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 Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2025 12:04 pm
During a night of drinking and some deeper conversations, Xena learns that Enzo is actually really soft hearted. In fact, he's a giant teddy bear.
Characters: Xenia + Enzo
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2025 3:04 pm
  
Enzo sat outside a pub in the town below the Academy, it was a place where students found themselves after classes or on the weekends, and a place the Duke had spent too much time at since the most recent event at Utopia. Thanks to Langali, he was dealing with recurring stress dreams from the imaginary war he made them believe they were fighting—these were on top of the ones he already had from his actual time at war. “What kind of ******** up a*****e…” He stood up breaking his silent rant he was having to himself over the history professor. The heavy door creaked as he pushed it open with his shoulder, for the moment he didn’t recognize any of the faces that sat inside. He had been in and out all night, the sounds inside of the tavern had been a little much for him, piling on top of the already overwhelming noises in his head.
He leaned against the bar, then shoved the empty glass across the counter. After giving him a quick glance the bartender shuffled over, Enzo had tipped him well all evening, so thankfully he was prompt. “Another, sir?” They were old, probably too old to be working in a joint like this but as far as Enzo was concerned as long as the old man poured a good fill, there were zero complaints from him. For moment he stood, quietly looking out of the cracked windows toward the Academy, “…Sir?” He was unsure if he was going to buy another round, but the memories of soldiers marching and buildings burning up in green flames with innocent people inside forced his hand. He nodded in response, then turned his head to look at the tapper, “Please, thank you.” A shot slid across the counter, another patron, he wasn’t sure who if a student or someone else, passed him an ounce of—he picked it up, swirling it gently while taking in the smell—whiskey. Enzo grinned watching the amber liquid catch the dim glow of the light in the pub, before shooting it down. Perhaps the other man could tell something was off, in any case it didn’t matter to him he got free liquor.
As the bartender made his way back over, the Duke returned the favor and sent a drink back to the other man before grabbing his mug and taking his leave. One of his favorite things about this particular tavern was that it had a fireplace that looked as if it had been warming the building for centuries. He took a seat in front of it on an old couch, allowing the blaze to warm his skin. It wasn’t often he felt at home while at Utopia, but this pub did a pretty good job.
Enzo took another long drink, feeling it trickle down to his bones, a few chuckles escaped him as he leaned back against the couch cushions, “Thank the Gods for beer.” He raised his glass lazily, his voice loud enough to catch a few glances. Some of his peers returned the cheers while others ignored him, he had been here for a hot minute, perhaps it was starting to show. He stared deep into the dancing flames, his eyes reflecting the flickering light, while his thoughts started to fall into the darker corners of his mind.
A hand slammed on his shoulder, only startling him for a brief moment before he recognized the face as the man who bought him a shot. “Care for a quick game?” Enzo’s eyes moved from the face of the other man down to his hand holding a few darts, he couldn’t have been more grateful for the distraction, it was the whole point in him being here in the first place. He stood up and allowed a large grin to take over his face, “Absolutely my friend!” The two men walked over to the board, laughing to themselves, he didn’t even know his companions name, but honestly did it matter? They didn’t need names to bond and drink until dawn. The first dart flew from Enzo’s fingers surprisingly gracefully before the small projectile pierced the innermost circle of the target. He took a step back and crossed his arms proudly while he waited for his companion to toss the next to see who would go first in the game. “I doubt you’ll be able to get any clos—” Eating his words, the Duke raised his hands, laughing alongside his new friend, “—Never mind then.”
After few harrowing rounds, a stein crashed down on a nearby table, beer dripping from the sides as the darts champion raised his arms in the air, “Face me if you dare!” His voice roared through the pub as he and his newfound friend made their way back toward the bar, one particular man in search of more alcohol, “I must leave, but there will be a rematch, I demand it!” Enzo smiled at the man, nodding happily as another drink slid across the counter toward him, “I look forward to it.” With that, he was alone again, but feeling much lighter, thanks to the fun game, and a few boozy mugs. He sat down at the bar, tapping his fingers against the glass, his mind for the most part staying clear. He never spoke about the horrors he witnessed in his time away during the great war, but why did he need to when he could simply… forget. He pushed his hand through his locks before taking a sip of the dark ale, tonight was a night for distractions. Nothing more, nothing less.
Well he hoped.
OOC: N/A Location: Pub near Utopia Company: -- Wearing: Fit
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2025 11:23 pm
  
Soft footsteps echoed down the streets of the town near the Academy, the petite form of a rather irritated young woman moving through the shadows. Long, ebony hair cascaded down slender shoulders, teasing the hem of her fitted black jeans and matching sleeveless top. Glittering fingers were curled into fists at her sides as she moved, daring anyone to step in her way so she could take her frustrations out on a stranger. Hell, she’d have hit someone she knew at this point. So lost was she in her own turbulent emotions that she missed the place she’d been gunning for by nearly a block.
”Gods ******** damn it!” She snarled the words as she fished a piece of paper from her pocket, looking over the address then up at the signs around her. Spinning on the heel of her well worn boots, she stomped her way back towards where she could only assume the pub to be. The noises coming from it brought her back to a better time. A better place. One where she could find like minded fools that would take one look at her and underestimate every inch of her. Just thinking about taking out the first fool she spotted helped her mood, relaxing her ivory features as she made a beeline for the rowdy building.
The smells of the place were the first thing to hit her. Alcohol, blood, and sweat. Then came the sounds. Angered words, laughing jests, and under it all the camaraderie that came with being a patron at such an establishment as this one. Breathing deeply, she let her periwinkle eyes scan the room and couldn’t stop the grin from splitting over her lips. Yes, this was exactly what she needed. After arriving late to the Academy, she’d missed a simulation in her favorite class that would have been perfect for her. She would have been able to show off her skills and put the rest of those foofy royals in their places. Just thinking about it again threatened her mood, so she did her best to brush it aside and headed for the counter.
The man behind the bar took one look at her and shook his head in response. Damn it all, he wasn’t going to serve her. Because she was a woman? Because she was barely five foot five? Because he was an asshat? Whichever the answer was, she wasn’t going to take it. Before he had a chance to say anything, she was fishing money from her pocket to set on the bar. It was nearly triple what she was sure he charged and held the design of her kingdom. It might not have been the currency for the region, but she was sure the metal the coins were made of would be more than proficient. The bar keep took one look at what she held beneath her fingers before giving her a lopsided grin in response.
”Alright then. What can I get ya, miss?” Pleased that he wasn’t going to argue, she settled herself on the bar and tucked her legs around the stool's metal frame. Her shorter stature always left her feeling like a child kicking their feet when she sat on such high furniture. Doing her best to avoid the urge, and the cringey feeling that always followed, she scanned the wall behind the barkeep and tapped a finger absently on her scarlet lips.
”I’ll take a shot of whiskey, a shot of tequila, and whatever beer you’ve got on tap. Thanks.” With the order out, she turned a bit in her seat to look at the room once more. She spotted a few faces close to her age, assuming they were her peers from the academy. Most of them seemed to be comfortable in their surroundings, which meant this place was a usual go to for the students. She was tempted to ask the barkeep about it all but found her focus drawn to a nearby man as he boasted about a rematch. His companion returned the sentiment before joining her at the bar, pulling her intrigue even more as he drank heavily from his mug. He wasn’t too bad to look at, and his physique was that of one who surely knew his way around a weapon. Resting her elbow on the bar, she set her chin in her palm and let a lazy smile play over her lips.
”That looked like you hustled him. Do you come here often?”
Location: Town pub Company: Patrons and The Darts Champ Thoughts: ‘He looks nearly good enough to eat…’
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Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2025 1:47 pm
“That looked like you hustled him. Do you come here often?”
Enzo pushed his mug forward, raising his eyebrows at the barkeep in a silent request for a refill. It took him a second before he realized the woman who had sat near him directed that question his way. Her voice wasn’t familiar to him, and when he turned to look at her, he was certain he had not seen her around. By the looks of her, he would have remembered that. The duke turned in his chair as the bartender slid a new glass toward him.
A grin formed on his slightly flushed face—thanks to the many pours of booze he had that evening. “He didn’t stand a chance,” He raised an eyebrow at her, taking in her features for a moment before he remembered his manners and her question. “Ahah, do I look like someone who comes here often?” His voice had a playful tone to it, laughing lowly before he continued honestly, “Ahh, unfortunately for the old man here, I am here far too often!” He rose his hand up pointing his thumb behind him at the elderly bartender, his laugh continuing for a moment.
Enzo leaned back, pulling his beer toward him before putting it up to his mouth, taking a generous chug before setting it back down. When her order showed up—a shot of whiskey, tequila and beer he couldn’t help but stare, “Is that all for you?” His eyes widened, she was a petite woman, he was a little surprised, but mainly simply impressed by it. It wasn’t often one saw such a slender woman handle that amount of booze. He adjusted in his seat, eying his almost empty glass then tapped on the counter, getting the bartenders attention before he fully walked away. “I’ll match her.” His grin grew as he redirected his attention back to the woman sitting near him, “I’m Enzo by the way, and what shall I call you, my lady?”
Behind them a group of patrons that had been gathered around a round table near the center. Half of them clutched pints, and the other half were engrossed in a rowdy game of cards. The voices had risen into sharp cuts through the ambient chatter of the pub.
“You can’t just change the rules halfway through!”
“You’re a ******** liar!”
The argument that began to unfold caught Enzo’s attention; he tilted his head getting a partial view of the situation unfolding before them. He sighed heavily, he knew what this could turn into, he had gotten into plenty of them to see the warning signs. The atmosphere had shifted, the energy suddenly felt heavier. His gaze flickered briefly over the scene, his brows furrowing for a split second but he doesn’t hesitate. One moment he was sitting lazily at the counter, then next he was in between the two men. But his once happy-go-lucky expression had darkened, his face emotionless and hard as he looked between the two younger men. Both were younger, and clearly not looking for a fight—lucky for them. Enzo had a temper, it would flare up easily, he was working on it but after a few drinks… try to ruin the mood and it's over for.
It was time to practice restraint, “We’re not going to let this ruin the fun, are we?” His voice was calm, but firm, he wasn’t loud in fact he was doing his best to keep attention away from them. “It’s just a game…” He locked eyes with the instigator, “Relax, yeah?” Surprisingly they submitted fairly easily, nodding in defeat before sitting back down to hide their faces behind their cards. He exhaled, a little disappointed it didn’t turn into something else, but what could you do. Enzo made his way through the onlookers who had turned away, going back to their usual chatter and games, his face relaxing as he sat back down, taking the stool next to the woman who—now that he took a closer look, had incredibly striking blue eyes. “Ah, anyway…” He lifted up a shot holding it near her for a quick cheer, “…shall we?”
OOC: N/A Location: Pub near Utopia Company: Pretty lady with the blue eyes Wearing: Fit
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Posted: Fri Jan 31, 2025 10:02 pm
“He didn’t stand a chance.”
The flush on his features had her surprised he had been able to play the game in the first place. He was two mugs shy of just blacking out at the counter with her. Fascinated, she let her eyes roam absently over the rest of him and grinned at what she saw. He was built like a soldier, his fit frame filling out the clothing he had covered himself with rather nicely. She wondered how he handled a weapon, her focus moving to his hand as motioned towards the barkeep beside him.
“Ahah, do I look like someone who comes here often? Ahh, unfortunately for the old man here, I am here far too often!”
Just as she had assumed, she mused. He appeared to be a rather chatty drunk, not giving her much of a chance to get a word in edgewise. Not that she cared, of course. You learned far more about your opponent by remaining silent rather than speaking. Talk less, smile more. Her mother’s words echoed in her head, the chant widening the expression on her lips as she studied her companion.
The arrival of her order had her shifting her gaze to the bartender, shooting him a teasing wink before taking the first shot in her hand. She brought it to her lips and arched a brow at the expression he was giving her. Ah, there it was. The surprise. It always happened when she came to a new place. Unbothered by it, Xena tossed the whiskey back in one fluid movement then pushed the glass back to the old man.
“Is that all for you?”
”That would be correct. Unless there is someone else around here that neither of us can see.” She teased as she took the second shot in her hand, tossing it back just as easily as the first. The offending liquids threatened to burn through her, flushing her features for a hot second. A soft shake of her head brought her back, her hand reaching for the beer to blend them all as one.
“I’ll match her.”
”Are you sure that’s a good idea? You’ve already got the rosy features of someone two sheets to the wind. I might be strong, but even I can’t drag your sure to be heavy a** back to wherever it is you are currently residing.” Her eyes ran over him for a second time as she spoke, appreciating while also dancing with amusement at the idea of having to drag his drunk butt back to the academy. She wasn’t stupid enough to believe he was just some regular Joe. But which kingdom he hailed from, that she was unsure of. Xena knew the rules were to keep things a secret between the nobles and royals, but she was dying to know what she was up against with the rosy tinted hunk.
“I’m Enzo by the way, and what shall I call you, my lady?”
For a moment, she contemplated telling him a lie. If she gave him a fake name, he couldn’t ask about her back at the academy. Granted, only a few knew who she truly was, but she didn’t want him to know that. Before she could answer, though, the sound of raised voices filled the air and pulled her focus. Thank the Gods, she mused as she turned her attention to the pair currently causing a rather annoying scene in the pub.
“You can’t just change the rules halfway through!”
“You’re a ******** liar!”
A roll of her eyes was all she gave the duo. Stupid, drunk fools. That’s all they were. Her companion, however, felt differently. Watching him rise to engage the pair had her eyes widening a bit in surprise of her own. What was he going to do? Was there about to be a fight? Intrigued, she turned completely around and leaned back comfortably against the bar. One slender leg crossed over the other as she relaxed, watching the interaction from over her mug as she drank from the not too bad beer she’d ordered.
“We’re not going to let this ruin the fun, are we? It’s just a game…Relax, yeah?”
Within minutes, things were calmed down and the fighting was done. Well, boo. Mildly disappointed, she watched the buffoons return to their game and the room eased up on the tension. Temptation washed over her to set her powers into motion, to go up and stir up some trouble of her own. But the flushed mediator was returning to the bar, taking the seat directly beside her. Well now, was all she could think as she turned her body enough to keep him in her line of sight.
“Ah, anyway…shall we?”
The barkeep returned with shots for the pair of them, replacing the ones she’d drank and adding the ones he had requested. As he lifted his, she set her beer down and took the mirrored version that had been left for her. She tapped the glass against his own before lifting it to her lips, blue eyes watching him from over the rim once more.
”Cheers to your victory, Enzo. May it continue to happen in all your endeavors.” With the words said, she tossed back the shot and shook her head a bit at the heat that raced through her. She wasted no time grabbing the second shot, the liquid swirling as she lifted it towards him just as he had her. ”And you can all me Xena.”
Location: Town pub Company: Patrons and Enzo Thoughts: ‘He’s got good hands…’
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2025 11:52 am
She was definitely an intriguing one who had captured his attention quickly. He hadn’t met many new people while he was at Utopia, most of his meetings were reunions. Ones that left him very stressed out. His crimson gaze lingered on her as she threw back the second shot, she mentioned she didn't want to have to carry him back but he couldn't help but wonder if he was going to have to carry her back to wherever she came from. “Lady Xena, it’s nice to meet you,” He smiled and tilted his head down slightly then reached his hand out and took hers, giving it a gentle shake. Before letting go, the dukes eyes involuntarily swept over the woman realizing she had turned herself toward him.
Recently, he reunited with a woman from his past that he never thought he would see again, someone he knew he had undeniable feelings for. But it was complicated. There was a major change in Nerys since he had last seen her, something that he desperately wanted to fix, or at least try to help her through so he could better protect her. Although, deep down, at least for the time being, he knew what she needed was a friend, despite his feelings. She needed someone to be there for her, a place of safety and comfort.
After a heavy sigh, he raised his hand, circling his index finger in the air prompting the barkeep to get them another round. Enzo then leaned back onto his hand, with his elbow propping him up. The more he took her figure in the more he realized that this woman could clearly hold her own, even though she was quite slender, he could tell she was strong, and he was fascinated. He hadn’t had a sparring partner in a while, and a large part of him wanted to see what she was made of.
“Do you go to the Academy?” His demeanor had calmed in the last few minutes, seeing a fight almost break out had sobered him up a bit. It happened quickly, so naturally, he wanted to be sure that he wasn’t caught off guard if the aggressors started up again. “I don’t believe I’ve seen you around…” He paused to drink the newly served shot, his gaze never leaving hers, “…I would remember if I had.”
The duke wasn’t typically one to strike up a conversation, in fact it was the last thing he was known for. He was friendly to everyone, yes, but he wore a mask, in his opinion it was best to keep people at bay. But tonight, he was drinking, and that brought out a side of him only a few had witnessed over the years. Most of the time he would get himself into trouble, start fights, end up in one, or more, get kicked out of a pub, and end up passed out in the horse stable. He had made better decisions since coming to Utopia, but after recent events, he needed a night to let loose.
The sounds of the pub grew louder as more students came in, it was beginning to be the time of night where everyone decided it was drinking hour. Enzo twisted his body to get a better look of the building, never being able to turn his brain off, unfortunately always on high alert. As he turned back, he moved his body, so he was better facing her, fully turned away from the new people sitting beside him giving her his undivided attention. It continued to surprise him that he hadn’t met her before, perhaps she was new to the school? Just transferring in. It was a common occurrence, he too had transferred in late.
At this point he barely noticed the noise of the bar anymore, he leaned in just a little, one hand loosely gripping his mug. “So, Xena,” His voice was low, but still clear over the chatter, “Have you ever sparred?” He took a sip from his pint, watching her over the rim with a subtle grin, amusement flickering in his eyes.
OOC: N/A Location: Pub near Utopia Company:Xena Wearing: Fit
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Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2025 10:18 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2025 2:56 pm
“Alright, my apologies, Xena” His hands rose palms out in defeat, it was becoming a daily issue, him referring to the women he met as “Lady.” None of them liked it. He sighed, his mother had been the one who pushed etiquette classes on him, and the lessons were drilled in deep. It was a hard habit to break. His gaze landed on her while she looked around the bar, there was a distinct look in her eye that made him think that if he made one wrong move, she’d bite his head off. The woman next to him was different, more so than anyone he had met thus far, although he hadn’t really met many people since coming to the Academy.
He lifted his hand up stopping the bartender from serving him another drink, he wasn't planning to get messy in front of her, and if he kept going he would. His eyebrow arched while he listened to Xena answer his question. The response was… vague. He couldn’t help but wonder if she was hiding something on purpose, and it sounded alarms in his head. He leaned back, flashing her a grin, the alarm bells could wait, “I’m glad we agree,” he said lowly, watching her movements carefully. His night was turning out differently than he expected it to, maybe it was for the best. Usually he preferred to sit alone, but not only did he win several rounds of darts—his eyes locked into light blue ones just as she started to lean closer to him—now he had more entertainment in Xena.
“Are you offering to be my next victim, Enzo?”
The first thought that crossed his mind was, would it be so bad to be a victim to this stunning woman, but unable to hold it back, the duke let out a deep laugh, “Victim?” His voice was filled with tease, “You’re a bold one, Xena,” A long sigh escaped his lungs while he settled down from her hilarious statement. Now he leaned in, his eyes narrowing in on hers, a small smirk stayed glued to his mouth, “Playing fair is boring.” The next lingering thought that crossed his mind was where would they be able to go? He wasn’t sure if she went to Utopia, but in either case he supposed he could get her in, there they could go to the training grounds.
“Time and place, baby.” He sat back, resting the side of his face on his hand that had been propped up on the counter. Her slight attitude made him laugh, she was confident, and he respected that in a person, “Just because you’re a woman doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on you.” He was joking of course, he wasn’t going to actually harm her, maybe just put her on her a** here and there. Toss her around a bit. He ignored the little bit of cockiness that snuck out of him, but in this situation how could he not be. This would be a cake walk.
Before he could get another word in the sound of a bottle smashing silenced the tavern. He turned his head, the men who were playing card games were getting in each other’s faces again, but this time he could see that mediating the two was not going to help this situation any longer.
“Here we go.”
The bartender had taken a seat behind the counter, Enzo glanced over to the elderly man, he looked exhausted, clearly not in the mood for this sort of night. But who would be? He stood up in anticipation, waiting it out for a moment to see if it actually did turn into—there it was, broken glass bottle to the head of the other gentleman. The silence was now filled with vulgarities as a drunken brawl between multiple people broke out. He only stood there for a quick second before returning his gaze to Xena, “I assume you can handle yourself?” His natural instinct was to keep her safe, but with her previous comments, he had no doubt she would be fine. With a nod and a confident smile he headed toward the madness, his hands curling into tight fists.
OOC: N/A Location: Pub near Utopia Company:Xena Wearing: Fit
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Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2025 11:44 pm
The sound of his sigh had her arching a dark brow at him. What in the hell was he making that sound for? Had she said something wrong? Doubting it, she watched him for a few more seconds before brushing it off. If he wanted to get his panties in a twist over something she had said, that was his issue. She was here to blow off some steam and have a few drinks. Since he’d decided to interact with her, Xena was going to use him to get through door number one. Door number two she was more than capable of handling herself.
His response to her question had her laughing softly. He was totally missing her point. Maybe he’d been dumped on his head as a child. Or maybe he was too drunk to clue in on her hint. Perhaps it was a good thing that he wasn’t taking her offer. Excessive alcohol consumption did have a habit of hindering performances. Especially ones given by a certain appendage of his. Since she’d need said appendage to get her own release, Xena shook her head and finished off her beer in one go.
”You have no idea, Enzo. Sad that you probably never will.” She grinned deviously at him when he leaned in closer, a predatory edge taking over her eyes as they held his own. Hmm, maybe he wasn’t a total loss. She could kick his a** and work up a good sweat in the process. Then she could pick up someone else in the bar and use him to get herself off. A definite win-win in her book. Of course, that was before he went and opened his mouth again.
Instinctively, her hand moved to the dagger tucked into the sheath at her thigh. Slender fingers curled around the hilt as she narrowed her eyes on him. He was going to be eating metal in about ten seconds if he didn’t take it back. Hell, even if he did, she’d probably cut his tongue out on principle alone. No one spoke to her like that. A woman she might have been, but a warrior she would always be first. Itching to show him, Xena tightened her hold on the weapon and began to slide it free. Then all hell broke loose.
Glass shattered, wood splintered, and voices rose to shouts of outrage and anger. Women screamed and scrambled, fleeing from the pair that had started it all. As the fools grappled, others were pulled into the fray and madness ensued. Okay, now this she could work with! Xena snatched up the shots that had been slid her way before the barkeep bowed out, knocking each of them back before shooting a feral grin Enzo’s way when he spoke.
”You can shove your assumption. Make sure to stay out of my way.” As soon as the words were out, she was drawing daggers from the holders on her legs. She pulled herself quickly up onto the stool she had been occupying and took a quick scan of the area. Finding her target, she leapt from the seat and tackled the man to the ground. A quick punch to the face took him out, her body swinging around just in time to catch his attacker along the underside of his arm with her blade. It wasn’t enough to mutilate him, but it was enough to have him crying out and stumbling back. The scent of blood was like perfume to her and had the wild in her showing its face. Staying low, she twirled and spun through the mass of flying fists around her and used her weapons to take small chunks out of anyone that tried to touch her. From an outsider's perspective, she would look like a dancer. It wasn’t until you looked at her face that you saw the truth of it. She was loving every second of it. And the high it was giving her powered her on, even when she took a few hits herself along the way.
Location: Town pub Company: Patrons and Enzo Thoughts: ‘Finally!’
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Posted: Tue Feb 11, 2025 11:59 am
The first shove came fast—Enzo didn’t even see it coming, distracted by how quickly Xena jumped into the fight. But what he did see was the dirty fist hurtling toward his face. He ducked, avoiding it just in time, his movements quick and practiced. His hand shot out, grabbing the drunks wrist, twisting it with a grin and a sharp tug, he sent the man crashing into the ground. His attention was stolen for a moment when he heard a man cry out from the area of the bar he knew Xena leapt toward. He raised an eyebrow, shifting to the side avoiding another punch as he watched the dance unfold before him.
It was kind of beautiful, if you didn’t pay attention to the amount of bloodshed she was creating.
Another man—thin and wiry—took a chance at the much larger duke, rushing into attack from behind. But Enzo, finally breaking his stare, once again spun just in time, grabbing the man by his collar and slamming him into a nearby table with a sickening thud. There was so much force behind it that the legs under the tabletop gave out and snapped in half, causing the man to fall with it. Enzo winced, he felt bad… for a second, but the adrenaline from the fight was getting to him, and he could feel his veins burning inside of him.
The thrill that always sucked him in, despite if he wanted it to or not. He knew better of course, it wasn’t as if he was a violent man, he left that part of him behind on the battlefield. But every once in a blue moon, that rage peaked through and when it did, he couldn’t help himself. A brute of a man stepped over the broken table, ignoring the passed-out person beneath him and cracked his knuckles, he was larger than Enzo, by a few inches at least, both height and width. He was clearly a regular by the look of him.
“Well, have at it,” Enzo smiled, stepping back with his arms wide open, an invitation of sorts. With a ridiculous bellow the beast lunged forward, swinging a bottle at his head, it was already broken, and it was obvious this person was going for blood. He barely flinched, sidestepping to force the heavier out of the two to stumble forward, he was big, but that gave Enzo a benefit, he was faster. By the time the drunken patron turned his body to reset his stance and go for another attack he was met with a fist to the side of his face.
Enzo flexed his hands, his gaze darkened as he watched the man lose his balance once again, falling backwards until he finally found his large feet. Blood dripped from the brutes nose, and as he waited for his next move he watched in disgust as the large man wiped it and lapped it up. When he matched the others gaze, he could tell this would take a little more than an easy punch. The drunk threw the bottle on the ground, letting it shatter before he once again, lunged toward Enzo.
He ducked in order to hit him in his side, then brought his other fist under the mans chin, causing him to fall backwards, only avoiding the ground because he fell into another patron who held him up. Enzo-- distracted once more, likely because of the alcohol in his system, watched as Xena sliced another person, looking like a kid in a candy store. He couldn’t help but think back to why she said he had no idea, and likely never would. The look on her face, that grin, it looked as if she wanted to… Suddenly, he heard a crack that sounded like wood, and turned in the direction of the sound just as the beastly alcoholic charged toward him. This time, unfortunately, Enzo was not as quick, and he was struck with the end of what he believed was a part of the table that had previous broken.
He fell to the floor, hard, the side of his face was throbbing, and his ear was ringing. Damn, he really got the s**t knocked out of him. His opponent came in again, this time swinging it down towards where he was on the floor, but with newfound energy Enzo rolled away, jumping back to his feet. He could smell the blood that trickled in a steady stream down the side of his head, but chose to ignore it, for now his focus was putting this guy down and redeeming himself.
His eyes were calculated as he waited for the other mans next move, then stepped out of the way last minute and grabbed his arm pulling him down to ram his elbow into his head. This time he hit him in just the right spot, that sensitive area in the center of his temple. He went quickly, blacking out almost immediately and Enzo couldn’t help but smile. There was a part of him that wanted to kneel down and knock him out once more just to solidify the job, but he resisted. He snapped his gaze to look at the others now standing frozen, unsure of what to do, a few of them groaning from the damage he assumed Xena caused.
OOC: N/A Location: Pub near Utopia Company:Xena Wearing: Fit
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Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2025 8:18 pm
Hit, dodge, dip, slice. The process of her attacks continued as she made her way through the drunks that had decided to screw with her. Kick, cut, laugh, move. Gods, this was fun! She hadn’t been in a good bar brawl in years! The thrill of it nearly sent her over the edge, but she held on. There were eyes on her, ones she knew belonged to Enzo. the last thing she needed was a member of the upper class from a different country knowing the madness she kept deep within. It popped her bubble and had her slowing down, taking a hit that sent her colliding with a nearby table.
”Now I have you, you little b***h. I’ll make you pay for cutting my arm like that. And I’ll enjoy every second of it.” Her attacker dove for her, landing on her to shatter the legs of the table beneath her. Xena used the shift in gravity to her advantage, rolling over the man to shove the point of her blade into his face. Straddling him, she lifted her other dagger to the men around her still and grinned deviously as she looked between them and her victim. She took a moment to contemplate her choices, trailing the tip of the blade in the man’s face along his lips.
”Well well, how the tides have turned. Who’s the b***h now, good sir?” The press of her blade sliced his lip, causing him to gasp as rage jumped into his eyes. The men around her tried to close in, earning them each a dark look in response. ”Uh uh, not so fast. One wrong move and this man here won’t be enjoying any more beer, or anything else for that matter, for a very long time. You willing to risk his tongue to try and punish me?” She arched a brow at the men then looked down at the one beneath her. The shake of his head was all she needed, her grin lighting up her features once more.
”Good boy! Now, who’s the b***h? Tell me, who’s the b***h?” She leaned into her blade as she spoke, slipping the tip of it into his mouth. Panic took over the anger on his face, his features blanching as he watched her through fearful eyes. Unable to speak, he pointed to himself with a shaky hand and kept his focus on her completely. Pleased, she slid the dagger free and wiped his spit off onto his shirt.
”That’s right. Remember that the next time you try and call a woman that.” With that said, she flicked her wrist and sliced her dagger along his right cheek. It was then that she realized things had died down to nearly crickets. Blood was splattered on parts of her clothing, her chest rising and falling rapidly with the adrenaline still racing through her. ********, she’d made a bigger scene than she should have. This was definitely going to get back to the school. The thought had her cursing under her breath as she moved away from the man, his friends immediately swooping in to help him as she returned to Enzo’s side.
”So….that happened. Wanna get out of here? Some cool air might help…clear our heads.” Gods, she hoped she hadn’t just scared off her first chance at meeting another student from the school. Her father was going to be pissed!
Location: Town pub Company: Patrons and Enzo Thoughts: ‘Damn it…’
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Posted: Thu Feb 13, 2025 12:15 pm
“Good boy! Now, who’s the b***h? Tell me, who’s the b***h?”
Xena’s voice carried over the now quiet bar, which brought Enzo’s gaze back to her, just in time to see her straddling a man—he squinted his eyes, with a blade to his face. Curiosity got the best of him, that and a hint of concern for her. He pushed through a few men who were standing by, shoving them back as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. When the man pointed to himself, the corner of Enzo’s lip turned upward, she had his full attention now, because that was entertaining.
He was, however, glad she didn’t mutilate him, not because he didn’t deserve it, because he certainly did, but because it would likely bring a load of trouble their way. He wasn’t sure if she went to the school, but he went there, and he couldn’t afford to get kicked out, he had to be there for the ones he cared about. How could he protect them if he wasn’t allowed on campus?
With dark, amber eyes, he watched her carefully as she moved away from the man and headed toward Enzo. He hadn’t noticed how much blood was on her before this moment. It only made sense, she was slicing people up left and right. He crossed his arms in front of him, eyebrow arched, but there was no judgement in his eyes. Enzo was familiar with rage, it lived inside of him constantly, he knew that he would always be on the edge of giving into it. Tonight, he could have, and he almost did.
”So….that happened. Wanna get out of here? Some cool air might help…clear our heads."
He exhaled, then nodded before looking back at the bartender, “That’s a great idea, let me just pay the good man.” Patrons continued to look at the pair, some anger still glowed in their eyes, others, it looked more like shock, or fear. He leaned against the counter and handed the man a watch—his watch, one that he knew could sell for a lot of money, far more than any of the drinks were, “I apologize for the damage.” With that walked back to Xena, then the door, holding it open for her as they walked through.
The air was crisp and cool, he inhaled deeply and smiled looking up at the dark sky, “I gotta say, I knew you could handle yourself but I definitely did not expect that.” He directed them toward campus, unaware of any spots around town that would be open so late, then grinned at her “He got what was coming to him.” As they walked, he stuck his hands in his pockets, then directed his gaze toward the ground in front of him. “Can I ask where you learned to fight like that?” His eyes stayed forward, he wanted to know more about her. She was skilled, and frankly he felt like he could learn a thing or two from her.
OOC: N/A Location: Pub --> OutdoorsCompany:Xena Wearing: Fit
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2025 12:09 am
For a moment, Xena was confused. He wasn’t going to ask about what she’d done? Wasn’t going to comment on it even? Was he not surprised? Shocked? Mildly afraid? The vibe from the others tracked with what she’d expected. Enzo, however, just did exactly what he said he would. He paid the man then led the way to the exit. She hesitated, for only a moment, before shaking her head. Her eyes shifted to the bar keep, a dark brow rising in question. The shake of a head was all she earned, causing her to curse under her breath. He’d paid for her drinks too.
”You aren’t the first, and will surely not be the last. Comes with the whole ‘petite female’ bit.” Another shrug followed her words, doing her best not to let her own admission get to her. So many of his gender, and a few of her own, underestimated her for her size. She could be decked out completely in weapons, and she’d still be looked at like some small, defenseless thing. Gods, it grated. Another breath forced its way into her lungs, long and deep, in an attempt to keep her from ranting about all the ******** that had gotten theirs for doing exactly what he had.
”As for the fool that thought he could put his hands on me, you’re wrong. He barely got a quarter of what he should have, but I really don’t want to get in trouble on my first night here. Being sent home for slicing up a random villager would look very bad in my father’s eyes. No matter how much he deserved to have his tongue cut out.” Her tone took on a sharp edge at the mention of the b*****d that had called her a b***h. She could feel her body trying to rev back up, to put her back into the mindset she’d been in at the pub. Xena curled her hands into fists in her pockets, nails biting into her palms, in an attempt to keep herself grounded. Thankfully, his question gave her something to focus on and had her chuckling softly in response.
”You can, but that doesn’t mean I’ll answer.” She tipped her head to the side a bit, grinning at him now as if nothing had happened. It was her attempt to get back to a more “friendly” mood. A less awkward place where they could just chat and not focus on her madness. ”Why don’t we play one for one, hm? You can ask me something, and I will answer. Then it will be my turn. I’ll even go first.” With a spin of her body, she faced him and walked backwards in an attempt to keep her eyes on his.
”I was taught how to do that by a clan of barbarians. Couple it with years of dance classes, and you can make yourself rather lethal.” It was as close to the truth as she was willing to give him. Anything more and she was sure she’d break the school’s rules about giving away the name of her kingdom. ”My turn. Why did you give the barkeep your watch?”
Location: Town pub Company: Patrons and Enzo Thoughts: ‘Damn it…’
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Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2025 10:06 am
The moon lit up the grounds leading up to the Academy, getting a full view of it was nice, it looked strangely beautiful in the evening light. People from all over came to this place in hopes for the continuation of peace, something he wasn’t sure was possible, but he wasn’t one to make his opinions public information. Enzo winced at the ‘petite female’ remark, he knew he shouldn’t have judged her based on her size, but it was hard not to, he hadn’t met anyone with her stature fight the way she did. He looked out of the corner of his eye down to her when she inhaled a hefty breath. Enzo hoped that whatever she was thinking didn’t include her going off on him, he realized he had now overstepped twice, maybe more but he wasn’t sure.
He did not want to get on this ones bad side.
Something stuck out to him as he listened to her explain that the a*****e should have gotten more. He didn’t disagree; he hated men like that, they were all low life shitheads. But more importantly, she mentioned getting sent home if she got into trouble. The corner of his lip twitched upward, a smug expression formed onto his face, ’So she does go to the Academy...’ There was a part of him that felt accomplished for her minor slip-up, albeit he doubted she would even think it was one, which is why he kept it to his thoughts. To Enzo, the way she spoke to him earlier she made it seem like she wasn’t going to let him know anything but her name.
Enzo turned his head to give her his full attention, raising his eyebrows as he noticed her grin, her mood seemed to switch up—for the better, he would add. He suddenly felt lighter, less like he was walking on eggshells, maybe the night was turning for the better. After the fight, and his ignorant remarks he could only pray. “Sounds like a great idea, the floor is yours.” His gaze followed hers as she twisted in front of him, confidently walking backwards to keep his eye contact. He blinked a few times, her eyes looked brighter under the moon, and it was distracting. But also, he was impressed—again, there was no way he could walk backwards after the night he had; he’d be way too uncoordinated.
“Barbarians, huh?”
What the hell did she mean by that? Actual barbarians? He pushed his hand through his hair, laughing quietly, “That makes sense actually.” The way she took down those men was in fact pretty barbaric.
“My turn.”
Enzo redirected his focus and flashed her a grin, “We did a lot of damage, you and I,” He paused and pushed his hands back in his pockets before glancing up toward the sky, “I can’t get banned from the only place that actually has good alcohol.” If he couldn’t have a decent pour every once and a while—or more, then surely that would take a toll on him. It was one of the only ways he could deal with his s**t.
"My watch is worth plenty, he can trade it for the local currency or keep it if he likes, doesn't matter much to me."
As they approached the school, he pondered over what to ask, but one question kept poking at him, “How long have you been going to Utopia?” At this point he assumed she would at least let him know that much, he didn’t remember seeing her in History and basically everyone who went to the Academy had that same class at the same time. Or it seemed that way.
OOC: N/A Location: Outdoors Company:Xena Wearing: Fit
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2025 10:40 pm
Sharp eyes caught the twitch in his lips, the look on his features causing them to narrow a bit in question. What was he looking so smug for? Had she said something worth such a face? She rewound her words for a moment and cursed internally. Yup, she’d gone and stepped in it. She’d outed herself as a student. So much for the mystery. At least she still had him in the dark about who she really was. The thought perked up her mood a bit and had her nodding in response to his question.
”Yup. Barbarians. It’s a trip, right?” She laughed at his comment, shrugging a shoulder as she laced her fingers behind her head and continued to stroll backwards. Growing up as she had might not have been the healthiest of childhoods, but it was hers. So, she embraced it. Mad men and all. If she didn’t, well, Xena knew she’d be worthless to her kingdom. And a princess that was worthless was better off dead. At least, to her father anyway.
As he began to speak, confusion drifted over her features to replace her grin. Wait, he paid her tab, too? She had every intention to return and offer up the payment for her end of things. Damn it, now she owed him a debt rather than the barkeep. The idea that she owed a stranger, especially one that she knew was of at least noble heritage had her grinding her molars. Graham was going to give her hell if he found out about this.
”You shouldn’t have done that. I’ll get it back for you.” Xena said it so matter of factly that she didn’t bother giving him a chance to argue. If he did, well, she’d just ignore it and keep going. No one paid for her. She had been brought up to do things for herself and rely on no one. Especially not some rando in a bar that was thicker in the head then most tipsy men she’d come into contact with in the past.
When his turn came, she shifted gears again and laughed. Yeah, she should’ve seen that one coming. Another shrug lifted her shoulders as she tipped her head back once more to study the stars. It was too pretty a night not to enjoy the glimmering heavens. It also gave her time to come up with the right way to answer. The rules of the school limited how much she could say, even with her alcohol loosened tongue eager to wag every time she opened her lips.
”Got here right after the ‘incident’ that apparently happened in History class. Seems the teachers are determined to mess us up more than teach us.”” Xena was still miffed at having missed such an amazing opportunity and it showed on her face. The pout puckered her lips and drew her brows together. It lasted for only a few seconds, a slight slip in her mask, before her grin returned and she shrugged for a third time.
”It’s whatever. I’m sure I’ll get my chance to be tortured sooner or later.” Her words were followed by a soft laugh as she lowered her eyes back to his, arching a brow as she studied him. ”How did you fare in the whole simulation? I heard someone actually died in it.” She’d also heard that the death wasn’t a real thing, but she kept that to herself. Xena didn’t know how much he was privy to, and she didn’t want to give away the fact that she had an insider that had been able to tell her what had gone down upon her arrival. She really didn’t need another reason for Graham to tell her off for being a blabbermouth.
Location: Street headed back to the school Company: Enzo Thoughts: ‘I really need to stop being so damn social…’
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