01-01-2023, 10:31 PM
Nox had never been to the Almaz before. The grit and grime of fighting men was never his thing. His father said it was not an Atharim thing to do. Betting on wounding men when there was plenty of other monsters to fight. But then again his father had taken him to a whore house the moment he thought he had a gay son. So his judgement wasn’t precisely the best thing in the world to go off of.
It was loud. There were too many people here. Lily was tucked away in a locker at the train station with the rest of his things. He didn’t trust leaving it in the tunnels, and he didn’t want to go back to the storage locker for it. The station was close and Lily would be safe for now, the sun had been good for the plant — had been good for him. But the darkness of the Almaz catered more to Nox’s mood.
The fight in the middle was nothing really but a show of two men fighting for money. It wasn’t even interesting. The crowd was even less interesting. There were no strange encounters, no power wielders, nothing of note on roster tonight. And definitely no sign of Kasun from the stands. And Nox didn’t know anyone here to get an in. Though he could push Oriena’s name, he did technically work for her, but there was no point. He’d done this thousands of times in the States. Fighting monsters wasn’t new. It would never go away, and it really was the Atharim’s bread and butter.
But Nox just walked around the place getting a feel for the energy. The place was crowded. Girls in high heels, men in high bred suits and here he was in jeans and a worn grey hoodie. He looked like he felt. And he didn’t have any shame in it. As long as he didn’t look like he’d been crying he was happy. And he hadn’t cried in his coffee since earlier that afternoon. His emotions were over the top.
The horde wanted a fight and the atmosphere boiled his blood. He needed a fight. It rolled through his blood. He fought his inner self as he walked around the club. He bumped into a man escorting two women with him. Nox pulled away. ”Sorry.”
It was loud. There were too many people here. Lily was tucked away in a locker at the train station with the rest of his things. He didn’t trust leaving it in the tunnels, and he didn’t want to go back to the storage locker for it. The station was close and Lily would be safe for now, the sun had been good for the plant — had been good for him. But the darkness of the Almaz catered more to Nox’s mood.
The fight in the middle was nothing really but a show of two men fighting for money. It wasn’t even interesting. The crowd was even less interesting. There were no strange encounters, no power wielders, nothing of note on roster tonight. And definitely no sign of Kasun from the stands. And Nox didn’t know anyone here to get an in. Though he could push Oriena’s name, he did technically work for her, but there was no point. He’d done this thousands of times in the States. Fighting monsters wasn’t new. It would never go away, and it really was the Atharim’s bread and butter.
But Nox just walked around the place getting a feel for the energy. The place was crowded. Girls in high heels, men in high bred suits and here he was in jeans and a worn grey hoodie. He looked like he felt. And he didn’t have any shame in it. As long as he didn’t look like he’d been crying he was happy. And he hadn’t cried in his coffee since earlier that afternoon. His emotions were over the top.
The horde wanted a fight and the atmosphere boiled his blood. He needed a fight. It rolled through his blood. He fought his inner self as he walked around the club. He bumped into a man escorting two women with him. Nox pulled away. ”Sorry.”
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