"What an introduction." Kamyu thought to himself as they settled in on the back of the truck. This fool was not only calling himself the chair hoodlum, he was literally going to sit on the bed of the truck in a folding chair. Kamyu wanted so badly to make him have a seat, but his grandma always told him you can't concern yourself with things that are out of your control. This was out of his control. Therefore, he stayed to himself close to his teammate. As they rode on the back of the truck, introductions seems to go a little bit smoother with Svafnir and Nejina. They both seemed to have uniqueness to their names which Kamyu admired. "I really do believe we shall ALL get along just fine. Even if me and Sva are already gelled together, there is never anything wrong with making new friends." He meant that from the bottom of his heart. Everyone in this truck had their own little bit of spunk to them. Who knew how this all was going to work out in the long run? As of right now, it was time to get this party started.
Pulling up to their location, the truck was instantly swamped with camera, mics, and interviewers in their faces. All that is expect for Sva. There was not time to look around and see what the others had going on as he had a woman in his face. The resting b***h face ans enraged look had him taken aback. He was here on friendly business. Not to cause trouble or fight anyone. "If you must know. My business here tonight is to be the rock princess for the ages. To rock every entrance that I play, while looking hot doing it. Isn't it obvious by the amp and guitar case strapped to my back?" She said with a cheeky grin on her face. That sassy confident sway was oozing from Kammie. Giving a hair flip over her shoulders, the look on her face said b***h move out my way. "Now if you excuse me, I have to go set up my equipment." Beginning to walk away, she would enter the building to make sure these performances were on point. Now if ole girl wanted a fight, Kammie didn't mind knocking the s**t out of her. She had the strength to do so.
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eijiberry
Fierro_Fenrir
Noble Negative J3T
Toryuuku Shinjuku
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The road posed no challenge to Chair Hoodlum. Perfect balance as expected. He sat there arms crossed and unmoving even against the rocking of the truck. The Art of Chair will give you such abilities. The ragtag group made it to their destination and almost immediately they were met with microphones to their faces. While others managed to get reporters of steeled nerves, Chair Hoodlum caught himself one who seemed to possess no vocal cords. The man was nervous and sweaty, but Chair Hoodlum nodded his head as if he were listening intently to a gaggle of questions. "I understand your predicament." he said with his arms crossed. "If I were in the presence of one such as I... I would be nervous as well. But fret not! I shall answer all the questions you need to know." He pulled two chairs from seemingly nowhere and sat the reporter down. "My favorite color is Chartreuse, black licorice is my favorite snack, I hate pineapples and I met my wife at the furniture store in the Loveseat section." he said wiggling his eyebrows. Since he had a mask on only the top of his white eyeholes moved up and down. While answering all of the reporter's questions, it wasn't hard for him to notice that something was off. As a professional, he took note but brought it no attention. He could also, sorta, make out a logo that looked familiar. He'd answered all his questions, but it was time for him to go. He stood and took the chair from the reporter, not before standing him up, and collected it with his. The reporter wiped his forehead, covering his eyes for just a second, and when he looked to Chair Hoodlum the chairs were gone. "I hope this interview was a good one for you." he said patting the man's shoulder twice. Each hit earning a wet slap. He was sweating alot. "Look forward to this." he waved off without looking behind him.
DEFEND THE HOUSE. A phrase. One so simple but yet has so many implications. Jealousy, it is a nasty thing. Especially when in this business. Hustle, Power, and Respect was the main ingredients for a star. The Hustle starts here. More people meant more participants. More participants means that its easier to get buried and trapped in a lower card. For some, they would be damned to let some beacon punks take their spots. Especially when most were grown ups. So the students before them truly caused a deep pit of jealousy. One that could even be called hatred. The misfits were on their own now. Hades was preparing for his match.
Kamyu was lucky. He avoided danger. Making his way inside peacefully, he would be able to start getting his things set up. The people running the backstage crew would help Kamyu with anything that he needed waiting on him hand and foot to get everything set up nicely.
The chair hoodlum...person handled his situation like a pro. The full commanding of the interviewer. The hot dogging. The crowd pleasing words. Low chants of his name could faintly be heard from the arena. The reporter still frozen like a puppet. When the hoodlum waved off the man and didn't look behind him, a second or two would pass before it happened. As if betrayed by his own element, a chair would go flying across the air aimed for the back of chair hoodlum's head. As if some kind of strange combo, the reporter went for an RKO straight for the hoodlum. It was an outside assault!!!! "YOU NOT GOING TO MAKE IT TO THE SHOW. THE SPOTLIGHT BELONGS TO US! NOT YOU MEDDLING KIDS!"
Svafnir was one of a direct approach. His nature as a warrior getting to him in the worse of ways. Approaching the man that was minding his own business. Hearing the little ant speak to him, the man didn't stop staring at Svafnir. He didn't make any sudden movements either. The stare down would continue for a few moments before he would finally answer. "What kind of warrior am I? The one, who shocks the system." He comments. As if on que, two faunus out of nowhere would jump Svafnir, attacking him from behind with barrages of kicks and punches. The attack would happen at the same time as the other on chair hoodlum.
Spunk. Sass. And a mistress of pure domination. Nejina was definitely showing why she could be the one to steal the show. The reporter was scared. Nejina made the reporter feel inferior just by her words alone. Like she wasn't good enough. Her anxiety was kicking in. Maybe everyone was right? Maybe Faunus were lower than humans and nothing more but trash. How could they want equality if she couldn't even handle someone's confidence? She would run away from the woman, crying a full stream of tears. With this, her path inside was open. However, she had a choice. Go inside and prepare? Or stay outside and get involved in the skirmishes that was occuring. What would Nejina do?
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2020 7:18 pm
QueenBAD_KittyKat
Toryuuku Shinjuku
Noble Negative J3T
QueenBAD_KittyKat
Sváfnir Nuntis Son of Agmundr
Those who bare the mark of the Dragon....
Sváfnir was surprised at the answer the man gave, The Warriors face looked disappointed hell angry even his eyes falling from the man's eyes, Before Sváfnir knew it he was being ambushed and in such a child like manner. The warrior made no attempt to black as the barrage commenced, It was his punishment for getting overly excited and making such a pathetic mistake, How could he misjudge the eyes of spiteful prey from that of the hungry predator? Disgraceful such a mistake is an embarrassment to his father Agmundr and proof he had much to learn ever still. Sváfnir widened his stance and focused on the pain and keeping his balance as the barrage off kicks and punches met his body and head.You.....are no......warrior!Sváfnir barked between blows staggering from the constant attacks. Gritting his teeth the wolf warrior felt his anger slowly turn to rage, Attention now turning back to the first man despite the attacks timing his movement with the space between each punch and kick Sváfnir lunged forward with a hateful twisting straight right punch aimed dead center of the abdomen at the man he spoke to with intention to either knock the air out of him or knock him down hard.
....Are doomed for both Greatness and Sacrifice
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Hmph. What foolishness! Such a crybaby!! Watching this poor, innocent reporter, fleeing for her life from the scene, the mere happenings of this had her simply.... Entertained. More so entertaining for her end, as her attention had directed to a few more reporters on the scene. "Oh no~! Someone should check on her!! I was simply getting into my character for this darling event~!" With a discreet pinch of her wrist behind her back, she clasped her hands behind her until she had the fake water works begin to come into play. Bringing a fake tear to the sigh with a fake sound of sorrow and regret, she his her face behind a hand, fluttering her eyes partially shut. "I-I hope she knows I deeply apologize. I meant no d-disrespect. I would have hoped some flirtation would have helped to bring hype to the grand wonderment of Vale~. A shame the dear woman had no agreeable sentiments. It is such a shame. I-I' am so embarrassed..... I...I! Ohhhhhhhh.....Waaaaaaaaa~!" Going into the full fireworks of sobbings, she let her tears freely flow along her face. It was a nuisance how it was ruining her makeup though!!! This labeled "bad guy" tag had to be diminished before it could start. "Dumb F*****G FAUNUS! I CAN'T WAIT TO HUNT YOU DOWN FOR A LONG WHILE~!" She could imagine the hunt now~! An easy one no less. Such a travesty for the young crying woman to be bringing a target upon themself! Maybe next time, they should avoid making conflict by not miss assuming someone else's status!! A groupie!? How dare that simpleton! They deserved such travesty after all!! Such a thing deserved to have them crying away from her sight!!! Nejina was not going to let that twit leave, and leave her to be looking like an a*****e! She could easily match that faunus trash tear for tears!!!!
"Hoo hoo- hoo hoo- Waaaaaah!!!!!" Continuing on with the fake tears, Nejina couldn't hold it within her power to stand there before these reporting losers any longer. "Y-you must excuse me!! I-I need to mentally steel myself and be prepared!!" With a final sobbing noise, she had broken through the crow with a rush of energy, crowbar and all. "Pl-please let me through~!!""LET ME F***G THROUGH PEASANTS!! I Ruined my face for you!!!" Such an annoyance!!! She had to get inside!! On route though, she had stopped herself, taking note of both Svaf and the chair hoodlum dealing with their own drama of attacks. "They're both big boys~! They can take them on~!" Wiping her tears, she had made way into the building, awaiting until the door was closed. "Hmph...." Her clothes were getting ruined by makeup almost, and her face must have looked like a total freak show. Tragic. Now she had a chance to fix that make up correctly, all while keeping an accomplished smile on her face. "I hope the media had taken all that sap in wonderfully." With a stretch of arms, she had proceeded, until she had finally found Kammy, a natural smile upon her face as she met up over towards the young companion. "Would you look at this mess. Haven't began any fighting, and already looking like a mess~!"
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Fierro_Fenrir
QueenBAD_KittyKat
Toryuuku Shinjuku
Posted: Mon May 11, 2020 3:26 pm
❝I'm Cute. Deal with It!❞
Kamyu was too busy working with the production crew. He was doing his sound checks and lighting. This was so he could do Hades grand entrance. This was what he was getting paid for after all. There was also Svafnir was well, but that was his teammate. No payment was required. Walking around with the team, he saw Nejian come in. "Oh darling look at you. There is a glam team a few doors down to the right. They will clean you right up and have you prime time ready." He had no idea what was happening outside. If he did, he would probably ditch the production team to go help his teammate. Thing is, it was probably for the best he was inside. Continuing on his way, he would be lead out to the ramp. "Jeez. I feel bad for anyone that has to walk this ramp." he spoke. Off the side, he was given a bad that he did some test runs with to make sure they were adequate enough for his taste. No one knew he wasn't a girl and that was okay by him. With all his test runs, sound checks, and band secure, he was ready to put on a show.
Chair Hoodlum sauntered off feeling great! His first interview went off without a hitch. A bit sweaty, but a fantastic interview nonetheless. In the back of his mind, it still stung him that the interviewer was a bit... off. He got an odd vibe from the man. Suddenly, a whisper hit his ear, "Duck!" the voice cried. He did just that, but the noise and sight that he beheld would haunt him for the rest of his life. The clanging of a chair hitting the cold hard ground. The sound of it skidding across the ground as the metal met the cement. He stood there wide-eyed in a cold sweat shocked at what happened. "You... protected me?" he questioned in his mind. "I'm glad you're ok." Hoodlum hears the voice in his head. Before he can say another word he felt arms wrap around the back of his head and neck before his head hit the pavement. 'YOU MEDDLING KIDS' was the last thing he heard before his vision went white.
"Where am I?" his voice echoed in the dark void. Starting from his feet a world started to form. A lush green field with innumerable flowers. In the distance a flowing white dress. He blinked and looked to himself and saw he was in a simple country boy outfit donning brown pants and a simple white shirt. Just like that of a simple farm boy. Chair Hoodlum looked back to the flowing white garb and noticed it was a dress. Filling the dress? The most beautiful chair he'd ever seen. A feeling of love and yearning quickly overtakes him as if he'd known the chair in question his whole life. With a face splitting grin, he rushes over to the chair and picks it up spinning it in this beautiful field of flowers. He hears an adorable laugh from it as they twirl. The scene changes to CH catching a fish as it slaps him and flees into the water as the chair laughs at him. Next scene, CH is cooking a fish in a skillet with a bandage in an 'X' across his cheek with its bones hanging on the wall. Next scene, Chair Hoodlum is doing his daily chores in his tank top due to the heat of the sun. The hides behind a tree trying not to ogle him while blushing. Next scene, CH is walking the chair home after dark making sure it gets home safe. Next Scene, CH is sick in bed as the chair nurses back to health. Next scene, the date. Next, the kiss, then the proposal, then the children. His whole life with the chair played before his eyes before opening them.
Met with the touch of the cold ground and the smell of cement he coughs. He picks looks up to see the man who harmed him, but most importantly...he sees his chair. The chair that protected him. Nursed him back to health. The chair he spent his life with when he was a simple farm boy. He saw it scuffed and defaced. All because... of that man. The air grew cold around him as he stood to one knee with his left arm supporting him on the ground. CH stood to his feet facing the sky. The air began to rise in temperature around him as he felt his blood begin to pump furiously. His eyes lock onto the man as he began to speak, "Drain thee of woes. You've been forsaken. All who incur my wrath, abandon all hope!" he says as he slowly approaches the man.
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2020 1:55 pm
Hades would be in the back getting ready and mentally preparing for his match. The sickish part of it all was his match was last. Spotlight whore he was, he was anxious to get it over with. He was oblivious to what was going on at all. Wrapping up his fists, he was overhearing some talking. Some of the dressing rooms and make up rooms were horrible. In fact, all of them were horrible when it came to concealing information. For some rooms, it was just a whisper but for other places it was loud and clear as if they were talking right next to you. So what would be heard? It would be a man, on the phone having a conversation.
I see. Well, that dumbass didn't come alone. In fact, he brought a group of runts with him. Some of our participants are already pissed the shine is going to be taken off of them. I could care less about feelings. It's about a good show......What are you saying?........ABSOLUTELY NOT! WAS THIS YOUR PLAN? I WILL NOT LET THEM PARTICIPATE......Oh?....is that happening right now?.....I see what you are saying.....You know what......NO NO NO.....THIS IS FINE!! Actually, I think its a great idea. You have the cameras on them so its good entertainment. Looks like all part of the plan....Pre match assaults....Jealousy. This going to rake in the dough...Make sure the bets are being taken....For me? Place my bet that every one of them runts are going to lose. My bonus bet...is that they won't leave this place alive....I'm the only one with total party kill bet? GREAT!. See you soon. I am going to go watch the show...Oh, for the runts? Give em what they want. Make them feel special. It'll be the last thing they have on this world. Fireworks. catering. Yes everything!. Tata
Hades.....also had music in his ear so. He didn't hear anything about this. With Adam and Svafnir outside, they would be oblivious too. The hallways were kinda 50/50 so was a chance for Kam to hear it. As for Nejina. She had the best chance of hearing the conversation. (You can roll on discord. Roll dice from 1 to 10. For Kam if its higher than 5 he hears the conversation. For Nejina, she automatically will hear the conversation but the roll will determine how loud it was. 1 for whisper and 10 is loud as if talking right next to you. )
After the conversation, a worker would come up to Kam and inform that the first match will begin in 5 minutes. Do you have the music set for your friend who made a grown lady cry? We not doing y'all music and entrances for you. So if not, y'all better get nsync! Your match will be after your friends. So don't be late The man would state before going to knock on Nejina's makeup room. Banging on the door, he would make an announcement. "Mrs....uhhhhhh.....NE---GI----YA...Your match is in 5 minutes. Please make your way to the ring promptly"
For the chair hoodlum, after the assault there would be gloating and showboating. For some odd reason, the attackers didn't even follow up the assault. They just did it and was boasting about how they took out some kid from beacon academy. Real BDE. Either way, they were in a prime position to be caught off guard and attacked. Adam had perfect chance to get his revenge and go wild!! If quick enough, maybe Adam could even go and help out Svafnir~
As for Svafnir, the attacks kept coming. None of the attackers had strength as a primary talent so it could of been worse. The man didn't expect svafnir be such a warrior. He was also ignorant of his semblance too. Svafnir was pretty much a tank...so you need to put him down. In fact, all these beacon students of Team SHANK seem a lot more powerful than anyone there could imagine. Caught off guard by the punch from Svafnir, the male almost threw up as he clutched his stomach. Enraged and pissed, he stared daggers at the Svafnir. Another figure would appear into the fray charging at Svaffnir to attempt and deliver a kick to his head. A randy orton style punt while the others went to grab him and keep him in place. If it hit, good. If not, the group would still act like pack animals stomping svafnir out. Regaining his voice, the male punched by Svafnir would take the camera from the nearby cameraman and make an official match up. "YOU WANNA MESS WITH US? Fine. You want your 15 seconds of fame by being in same atmosphere as us? Fine. You will face all of us in a handicap match tonight! Prepare...TO BE....SHOCKED." With this, the matches for the night was coming together. Svafnir was going to be in a handicap match. What style? Wasn't said. What was known was that it was going to be 1 v 6.
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Sváfnir grit his teeth as he was caught by a few of the men, The Warrior began to pull free as he noticed the new individual approaching. All the accumulated damage he has taken began to show as the gold in Sváfnir's eyes began to brighten slowly the warrior would begin to slowly stand upright readying himself to pull free with his heightened strength at the last moment for when the one who was aiming to kick him but he froze in place as he heard what the first man he approached began to say as he grabbed the camera, Sváfnir was stunned by the sudden words Sváfnir's semblance was subconsciously cut off before he could show what he could do in turn being forced back down in perfect position to take the full brunt of the kick that inevitably landed with a heavy sounding THACK sending his head jerking the direction the kick was ment to go. The group then went on to stomp on the warrior as he was down. The repercussions of his forgone semblance can be felt in every blow but......I accept......I ACCEPT ALL OF YOU!Sváfnir says underfoot peeking up just barely from where he was to see the camera, Blood falling from the edge of his mouth and nose along with a slight cut from over his left eye, Despite it all the injuries and constant attack the look on Sváfnir's face was not one of hate or sadness/pain but that of a blood crazed man who found what he was looking for. True happiness can be felt coming from the genuine grin the warrior bore to all who saw it, The golden eyes however would carry a different meaning as Sváfnir was being attacked the man with the camera would notice the Warrior's eyes never left him even through the camera the eyes of one who had chosen its prey was apparent.
....Are doomed for both Greatness and Sacrifice
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2020 6:37 pm
"The timing of death,
like the ending of a story,
gives a changed meaning to what preceded it." -Mary Catherine Bateson
With Kamyu knowing already the whereabouts of the room she had in need of, Nejina had sighed with relief. "My dear, you are a lifesaver. I would have refused to go out there if I were to be stuck in this horrid state. I shan't be long~." With a flick of her hand in regards to waving, Nejina had followed headway, following the direction given. "To think I had to bawl my damn eyes out for that trashy excuse of life, in order to fix myself up from their stupidity..." Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. It was no wonder faunus were so nasty. If they weren't so busy trying to traumatize people, or taunt others with their tails, they were trying to make themselves look like victims for no reason. What a waste of population. Such thought she could savor, as she had headed into the make-up room, with a look of satisfaction it wasn't crowded in any shape or form. Perfect. "Hm.. I ever land on a team... I should get myself a vanity like this." Speaking to herself on that regard, there was no helping herself from marvelling upon the lights along the vanity, and the selection of make-up and hair products neatly aquired. "My my~ Quite the selection~!" Quite the girly girl she was on the terms of beauty products, Nejina coulndn't help but sigh in bliss. Oh my~! From all of the make -up fangirling, she had almost forgot about fixing her face up. It was not until she had looked in the mirror had she remembered, quickly grabbing a wipe to cleanse her face of the ruin she had created. "..Phew... One face comes off..." Nejina had fetched a lipstick her color, grabbing some mascara and deep black eyeliner, fixing her face up in the mirror with a big grin on her face. ".... To be replaced by a new mask." With the last dab of lipstick, she had rubbed her lips together, smacking them with a loud pop. "Hmm~ My~ Hello gorgeous~ Don't you look a lot better with perfection~?" Gazing at her beauty, Nejina would have continued on her self bantering of confidence. That was until she had heard a mans voice interrupt her range of peace and quiet. "Hm~? Whose there?? Are you wishing to say hello to Hannibal~?"
Readying her crowbar, her head directed around the room, searching for the location of the voice. Not so much of a whisper it was, but it was not as if they were yelling either. Seeing no one in the room, Nejina had relied on her hearing, closing in on one of the walls to hear just where the voice actually was. "The other side of the wall?" There was no need for her to be resting her head against the wall to listen at all. They were clear as a bell, and the contents of the mans's voice had her crossing right arm over her left, gazing fondly down to her weapon. "Hmph. So they're after the howler monkey of a security guard." They wanted a lone man, but he had arrived with them instead. Amusing. Such a travesty to be ruiing someone else's planning. Heehee~! Nejina was practically quivering in the knees, resisting the urge to laugh at the man's anger. Such an emotion all carried upon them. Anger was lovely fuel, for showing someone so crazy as herself that there was indeed going to be more entertainment than she had bargained for. How could they do such a horrible thing though, and vote against her from winning? More so in thinking that she would allow cameras on her, just for the footage to be showing her dead in the very ring she was suppoed to fight in. The rest of her allies on this mission were pretty decent people from what she was able to see. What oddities on how all of them were even involved into this situation in the first place. Had the howler monkey known about this? For his sake, he had better hope not. Only one question was going to remain now. Just how would Nejina take such news? She could have easily went and told everyone else about it. If the walls were this thin though, who knew who else couls possibly hear her through walls so paper thin as this one.
"hmph....." There was one solution for now. Tell no one, if she knew what was going to be good for them. Since she was actually liking these people she was being teamed up with, there would have to be another way for her to let them know, without her outright revealing anything. Since it was all supposed to be for them to die, the amusement in knowing this intel herself was a funny factor. She was nowhere near scared in the least. Quite the opposite. She was quite looking forward to the oncoming drama. So much, she could taste it. The despair of fighting for her life. Overly excited she was. For now, it was a matter of figuring out a way on telling her companions. One at a time should suffice. Miss Kamyu would be the easiest o find, though they were surely preoccuped. The howler monkey had vanished from their sight the moment they got off the truck. The other two were possibly still outside. Hmm... She knew just the person to go to first, now that she had thought about it. Lying was her biggest specialty. Coming up with a lie to tell them what she heard could be practically easy.
Before Nejina could think on this anymore on the other hand, the knock on the door had her attention spare away from her devious mind. Hmph. Did they not KNOW how to say someone's name properly!? Snorting in disgust, she had made her way to the door, hiding her annoyance behind a fake smile. "Oh dear~! I must have been so busy preparing I had no realization on almost how much time had passed. I thank you kindly for taking the time to retreive me~. I do hope I shall have a quick moment to go ask my escort a question about how one enters the ring. Ta-ta~! Oh!" Breaking her smile to a sinister glare, she allowed her true colors to show, nearing her face near the mans. "The next time your dirty... FILTHY... Lips, ever speak my name wrong again... I will give you a lovely taste of metal to pin your eyelids to your skull. Now... If you Excuuuuse me peasant... I have a match to head for." With that having been said, Nejina practically gave him a complete "F-U," with a simple snap of her wrist to shoo him away. With her darling hannibal being slung against her shoulder, she sauntered away to look for Svafnir and Chair Hoodlum, which involved her going back outside. Nejina had not went to far though. To see them still fighting, she only rolled her eyes, smacking her Hannibal off the door as hard as she could to get the men's attention. "Yooo`hooooooo!!!! HEY!!! Break it up and get in here! NOW~!"
Kamyu had to adjust his eyes. Was he hearing this correctly. That had bets that they wouldn't live to the end of the night. This was a game to them. He couldn't believe what he was hearing with his ears. He would keep his mouth closed. They were going to make it alive. Even if he had to carry everyone on his back and be the best support he had to be. Continuing to walk, he had many thoughts going through his head. Did Hades know about these ill intentions? If he did know, that was so foul to set them up like this.
Going into the dressing room before Nejina was gone, he would fix his own face. The stage was being set up for him to preform. "Hey girly. Do you have your entrance song so that I can practice before you go on?" He asked her while they sat together for a moment. He wanted to ask her had she heard what they said, but he was sticking to his guns to keep his mouth closed. If Nejina started talking about it, he would engage her. Trying to calm his inner thoughts, the poor boy put his poker face back on. "Where are Svafnir and the chair hoodlum?" Kamyu chuckled at the silly nickname. They still didn't know his real name. Yes they were supposed to be in "character", but he took it to the next level. He heard her words and tried to hide a smile. She was indeed one tough cookie.
One or two things were going to happen at this point. Kamyu was going to have a conversation about what him and Nejina heard, he was going to go practice for their entrances, or he was going to have to go save or check on his teammate. He was at a fork in the road. This was turning out to be more complicated then he thought. There was no way he was going to go through this night scoot free. Poor Sonic and Kamyu. They are going to have to both put in some work before the night is over with. He felt that deep in his soul and the feeling wasn't going away.
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eijiberry
Fierro_Fenrir
Noble Negative J3T
Toryuuku Shinjuku
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2020 9:10 pm
The slow approach to the man began to hasten into a brisk walk, to a run and then into a sprint. "I need you." he mumbled lowly to the chair. He picked her up and broke into an even stronger sprint. He gracefully threw the chair up into the air. Naturally, it unfolds into its supportive position. As CH was quickly closing in on his opponent, he jumped into the air. At this moment, his chair began its descent to the ground. The chair made contact with earth and CH made contact with the seat of the chair. His foot launches himself off the seat propelling him towards his target. The power of the chair gives you the strength to barrel through anything standing in your way. And he was going to prove it. "Lazyboy Lariat!" he exclaims. The forearm of the speeding showman collides with the neck of the unaware attacker. The momentum of the attack caused CH to come to a screeching halt in order to stop. The bottom of his shoes sizzling from the friction. "Come here! I'm gonna fold you and your cronies and stack you into a pine box!" he exclaimed with a noticeable tick mark on his head. He was breathing heavily. Pissed that he injured his beloved folding chair. His chair. he ran back to it and brushed off his boot print from the seat. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to dirty you!" he said at near mach speeds. "What? You forgive me? It was no problem?!" CH questioned. At first glance, it seems he was insane, but in actuality, the chair was talking to him. Which is still insane. He began to spin the chair around like they were sweethearts in high school in a field. A loud noise rung through the area as he turned towards it. It was the preppy girl with a crowbar. "Oh yeah! The match!" he said running back to the entrance. Without breaking his stride, he swung his chair downwards hitting the man's head in passing. The noise echoed into the air making anyone hiss in emphatic discomfort. He approached Nejina and smiled under his mask. "Excited to get this started, huh? Me, too!" he said patting her shoulder with spirit. "Let's rumble!" he shouted to the sky before taking off into the building.
Kamyu wouldn't get the chance to meet up with Nejina. In fact, in mid-stride he would end up being escorted away back to the production area. It was as if someone or something was trying to keep all the team separated. This would leave no time for a practice run so Kamyu's DJing skills were going to have to be put to the test. At the same time, they had scrolls. He could always text and ask her about a song or just put something random on. Kamyu's choice! There were always the options to try and fight past the 2 goons that were keeping Kamyu away but not only did they look tough, but they also had guns in plain view and did not look to be in the greatest of moods. Maybe they got chewed out? Either way, they wanted Kamyu only spinning which probably wouldn't be a bad thing since match was starting. The entrance music for Nejina's opponents was starting to blare.
Nejina's opponent would be making their way to the ring. This noticeable for anyone as monitors were placed throughout the back to where people could watch the matches. It also was used for the second entrance person to know when it was their time to go. If Nejina or any of the others looked, they would see that there was a faunus heading to the ring. She stood at 6'5 and weighed in at 450 lbs. The faunus looked mean and held a majorly obvious superiority complex over humans. On her back was a big shell that had spikes on it. It seemed she was some type of turtle faunus. Making her way inside the ring, the faunus tucked in her limbs and would bounce around in a rapid shell spin going from rope to rope. She was displaying off her signature technique, the protective spear! After a few moments of the display, she would pop out of her shell and wait for her opponent Nejina. She looked focused!
The angles! The attack! The aggression! The crowd was eating it up but not in the way that one would expect. While the group had their fans, Svafnir was starting to earn fans too. He was starting to get the crowd on his side. They wanted to see the match and while most wanted to see him destroyed, others wanted to see him overcome the odds! As the banging of Harribel could be heard, the guys who jumped Svafnir would leave but the Cameraman would turn to look at the action that was occurring with CH. With CH actions more and more intrigue was building from the audience which meant more bets were being taken. More bets on the heathens of Beacon! Seems team Shank was making the odds at the betting booth a little more shakey!
Either way, once the two went inside they would be escorted to their seats to watch the match. There were choices. Could sit in the crowd at ringside or could sit in the back with catering. It was up to them. Hades, he was chilling at catering snacking on some grapes while looking at the monitor. Something felt off to Hades but he couldn't put his finger on it. The odds would flash onto the monitor to show the betting odds. Nejina had a +2500 odds. That meant they didn't think she would even tie or last long with the faunus. So, if someone placed a bet on Nejina and she somehow won? Even if it just a credit, it be a large reward!!
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2020 6:28 am
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Sváfnir Nuntis Son of Agmundr
Those who bare the mark of the Dragon....
Sváfnir watched as the Angels took their leave after the damage was done, The copper taste of his own blood the lack of prey in his vicinity did well to quell the warrior for the time being. The Warrior looks to the sky as he felt his injuries set in, Smiling now the warrior was still feeling the happiness of the odds from what his match was to be, The cameraman and his hurry away took Sváfnir by surprise as he turned only to witness the most spectacular thing thing he has ever see. The toss of the chair, the step and lunge timing, the connection of the lariat or rather "Lazyboy Lariat" for that matter was simply perfect. Sváfnir didn't even realize he was on his feet fist in air cheering on CH, The excitement caused the warrior to temporarily forget his pain and injuries.WOOOO CHAIR! CHAIR! CHAIR! CHAIR!It wasn't till Nejina and her banding and call out that made Sváfnir get focused soon after putting on his hoodie once again Sváfnir was escorted to the ringside where he watched the entrance of the rather robust fighter displayed some rather intriguing skills in the ring, Thinking Neji was lucky to get to fight such an opponent. Sváfnir had never been ringside at such a large scale event so he was going to get the most of it, Once the crowd settled down for the shelled monster in the ring Sváfnir began to start up a chant in anticipation of Nejina.Hannibella! Hannibella! Hannibella Hannibella!Sváfnir no matter if he was the only one chanting was roaring to the stadium letting everyone know that a member of team SHANK was coming.....that a Heathen of Beacon was about to make a debut.
....Are doomed for both Greatness and Sacrifice
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MEN! Why were the the most battle hungry of creatures!? It was a notion Nejina could never understand for the life of her. Watching both men out on the parking lot in this kind of testosterone-building sequence was a pain in the rear to watch. "What was the point of fighting with so much brutality, when there was no bodies to count!?" Sure, there was all the chair hitting, which could in all honesty, cause permanent brain damage. Despite the charade of the Chair Hoodlum, the man was clearly having no intent killing with it all. so sad. The same could be said for the other. Fists of fury, but no one was permanently down. Did she have to step in, and deal with such a thing herself? The small ounces of blood she could see formed by some of the hits were making her hand itch. Hannibal was hungry. Sadly so, Hannibal was unable to get the debut of knocking some teeth out on camera... Yet. Both gentleman were approaching to get inside finally, a final chair hit to one on the way. The way of the hit itself was enough for her to relax somewhat under the shoulder pat from her ally. "You could say I'm excited. It should be... Quite the eye opener of blood and tears. Make sure to keep that enthusiasm.. Both of you., We are all going to need it." Having said that, her ice blue eyes had casted a look of knowing to the Chair Hoodlum and Svafnir on passing, trying to let it hint on that there was going to more than expected. Whether they would notice or not, would lead to anything else later onwards. She still had to let Kam and Hades know what was going on as well. Miss Akyu would be the easiest to find. As for Hades, who knew where in blazes the howler monkey was hiding. Quickly, she had taken her scroll out, readying a text to Akyu. That was, until she had noticed on the nearest monitor, just what was coming out to the ring. "..." "You have GOT to be kidding me." Was she scared to know that was about to be her opponent? Heck no. She was more disgusted, wincing her eyes in a narrowing motion. "It looks like Bowser from that lame video game became real. Good god... Unless she ate Bowser." Such a heavy looking beast. Big enough to come off as if it had eaten a whole children's hospital. Nejina could believe it. The young woman even had a nickname for it already. That was something she was going to add to her message to Kamyu, purposely making her way slowly to the ring.
To: Akyu Message: If Countess Tortilla the children gobbler eats me, make sure to bury my crowbar up it's nethershell. I swear that this is going to be horrid. Guard your equipment. Her sweat may bathe you with all that gut flipping about inside that shell.
p.S: Be on your guard. Show these losers who hired us we are not mere simple "children."n That includes the howler monkey. You see him before I do, let him know if I die, he will be on the other end of Hannibal, conjoining with the "Tortilla.
P.P.S: I know nothing about these... "Wrestling entrances." Choose what you want, just make sure I can really sashay to it beautiful. Muah. Kisses."
"That should do it." Finally finished, the young killer had set the scroll away, finally making her way down to the ring. Such a noisy lot these imbeciles were being. Could they not cheer for the opponent quietly. The fact they were booing her gave her no care. They were all just background characters to her. Even as one tried to make it obvious, she had smacked her crowbar on the partition of separation to make them heel back. "Dogs should remain silent. Not howl for their next meal." Those small amount of words had her continue on, just stopping outside the ring to stare blank at her opponent. "Gods,... looks like they should have made this ring a football stadium... Then again... It would do nothing for that fat a** standing there. She'd probably smash through it with her nasty faunus way. Even her technique looked god awful to watch. It's like watching a fat hamburger patty smacking on a broken barbeque." Such utter nonsense. Nejina had simply tossed up a braided ringlette of her hair, her head notching towards the odd nickname that Svafnir was giving her. "Hannibella hm....? It has.... A ring to it. Guess I have to try after all." Softly giggling, she had finally had enough on wasting time. Climbing into the ring once her opponent was done flaunting that poor excuse of a shell, there was no hiding the glimmer of amusement from her face. "My~ Aren't WE just a big ball of mock turtle soup?"
