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 Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 8:55 am
"We have a list, ladies and gentlemen," The tall man began, his green eyes shooting into each of his listeners. "of men and women who are capable fighters throughout Gaia. Some need not introduction, others need a lot of it. But each of them are totally capable at what they do. Some, I think, should be funded by our company."
Griff Morivan was retired, as a fighter. But, in more recent months, Griff decided he needed to return to work, because Alsoomse was pregnant. So, he went into the agency business. Dur'em Regional Talent Agency, mostly covering rock stars, gangstas and actors. But Griff didn't understand entertainment in popculture. So, it was his idea to sway the Agency into taking on fighters as a new avenue of work.
"And it would be especially helpful for us with this 'Leviathan' thing that L.S.A. is doing, and the recent raise in tournements, along side Heaven or Hell. Imagine this. We could fund a team for Heaven or hell, and have them under contract for 10% or the original four thousand entery fee?"
A particularly rounded man stared at his copy of the list. "...Some of these men were in Heaven or Hell last year... I recognize this list from 'White Wolf' and 'Player One'. A couple names I don't know... I see you're not on this list, weren't you a fighter once upon a time? Are you biased to these people?"
"Ancient history." Griff replied blankly. "This is just one more area for us to acquire clients. We can charge them per income based fight at a rate of 10% the turnout."
"Sounds pretty good, and like you've done your homework, but Mr. Morivan, I-
"Griff."
"...Griff." Continued the fatman, "Did you have any one person on this list as a considered trial client?"
Griff nodded, opening his briefcase to hand a profile sheet to the fat man. There, it had a picture of a very toned up, young black male, who looked to be a competant fighter. "His name is Roland Burrne. He's registered with Leviathan Major near Latent, he has no formal representation, and appears to have a record for street fighting and inciting violence on small charges. As for his fighting profile, he doesn't use magic, bu-"
"What?!"
"BUT..." Griff said, minorly annoyed, "...he is a capable fighter using, of all things, his spirit energy."
"A Ki weilder?" said a man in an all blue suit.
"Yes, exactly. But he calls it just 'his energy' and his 'soul'."
"Well, then, where is the boy?"
"A hospital bed in Strata." Before he would allow the faces of his co workers to discourage him, he piped up. "But, apparently he fought Sakagami Reiko in the town, and was ambushed shortly afterward."
"Over the bounty?"
Griff kind of smiled at the question, shaking his head. "No, sir." He placed them away and pulled out a witness statement that had been faxed by the Strata Authorities. "He did it for, quote, "The pleasure of fighting my idol. Even as short as it was, as quickly as I was beaten, it was an honor to stand on the stage of combat with him."
A moment of silence befell the table, and the workers all talked to themselves hushedly, the president of their company listening to everything.
"Go get'em, Morivan. If you make this work, you're getting a big promotion."
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Griff was no longer alone in his car, the black Civic tearing along the desert highway as the man in his sealed form drives, his vampiric sister resting quietly in the back of the car. They sat, talking for a long time as they drove to Strata, going out to pick up this Roland character. The plan is Griff would talk to him upfront, and Sabine, should negotiations not work as planned, would have a word with the man and attempt to sway him.
Driving into the town, Griff stopped in at a Mc Doonies, ordering a Pounder with cheese meal for him, and a chicken nugget meal. He alos asked for directions to the Hospital. Driving off, Griff would sip his Dr. Peeper, pulling into visitors parking. "Alright, let's eat now, then head in and see if we can get him, eh?"
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 10:21 am
Sabine thanks her brother for the food and nods to his coment. "Sounds like a plan. But good luck!" The vampiress didn't sound too convinced this would be as easy as her brother thought. "I do hope you have a back up plan or too... other than me biting him or something."
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 10:43 am
Roland wouldn't know what hit him.
Griff happened to have it off pretty well, and with a mere request, he was allowed into the back of the hospital, headed right on into room 107 where a single black male would be laying out, doped up on more pain killers than one could imagine. His system was currently under a blitz of vicodan. Griff saw this as an opportunity. Because he was a dickhead.
"Excuse me, Mr. Burrne, my name is Griff Morivan, I work with the Dur'em Regional Talent Agency, and I would like to interest you in a..."
Roland was actually coming down from the pain meds, so sadly for Griff, such an opportunity would not exist. "...Man, I'm notta rapper or some s**t, what do you want with me."
"To represent you as a fighter. We acquired your records and found out you're quite the fighter." Griff kept his gameface, but he was realizing it wouldn't be easy. "We are currently doing a trial period, representing certain fighters in their works as competitors. We would like to present you with some contract options, and no matter the outcome of the project, we will represent you until a time that you should decide that you no longer want our services."
"Woah woah..." His arm and foot were still wrapped up, and he looked a little confused, mostly from the pain killers. "And just how long can I try out your representation?"
Griff smilied. Hook. "Well, we have a minimum period of six months, and then we can go so far as five years."
"...Six months? What'll it cost me?"
"Well, ten percent of the income recieved from any event we fund you in." Griff reached into his briefcase to find a copy of their blank contracts, handing it to Roland.
Who read it at great lengths, not wanting to get into anything that might make him look like a ********. "...Ten percent of the income... or what you've provided... So you'll always break even?"
"Well... yes...?"
Roland looked at the man quietly, looking up at Griff with a very puzzled look. "...Are there incentives?"
"Well, we will provide you with legal assistance if ever need be, and in your profession we can secure you a fighter's license."
"...For what?"
"Well, technically, if you fight anyone, and kill them? you're responsible, accident or not. But a fighting license can keep you out of trouble, so long as the incident takes place in a commisioned fight."
Roland shrugged. "...I dunno about this, man, I can't do s**t for the next month anyhow, unless you know some super healer or some crap."
"...Well, yeah, as a matter of fact..."
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 11:12 am
Sabine leaned against the door jam, apperntly just out of sight, but as the comverstaion continued she made her way over to her brother. Dressed in modern black leather from head to toe, the only thing that might look off was a cloak she wore to concel her wings. "Ello Roland. I see that pretty face was not to badly damaged by my claws" She purred softly as she fixated her eyes on his.
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 11:18 am
Roland jumped up, almost out of the bed, shooting his arm out, accidentally clobbering Griff in the jaw. "YOU! Y-y-y-you're that woman! That vampire chick! You're that vampire! You!..." he then blinked again, looking down to see Griff, K.O.'d. "...For a manager, he's kinda whimpy, huh?"
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 11:32 am
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 11:42 am
Griff sighed the checkered imprint on his jaw still remain obvious. "So... where were we?"
Roland blinked, looking between the two some, thinking on things. "I dunno... Gimme some time to think on things, alright?"
Griff grimmaced. "Well, I suppose that is as good an answer as any, so long as it ain't a no, I have my job..."
"...job?"
Griff had turned, and when he heard the faintest twinge of concern, he milked it. "Yeah... my jobs riding on getting a client within the week or I'm out of a job. I'll be lucky if I get a mailroom clerk if I screw this up."
"Aw..." Roland sighed, shaking his head. "...mang, I ain't gonna make you lose your job, man. C'mere, gimme a pen and ona those contracts."
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 11:47 am
Sabine rose to her feet as her brother did. Stepping backto the wall, she leaned against it as if she was there as his body guard or something. As griff started to turn she raised her brow at him and pushed off against the wall. Parting her lips to speak, she stops as Roland questions and than gives in to Griff cause of his answer. The vampiress looked clearly amused. As if she was in fact his guard dog she walked up to Griffs side and purrs. "Thank you... Or I would have had to hurt someone where he works had he been replaced."
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 12:02 pm
"I'm outta here tomorrow, so I can meet ya'll somewhere?"
"Better. We'll pick you up and bring you to our office."
"Works for me, man."
"Great, then. See you tommorow." And with that, Griff headed out, leaving Roland a contract and a pen. Morivan was ecstatic. "That worked so much better than it should have."
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 12:10 pm
Sabine gives Roland an amused smrik as she leaves and teases "See ya tomorrow... tiger." With that the vampiress followed on her brothers heals, leaving the room and the building.
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 9:47 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 10:27 pm
Kaym’s eyes slowly opened. She blinked once and moved her pupils around to see the room clearly. What she saw was completely unexpected; white walls and floor, glass cabinets littered the room walls, and next to her bedside was an open window with the transparent silk curtain blowing lightly in the afternoon breeze. The annoying feeling of always waking up in a bed arose; it was as if she felt embarrassed due to the overlapping events.
She closed her eyes as she thought, 'I need a different profession', and then reopened them. Greeting her this time was an old man in a white lab coat.
I didn’t feel his presence… his abrupt arrival left her speechless.
“How are you feeling?” He kindly asked. Kaym sat up before answering, still slightly annoyed at the situation. Just then, her breath was lost and her head spun around the room.
“If you are looking for the young man, he left not to long ago. He said he would return soon.”
“He’s awake?!” Kaym felt a knot sting her throat, she wanted to cry. Cry ever so hard.
“He is. The sailor told me you came from the ocean. I bandaged your wounds as best I could. Your shoulder had been broken along with three of your ribs. Hehe… funny, I don’t feel anything, other then the cast on my arm…
She sighed and swung her legs off the bed and started to tear off the cast mold from her shoulder
The doctor’s mouth opened wide, “Oh, oh, oh you shouldn’t do that, it has only been on for...” He raised his palms in front of him as he watched her finish the job. He looked at her shoulder in aw; the way he knew it before – it was covered in bruises and her shoulder bone had penetrated the skin, re-aligning it was the toughest thing he had ever done. “Amazing…”
“What?” Kaym looked at him as he tucked his hands under her arm and observed.
“Your arm is perfect, not a scratch, but…” He let go of her arm, allowing it to fall back to her side. “Your head wound is still as visible as day.”
Kaym placed her middle and index finger on her forehead, sure enough, the large slash in her noggin never went away. This didn’t surprise her though.
“Head wounds take longer to heal.” It was a pure true fact. Among demon races, wounds afflicted above the collar bone take 4x as long to heal, due to that to being the vital area.
He said nothing before he reached his spinning chair. As he sat down the tension in his breath released, showing his old age.
“I take it you are used to this kind of thing.”
“I am.”
“Hmm, I see. Tell me young lady, do you believe in god?”
Her brows narrowed at the relevance of his question. Maybe his old age was getting to his head and he was going to give her one of those, ‘value your life,’ speeches, but she honored a response nonetheless.
“Your gods are dead. Only demons and humans remain.”
“Is that why you throw your life away so quickly?”
Here we go… Her eyes rolled before he ended his question.
“Because, if I don’t, no one else will. The things the haunt and prowl in the night are not merciful. Increasing by the hundreds on a time frame of one year. Ji-ji, demons age different. They heal and breed at a rapid pace, much like a virus. They will spread and they will slaughter and eat everything.” Her tone grew loud and her words became harsher before she ended her sentence. She knew he knew very well what she was talking about; she could read his eyes and expression. There was a long pause before he responded, when his voice came, it was sad and carried a deep hurt within.
“Why do you hate yourself so much?”
Kaym fell silent, her head sank low. Three minutes passed before she could say another thing, for her heart was swelling with tears, and her throat yearned for attention, it wanted to scream.
Abruptly, the door swung open; Kaym’s and the doctor’s heads shot up as Nathanial raced into the room. Immediately he fell to his knees and Kaym was greeted with a warm, suffocating hug and her natural instinct was to wrap he arms around him and hug him back.
After pulling away, Kaym kept her hand on his cheek.
“Are you okay?” Nathanial asked her, still remaining on his knees.
“Heh,” Kaym gave a slight chuckle, “I should be asking YOU that. Do you know how far I carried you?” Her hand left his face.
Nathanial reached back and scratched his head. “HO HO, … yeah, sorry about that.”
Kaym let her smile ware off before she looked at him, then at the doctor. “We should finish this later.” Nathanial kept his smile and nodded. And with that, Nathanial stood and left the room, Kaym followed his example by standing and headed towards the door. Before she exited, she stopped and set a small leather pouch on his desk; her back was still facing the old doctor.
“Hey doc.”
“Yes?” He responded, spinning his chair around facing her back.
Kaym turned her head back slowly her eyes were serious once again,
“Because, I couldn’t save my god.”
“What?”
“That’s the answer to your question.” And with that, she turned and left.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 1:11 am
Sigh threw his hand over his shoulder and vigorously rubbed away the increasing pain
“Why do you ride that stupid thing? He spat, as Feih rode at his side on a brown quarter house.
“Because, I think horses are beautiful, like me.” He shot caster a look. “Caster, darling!” He kicked the house in its side and rode forward to greet the lover he will never ******** queer.”
As Feih reached Caster’s side he asked, “Caster, where are we going?”
“To a town on the coast.” Caster stopped and opened his paper map. “Called Strata, I wouldn’t doubt if she’s still alive at all, she would be there.”
“God only knows the b***h doesn’t die. Maybe we will get lucky and find her a** in a coma like that little piss-ant she had with her.”
Caster raised his eye brow, still holding the map with both hands in front of him. “Sigh, do you have to be so crude? Didn’t you fancy her at one time?”
“That devil woman? Feh, only when she slaughtered s**t. Other then that,” He hit his fists together, “I don’t mind a bit if her head ended up on my wall with a promotion.”
Elsewhere …
Nathanial sat on the stoop of a fairly large water-fountain, he waited patiently, watching Kaym as she walked forward, pulling the extra flow of her behind her ear. Before he could say anything, she attacked him with questions.
“Why were you in the desert? And where the hell did you get that gun?”
Nathanial cocked his head to the side and let out a timely chuckle. “You haven’t changed a bit. Still straight to the point. If it wasn’t for…” He stopped. Kaym knelt in front of him and placed her hands on his knees.
“Please. There are reasons why I don’t like to hesitate. I need to know why they had you, because I need to know if they will come after you again.”
Nathanial stopped; he sighed and put his right hand on her head.
“You never seem to care about yourself as much as I wished you did. Ever since he disappeared, you’ve done the same. You never stop for yourself, nor do you eat or sleep properly.” Kaym didn’t respond, her eyes focused away from his, as if being ashamed.
“The Rigveda was given to me, I don’t know who by.” Kaym shot a look back towards him, but before the words could come out of her mouth, he put his hand over her mouth to stop them. “It had a note with it, saying its name and, it also stated to give it to you… and…” he and Kaym paused.
Abruptly, Kaym shoved Nathanial away from the water fountain and without wasting any time she swung her body around and grabbed the handle of her sword.
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 10:28 pm
The ragged man walked along the edge dune with relative ease. His yellow tinted glasses glimmered in the sun. His torn and dirtied white cloak billowed in the wind, and that same wind kicked up sand as his feet moved west. He was coming from the east; his only guide was the reverberations of power he felt deep in his soul.
They made him yearn for battle, but urges are easily controlled. He carried no weapon, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t use them, only that he didn’t need them. He reached the apex of the sand giant and gazed down on a city, the epicenter of the ripples.
It was an odd city and probably beautiful to certain people, but to Long Xiu it was a different story. He didn’t all together like the stones and clay, but he was not one to judge considering he was no longer in his home land. The only thing he found beautiful was the sea, its surreal blue was contrasted very well by the earthen colors of the city. Another he liked was he could immediately judge where the activity occurred in this place. What kind of activity it was, he couldn’t tell. Xiu began his descent down the sand his wrapped feet sinking in to the scorching grains, but they weren’t hot enough to cause pain to his body. Xiu was heading towards the gate in the massive city walls that could withstand a well planned siege, not that a siege was possible from this direction.
He was going to enter this city, and find that power. He knew better than to randomly attack someone though, because not everyone enjoyed fighting in a populated area especially the bystanders. Also the victim might find it very insulting and annoying to have some random man attack him while he was most likely busy. Long Xiu was not a novice or an ignorant buffoon who couldn’t quell his desires. So for now he would just like to observe and learn about the culture of this area.
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 3:42 am
Xiu was now in the process of roaming the streets, he had left his cloack at the inn, named the Desert Flower. The homely building was a good ways away from the gate, and closer to the newer harbor. The innkeeper seemed pleasant enough, but still he had no intentions of paying for now. His lack of money here would be a problem, and the absence of his two short bleds at his lower back made him naked and alone. They had been through almost two hundred years of battle and betrayal.
Long Xiu no longer trusted anyone because he had been betrayed so often, and that is the reason he travels and fights alone. Having a different lifespan than others made it difficult to love as well, bt he had never been taught how to love. His father was killed by a corrupted general, and his mother slaughtered by enemy soldiers. He had killed his brother with his own hands, but he had no other choice, it was either let him live and watch the whole country to fall into darkness or kill him.
Xiu passed a weaponry store, and wandered inside. The storekeep looked up from a broad sword which had a rifle laying across a sword with a backround of a star. How many points? He didn't care to find out. It's edge had been compromised by a small break, and now whenever it met with another blade and the break was impacted, it would grow. In the corner there was a man dressed in full armor with a triange on his chest, and he was focused on the sword with a great intensity. There were two others in the store whom seemed to be the armored one's lackeys. They were in civilian clothes, and carried themselves with an auru of obedience.
He glanced at a set of leather and steel bracies and liked what he saw, a button on the under arm released a mechanism that sprung forward and locked into place a foot long two inch wide blade. Of course they were situated on the underside so that the wrist could have mobility. These were meant for a clandestine attack, not blocking a swing from a sword. Because he had no money he would have to steal them and that houldn't be a problem.
First he passed the first toady and knew he wasn't the right one to cause the commotion. The second one seemed more dominant between the two so Xiu situated himself properly. The first one was glancing at a couple of daggers, so Long Xiu bumped into him for two reasons. One to draw his attention away from the daggers which one of was now situated up his sleeve, and to make him more volatile. It worked, the first lackey turned with fire in his eyes.
'Ey you damn foriegner, don ya be fudderin bumpin into me ya stupid twit. Ders a whole nudder arear of the stur ya can broos thru, now fudder off.
In the commotion he dropped the blade into the second's pocket and turned to walkaway, but before he did he locked eyes with the lackey.
It isn't really quite pleasant to take a knife that someone else was already lookin at.
Not knowing what Xiu was talking about, the idiot just spit on the floor and got ready for a verbal brawl.
Shaddup ya damn fairy!!! If I wasn't in da predence of an officer of da law, I woulda just clocked yer one, but today is ya lucky day. Ain't dat righ Haseed....
Ya did take it, give da kife back ya overgrown dun beeter
Now the idiot was mad, he wheeled on his compatriot and slammed his face with a badly formed fist. So, now his hand hurt and Haseed's nose was broken. Xiu backed up a bit acting suprised and astonsihed. He was now right in front of the bracer's the shopkeep and the gaurd were now watching the buffoon's with interest. Xiu slipped the bracers into his shoulder bag and then calmed himself. He became more like the room than a person. The four other men in the room had all but forgotten about the strange foriegner, and only focused on the brawling retards. Xiu strolled out of the store and turned down a street heading back to the Desert Flower.
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