[ the large man doesn't look all too pleased to be talked back to, evident in the way his upper lip curls. it reveals a double-row of teeth there, like a shark, and his grip only tightens over shikamaru's shoulder. ]
You're funny, kid. Someone's probably gonna miss your sense of humor.
[ standing just beside the man is another, equally large fellow, who also doesn't look too pleased to have lost. around them, the crowd rouses, clearly sensing another impending fight, and none of them seem to particularly care if it's sanctioned or not.
izumo herself is a few feet away, watching this all come to pass, and while she has no personal investment in the goings-on here... she does recognize shikamaru vaguely as someone who'd teleported down when she had. a fellow refugee, and a new one at that.
not that it matters, really... he's here of his own volition, and he did what he did all on his own, knowing the risks.
still, the crowd seems to be growing more and more restless as time passes and no fists have flown. the original large man is still grinning down at shikamaru, his other hand already curling into a fist. but before anything could be swung, izumo actually pipes up—
a clear, dull voice through the tension. ]
I think your money's running away.
[ heads and appendages swivel towards her, then towards the direction she's pointing. sure enough, there is a small, salamander-like creature cradling a duffel bag full of winnings to its chest, and upon being caught, makes a sharp sound of shock and then a run for it.
there is a beat, and then a roar that ripples through the crowd, and bodies begin shoving others aside to try and get to the thief — shikamaru's assailants among them. ]
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You're funny, kid. Someone's probably gonna miss your sense of humor.
[ standing just beside the man is another, equally large fellow, who also doesn't look too pleased to have lost. around them, the crowd rouses, clearly sensing another impending fight, and none of them seem to particularly care if it's sanctioned or not.
izumo herself is a few feet away, watching this all come to pass, and while she has no personal investment in the goings-on here... she does recognize shikamaru vaguely as someone who'd teleported down when she had. a fellow refugee, and a new one at that.
not that it matters, really... he's here of his own volition, and he did what he did all on his own, knowing the risks.
still, the crowd seems to be growing more and more restless as time passes and no fists have flown. the original large man is still grinning down at shikamaru, his other hand already curling into a fist. but before anything could be swung, izumo actually pipes up—
a clear, dull voice through the tension. ]
I think your money's running away.
[ heads and appendages swivel towards her, then towards the direction she's pointing. sure enough, there is a small, salamander-like creature cradling a duffel bag full of winnings to its chest, and upon being caught, makes a sharp sound of shock and then a run for it.
there is a beat, and then a roar that ripples through the crowd, and bodies begin shoving others aside to try and get to the thief — shikamaru's assailants among them. ]