Arthur/Open

[ceaselesslabor]

It had been a long night. Arthur had been up far too long, far too late, and he knows better than to try and push through on so little sleep. Parker had gone to sleep hours ago, providing bo outlet for the pounding sense that he has to go out and do something.

The city is unusually quiet, a fact that Arthur clocks almost immediately. It's dark. It's damp. There's a heavy, oppressive nature to the entire place, like moments before a storm. Except, in this case, the night sky is clear. The wind is still. The moon casts an eerie, hazy film over the sleepless city.

He hears a loud cry, a sharp sound in the strange stillness.

It sounds like someone calling for help.

He rushes towards the disturbance, shoes pounding against the pavement.

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[youflail]

"What I said," Olgierd says, with a calm tone in his voice. The fact that the man on the ground is dead doesn't seem to be registering to him—or if it is registering, he just doesn't care.

"If you're rattling your mouth off, talking things up, trying to start a fight to prove yourself and prove your worth, don't be surprised if someone takes you up on that offer."

[ceaselesslabor]

"You can't just - kill people in the streets!" he shouts as the skies begin to fill with clouds. He shudders, looking up. "Where - where the fuck did you come from?"

It's hard to say what sort of man that this is. It's hard to really tell what he's done with his life to end up here. But he obviously has something to do with this.

[youflail]

"Velen," Olgierd answers, like it's an obvious answer. There's a moment before he admits, hint of irritation in his voice, "Somewhere that is obviously quite different from here."

What the fuck is asphalt, guys? And why

[ceaselesslabor]

Arthur stands up and points at him. "You're a fucking lunatic," he says with a snarl of a sigh and takes a menacing step towards him. "I don't care where you came from!"

[youflail]

Olgierd remains still as Arthur steps towards him. He's taking in things for the first time, looking at the surroundings, the pavement, the garb of this man. Now that he's not running on adrenaline and has a moment to stop and think, it's obvious that something's not right. Something about this place is wrong, different, and Olgierd doesn't exactly know how to piece it out or where to even start piecing it out in the first place.

What he does know is that it looks like Arthur might start a fight. No matter.

"I'll give you the same warning I gave him, friend," said with a little nod to the corpse. "Don't start anything you can't fully commit to."

[ceaselesslabor]

Arthur's been in many situations where his mouth has run away with him. But this other man looks just as confused as Arthur does. He looks - odd. Like he's straight out of some radio show.

He frowns instead, clenching his teeth.

"Where - where do you think you are?" he asks instead once he's taken a second to let his brain catch up with him.

[youflail]

Olgierd puts his hands at his side. One hand idly rests on the dagger, ready to use it as needed. Though his voice is calm, it's a forced calmness. He has to be calm, otherwise he doesn't exactly know what to do next.

"That, my friend, I am unsure of. There's plenty in this realm that I am not used to. Hopefully you have a name for this place."