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

[patricide]

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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[tropfatale.livejournal.com]

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.

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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."

[tropfatale.livejournal.com]

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.

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"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."