hear the breathing of a dragon

[magnitudes]

WHO: Sarissa & friends. And frenemies. And stuff.
WHERE: various.
WHEN: throughout Jan.
WHAT: catch-all. starters in the comments.
WARNINGS: default warning for language, potentially depression, reference to death. also, Sarissa being a melodramatic child.

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FOR ALISTAIR; early january.

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( Very shortly Alistair will sorely wish he had chosen another location to (de)hydrate himself.

You see, Heropa's great. Truly it is, it's brilliant. It's especially good if you have a secret love of tropical themed prints. That's the surefire way to know that Sarissa didn't plan to hang out with any of her sisters on this fine eve: shorts with pineapples wearing sunglasses were perhaps the sole item that Sarah and Alison agreed were abhorrent, and maybe even Cosima. The sad thing is that Sarissa also things this particular print is a tragedy, but she was self congratulatory about being on top of her laundry for about two weeks too long, and then she and Sarah moved, and suddenly she wasn't on top of it anymore because everything clean was in boxes or not-actually-clean, and that's how she's forced to wear this pair of shorts on a winter evening. Oh— shit, sorry. That was a tangent.

Sarissa's currently guilty not only of hideous shorts, but also of jerking away the bowl of mini deep-fried cheese wheels - lol, jk, they're pork rings - from Alistair with not so much as a sorry, mate and slamming the bowl into a guy's face, before hooking her foot around a chair and kicking it towards one of his friend's that's also coming after her. It misses, by the, bouncing off a wall and catching him in the back of the head instead of the gut. She makes a kind of eh, that'll do sound, before glancing at Alistair. ) Damn right my hips don't lie, dickhead. They are factual at all fucking times.

( In terms of trash talk it is... lacking, yes. She has had a very long month, don't judge her. )

I'll get you new snacks, ( Sarissa offers, overly pleased with herself, before Dude One tackles her and promptly knocks the air out of her. On the downside, she's in a bar fight. On the plus side, she's feeling feisty enough to be in a bar fight. )

[byblow]

[ Alistair, caught standing there with a crispy pork rind between two fingers and no bowl to set it down in, doesn't point out that he was eating that, because it's obvious, and there are other, more important, less obvious things to worry about. Who is she? Why is she being attacked? Does she need help? Did she just call him a dickhead, or was that meant for someone else? And what kind of new snacks, actually, because these aren't very good, and if she's buying him new ones he might like to try something different --

Aaand then she's on the floor. Alistair takes a step back, lightning-quick reflexes to protect the underdog dampened by the fact that from what little he's seen she may very well have started it, and she also recently knocked a fellow out with a bouncing chair. On the other hand, she offered to replace his food. That's not a very villainous thing to do. Neither is wearing colorful shorts with - something. On them. (She'll have to explain pineapples and sunglasses someday when she isn't wrestling on a bar floor.)

The time he needs to evaluate the situation is coincidentally the same amount of time he needs to eat the remaining pork rind and brush his fingers on his thigh. Then he crouches and does his best to wrap his arms around whoever is on top at that particular moment and pry him or her away. ]

No - dying - [ he says, between moments of scrabbling and exertion ] - until - new food.

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( The end result, for better or worse, is Sarissa being extremely fighty and also extremely hauled away. Enhanced strength does make her fairly challenging to pry off, but timing works in Alistair's favour so she's mid-dramatic wrestling move (that probably wasn't going to work, honestly) when she's pulled away. Her legs instinctively kick at the air, and she very briefly has flashbacks to being a teenager getting hauled off someone during a brawl at school over a twix. (Or— well it wasn't just a twix, there was a story, but it's quite complicated, so—)

Dude Two is just chilling on the floor, and dude one looks like an alarmed rabbit, but then a smug rabbit, and Sarissa scowls. Ah, drunken indignity. Is there anything more annoying to deal with? )

He started it! I'll get you new food but he started it.

[byblow]

[ Alistair is very large and reasonably muscled, but she's strong and moving quite a lot, and he also doesn't particularly want to be the man standing in the middle of a bar holding a woman against her will. He's been learning things. He knows about police. Speaking of: ]

You can't get me new food if you've been arrested.

[ With that attempt at a warning, he also makes an experimental attempt at letting her go. Feet on the floor. His hands hover near her shoulders in case he needs to grab them again. ]

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( Impressively, that is a priority that she can respect. She stops her effort to resemble an indignant octopus - not near ragdoll, still holding her limbs steady, but less thrashy and violent, as she glances over her shoulder towards him and experimentally flexes her limbs after being set down. How magical. )

Fine. Different eating venue might be better, what d'you reckon?

( Everyone here is so cranky, yikes. )

[byblow]

[ She doesn't dive for anyone. Alistair lowers his hands and takes a step back, all slowly and cautiously, and then unnecessarily cracks the knuckles in one hand. Perhaps to remind everyone involved that he has fists. ]

That's -- really?

[ That easy? He leans sideways to look past her at The Man Who Started It and makes a face that would match well with a full-armed hands-in-the-air shrug, if he weren't trying to be a little subtler than that. Someone's lucky today. ]

All right. But nowhere that serves -- those things.

[ He's already forgotten what they're called. And he doesn't particularly plan on making her buy him anything. But getting her out of here seems like a good thing to do, to satisfy his heroic impulses if nothing else. ]

FOR SARAH; NYE, dissneeeyyyy.

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( Behold, Sarissa. She's got a giant Donald Duck looking creature under one arm, and she's just returning from running an errand for Elliot. A little later than planned, but she dropped off the thing and she's also made a mental checklist of some stuff they're getting people before they go home, as well as hauling the giant Donald or Ronald or whatever he's called here back to Nonah. For now, though, she wanders over to her sister and holds out the giant duck very solemnly. )

Good lady, ( she starts, and anything that formal sounds ridiculous when the dramatised seriousness also comes with an exaggeration of the ruralness of her accent, ) I went on a noble fuck-off quest and defeated many enemies. It's my knightly honour to present you with this gift.

( And thus, the duck is held out. The duck is probably not that much shorter than... God, who do they know that's short? Clara? Anyway, Sarissa presents it with a lazy flourish and bow, looking up at Sarah from the bow as she holds out the noble Anatidae. With a grin that totally ruins the Very Serious Moment, ) Ta dah.