Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-69.31.217.91-20141120035513/@comment-14800267-20150304145728

OOC: Question- any RL fighters here? Will using technical terms here be understood and would people know how to get out of them, or should I keep it basic?

IC: Light spilled across the flagsones of the dimply lit basement and the sharp clack of heels cut the hesitant silence that followed Axel's question.

"Well, well, a secret fight club right under that disgusting sea-slug of a principal's nose and yet no one told me..."

A voice of dust and bones, Jane made her way through the silence like the ship she Captained, swift as an arrow and straight towards her prey. She stripped off her jacket and hat, tossing them behind her into the arms of the ever present Esmee, who caught them with the dexterity of practice.

"Perhaps you lily livered dry feet are all too cowardly to fight someone who knows her way around a brawl, and wanted to keep your little...playgroup... secret from anyone who could do more than the little love taps going on here"

She was wearing knee breeches instead of a full skirt, so when she stripped away her shirt, stockings and boots (Again caught and folded neatly by Esmee) she was down to cut off burgandy trousers ending just below her knee and a black undershirt.

Esmee placed the now deftly folded pile of clothing to on side and gathered up her Captain's great mess of hair, tying it back with a ribbon.

"Unfortunately, I feel like beating the spell out of someone after the day I had and your little party came to my attention. Barely"

She used her hook hand to swing herself into the ring with the smooth grace of someone who grew up climbing ship's rigging

"So, unless you're a complete yellow bellied chicken, I will accept your challange." She smiled venomously, looking down at where Axel stood waiting 'That is IF you get permission first. Me, I do what I want, but I can understand that pets need instruction"

Esmee settled herself down on a bench. Her Captain had been in a right stormy mood after Headmaster Grimm called her into the office for yet another lecture. Esmee had been told to wait outside, but she guessed it might have had something to do with fixing up one of the town's canons to be functional. It was silly that Headmaster Grimm insisted they follow their Destiny, but didn't allow Jane to behave like a pirate- but Headmaster Grimm was like that.

Jane had her own reasons aside the numerous lectures and detentions for detesting the Headmaster, and her mood, already sour about the summons, was turned foul when she discovered who it was to be from. It was then, when Esmee noted the distinct possibility of being on the recieving end of her terrible temper all day, that she emembered hearing something about a bet and a fight and a basement and a club... Sure enough, here it was.

She looked around the room. Almost everyone was a villain. She wonded if anyone was silly enough to react to the Captain's taunts. If she had truly found the place lacking a challange she would have turned heel and left,