walk alone in. This one isn't too bad, really, just a little rough and rowdy, though she'd feel a little more at ease with a handgun at her hip.

She's kind of relieved, really, to see a familiar face, and orders two beers from the bar. Walking over to where Lex is, she smiles and offers him one. "I'm willing to bet you don't actually live around here."

"You don't think I look right at home here?" The tone is dry as ever but he smiles and accepts the drink.

"I'm not usually a beer drinker, but I've been known to change personal policies when it comes to friends." There's also a noticeable change in his style of dress. Knowingly setting out for the arena, Lex is wearing a loose, long sleeved shirt and black slacks, both of which are slightly rumpled.

"Didn't say that, necessarily. Just that it strikes me more as the kind of neighborhood you might hang out in, but not go home to." It isn't Tosh's kind of neighborhood either, so there's no judgment in her voice.

She looks a bit abashed when Lex mentions not usually drinking beer. "Oh. I can get something else? I only drink beer when I'm out myself, mostly wine otherwise." Her own outfit is fairly street-ready in itself -- sturdy boots, jeans, a light sweater, a thigh-length leather jacket, and a satchel slung over one shoulder.

Aimery took the night off, too, but for socialization and alcohol, not bloodsport. He'd had a few recommendations of places in Gross Twist to drink, so he'd dressed up, or rather, dressed down depending on one's view, and headed out in the evening. Despite being at it for a few hours by the time he happened to be in the same bar as Lex, Aimery was only past-tipsy instead of drunk (hooray for moderation), though his slicked-back hair had been thoroughly ruffled and he'd lost the purple bandaid across his nose.

"Lex?" he called as he spotted a familiar bare head and darted over, a half-empty glass of beer in hand, becoming visibly relieved when he realized it was indeed Lex. "Oh, good, it is you. Care for some company?"

He glanced back over his shoulder, as if he were trying to avoid someone and worried they'd follow.

"I would never say no to company," he says slowly, narrowing his brows slightly at Aimery's odd behavior. The seat next to Lex at the bar is empty and he motions toward it with his hand as an invite.

"Please sit. You look rushed."

"You're allowed to say no to your butler's company when it's your night out," Aimery noted as he climbed into the seat anyway, thudding his glass onto the counter before settling his elbows right next to it, crossing his arms, and hunching over in a very un-Aimerylike pose. Which was the point. He leaned over towards Lex slightly, "And I'm dodging someone, not rushing. Would you be willing to do me a small, tiny little favor?"

"That would depend entirely on what the favor is." Lex turns to Aimery in a way that is both conversational and hopefully useful for blocking said person's point of view. He takes a sip of his drink and looks at Aimery expectantly.

Aimery appreciated that subtle cover, and his expression turned sheepishly-apologetic as he explained, "I was at another bar earlier and met a lovely but very drunk young lady, who said I reminded her of someone back home. She didn't mention until after we'd been drinking and dancing a while that it was her boyfriend who I resembled, and even that was after I objected when she tried to put her tongue down my throat."

He frowned at that, more in pity for the poor lonely girl than in disgust. Aimery was lucky, in a way, that he couldn't remember his own missing partner past a few vague notions that he had one, otherwise it might've been him out looking for a visual stand-in.

"I... well, I told her I was to meet someone at another bar and came here." He stopped to take a hearty swig of his drink, attempting to cover his embarrassment at having basically darted away like a startled deer. Then he glanced back at Lex and finally asked his favor, " I think she followed me though, so if a tall blonde woman comes up and tries to... get my attention, pretend you were meeting me?"

"I can do better than that," he glances casually at the entrance to the bar to see speaking of the devil made her show up. "I'd say that we had planned to meet for a while now, wouldn't you agree?"

He's happy to play along and no stranger to improvising, but they should at least get the story straight.

"That's exactly how I remember it," Aimery nodded and wagged one finger for emphasis, then patted Lex's arm in a you're-a-good-pal way of saying thanks.

"But what of you? How has your evening gone? You look..." he looked Lex over again, as much to appraise as to stall until he could find an inoffensive word to use, "rumpled."

"Today has been productive actually," he says, motioning for to the bartender for a drink. "I let out a bit of pent up frustration at the arena."

A glass is slid in Lex's direction and he takes it with a quick exchange of money. "Speaking of frustration, I understand that you talked to my father."

"The Arena?" he repeated in mild surprise, but didn't inquire further as Lex was getting a drink and it seemed a good time to down a bit of his own. Then Lex smoothly segued the subject on to his father and, given the context, made Aimery half expect their conversation was about to turn into a rant. Or perhaps a lecture.

"Briefly, yes... which of us caused the frustration?"

"Not you," Lex says quickly, hoping to assuage any fear that Aimery might have in that regard. "My father and I haven't exactly had the best relationship."

That's all he says for now. If Aimery inquires further he may say more considering that he sees the man as a friend. This is far from a rant, as the details won't come easily.

Good, at least it wasn't him. Good thing he hadn't invited him over then. Aimery tilted his head, "Few fathers and sons do, and even fewer have the opportunity to change that once they've been whisked away to a city like this."

Lex gives a bitter smile at that. "Your optimism is nice, but I don't see anything changing. It didn't in twenty four years and it didn't once he got here."

Though his rational mind believe anything will happen, there's a slight shift in both change and expression which tells Aimery that Lex hasn't completely abandoned hope at the idea.

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