02-01-2017, 05:09 AM
In better days, The Nasty Deeps was a Vasty Deeps themed strip club, complete with fake wave-pool and beach. Since its foreclosure, it is home to raucous night parties from local youth gangs.
Jun watches from behind his scarf as Yuki laughs loudly with a group of teenagers crowded around a bonfire. They are a multicultural lot; around the bonfire alone he counts three elves, a half elf, two humans, a dwarf, and a Machop in an Ed-Hardy shirt. A trio of giggling elf girls in bikinis splash each other with the cool, still waters of the fake ocean. And crowded around Jun, off in the shadowy recesses of the club, are three elf boys.
"So...she's your sister?" asks an elf with a shaved head. He slurs his words, swaying with his hard-cider in hand (an elven favorite).
Jun glares at the elf.
"I think maybe just drop it man," says his friend, an elf with exceptionally long ears that were pierced all the way down.
The bald elf who is bad at taking advice demonstrates this character trait. "So...she's available?"
He laughs dickishly as Jun rises. Jun's stares coldly back.
"Fuck off, Petal. Go have another beer," says the third elf in his baritone voice, the massive red haired leader of the T4 Knife Ears, who Jun had come to know was called Cedar.
Petal fucks off, and his takes his long-eared friend with him.
Jun and Cedar sip their drinks and watch the two elf boys join the girls splashing in the fake ocean.
"It didn't used to be like this," Cedar says after a while. "The orcs have been taking over Teir-4, and the fact is, we just don't know how to fight them. They came from T6 to T5 and now T4, and they're bringing weapons and tactics with them. We don't fight here the way they do in Teir-5; we're not mobsters, we don't do drive-bys. We fought with our fists, or when we had too, chains and knives. We didn't use bows, orcs didn't use swords, and nobody used guns. And now that's changing. The orcs get stronger in Teir-6, they slip more troops and money and weapons into Teir-5. So they fight it out in T5, and every time an orc slips a shipment of chems through customs they get a little stronger here in T4."
The elf lights an American Spirit cigarette and offers one to Jun, who refuses politely.
"For every choice there is a consequence, for every action there is a reaction," Cedar says, pointing his cigarette at Jun. "If those orcs had kept your money, they would have used it to buy a gun, and kill us," he says matter-of-factly. "Eventually they'll do that anyways. Until then, we stomp them out, rip them off, and collect as much OM as we can to fight them as best we can."
Jun sips his drink quietly, thinking about Yuki, and a homeless couple, and a lot of things.
"I think," he says after a while, a slight catch in his voice. "I think that's something I could be a part of."
"Good," says Cedar as he claps a heavy hand on Jun's shoulder. "Because we got a job, and we're gonna need your help. Both of you."
Jun stares up at the elf. "I can't speak for Yuki," he say stiffly. Cedar nods.
"So," the towering gangster says. "You ready?"
Jun shrugs. "Ready as I'll ever be."
Jun thinks about actions and reactions as Cedar cocks back a right fist. He thinks about choice and consequence as he watches the haymaker sail through the air towards his face. His thinks about momentum and kinetic energy as the fist collides with his cheekbone.
He hits the sand, and Cedar delivers a vicious soccer kick to his ribs. The elf tries again, and this time Jun catches the leg under his arm and pulls the elf off balance. Jun scrambles on top Cedar, mounting him and unleashing a flurry of quick blows to his head. The elf bucks him off and the pair scramble to their feet.
Jun notices now the semi-circle of gangsters that has formed around the fight. The normally raucous group is silent, their faces dour. Jun find's Yuki's eyes. She is scared; not because of the fight, but because of what it means, and the decision that Jun has made.
Cedar cracks his neck and looks at his opponent with respect. He removes his long white tee shirt, already splattered with blood, revealing a muscled physique criss-crossed with tattooed vines and flowers. He lifts his elbows high in a Muay Thai stance.
Jun stretches, letting his body loosen, eying Cedar's rib-cage.
The elf rushes forward and tries to deliver a spinning back kick to his opponent's stomach, but Jun spins with him, closing the gap and throwing a wild boxing combination at his face. At this range, Jun thinks he has the advantage, landing five blows for every one of Cedar's. The elf grabs the back of Jun's head with his left hand.
Jun grins through his bloody teeth, thinking that it was very bad decision to try dirty-boxing with him. Jun connects with a free uppercut, and is rewarded with a grunt of pain from Cedar. He is confused when Cedar puts his other hand behind his head.
It makes more sense when Cedar brings his knee up into Jun's face with a sickening crack.
Jun glimpses Yuki above him, and blacks out.
Jun watches from behind his scarf as Yuki laughs loudly with a group of teenagers crowded around a bonfire. They are a multicultural lot; around the bonfire alone he counts three elves, a half elf, two humans, a dwarf, and a Machop in an Ed-Hardy shirt. A trio of giggling elf girls in bikinis splash each other with the cool, still waters of the fake ocean. And crowded around Jun, off in the shadowy recesses of the club, are three elf boys.
"So...she's your sister?" asks an elf with a shaved head. He slurs his words, swaying with his hard-cider in hand (an elven favorite).
Jun glares at the elf.
"I think maybe just drop it man," says his friend, an elf with exceptionally long ears that were pierced all the way down.
The bald elf who is bad at taking advice demonstrates this character trait. "So...she's available?"
He laughs dickishly as Jun rises. Jun's stares coldly back.
"Fuck off, Petal. Go have another beer," says the third elf in his baritone voice, the massive red haired leader of the T4 Knife Ears, who Jun had come to know was called Cedar.
Petal fucks off, and his takes his long-eared friend with him.
Jun and Cedar sip their drinks and watch the two elf boys join the girls splashing in the fake ocean.
"It didn't used to be like this," Cedar says after a while. "The orcs have been taking over Teir-4, and the fact is, we just don't know how to fight them. They came from T6 to T5 and now T4, and they're bringing weapons and tactics with them. We don't fight here the way they do in Teir-5; we're not mobsters, we don't do drive-bys. We fought with our fists, or when we had too, chains and knives. We didn't use bows, orcs didn't use swords, and nobody used guns. And now that's changing. The orcs get stronger in Teir-6, they slip more troops and money and weapons into Teir-5. So they fight it out in T5, and every time an orc slips a shipment of chems through customs they get a little stronger here in T4."
The elf lights an American Spirit cigarette and offers one to Jun, who refuses politely.
"For every choice there is a consequence, for every action there is a reaction," Cedar says, pointing his cigarette at Jun. "If those orcs had kept your money, they would have used it to buy a gun, and kill us," he says matter-of-factly. "Eventually they'll do that anyways. Until then, we stomp them out, rip them off, and collect as much OM as we can to fight them as best we can."
Jun sips his drink quietly, thinking about Yuki, and a homeless couple, and a lot of things.
"I think," he says after a while, a slight catch in his voice. "I think that's something I could be a part of."
"Good," says Cedar as he claps a heavy hand on Jun's shoulder. "Because we got a job, and we're gonna need your help. Both of you."
Jun stares up at the elf. "I can't speak for Yuki," he say stiffly. Cedar nods.
"So," the towering gangster says. "You ready?"
Jun shrugs. "Ready as I'll ever be."
Jun thinks about actions and reactions as Cedar cocks back a right fist. He thinks about choice and consequence as he watches the haymaker sail through the air towards his face. His thinks about momentum and kinetic energy as the fist collides with his cheekbone.
He hits the sand, and Cedar delivers a vicious soccer kick to his ribs. The elf tries again, and this time Jun catches the leg under his arm and pulls the elf off balance. Jun scrambles on top Cedar, mounting him and unleashing a flurry of quick blows to his head. The elf bucks him off and the pair scramble to their feet.
Jun notices now the semi-circle of gangsters that has formed around the fight. The normally raucous group is silent, their faces dour. Jun find's Yuki's eyes. She is scared; not because of the fight, but because of what it means, and the decision that Jun has made.
Cedar cracks his neck and looks at his opponent with respect. He removes his long white tee shirt, already splattered with blood, revealing a muscled physique criss-crossed with tattooed vines and flowers. He lifts his elbows high in a Muay Thai stance.
Jun stretches, letting his body loosen, eying Cedar's rib-cage.
The elf rushes forward and tries to deliver a spinning back kick to his opponent's stomach, but Jun spins with him, closing the gap and throwing a wild boxing combination at his face. At this range, Jun thinks he has the advantage, landing five blows for every one of Cedar's. The elf grabs the back of Jun's head with his left hand.
Jun grins through his bloody teeth, thinking that it was very bad decision to try dirty-boxing with him. Jun connects with a free uppercut, and is rewarded with a grunt of pain from Cedar. He is confused when Cedar puts his other hand behind his head.
It makes more sense when Cedar brings his knee up into Jun's face with a sickening crack.
Jun glimpses Yuki above him, and blacks out.
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