The Golden Rose [[walk in//ignore post count]]

Choose your poison

Vodka	23.2%	[ 22 ]
Rum	15.8%	[ 15 ]
Whiskey	13.7%	[ 13 ]
Tequila	8.4%	[ 8 ]
Beer	5.3%	[ 5 ]
Wine	14.7%	[ 14 ]
Other	18.9%	[ 18 ]
Total Votes:			[ 95 ]

[ImNoHero]

Bishop watched her for a moment, admiring her. Though it was cut short when he heard some red demon thing utter his name. Oh s**t....maybe this thing had heard of Bishop from his days of running with Dzan in The Front Of Armament. After all, they did spread their fear raiding several taverns around Gaia Primus. Maiming and murdering hundreds of demons and things like them. Simply to prove that human were capable of tearing them apart, just as easily as how those same creature would swiftly insult a human by saying such things. Especially those damn vampires....slippery bastards. For a moment he remained silent though he looked over the man well enough to gather what info he could. Soon as she delivered his vodka and poured him the first glass. He would simply nod as he expressed his gratitude.

"Thanks gorgeous."

He slammed down the first shot with ease, swiftly filling the glass again for another shot. Placing the glass on the bar, his hazel eyes looked back to the demon. His Cheshire grin fresh on his face. Eyes narrowed he chuckled lightly, still puffing on his cigarette. he wasn't sure if this fight would be one that wouldn't hurt him too bad, but brawling was his specialty after all. As he poured his third double shot he would answer the demon.

"I warn ya' demon! Bare-knuckle brawling is m'favorite!"

He would then stand and remove his belonging, all of his weapons. And he placed them on the bar with his drink. And then he took off his top(s), exposing his naked torso. Those behind him would see the three inch letters, ink'd in Ambirgram Olde English font. ACHERON. Stretching a bit, he would be inclined to ask.

"Fight 'til someone says stop or ge's knocked the ******** out?"

Shimmering Cupcake

Malignant Ragnarok

[Saka Hirozumi]

Mal had taken a moment to remove the small shades which resided upon his ears and the bridge of his nose, placing them next to the half empty beer that he had been momentarily sipping at. Lifting his shirt up enough to properly tuck and fold the small wings under the shirt and against the masculine surface of the six-foot-two figure's back, a gaze aimed at Bishop slightly. "Good, then you would not mind refraining from using anything supernatural... I know only a trifle of hand to hand combat." It was obvious that his modesty fooled nobody, with proof being when the two-hundred-twenty pound figure cracked his knuckles and neck accordingly and with such vigor that one would figure he had cracked the bones that rest beneath the surface.

Mal had stepped a few feet away from the stool that his form had previously rested upon and now had relocated to an area with a good bit more elbow room, the demon took no stance as his form simply lingered in this new location idly. "Lucifer has told me a good amount of information about you, oh the irony of meeting you upon my return to the surface world." The demon admitted rather excitedly, the creature before them was merely living a hypocritical and rather ironic existence ... A demon that meant no harm, a friendly sort whom quite often enjoyed the underlying humor of a jesting sort of notion, though this entire realisation would be further strengthed by the remaining bit of silky dialogue to flow from the being's lips before awaiting Bishop's move. "How about... After this fight, I buy us a drink to celebrate a good warmup?" He was sure that Bishop could understand the sensation to make a name for oneself, regardless of the fact the fight was simply that of a bar brawl.

[ImNoHero]

[******** Satan."

He said in a vicious growl sort of manner. A sadistic chuckle followed. Despite his demeanor, Bishop did believe in God, and he did praise him in his own way. They had their own personal relationship. Though he was still a real ********' gangsta! Plenty of sin to go around, though his alignment shown through time prove to be some sort of chaotic good combination. He wasn't just some infamous gang banger communist brawler dude...No. He was a real ******** hero. Certified bad a**. His hazel eyes narrowed as he locked onto the red man. A nice look over happening as he briskly approached Mal. He wouldn't user any 'powers' against the demon. Though naturally, his body was attuned by a few things that completely separated him from normal humans. Between being endowed with Hyperkinesis and Compound V, he was sure to give this demon quite the run for his money. Even if Mal techinically won today, he would surely recall the crazy b*****d he had to fight.

As he swiftly approached the demon, Bishop now closed fists rose up into a traditional boxer's guard. His eyes seeing with the most vivid clarity.He could see and calculate it all. How far he was, how fast he would get to him. Seeing his actions through the motions. All the while his nervous system exploded with electromagnetic pulses as his adrenaline began pumping. Primed for an intense brawl, Bishop would proceed with this fight until it became a real danger. Though he wasn't afraid by any means, and he had the endurance to back it up. If Male mistook the relatively smaller male to be what he appeared, he was about to have a rude reality check. Because this baby Hulk was promoting the biggest allusion ever. Should Mal wait for Bishop before setting into a reaction, He would simply lead with an intense feint in the form of a right jab. His fist would return as fast as it was cast forth, though surely his bait would attract the beast.

Malignant Ragnarok

[Rabbit Kingu]

A Kitsune who...
travel at his...
Hearts content...

The Kitsune Traveler

Kairu Navo

Kairu let out a sigh and looked at the place. People moving he had been sitting here as he had finally finished eating. What was going on another man had come out and went straight for the man in gold. When this was happening more people had entered in to the bar. Again his ears where always up he could hear it all. But finally he took a look at everything around now seeing a man in a golden suit a women in armor sadly he did not care. Though she seemed to probably be wearing her armor better then he was at the moment the kitsune let out a another light sigh. "Fights fights fights what fun." The kistune then saw the new bouncer here and he let a chuckle a bit when he to was going to. He could only think about how everyone was going into the state of fighting.

The kitsune had in his thoughts that he should watch them all fight but sadly he had no one to bet with so no money could be made. He just turned around and called for the bartender. "Miss lexi can i get my other glass of sake." As he grabbed the glass of water in his armored hand and started drinking it. He was just going to sit here and enjoy himself. Since most people where fighting which he felt was quite dumb at the moment. He then thought to himself on what he should do. My my what should i do. Oh i could go trick the humans around here when i'm not relaxing. Now he thought about it this place didn't have much employees at the time and he could work to pay for his food and drinks also he sleeping area. Since he could live as long as he dam well liked. That and he only had one tail.

What a pain this was he was he guessed younger then the rest of the kitsune and he had to wait till he was 200 years to get another tail but hay that wasn't long right. He started to count how many years he had. "Lets see i am 100 so 100 more years until i get another tail how lovely." Oh he wished he had humans worshiping him. those other lucky kitsune they where.

Always wondering...
What is next...
On his grand Journey...

[Saka Hirozumi]

Mal simply would not rush into the unknown, while having the arm length and overall size on Bishop, he knew that Bishop would have a better flexibility, a higher rate of speed and initial acceleration to his attacks and movement. While the hulked out demon was not as fast as a person may primarily imagine, he was guided by allowing his eyes to follow the path of the incoming blow or blows given the proper situation. Mal had stepped back and allowed himself to take in numerous calculations regarding his opponent's form, attack rate, and movements along with numerous other factors. Meanwhile his backstep would be followed abruptly with a semi-circular rotation by sliding his feet across the surface of the establishment's interior flooring, his left foot had hooked upon the outermost leg residing within the radius of this graceful movement.

Bishop would find this the first part of a three step attack combination, Mal's hand would firmly press to the surface of the table that the chair had previously been attained from. His weight would be used to throw the table off balance and both palms would be used to stear the makeshift three-sixty kick for Bishop's shoulder, Mal's right foot would harmlessly cruise over the brawler's head to direct the momentum of the massive being's body. Should the kick fail to connect to Bishop then he would simply follow through and spin to the surface of the next table, should it connect then he would follow through by redirecting his weight diagonally to slam Bishop through the chair now in front of his form.

Mal's overall rate of inertia would be adjacent to his overall mass, while he would be easy to slow Bishop would find that his own body would be pushed along with the movement. Once landing upon the table across from the two beings, Mal would slide backwards and tip the table backwards and bring the edge to the floor, with the bottom facing Bishop, Mal now held open palms outwards to both sides. The overall position offere Bishop four ways to attack Mal, around either left or right side, above, or through. Mal's opponent would come to find that this being's skin would be hard, due to the Obsidian Scales, small plates of obsidian stone beneath his flesh which created a natural armor and was a rather common birth trait among his species. The third phase of his attack had been completed and left him resting idly in a defensive stance, and Bishop was going to have a helluva run for his money, especially should he underestimate Mal's abilities.

[N 0 U N 0 U]

▅ Alicia Kyrex ▅

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Memories of a memory

Aware that a brawl was about to take place in her general area, Alicia abruptly got up, almost knocking over the barstool she sat on. She didn't wait for the bartender, Lexi, to refill her drink, or for her to give her the key to a room. She walked up stairs to any room she could find that was open. With luck she walked into one that was in mid-clean. A few wash cloths lay on the counter, a broom and sweep pan rested against a chair, the bed was half made with fresh towels aligned on it. Alicia finally took off the black armor; her relief of not being identified with Acadia's Royal Army lasted a short moment when she realized her black top, that didn't even go past her ribs, had their royal insignia on it. She unclipped the crescent moon clip that held together her wrap, that she folded and fashioned into a skirt. She took her soft white boots off to remove her thermal shorts, but decided against it, those would be useful if she got into a brawl later. Which at this point she just wanted to get drunk, fight, get more drunk, and f***. Was that so much to ask? She gathered her hair to the right and touched her side shave, "Ahaha Alicia what the hell are you doing trying to look good?" As she looked in the mirror she saw her eyes glow, a sign that He was near. But he knew better than to over work his own personal little assassin.

After deliberating and staring at the mirror for some time, she hopped in the shower to get rid of all the dried blood and dirt and grim off of her. She walked to the towels on the bed and heard the bar below her, sounds of the rumblings of the brawl escaped through the floorboards. Redressed and Refreshed, Alicia went back down stairs. As she left she noticed she was leaving the room in almost the exact same conditioned she entered it, she had no possessions to fill the room except her armor which was now thrown into the closet.

Back in the bar, she felt like a different person, no armor protecting herself, but her Naginata was retracted and rested on her hip. Her next dilemma, to avoid the fight to get to her rum.

[[EDIT: thnx! Brian

Recap: Alicia is now at the end of the bar, furthest from the front door ]]

Of a memory...

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[N 0 U N 0 U]

[[Maybe I'm just lit, but if there were more girls in this rp I think Alicia would be a great lesbian ahaha ]]

[Brian_The_Elementalist]

(( Naginata seems to fit. ))

[Saka Hirozumi]

Ooc:
Lesbians.

[ImNoHero]

The bait was good, but the beast wasn't biting. As the demon took to rotating across a table top and aimed a kick to Bishop's shoulder. His arm raised appropriately, an innate motion to protect his head should it have needed it. As the leg slammed up against his arm, Bishop endured the kick, though it did feel like the man had a bionic limb? It was damn good he had that oh so wonderful Compound V pumping through his veins. Perhaps the demon would be taken off guard by the fact that this small meat sack rivaled his own strength, but perhaps not exactly endurance. Bishop could already feel the deep tissue bruising as his arm extended and wrapped around in one swift lashing out motion. With the demon's foot hook against the back of his arm, and gripping the leg strongly, his hand came to grip onto his knee, pushing the knee in as he used the leverage of his shoulder to compliment his move. His right hand fired off in this intense moment, and he aimed his fierce left hook for the soft spot below the rib cage. If this humanoid creature had a kidney or two like humans, he was going to abuse it. Weakening the limb he was seizing at this very moment.

His goal was to get that demon flat on his back as he ate up his right side. And then at the best moment of weakness, Bishop would grab onto the demon's pants, by the waistline. If he succeeded, depending on how the demon tried to free himself, Bishop was prepared to slam him, one of three way. Either through the table he lay upon, or being slung into the bar be hind Bishop, or....Should he fail all together, he would be prepared to defend himself. Besides, bouncing this guy around in his armor skin wouldn't do much more than piss him off. Not to worry though, Bishop wasn't holding back like he usually would, no. That armor skin had to be tenderized. Each of those previous punches the demon would have felt would be comparable to a sledge hammer pounding into a human's body.

Malignant Ragnarok

[Shimmering Cupcake]

ȶhe scars of your ღloveღ
ȶhey leave me breathless
I can't help ȶhinking,
We could have had it αll...

Seeing as the two newest patrons were getting ready to brawl, Lexi took the opportunity to check on the other customers. The female was still there, empty of her drink. Lexi's thin body began to move quickly but carefully over to where the woman was at the bar. While she did so, her hand picked up the bottle to fill her glass again and her other hand pulled up the paper for rooms. Parting two ruby lips, the bar owner was just to ask for her name once more when she quickly gave it. With a bright and cheery smile, Lexi dipped her head down to fill in Alicia on the empty slot on the list. Soon after, she looked up, but her crimson eyes only landed on the tavern, no woman to be found.

"Odd..." Lexi frowned, filling the glass again anyway just in case she had disappeared to the bathroom or something of the sort. With a shrug, the bar owner turned to look at the fight. It was becoming a bit more intense. Almost like a very violent acrobatic act. Amusing, but violent. Lexi would never want to be caught dead in the middle of one of those situations. And if she was, due to the newest bouncers desire in random fighting, he would be tossed out on his a** along with Saka. There would be none of that in Lexi's bar!! Not unless she had some sort of arena for such things, of course. Hearing the kitsune ask for his other glass of sake, Lexi moved over to give it to him and when she looked up again, Alicia had returned and moved herself to the far end of the bar.

"Thought you disappeared on me. Sorry for the wait," she said with a smile. "I haven't had to deal with the busy bars in a while, so I have to get myself back into practice." She gave an embarrassed laugh, knowing that it probably sounded like a weak excuse. Well, that's because it was. She slid a key to the woman and shrugged. "Hopefully this room will be nice enough. Oh! And if the brawling is an issue for you please tell me!" It was an odd way to strike up conversation, but Lexi was kind of bad at it these days. She really ought to get out more.

[[ Sorry for the delayed response!!
@Mal:: wtf!? xDD]]

[Saka Hirozumi]

ImNoHero

The punches would be comparable to that of sledge hammers impacting a high grade metal, especially with the combination of the skin's natural armor and the flexing of Mal's muscles, though Bishop would find with his hands full that his hip would take a similar beating from the tip of Mal's free steel toe boot, the pretty ebony leather would be used to simply wear down the man's joint and hinder his movement should it take the proper beating. The kicks would be similar to that of a log splitter busting logs, energy wise, though the initial impact force would be equivilant to that of a small motorcycle slamming into a brick wall at a low velocity. However should this fail then the heel of his boot would be used to crack down on Bishop's wrist, like a guillotine to produce deep damage and both moves would devestate a typical human, though on Bishop it would more than like bruise or crack a bone at most should they impact.

When Bishop moved to grab Mal's belt line, his legs would wrap around Bishop's torso at a forty-five degree angle, which would not only lessen the impact upon the table's surface but also bring Bishop down with the demon. Twisting his hips and placing his open palms to the floor once the table had been shattered, Mal redirected his weight and a new force to aim his opponent straight for a chair and his legs were locked like a vice and produced an anaconda like squeeze. His hands were prepared to defend any part of his body now and Bishop would find that the demon had a fighting style that left him to often times abuse his body in the manner of a punching bag... Bishop was in Mal's world now and should the fight carry on in this manner, then Mal would continue to attempt to wear down on Bishop's joints and even muscles while allowing his own body to become a punching bag and he would tow Bishop around in the same manner that Mal was currently being thrown around.

[dying for your stars]

Came a time
When every star fall brought to you tears again

Light brown-red eyes stared up at the hotel that had been fixed up and turned into a bar and inn. The Golden Rose. Ah yes, Arcelia had heard of it through someone a few towns over. And god, she hoped there were any rooms left. The twenty one-year-old pushed open the door, her eyes following the lovely red carpet that led all the way down the hallway. Immediately to her left, she can hear the chatter and noise of the bar and followed the sound. There were several people sprawled out around the room, some at the bar, some at the ice cream bar, and it looked like a couple of guys were...fighting?

It had been a long day. Small suit case in her hand, Arcelia Rose took the first empty seat at the bar that she saw, not sure if she should speak or not. She should probably have a drink first before seeking out the owner to ask for a room. Her long, flowing white dress was ripped a little at the bottom, flecked with mud and blood. Her length, white-blonde hair fell in stringy soft ringlets down her back, her usual white heels traded for a pair of black Converses, the white rose in her hair wilted, and the string of pearls around her neck the only thing still in place. She, who had once been named The Princess of White Roses didn't look too much like a princess anymore, after almost two years of struggle, war, and hiding. Sighing, the princess looked around for any sign of a potential bartender. Her eyes fell on an older woman with ruby red eyes and lips to match. "Oh um...excuse, can I get a shot of tequila, please?"

Can we pretend to leave and then
We'll meet again
When both our cars collide?

[Shimmering Cupcake]

ȶhe scars of your ღloveღ
ȶhey leave me breathless
I can't help ȶhinking,
We could have had it αll...

Thankfully, her poor attempt at making conversation was interrupted by another woman who entered the bar. She looked a little tattered and beaten down, but she still was quite a stunning female, like most who walked in the bar. Alicia had her own flare, she was beautiful in a way Lexi knew she never could be. Ruthless looking, exotic. The woman in the white dress had a perfection about her that just screamed flawless. Ah well... Lexi was just fine with her own take on beauty. Crimson eyes and ruby lips, unfortunately her latest dance with anorexia had left her thin and looking slightly gaunt. Of course Nikolai had been making her eat and she was looking healthy, she still was not to the healthy full size she was before.

The female approached, wilted flowers and all, and ordered a tequila shot. Lexi smiled wide, her pearly whites sneaking through with a nod. "Sure thing, you look like you may need two," she mused with a twinkle of amusement in her eye. Pulling up two shot glasses, Lexi quickly poured the tequila in both before sliding them over. Her petite hands rested upon the smooth bar surface as she nodded to the woman. "Second one is on the house."



Pretentious Lovers

[Saka Hirozumi]

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