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

Comments

[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.

at the bar

[warped-inside.livejournal.com]

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."

Bartime hell yeah

[goodeintentions]

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.

» up in the bar

[fuckyouboots.livejournal.com]

Funny how it seems without tons of missions to do, Cindy finds life absolutely thrilling. And by absolutely thrilling, she means absolutely boring. Night after night, or at least three times a week, she's finding herself nursing a cocktail at a random bar in Baedal. She's sent her boon wherever it was supposed to go and all she can do now is wait for Bigby to get a hold of it and come and save her ass. Right after he reams her out for getting caught, of course.

Tonight, her drink of choice is vodka straight up with a bowl of peanuts on the side as she sits at the bar and people watches. Griss Twist is her neighborhood, with her place only a few blocks away. Rough and seedy it may be, but she's a big girl who can handle herself just fine.