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 Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 6:55 pm
"Time for some roulette wheel," Roch said, clearly having read the other boil's mind. He slung the guitar over his back, hopping off of the stage and starting for the roulette table--
"YOU JACKIN CHEATER!!" The bellow caught Roch off guard, but not nearly as much as the sudden monster being slammed into right behind them, tables going everywhere, shouts and screams and more fights breaking out all around them.
"Well... candlejack," Roch muttered.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 2:48 am
"Hells yes!" Mot replied back, hopping off stage with Roch. He had been looking forward to this alll---
and then all Hell broke loose.
Mot jumped back when some monster was body checked right in front of them, watching chaos erupt all over. "It was silly of me to think this evening would be...peaceful." He sighed with a smile, shrugging in an animated fashion. "Guess we won't be playing any cards. We'd better try and run before we get caught up in..." Just then, a couple flying tables piled up right in front of the staircase.
Oh Jack.
"That was the exit. Jackdamnit. Roch? Any ideas?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 6:41 am
A gnome went flying over their heads and someone rather huge was slammed into the ground right next to Roch's feet. There wasn't any place to go except forward. Even the stage had been taken over by a fist fight. The sounds of grunting and screaming in pain made it almost impossible for him to hear the other reaper's question, so he didn't even bother to reply, he just reached back to grab Mot's shirt and haul him along behind him.
They could only go forward, which was actually to the back of the building. He cursed, jumping over a flying chair leg and ducking under the table that followed it. Who in the hell was Vegas and why had he been so stupid as to go to these lengths to find him?
His dad was going to laugh his a** off if he ever heard about this!
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 12:25 pm
Mot yelped as Roch grabbed him, pulling him to follow after. Mot did as Roch did, ducking and dodging flying debris and flying punches. He held onto his hat with one hand as he slid under a couple of beats mid brawl. He got back up and scrambled to find a place to run to.
Back room? Where did this door go?
"ROCH!" Mot kicked the door open, grabbing Roch's shoulder and shoving the boil into the room, then ran in himself, slamming the door with his back against it. "I think we're safe for..."
. . .
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 12:31 pm
Roch took a deep breath, taking out his phone and texting a message to Demi. Someone had to take care of his cat when he died, after all--
He slowly looked up, feeling several sets of eyes on him. The room in front of them was filled with the scariest looking bastards he had ever seen. Demons, for the most part, reapers for the other part. They sat in shadows, only a slightly swaying light hanging over the table to show the card game that was going on.
A strange colored smoke rose from the farthest seat, twisting in the air and drawing his eyes to the reaper that sat there. "Is there a problem, boils?" the reaper asked in a gravelly voice. Roch couldn't see his face, he had a hat on, pulled low over his eyes, but he could see his hands. There was a massive ring on one of them.
"We--er--no?" Roch offered. "We were just... getting out of the way."
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 1:40 pm
Mot stared through the darkness of his hat's brim into the even darker darkness ahead. Save for the flickering light on the table, the variety of hands underneath it, grasping their cards. Faces were difficult to make out, but one reaper stood out.
"Yeah, what he said. Big fight...um.. we're the band." Totally necessary. Mot was slightly intimidated by the atmosphere, but it was in situations like this one that he coveted his hat hiding his facial features. Could demons smell fear?
"Don't mind us, gents. Just... hiding."
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 1:46 pm
"So there's a big fight out there, and you come in here, cowering like little kids?" the reaper asked. "That's pathetic. Ain't that pathetic?" he asked the demon sitting next to him. "Yeah, that's real pathetic. Your ancestors must be rolling over in their graves!" he hooted.
Roch decided he didn't like this guy. He leaned to the door, listening to see if the fight was still going on. He didn't want to spend any more time in this room than he had to.
"Hank," the reaper man said, motioning something--or someone out of the shadows. "Go clean up the mess so the two little boils can go home and piss their pants in private."
"We ain't scared," Roch said, lying blatantly. "This ain't nothing!" But he stepped out of the way as a shadowy figure went past them and out the door.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 2:03 pm
Mot scowled at the group, taking offense to being so blatantly belittled. Mot sidestepped nonchalantly as someone walked past to break up the fight. He offered little response or even glanced at the passerby.
"Yeah. Do forgive us for disturbing your little tea party." Mot said with a cold retort, his thumbs slipping into his belt loops. "It just so happens I'd rather turn tail like a coward than get crushed by thugs and smelly demon scum." It was a hit on present company, but inwardly a pang of guilt hit his heart. His best friend was a demon. He meant no harm to his friends.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 2:09 pm
The feeling of the room suddenly got a lot more dangerous. "Bandit, c'mon, let's go," Roch said, grabbing his pal by the back of his coat.
"You know, boil," the older reaper said in an almost pleasant tone. "I would watch that mouth of yours. There's a reason you're hiding now, but I expect at least one of you will be able to deal with a crowd like that in a few years with no problem. No, it ain't them you should worry about," he said, leaning forward. "Its these gentlemen back here. Some of which just happen to be those demons you're degrading at the moment."
"No sir, he was talking about the smelly ones," Roch said, his right eye twitching. "Now we HAVE TO GO." He hauled back on Mot's clothes and turned the doorknob at the same time, rushing out of the room.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 2:19 pm
Mot did not like being talked down to. He got enough of that from his mother, and these men certainly were not his father, whom he hardly saw anyway. Roch's attempts to pull the boil from the room was met with resistance, as Mot shot his hands out and grasped the door frame. He might have felt badly, since Roch even tried to cover for Mot's smart mouth. However, his pride was getting in the way of his senses.
"No." Mot answered back in a steady and calculating tone. "Not yet. I will not run from these scum." Mot truly did not want to rile up demons and reapers who could clearly pummel his a** into the ground, but somehow his foolish teenage pride was getting the better of him. "You are not the boss of me, partner."
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 2:30 pm
Roch almost fell on his face. "Jackdammit Bandit, I'm going to tell you something really embarrassing but true right this instant," he said in a whispered growl as he stood straight again.
"I have fought HUNDREDS of fights. Not any of them have been against guys like these, but some were close. And each and every jackin time I was knocked out for an entire week afterwards. Now tell me you're a damn good fighter, one that's got a lot more experience in street fights than I do, and can take on all six of these bastards. Please."
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 2:35 pm
. . .
Roch had a point. A very good point. Mot was no fighter. He had never won a fight in his life.
Not. One.
Mot had to swallow his pride. It was a jagged, and heavy thing to swallow. Especially in front of the present company.
. . .
Mot relented, letting go of the door frame and turning to leave the room. "...fine. Let's go."
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 2:38 pm
Roch caught a slight hand movement from the reaper, and the relaxing of the demons that sat around him. They were gonna live!
If they made it through the main room, that was. He started out, not saying a word, only sighing in relief as he saw the room looked exactly as it had back when they had been singing. "That Hank guy... he's good," he said as he headed for the door.
"Wait," the were at the door said as they started up the stairs. "A few things before you skip out on us, boils."
"Well, s**t," Roch said. "What now?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 3:19 pm
"Yeah.." Mot said, raising an unseen brow at the sudden calm in the room. As if nothing had happened...
Mot stiffened his posture as they were called out, stopping in his tracks. "I don't know Roch, but I'm not sure if running is a good idea..." He answered back, his head turning slightly to catch a glimpse of the werewolf out of the corner of his eye.
"What do you want?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 3:30 pm
Two small bags were tossed to them. "The boss says if you learn to keep your mouths shut and get yourselves a drummer, we'll let you come back," the were said. "But that's a big IF."
"Like hell we'd--" Roch stopped, pulling open the bag and glimpsing in. "Turn down an offer like that," he said, his mood changing completely. "But you'll have to provide the drums!" he added.
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