nanowrimo day 6

i wrote only 1293 words today oh nooooo

that being said i still hit par for the day since i was a little bit ahead, but that lead has now been eaten up.

"What? Where are you going?"

"Out," Brulvundojn said, shortly. And then like it was being pried out of him: "To fight."

"Woah, what? If you got scheduled shouldn't I come with?"

Brulvundojn let out a choking, hacking laugh. "Not there."

"You're doing fights somewhere else?" Luis shifted on his feet -- still in his sneakers. The floor was poured concrete, still gritty, and incredibly cold. "Can I come?"

Brulvundojn looked at him for a long moment, curls of flame licking up across his brow. Then he jerked his head to the door, acquiescing maybe. "Don't make a fuss."

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Maybe Luis should've asked where the place was. Brulvundojn lead the way, fast enough Luis had to jog, and he was so busy keeping up he didn't pay attention to where they were until Brulvundojn slowed. It was dark: streetlights dead; all the light coming from the moon overhead and Brulvundojn, a ring of dingy red light casting flickering shadows. North of downtown, what he only really knew of as a sea of rooftops that he saw sometimes from the freeway side. Nothing but dark windows and old stone.

The street they were on was hardly that, more of a particularly wide alleyway between two buildings, but soon enough Brulvundojn hung right into a pitch-black alleyway, sky a sliver of purple-grey high above. Everything was red and black as Luis crept behind him, not sure if he should -- if maybe he should've stayed back at Brulvundojn's place, and maybe even now he could stop things from getting worse by just... leaving. Making his own way back, because sure as hell Brulvundojn wasn't going to guide him back.

But he kept thinking that until Brulvundojn stepped out into the courtyard of an old warehouse. The building was U-shaped, the courtyard square and big enough that direct moonlight splashed down across the ground, crawling up the walls of the buildings beside them and making everything silver. The only way here was through the alleys. The ground was old tiles, with crunchy grass growing up from the seams, an old chain-link fence that had been trampled down, no more than posts now.

not even cut b/c that's a real short excerpt. featuring: the first time brulvundojn actually appears in the story!! i should really be writing more linearly. and also, not staying up so late.