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 Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 3:01 pm
This wasn't a fight; this was a murder attempt! If Stella couldn't reach the Devil's face with her dainty fist, then she certainly couldn't reach his groin with her knee, seeing as how the length of the thigh was shorter than a fully extended arm by a relative third. Instead, by keeping Stella at arm's length with his superior reach, he quite nearly cut off every conceivable method of retaliation against his person. She would have been better off trying to pry his hands from around her neck then waste air by trying to molest the space that he kept open between them. As it was, though, she was just too short to reach him, and he was already starting to take advantage of that. So, as Stella kicked wildly at his shins and knees, even managing to skim a few times the flesh beneath his fine slacks, the infuriated Devil would continue to yoke the fae back and forth by her neck, his thumbs digging in even sharper into her trachea.
This form of strangulation, again, was not out of the wish to fight the fae, but rather to kill her. Mercifully he could have only wished to stop the air and blood flow to her brain until she lost consciousness; but he wasn't feeling merciful. He was aiming to snap the sensitive bones in her neck and collapse her trachea, wanting nothing less to see her crumpled and motionless at his feet. The yoking back and forth on her neck increased in his madness, and the pressure of his hands around her neck would double. And in his eyes, they being the last things Stella would ever see in this living world, would hold in them the promise of Hell. xl a c e lx
"Roen," The brunette dropped her chin slightly to murmur into his ear.
The fanatical jerking of Stella's neck would stop in lieu of Ever's gentle whisper into the Devil's ear, Roen's head twitching to the side as shivers crawled up his spine and and iced the smoldering rage in his chest. The smog in his lungs and the fire in his veins receded and in their stead would only be repulsion and regret, his hands immediately springing open and releasing the fae's neck. Frowning morosely, he would look away abashed and ashamed of his rage, now very much aware of himself and everyone else. One of his hands were broken, the other's palm was cut to shreds and had glass embedded in it, and his face was swelling up. Not only that; but his tail felt like it was on fire in lieu of the Dark Lord's servant's presence. And Stella. Poor poor Stella. And those reporters! Did they record and take pictures of what happened?
"Yes," Roen would say meekly and almost petulantly to Ever, hanging his head as he was led away. He'd have to apologize to Stella eventually, even if she spat in his face for what he had done. With melancholia descending upon him once again, he couldn't bare to look anyone in the face, and kept his head low and posture sunken, even as he was led to the stricken usher and pointed in the direction of the infirmary. Out the doors Roen went with Ever, with Rhoslyn's alarms no doubt ringing behind him and James left empty handed. All Roen wanted to do was go home, find a bottle, and drown himself in it.
3/10 - Fight End.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 3:11 pm
Shaking her hand with a firm grip, he nodded. Things went smoothly enough. It was when he looked over his shoulder to the bar that he narrowed his eyes, suddenly annoyed. A prospect had eluded him, and that meant a delay of the inevitable.
"I'd like to, but if you excuse me I have something urgent to tend to." He didn't look at Athena again as he pulled away, the coolness around him increasing with each purposeful stride. His smile had evaporated just as quickly as Roen had, replaced with a loosely checked hatred.
Assorted flowers wilted as the vampire passed, his footsteps leaving a rime upon the floor. When mortals slipped in it or recoiled from the chill he paid them no mind. Instead he simply spat under his breath, his orders being relayed to GRAPPLE CO goons.
"Find him!"
The devil would not elude the vampire for long. Roen had been a consistent annoyance for far too long. It was time for the pathetic husk of a man to be wiped from existence, or continue his worthlessness in deserving form - as a mindless ghoul.
This incessant hate was beaten into submission as KB found a spot to sit near Sey. He didn't sit right next to her, instead he afforded the vacant seat to someone else. It would be suitable for her date to take the highly prized seat.
Staring ahead, he began to search the labels on the bottles, all whilst trying to subdue the aura of undeath that threatened to ruin the party. The last thing he wanted was for a bunch of women in dresses to be thoroughly chilled, or for someone's prized pet to end up dead because the life was squeezed out of it.
Hmpf.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 3:14 pm
“Yea’, what?” Enrique looked as confused as one of those girls in the videos with Telamichanga. Which was probably exactly how he liked it, the freak.
“Bullshit, how do you know it wasn’t a Raphs?” he jabbed a finger accusingly at the man, finding no response other then the cold blank stare of stony eyes. Boring deep into his soul and accusing him.
“Okay, it was a pretty cool party though. Someone set up some turn tables and the strobe lights, we got some glow sticks to bring in all the slutty asian girls.” He began to trail off, getting lost in thought, though his voice soon turned grim. “Then I think someone spiked the punch…”
Xelas looked slightly uncomfortable.
“These jive suckers from Faux Cimera showed up in their preppy little convertibles and started wrecking everything. I woke up about twenty minutes later and this guys small intestine were hanging all over my…” Enrique stopped long and hard about what he was going to say next.
“So then this little kid started eating everyone. Craziest thing, we ended up making it so that he ate himself. Pretty sure that’s a paradox or something, but it was pretty cool to see…” Enrique picked up a glass of wine and swirled it around casually, pondering taking a drink.
“That kid was awesome, I’ll tell you what… hey your dagger p***s is starting to tear a hole in your pants.” he stated like it was nothing. If a bladed p***s was good enough for his mother, who was he to question it?
And yea Enrique was wearing a dress. It was a crazy party.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 3:21 pm
"Hmm?"
The cyberpunk made the sound thoughtfully as the fight in front of him ended, and Roen was escorted out of the ballroom by his date. It was for the best obviously. The Darkened Devil could have either left with his date, or thrown out on his a** by all the competitors present after they kicked it a few times. Apologizing to the bartender for standing on his pristine bartop, Edward promptly moved forward slightly and landed onto the ballroom floor, ordering a pint of Guinness upon reaching the ground. With Roen gone, perhaps the punk could enjoy the rest of the night. He glanced around the room as he recieved his pint; some of the ball-goers were staring in his/the fights general direction, or in the direction of Roen's exit.
"Perhaps not." Ed drank from his glass.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 3:25 pm
James followed the couple of Roen and Ever a ball of fire forming in his right hand.
He tracked the devil's scent and aura as easily as a shark could track a wounded fish. More prudent goers would get out of his way. If he didn't. James shoved them aside.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 3:26 pm
"Not even a formal ball can mask the true nature of living beings. Right, Cereb?"
devilish, he would be more useful to her. A man without morals was a man worthy of her time. From her position out in the crowd, she was capable of seeing a couple of people with their eyes on him. One was that of a man of the fey nature, who was in possession of some powerful magic. She could see this with her eyes that saw more than the mortal realm. Another was a man stalking himself through the crowd in the same direction. This came from the former announcement that Roen was the reason for the city's destruction during that fateful day. She could not have her ally be destroyed this soon.>
"Nevermore."
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 3:28 pm
Some people didn't understand their own reputations. ******** with enough people and they'd ******** with you right back. Rhoslyn kinda admired the man's courage for showing up, but now he'd have to collect at least half of Roen's life to make up for it. By the strangest coincidence, there was a ringing sound, but it wasn't all that loud, just sort of at the edge of your hearing. A few people started rubbing at their ears, while others noted that the doorway was sparkling and a big, waypoint arrow was pointing in the direction of the door.
Should he?
"Oh, ******** me and my courtesy..." With a rueful grin to Iru, Rhoslyn re-stashed his sword and made a graceful wave of his hand to cover his wand vanishing back up his sleeves. Like it or not, he had a fae to administer to, even though he was strongly tempted to kill her.
So, with a dramatic sigh, the Unseelie made his way over to the fight's location, taking his sweet time about it. After all, he would grudgingly help the Seelie just on the basis of "all fae are better than all other races", but if she happened to croak or recover before he got there, then he'd just give her a compliment and then get the hell outta the way.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 3:35 pm
Esouna sat up again, intrigued by some sort of fight. Guy with a tail running away, guy with a fireball chasing him, and various other people rather pissed. And, a 'mosquito' ringing sound. The fairy curled her sensory wings again.
Some giant arrow pointed at the door, both of which sparked. Esouna narrowed her eyes and leapt into the air to resume flight. If nothing else, this posed an interesting spectacle. Besides, she had picked up that the tailed man had done something rather mean and nasty (she didn't totally listen to Rhoslyn's public call-out). Thus, time to go watch. The fairy darted out the door, intending to follow Roen and James.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 4:05 pm
Completely unaware of their followers, Ever whisked her escort away to the small area of the hotel ground floor set up as a temporary healing station. The true infirmary - the one deisgned as a necessary precaution once the tournament battles began - was not yet set up and running, however management must have had the foresight to open a smaller clinic area for just such an occasion. A night of revelry couldn't stop everyone, it seemed, from curbing their warrior spirits.
A white mage with soft, blonde curls ushered them in just as soon as she saw the state of Roen's many minor injuries, tsking all the while. An easy fix, she assured them, would only take a moment, but positively barbaric these fighting tournaments when they can't even enjoy the opening ceremonies without starting a brawl. Ever perched herself on a counter, legs crossed, and watched the mage magic away the blood from the Devil's left hand. Dozens of tiny lacerations closed up before her eyes, before the petitie blonde moved on to his broken fingers.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 4:22 pm
Flamefox Merimac Seth just kind of looked at the hand while she talked. Then all of the sudden the word afraid came up. Well he wasn't really afraid but he was nervous. Not only did he not know how to dance, but he had never danced with a woman before. Taking a sip of his drink he pushed back the chair and stood up. "I'm not afraid." His tone was a little scratchy as he took Jurie's hand unsure of where she wanted to go in terms of where she wanted to dance.
"Alright Mister Seth! We won't do anything fancy, just a slow dance, a simple one. I'll lead you for a moment or two to show you the steps, then after you see how easy it is you can take the lead." She'd smile sweetly to the man and gaze down at their feet. "When I step... just follow my feet. Its as simple as that."
Well... simple for her at least. The small act of dancing alone came naturally to the blacksmith and she felt at ease dancing with someone she knew as little as Seth. He... on the other hand... Well who knew?
"You ready? Here we go!" And like that she would begin easing him into the steps of her joyful little dance.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 4:24 pm
They would've felt James's presence before they saw him. And when they looked up to see him, he wasn't there.
To be more precise, there was a fairly well-sized table flying at them, directly at the Devil, though the lithe white mage besides him might get clipped in the process. It was a plastic table, the small portable kind that was grey and possessed foldable metal legs. Two spots on the sides of the table were blackened, evidence of where James had gripped it.
The slayer was beyond caring for innocents. In the blood-haze that filled him now, there were no innocents at all, only varying shades of guilt. Everybody that aided Roen was an enemy, and would share his ultimate fate.
1/10
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 4:34 pm
And suddenly Nox was there. How she got from the Black Sands was anyone's guess. Nox certainly wasn't going to tell. But here she was, disgruntled as usual, dressed in her biker leathers, fully armed and waiting near the medical station at some god damned ball of yet another tournament. Apparently the festivities had yet to really begin.
Off to one side, she stood, Roen's sheathed World Splitter resting on it's tip and held leaning close to her body. One booted foot tapped out her impatience on the carpet, it's razor tip flashing in the halogen lighting.
"Vell... This is vhere I vas instructedt to vait..." She muttered, her eyes busily searching the crowd.
Soon enough a somewhat familiar woman and what could only be Roen, leaning heavily upon her, appeared from the crowd. But they weren't the only ones. It took very little to notice several figures pushing their way through the other guests to reach the pair now receiving medical attention.
"Oh yeah... Zat is Roen all right." Nox quickly pushed away from the wall and moved purposefully toward him, World Splitter in tow.
Only the boss could incite such murderous emotion in others. Be they jilted women or indignant husbands as such were the most likely candidates to be after Nox's womanizing employer.
"It's about ******** time..." She snarled, shooting a glare at the boss before gracing Ever with a quick nod of acknowledgment.
"You know you're beingk followed, right?" She continued, bringing the hilt of Roen's sword down at enough of an angle to place it in his now unbloodied hand.
Freed of her burden, Nox caught site of something large hurtling toward them. With no time to think and little to react, she did the only thing that she could.
"Heads!" She yelled before ducking and crouching low herself. As soon as she heard a crash, she would rise back up on her knees drawing both thing one and thing two simultaneously, aim and fire off one shot from each, aimed at the feet of the two lead pursuers. If for no other reason than to give them just a bit of pause.
"Lets get goingk shall ve?" She grunted, now trying to get them all up and out alive.
1/10
edited to accommodate fei
**Edited again at Roen's request.
-grumble-
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 4:42 pm
Linik She'd take hold of his hands, her hands ridden with work callouses that she seemed to pay no mind at the moment, and guide them down to the curves of her hips. Linik Jurie would then slide her arms around the back of his neck where her hands would clasp down together across her forearms lazily which seemed to draw her an inch or two closer to the man than she might've intended.
All he could really do was just nod to what she was saying. He wanted to talk, but he was afraid that if he did, he would open his mouth and no words would come out. So for the moment, he figured it was best to just nod. He tried to watch her feet the best he could with her being so close to him. He tried to his best also to make sure that it didn't look like he was staring at her boobs either, but that seemed even harder then trying to watch her feet. Moving along with her, he just kept staring at her feet not sure when he was going to let him lead. Seth hoped though that when she did, he wouldn't mess it up.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 4:47 pm
Just Naota "Perhaps not." Ed drank from his glass.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 4:49 pm
Rhoslyn wouldn't just stand there and wait for the Seelie woman to get out of idle - instead of doing anything helpful for her, though, or even getting within about a foot of the woman, he'd do the same handwave to procure his wand. Cheerfully oblivious to the carnage about to go down, he spun in a circle with his wand pointed near the ground; a cerulean and emerald line appeared, and the inside of the circle was covered in SHINY.
The devil had escaped one way; he wouldn't escape the other. He grinned.
From there, he'd start waving his wand about, eyes closed. Mostly for the sake of special effects, a blue-silver dust followed every flick of the solid, spiky bone/steel wand. Each spell's completion would be felt by those close enough or sensitive enough, and anyone looking could see it. Glamour was practically a free action for him, and Rhoslyn was a fancy b*****d. So, he'd burn it to show off; it wasn't doing anything special.
The end of the first spell would be marked by his standing up ramrod-straight and thrusting his wand in the air. Green sparks crossed down the wand from his hand and erupted into a torrent of what looked like liquid glass, which hit the ceiling and vanished from normal sight.
The gifted ones would see the shimmering field envelope the interior of the building. Learned ones would realize he'd basically locked off the building from metaphysical travel. For the sake of not ******** things up too bad, we'll totally go with "Nox got there before he finished doing this". He'd keep on casting spells along that general nature that seemed to be complex and based on allowing him to personally take control and fight the transportations, just to be on the safe side.
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