After the fight; Before the fight
Brinn stomped inside his room in Ul’dah, fighting back the urge to slam the door behind him. He turned, closed it carefully, then started cursing under his breath. Once he realized he was being childish about the loss of the last bout at the Fight Club, he began chuckling, laughter bubbling up til it echoed warmly throughout the room. Going 3-1 after not fighting for quite some time was still pretty good.
He paused for a moment, thinking. It was getting late, but he was far from sleep. He walked over to the closet and wrestled a wooden striking dummy out of the depths within. “Don’t need this thing gathering dust.†Making sure he had enough floor space, Brinn began slowly to go through his forms, striking the wooden arms with dull thuds. Progressively he got faster, striking at what would be pressure points on living opponents. His mouth thinned out into a determined frown, eyes narrowing with focus. He felt the warmth and thrill of precise attacks flooding his senses and reveled in it.
“Brother!†That harsh voice jerked him out of his trance like a bucket of ice water being dashed upon him.
He looked up at the unwelcome guest who had just let herself in the room. His eyes narrowed with suspicion; he had definitely locked that door behind him. Or was he getting lazy, allowing the soft life in the city to get to him? “Yeah?â€
“Ugh. It stinks in here.†Valia pinched her nose between two thin fingers.
“I’ve been fightin’, course it’s gonna stink.†He grabbed a towel he’d tossed onto his nightstand and began drying off his face and neck. “Why’re ya in here bitchin’ at me anyways?â€
“You were making so much noise, I’d wondered if you had found a woman for once.†She brought her brattiest voice to bear on him it seemed. Brinn was ready to pitch his sister out the window behind him. He just grit his teeth instead.
“Why. are. you. here. Valia?†His hands clenched into fists at his side as he fought back the urge to strangle her.
“The noise, dummy… oh, and I need you to deliver a package for me.â€
He practically roared at her. “RHALGR’S ANGER, VALIA!! DO I LOOK LIKE A FUCKIN’ MESSENGER BOY?
Her pale eyes widened. “B-but I need your help…â€
Ooh, she was lying through her teeth this time, Brinn was sure of it. But he wasn’t sure he could take the chance she wasn’t. “What is it you need help with this fuckin’ time?†He bit off every word as he spoke them.
Brinn stomped inside his room in Ul’dah, fighting back the urge to slam the door behind him. He turned, closed it carefully, then started cursing under his breath. Once he realized he was being childish about the loss of the last bout at the Fight Club, he began chuckling, laughter bubbling up til it echoed warmly throughout the room. Going 3-1 after not fighting for quite some time was still pretty good.
He paused for a moment, thinking. It was getting late, but he was far from sleep. He walked over to the closet and wrestled a wooden striking dummy out of the depths within. “Don’t need this thing gathering dust.†Making sure he had enough floor space, Brinn began slowly to go through his forms, striking the wooden arms with dull thuds. Progressively he got faster, striking at what would be pressure points on living opponents. His mouth thinned out into a determined frown, eyes narrowing with focus. He felt the warmth and thrill of precise attacks flooding his senses and reveled in it.
“Brother!†That harsh voice jerked him out of his trance like a bucket of ice water being dashed upon him.
He looked up at the unwelcome guest who had just let herself in the room. His eyes narrowed with suspicion; he had definitely locked that door behind him. Or was he getting lazy, allowing the soft life in the city to get to him? “Yeah?â€
“Ugh. It stinks in here.†Valia pinched her nose between two thin fingers.
“I’ve been fightin’, course it’s gonna stink.†He grabbed a towel he’d tossed onto his nightstand and began drying off his face and neck. “Why’re ya in here bitchin’ at me anyways?â€
“You were making so much noise, I’d wondered if you had found a woman for once.†She brought her brattiest voice to bear on him it seemed. Brinn was ready to pitch his sister out the window behind him. He just grit his teeth instead.
“Why. are. you. here. Valia?†His hands clenched into fists at his side as he fought back the urge to strangle her.
“The noise, dummy… oh, and I need you to deliver a package for me.â€
He practically roared at her. “RHALGR’S ANGER, VALIA!! DO I LOOK LIKE A FUCKIN’ MESSENGER BOY?
Her pale eyes widened. “B-but I need your help…â€
Ooh, she was lying through her teeth this time, Brinn was sure of it. But he wasn’t sure he could take the chance she wasn’t. “What is it you need help with this fuckin’ time?†He bit off every word as he spoke them.
