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 Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 11:43 pm
A scantily-clad, giggling catgirl entered the bar next from a pair of doors leading to the lobby, apparently oblivious to the ensuing brawl. Her green eyes sparkled vibrantly and she let out a delightful squeak as a lascivious silver-haired man lunged after her. He had a pair of pointed, wolfish ears on his head, a bushy tail, and the piercing yellow eyes of a predator savoring the thrill of the hunt.
The wargkin Nierro had finally made his arrival on the scene. He had traveled far and wide to satiate his lust, for Nierro desired only two simple pleasures in life: sex and violence.
Sex was a cheap thrill for the wargkin; too easy, too profuse, too reciprocal. His "prey" enjoyed the same thrill. No risk, no threat, no danger. Fun, but too tame.
So even as the pretty little catgirl pulled him by the wrist, beckoning, fluttering her pretty little eyelashes and sashaying her pretty little hips, Nierro's feral yellow eyes shifted towards the scene of two savage little fools exchanging blows. He could already taste the metal on his lips as he licked his fangs. He could already smell the blood in the air as his mouth twisted into a wry grin.
The catgirl chuckled nervously, sensing the tension in the half-wolf. The fierce look in his eyes made her feel uneasy, and she purred some simple-minded flirtation in his wolfish ears. She swerved in front of him, pressing up against him to expose her cleavage before she pulled him down to sit at a nearby table.
Yet his piercing yellow eyes remained transfixed on his true "prey" as they struggled in vain for dominance over each other. His gaze lingered for a moment longer after he took his seat before he turned his attention back to the pretty little distraction. He spun her around and pulled her into his lap, whispering something sultry to her in a rumbling, raspy tone. He nodded to the pair of fighters at the bar and smirked as he whispered some sly insult. The girl laughed and nodded.
Fortunately the ditsy wench provided entertainment enough to Nierro for the time being, though even as he caressed her with one hand the other caressed the hilt of a sword at his side. Its twin rested in its sheath on his other side, and a pair of hatchets were tucked into loops on his crisscrossed belts. And yet even without the weapons, and even though the black leather jacket, slacks, and leather boots he wore concealed his prime physique, Nierro had the look of a cruel fighter, a merciless champion--a beast barely restrained in a straining cage.
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Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2014 2:03 am
It seemed the hotel's patrons were turning out in force for the spectacle, not that Kelvin had any time to pay them mind, really. With good reason, his focus was entirely consumed by this raging beast of a man before him.
In all fairness, he had definitely expected the first throw of the barstool, and he barely flinched as he ducked out of the way, letting the wooden chair fly over and past his left shoulder on its way to meet a table behind them in a splintering crash. It would have been rude to delay its appointment, certainly.
What he hadn't expected was the second one being hurled at his feet. However, by that point his maneuver was already too far in to be stopped, and between his own forward jet and the incoming projectile, the flimsy barstool split across his leather-greaved shins with a painful crack as he practically rocketed into it.
No amount of padding was going to prevent some serious bruising after a hit like that, and it stung enough that the Baron was seriously hobbled for a bit as he emerged from his slide, cursing under his breath and unable to follow through with his secondary attack.
More unfortunately for Eric, though, his roll had probably made his situation worse, as the rapier blade had flashed past from his head to his shins in that forward roll, having now cleanly exposed the entire left side of his body to impromptu scrimshaw as the duelist had shot past. The fact that he had tucked to his right was of little use, as the bar was in the way, to say nothing of the nearly 3.5 foot length of the sword itself.
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Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2014 5:44 am
[!]Valhalla[!]Bring it…[]~O~[] [!] ~”Bone is inch by inch...”~[!]  The bar had hardly been of any impediment, as he had whipped fully around and put it at his back. However, there would be no denying the speed of both fighter... And his blade. Eric had avoided the worst of it, but could already feel an unexpected warmth pervading his left hand side; followed by the familiar sting of an open wound. It was fortunate, in a way, because that registry of pain meant that the injury was not so severe. Skin-deep, and so of little consequence. All the same, to those looking on, it would appear as a ragged line; drawn from just behind his upper shoulder, where it was deepest, down to culmination just above his hip. His shirt, which had practically been split in-two, now bore it's crimson shade with pride! A trait it quickly shared with the kneeling warrior. "Thanks, pal...That's just what I needed!Reddish arcs of electricity, a visible static distortion, limned his body; popping, and crackling, as something far more terrible blossomed beneath Eric's hateful gaze. His smile. It was all fang, and fury...No actual measure of genuine mirth held there-in. His rage had begun to boil over, and spill out into the world at-large! The tendons of his right arm tightened, and the hand beneath clenched; grasping at something as yet unseen, even as a hateful light bloomed from within the palm. Quickly solidifying into an 8ft long bo; semi-transparent, and colored blood-red...The Tiger's Tail. Both fighters faced one another again, the bar on their left forging an acute angle; each armed with his chosen weapon, and out for blood! "My turn!"Eric twisted to the right, catching a near-by chair leg with his free left hand, and then surged forward; accompanying seat held low as he quick stepped to shorten the distance between them, and bring the annoying p***k into range of his staff. [!] ~”…Stronger than steel.”~[!]
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Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2014 9:16 am
Thomas Bravot
Upper Balcony above the Resturant
In his push new digs, the Master Librarian found himself playing a game of Dejarik on the holo table in his private booth high above the crowds. His sapphire eyes took in the new arrivals as he moved his pieces against a shrowded opponent across from him.
"I do hope we get our moneys worth this go around.
He muttered as he brought the tumbler of scotch up to his lips and took a sip.
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Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2014 10:05 am
The sight of crimson was all that was necessary to placate the deep-set frown on the Baron's face. For a moment he simply glanced between the reddened tip of his rapier, and the scarlet trail on Eric's side, and then, straightening out of his guard position despite the advancing foe with a small sigh, smiled smugly. "First blood, ruffian. My honor is satisfied." Plucking a dishrag from the counter, he stepped back a few feet as the fighter advanced menacingly, but paid it little heed as he wiped the blade clean, and, with an expert swish, sheathed the rapier once again at his side. "I won't overstay my welcome however. Good day." Then, calmly, with deliberate, slow tread that attempted to hide his fiercely bruised shins, he marched straight past the seething fighter and out the door.
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Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2014 10:41 am
[!]Valhalla[!]Bring it…[]~O~[] [!] ~”Bone is inch by inch...”~[!] Seriously? To say that Eric was dumbfounded would have been a gross understatement, and as the annoying Fop passed him by it took a considerable effort not to immediately lash out once more. But, a fragmented portion of common sense managed to break through; like a pinpoint of light in the vast, previously unbroken, dark. These competitors... Spectators... They were watching them, and had been all along, waiting for each fighter to reveal a critical weakness...or, perhaps, their individual strengths. It would be brash, even for him, to readily surrender so much information this early on. Besides, he hadn't backed down from the fight...his opponent had! "Smart move, p***y...Stay out of my way, and you might just make it through the first round."Eric didn't bother with his destroyed shirt, or the injured flesh beneath it; choosing to simply dismiss his weapon, and plop down at the nearest barstool. His aura grew, and the Fury continued spiraling outward... An unchecked flame. [!] ~”…Stronger than steel.”~[!]
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YummyBiscuits Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2014 2:33 pm
(Ooc: For further reference, I'll ask all spectators to keep the fight in the ring only. If I am mistaken, and you've gotten permission from Hero to 'hype' these two fighters somewhat, I apologize. Otherwise, abstain from this behavior.
Thank you.)
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 11:22 am
XXXXXXHe wasn't happy...and it was evident with the look on his face as he approached the establishment. He had the misfortune of being reminded as he was pulling up of what he might have to do. It was walking in as he came to a park atop his rabbit.
At least she was fully clothed...
XXXXXXThe voice in his head attempted to reassure him but there was no chance.
She's so goddamn stubborn. I don't get it. She talks about settling down all the time but still does s**t like this.
XXXXXXThere he sat atop the hover-bike, arms crossed, face all pouty, having a full blown conversation within his mind. It wasn't so much that she was here, that particular problem was already out of his hands. The problem at hand now was whether they were gonna share a bed. She had thrown him the offer at the height of their argument at home, right after coitus.
Coitus? Were you raised in the 1920's?
XXXXXXAt the time he had said yes but who could hold him to that? He obviously wasn't in his right frame of mind. Endorphins and adrenaline and s**t, in a court of law, science would prove that he was had.
No seriously...how old are you really? ******** "had"?
XXXXXXNevertheless, He dismounted and locked the bike. Enough time had passed that he would not meet her in the lobby and knowing his wife as he did. She was more than likely at the bar after registering.
XXXXXXSo at the entrance, Heita pulled a cigar and lit. Blowing smoke into the air leisurely. ******** it all...of course they were gonna share a room.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 7:39 pm
Things sure were getting heated at the bar, the woman sipping on her drink casually while enjoying the chance to see what her potential opponents were capable of. then of course it stopped just as it was getting good, her eyes shifting to the man who sat down at the bar. he had been wounded, but obviously nothing too serious. then again the sight of blood made her heart rate rise and extremities start tingling. she was too well known for drawing first blood, she took great pride in doing so.
So to see it happen as a spectator, it got her a little worked up.
Fighting that 'need' to feel her fists connect with another's flesh she slipped off her stool, skulling back the last of the whiskey before slamming the glass down on the bar with too little care for her strength. The glass shattered on the bar top under her hand, shards digging into her palm and thus staining the counter red. A sickly satisfied sigh flowed through gritted teeth as the pain surged through her hand.
Then she left, removing her hand and walking away with the blood still dripping from her finger tips as she exited the bar. If one was to look at the broken glass and blood left behind they might even notice the crack in the counter surface.
Entering the lobby once more her expression changed entirely at the sight of her beloved Husband. What was a sick and twisted smile softened into one that radiated warmth as she skipped over and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, careful not to get burned on the cigar in his mouth as she rose up on her toes to plant a kiss on his cheek.
Their fight had left her a little concerned as to how things would be between them once the fighting started. Both were very protective of each other and would no doubt find it hard to watch as they got hurt. not to mention if they both made it through their matches and ended up facing each other.
Shaking the thought she rested her hand on his shoulder for a moment before stepping back and removing her arms only to cross them before her to try hide the self inflicted wound.
"I'm sorry for yelling...I sent my stuff up to the room, if you really want I guess we can get separate beds in the room?"
Even as she said it her voice lowered in volume and she looked down to avoid his gaze while shuffling ever so slightly.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 7:43 am
XXXXXXHe had just sort of kinda gotten over it, reasoning that this is who she was and that he would accept it and do all that he could to help her tend her wounds as she would do for him. He had just let out a sigh of mental defeat and was just about to finish his cigar, put it out and register to her room. She had just won and just like every other time she won, she came in at the perfect time to rub her victory in his face. It didn't matter that she didn't know she won. She must of felt it or something because here she came, sauntering in with a bloody and glass ridden hand, slightly inebriated with a big smile.
XXXXXXTen minutes, ten minutes had past since he last saw her and she had already gotten into a bar fight. She had won though and seemingly easily, which was reassuring not only for the moment but the overall tournament.
XXXXXXShe snaked her bloody hand, over his broad shoulders and to the back of his neck. His eyes tracked that sole hand as long as they could without turning his head and when it disappeared from sight, they snapped back forward and locked on with her eyes. A scowl grew on his face as he felt her warm blood on the back of his next. She kissed the sour puss and fell back into a sheepish stance.
XXXXXXHe took a big final drag from his cigar and threw it into a standing ashtray. Grabbing his wife's bad hand by the forearm, He marched to the reception desk. " Colonel Iyam A Heita, registering in. I will be sharing a room with my wife. This woman." He paused to look back at her with a still enraged face. " Is there a first aid kit in the room?"
XXXXXXThe reception obviously scared by the diminutive man with a huge presence, typed quickly and simply nodded frantically to his question. She then handed him a key-card and pointed to the elevators. Heita was off.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 12:54 pm
The woman looked away as his expression darkened, unable to look him in the eye since she knew damn well it was because she had gone and hurt herself. Although it had not been her fighting, she had just kind of...Gotten worked up and broke s**t.
"Babe careful...you're hurting my arm..."
She finally managed to say even though it was an outright lie. He would no doubt ignore it as he dragged her to the desk, grabbed a key card and then began to march her off to THEIR room. That little part brought a smug little smirk to her lips, thankful that she was partway behind him so that he didn't see it, otherwise it might of started another argument....Which when it came to Jay normally involved breaking things, or people.. which ever was readily available.
It wouldn't take long to reach the elevator and then have that awkward moment inside where she didn't know what to say. Heita was the only man on gaia who could do this to her, literally grab her and take her away from any situation. It was one of the many things she loved about him.
"I said I was sorry...And look my hand will be fine..."
Trying to plead her way out of being doted on was kind of pointless, the blood that had covered the majority of her hand now hid the actual wounds, so it was hard to say whether the hand was seriously damaged or just had flesh wounds. Either way Jay didn't seem too bothered by it, in fact she was still enjoying the throbbing sensation that would make 'normal' people uncomfortable to say the least.
Probably had something to do with her heightened endurance to pain, it took a lot to make her flinch let alone break down in agony.
When the doors opened to the floor their room was on she gave up pleading and willingly went with him, once inside the room they could sort everything out, and maybe he would return her affections once he had calmed down. Although it often occurred to her that he was very sexy when angry.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 1:18 pm
Oh god.Here it comes. I'mma close the blinds until I here grunting...
XXXXXXHis face contorted to the remark made that only he could hear before making way to the bathroom with Jay still firmly attached. The door to the room and the bathroom was left open and their neighbors, if any had arrived could more then likely hear the man yelling at his wife while cold water ran over her hand.
XXXXXX"You are unnecessarily careless and selfish! You don't even consider how I would feel in all of this. " Although a gruff baritone voice was the one uttering the words, Heita prattled on and guilt Jay like and old Jewish wife. "I don't care if Bishop asked you to join. THIS IS IT! I can't think of you getting hurt worse than this. You're out of the tournament."
XXXXXXAfter washing away the blood, Heita would pause to inspect her hand. Mostly flesh wounds and the glass washed off. Searching the bathroom cabinet, he found gauze and proceeded to wrap her hand gingerly.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 1:30 pm
Wincing as his words invaded her ears, berating her for being careless and to be honest hitting the nail on the head. She was selfish, very much so. But she was also determined to win, so then they would have the money to leave everything and have a normal life together....which tended to be what she used as reasoning for all her various endeavours.
It wasn't until he told her she was out that she would finally speak up.
"Excuse me!? In case you have forgotten I am Sadisfaction's champion! I have to be here! You have no ******** say in that matter, I love you to death but you can't tell me what to do Iyam!!!"
With that said she would rip her hand away from him and storm out of the bathroom. Continuing to yell from the bedside.
"You think I want you to see me get hurt? Do you ******** think I want to stand by when you get hurt?! This is hard on both of us, but it is in our damn blood!! You knew that from the day we met.... I am not some kind of ******** china doll...."
Letting her voice fade out as tears welled up and threatened to spill over.
"You... You don't think I can win do you.... After everything we have been through you think I am too weak to handle this?"
The yelling stopped as she cradled her wounded hand, running her fingers over the gauze before sitting on the edge of the bed with her head hanging low.
"I believe in you, why can't you do the same for me..."
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 5:39 pm
[!]Valhalla[!]Righteous…[]~O~[] [!] ~”Bone is inch by inch...”~[!] A solid thud, followed by the sound of shattering glass, put Eric's head on the swivel; Looking out over her injured shoulder to regard the dark-haired beauty, with that vivid silver streak, as she moved to depart. "Hmmmmm..."He had to admit...She was one worth watching. In a lot of ways, the woman reminded him of someone he had once known...Not nearly so statuesque, or violent, but his girl had been no less proficient in ripping his heart to bits. That memory, followed by the flaring of his nostrils and the sharp intake of breath, had stung the young man far worse than being cut. Stupid b***h! Every thought of her gentle smile, or the warmth of touch, had been replaced by the last sight she'd granted him; Her, walking out of his life forever. Had she stayed, had she not been so selfish, Eric would've been a completely different man...Maybe someone worthy of genuine respect. Instead of what Fear had bought him. Within, the beast lashed; thumping squarely against his ribs, and rousing the fires of anger. The visible power that spilled from him grew more intense; sparks of rampant energy arcing across his breadth, even as dark black stripes formed at various points upon his skin. It was time to leave. Without warning, and with more than a few attending stares, Eric rose from his seat and marched out; Taking his mounting rage, and the storm he bore, with him. One trick he'd learned from that ungrateful whore... He didn't bother to look back. [!] ~”…Stronger than steel.”~[!]
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 7:58 pm
XXXXXXNormally this is where Iyam would admit defeat. Her tears would cause him to crumble and back pedal, profusely apologizing all the while comforting her. However this situation was different. Her cradled hand refueled the fire. He was instantly reminded of why he was yelling at her in the first place.
XXXXXX"You don't believe in me...if you did you would've let me handled solo and respectfully declined your brother..." He didn't yell those words but instead spoke them in earnest with chest puffed out. He had a chance. He could win this one. He had to play it right though. " ..but I see now being Sadisfaction's champion is more important to you then being my wife."
XXXXXXAnd with that he stormed out the room. Chest puffed out and head held high.
TAKE THAT!
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