Club SadistFaction | Gone, but not forgotten baby! ~

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A young man of obvious orient decent stood with his hands in his tracksuit jacket pockets as he eyeballed the abandoned club. His charcoal eyes studied the worn and tattered building, yet his mind saw it how it looked in it's prime. He remembered some long nights at this place. Most night with some decent range of fights per night. The slow night that even ended with the occasional absence of fights. And let's not forget the super rare brawls that consumed the entire club for one helluva chaotic evening! This was the place he had met some notable names and faces in, even General Kanzaki herself. He could remember the OnPoint brand of beer exclusively brewed and bottled by TRS themselves. The jukebox that had the wisest option of tunes one could ask for. The smell of the bar itself, the feel and smell of the pit. His heart rate increased ever so slightly as chills ran down his spine. His eyes closed for a brief moment as he lived in the moment of memory. Perhaps one day he could find another place like this one. Where the sport of the fight was respected, and the average patron was worth being around for hours on end. Not to mention the cool owner that ran this place. Tzak "The Ripper" Bishop himself, notorious leader of The River Styx street gang. Thinking of prize fighters made him reminisce his own days of amateur fighting...Made him think about how he could have been just as infamous. Fate. Fate had something much much greater in store for him, and yet his life's work was one that most times didn't end up in notoriety like they did for his Master, James Eredas, The Daemon Phoenix Fist. Fame wasn't everything, and yet, Jinsoku actually sometimes thought he truly wanted that life. Even if people like James and Raven themselves tried to stay out of the spotlight. Hell, Bishop had completely vanished overnight with his business. Still, that had to be some way to live...Right?

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[Deus Ex Aizen]

She had been in the Crucible. Acquiring notes, artifacts. Studying.

For weeks she had been sneaking off and breaking into the abandoned place, looking for Drew's research on Invocation Magic. With a grunt, Raven hauled another box up the stairs and into the main floor of SadistFaction. It had been hours now--or so she believed. In Sigil, you tended to lose track of what cycle it was when there was no way to distinguish between night and day. Thankfully the place hadn't been looted too badly and she had scared off the squatters that took refuge.

Refuge.

Raven snorted at the concept. SadistFaction had been a refuge. A place where she wasn't an Enforcer, she wasn't a Mage. She wasn't any one thing or another. She was just a patron of the bar among friends and acquaintances. Lifting the box again, she winced at the clinking of tubes and glass, the shuffle of sheathes of papers and heavy books; Raven hauled the box up with another unladylike grunt before sitting it on the bar. Dust. Dust everywhere. It swirled the way snowflakes fell--silently.

There was a thin sheen of sweat already. It was the sixth box she had recovered that day--and there was more still back in Predator's Keep she poured herself over. Raven was freshly returned from winning the Maze Games, proving to the remaining Matreyans she was worthy to be their leader. Now she studied ways for her people to protect themselves. She was not the only gifted one anymore. Patting the box, Raven sighed and casually wandered. What was the hurry? She found the stairs that led down into the Pit and paused only a moment before she decided to visit further. Carefully, cautiously, she stepped down, down. Each stair was gingerly tested to support her weight before committing to the full step. The old scent of herb and the new scent of damp and rot was all around. She could see the old cage and bars--still seemingly untouched by the elements, despite the obvious wear and tear of the walls and floor around it.

Raven pulled a fingerless glove from her hand, reaching out to touch the rough metal bars. The tips of her fingers skimmed the metal, gleaning the adrenaline, the fear, the excitement of fights long past but not forgotten. She pulled her glove back on and flexed the digits. She patted down her jean pockets before she fished out a fashioned pendant from stone. The lattice glowed, illuminating the vast room with an eerie, pale green wash. Raven pulled the pendant on by its cord and let it rest against the black camisole she wore, washing her Asiatic features with the same pale glow.

She remembered fighting here. She remembered many faces and many events. She missed the River Styx Gang, and every other wayward fighter that came for a claim to fame in the Pit.

She had no idea that she would soon encounter another familiar face and feel the familiar thrill of a fight.

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[stillnohero]

Opening his eyes once more, he decided it was worth the risk to try and checkout the old bar in full. Judging by even the former main entrance, there was plenty of evidence that the place had been broken into quite a few times. No telling what sort of unsavory types had been hiding around in here, or if anything valuable was left to be had, but Jinsoku was willing to take a look just to see. Upon breaching the bar itself, it would appear that Jinsoku was accurate in his assumptions, so much so that he seen where some stuff in cardboard was packed up and ready for transport. But who really had the balls to steel from the legacy of TRS? Looking at the disturbed dust and noting the varying layers of such in foot prints, Jinsoku would first peak his head into the Crucible, though it became obvious to him then that the living presence he sensed here was down in the basement. In the pit. With caution Jinsoku came down the stairs, his eyes failing to see in the varying darkness of the area, and yet his Electrolocation allotted him enough sensory info to sort of map out his surroundings and even to differentiate between the several varying materials, and the person here them self.

"Yo, whoever is in here, you know you're trespassing right?"

He chimed without accusing any further just yet. After all, this presence might be responsible for thwarting the handful of s**t that could be taken and have use for sell or otherwise. Jinsoku however had no idea the sort of rude awakening he was in for. Not only didn't he recognize the intruder outright, but he had no clue how deep her ties were with such an unsavory group of people. Then again, she was accused of being a terrorist in Sigil once, accompanied by Bishop himself, and that sexy TRS chick they called Jay.

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[Deus Ex Aizen]

"As much money as I put into this place, you'd think I'd have a V.I.P. pass!" Raven mused aloud in response, calling out in return. She stood in the center of the cage, hands in her pockets now. She stared up, up at the walls around her. The looking hole where patrons once looked down into the pit to watch fights in action. There was something derelict and familiar to this place.

She fought an underground tournament here once. Oh, how she bled...

Raven exhaled. She didn't readily recognize who was also in the building. Squatter? An old acquaintance of the River Styx gang? Whoever it was, she was confident they wouldn't be foolish enough to attack her? Or maybe they boldly would.

Suddenly her time at SadistFaction felt cut short. Though she was there on business, another intruder cut the veil of nostalgia in half, and the home-like feeling ebbed away.

Raven glanced over her shoulder, her features obscured by the strange, eerie light, and the shadows cast as a result. "Aren't you also intruding?" She asked the unknown visitor with a grin.

[Yo Im Epic]

J a k o v a
L i l R e d
R a g n a r o k
☠_____- as -_____☠
SAVAGE JAK

I can smell years old blood off the floor

"I intrude as I please," said Jak.

The burly berserker stepped through the single doorway leading into the pit. Her boots impacted the hard floor with a resounding thud. Under the light her wild, fiery hair resembled spilled blood. Beneath the bangs of her faux hawk were big blue eyes as cold as the tundra. Around those eyes was a marred face, one which suggested she lived a hard life in spite of her youth.

Nonetheless, she pressed on with a familiar sense of arrogance only the young held inexhaustibly.

On her hips were a pair of axes, matching her profile. It took one glance to know she's a mean, cruel one.

And right now she got her sights on the petite female standing in the center.

"Don't mind me, little one, I'm just site seeing." She drew closer, although she presented no apparent aggression, her course carried her toward the woman.

"Heard this place got reputation for being bloody bone crunching fun. Can you attest to that?"

She stopped ten feet away. She's got a dangerous look about her. No, she's got a savage look.

The Jotun hungered.

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[Deus Ex Aizen]

Now that was not the voice she had originally heard, "Yeah," Raven took a moment to think about it. To think about the blood that had been shed--not just in the pit, but in SadistFaction in general, "I can." The light of her crystal dimmed before it was snuffed out, leaving the two--possibly three in darkness again. She had seen enough of the woman to understand her nature. "Equip: Black Panther!" illuminating the entire room with a brilliant burst of golden light, a six foot disc manifested before Raven who stepped into it, breaking beyond the barrier like slipping into water. She immediately breached the other side, dawning something new and devastating.

The armor was crafted in overlapping layers and is a sealed system. The armor’s outer shell was composed of a multi-layer alloy made of Salerian Steel, and a Carbon nano-weave. The Salerian was processed in a way to boost her resistance again physical and metaphysical attacks. The multi-layer alloy possessed a Black Stone Carbon weave instead of the normal carbon used in the rest of the B L A C K units.

The armor contained a hydro-static gel-filled layer underneath a thick black armored bodysuit that regulates temperature and can reactively change its density. The inner skin suit was made of moisture absorbing synthetic material linked to the environment control computer located in the helm. Inside the suit were tightly woven nano-carbon tubes that acted as added muscle to significantly increase the wearer’s agility, dexterity, strength, stamina and durability. This would allow Raven to fight on par with beings that even the most trained human soldier could not stand against.

The helm contained a HUD that up-linked--albeit with a twinge of pain--directly to the Raven and connected her with the suit using a system that was crafted from organic matter coded to her genetic code, making use of a surgically implanted bio computer in her brain. This enhanced her reactions and perception to keep up with opposing movements, Making her the efficient Neohuman that she was. The Gateway closed with a burst of light again. Plates disengaged from being interlocked and pulled back, revealing her facial features, "I'm just here for...research. I need to scan this infrastructure for another project elsewhere. I fought good fights here. Some died here."

[Yo Im Epic]

Jak whistled sharply.

The little oriental woman summoned light and donned a nice suit that spanned around her shape quite fittingly. The little Jotun couldn't help but admire. She got a similar ability, but it never was able to spawn complete armor sets. Just a few odds and ends.

Didn't matter though, Jak's not into armor. She's got density and grit on her side. She also got a whole lot of tenacity, and a rambunctious attitude. She didn't even know the woman, or her capabilities, but she didn't care as she stormed forward. The ground reverberated under her heavy foot steps.

Here came a freight-train of 390 pounds packed into a 5 foot, 10 inch berserk frame.

“Scan this!” Jak threw a spartan kick with the heel of her left boot aimed for the center of the woman's chest.

[stillnohero]

A familiar female voice spoke back to him, to his surprise even. He didn't know a lot of chicks to begin with, so it wouldn't be hard to narrow it down. If he could outright see her facial features, he would've recognized her almost instantly. Though with just a voice and a few chance acquaintances, he was temporarily at a loss of identifying her. Then of course came the witty remark of her own about him trespassing. With a snicker he thumbed his nose in an arrogant fashion.

"I - " "I intrude as I please," said Jak.

O....kay....Apparently some other chick just happened to spawn out of thin air, entering the basement level of the abandoned bar. His Raiju didn't detect her sooner, nor did he hear or feel her personally approaching until she was upon them. This perplexed him for a moment, shocking him enough to where he began to mildly, mentally scold himself over it. That could have been a claim on his life. He would be wise to tread more carefully in the future for sure. This chick was a bit bigger than Raven, and now that he was getting a good moment to study her, despite not physically seeing her all that well, he could tell what she was. He had been acquainted with one of her likes before. She was reminiscent of a women he feared, a woman he remembered killing. A woman that wasn't much of a woman at all, but a monster! Judging by her voice and her words themselves, she was easily able to be written off as she had proposed not paying her any mind. Though her vibe was all kinds of ******** up. She felt...aggressive. As for the original woman's voice he was speaking to, she obliged the newer woman with talk of the scene here. Though what really got his hamster running on the wheel was the uttering of Equip: Black Panther, and the brilliant light to follow. Despite it's illumination in such a dark area disturbing his eyes to the point of squinting and even him looking away a bit, he did catch a better glance at her face. Enough to finally put the voice with a face and realize just whom he had been talking to.

"Raven!? Uh, I mean...uh, General Kanzaki? Are you even my General....?

He more so mumbled to himself in that last part, though he was certain he was alright to move closer to her once he had verbally indicated he knew who she was. In one hand he felt the empath should have recognized him faster, judging by rumors of her mental capacity. Then again, they had never really had the time to forge more of a bond like she had with many others before him, friend and foe. However as he drew closer, it would seem that the newer woman that he declared a monster more than a woman, would be showing more of her true colors as he assumed. She stormed Raven with heavy foot falls, and with no regard to the small oriental young man, she dared to raise her knee to her chest in preparation for a spartan kick. With a lunge forth, Jinsoku would land closer to the giant on the way to Raven, and landing in a manner that kept him low, Jinsoku would executed a vicious leg sweep on the leg that would be barring all the giant's weight. It wouldn't likely save Raven from being kicked altogether, though it would serve a well enough purpose to disrupt the attack so that it's full potential could not be had, sparring Raven of any outright adverse effects...Or so he hoped. If the giant indeed went down as he had hoped, he would raise from his low positioning to stand erect once more while carrying out a full rotation using the momentum of the leg sweep, in which his right sweeping leg would be coiled and brought in, up, and then slammed down heel first the giant's torso in one fluid motion.

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"Tch!"

Raven braced for impact, the palms of her hands crossing flat over each other--and so the brunt of the kick was subdued by the double-guard of her enforced hands as she thrust those palms down, redirecting the kick to the floor. It was not without effort, as Raven--even in her power suit--was pushed back by two inches of sheer force, further mitigating the power down for the ground and using that excess force to help push herself back and put a solid eight feet between them.

A tank of a woman, that was for sure. Raven grinned crookedly when a young, swift thing swam into view with a beautiful sweeping kick--the source of the initial kick's lacking force. "Jin~" Raven grunted her greeting, the lilt of his name dripping with the sarcastic joy of meeting him under such circumstances. She had recognized James' protege and her own acquaintance; it was he whom she had responded to before being interrupted by the unfamiliar woman. "Everyone calls me General these days," Shifting her stance, her head visor slid back into place, the HUD a visor of green LCD as her voice projected through a speaker--discernibly more electronic-sounding than before, "Even though I've been promoted to Commander. I'm just Rae. Who are you?" This question was for the assailant who thought it fitting to try kicking her around.

[Yo Im Epic]

Jak hadn't noticed another person being in the arena until she had heard his voice squeak out toward the oriental woman, who Jak assumed to be the man's superior. If the mistake fazed her, she didn't show it. The dangerous look on her face remained as the two worked in unison to evade her kick and capitalize on her instability.

However, the male fighter sweeping her leg might have felt considerable resistance. Even with all her weight planted on one leg, that's a whole lot of woman. It's almost like running his shin into well-planted pole. Either way, he got the desired effect, and swept her leg. The general Jak had attacked parried the kick downward and retreated.

Jak fell on her back – THRASH – and the floor reverberated beneath her awesome impact. At the very least, she tucked her chin against her chest. Her arms remained in front of her torso, so her back absorbed the landing entirely. She exhaled loudly, appearing to be winded, when in fact she wasn't all that bothered. The pain thwacking through her torso was dulled significantly.

It was good enough for a battle mark though (✘).

Then down came the axe heel kick while the general, Raven, was talking, asking for Jak's identity.

Jak raised her left arm, elbow bent and forearm parallel with her torso. She fully absorbed Jin's kick with the meat near the elbow. Her arm didn't even budge. There's going to be a nice little bruise, but no more. It delivered enough pain for another battle mark (✘).

“I'm just a savage called Jak,” answered the berserker as she mounted her offensive. Right around the time Jin's axe heel struck, Jak's right hand reached across her body and clapped her hand behind the knee of Jin's kicking leg. Applying a vice grip with the strength of a giant, Jak yanked the man's leg and threw him over her body and to her right.

Once he cleared, Jak rolled with the throw to get on hands and knees then push back onto her feet.

“I'm equal parts masochist and sadist, so lets play a game.”

Without contest, Jak started lumbering toward Raven before lunging at her. Her hands had hung in front of her waist until she reached forward to grab the armored woman's shoulders. If Jak got a hold of Raven she's going to have a bad time. At the same time, the berserker kept her ears trained for Jin's movements.

✘✘

stillnohero

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[stillnohero]

A savage called Jak. So she was indeed a savage beast as he had so appropriately assumed of her. With each passing moment, she reminded him more and more of the savage beast much like herself that he had slain not too terribly long ago. He could still remember her brute strength behind her blows, the crushing of his bones, the struggling of his lungs from her attempt to suffocate him. The way she teased him by uttering his name so tenderly while attempting to mutilate him in what was bound to be a similar manner in how she did a pig prior to the start of their encounter. These thoughts awoke with the feel of the giantess snatching up his leg, and applying a vice grip. In which case, he was already considerably more on edge than most opponents would cause of him. Not so different from the trauma of the demoness encounter he had the day he met Master James. Regardless, the act of gripping his leg so harsh and abruptly enticed not only him, but the Raiju within to react with one of his most basic techniques that was ironically perfect for such a situation as this.

Surge

User emits an electric pulse from his entire body, zapping a striking or grappling foe. While in contact with the current, the offender might find it hard to 'let go', though once the current passes, the offender would surely think twice before repeating the offense. (1 Post Duration, 3 Post Cooldown)

Almost instantly, a burst of electricity escaped from approximately his core, washing throughout his entire body in very little time considering his elemental affiliation. If the giantess had never had the pleasure of being electrocuted, she would now. And not by simple electricity either, but the type that was arcane-ly laced with Ki. Without any mitigation, Jak would feel the tightening of her muscles as they spasm without control. She would feel the lag of her mind and the dampening of her over all motor skills, and she would feel the burn upon her offending hand that grasped him so abrasively.

If she managed to be so tragically stalled, Jinsoku would treat her to a nastier follow up to his defense than he did with pure offense. His right leg would remain firmly planted in defiance as his left leg lifted about knee to chest before he would launch it in a fierce stomp for the giant's face. The Surge would end about the same time as his stomp was delivered. However, if she managed to not be stopped long enough for a follow up from the Surge, then Jinsoku would have to react accordingly as best he could. As for the General, despite her lack of seeing Jin on a regular basis, this would be a glimpse of just how alike he was with James as a being. A window to what was more akin to the beginning of James' descent into insanity, or so one might assume.

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Pending edits from clarification.

"Games." There was a strange static sound beyond the HUD--perhaps it was a grunt or scoff that he mic could not detect so easily. Always with the games, she mused silently. Seeing Jin in action was both a treat and worry.

She was pleased that James had found a protege, someone to take up the Eredas art of Daemonslaying in his own fashion. She admired the man--she was perhaps even smitten by him. She enjoyed her men in action, and this exchange and his defense to her only served to heighten her awareness. Thus, she was worried.

Raven had faced an opponent like this before; the more the Red Bear was hit, the angrier she became. The angrier she became, the more immune to pain she seemed to become as her body's rage drowned out the typical wear and tear.

She had no way of knowing how this stranger operated. Which meant she needed to find blind spots and avoid being in her direct path. Though she was certain her armor gave her an even field, the berserker risked damaging it too soon for it to prove effective.

Raven could see the woman lunge as Jin went to attack. Following her right, Raven swiveled out of the path of Jak's lunge, back-pedaling counter-clockwise to put herself behind the hulking woman. The refractive properties of polymer coating made Jin's electric attack easy for her to brush off, as she flanked Jak's left and thrust a palm strike down for what would be the Giantess' left kidney. She wanted to stun her opponent who was being distracted, in hopes of making it uncomfortable to move even at her lumbering pace.

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“I'm equal parts masochist and sadist, so lets play a game.”

Above was what Jak would’ve said if she had been granted the freedom to stand and speak uninterrupted. But atlas, her adversary had tricks, and her grasp upon his leg sent what felt like gazillion jolts through her body (✘).

Jak had once been shocked by a lightning elemental in a bloody battle royal for a sword on the summit of a hill. Electricity didn’t care for size much, nor did toughness dissuade the pain it delivered, it all hurt the same. Almost like fire but worse.

However, Jak didn’t care for Jin’s zap, or the finer motor controls, because she had the will of crashing boulders. If she wasn’t able to move like she wanted, best believe she’s going to react ferociously.

Case point, she thrashed.

With her hand stuck to Jin’s knee, she went about moving like a pained beast. Her arm straightened and swung to her side, yanking Jin along with it at a greater speed than what she had initial wanted. Her other arm straightened too, leaving Jin with no support underneath him.

Her single reaction to being zapped was to slap her arms onto the ground, spreading eagle as her muscles convulsed. Unfortunately for Jin, his knee was pulled along for the ride along with the rest of him. She swung his knee at the pit floor, subsequently saving her from getting stomped in the face.

By the time this power ended, Jak’s blinking.

Her lips peeled open as she bared teeth. She’s super angry. With her grasp still on Jin’s knee, Jak pressed on it while pressing with her other hand against the floor to rise up from her prone position.

✘✘✘

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"NO!" Came a bellowing cry, so loud it distorted the mic with feedback.

Raven did the most illogical thing she could think of. She lumbered after Jak and, raising the big metal right foot of her suit, thrust down to aim a kick for her forehead and face. Abandoning rationale, she became concerned that Jak would cripple Jinsoku--and she did not feel like carrying him back to James and explaining his protege was crippled by a giant woman.

Unlike the stomp to the face that Jin would have provided, hers was enforced even against his electrical attacks and provided more of a crushing threat to Jak than anything. It was a reckless thing to do, but Raven felt there was no recourse.

Sorry for the bland reply. I'm wiped out from school/work. It will be better next time.

[stillnohero]

Jak took the surge of electricity like a champ. However, she did not simply tense up and eat it. With a violent jerk she stiffened upon the ground, pulling Jin down and across her body by the leg, It would seem he had wound up in a very awkward predicament. This one had more resilience to his electroshock therapy than the bigger one, and he was possibly going to pay for it. Despite her vice grip, his leg did nothing more but hurt and begin to feel tingly from the blocked circulation. He'd have one nasty bruise for sure. The bone wasn't compromised in any way thankfully. As the monster of the woman made her attempt to stand once more, keeping him in hand, Jinsoku was about to react, and yet the sudden shriek of NO! alerted him to the General. She began to close on them, and as a result, he simply chose to assist with slowing the Giantess down. Generously he decided to begin delivering devastating hammer fists, repeating the action on the nearest foot repeatedly. For a human, one of these bad boys would have been enough to break the arch of the foot. Being that this was a special case, it would presumably take more. But how much more was the question. It was not a question of the young man's considerable strength, which was capable of breaking stone and denting some metals with a single blow mind you, but it was a question of just how durable the giantess was. Whether he broke it or not, he hopefully kept the beast distracted long enough to allow the General the time to do what it was she had planned to.

Surge: 2 Post Cool Down Remaining

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