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 Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 11:05 pm
On the otherhand, Edward was smart and pragmatic. Instead of running headlong into a tuba, he quickly stood on top of his stool, and considering Roen was kind enough to buy him some time by running straight into brass instruments. The cyborg climbed onto the bartop and stayed relatively put.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 12:13 am
Roen seemed to have forgotten that there was a big, brass instrument in the way. If he grabbed onto her neck from underneath the curve of the tuba and pulled her close enough to throttle, he'd hit himself in the face with the large spout of the instrument! Whoops!
CLOOOIYOOIYOOIYOOOIIIING~!
The brass sang as it collided with the Devil's face, sounding much like a gong, as if this were some comedic hyperbole of a cartoon.
Stella, under the cover of the tuba, could not see Roen's face. Her vision was still blurred as her eyes continued to burn, but she could see the shape of his body-- and she was focused on his neck.
Holding onto the orchestral tuba that was wrapped around her with her left arm, Stella thrusted her right arm forward at his neck with her fist. She couldn't get ideal room for rearing or much rotation, but hopefully the force she could gather from it would cause him to choke as she jabbed his neck, and would hopefully separate himself from her for a few moments to regain his breath. Stella would recover by spreading her feet out a little, to make sure she kept her balance if he found a way to retaliate against her. The angry fae was ready to charge again. [2/10]
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 12:15 am
OOC::
And pause. I'll wax that a** tomorrow.
And everyone better pause until tomorrow. I'll be well rested and ready to earn the ire of the entire thread!
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 6:45 am
Expensive clothings and adornments didn't fit the swordsman's taste. If it was because that money was hard to come by for him, that might be a plausible explanation for his more...bland looking appearance. Dressed to fight regardless of location, the swordsman wore the usual attire that defined his presence in this hall; a dark longcoat embroidered with gold lacings, a gift from an old teammate from a tournament a year back. Retrofitted with a few additional upgrades, it was a bit more bulkier than its original counterpart, giving it more of an appearance similar to a trench coat, save the hood that was attached to the neck of the longcoat. And having left his weapons behind for just this occasion only, the lack of weight on his sides and back gave a naked feeling to the swordsman, who is currently feeling uncomfortable without his gears and equipment.
Moreso with the crowd and their...more expensive attires.
Whatever. He was here primarily for the food anyways, his hand already holding a plate full of food that would soon be done in a jiffy. Munching down on a chocolate stick while at it, his red eyes glanced around the crowd to see if there was anyone familiar he had seen before, or if there were some old faces which he could come over and talk to.
Unless they were too busy entertaining themselves with the opposite sex - which he completely understands - or indulging themselves with some fine food before the slaughter.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 7:39 am
Flashing lights. The sounds of music, vehicles, and people. Like a wandering zombie, the red-headed young woman had been drawn to this elaborate establishment. She stood at the end of the red carpet, and stared at the doors.
There was so much hustle and bustle carrying on around this place. There had to be... opportunities. The yet nameless girl would start her march forward, leaving filthy boot-tracks on the pristine red carpet. Some people gawked at her defiance of refinery as she passed by, others cursed under their breath at the mess she was making.
A fingerlessly-gloved hand would grasp the large door's handle and throw the barrier open. She stepped through the door and into the establishment, in all of her dingy glory. Her messy red hair was unkempt and provided a bedding for the dirty goggles that were strapped around her skull. Her upper-body's attire consisted of little more than a reinforced harness with filled bullet slots all across it, and a white tank-top underneath. Her shorts were baggy, dirt-stained, and denim. They were all that remained of her favorite blue jeans. Her skin was a nearly copper color, but whether that tone came from sun exposure, or the simple amount of dirt clinging to her body, would remain unknown until she had a chance to bathe.
While not a monster of an individual, her body was well defined and proportined, albeit she would seem just beyond flat-chested. She stood about 5'3" tall, another inch added to her height by the thickness of the soles of her boots. A wide grin was spread across her ragged face as she surveyed all those within the structure.
Probably her most striking detail was her gleaming green eyes. In her right hand, laying across the same shoulder and letting the heavy head float behind her, was her "boyfriend", her most trusted companion, and her favorite weapon ever; a sledgehammer.
There would be quite some difficulty in overlooking her presence if one faced the door, because she stood there for several moments while the door drifted closed behind her. It would emit a subtle thump as it finished its gradual close. Her eyes traveled across the people dancing and their fancy attire, and the bit of mayhem she could witness. The music was thumping a rhythmic beat that appealed to her ears, but in her grungy state, she severely doubted there would be an acceptance of her presence. It didn't matter to a badlander like her, though. She came from the wastes beyond the lush, rolling hills, and the bustling cities of Gaia. She came from a harsh land where you fought for everything; every moment, of every day.
Catlyn Ryft had entered the building.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 10:16 am
Cael 0x Rylen had wandered back into the ballroom shortly after Isabella had to take her call, right around the time that various s**t started to go down. The interruption to their time together was regrettable, but Rylen knew that whatever it was had to be of grave importance to her. He reentered the ballroom with his ears perked and his eyes opened for any sign of danger. Of course, he heard and saw several such signs--it was only natural given the kind of ruffians a fighting tournament attracted. Most of these situations, however, resolved themselves within minutes.
The half-wolf made sure to keep Robyn in his sights the entire time, to come to her assistance if it seemed she needed it. She was not the type that needed someone protecting her, but he was merely looking out for her and watching her back like any good comrade. It didn't seem like she had any of her weapons, after all. At the same time he also turned his attention to the various entrances and exits, looking for trouble going in or out. Isabella was still outside. As an expert thief, she was good at keeping herself safe, but that did not make it any less worrisome for the half-wolf.
With each incident more or less clearing up, Rylen made his way over to Robyn, deftly sifting through the crowd as if it was impossible to push him off his balance or keep him from passing. Rylen noticed the boy had walked away and the masked man she had been speaking with had started to dance and masterfully play a violin he had pulled out of his cloak. Rylen was not exactly sure if he would be interrupting anything, but he figured Robyn had a second or two to herself.
"Hey," He offered a casual greeting to her as he came up by her side, a light grin on his face and a friendly glint in his crimson eyes. After what they had gone through together, she was the only other person in attendance that could evoke a friendly expression from him. He nodded his head in the general direction of all the commotion erupting throughout the room, given their perspective from being off to the side. "Not surprised the evening came to this, or to see you here for that matter." He paused, giving her a very obvious once-over with a flash of a teasing grin that showed his fangs at the sight of her dress up close.
"Well, maybe a little surprised." He said, mocking her playfully. He really was not much for small talk and the typical "How are yous." However, he had not seen in Robyn in a couple of months. Hopefully there had been no friendship lost between them. But then with Robyn he ran the risk of inciting the ire of the fox-demon inside of her. From experience, he knew how well that could go. "You're in the tournament, too?" Seemed Saphen had gotten caught up in his playing. He tended to do that sometimes, and while it was captivating in parts, it wasn't as though she could watch him for hours. So Robyn wasn't annoyed at all when Rylen popped up, even might have been a little grateful, since Saphen wasn't exactly in a talking mood at the moment. Her grin spread wide, flashing her fangs as her ears perked up. Finally, a good distraction from the chaos that seemed to be picking up all of a sudden. "Long time no see, wolf-boy. Wasn't surprised at all to see you here. Well. Maybe a little, considerin' I know how you feel about people in general."Her smile didn't drop when he looked her over teasingly, but her eyes twinkled with amusement. "I was surprised when I saw you with that lil' number before. Dancin', Ry? Really? Didn' know you had it in ya." She winked, laughing, knowing the half-wolf would know she was just teasing as well. It was how they interacted. "Yeah, I'm in the tournament as well. Figured it'd be good experience for Heaven or Hell in the winter." She peered at him with a small frown. "Haven' seen you in so long, you're still up for that, right?" She hoped the half-wolf remembered their plans come winter. On her own, she wasn't sure how good she would do, but on a team with Rylen and Celas (who she really need to introduce to each other), the fox-girl figured they stood a pretty good chance, even amongst the brutes that populated these things.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 11:52 am
In the mists of Ross's irritated mutterings, a glass of wine would be offered by his date. She had been lost in the crowd until recently. She was only able to find him because of his announcement to Roen. She didn't know which man that was, but it was in for a fight whenever Ross caught up with him. Well, that would come later. For now Iru would focus on improving the man's mood. She did not intend to leave with an unhappy Ross. It was bad for one's health. "You shouldn't stick to the wall during a ball."
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 12:04 pm
Instinctively, Roen's head would turn away from the incoming tuba he had so foolishly and blindly lunged into, taking the full brunt of the brass against his cheek with a resounding thud. It hurt about as much as a solid thwack to the face, which was to say nothing in the grand scheme of things. He'd ice it down later surely, yet it would do nothing to impede the certainty of the Devil's sword-calloused fingers wrapping around Stella's slender throat, his arms snapping erect to hold her in place at a safe distance. Cheek throbbing while his anger reached newer levels of intensity, the Devil's thumbs would attempt to press into her trachea, effectively strangulating the young fae. Also, his arms, being longer than hers and snapped out fully between them, bereft Stella the ability to jab anywhere near the devil's throat. Turning back to face her, the Devil could only proceed to spit, "Why you little!" before he proceeded to try to yoke Stella back and forth by her neck.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 1:14 pm
MerDefsGirl
"Are you fighting like that, or do you just want to get noticed here?"
"I wear scant more than I am now, but it does make a sizable difference in combat. A light chest covering, small grieves as well as a light gauntlets. Other than that, I am as you see me now. And if I may now as you a question as to why the human form in it's most natural state is something that distresses you so?"
He was definitely curious, his heritage had taught him the equality of his people, and how accustomed he was to public nudity that it did not quite phase him. Nonetheless, he had ordered a small black tuxedo, along with a dark red tie, almost burgundy. It was on it's way here, but apparently had not arrived as of yet.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 1:16 pm
Athena entered into the ball. Everyone was preoccupied in some fancy, so for the moment, no one knew that she was here. She removed the photo she got from that Grapple intern at the Expo and stared at the picture again. Looking up, her eyes scanned the crowd, beginning to walk through the many people standing around as she searched for the blond headed man wearing glasses.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 1:33 pm
Another of the past competitors of the Dark Tournament as well as of the Gaian Tenkaichi Budokai III and other Gaian fighting events emerged from the limousine that the beautiful Sokoya had earlier emerged from. However, the man was not a sight that would be recognized, what with his new hair-cut and his complete change of clothing wear and style for the event. Vincentius A. Alaphare was the man who stepped from that Limo moments after Sokoya had, giving her a moment to herself before he decided to step out, his massive black dress-shoes coming out first, followed by a pair of green, leather-like dress pants. Following in line with the large, muscular legs, Vince's body snaked out, quite literally, behind them.
Vince was dressed in an authentic snake-skin tuxedo, green in color, matching well his emerald green eyes which took in the glare from the media and cameras well. His new hairstyle was simple; cut-short so that none of the dark-brown hair fell down past his forehead, as it had in previous years. The sides were cut short, and the hair was allowed to fall free; all-in-all, it had changed his look, simply because the hair no longer his strong-jawed face.
Moments later, Vince's long strides took him well beyond that of the media and all of the people outside and made his way into the ball-room that had been designated for the opening of the fourth annual GTB. Vince's emerald eyes scanned the room for a moment or two, looking for the beauty in the dress he'd brought with him; after noticing everyone except for Sokoya, Vince's mind turned immediately to one thing: Booze.
Moments later, the seven-foot tall giant in the green snake-skin suit would find himself walking into the bar area, and in so doing, coming upon none other than his date. A grin was put upon his face as he sat down next to her, a well-muscled arm soon draped across her shoulders, "Might I buy this drink for a lovely woman such as yourself?"
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 1:34 pm
KB was indeed there, but he wasn't wearing his glasses as he normally would. He'd decided to forgo them for the evening, and hadn't regretted his decision. At present he was standing off to the side of the dance floor, idly watching the violence at play. He was completely oblivious to Athena's entrance, not that he would be trying to avoid her.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 1:43 pm
This ballroom was big and the attendance was enormous. She was not going to find this man without getting a higher vantage point. That was when she noticed the higher balconies, moving up the stairs of one. When she arrived at her higher altitude, she walked to the edge and looked down, letting her eyes scan at each individual with blond hair. The place was filled with many of this type, but each one she saw, that person was not the guy she was searching for. What made it more difficult was that people were constantly moving around. How irritating.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 1:56 pm
Being obviously shorter than the Devil, the blonde fae's arms couldn't reach their target. His hands roughly grasped her smooth neck, and Stella let out a hoarse gurgle, making futile attempts at gasping for air.
Her hands went up to her choked neck, trying to keep his thumbs away from her trachea. Stella wasn't strong enough to peel his hands off of her and get him to let go, but she could at least try and keep irreparable damage from happening as he squeezed and shook the fae back and forth in his hands.
With nowhere to move and her hands occupied with the task of trying to keep her alive, Stella had one choice. Now, the Summer Fae didn't like to play dirty, but when you're being held by the neck, playing dirty usually gets the attacker the hell off of you.
Stella picked up her right knee and tried to thrust it into the Devil's groin! With Roen's arms bent to give him enough control to throttle the fae, he'd most likely be close enough to receive her painful gift.
Stella began to kick wildly afterward, repeatedly swinging her foot to his knees and shins. She was going to need air soon. [3/10]
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 1:56 pm
Ah, yes, that was good ol' Robyn for you. She did not miss a beat in their joking banter, and the half-wolf could really appreciate that. It brought an energizing change of pace to his otherwise lacking experiences of social interaction, which until recently included nobody and no one except his date, Isabella. Speaking of whom, Rylen looked away almost bashfully when Robyn mentioned her, shoving his hands in his pockets as he put on his tough guy face again, doing his best to look indifferent about it.
He knew she was only teasing, just as much as he knew he would not hear the end of it if he told her all about Isabella. He let out a barely audible sigh--even given their sensitive hearing--turning his attention back to her gratefully when she changed the subject to something he could gladly talk about, another fighting tournament.
"Definitely." He answered her with a curt nod of his head and absolutely no hesitation when it came to the question of his participation in Heaven or Hell. He leveled a staunchly confident gaze at her; an infectious kind of look meant to inspire the same kind of confidence in his ally. "This tournament will be a good primer, and a good experience in its own right. Tomorrow can't come any sooner."
Rylen had a vicious eagerness in his voice that he could barely contain. He did not come for the sake of bloodshed, but any eavesdropper would be hard-pressed to believe that. Robyn would know for a certainty that, like the demon inside of her, Rylen loved to fight. But unlike the demon Selene, he did so for the sake of testing his mettle and challenging himself--and even his own life.
"I have spent most of our time apart training, and I picked up a few new techniques I think you might be able to appreciate." A roguish smirk split his lips as he went back to teasing her in kind. "I hope you haven't been slacking off, Robyn."
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