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[indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080]Blood spat out a shard of bone, embedding it in the stone table. Then his fangs flashed a snarling grin.[/color] [color=#9e1e1e]"Aaaah, a fan! I think you're on the money, red. I never turn down the opportunity to meet a [i]fan."[/i][/color] [color=808080]Agamen was turning from him, put off by the accursed's unblinking attention. Blood scoffed.[/color] [color=#9e1e1e]"Baby's shy. I should pop on down, give the fella the opportunity to shake my hand."[/color]

[color=808080]He dragged his claws against the table and was lumbering down off his seat towards Agamen. Juno started the betting pool before he'd made it over. He swayed on his knuckles, his broad, bulging shoulders intimidating enough despite his lack of stature. Agamen was stiff as the accursed mounted the seat beside him, separating him from Marcellus. Blood stared at his profile, his breathing an ever-present, beastial huff. He slid something shiny from his winnings towards the canteen worker. A shiny piece of fruit was tossed back his way. Blood caught it on an elongating claw, and bit into it. The red, running juices dripping from his fur caught Agamen's attention and made his mouth even drier.[/color]

[color=#9e1e1e]"Could you clarify something for me, mate?"[/color] [color=808080]he rumbled. The scar from his maw to his eye was a gnarly thing to behold, even more so with his tongue running over his exposed teeth.[/color] [color=#9e1e1e]"Is there something funny with your eyes, or were you looking at me funny?"[/color]

"Hey, Blood," [color=808080]Marcellus piped up leisurely,[/color] "The captain just got here. He's looking at everyone-"

[color=#9e1e1e]"NOT talking to you, lady-killer,"[/color] [color=808080]Blood shut him down. He cocked his head.[/color] [color=#9e1e1e]"Captain, huh? Were you something big out there?"[/color]

[color=808080]No reply. Blood sniffed, and extended the claw holding the fruit out to him.[/color]

[color=#9e1e1e][b]"Eat.[/b]"[/color]

[color=808080]Agamen twitched. The juices trickled down Blood's claw and splattered to dry on the dirt below. Every drip wasted before him felt like he'd swallowed a mouthful of sand in its stead.[/color]

[color=#9e1e1e]"You haven't touched your gunk, and you're shriveling in front of me. You're a goner in two days if you don't drink. Eat it."[/color] [color=808080]Blood thrust the fruit closer. This time, Agamen jerked back violent, his elbow scraping against against the stone bar and hand clenched in retaliation. Blood's laugh creaked.[/color] [color=#9e1e1e]"Ha, ha... it must [i]burn your blood. Doesn't it?"[/i][/color]

[color=808080]He reached back around without taking his glare off Agamen, wafting the fruit near Marcellus. Marcellus plucked the fruit from his claw with a shrug at Agamen and bit into its relieving nectar.[/color]

[color=#9e1e1e]"Proud, dead bastard. You come down here, with your big shit attitude, looking at me like that? We're swimming in the same fucking scum of your Empire, and you LOOK AT ME, like I don't fucking BELONG?! [i]HERE?!"[/i][/color] [color=808080]He roared and cussed, spit flinging from his mouth as he moved up onto the bar.[/color] [color=#9e1e1e]"Your glorious Emperor wants you dead. You don't have the power to cast me out here. Here's the truth of it."[/color] [color=808080]He gestured back to the gambling table.[/color] [color=#9e1e1e]"These humans can't do shit if I feel like playing. They can't do shit if I feel like cheating! Humans can't do shit. Not without your [i]laws[/i], not without your [i]gods[/i], wherever the fuck they are. When you take that all away -"[/color]

[color=808080]Blood hunkered himself to Agamen's eye level. His claw extended, until it breached the skin beneath Agamen's jaw, and dark crimson welled.[/color]

[color=#9e1e1e]"I'm better than you."[/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]

[hider=NPCs mentioned][table][row][cell][justify][center][h3][sup][b][color=bf8c50]M A R C E L L U S[/color][/b][/sup][/h3][img]https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/9fd65145d33e.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hider=Story][center][h3][sup][sub]human | 31 | warfare | charisma | lore[/sub][/sup][/h3][/center][color=808080]A charming mercenary with a soldier's upbringing that finds himself on death's row for a murder he uncharacteristically didn't do... or was it didn't get paid for? He's popular with the ladies and disarms most conflicts with a smile - but his eyes hold the dull, superficial glint of the coin his sword-arm swears fealty to.

[i]penned by CabbageAngel[/i][/color][/hider][/justify][/cell][cell]
[justify][center][h3][sup][b][color=bf8c50]J U N O[/color][/b][/sup][/h3][img]https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/1ca933a472fc.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hider=Story][center][h3][sup][sub]human | 28 | skullduggery | charisma | plunder[/sub][/sup][/h3][/center][color=808080]Entertainer, acrobat, charlatan. Juno is the unofficial quartermaster and croupier within the lowest level of Bloodsand Gaol. A natural-born liar who tells a different tale every time she is asked about her Great Sin.

[i]penned by ThePigOrcEmpire[/i][/color][/hider][/justify][/cell][/row][/table][/hider]

[hr][right][i][color=808080]collabs - none | pc interacts - Agamen[/color][/i][/right]