Carth's magical adventure, ROUND TWO, MOTHERFUCKERS!

[Carthrat]

Carthrat eyes the kimono, and chuckles. "I even know how to tie the obi," he says, shaking his head. "Thanks."

[Anastasia]

She smiles nicely. "You're welcome, Carthrat," she says, carefully sitting down on the single run down couch that is in your apartment here.

[Carthrat]

"Speaking of which, I think we'll stay in a flash hotel next time," he says, eyeing cobwebs in the corner of the room. "We can afford it, now, thank god.

And Tir will be covering part of the bill," he continues, his eyes flashing into dollarsigns. "I wonder how much else I can get him to pay for.."

[Anastasia]

"I won't miss this hovel," she agrees. "Just try not to run him out of house and home." she says, almost automatically, but then frowns when she thinks of Tir again.

[Carthrat]

"Feh. Tir will never go broke," says Carthrat.

"Annnyway. Big day today. My first B-class fight. I'm apparently quite popular, y'know," he continues. "There's even a couple of signs out for me now."

[Anastasia]

She frowns a bit more at your first statement, but lets it pass.

"You're last duel, too, isn't it?" she asks. "Something of a shame that when you finally make it to this rank that you have to leave."

[Carthrat]

"Not really," replies Carthrat. "I might, y'know, become famous and all that."

[Anastasia]

She nods, then shrugs. "I should change out of this now, though, since we'll be leaving tomorrow..."

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OOC- Cut to the arena?

[Carthrat]

"Wear it," says Carthrat, shrugging. "It's not like we're going to any fancy dress parties in the next month, so the only use for that is to wear it as casual wear."

OOC: Sure.

[Anastasia]

Rachel does so, and goes with you to watch from the stands.

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The B class locker room is decent, more like a well maintained club's locker room than the cesspool that was the C rank one. You haven't caught the name or face of your opponent, but it shouldn't be too hard, right?

"Will Carthrat Tanewaki and Sha'kira of Alys please report to the ready room?"

[Carthrat]

Carthrat strolls out, keeping focused- this person could be, like, a *contender*, not just some scrub he wastes with his eyes shut.

[Anastasia]

Once in the still boring waiting room, you catch first sight of your opponent. She is a normal looking human, black skinned and with dread locked hair. Her face is open and friendly, smiling at you, while her eye-

Wait. Her eyes are milky white, clearly blind. Yet she moves with grace and skill, her handicap showing no signs of slowing her.

To finish, she wears a loose white robe, like what a mage would wear.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat stretches out his arms, pondering the most useful tool to use against such a woman..

[Anastasia]

The robot blathers on about the rules of the battle. It's anything goes, non lethal. Nothing special there.

As you are positioned in the arena, the woman looks unconcerned and tranquil.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat palms a knife in one hand, waiting for the match to begin..