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 Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 8:21 am
Drejak's ears did indeed hear what she had said. There was little she could have done within this close proximity that he wouldn't have been able to hear. With the registration of her words, Drejak's eyes frantically searched for the source of her bewilderment and confusion, and in a moment, he saw it.
A human standing nearly as tall as either of the two of them dressed in almost solid black was making his way through the crowd. Well, through it was the appropriate term, but the man had yet to meet any resistance. It looked as though his very presence repelled people, and with the minute amount of clear space around him, it was indeed easy to discern that his shadow was, in fact, missing.
Drejak's fur began to rise, much as his mate's. Such a thing was far beyond natural, but in the back of Drejak's mind, something seemed familiar about the detail. Was it something he'd read? Maybe...
"Creatures who walk amongst men, yet aren't men... they have no shadow, cast no reflection..." the whispers slipped from Drejak's lips as he recited portions of ancient texts he'd read in a long-forgotten library, once.
"N-... Nes-, no. No?... Nos-... What the hell were they called..." his mind was temporarily away from Shadow. Never had he encountered one of these creatures, and never had he expected to, yet it was the only explanation he could muster right now. Shadow would hear him speak, if her alertness was still about her in this tense moment.
"Nos... You read it so many times, Drejak come on..." he closed his eyes and thought hard, trying to recall the script upon the page. His grip on her shoulder tightened as he thought. In an instant, the image of the word was as clear as though it had been burned into his vision, the memory of his candle-lit readings flooding his mind. His eyes opened wide, and his brow furrowed as he harshly whispered the word he had been searching for.
"Nosferatu!"
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 10:12 am
Time to get serious. Quote: "Oi oi', that was mighty rude. Mind explaining why you did that, have we met before or are you hoping throwing tantrums'll get you a shot at sucking Jocasta off when it's all said & done?" Again, the lengthy haired fighter craned his head a bit to his left only ear-first this time, seeming to be genuinely awaiting an answer. Telamichious curled his fingers. A single blow from one of his fists, should it hits its intended mark, could easily be devastating to any combatant. His words came slow, steeped in malice and coated in venom, "Honor. You were bested; crushed like the insignificant insect you are by a superior opponent. Had it been a five-year-old girl I would have done the same thing. In fact, I fully attempt to destroy Deitric myself sometime during this tournament... but you? You have the audacity to claim hollow victory in a fight you have most obviously lost." A lacquered smile spread across his face, the kind of demented expression one might think to see worn by a cosmic horror in a story by some weird gunslinger connoisseur. "You are an animal, unworthy of even my humble attentions. To this extent, be you alone or be you legion, I will crush you." This would have made an excellent film for Gaiaaah, had they been attempting something similar to a fantasy Brokeback Mountain. "You're a virus, and I am the vaccine." He took a step off the ramp that he had been using for transportation. It was a slow, gradual process. He took another. He wrinkled his toes and took a moment to stare at his opponent, absorb all of his seemingly unimportant details. If he were to cross the distance between the two, it would probably take in excess of five minutes. He was hoping Omi Barsait, however much of a t**t he may turn out to be, was willing to compensate for Telamichious' tortoise-like velocity. A faint green aura began to spill out of his cataract eyes, like a heavy smoke that seemed to wrap itself around his body. The table attack had failed; the golem hadn't really been hoping for a quick submission, but it at least served its main purpose and got their attention. Omi Barsait is a falling star, and Telamichious is the black hole that has come to swallow him. [2/10]
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 7:06 pm
Jace was a good competitor for her raven-eyed behavior; the touch at her side certainly required her attention, thus pulling her gaze off the finery and successfully keeping her from looking out of place. It had been ages since she'd participated in such boastful bedizenment. It had been equally as long since she'd had to deal with the extra physical contact a gentleman's noble courtesy entailed. As her eyes flashed down to watch him out of her peripherals, a bemused smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Ah, yes, she remembered to leave the more plain-faced expressions in the limo, thankfully. She couldn't help but touch her subtler smile with a touch of amusement however.
'I'm sure I had my reasons,' she said lightly, chuckling as she took his arm. The touch was gentle, still appreciative and anticipating of the evening. Despite the fact that the reasons still stood, albeit at the back of her mind and less prevalent. Then she would flash a bit of a grin, unable to hide it any longer. A docile consort was not her nature. 'But really..' They passed by a couple of men breaking tables, a vampire trying to soak the dance floor with blood and-- Holy Sailor Moon.
She lowered her voice to a lower, excited tone that only her companion would hear: 'If ye had mentioned dancing, dining, an' a show, would've agreed quicker.' An excited relapse into her accent, it seemed. The woman glanced up mischievously, making sure to smooth out the more devious aspects of her expression before turning back to the crowd. A short glimpse to share with Jace alone.
Her steps slowed beside him unconsciously, so his suave invite to dance caught her faintly off guard. Cocking an eyebrow elegantly, her lips lifted into another amused smile. It was actually a fair internal debate, between the drinks and dance. She tried not to chew her cheek in deliberation. 'I.. cannot remember, but I don't believe drinks have ever helped me dance.' A melodic laugh accompanied the admittance. Miana gave a cheerful nod. 'Let's save the spirits for later. Maybe a toast once you find out your opponent.' And letting the expression gain sincerity, she accepted his hand. Now to see if they shared similar dance knowledge.
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 7:26 pm
The "dark elf" guy, coming from the convention center, sees the entrance, as well as the paparazzi, reporters, red carpet, and whatnot, and he didn't want the attention, he just needs some information from Rhoslyn Vernal, so he walks around to the side, trying all the emergency exit doors to see if someone left one open, or one didn't close all the way: no such luck. Then he came to the staff entrance. Two of the catering workers are smoking, and nobody else is nearby. The "dark elf" guy slips through the door quickly and quietly, picking up a stray clipboard off of one of the kitchen counters on the way in.
((well, I can't double post...))
Meeting no resistance, the "dark elf" gets to the actual ball room when a supervisor confronts him.
"What in the hell were you doing back there?"
Blatantly stealing an idea from Burn Notice, he replies: "Checking all your refrigerated goods. Now get me all your fresh produce before I shut you down for good! While youg et all that., I'll be checking the temperature of all the food in your heated wells, and if there's anything below 140, I will see to it that the mayor personally pulls your liquor license and bars you from ever getting a new one!"
"But we weren't expecting a health inspector..."
"What part of surprise inspection don't you understand?"
The "dark elf" guy then steps past towards the holding pans, but takes a turn into the party to find Rhoslyn.
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 11:16 pm
notmuch_23 The "dark elf" guy, coming from the convention center, sees the entrance, as well as the paparazzi, reporters, red carpet, and whatnot, and he didn't want the attention, he just needs some information from Rhoslyn Vernal, so he walks around to the side, trying all the emergency exit doors to see if someone left one open, or one didn't close all the way: no such luck. Then he came to the staff entrance. Two of the catering workers are smoking, and nobody else is nearby. The "dark elf" guy slips through the door quickly and quietly, picking up a stray clipboard off of one of the kitchen counters on the way in.
((well, I can't double post...))
Meeting no resistance, the "dark elf" gets to the actual ball room when a supervisor confronts him.
"What in the hell were you doing back there?"
Blatantly stealing an idea from Burn Notice, he replies: "Checking all your refrigerated goods. Now get me all your fresh produce before I shut you down for good! While youg et all that., I'll be checking the temperature of all the food in your heated wells, and if there's anything below 140, I will see to it that the mayor personally pulls your liquor license and bars you from ever getting a new one!"
"But we weren't expecting a health inspector..."
"What part of surprise inspection don't you understand?"
The "dark elf" guy then steps past towards the holding pans, but takes a turn into the party to find Rhoslyn.
"Now hold on just a minute," ASSISTANT supervisor Steve said, and by now the supervisor that had questioned the "dark elf" guy previously caught back up with a quizzical look on his otherwise stupidly incompetent face.
"I been working this kinda gig for 43 years," ASSISTANT supervisor Steve said with hard, beady chunks of coal for eyes. "And I ain't never did see no surprise inspection durin' the main event, 'less o'course the inspector happened to be invited t' da shindig anyhow. Bad for business havin' you snoopin' around wheres someone might take a peek an' think we ain't up to code. We gone through every inspection anyhow before the event--that you can be sure. I made sure everything's workin' right my-damn-self, Mr. Inspector. The temperatures and bullshit are right as they should be, 'less you really wanna come question how I do my job. Now, maybe my esteemed supervisor neglected t' ask you a few things in return."
ASSISTANT supervisor Steve gave his bumbling supervisor a mean glare. It was clear his obviously younger supervisor did not have anywhere near the experience that Steve had when it came to this kind of business. But then, it was clear Steve more than likely did not have a degree, so he would always be passed up for a promotion for some young, fresh college graduate with a worthless degree who could not even land a real job. ASSISTANT supervisor Steve turned his attention back to the "dark elf" guy with a wolfish grin on his face.
"So, if you don't mind, why don't you give me your credentials and show me your license? Hell with that, give 'em to me whether you mind or not. What's your department? What's your inspector number? And don't gimme any of dat 'I'll have yo a** fired' jibe. Let them fire my old, tired a** for doing my job! 'Bout damn time I left this s**t behind for somethin' better anyhow. Til then I'll do my job, 'cause if you don't have the right information, I'll be going ahead and callin' security now, y'see?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 8:06 am
Anson Anson had been preparing himself for what Yasuo might throw at him and had resolved to not let his guard down for a moment because of that-- and because of that Anson's guard was raised and his right arm was prepared to deflect an incoming strike, so when Yasuo threw his second punch the boy was able to bring down his right arm on top of the shinobi's uppercut and-
"...huk!"
-not supply enough force to stop the incoming arm from powering through his defense and into his stomach. The trajectory had changed slightly; making the point of impact a few inches lower; and the force behind it had been diminished, but Yasuo's hand to hand skills were definitely not second-rate even in this condition.
With his right forearm bracing downward on Yasuo's left arm the boy's feet slid out behind him from the reduced power of the blowback and the boy hunched forward from the blow to his midsection. Together these meant that he was leaning forward onto the ninja's arm to support himself and, if Yasuo had truly devoted himself enough to the strike that he would be able to send Anson flying then likely the two of them would be close to leaning forward into each other at this point.
"H-HA!" was the young man's shouted response to the antics of the man across from him; turning his raised hand sideways with intent to take advantage of the situation and attempting to slam all of his weight down with the edge of his forearm onto the meaty part at the back of Yasuo's right shoulder.
The ninja had stopped his movement with that attack but if Anson could bring Yasuo to his knees with his retaliation then he could still recover from the disadvantage.
2/10 Whoawhoawhoawhoa... whoa... Yasuo had gotten a little caught up in his own movements now to get himself back into something defensive. It'd end up costing him about now as well, because Ansons arm was not something to underestimate at this time. THWACK!Right into the fleshy part of things. Though the pain was numbed, the effect was still the same - and it brought the shinobi to one knee as his sight began blur. But fear not! The alcohol in his system was finally beginning to dilute, or at least sweat out of the guys skin. Things were getting vivid again, and that also meant that a very uncomfortable feeling arose from the impacted area, among other places. "Wanna play rough, eh?!" He thought. Yasuo was in a very precarious position at the moment, and it was thoughts like those that would get him into trouble - perfect! The shinobi brought his right arm around and his palm opened for a temporarily crippling blow - right to the outside of Ansons left knee. 3/10
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 8:44 am
Iru returned from doing girly things in the bathroom like checking her make up, her hair, her dress, and everything else that girls usually did. She was a little surprised that the bathroom was carpeted, though. Who puts carpet in a bathroom? Anyway, after returning to the ball room she headed for the bar to get something to drink. She would get back to Ross eventually.
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 9:18 am
Seth wasn't even dressed for the occasion. He looked like he was coming back from a vacation. But from where ? a garbage can ? He didn't smell funny in the least, but he just looked like an average thug wearing knockoffs from chamber street.
"...So these are the chumps this year eh ? "
He mumbled with a peculiar grin. His eyes looked around at the people in the main room.
...Where is Joe at ...
His face would turn into a weak sigh. His sneakers wouldn't make as much noise as the classy folks here, but he tried his hardest to make himself known.The sweet smell of crab cakes sent seth into a frenzy. Following the aroma he looked at the man carrying the tray and he wenton the hunt. Zoning in on one of those waiters with a tray Seth jumped up and started yelling.
"Eh my man! eh EH EHH!!! " He started moving through the crowd shoving people aside. He hoped none of them hit him, cause that wouldn't be a wonderful start to this tourney. In hesitation he leaped out and took ahold of the platter nearly yanking the mans arm off.
.... PANDA ATTACK!!
" I love crab cakes!!!!! "
....NOM NOM NOM!!
His primal instincts kicked in as he shoved them all down his fat face. Seth heard the crowd gasp and make noises but it didn't bother him much. He wasn't the one to make spectacles, but when they gave out free food. One couldn't decline from such an offer. The waiter yanked the tray away from Seth in one swoop. His first reaction would be to kick this guys a** but that wouldn't relinquish more food for his empty stomach.
"...Can I have some more please ? " He asked innocently as if that didn't just happen.
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 11:33 am
It was about time the beauty at his arm let her feisty side shine through. After all, Miana's spirit was a major contributor to the allure she held over the Cajun. A quiet, hooting laughter broke from Jace's throat at his companion's comment and he tilted his head in agreement. It was a bit like walking into a war zone; at least, it would have been if common practice was to go to war in your most extravagant finery. Certainly a startling first impression of the tournament life.
Inus_Miana 'I.. cannot remember, but I don't believe drinks have ever helped me dance.' A melodic laugh accompanied the admittance. Miana gave a cheerful nod. 'Let's save the spirits for later. Maybe a toast once you find out your opponent.'
Honorable as his intentions might have seemed, any red-blooded man would have had a hard time not taking note of her disguised admission; alcohol, apparently, had quite the fun effect on his date. Jace quirked a brow at this but returned her laugh with a good-humored, lopsided grin of his own. "Ca c'est bon! I do love t'at idea,cher. Wish I'd a' t'ought of it myself."
Jace curled his own calloused digits around her slender fingers, his free hand dropping to the curve of her waist. However sensual the gown had made the European woman's body look, it still did no justice to the tactile pleasure of feeling her figure beneath his palm. He made sure to keep his touch respectful, though; letting it drift neither too high nor too low, while his other hand held her own closer to his chest than one might have expected. Keeping their hands at such a traditional, distant level gave a feeling of awkwardness to the dance that Jace had never enjoyed, and this way he had an easier time leading her into a sweeping foxtrot, and even into a dip or underarm spin whenever the whim arose.
After a handful of steps he did just that, using his arm strength to gently nudge her into a whirl. Upon bringing her in close again the Southerner winked and warbled in his rhythmic way, while still keeping up that easy, flowing step pattern. "Chu do look lovely tonight, Miana. T'enk you, again, fo' accomp'nying me."
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 11:51 am
Faustina's gleaming eyes lifted to meet Vince's, a hand gloved by white silk lifting to delicately take his. She bowed her head in introduction, and replied softly, "Faustina Jaeger..." She hesitated a moment, and then concluded in a hushed undertone, "...Daughter of Roen Jaeger." Vince's relation to Omi seemed valid enough, and gave her due confidence that he was "on her side," or at the very least that she wouldn't hold her father's "sins" against her.
Turning her head to watch the exchange between Omi and their assailant, she instinctively drew closer to Vince, her long silk dress waving elegantly about her perfect form, her tail swaying casually behind her, nestled in the folds of her dress. Even though she was usually fully capable protecting herself, this damned dress made it significantly more difficult to maneuver--and besides, thus far she'd scarcely raised a single finger in violence, so as far as anyone else knew, beyond a mere matter of blood and kinship, she really was a "damsel in distress," of sorts. No need to molest the misinterpretation...
Standing close to Vince, she turned her mis-matched eyes back to meet his after a moment of watching the battle before them, at that point replying with a mild smile set upon her lips, "Thank you, Vincentius. Other than your kind efforts, it seems no one wishes Omi and myself to share a peaceful evening--or anyone else to, for that matter."
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 12:40 pm
After the last ball room beat down, Cyrus managed to get away scotch free due to the fact bouncers managed to come in time. But the realization of his lack of strength or unique abilities for that manner did startle him and did ignite a need to start training. But now was not the time, as he was back at the ball once again.
Cyrus wore a Men's black double breasted frock coat with a cobalt tie and matching black formal slacks. He also wore his Armani leather formal shoes, his black and grey fealt fedora and his brass knuckles in case things went crazy once again. He kept a low profile as usual as he wandered around with his usual silent and observant aura around him.
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 2:26 pm
"Excuse me, sir?"
One of the security guards in their tailored white suits walked over to Midus, presenting a cellphone.
"The police are on the phone. They wish to speak to you."
The golden-haired host took the phone in hand, placing it to his ear.
"Hello, this is Midus Sonners."
"Hi, Mr. Sonners. This is Chief Smith of the Gaian Police Department, and we have reason to believe that a competitor in your tournament by the name of Roen Jaeger has committed a murder tonight."
Midus raised a brow. "Is that so?"
"Yes. His limo driver was found decapitated in his vehicle, so if you know his whereabouts, we will need to take him for custody."
"Well, I am afraid he left the vicinity a while ago. Will you like aid in tracking him down?"
"Yes, that will be helpful."
"Very well. I will surely get back to you once he found."
"Thank you."
The phone was then cut off, having him say to his man: "Go to Neven. Tell him to go find Roen Jaeger. Apprehend him and bring him to me."
"Yes, sir."
The security guard walked off, leaving Midus sitting there, placing his chin onto his hands. He was musing over the news of one of the people in his tournament haven't committed such a crime. He knew who Roen was, considering he assisted in the acceptance process of each fighter that registered. And knowing what type of being he was, it was understandable that such an action was caused by him. But, Midus couldn't say that he was somewhat not angry.
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Midus Sonners Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 2:55 pm
Watching him take her hand and carefully place his opposite at her waist, she felt the faintest touch of anticipation and curiosity. This stance was unfamiliar. Blinking as she stepped closer to him without a hint of protest, her hand barely hesitated before resting lightly on his shoulder. The foxtrot was not in her repertoire. Her eyes watched him curiously as he led her. Honestly, she was more of a Latin dancer than Standard; didn't the upbeat frivolity of them suit her? Even the tango, the steps hazy behind years without practice, she would have recognized as her favourite dance still.
Then it occurred to her that perhaps he was trying not to be too forward. And the dances she adored often required being a bit closer, especially the tango. The thought made her grin before she could stop herself and try to salvage the proper lady image.
Ah, t'hell wit' it. If Jace was lively enough company to coax it out of her, obviously he didn't mind her playful, less-than docile nature. She followed his guidance into the whirl, spinning back close to him with a content laugh. And if he was holding back at all, well. She had the right to taunt that restraint with her proximity, and trying her best at this foreign foxtrot. 'Hell, you can dance too. A lesser woman would've been won already,' she remarked conversationally, a few waves of blue falling daintily from its updo to brush the side of her face. The spark of mischief insinuated that, no, she had not been entirely won yet, but that she was certainly up for playing with such a skilled opponent.
Play ball, gents.Quote:
"Chu do look lovely tonight, Miana. T'enk you, again, fo' accomp'nying me."
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 3:34 pm
Parting traffic with his gunslinger walk, a white-haired man in a green military jacket strode to the center of the ballroom in a spot clear of the other fights. He exuded a quiet strength. Athletic tape wrapped his hands and stretched up his forearms, combat boots adorned his feet, he wore jeans with patches over the knees that would soon be ripped again, and wore a fighting uniform over his buff exterior. He aboutfaced, pocketed his shades, and smiled.
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 3:46 pm
Vince's brow rose at the admission of her heritage, and Vince simply nodded slowly, well aware of who her father was. Sure, he'd never gone out to meet Roen Jaeger personally, but his prowess on the battlefield was impressive, even though Vince had witnessed one of his allies in the Dark Tournament smash him into the ground once before. Regardless, Vince shook his head, knowing all too well that Roen could indeed be a partner with which many gains could be obtained. Vince's inner evil smiled at the thought, but for the moment, his sincerity rang true, a gentle smile taking over on his face as he responded to Faustina.
"Aye, people never seem to leave fighters of high prestige alone in these tournaments. Especially fighters who have been trounced, despite their former prowess and records; weak fighters try to turn that to their advantage and make a name for themselves." Vince nodded to Faustina, then turned his gaze back to the fight in which was bound to be an interesting turn of events. The man's gaze did not remain on the fight for long however, before he turned his attention to Faustina once more.
"Why is it that people have targeted you and your father more than once this evening? I've caught wind of the drama.."
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