Spiderverse
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Elof
Location (Group 1): On Deck
While Elof was in the middle of his rest, in between sets, he heard the sound of clapping coming from an approaching figure. Taking a deep breathe and wiping the sweat from his brow while he brushed his hair to the side, the young mercenary looked up at the figure applauding him. Just as the words left the figure's tongue, he had already been looked over; noting their bright eyes and the mischievous aura they carried. It felt similar to some of the more troublesome members of his troupe, the ones who liked to stir up trouble for the hell of it.
Though he would normally roll his eyes and continue, this person would be accompanying them on their journey, and the mixed blood just has to accept that. So rather than what he wanted to do, Elof simply kept eye contact with him. It was surprising that this person had continued to look at him for so long, especially with how often people refused to look at him straight in the face. A backhanded compliment came his way once again, before the man finally decided to introduce himself. And though his words were definitely aimed to strike nerves, there were none Elof hadn't had a tight grip on. "Elof."
After he spoke his name and the man continued, his true intentions had shone through. Plain and simple, he wanted to fight. Nothing too unusual, a day didn't go by when he was with the Troupe that they didn't hold a Tourney. Though when they came with the adage of a bet, especially one with a favor, they got a special name: Promise Duels. After a moment of thought, he turned around to grab Mir and Jorn, before re-fastening his satchel to the main mast. "You want to fight... say that." Elof turned back around, staring directly toward Mikhail. "No bet. Don't trust you yet... Might get me killed. After you get trust, we can Promise Duel."
Mentions: Horror