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tailorable) wrote2017-08-29 10:15 am
tailorable) wrote2017-08-29 10:15 am
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[ By's Blue Steel earns another smile. Then, the comment about softness makes him think of Harry, saying the aristocracy grew weak-chinned, which earns By another point. Eggsy rubs along his jawline as he thinks. Dandy instead of deadly doesn't strike him as entirely true. Why not both? That's one interpretation of the Kingsman style, after all.
He reckons there's something more to Byerly, seeing as his false background in the VR included the royal guard, so he doesn't bother hiding his investigative once-over. His obvious interest may invite further information. ]
Maybe that's more fortunate than unfortunate. [ if it's true. He takes a generous swig of his drink, forgoing the fancy straws. ] Anyone ever tell you that your second impression goes down easier than the first?
[ since he doesn't feel the need to deck him this time around, at least not presently. ]
[ By's Blue Steel earns another smile. Then, the comment about softness makes him think of Harry, saying the aristocracy grew weak-chinned, which earns By another point. Eggsy rubs along his jawline as he thinks. Dandy instead of deadly doesn't strike him as entirely true. Why not both? That's one interpretation of the Kingsman style, after all.
He reckons there's something more to Byerly, seeing as his false background in the VR included the royal guard, so he doesn't bother hiding his investigative once-over. His obvious interest may invite further information. ]
Maybe that's more fortunate than unfortunate. [ if it's true. He takes a generous swig of his drink, forgoing the fancy straws. ] Anyone ever tell you that your second impression goes down easier than the first?
[ since he doesn't feel the need to deck him this time around, at least not presently. ]
Oh, just wait for the third. You'll want to strangle me again before too long. At least, I hope so - if not, then I'm clearly losing my edge.
[ By winks at Eggsy. Truthfully, though, the sentiment is rather mutual. The fellow had initially come across as quite the dull stick, serious and straightforward and humorless - but he's actually proving to be quite the charming conversational partner. Far sharper than he has any right to be. And far sweeter...not that By is charmed by sweetness, of course. That would be silly. ]
But you, dear fellow, owe me an answer, if I'm not mistaken. Your certain someone, returned to you from the other side.
[ By winks at Eggsy. Truthfully, though, the sentiment is rather mutual. The fellow had initially come across as quite the dull stick, serious and straightforward and humorless - but he's actually proving to be quite the charming conversational partner. Far sharper than he has any right to be. And far sweeter...not that By is charmed by sweetness, of course. That would be silly. ]
But you, dear fellow, owe me an answer, if I'm not mistaken. Your certain someone, returned to you from the other side.
[ original thread here / overflow thread here ]
[ His face falls when Peggy rejects the we of it all. Fortunately, he recovers as soon as she implies that it's simply her turn to enter the ring. Roxy would want the same and probably pull her hair back in an identical manner, too. God, he misses her more than he thought — it takes considerable effort to push the thought of her away and refocus on the moment, especially with the crowd soaring around him. He nods, following her lead once again. Rather than watch the match, however, he watches her. She doesn't seem like she'll require his advice to perform well.
And even if she did, he wants to witness her technique unfiltered by his opinions. Eggsy's eyes flit to the critical hit in the ring, alight with interest, but quickly return to Peggy. He sees where her plan leads before she gets there, mouth splitting into a grin halfway through the proposal. ]
Absolute dickheads, the lot of them. [ said easily. That's most men for you, if he's honest. He arches his brows, like he might question her plan, except what he really intends to say its — ] Got anything you want me to hold while you go kick arse?
[ 'cause she's gonna win, and he's gonna make fucking bank. ]
[ His face falls when Peggy rejects the we of it all. Fortunately, he recovers as soon as she implies that it's simply her turn to enter the ring. Roxy would want the same and probably pull her hair back in an identical manner, too. God, he misses her more than he thought — it takes considerable effort to push the thought of her away and refocus on the moment, especially with the crowd soaring around him. He nods, following her lead once again. Rather than watch the match, however, he watches her. She doesn't seem like she'll require his advice to perform well.
And even if she did, he wants to witness her technique unfiltered by his opinions. Eggsy's eyes flit to the critical hit in the ring, alight with interest, but quickly return to Peggy. He sees where her plan leads before she gets there, mouth splitting into a grin halfway through the proposal. ]
Absolute dickheads, the lot of them. [ said easily. That's most men for you, if he's honest. He arches his brows, like he might question her plan, except what he really intends to say its — ] Got anything you want me to hold while you go kick arse?
[ 'cause she's gonna win, and he's gonna make fucking bank. ]
[ original thread here / overflow thread here ]
[ he offers his hand, palm open like he's going to take her for a dance or pull it to his mouth for a kiss instead of merely holding hands. nothing romantic, was it? ]
Duly noted. [ he tips his head, very much endearing by her teasing advice for teleportation. ] I promise to keep it clean.
[ he offers his hand, palm open like he's going to take her for a dance or pull it to his mouth for a kiss instead of merely holding hands. nothing romantic, was it? ]
Duly noted. [ he tips his head, very much endearing by her teasing advice for teleportation. ] I promise to keep it clean.
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Bloke told me dress down and find myself a mark.
[ Eggsy lifts his arms in a broad shrug. ]
Could be an everyday pervert or someone in the escort business. Didn't seem too professional, what with insisting on watching and all, but he knew to pay cash.
[ Shit's legal here, so maybe it's alright to be sloppy. ]
Bloke told me dress down and find myself a mark.
[ Eggsy lifts his arms in a broad shrug. ]
Could be an everyday pervert or someone in the escort business. Didn't seem too professional, what with insisting on watching and all, but he knew to pay cash.
[ Shit's legal here, so maybe it's alright to be sloppy. ]
[ Peggy isn't the sort of person to make fast friends, but she does trust her instincts when she meets a person — and, thus far, she rather likes Eggsy. Time will tell, of course, as will the next few minutes. ]
My handbag, if you please. [ He might notice it's a touch anachronistic, if he's got an eye for that sort of thing. And if he's especially curious, he might find a loaded Walther PPK in there, along with a compact mirror and a tube of red lipstick. If he makes off with it — which she suspects he won't — she'll be mildly cross. ] Thank you.
[ And just as that little business is over, the crowd erupts again: the match is over. Peggy doesn't waste time in volunteering the second the referee asks for one and she endures the laughter with a patient smile. With what could very well be a wink in Eggsy's general direction, Peggy vaults herself over the barrier and into the ring. And she hasn't bothered to slip out of her wedges, either.
Make your bets, fellas! her opponent yells the crowd. Then to Peggy, I'm not afraid to hit a woman. She simply cocks an eyebrow in return, her back still to the wooden barrier. He's a head taller than her and she's practically cornered. He sees it too because he launches himself at her with a roar, fist flying; Peggy ducks at the last minute and she hears the hit connect with wood. She pops back up and retaliates with a quick series of jabs to the stomach; left hook, right hook to the face. Once he's doubled over, she hoists herself back up on the rails for leverage and kicks him in the chest with both feet, sending him reeling back. Without giving him time to recover, she rushes forward, this time with a knee to the chest. He's angry now, swings twice at her, misses both times, and she comes 'round from behind. There's a broken slat of wood on the ground from the previous fight, and Peggy uses that to block another punch; it shatters the wood but she whacks him across the face with the piece left in her hand, lands another blow to the face with her elbow.
That's the thing with her fighting style: where Eggsy's got a little more refinement, hers is completely at odds with her crisp accent and perfect lipstick; it's rough, inelegant, brutal. It's all elbows, knees, and using her environment — particularly using her opponent's size and strength against him. She's used to fighting bigger men than her and often more than one at the same time. This is no different. But the tide turns: he blocks her, grabs her arm and twists it enough that Peggy feels her shoulder protest and she has to arch to compensate; and he lands his first punch to her side and drives the air from her lungs, grabs her by the hair, throws her to the ground. He advances, but then — she kicks him square in the face from where she's gasping in the dirt.
Those heels help — she probably breaks his nose with them from the crack she hears — and goes down like a sack of potatoes and stays down. Match over. ]
My handbag, if you please. [ He might notice it's a touch anachronistic, if he's got an eye for that sort of thing. And if he's especially curious, he might find a loaded Walther PPK in there, along with a compact mirror and a tube of red lipstick. If he makes off with it — which she suspects he won't — she'll be mildly cross. ] Thank you.
[ And just as that little business is over, the crowd erupts again: the match is over. Peggy doesn't waste time in volunteering the second the referee asks for one and she endures the laughter with a patient smile. With what could very well be a wink in Eggsy's general direction, Peggy vaults herself over the barrier and into the ring. And she hasn't bothered to slip out of her wedges, either.
Make your bets, fellas! her opponent yells the crowd. Then to Peggy, I'm not afraid to hit a woman. She simply cocks an eyebrow in return, her back still to the wooden barrier. He's a head taller than her and she's practically cornered. He sees it too because he launches himself at her with a roar, fist flying; Peggy ducks at the last minute and she hears the hit connect with wood. She pops back up and retaliates with a quick series of jabs to the stomach; left hook, right hook to the face. Once he's doubled over, she hoists herself back up on the rails for leverage and kicks him in the chest with both feet, sending him reeling back. Without giving him time to recover, she rushes forward, this time with a knee to the chest. He's angry now, swings twice at her, misses both times, and she comes 'round from behind. There's a broken slat of wood on the ground from the previous fight, and Peggy uses that to block another punch; it shatters the wood but she whacks him across the face with the piece left in her hand, lands another blow to the face with her elbow.
That's the thing with her fighting style: where Eggsy's got a little more refinement, hers is completely at odds with her crisp accent and perfect lipstick; it's rough, inelegant, brutal. It's all elbows, knees, and using her environment — particularly using her opponent's size and strength against him. She's used to fighting bigger men than her and often more than one at the same time. This is no different. But the tide turns: he blocks her, grabs her arm and twists it enough that Peggy feels her shoulder protest and she has to arch to compensate; and he lands his first punch to her side and drives the air from her lungs, grabs her by the hair, throws her to the ground. He advances, but then — she kicks him square in the face from where she's gasping in the dirt.
Those heels help — she probably breaks his nose with them from the crack she hears — and goes down like a sack of potatoes and stays down. Match over. ]
Edited 2017-09-24 15:24 (UTC)
[ He offers a wink of his own. ]
Might be that I'm charming enough for the both of us.
[ At least enough to avoid another fistfight, he hopes. By's pursuit of the admission that prompted Eggsy's initial softness, however, has him downing his cocktail. One day he'll need to get his motor mouth under control. ]
Right. Er, yeah. [ a brief hesitation. He looks down at his empty drink. ] What do you wanna know?
[ Playing dumb doesn't suit him, but he tries anyway. ]
Might be that I'm charming enough for the both of us.
[ At least enough to avoid another fistfight, he hopes. By's pursuit of the admission that prompted Eggsy's initial softness, however, has him downing his cocktail. One day he'll need to get his motor mouth under control. ]
Right. Er, yeah. [ a brief hesitation. He looks down at his empty drink. ] What do you wanna know?
[ Playing dumb doesn't suit him, but he tries anyway. ]
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[ He would have said shut up, if it wasn't an accurate read on him. ]
Sure, if you're paying.
[ 'cause he won't be. He returns the mug to the bar, but he looks Byerly in the eyes. He won't say the name, but he won't lie, either. He speaks with absolute surety. ]
I was nothing, yeah? And he made me something.
[ It's that simple, in his mind. ]
Sure, if you're paying.
[ 'cause he won't be. He returns the mug to the bar, but he looks Byerly in the eyes. He won't say the name, but he won't lie, either. He speaks with absolute surety. ]
I was nothing, yeah? And he made me something.
[ It's that simple, in his mind. ]
Dear heavens.
[ By holds up a finger for another. Congrats, Eggsy, he actually is paying. ]
You can't be a penniless prole who also says things like I was nothing. That just breaks a man's heart, and it takes all the joy out of being cruel to you. Do us a favor and be cocky, won't you?
[ By holds up a finger for another. Congrats, Eggsy, he actually is paying. ]
You can't be a penniless prole who also says things like I was nothing. That just breaks a man's heart, and it takes all the joy out of being cruel to you. Do us a favor and be cocky, won't you?
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[ Slightly older with a bit of expendable income. Perfect. That's easy enough for Eggsy to work with, especially when his idea isn't immediately dismissed. He grins, wide and inviting. ]
Well, we might need to put on a bit of show. [ said evenly. The idea of it clearly doesn't bother him. If anything, amusement lights his eyes. ] But I think me wandering 'round half-dressed might have been the catch, mate.
[ He's very aware that he looks more absurd than attractive, even if he considers himself a fit bloke, but he didn't pick this outfit (okay, he picked the terrible shade of yellow), so... the shopkeeper must be enjoying it? He doubts he needs to come back with evidence of a good time (whatever that would be), as long as there's the suggestion that he entertained someone. ]
[ Slightly older with a bit of expendable income. Perfect. That's easy enough for Eggsy to work with, especially when his idea isn't immediately dismissed. He grins, wide and inviting. ]
Well, we might need to put on a bit of show. [ said evenly. The idea of it clearly doesn't bother him. If anything, amusement lights his eyes. ] But I think me wandering 'round half-dressed might have been the catch, mate.
[ He's very aware that he looks more absurd than attractive, even if he considers himself a fit bloke, but he didn't pick this outfit (okay, he picked the terrible shade of yellow), so... the shopkeeper must be enjoying it? He doubts he needs to come back with evidence of a good time (whatever that would be), as long as there's the suggestion that he entertained someone. ]
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[ overflow thread here ]
[ Despite his suggestion that she laugh, he cracks up. There's something about totally needy for some fancy British booty that hits the sweet spot of absurd yet true. He pulls back to give her space (seeing as she expressed genuine discomfort, even if it was in an entertaining fashion), leaning one arm against the bar as he subtly assesses her.
At her change of tune, the corners of his mouth lift into an amused smile. He winks, like they're enjoying a private joke. ]
That I did. [ He leans forward to give the appearance of intimacy, dropping his voice to a whisper. ] Interested in being my accomplice?
[ All the while, he holds her gaze, challenging her to reject the opportunity for easy money. ]
[ Despite his suggestion that she laugh, he cracks up. There's something about totally needy for some fancy British booty that hits the sweet spot of absurd yet true. He pulls back to give her space (seeing as she expressed genuine discomfort, even if it was in an entertaining fashion), leaning one arm against the bar as he subtly assesses her.
At her change of tune, the corners of his mouth lift into an amused smile. He winks, like they're enjoying a private joke. ]
That I did. [ He leans forward to give the appearance of intimacy, dropping his voice to a whisper. ] Interested in being my accomplice?
[ All the while, he holds her gaze, challenging her to reject the opportunity for easy money. ]
[ he offers his hand and dutch places hers in it with an elegant turn of the wrist. as though she is accepting his offer of a dance. ]
I'll keep you to that.
I'll keep you to that.
[ At that, he barks a startled laugh. ]
Hey, you buying me drinks and being nice and still saying you don't deserve to be here — it makes me feel like a proper dickhead for punching you, don't it?
[ So they're even. Well, not even enough for Eggsy to reject freebies. Once the drink is paid for, he continues. ]
Anyway, I ain't penniless anymore, and that's 'cause of more than this bullshit. [ accompanied by a gesture to his state of undress, meaning that he doesn't regularly engage in work of this type. He has a respectable job!! ] And I'm well-fit, besides.
[ Calling himself good-looking, yes. How's that for cocky? ]
Hey, you buying me drinks and being nice and still saying you don't deserve to be here — it makes me feel like a proper dickhead for punching you, don't it?
[ So they're even. Well, not even enough for Eggsy to reject freebies. Once the drink is paid for, he continues. ]
Anyway, I ain't penniless anymore, and that's 'cause of more than this bullshit. [ accompanied by a gesture to his state of undress, meaning that he doesn't regularly engage in work of this type. He has a respectable job!! ] And I'm well-fit, besides.
[ Calling himself good-looking, yes. How's that for cocky? ]
[ He shakes his head and speaks firmly. ]
Nah, mate. The money helps, yeah, but you didn't know me before. Always dicking about. Quitting everything that mattered. [ He lifts his drink, a gesture of thanks. ] I'm worth something 'cause I'm seeing shit through. I'm better than I was before.
[ at everything, from applying himself to protecting his family. Oh, and there's the saving the world thing, but he's playing at being a tailor for now. ]
Nah, mate. The money helps, yeah, but you didn't know me before. Always dicking about. Quitting everything that mattered. [ He lifts his drink, a gesture of thanks. ] I'm worth something 'cause I'm seeing shit through. I'm better than I was before.
[ at everything, from applying himself to protecting his family. Oh, and there's the saving the world thing, but he's playing at being a tailor for now. ]
[ oh. the indulgence doesn't go unnoticed, earning a soft smile. ]
So, now we wish really hard, hm?
[ like in peter pan. ]
So, now we wish really hard, hm?
[ like in peter pan. ]
[ Squinting at Byerly — ]
I can never tell whether you're taking the piss or not.
I can never tell whether you're taking the piss or not.
So we do.
[ dutch nods. is it an indulgence if they have to hold hands to make it possible for him to go down to the planet? ]
[ dutch nods. is it an indulgence if they have to hold hands to make it possible for him to go down to the planet? ]
[ Oh, a small smile again, back at ease. Joking, right. ]
Don't think I'm particularly little, but — Eggsy. [ He extends a hand to shake, seeing as it's their first proper meeting. ] And yourself?
Don't think I'm particularly little, but — Eggsy. [ He extends a hand to shake, seeing as it's their first proper meeting. ] And yourself?
[ it's an indulgence to do it in the manner of a dance, in his eyes. very romantic. he watches her to see if she does anything else (like screwing her eyes shut). then, he focuses, and — ]
Fucking hell.
[ suddenly, they're in olympia. he releases her hand properly reorient himself, squaring his stance and carding a hand through his hair. oh, yep, mm-hmm, there's the nausea. he looks alright, for the most part, with his face scrunched but not uneasy. ]
Fucking hell.
[ suddenly, they're in olympia. he releases her hand properly reorient himself, squaring his stance and carding a hand through his hair. oh, yep, mm-hmm, there's the nausea. he looks alright, for the most part, with his face scrunched but not uneasy. ]
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