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 Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 7:37 pm
 Connor went wide-eyed as blood sprayed his face, dark droplets standing out in stark detail on his skin, blending into his dark black-blue hair. He didn't even feel the pain. A deep cold had coiled about his heart and seeped throughout his entire being. In the mind, years can flash by with only days passing in the real world. In Connor's mind, he only got a few minutes for a half-second. It's just a flesh wound.I'm dying. Not yet, but that thing will kill you if you don't do something.KB had smashed through Connor's left shoulder, breaking the collarbone in the process. Even as the vampire drew the tainted blood in there was resistance. Through the fog in his head, Connor could sense the parasite writhing, struggling to get free. I can save you!No. Let me out!No...no! LET. ME. OUT!SNAP. Red blood went black, veins ran cold, Connor's eyes went piss-yellow, the pupil dilating. The parasite fell silent. "Nothing. Nothing left to give. All...The left arm was useless, numb. But even as the blood rushed out, he still had another. The right hand came up, gouging it into KB's flesh and lifting, so he could slam the vampire into the ground. "...GONE!"Connor jerked his head forward, mouth biting for KB's nose, ear, something to latch onto and tear off. 3/10
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 7:54 pm
Oh no, we aren't going anywhere. KB's right arm flexed, the motion running down his arm to his wrist. It snapped, his gloved hand morphing into a dark claw. He twisted his right elbow up above their heads and began to withdraw his arm with a sickening wet sound, his left snapping up to hug Connor around the rib area under his arm. As his hand neared the wound-proper he would rotate his hand, turning the palm to face away from Connor's center. Then he would pull out and to the side, slashing his steely claws into the small amount of surviving flesh between his impaled shoulder and the outside world. With his arm moving outside of their scuffle, he would be able to perform this peeling away motion even up close and personal. He maintained his footing uncannily, his own weight and strength working against Connor. The youth had to fight through the many layers of silk the vampire wore to get to his undead flesh. The closeness of their scuffle lent his ear to Connor's teeth, something soon to be regretted. The flap of pale skin would be torn off cleanly, fetid blood flowing into the young man's mouth. The sheer amount of gore their fight was showcasing had caused a few nearby people to lose their dinner. Blood. Vomit. Do I detect the scent of s**t and piss as well? DELICIOUS.KB roared at Connor, spittle flying from his mouth as his ear was torn away. He sought to close his mouth in on the man's neck, his fangs aiming to break the skin and free more of that delicious blood. From the outside looking in it might have seemed like they were just violently necking. It became clear he was going for the left carotid artery. ![User Image]() 3/10
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 7:58 pm
It was hard to miss a burst of sparkles and magic glitter flurrying about in the air. Luckily, Deitric was making his way in that direction anyways, since it was (in comparison to Deitric's previous position) close to the bar.
The tribesman's clothing was surprisingly unruffled, despite the rather short, one-sided tussle he had just taken a part in. His pinstripe vest was still in place without a loss of precious buttons, and he had managed to keep Omi or himself from bleeding all over the spotless white under-shirt. Of course, he was still bleeding from the left eye somewhere, and it left a red streak on his face where he had repeatedly wiped it away with one of his gloves, which he still used to dab at the leaking crimson occasionally.
Despite the darkening bruise on his face beneath the eye and the wholly unnatural leakage of blood from socket, Deitric didn't seem too perturbed. He kept the left eye closed for the time being, but offered his right hand in a wave towards Ross and his date.
"I didn't expect to see you here, Ross," he greeted politely, offering a hint of a smile to the pair once he got closer. If the tribesman seemed a little terse, chances were he didn't mean to offend the faerie or his date - it was hard to remember all the polite niceties of a foreign culture when you were bleeding from the eye and getting flashed with cameras left, front and center.
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 8:08 pm
"Eh... s**t."
He pushed the food with telekinesis and cleaned his face with his tongue, quickly patting it with a napkin just as Deitric arrived before replying.
"Would you believe I'm a judge?"
He chuckled at that and grinned at the warrior, pretty amused that his judge-application had gone through. Maybe it was his explaining that he was more or less incapable of violating his word and had explicitly promised that he would judge impartially that had done it, but he honestly was a little surprised at it. Also, he regarded Deitric as on his list of friends, which was not a very long list despite the fact that he was cordial with basically everyone.
"Besides, even if I weren't, this is a fancy ball with a lot of people who're important. There is no way I would miss the chance to dress up. Anyway... Deitric, this is Iru Shure, a very close friend of mine. Iru, this is Deitric Jocasta, one of my friends and one of the best damn fighters on Gaia."
Rhoslyn still did want to ask just what he'd done while "dead", but was in no particular hurry to get to the topic, especially since he hadn't decided if that was a personal question or not.
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 8:12 pm
Rylen's expression did not change, at all, as his new bestest friend goaded him. The pupils of his eyes did not even seem distracted by the arrogant sway of his finger. He looked like a beast ready to bite that finger off at any second. No, scratch that, he looked ready to lunge for KB's throat. But he did not make a move, and he did not even respond when Robyn prepared herself for what seemed to be the inevitable.
But Rylen's ear twitched and his eyes shot to the side moments before KB's attention shifted to his assailant. Rylen prepped himself for an ambush, figuring KB had some ally in blended in the crowd coming to even the odds. But when the man leveled a mighty blow for KB's stupidly grinning mug, Rylen actually felt surprised. No wonder he and Robyn had been drawn to him. This vampire seemed to be surrounded by conflict. This time Rylen and Robyn had the benefit of seeing it for themselves.
Rylen watched the fight unfold as Robyn's words buzzed in his ears. He pursed his lips in a frown around the same time KB's hand exploded through his unknown assailant's shoulder. Yet another interesting ability, like having a bullet with the range of your hand. Seemed a bit excessive for Rylen's tastes, but it showed that Robyn had a point. He could not just go throwing himself into a scuffle with any random fellow participant. It would be better to take this opportunity to see what this KB could do. Or what any of his fellow participants could do in the other fights that had broken out.
Snarling at no one in particular, Rylen nodded to Robyn. He placed a hand on her arm and guided her away from the fight back to the far end on the opposite side of the ballroom. He might have said something, but he was too busy looking over his shoulder the entire time to watch the fight continue.
((...F getting called in early to work. F it.))
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 8:19 pm
Sey "Saphen," She chimed, her voice sounding far away to her as her body trembled with the effort of controlling the stream of holy energy. "Stay awake. Stay with me."
I know that voice...Something is familiar about that voice...
The bard pondered as his hood slid off of his head, revealing the curly white haired wig beneath. But something was odd about his particular ensemble...
It was a small mistake sure but there was a glimmer of blue hair sticking out of the right side of the wig, near where his mask stopped and his wig began. Granted it was right next to where his ear should be, hardly a cause to call the fashion police but still...odd none the less. Could it have been a blue pen that stained his wig by accident? Possible...A memento left by a random familiar that had found solace in his hood? Also possible...
No one knew for sure...
The bard did turn his head towards her voice, however, a small smile tracing his lips as he whispered.
"Well...I never thought you would have your hand on my thigh this early in our relationship," right before he coughed in mild pain. The sensation of what he could only imagine to be heaven warming him to the very core. The bard's playful banter seemed almost short lived though...his unwavering gaze shifting sideways as his head started to go limp.
Saphen's left arm, as painfully misplaced as it looked, was no longer attempting to twist off his body. A small twitch occurred every so often, almost like a shiver that moved from his arm all the way to his chest. If the musician was conscious enough to consider the danger he was in he would admit, with a tinge of sarcasm of course, that he was unsure whether or not she had saved him in time.
Only the powerful White Mage was truly sure of her success...if anyone at all...
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 8:19 pm
Iru chuckled before looking at Deitric. "Holy-" She stopped herself. He looked even taller up close! She quickly recovered from the surprise and stood. It would be rude to stay seated, right? She walked around to the other side of the table so she wouldn't have to reach across in order to shake the man's hand. Quote: "There is no way I would miss the chance to dress up."
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 8:37 pm
"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Shure, are you participating?" he said, taking her hand in the grasp of his own and giving it a gentle shake; a considerable contrast to his actions moments before during the fight. He didn't deny or acknowledge Ross's appraisal of his ability - he wasn't arrogant enough to agree, but he was confident enough to not bother with trying to be modest.
"Thank you. My fights with Omi have gotten steadily shorter each time we meet in the ring, to his disfavor," Deitric joked. When she asked about his eye, the eye opened a bit to try and reassure her he was fine, but quickly closed back when the action apparently pained him. Maybe his opponent had did something to the eye, after all.
"I think Omi might have given my eye a bit of a scratch. I'll go to the infirmary after the bracket is revealed - can't miss that, after all. When did you decide to judge, Ross?" the dark-skinned man asked curiously, his one, hooded eye studying the pair calmly.
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 8:42 pm
It was such a splendid night and Vash was enjoying every moment of it. The shadows caressed his body almost lovingly as he moved across the room, avoiding light not by want but mere habit of old creeping upon him through his subconscious mind. With ease and elegance his sifted through the mass of fighters and spectators as he stepped into light until he reached the buffet table and picked up a plate. A smile crept upon his face as he began to load his plate to the brim with foods of all kind. All the while he was careful not to allow a speck of anything to land upon his white and black heartbreaker jacket. In fact, he was actually dressed for the occasion! A white dress shirt complimented his sleeveless jacket while his black casual pants matched alongside his black shoes and the black designs on his jacket. Everything was handsomely topped with a matching white hat and dark blue shades. Yes, he was quite dashing indeed. Ignoring the fight that was currently going on he made his way to an empty table to feast.
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 8:55 pm
"Well, I was originally going to enter it as a water elemental with a few racial abilities, but then when I heard there weren't enough judges, it struck me that I have been in tournaments on the fighting side, but not on the judging side... and I also plan to invite the winners of this and HoH to a private little brawl, with limited media exposure, where people can just go all-out on another, mostly." Rhoslyn shrugged. "More the former. It was something new and I enjoy trying new things."
One unfortunate side effect of immortality was being bored as s**t a lot of the time. While the favored activities of the Unseelie were sex, food, sleep, violence, and intrigue, there was only so many times you could do something before it became, well, routine. For the time being, Rhoslyn had found it more entertaining and interesting to try to not be a monster, and thanks to the inevitable social life that went along with it, now had a chance to do something related to violence that involved effort that wasn't violence. It was a win-win situation.
"And yes, I would appreciate it if Midus started announcing it soon. While I certainly am enjoying the ball, you can feel the tension in the air... the sharks are out for blood."
You could tell that he was slightly nervous. After all, Iru was human, and while he could certainly take a lot of damage, one ability he did not have was to take damage for someone else - and it seemed like there were at least four murder attempts tonight, maybe more.
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 9:02 pm
Iru shook his hand. "You can just call me Iru, and no I'm not. I'm not really much of a fighter. I doubt I could even get past preliminary fights." Yep, she was pretty much the weakest little human in the room. She was really there to keep Ross from being bored and dateless. After letting go of his hand, she watched as he tried to open his eye. It certainly didn't look comfortable. "Yeaaaah. Might want to get that checked out so your vision isn't damaged."
As far as being in danger went...Well it depended on how many enemies Ross had lurking around.
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 9:24 pm
"I'll do that after the bracket is released," Deitric offered nonchalantly. He had been through enough scraps and fights on Gaia to understand one thing: no matter how beat up he or his opponent got, someone, somewhere could use magic or sufficiently high technology to fix it.
By now, the bruising under his eye where he had been punched had purpled, and contrasted with the old, faded scar that took up nearly the exact same location. The bleeding seemed to stall while they spoke, and the tribesman tucked the glove into his back pocket again, most likely to the horror of any tailor at seeing a bloody glove come into contact with his personally fitted pants.
"Sounds interesting. As for tension.. what can you expect? Every pre-tournament ceremony is like this. Participants came to fight, not bat eyelashes at one another across the room, it's like a fire waiting to happen," the tribesman pointed out. Clearly, he didn't have much of a taste for the event by the tone of his words.
"Or is there something else you're worried about?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 9:28 pm
Iru nodded. There was something about her that made her automatically worry about strangers...given that the strangers were not enemies of course. She looked around for the flash host in purple, but she couldn't see him just yet. "Hm. Oh, Ross I'm headed for the lady's room. Be right back." She removed herself from his side to find the bathroom. Eventually she would just ask one of the waiters to point her in the right direction.
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 9:30 pm
MerDefsGirl
She laughed a bit and looked towards him.
"You look good in tux by the way," she said, smiling.
Cyril did not fret though, for the light compliment, as he took in stride, showed a possible comeback. His spirits emboldened at this point, his smile widened. Still entirely sincere, he gesticulated with his hand, in admiration of her generous shape.
"And I am at a loss for words as how to describe with what aura of aristocracy in which you exude."
His words had indeed failed him, for Cyril could not quite find enough to fit his exacting description of her..
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 9:31 pm
What a bother. Victory by default. It was one thing to be defeated, that much he could have tolerated. But to be denied the conclusion of combat simply because of some fool notion of fair play when his body was now well within fighting parameters, it was enough to infuriate Barsait were he not so very immersed in the future ahead. [Jocasta] was a powerful opponent, with skill unmatched by any of his prior opponents, that Omi acknowledged. But something about that last fight felt off from its conception. It felt important enough to reflect on, something about the way the two approached one-another. What was it?
Left little time to muse over past matters, the serpent's shoulders protruded violently against his skin as a tired yawn escaped a dropped jaw. Some bruising would be all Omi took from that fight thankfully; that and disappointment, but fortune & health never went together soundly. Still, completely ignoring the crowd who either praised or damned his stunts, Barsait knew some chaos was still brewing in this good dance.
"Ah?"
Taken off guard by gentle fingertips gliding unto his body, his eyes nimbly dove downward into this woman's own, hearing her plea to get him medical attention. Finally at last, no interruptions; Omi's date. Supposedly the daughter of the infamous Roen, and one of the original reasons he had shown at this dance to begin with.
A whimsical expression met the devil's concern, as this fighter still in the heat of combat denied replied with a wry grin:
"You've my thanks for the concern, but I believe I am in no need for a medic. The fight ended far too quickly before I would require that, I'm afraid. Thank you for your kindness, however." Perhaps he was a liar with self-harm, as his waist was sore something damned awful.
Kindness.. he couldn't tell if that was truly the case here or not, but for the time being that would be what Barsait presumed was manifested in this woman with a soothing touch.
"Incidentally, you've my apologies for the delay on our meeting. I really didn't mean to get into all the conflict I did, but - well, it comes with the territory. I'm distraught I couldn't make the spectacle more enjoyable for myself to tell the truth.. ah, but enough of that, I caught ear of the incident concerning your father through the earlier screams and ridiculous banter." Feeling out the situation with a wit unmatched, his low voice cooed towards the date no longer left idle: "A lovely lady as yourself will need to be escorted until the simpletons pass out. Care if I oblige?"
There was a gentlemanly quality in his offer, perhaps an edge of flirtation. But also, Barsait was fairly confident the daughter of a well known figure as Roen, loved & scorned by the right folks, would attract some foolhardy dissenters.
No matter what the reasoning, and no matter how you interpreted the end - his fight was cut short before its prime.
Omi Barsait simply craved for the first cannon fodder to stir a commotion in his sight. No longer restricted by Sonners' scornful sanctions, it would not be a pretty sight for any save he.
..That, and it was growing late. Simplistic though it were, a woman's company was better than that of drunk men.
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