Club SadistFaction | Gone, but not forgotten baby! ~

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[ImNoHero]

Cyberweasel89

Now just who did this b***h think she was? She had no pull here, she wasn't a friend of Bishop's, nor down with The River Styx. Like hello he would let some rough looking b***h with a couple of maces that were not like the one he had, come in and bark orders at him. His hazel eyes narrowed as he sized her up. He felt he could take her, but there was a time and a place for that, and it wasn't necessarily here and now despite his usual demeanor of smashing his competition. Placing his hands on the bar in front of himself he leaned on his arms, towering towards the broad that was apparently thirsty.

"Hold up cyka, you ain't in Kansas no mo'. When you step on my turf, give a *****' some respect."

He enlightened her swiftly.

"Consider this ya' one and only warning."

He added on before he turned his attention to yet another new comer crossing the threshold of his little fight club. He was excited that business was already booming. None of the places he had opened took off this fast, save for The Carnival. This one was sure to not die so easily though. There was always someone to attract in the many different traversers of the city of doors. This newcomer was rather large though, a bit bigger than the first man to enter. This refreshed Bishop's trademark Cheshire grin, obviously he was a fighter. He was reluctant when the man asked for him by name. This meant it was one of the chosen few he kept his eye on recently, a possible candidate for his clique. None the less someone he had as much in common with as his brother Elliot. It was always good to have informants that could find out a lot of basic s**t about the simplest of people.

YummyBiscuits

"You Bishop?"

"Yea' bruh. Wha's good?"

He obliged Dorobo with his undivided attention as he prepared the blue bitches drink. It wasn't exactly what she requested, but who didn't like Crown & Coke, a classic hybrid drink. On the rocks and everything. Surely she wouldn't refuse the drink, if she did, he would give it to her one way or another, and judging by her attitude, she would like it anyway she got it. It was amazing how people full of spunk and tenacity were attracted towards one another. If all of these people signed up for The Beatdown he would be in business. Eventually, his dream of a weekly Beatdown would be achievable. As he completed the beverage and debated spitting in it, he decided against it, though he would announce to all that he was willing to serve them at this moment in time. Regardless of others that might be around a willing to help.

"Yo anyone else wan'a drink befo' I get too ******** up!?"

He mused into a chuckle before he would return to chat with his potential. Dorobo. The few things he new of this man labeled him things such as Beast or Savage. Much to Bishop's liking.

cyka

It's Russian for 'b***h'. Pronounced 'soo-kuh'.

[SIash Ex]

[!]Club SadistFaction[!]
Frayed threads…
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[!] ~”Bone is inch by inch...”~[!]

From down the way, approaching out of the general din of Sigil's streets, a young man with shaggy black hair casually strolled.

It was hard to be entirely certain, what with the ever growing tradition of enhancements, but he seemed no older than perhaps his mid-twenties; Roughly on the high end of five feet, and no more than maybe 160lbs. The light tan of his skin, as well as the obvious facial structure, would quickly single him out as being of some Asian decent, or other...If any looking on possessed the experience, or knowledge, to be familiar with such a heritage.

All of which was easily identified as corded muscle, and clearly defined beneath the tight fit of his plain, white T-shirt. Beyond that, a pair of tan cargo shorts hovered just below knee length; Leaving his thick shins visible all the way down to his faded Converse All-Star Lo casual tennis-shoes. Once, they had possibly been a dark gray...But that was before the wear and tear that clung to them now.

Despite his simple appearance, the traveler carried himself with all the air of a man who was not only comfortable with himself; But also possessed a fierceness...

Like a tiger.

And, much like a predatory cat, the few people who bothered to pay him any mind were quick to grant him a wide berth. Even if they didn't fully understand the 'why', few would move to hold his gaze...A piercing stare delivered by brown eyes that almost seemed golden, in the right light.

Before long, he'd made his way to the front entrance of Club SadistFaction; A place he knew to be the haunt and habitat of the very man he'd come here to see...

Or, perhaps more accurately, had been sent here to see.

Tzak "The Ripper" Bishop.

[!] ~”…Stronger than steel.”~[!]

[Cyberweasel89]

ImNoHero

fragile goodbyes

The elven woman was about to reach into the pocket of her discarded jacket when a girl set her drinks on the table.

"Hey, thanks, sugar tits. Nice to get some service in a place like this."

Ah, just what she needed. Cola to fuel her body, and alcohol to fuel her inebriation. She guzzled the whiskey in one go, without stopping to breathe, letting out a nice sigh and a cough as she slammed the glass back onto the bar counter. The cola, on the other hand, she picked up with the utmost care and sipped carefully. She swirled the carbonated soft drink around her tongue, swished it through her mouth, made sure every part of her taste buds sampled it. Then, she swallowed it. And one could almost swear she was blushing.

"Mmmm... Nectar."

She was interrupted in her addiction-related cola buzz when Bishop set the next glass on the counter. She took one look at it, staring at it. It almost seemed like her brain was processing something.

"Whuh the ********, man? Ya mixed 'em? ********' hell! Ya don't mix gritty and burnin' whiskey with the sweet, heavenly taste a' cola. It ain't right, man! At least yer skinny-a** woman can do it right. You sure yer the owner a' this bar?"

The elven woman reached forward and slid the glass away from herself like it was poisonous, or something. She took another swig of her cola before reaching into the pocket of her discarded jacket to remove a pack of cigarettes. It was a brand new pack, which she opened with mechanical precision, slipping one cancer stick out of it. Oddly, though, she turned it around and slipped it right back in the pack, upside down. She proceeded to pick an entirely different cigarette, lighting it with a keychain lighter on her motorcycle's keyring. She took a good drag... and promptly coughed. Her coughing persisted until she took another sip of cola.

Location: Bar
Mood: Irritated
Thinking: s**t... ********' cigs. I miss my old brand.
Wearing: Pictured

[Cyberweasel89]

A typical night for the City of Doors, Sigil. Crowded, filthy streets. Loud, frequent noises. A city of sin and shadow. But they say, out of the blackest soil, sprouts the prettiest of flowers.

To many of the folks loitering the streets of Sigil, the girl walking by was a peculiar sight. Not just because she looked far too delicate and innocent to be walking the streets of this city. But because no one could quite figure out what she was.

She was clearly a cow-person of some sort. She had little horns on her head, cow ears instead of human ears on the side of her head, a long, thin tail ending in a tuft of fur sprouting from her tailbone. And her feet... they weren't feet at all. Her legs were fairly normal, but around mid-shin they grew white and black fur and ended in two hooves, which distinctly made clacking sounds as she walked on the pavement.

Aside from these cow-like attributes, she was fairly pretty. Short at just 5'1", but she was pleasantly curvy, with wide hips, a shapely rear, and large, full breasts that were clearly unrestrained by any sort of undergarment. Long, flowing brown hair reaching down to her rear and brilliant blue eyes.

She was wearing a simple black skirt that reached down to her knees, a white tank top that seemed a bit too tight, cloth wristblands on her forearms that were black and white to match the color scheme of her top and skirt, and a small cowbell hanging from her neck, oddly stereotypical of a cow-like person.

It might be unknown to onlookers what species she was, but no one dared walk up and ask her. Not when they were this close to Club SadistFaction. That place was full of people who could do the fighting with just their fists, no powers. All the thugs and crooks behaved themselves when in the vicinity of Bishop's new place.

Finding the club she was looking for, the cow girl pushed open the door, peeking inside to make sure no one was blocking the door before stepping inside.

"Um... Hello? I-Is there a Mr. Bishop here?" she asked in the softest, tiniest of voices.

Location: Just inside Club SadistFaction
Mood: Nervous
Thinking: Looks a bit crowded...
Wearing: Pictured

[ImNoHero]

Cyberweasel89

As yet another newcomer approached the bar, Bishop was beginning to swell at the head as the blue b***h with a sassy tongue was frustrating him. Pushing his temper. Though he tried to be somewhat of a business man, simply enough, he would always be hood. This b***h was damn lucky that way back when, Dzan beat the s**t out of him in his adolescence for being a p***y and using a gun. Since then, Bishop has grown into quite a worthy adversary, and he continued to grow with the passing days. His street wise swag hid the rising strategist with incredible tact from the surface. This complemented the allusion of his slender, almost ectomorphic body type, that was contaminated with the million dollar drug known as Compound V. Sure he was a Meta. Though he had merely evolved enough to keep pace with the supernatural crowds such as vampires. He wasn't the kind of guy to carry a stake on him at all times or some s**t.

His eyes locked onto the yellow ones Vivian had. His scowl capable of intimidating a lesser mind. The psychotic rage hosted within this vessel scratched at the surface as she continued to egg him on. Though suddenly, a vibe showered over the bar. Bishop felt instantly singled out. And though there was not one, but two newcomers this time, one asking for him by name. He could help but ignore both women. His attention drawn to yet another Asian male that harshly reminded him of his Cuban brothers swag. This guy was smaller than the Chinaman Dorobo, but thickly muscled none the less. The strong silent type making him all suspect.

Slash Zinrai

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He couldn't help but leap over the counter as the man strolled in. Some smaller gatherers and passer byers happening to create a path, like Moses to parting waters. Bishops narrowed hazel eyes looked him completely over. A white T, cargo shorts, and some dusty a** chuck's. He didn't quite have a ganger demeanor about his presence, though he felt like a threat none the less. Few men put Bishop on edge. Though this man challenged him instinctively in ways he couldn't comprehend. Like to male dogs squaring up over a slab of meat or a b***h in heat. Silently he gazed, unblinking for the moment as he looked the man right in his eyes. He didn't approach him. But he sure as ******** put himself out there as if to encourage him to come closer. Hopefully this wouldn't lead to wrecking his bar, though he had a feeling that even if he didn't get into it with this man. All of this intense testosterone and the few feminine furies he was sure to have a few problems if not an all out riot. Either way would be good for publicity.

[Darkest Silver]

It wouldn't take much for Jay to become slightly intrigued at the going ons of the bar, there were more people now...some of which she wouldn't mind throwing down with. A pushy blue elf? Who insulted her favourite spirit, a giant of an asian man whom her beloved griffin was eyeing up from the otherside of the bar...wait what?! Jay stared at the golden eyed griffin who had somehow squished himself behind the bar in order to follow Cici and Bishop.

"You d**k Skittles."

Was all the woman would say while smiling warmly at Cici, she had shown concern for the brawler when she had been knocked before. Jay however had not replied quickly due to wanting to play with Hideo.
Although as she continued to watch the people walk in she noticed him becoming steadily more irritated with the elf, this alone made her slip the eight inch trench blades from her boots and lay one on the bar, the other? Well that was securely held in her left hand, her leather clad fingers fitted into the custom knuckle duster styled handle perfectly. They were her favourite weapon.

Growling under her breath as the tension would no doubt grow, the woman was forced to think of her friend and his rules...no weapons, no magic. Somewhat hesitantly Jay would slip her fingers frew from the handle and place it beaide its partner on the bartop.

"Cici hun, can you look after these for me."

Out of sight out of mind, and at least this way no matter what happened she would not be tempted to use them. Another plan was to distract herself, which she set into place by pulling up a stool next to Hideo, sliding it away from the bar so she could still see what was going on, but be next to the man too.

[r e v e s n o i r s]

Cyberweasel89

Darkest Silver

Cici pushed her hair from her face as she looked at the other woman across from her, the dark elf. She wrinkled her brow and looked over to Bishop. She had been called names before, but some just rubbed her wrong. She sighed as she decided to shake it off, and then she looked over to Jay. The woman was starting to irritate Bishop, and then Bishop had a bit of sarcasm to him. She smiled as she reached over, running one of her hands down his arm. She squeezed his hand gently and then when she heard Jay’s voice, she looked over to her. She saw the woman slip her knives over, and she smiled as she nodded, “Sure Jay, let me or Bishop know before you leave.”[/coor] She said as she opened the safe and slipped them in. She sighed as she took a deep breath, and then looked at everyone coming on in. She saw a girl walk in, something along the lines that looked Bovine. She knew that Bishop wanted to talk to the others about the fights so she straightened her shirt and leaned against the counter to motion for the cow-girl to come over to her.

“Hey sweet heart, come on over here. Bishop is a bit busy with the fighters who might be interested in the fights tonight. I am Cici, you can say I am Bishop’s right hand woman.” She said as she tucked a strand of hair from her face as she looked at the young girl. Why did it always seem that women were seeking after Bishop? Sure she wasn’t around a lot, but damn. She sighed as she ran her fingers through her light blonde hair, and her bright blue eyes looking at the other woman. She looked over to the woman she had served, she was a bit rude, but she would deal with that later. She folded her hands on the counter, and looked back to the cow-girl. “What’s your name hun? Anything you can talk to me about?” she said as she looked at the girl. She grabbed up her water bottle, and unscrewed the lid off of it. She took a drink of it, and took the time to look over at Bishop. That man was everything to her, and she couldn’t help feel that she was glad she had come back


OUTFIT

[H l D E O]

HIDE○ TENM△
Club SF

Darkest Silver

◮The ice was broken as he only smirked and nodded at her answers. It wasn't long before he replied.

"ahh Jay...the arms dealer..."

But before he could continue he was interrupted by the happening that seemingly evolved since he first walked in. From the recognition by Bishop - Hideo would rebuttal with a slight wave. As Jay took a seat and the blue elf gained popularity he would be startled from the aggravation as Jay placed her blades on the bar top. Sliding his crimson optic towards her as he slid the pack of cigs and offered one.

"care for a smoke?"

His hand still playing with the lighter. He would notice a few other patrons aside form the common drinker, notably the fighting type. The itch to clash fists flowed in his veins like a primal instinct. His right leg slipping from the stool so that the boot fell flush to the floor making a soft clunk. Removing a single cig from his box he would place it at the corner of his mouth.

[Darkest Silver]

Hideo wasn't the only one feeling the itch, it was like an addiction...barely controlled when the 'drug' was right infront of your eyes. The woman was tensing on her stool, toes curling in her boots and fingers clenching handfuls of her top in a vain attempt to keep them occupied.
Following his gesture with her silver tinted gaze she would offer a smile of gratitude before speaking.

"Yes please, if you don't mind?"

Aside from holding herself together Jay was rather pleased that he remembered her, although arms dealing was a one off thing...since everything had gone downhill after that incident.

"So Hideo, what brings you back to Sigil? You here for Bish's tournament?"

Assuming he offered her the cig she would place it delicately between her lips, nodding towards the lighter he had not let go of through out their conversation thus far.

"Or are you here for a bit of fun..."

[H l D E O]

ooc

he needs a chatroom
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[Darkest Silver]

II-Hideo Kun-II

ooc

he needs a chatroom
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OOC: A chatroom for?

[H l D E O]

ooc

this thread...

[H l D E O]

HIDE○ TENM△
Club SF


◮Allowing the metallic object to flow between the digits before offering it at the tip of her cig with the flame ignited. The embers danced around the paper, burning it slow, and with patience it would create a light dissipation of smoke. His crimson iris constricted on this action, the flame reflected on his pupil before his reply came from his lips in conjunction.

"Business and pleasure."

Once her cig was lit he would return his lighter to the depths of his pocket as he removed the cig and placed it on the bar top. Rules were rules and he would hate to interrupt this lovely conversation over a guilty pleasure...fight...the voice resonated within his head as he tensed up in order to shut it out. The urge...Taking a stance he would wave the bartender down so that he may order a beer, this will help to calm the tension as he directed his next question to Jay.

"and yourself?"

[Darkest Silver]

Lowering her eyelids she would look at the reflection of fire in his eye, it danced about gracefully, something which held her attention as he ignited her cig. Taking a deep inhale and savouring the taste of fresh tobacco smoke on her tongue Jay would bring one hand up, placing two fingers on either side of the smoking stick to pull it away while she slowly exhaled, the light grey smoke passed through slightly parted lips and sailed skyward in a slow twisting motion. Her gaze followed it until it was gone, leaving her to look back to the man with the ever present deviant smile turning to one that was more subtle, seductive...inviting.
He would only see this for a moment as he waved the barman over...in that moment he was not paying attention to the fiesty little Jay...

"Well since you asked.."

The smoke dropped from her fingers, and in that instant she would be off the stool, slipping just behind him and bringing her left hand forth, closed fist aimed for Hideo's lower right back...aiming to punch the back of his kidneys. A cheapish shot, but the poor woman could no longer deny the urge to draw blood, recieve pain, break bones...fight until neither of them could move...it was her drug...and she had been denied it for so long that there was nothing left to do but satisfy her craving.

In the back of her mind she hoped Hideo could forgive her for this one day.

[H l D E O]

...Patience is quality worth bleeding for...


An instinctual notion that came out of natural habit. Jay hadn't even finished blinking before he appearance would flow through the visage of smoke and find herself in a field advantage position. But like herself Hideo was feeling..the urge..his metallic hand curled in a fist as his left was caught in a wave. His side was exposed but knowingly. So as Jay took her step to throw her fist into his kidney, Hideo would make it evasive as possible. Stepping forward in conjunction with her punch as he angled his back forward 45 degrees, this would create enough distance so that her arm became fully extended if she chose to continue to reach leaving her to ultimately tap the intended target.

Be that it may leave Hideo unbalanced he would simply pivot on his following step then swirl around to face her, and her possible counter movement. Hideo's optics tracking a playful smirk crept across his face. Chest expanding as he contained the sudden influx in adrenaline.

"I am glad you noticed..."

Both hands falling to the side off his body as the two stood probably only a couple feet away, adjacent to the bar stools. Digits awaiting to curl involuntarily.