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Robyn grinned, glad to know such companionable...companions. She really was looking forward to hopefully fighting them, although she didn't want to see them sharing the field in the first round. She'd prefer to kick some butts she didn't know before meeting friends.



"Drop the "y" from that sentence, and I'll most definitely agree with you on that."

Then Saphen added to the compliments as well, and she couldn't help but smile at his exaggerated, yet fitting bow.



Anson's statement brought her attention back to the main ballroom area, where she noticed a few confrontations beginning to start. Tempers were getting raised, especially amongst so many people used to being the center of attention. And not everyone was fighting for the reasons she and her current companions were, for the sake of good competition, but for darker reasons, the reasons Selene enjoyed her fighting.

Anson excused himself, and she was in the middle of a polite bow when the door crashed open, causing her to nearly jump a foot in the air as it splintered into hundreds of tiny pieces. She spun around, claws unsheathing unconsciously as she stared at the new entrant. Her guarded look slowly changed into an "is he insane?" look as he spoke, her head tilted to the side as if he was some curiosity to be understood. Was he really going to just go and beat people into submission until he "earned" his spot among the 64?

Then two people strode forward to meet his challenge, and it seemed that a fight was breaking out. Stepping back a few feet, Robyn didn't want to be caught near this insane person. Looking over at Saphen, she spoke, her tone seemingly unaffected by the current happening, although her ears were swiveling to make sure she didn't miss anything. "Seems the expected has finally occurred, although I'm somewhat surprised it didn't happen sooner. The reason is...interestin', though."

She took another glance at the fight, wincing when the stupid kid got headbutted. "I'm thinkin' maybe we should head to another part of the room..."

And that's what did the Jimbo in.

See, Ebris was currently too busy getting his hears clogged with the blood of poor Johnny, whose face was beginning to grow more and more like one of the entrees resting upon the nearby tables. However, not even the thickest of the coagulated stuff would stop him from garnering everything.

WHUD

WHUMP

WHACK

...

"Hng?"

Ebris spat out some red stuff - some of his own from a busted lip during his work out, most from the jerking piece of meat in his hands. Blue lil' dots focused in upon the huckin' and jivin' drunkard who was talking just a wee bit too much. Now finally paying attention to the flailing Jimmy Beans, the bounty scum let go of his bestest friend and proceeded to slowly, almost delicately, reach over and pluck the man off his feet.

He brought him close, real close, looked him deep in the eye...

A thin, raspy voice.

"Fly for me, son."

And fly he would, as Ebris' body suddenly snapped into action, hurling his weight to his left. The pivoting, the feet movement, etc. - it all helped the large b*****d simply throw the poor boy through the air, right at the smacktalkin' Joseph.

Because rath yes, improvised weaponry.

As soon as Jimmy Beans was done earning his frequent flier miles, Ebris would begin stomping over to introduce himself to the drunk man. Such conversations they would have.



Jimbos sent to the E.R.: 0/14

Jimbos sent to the morgue: 1/???

Johnny dropped.

Jimmy flew.

"-ieeeeeeeaaaahhhh!?"

It was not by choice that his body folded in on itself to become spherical in shape. It was wind resistance! And it was also that, when you're a PC, NPCs just sort of end up doing what you want.

Ebris wanted a strike. And that's what he was going to get.

Because rath yes, returning improvised weapons.

Hoyeah, he was coming back! Flying at the guy's head after bouncing off a springing hanging banner.

"Oh man..."

In came the hulking behemoth that was Ebris. Yasuo had remembered mention of the HoH '09 winner several times through his experience back in Latent. "Dragon Miner" some called him, while others mentioned he was nothing short of a monster of a human being - if he could even be called that at this point. Ebris always was a different one, or so Yasuo assumed...

The shinobi attempted to ignore what had been going on as well, but things were really starting to heat up. This random guy gets a headbutt from the mountain of flesh that had just barged in, and then he retorts with trying to bash his hands across Ebris' head like it'd do something. This was going to get way out of hand, really really quickly by the sounds of it. He couldn't even get the girls name at this point - he felt he needed to get out of the way of what was obviously headed to the center of the arena.

And as such, he used his chivalrous teachings and dragged the Fae along with him.

Lifting his gloved hand, the vampire stifled a yawn. He was both bored and mildly annoyed by the increase of guests to the event. It was no surprise that he was least-pleased by Ebris' arrival, though he inwardly reminded himself that such antics were to be expected from the man. If there was something reliable about the brute, it was volume. The others that had arrived were more or less inconsequential.

When it came to violence though, the vampire could not afford the luxury of disinterest. Without much thought to the issue he found himself gravitating away from the conflict, his eyes falling shut as the darkness of his mind became illuminated with throbbing lights. Each heart, each web of arteries and veins were like neon lights to him, throbbing or flashing as their pulses permitted.

In afterthought, he came to realize that he had unwittingly placed himself between the ladies room and the dancefloor. It was only after he'd completed his trip ( unsurprisingly he didn't bump into anyone, because, vampires are wiggy like that ) that he opened his eyes and sighed. If Seyumi rushed to heal someone or dissuade the violence he would make an attempt to stop her. Partly because he didn't want her getting backhanded or manhandled, and partly because he stood poised to consume all the spilled blood of the party.

So many big and flashy entrances. Seemed like tons of people though highly of themselves. However, for Archie, that didn't matter at all. He didn't know a single person hear. That didn't mean though that he didn't really like them. No that wasn't the case at all. He loved them. These big entrances go the attention of the people in the room. That meant that he could go around and pick up pieces of silverware easier. By this point he had chucked up about ten or twelve different pieces from multiple different tables. This place was a gold mine. Plus the food and drink wasn't that half bad either. He gave a small laugh moving around the room trying not to jingle to loud.