[He just catches that look and shrugs. What? It worked, didn't it?
There isn't much for him to do other than monitor the scene. Because of the large crowds and so many intoxicated, it's not easy for them to break up the fight. Some patrons are even thrown out, which is actually better for them. Although it would be best for them to be able to sneak out unseen, Eustace has a feeling they'll need to prepare for the worst case scenario. More bodies will just cause more problems later on.
When most of the chaos has gotten under control that Eustace slips out his phone to check the time. He can see how some of the guards and strippers are heading to the back, likely to heal their own sustained injuries. She's been down there for a while... He needs to warn her and then figure out another diversion, but it's then that he gets her text message.
Although relieved to get an update, his expression grows a bit pensive. He isn't so surprised that she's finding difficulty even if he hoped otherwise. He quickly texts a reply—]
Got it.
[—and looks around. Causing another fight...will be more difficult now, so he looks at the main stage with a frown. Perhaps if he shorted the stage, he could cut half the lights...but then they might go to the back where the rest of the controls are.
It's then that he feels a strange chill up his spine right before there's an unwanted touch on his shoulder along with an all too smooth voice in his ear. Immediately he slams his elbow into their face before grabbing their arm to throw them to the ground, and there's a pained shout as he turns to realize it was one of the strippers.
...Well, not that it's any better, but he's more surprised that that didn't knock them out immediately, proving that they are not human. But it's creating more attention to him. However, an absurd thing came out of the stripper's mouth:
"You have to replace me!!"
Excuse him, what?
"That's the rule," someone suddenly adds behind him, making Eustace immediately turn around to see a few others had arrived. "Hit one of them, take their place." Inwardly he clicks his tongue, debating whether he should just take them all out, but he can feel more eyes on him. Perhaps he's even gained the attention of the "queen" of this place. That's when an idea—as absurd as it is—comes to mind.
Tifa needs a distraction. What better way to keep all eyes on him?
...
.....................
It makes him sick to his stomach, but if it's by his own rules he can probably handle it. No one said he had to actually strip and they seem depraved enough to enjoy some reverse play.
...
.............
He looks over at one of them and just steals the whip attached to their hip. Before they can protest he snaps it to grab their legs and sweep them to the ground.]
Stay down.
[With such a harsh, cold glare they actually shiver.
...
Disgusting.
Anyway, confirming their reactions, Eustace heads onto the stage, loosening a few of his shirt buttons and tussling his hair a bit. He's actually not that proficient with the whip he's not Ferry, but he can at least do that much. Besides, he only intends to use it as a prop. The moment he snaps it before hoisting it over his shoulder, everyone's attention turns to him.
...Ugh.]
You.
[He points to the nearest stripper.]
Get up here.
[And so whenever Tifa manages to come out with the knights, she's going to see the absurd sight of Eustace sitting on a chair with several bodies piled up behind and around him—most of the strippers but also quite a few guards and patrons, too. Aside from looking a little ruffled, Eustace just looks...bored.]
...Tsk, you call yourself professionals? Never felt more turned off in my life...
[Apparently however this started, it's now become a challenge to make this "Ice King" aroused. Of course, he never lets them get physically close, and one is now trying to pretend to be a drooling dog, probably assuming he must be part one given his ears. That only makes Eustace frown and grind the heel of his boot into their face.]
Disgusting, next.
[And the moment someone starts to strip he just instantly cracks the whip around their legs to send them to the floor before kicking them away with enough force to send them rolling.]
Waste of my time, next.
[Even more strangely, there is actually a captive audience with some people placing bets. And the ones remaining on the stage... ...Let's just say they actually enjoyed getting stepped on, kicked, and whipped.
Anyway, Tifa hurry up he's completely detached himself and somewhat venting on these people, but there will be a point when he'll get fed up and leave—]
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There isn't much for him to do other than monitor the scene. Because of the large crowds and so many intoxicated, it's not easy for them to break up the fight. Some patrons are even thrown out, which is actually better for them. Although it would be best for them to be able to sneak out unseen, Eustace has a feeling they'll need to prepare for the worst case scenario. More bodies will just cause more problems later on.
When most of the chaos has gotten under control that Eustace slips out his phone to check the time. He can see how some of the guards and strippers are heading to the back, likely to heal their own sustained injuries. She's been down there for a while... He needs to warn her and then figure out another diversion, but it's then that he gets her text message.
Although relieved to get an update, his expression grows a bit pensive. He isn't so surprised that she's finding difficulty even if he hoped otherwise. He quickly texts a reply—]
Got it.
[—and looks around. Causing another fight...will be more difficult now, so he looks at the main stage with a frown. Perhaps if he shorted the stage, he could cut half the lights...but then they might go to the back where the rest of the controls are.
It's then that he feels a strange chill up his spine right before there's an unwanted touch on his shoulder along with an all too smooth voice in his ear. Immediately he slams his elbow into their face before grabbing their arm to throw them to the ground, and there's a pained shout as he turns to realize it was one of the strippers.
...Well, not that it's any better, but he's more surprised that that didn't knock them out immediately, proving that they are not human. But it's creating more attention to him. However, an absurd thing came out of the stripper's mouth:
"You have to replace me!!"
Excuse him, what?
"That's the rule," someone suddenly adds behind him, making Eustace immediately turn around to see a few others had arrived. "Hit one of them, take their place." Inwardly he clicks his tongue, debating whether he should just take them all out, but he can feel more eyes on him. Perhaps he's even gained the attention of the "queen" of this place. That's when an idea—as absurd as it is—comes to mind.
Tifa needs a distraction. What better way to keep all eyes on him?
...
.....................
It makes him sick to his stomach, but if it's by his own rules he can probably handle it. No one said he had to actually strip and they seem depraved enough to enjoy some reverse play.
...
.............
He looks over at one of them and just steals the whip attached to their hip. Before they can protest he snaps it to grab their legs and sweep them to the ground.]
Stay down.
[With such a harsh, cold glare they actually shiver.
...
Disgusting.
Anyway, confirming their reactions, Eustace heads onto the stage, loosening a few of his shirt buttons and tussling his hair a bit. He's actually not that proficient with the whip
he's not Ferry, but he can at least do that much. Besides, he only intends to use it as a prop. The moment he snaps it before hoisting it over his shoulder, everyone's attention turns to him....Ugh.]
You.
[He points to the nearest stripper.]
Get up here.
[And so whenever Tifa manages to come out with the knights, she's going to see the absurd sight of Eustace sitting on a chair with several bodies piled up behind and around him—most of the strippers but also quite a few guards and patrons, too. Aside from looking a little ruffled, Eustace just looks...bored.]
...Tsk, you call yourself professionals? Never felt more turned off in my life...
[Apparently however this started, it's now become a challenge to make this "Ice King" aroused. Of course, he never lets them get physically close, and one is now trying to pretend to be a drooling dog, probably assuming he must be part one given his ears. That only makes Eustace frown and grind the heel of his boot into their face.]
Disgusting, next.
[And the moment someone starts to strip he just instantly cracks the whip around their legs to send them to the floor before kicking them away with enough force to send them rolling.]
Waste of my time, next.
[Even more strangely, there is actually a captive audience with some people placing bets. And the ones remaining on the stage... ...Let's just say they actually enjoyed getting stepped on, kicked, and whipped.
Anyway, Tifa hurry up he's completely detached himself and somewhat venting on these people, but there will be a point when he'll get fed up and leave—]