[ Tezcatlipoca nods, since he’s glad that Matt doesn’t mind the more relaxed start. It actually is a matter of strength, since his caloric needs run higher than a human’s because of what he actually is… But also considering his diet, well. He’d just complain that it gets expensive fast. ]
Yeah, we’ll be quick about dinner. Oh, and you ain’t squeamish about meat, are you?
[ …Like, no offense or anything, Matt, but. You kind of look like the kind of vegetarian that might be a little less than pleased at Tezcatlipoca’s diet. Not like he picked it, but. ]
—Anyways. [ He takes the cigarette back with a smile as he pulls his arm from Matt’s shoulder. It’s not exactly the easiest way to walk, even if they don’t have far to go. ] Bloodshed means a lot of things down here. You’ve got your fight clubs where you can just throw some money and some good, old-fashioned bloodsport all the way to Ryad where fuckers really go crazy. Idea’s that the people-eaters can get their fill and thrills there, from what I hear, but it’s probably just a place for people to get those kinda rocks off too.
[ He’d gone there essentially on Silco’s recommendation just to see what it was about. It’s the kind of place that might as well sing to him for the conflict and bloodshed, but he’d found it lacking. People there might be strong, but they’re not warriors by his measures. So, solidly not his style.
The smell of that hole-in-the-wall grill starts to drift down the alley, and Tezcatlipoca nods as he takes a long drag of his cigarette. He’s trying to finish it up before eating, since he’s at least not the kind of guy that’ll smoke and eat at the same time. ]
As for Silco, simple version is that he’s a nasty lil’ fucker and seems hellbent on sowing conflict wherever he goes. I dig it. Plus, he’s the one that got rid of my brother, so. Respect where it’s due and all.
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Yeah, we’ll be quick about dinner. Oh, and you ain’t squeamish about meat, are you?
[ …Like, no offense or anything, Matt, but. You kind of look like the kind of vegetarian that might be a little less than pleased at Tezcatlipoca’s diet. Not like he picked it, but. ]
—Anyways. [ He takes the cigarette back with a smile as he pulls his arm from Matt’s shoulder. It’s not exactly the easiest way to walk, even if they don’t have far to go. ] Bloodshed means a lot of things down here. You’ve got your fight clubs where you can just throw some money and some good, old-fashioned bloodsport all the way to Ryad where fuckers really go crazy. Idea’s that the people-eaters can get their fill and thrills there, from what I hear, but it’s probably just a place for people to get those kinda rocks off too.
[ He’d gone there essentially on Silco’s recommendation just to see what it was about. It’s the kind of place that might as well sing to him for the conflict and bloodshed, but he’d found it lacking. People there might be strong, but they’re not warriors by his measures. So, solidly not his style.
The smell of that hole-in-the-wall grill starts to drift down the alley, and Tezcatlipoca nods as he takes a long drag of his cigarette. He’s trying to finish it up before eating, since he’s at least not the kind of guy that’ll smoke and eat at the same time. ]
As for Silco, simple version is that he’s a nasty lil’ fucker and seems hellbent on sowing conflict wherever he goes. I dig it. Plus, he’s the one that got rid of my brother, so. Respect where it’s due and all.