Sigil: T.C.o.D - [Walk-In][Modern Fantasy: Cycle 32][O/A]

[Ebag The II]

[Just got done with tonight's load of laundry. Uniforms tomorrow.]

+++Dzan's eyes merely crossed over the man. He couldn't feel no supernatural, but a look and he knew the man was just that. A man that relied on powers not mere prowess with a blade or a fist. He'd merely chuckle. A dark chuckle that showed that he was a man that had seen death more so than someone should have. Had touched upon it's planes many time and continued swinging to this day. A man who didn't shirk from nothing.

+++"Sto' bein' a fraggin' meta an' ya won' 'ave tha' probl'm. Iffin' ya were truly mortal ya wouldn' 'ave a probl'm no' wouldya?" He'd ask the man. His accent even harder to pin point amongst the populace for he was a man that came off the planet. Not a different plane of existence, but a different planet within the same plane of reality. "I won' 'ave a probl'm stoppin' tha' probl'm ya 'ave iffin ya wantin' me ta."

+++To Dzan anyone with magical abilities were to be exterminated. Wiped from the very fabric of reality on all planes of existence. All planes of existence save for the one he resided on should be torn asunder and cast into the Warp. It was that ideology that had made him a prime target for the Blood God. That pure hatred merely fueling Dzan's own corrupted future away from the Golden Light.

[Tres Ecstuffuan]

:The Marketplace Ward:

"Goddamn"

The familiar immature voice spat with a full mouth of what seemed to be a miniature soft taco stuffed with lime spiced seafood meadly similar to a warm seviche'. One of Tres's hobbies was fine dining but that was just another one of the few things people didn't know about him besides the fact that he was a rather large light skinned roughneck and failure son of a hero. He had been sitting a few seats down from Dullahan and mixed in perfectly with the peculiar assortment of denizens. Dzan's strange accent and loud boistrism had drawn the turned head's of a few people at the bar and the two beautiful women working the restraunt seemed rather irritated. Though it hadn't been enough of a disturbance to stop the playing of the meriachi who sat to there far right.

It had been years since Tres had seen Dzan Straea in person. It wasn't like they were friends but they had in fact met. Dzan didn't try to kill Tres at the time because he wasn't a meta then, but now things had changed. Dzan wasn't a vampire or anything and at first appearance he just appeared to be a normal, albeit unnaturally musculare guy with dreads.

"I still can't understand a ******** word your saying.", he said to the chainaxe wielding khornate warrior.

[Fiend The Bunny]

arrow Market Ward

Dullahan laughed at the man. Laughed at him heartedly. He was awfully high on himself, with little to show for it other then a fancy axe, terrible common, and some fancy eyes.

"Says the man blessed by Divinity and wielding an axe granted from his master. You are not special, boy. You are just arrogant and foolish."

Dullahan had little else to say to the smaller warrior, and simply ordered something random off the menu to try and eat. He never made a move for his blade, and didn't even seem to be paying attention to Dzan, who most knew in this realm as a powerful and dangerous warrior.

Chances are, he was indeed. But Dullahan had no interest arguing with a fool and a bigot about the warrants of magic. Dullahan used his magic to his own ends, and ******** anyone who tried to get in his way of that. If the man wanted to go on or be a fool, let him. Dullahan would pay him little mind unless he suddenly sprouted intelligence.

[Ebag The II]

+++His own laughter would peel out before stopping suddenly. "Ya don' kno' me God," he'd state. "Et trys ta kill me a' all turns." He merely sat down and ordered a drink. Water at the moment as he pulled out an lho-stick and placed it between his lips. His middle finger then raising up and greeting the one man who had said he couldn't understand him. That was the entire point of him keeping his Underhive dialect. why bother allowing someone to know the true meaning of what he was trying to say?

[Jashin follower just got accepted. xd ]

[Tres Ecstuffuan]

Tres chuckled when he got the middle finger and continued eating. Then after he finished his last mini-dish he would lean forward and look down the table at the server giving Dzan his drink. "So you still killing people with fancy woo-woo bullshit with that thing?", that was funny considering now Tres was another person doing fancy woo-woo bullshit and unlike his father he wasn't subtle with it. When Tres referred to that thing, he leaned back and nodded towards the Chain-axe. Tres remembered when he met Dzan a long time ago, he really wanted that axe of his.

Now he didn't give a ********.

[Fiend The Bunny]

"Your God is of no concern to me."

And he ate the food he was given, enjoying the taste but not devouring it like it was the best thing he had ever ate. As the other man sitting down addressed the bronze eyed done, Dullahan did nothing but listen. He would bring up the tournament he sought at some point, but first he would allow the tension to settle before he asked random questions to men he barely knew.

The elder Dread Knight soon ordered a water, sipping that as he ate slowly. He was buying time, not eating simply to eat. It was a decent cover as he waited for a moment to ask and not seem out of place. It wasn't that he feared be berated, but he feared not receiving an answer simply because there was prior hostility. He would wait for now.

[Ebag The II]

+++"Killin' anythin' tha' sates th' fraggin' bloo'lus'." He'd say before shrugging and drinking the water. The lho-stick would then be lit and allowed to flow through his body. The off-world drug potent enough to take the tension out of the air within moments of the cyberpunk's entrance. It didn't matter. He was self-medicating and that only meant one thing. It had been a long long while since he had killed and his voices and urges were getting the best of him.

[La Caballero Roja]

SCRRRREEEECHHH!

People leapt out of the way as a pretentious expensive-looking car came drifting around the corner, tires leaving a smoking trail behind it as came to an abrupt stop in front of the place Tres was currently hanging out at. The engine was turned off as someone got out of the car. It was a woman, it seemed, costumed in a mask and tight-fitting clothing. Elbow pads and knee pads adorned her arms and legs; yet, it was the bright red colors on her costume that truly had her stand out. Her body's shape was superb for a woman. Muscle and curves all balanced into one sexy form. If she wanted to, she would gladly pose for the magazines.

But she wasn't here to show off her bronze-skinned body. Because she carried something threatening in her right hand: a sledge hammer. And not just any sledge hammer. This thing's shaft was colored black, with the large head at the end having coloring of fire and lightning drawing upon it. Holding it in her right hand, she pulled her right arm back, then threw it forward, releasing the weapon. The heavy thing spun vertically through the air making "WHOOSH, WHOOSH, WHOOSH" sounds as it bashed in the very direction of Tres himself. And if there was any windows or wall obstructing its path, it was going to be torn right through, unaltered on its course for destruction.

[Tres Ecstuffuan]

[********]

Somehow Tres could feel the girl whom he had spent his entire childhood around coming. Maybe it was the obnoxious roar of the loud engine in the distance that heralded the multitude of shouts from bystanders who may have happened to be crossing the street to approach a shop tent. Maybe it was the ferocious crimson red who's reflection he could see in the stainless steel metal of the cooking area just behind the bar top. Maybe Tres was just ******** psychic and the when you spent the greater period of your life around someone whether you realized it or not you became sensitive towards there mere presence.

Tres however wasn't expecting the sledgehammer and the only thing that would narrowly save his life was his natural fighters instinct. Tres pushed off the bar top to the side, letting his body drop to the ground with his left side facing Roja and her illegally parked vehicle. The sledgehammer would go crashing into the cooking area, narrowly taking one of the hostesses heads with it. The loud smash of unwashed tablewhere would release a resounding shatter across the entire market ward. Tres, on all fours looked up at Roja, somewhat annoyed that she would cause such a ruckuss in the town where they they became all but siblings.

Tres didn't get up from his prone position on all fours but simply primed his body to run in a dash like he was preparing a race. As he did he would say;

"I apologize everyone. Roja has been known to LOSE HER ******** MIND at times. I will take her home and give her the spanking she so obviously deserves.", he said out loud to everyone.

[Fiend The Bunny]

[Gonna take a break, brain is dead.]

[La Caballero Roja]

"You already forgot what you did, cabeza musle?!"

Her accent was fairly Spanish in her English speech, but she spoke with a proper clarity that made her words feasible.

"I'm going to teach you about destroying my science project with that party you had last weekend!"

Roja was made furious, probably more angry that Tres had ever seen her before. And she was usually a happy-go-lucky kind of gal. If there was one thing she always told him was to never have his lifestyle affect her private lifestyle. She was Roja when she wore the mask, but when she had it off, she expected complete respect. It was unfortunate that Tres was always too much of a stubborn walking pile of muscle who thought force was the only answer to everything. For once, she regretted his mother being an influence, considering she was also Roja's master.

"Let me show you how you maimed my paper mache!"

People crowded the streets to watch this sudden outbreak. The raging luchadora walked over to a barrel. It was currently closed, but upon picking it up, she could tell it was full of some liquid. It belonged to this shop as well, which caused the tender to suddenly become roused, already frustrated that a sledehammer just destroyed half of the shelves behind the counter. But Roja wasn't listening as she rose the thing above her head. Suddenly, electrical sparks started to run along her arms, her eyes glowing white from her mask. Considering the barrel was full of liquor...

Roja threw the barrel in Tres's direction as the electricity became more active around the wooden construct. The liquid inside started to leak as all of the customers took a mad dash away from what was about to happen. Halfway on its way toward the destination, the lightning finally made its way inside. Thus, before it would even hit the ground, the barrel would explode, sending out an explosion roughly the same as a grenade. And due to the laws of chain reactions, the shop was going to go blasting sky high right after. Forth of July fireworks, bitches!

[Tres Ecstuffuan]

DM: :The Market Ward:

Moments after the exploding barrel detonated what had begun as a typical sigil street fight turned into people high tailing it away from the burning sight of the battle. The burning remnants of the tapas stand would act as excellent fuel to produce a circle of fire in which only those who specifically intended to engage in battle with the furious luchador would remain. The fire would stay curiously centralized in that particular lot however, because of the magical city of sigil had been susceptible to spreading fires so easily the the market ward even in its vastness would have burned down long ego.

Within moments it seemed the lot became a circle pit of fire in which Roja and Tres alone would seem to be locked in mortal combat. If anyone attempted to remain in the circle of fire with the two almost familial warriors, they would be quickly noticed as only the few would remain. Why the explosion and ignition of the tapas stand had so curiously formed a flame, no one would know but would it did seem to represent well was the Latina's fury and the seriousness of the situation.

[Tres Ecstuffuan]

Before Tres knew it the hot massive explosion of the Tapas stand at his back soon became an iconic ring of fire. It seemed as if the Lady Of Pain herself intended for Tres and Roja to do battle. It was as if there was something, a grand revelation, that only the fiery intensity of impending doom for one of the warriors would discover within there own souls. Tres had been knocked forward by the expanding pressure of the explosion, and rather than on all fours he was chest down on ground with his back covered in minor burn injuries. Had Tres been a lesser man he would surely have just been killed by the massive chain eruption of volatile energies unleashed by the enraged bronze skinned beauty in front of him. Tres got up slowly, obviously still pained from his however slight injuries.

"Ok...I'm Sorry.", Tres honestly couldn't remember what she was talking about but upon returning home from his journey he had held a party in their apartment that likely did result in some destruction of Roja's property. However the realization that Tres's disregard for anyone but himself might have somehow effected Roja didn't even occur to him until the sensation of burning skin crammed the knowledge into his psionically focused mind. As Tres rose slowly to face Roja in a full standing position, calmed his eyes glowed yet they had a sort of sadness in him. Probably even more to her surprise, Tres was actually sorry. Roja wouldn't have known what had happened to Tres during his time away but maybe it seemed he matured some. Then after a short pause after apologizing Tres's eyes steeled up. "but this s**t was between us!", he shouted, caring less about the destruction of other's property more on the fact that Tres didn't want anyone else to bear his burdons or his punishments.

The cream colored dreadheaded boy had always taken his own beatings. When he ******** up, it didn't sit right with him for other people to have to take his beatings for him. Maybe he wasn't as pure hearted as his father, but he still had a sense of pride as a warrior and as an ecstuffuan. "You want me b***h! You ******** come after me but all this ******** pissy s**t ain't neccesary!", Tres then snapped his hands up in front of his face and squared his feet up in his boxers stance. His glowing silvery eyes were now more intense than the flames that surrounded him.

"...SWOLE UP!", Tres said as he started forward in the footwork that Roja would recognize. It was the shuffling yet, quick and lithe footwork used by Tres's father and his mother. Tres would come straight for Roja and utilizing the footwork to set up his kick, he would throw a low left side kick to the girls leading knee in an attempt to strike at this sensitive joint and slow her down to stop her from utilizing her powerfuly high flying maneuvers.

[La Caballero Roja]

Roja might have overreacted, but it was because of him that she had to explain to her teacher and convince him to extend her due date all because of the recklessness of a former friend. Yes, "former." He was going to have to earn any semblance of respect back from her if he even wanted to be seen as someone she didn't hate. Her eyes were equally furious, though the mask hid most of her facial expression. Her painted lips were frowning, however, visible through the bottom cut out. She was going to make Tres pay in the way any fighter made punishment. Through the ravage of combat.

She was almost fooled by the first part of saying he was sorry. Tres was never the one to apologize that fast for what he did. However, it all came flowing back when he said those next couple of lines. He had to make it worse. Well, throwing fuel on the surrounding fire didn't seem to be enough for him. Cause she was about to show him the full fury of La Caballero Roja! This was a bit redundant because Tres had already seen this side of her many times. They did spar a lot back then before he took his little trip after leaving school like he did. She supposed he didn't give a damn about education anymore, wanting to take the more vanguard part of life. But if he had come back expecting her to be the same luchadora he fought before, he would be surprised when she show him a few new moves. This was considered her way of saying "Welcome Home!"

Roja wasted no time getting her feet into activity, jogging in place as her arms hung loosely at her sides. Tres knew well that this was considered her stance, as it allowed her maximum mobility to perform the expected high-action maneuvers he knew her for. A lot of people considered luche libre as just some flashy sport style that held no practical use in a real fight. But Roja's goal in life was to prove otherwise. As her boots hopped right to left one after another, fire gathered itself suddenly around her feet. Another ability Tres knew her for was her ability to use fire. What he probably didn't expect was that the fire was a lot more potent than her capability with it long before. The situation was still the same as any of their fights. Its presence only meant she was about to attack him.

"Uagh!"

She released a menacing cry as her left foot kicked forward, performing an unorthodox way of batting away someone's kick. A hard smash of their feet clapped between them as his side kick was neutralized and removed of all of its mobility. He would be lucky if the leg of his pants didn't get caught on fire the moment she made contact, but that was going to be a worry he'll have to put aside for another second cause she wasn't stopping. Counter attack time! Her left foot returned to the ground, kicking backwards, until her body did a swift twist at the hip to the left, causing her to unleash her fiery right foot, kicking in a push manner at Tres's gut. Fire followed the motion of both her defense and offense, giving a display of beautiful orange colors that augmented the fluidness of her technique.

[Tres Ecstuffuan]

Propel The Spacecraft in the Pleiades

:The Ring of Fire within the Market Ward:

Roja parried Tres's kick to his left with her left foot, positioning his foot in between her now southpaw stance. Tres winced in the burn to his leg but having spent time on the plane of fire itself during his time with his grandmother he could bear through the pain of Roja's now intensified flame.

Tres was surprised she had become much stronger and quicker, based purely upon that small exchange but what Tres had noted was the lack of change in her sensibilities. Up until now, Tres was an unpowered albeit strong human male but the Githiyanki had taught him to show ones weapons too early was asking for them to be knocked aside. Roja bore her power, maybe not in its full degree but displayed an aspect of it none the less. Tres would hide his weapons until victory could be claimed in a single stroke. For now, he would depend on the foundation of his power, martial technique.

The purpose of the side kick had not been to land but to do exactly as it did, penetrate Roja's stance. Now Tres's lead left foot was positioned in between Roja's feet and if it were not for her movement of her parrying left foot back his lead foot would be immediately beneath her. Now that Tres was in the outside striking range, he could utilize his superior reach and bate her into a kick in which she would throw while Tres was in reality, much too close for it to be safe.

Tres would utilize a low parry with the right hand along with a clockwise twist of the waist that would cause Roja's kick to pass its target to the right of his gut. Tres's bracer would protect against the flaming legs fires. Simultaneously he used his superior reach to strike at Roja's neck with a tiger palm handed strike to the jugular in an attempt to strike the windpipe and stun her for a moment where he could follow through with his intended combination. Because in this moment Roja's lead right leg would be in the air, she would be hard pressed to dodge and her guard was typically low. All the while, Tres's long arm reach protected him from a counter attack that he would be too slow to defend against.

Dwell in the abyssal plane like the hordes of hades