08-09-2023, 03:13 PM
Jacob toured the place. Scoped all the exits, and questionable doors. Found all the security measures, granted his knowledge of technology wasn't as hip as the youngsters, but he didn't need it. He avoided the cameras to the best of his ability. No point in alerting people who might know who or what he was. Not that the ouroboros was visible by any means. He pulled at his coat sleeves just in case -- still wasn't possible with the cuff down at his wrists, but precautions and all.
A fight was starting in a center ring and Jacob stood watch while two men took opposite sides of the arena below and the brutal fight began. Bare knuckles. Shouts from above, like the posh men above had lost all sense of decorum once the fight started. Looked more like an illegal club than one of wealth and means. Brutality brought it out in some people like a disease.
Jacob watched with disinterest trying to fathom why the boy might like such a place. This was nothing compared to fighting the monsters he did for real. He cleared tunnels of vermin. But then why was he dancing at a fucking club too. Nothing about any of it made sense. This was not the kid he knew.
A man standing above the ring kicked a rusted piece of metal down into the arena. The clang of a rusted sword echoed in the room and the crowd went hysterical, cheering and hissing for their champion to get the sword. Little good it would do, the blade dulled with rust and grime. But it was an added danger as the fight drew on. Blood spilled in spurts and splatters. Men would die to lesser things once upon a day. This was pointless.
Jacob moved on to another level, the outcome didn't interest him. Nothing here was of interest yet. The next level was more of the same, more fights, less clean. Grittier men, but the atmosphere was higher -- like the more money you had, the dirtier it got. The more risky the entertainment.
Here in the shadows Jacob heard a recognizable growl echoing from below. Caged and hurting, an Oni could be a deadly foe.
A fight was starting in a center ring and Jacob stood watch while two men took opposite sides of the arena below and the brutal fight began. Bare knuckles. Shouts from above, like the posh men above had lost all sense of decorum once the fight started. Looked more like an illegal club than one of wealth and means. Brutality brought it out in some people like a disease.
Jacob watched with disinterest trying to fathom why the boy might like such a place. This was nothing compared to fighting the monsters he did for real. He cleared tunnels of vermin. But then why was he dancing at a fucking club too. Nothing about any of it made sense. This was not the kid he knew.
A man standing above the ring kicked a rusted piece of metal down into the arena. The clang of a rusted sword echoed in the room and the crowd went hysterical, cheering and hissing for their champion to get the sword. Little good it would do, the blade dulled with rust and grime. But it was an added danger as the fight drew on. Blood spilled in spurts and splatters. Men would die to lesser things once upon a day. This was pointless.
Jacob moved on to another level, the outcome didn't interest him. Nothing here was of interest yet. The next level was more of the same, more fights, less clean. Grittier men, but the atmosphere was higher -- like the more money you had, the dirtier it got. The more risky the entertainment.
Here in the shadows Jacob heard a recognizable growl echoing from below. Caged and hurting, an Oni could be a deadly foe.