For a moment, Resh contemplated tying back her hair for the fight. She decided not to. The poor fools would need the advantage. With a few last looks into her mirror, and a few grabs and knots here and there to ensure everything sat tightly and wouldn't encumber her, she went to meet her kin at the hangar bays, dressed for combat, and her knife strapped to her lower back. She put the laspistol in a holster, hoping there was no need for such a crude instrument. When she reached the waiting pit fighter, she made a curt nod. "My shadow darkens this domain now. I am Reshiel, by the way. Pleased to make your acquaintance, kin."
A3 "I am Razauil of the...bah never mind," he answered with a slight smile. "I see you are ready. Lets go, we have blood to spill." And so, the pair went towards the arena, seeking for the fame and glory. And cash, don't forget cash. OOC if you wish to speak with me during the walk, be free to, I'll just add the line below so we can perhaps speed it up. Once they finally reached the destination, Razauil walked over to the one who looked like a quartermaster. "Tell me, oh decent fellow, who can we ask to join the arena...as a combatants?"
A3. The man looked at the dark kin, his lip curling at their presence. Even here, in Dreadhaven, home to all sorts of villainy and scum, the Dark Eldar were held with a sense of fear, of scorn. He pointed, giving a small grunt rather than words, at a gruff looking fellow with a data-slate stood by the entry way.
A2 "Alright big guy lets head to the info broker. The captain told us about." Davain then made his way off the ship staying close to the Big ogryn. "So whats your name Big guy?" Davian looked to the ogryn as they began there walk.
During the walk... "I see the way you're eying me", Resh quipped with a wry smile. "I'm not a wych. I do not make a show of my battles." Of course, by non-Dark Eldar standards, that only meant she wouldn't make a point to completely skin an opponent alive while fighting, but for her kin, that was still somewhat... boring. A3 The dark duo went to the dank den's desolate doorworker. Or such. Spying his dataslate, Resh assumed he would take their names. "Write us in. We shall fight in your pit... or what passes for it. I'm Reshiel. Don't bother with the spelling -- the crowd will be chanting it all day long."
A3 Razauil said nothing during their walk, he only gave away a wry smile. Once his kin spoke to the guy with data-slate, he approached him next. "Sign me in as - Darkblade" "When do we begin?"
A3. ''Ha, we don't often get your...kind around here. Let me run you through the rules of this pit,'' the pit boss said. ''This is a face to face contest, no guns allowed. Contestants fight to the death, no holds barred. The pit keeps whatever equipment the loser had. The winner gets a cut of the profits made from the betting. Simple enough, dark ones?''
A2 on the way to hanger so A3? The ogryn looked at the space marine, "yes boss say... Info..info man, we go dere. And my name.. Is Jalp" as the walked for the hanger.
A3 Her expression of disgust turned into a smile of pure bliss. "You just said several of my favourite words in a row, man. Very well. I need no gun to slay your kind, or the greenskins, or kin for that matter." She sneaks a sideway glance at her partner. "This is going to be easier than taking away an armless mon-keigh's larynx... maybe less bloody, but certainly easier." For a second, she was lost in the memory. "Oh, that child had a scream."
