The Rave Club™ (ALL welcomed! WE'RE BACK!!)

[Ichigo Nanase]

((Good god I missed a lot XD ))


" You don't remember me! I'm Nanase you old bas----" Cut off but the sudden fight. An angry mark appeared on her forehead.

Nanse simply stood in place...blinking at Dzan and the other peson. Cigarette tilting off her bottom lip slightly. Arms now crossed at her front and the little right eyebrow twitching up and down. She was trying to talk to Dzan, which for anyone is difficult.

"I..don't like...being IGNORED!!!"

Pointing at the man named bishop while they fight she stompped her foot on the ground repeatedly, smoke was being snorted out of her nostrils like an angry bull. "KICK HIS a** DZAN, THAT LITTLE ******** INTERUPTED ME GETTING SIGNED UP" Both arms flailed up and down as the woman had a massive hissy fit in the corner of the building. Ring ring....ring ring Pausing through her fit of rage Nanase would grab her phone and flick it open.

"Haaaai ~ Moshimoshi ~ Misuto Haiburin desu ka? Ah so desu ne ~ Hai..Hai..O.K you got it!"

With a complete switch in tone from rage to bubble pop Japanese school girl in a matter of few seconds she probably looked more like a nutcase now than she did years ago. Click And the phone was shut again. Her finger then went straight back towards Bishop " YOU'RE TOAST IF YOU COME THIS WAY AGAIN YOU LITTLE PUNK" cracking her knuckles, raising her head back and inhaling a large amount of smoke she then snorted it out of each nostril once more.

[ImNoHero]

As Dzan fell forward, Bishop couldn't help but think it was intentional. When he hit the ground Bishop was committed to small leap back, barely evading the mule kick. Funny part was that was not intended, but the roaring of the beast biting at him would prove to be full of intent, which Dzan might be upset to realize Bishop had backed off. At this point, it would be obvious he wasn't the same arrogant and ignorant ******** he came off as before. Sometimes driving in, and in, and in more made you hurt yourself, and it took him many more beatings after those at 'The Yard' before he fully understood, but now and for a short while, so far he hadn't lost in his most recent fights. He took note not to get a big head about it but it was an accomplishment he accepted.

As Dzan's back swiping motion would meat the apex of the attack, he aimed the knife in his left hand and pressed the button on the handle, firing the blade off toward Dzan's armpit. Should he decide to continue his rotation to be about face, it might find itself firmly planting into his chest, assuming no cybernetics blocked it from hitting a mark. Tossing the remaining handle the knife blade shot from via compressed air, it hit the ground, only for his hand to ready for grasping his second knife or possibly his gun once more. He knew it was almost ready for another shot, but not quite.

[IXI CROW IXI]

// Sits back and watches//

[Ebag The II]

+++Dzan would take the knife right in the pectoral and it wouldn't even make him stop as he charged forward as the man reached for something behind his back. Dzan, already aware of a gun, would merely watch and fend for himself. The area clearing out of spectators to use as a shield, but it didn't matter when you found yourself on the other side of a table. With a sudden kick it would go flying across the distance to slam Bishop in the chest. Sure, it wouldn't break or anything, but it would be enough of a distraction for the chainaxe to be swung towards the man's chest once again.

[ImNoHero]

Abandoning grasping another weapon, Bishop's left leg shifted forward, becoming the lead foot of his stance if there was one. His left leg lifted up swiftly, bent at the knee. Delivering a healthy side kick to the flat surface of the table that flew for his torso, knocking it back towards Bishop as he charged behind said table. With not a moment to lose, he shuffled to his left to get further away from the bar itself, and slightly back at the same time to make sure he exited the raging bulls horn range. Ole. Now was when he would grab that sonic pulse pistol to give it another whirl, hopefully this time he could plan it right to get a fatal blow in on Dzan. Too bad Bishop didn't know separating him from his weapon might make him weaker in a sense. He had heard rumors before that Dzan was possessed by a daemon of Khorne, but for those that did know, the daemon was in the weapon.

[Ebag The II]

+++Well, the table came right back at him. That was alright as the chainaxe, instead of hitting the man, would carve the table straight up. Chunks of wood flying as he'd grab the one side with his right hand. The table effectively becoming a shield. Thus, he'd square up with a grimace. The pectoral soaked in blood. The crimson liquid leaving a trail of viscera down his chest as he looked on. A small smirk forming his pierced features. The kid had gotten better. That was for damn sure. All because he ruined his so called life. Now the man understood what really made Dzan who he was and how he started down the path that no redemption would ever rescue him from. Regardless, Dzan would charge the man, shield up, eye peeking over, and chainaxe waiting, as the man reached for his gun.

[Flightless Butterfly]

IXI CROW IXI

// Sits back and watches//

"This really isn't a spectator sport."

Kisa nudged him with her elbow.

[Sky Thompson]

((Interesting... I had no idea these kinds of things even went on anymore... xD))

[ImNoHero]

Bishop's own lips curled into a smirk once again. It was a damn shame that the table piece grasped by Dzan would serve no purpose what so ever. That was why sonic pulse technology had such a great range of usage. These pulses are known to pass through armors and concrete walls with ease. 10 meters of concrete wall would suffice to block out the pulses, or even more like 10mm of rubberized silicone. Needless to say why he gripped the sonic pulse pistol and aimed it at the cyberpunk that was once again too close in proximity to dodge the pulse, he would fire, the sonic pulse vibrating through the the wood or whatever else was not capable of blocking the pulse, continued onward to once more disorientate the cyberpunk. All the while, Bishop would accumulate a charge, remaining mostly stationary proved a capable time of doing such a thing.

[Williams Wallace]

(God... still drunk from last night.)

A long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far from ours Wallace had stepped outside of the proximity of Dzan and Bishops fight. He now stood 10 yards off to the side watching with bottle in hand.

[Flightless Butterfly]

Williams Wallace

(God... still drunk from last night.)

A long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far from ours Wallace had stepped outside of the proximity of Dzan and Bishops fight. He now stood 10 yards off to the side watching with bottle in hand.

Ten yards wasn't all that far away. Kisa found it funny that people wouldn't intervene in a fight, or some other wreckage of humanity in the making, but they would sit back and take entertainment from watching it.

((Note to self: Must party with you sometime))

[Williams Wallace]

(Come to Minnesota sometime than.)

He pulled on the collar of his bomber coat and smiled to Kisa, winking slowly and seductively. Hand in the coats pocket, Wallace produced a tin can and proceeded to snorting the content into his nostril. A combination of tobacco and otherworldly narcotics, he became high in seconds. Now, the Scottish brawler had contemplated on the wisdom of aiding Dzan, but knew better. The boss would kill him without prejudice in complete ignorance of the mind warping demons influence or for jumping in. Either way, Wallace didn't feel the need to roll those dices. So he instead watched, prepared to kill Bishop if he gained an upperhand on the boss and achieved what 99% of Gaia couldn't.

[Flightless Butterfly]

Williams Wallace

(Come to Minnesota sometime than.)

He pulled on the collar of his bomber coat and smiled to Kisa, winking slowly and seductively. Hand in the coats pocket, Wallace produced a tin can and proceeded to snorting the content into his nostril. A combination of tobacco and otherworldly narcotics, he became high in seconds. Now, the Scottish brawler had contemplated on the wisdom of aiding Dzan, but knew better. The boss would kill him without prejudice in complete ignorance of the mind warping demons influence or for jumping in. Either way, Wallace didn't feel the need to roll those dices. So he instead watched, prepared to kill Bishop if he gained an upperhand on the boss and achieved what 99% of Gaia couldn't.

Kisa was prepared to pick up whatever pieces of Bishop that were left when Dzan was done with him. She knew a demon that would do wonderful things with body parts once a soul passed over to the other side. It wasn't far off from what had happened to Jascen, but it was something that Kisa would do none the less for the sentimental agony that it might cause Silvermoon.

She was afterall, dark fae.

Kisa caught the wink Wallace threw at her, and grinning. She shook out her thick white tresses, and glanced at him slyly. She jutted her chin in his direction once, in acknowledgement and invitation. Though given how high he'd gotten in such a short time, there might not be much left of him that functioned fully.

[Williams Wallace]

(s**t's more potent than Viagra.)

Oh, he a response. Now what? A deep crimson shade filled his cheeks and Wallace dropped his emerald eyes to the floor. Like a teenager, he'd draw on the ground with his toe. Bashfully, he peeked from beneath orange locks and smiled before retreating once more to safety. Than he moved.

Ki circulation in his ankles and proper movements had him up close and personal to her, bodies pressed together quite comfortably, and a sinister smile plastered on his lips.

"Hello there cupcake," He whispered into her ear, lips and warm breathe tickling. "Mind if I have a taste?"

[Flightless Butterfly]

Williams Wallace

(s**t's more potent than Viagra.)

Oh, he a response. Now what? A deep crimson shade filled his cheeks and Wallace dropped his emerald eyes to the floor. Like a teenager, he'd draw on the ground with his toe. Bashfully, he peeked from beneath orange locks and smiled before retreating once more to safety. Than he moved.

Ki circulation in his ankles and proper movements had him up close and personal to her, bodies pressed together quite comfortably, and a sinister smile plastered on his lips.

"Hello there cupcake," He whispered into her ear, lips and warm breathe tickling. "Mind if I have a taste?"

"Taste of what?" she asked in a hoarse whisper, clearing her throat twice before all the words made it out of her mouth. The boy moved fast, and she was caught off guard by his bold move. She flicked her eyes around once more, discovering that he was for the most part here on his own.

As was she.

Her body thrummed with anticipation, her tri-colored eyes locked onto his bright green ones. He could be a descendant of one of the northern clans of fae from Scotland. Or someone with the fae in them, and no clue as to the charms their lives were lived under. Their bodies were tight, so there was no doubt in her mind what he was thinking of.

At least the lower half of his body.