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 Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2014 4:28 am
Athena's last fight was...lackluster. She hardly got the workout she wanted, and now she was unfulfilled. Restless. So here she was, standing in the bar with up to twenty glasses of beer sitting on a table. People were standing around, wondering what the golden-haired woman was up to. She currently was not in her arcane-powered suit. Instead, she was wearing a white longsleeve turtleneck that showed off her body's form and some black jogging pants with a white stripe down their side.
"The challenge is simple."
She spoke out to the people around her at the bar.
"Who here has the courage to face me in a drinking contest. Each of us will take turns drinking down one glass at a time. The goal is to get to ten glasses without vomiting or fainting. If you defeat me, I will reward the winner with one trip to a destination of their choice, all expenses paid by me."
Suddenly, everyone became excited, though hardly any of them were willing to step forward to take such a challenge. After all, who in their right mind could drink the physical monster known as Glorious Athena under the table, the strongest woman in the world, no less had the constitution.
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2014 8:24 pm
[!]Valhalla[!]Flatlines…[]~O~[] [!] ~”Bone is inch by inch...”~[!] The next day, Eric would awake to find the majority of his wounds had been healed; which might have surprised the Tiger...once. Now, given the things he'd seen since first coming to Durem, it would take more than progressive healing to shake the young man's perception. All the same, he could still feel a few of the more critical aches...and decided that it might be best to self medicate. So, he would be going to the bar...as planned...albeit just a bit ahead of schedule. = = = = = = = = = + = = = = = = = = = Arriving at the bar just in time to catch the butch-blonde's proposed challenge, Eric would stand-by in all his usual finery; having replaced his destroyed clothes with an identical pair, and retrieved his worn-out kicks. One notable addition was present, however...A plastic hospital bag knotted up tight, and clenched in his left fist. The present he'd promised to deliver upon he, and Jay's, next meeting. [!] ~”…Stronger than steel.”~[!]
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2014 10:44 pm
The Morning After...
XXXXXXThe night had ended with sudden laughter and consoling when Jay had failed to cash the check her mind was trying to write. It was then Heita had truly given up on ever trying to get Jay to do has she was told. She was a woman child. All inhibition and emotion. She just literally did what she wanted even if she couldn't.
You got a real keeper there...
XXXXXX"Yes...I do." He said definitively as he brushed some loose silver strands from Jay's face. The sun was rising and with her, so did Heita. He would open the balcony door, letting a warm breeze come through as he toke in a deep breathe. Arm stretched to the sky, Heita began his prayers, giving thanks to Elishar for bestowing her majesty upon him. Inside him the proud demon grimaced but knew to keep her mouth shut as her host worshiped. A lesson taught to her early in the stages of Heita finding faith.
XXXXXXUpon finishing, the sun was high in the sky and birds begin to sing. He would come to her bedside, his wife, and nudge her gently. "Let's go get breakfast and talk a ride..."
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2014 11:40 pm
The morning after....
Jay rolled over and stretched out as her husband left the bed, humming happily to herself as he did his morning prayer. It didn't seem to bother her in the slightest, even as the soft breeze flowed through the room and chilled her chest ever so slightly.
Closing her eyes she would wait for him to return, mentally checking her body to see what remained of yesterdays injuries.
Stopping once her husband came to the bedside and offered to take her out for breakfast... Even if that isn't what he had actually said.
"Sure... Um let me get dressed first."
With that she would slip out from under the blankets, her panties still present even if her bra had come off before actually sleeping... But there was something different about her?? The lack of tears, the horrific bruising gone and her nose neatly healed too.
Those pills worked like magic..
Taking but a few moments to find everything she got dressed and made sure to wear the nice thigh high boots that matched her dress...
Once again she looked amazing... And felt it too. Rubbing the back of her head to feel yet another scar added to the others that had accumulated over the years.
"Alright. Let's go."
And with that she was off out the door with her beloved Husband in tow...
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2014 8:00 pm
XXXXXXAs she got dressed, Heita walked into the bathroom, applied some old spice and brushed his teeth. Coming out, He slapped on a black sleeveless undershirt, matching jogging pants and a pair of thin black sunglasses. He would give his wife a stiff nod, not questioning her quick recovery. He just assumed it was part of her enhancements.
XXXXXXTaking the elevator down, he kept his arm at the base of her back, so that he could easily pull her close when the elevator door opened and she tried to walk out. He was in a better mood now that he had admitted total defeat. He knew he couldn't contain her, she was a lioness.
XXXXXX"Is the bar all they have here?" He questioned openly after they had finally stepped out of the elevator. He didn't mind bars, he was actually quite accustomed to them having served for so long but he felt is was not the ideal place to take his lady. He was wrong to think that but nevertheless he thought that.
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2014 11:01 pm
Jay was relaxed about it all like usual, leaning into Heita's side as he comfortable feel of his hand on her back kept her from bolting at the mere sight of alcohol. the woman might of had a slight addiction to it... In the sense that she was intoxicated nearly every waking moment until meeting Heita. Never once losing the taste for whiskey that drove her to drink it by the bottle.
A smile formed as he seemed a little less than pleased about the bar being the only food source in the hotel.
"We can always go out into town for dinner, but I am sure they make a mean breakfast here. Got to keep the fighters full and happy right? Besides a morning drink wont hurt."
Learning that public displays of affection made her beloved husband uncomfortable, Jay made a habit of being a little less obvious about it....'Her idea of obvious' that is. Turning to reach up and drape her arms about his shoulders while looking up with that unnerving innocent expression.
"Besides I have one little bit of business to finish with a friend..."
With that said she would then grab the arm around her waist and proceed to drag lead him into the bar Taking up the first available booth and looking around casually until her gaze settled on Eric. Who oddly enough didn't look too worse for wear.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2014 5:36 am
[!]Valhalla[!]Flatlines…[]~O~[] [!] ~”Bone is inch by inch...”~[!] Eric would see Jay at roughly the same time; noting with some chagrin that she'd brought...company. He'd narrow his eyes, steel himself, and walk with as much purpose as he could manage; doing his best to conceal the pain he still keenly felt all over. Regardless, as he approached, he would sense their connection. This was more than just some fellow recruit she'd brought to the table, or some friend she wished to introduce...this man was something more. A boyfriend, perhaps? She didn't seem the sort to be married, or so he'd originally thought. Already he could feel the hair rising upon his body; like a cat on edge. But, he'd brought a gift! As requested, Eric had given great pain to the Sigilite, and collected a bloody bounty for his new employer. This was his mouse, and he would give it to her as tribute. Arriving at the table, he'd nod...almost politely...to the unidentified male before affording Jay his closest approximation of a genuine smile. Which was more of a petulant scowl than anything. "As promised..."With a sickly -thump-, he would drop the satchel down before them; reaching back with his right hand to collect a near-by chair, and pull it up. "...A little souvenir from my fight with Tres."Despite his bravado, he eased himself into the seat; managing, only just, to conceal his grimace of agony. The medicine around here was fast, but it would take some time yet to see him fully recovered. You'd just have to see the other guy, though. [!] ~”…Stronger than steel.”~[!]
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2014 5:54 pm
XXXXXXHe stiffened up as she draped herself lovingly over him. The receptionist, another young woman different from the one they had lodged in with, caught notice and became all googly-eyed. With the constant stream of hard-asses and psychopaths, most of the other guest were either disgusting individuals who seemed to revel in the pain of others or disgusting individuals who reveled in the pain of others. Jay and Heita were a rare sight. They were normal and in love. It was endearing. He blushed upon catching her gaze.
Grab her a**... she'll like that. ******** it. I'll do it.
XXXXXXAnd while the Colonel's guard was down,his hand was doing the devil's work. His hand barely getting full cheek before he regained control and was lead into the bar. Venia was inconsolable with laughter within his head, while Heita struggled to maintain an emotionless face all the while seething with rage. Jay didn't know about Venia and he had to keep things that way.
XXXXXXHis thoughts were suddenly broken by the approach of the young man, Eric. Heita had watched the fight between the young Thai warrior and the emerald menace known as Tres. He had enjoyed it and having not heard a word his wife had said... he didn't understand what the young man wanted with them. So like most men did when with their lady and unsure of another man's intentions, Heita began to posture. Wrapping his arm around Jay's shoulder before greeting Eric with a stiff nod.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2014 7:42 pm
The woman did enjoy her a** being grabbed, maybe not as much as the demon in his head might of thought, but regardless the show of 'affection' brought a light blush to her cheeks. Had they not been in public she might of responded in physical manner but instead settled for whispering a promise in his ear.
Jay had learnt her limits.
Yes...she actually learnt something during the time they had been together.
Sadly the receptionist was disillusioned by what she saw, the happy couple was normal on the outside. but individually what they did for a living was far from. Although Jay had never worried about it, just so long as she had her husband.
Seeing Eric approach she welcomed him with a warm smile, even going so far as to chuckle at his attempt at one.
"Ooo presents! Oh, uh.. Eric, this is my husband Colonel Iyam A Heita. Iyam this is my friend Eric."
Making a short sweet introduction between the men as her husband once again wrapped his arm about her. Which was still something she needed to get used to in the presence of her employees. Being the tough chick just didn't seem to work when you had your man guarding you.
Right now it didn't seem to matter as the woman frowned while noticing the odd movement of the man, he was still recovering? Jay often forgot that people didn't have access to the pills that she did, it was something she barely had access to herself and was only allowed to use when she needed to recover over night.
And despite wanting to help there was little she could actually do. Bishop would kill her for giving them out.
Slipping into the booth and motioning for her husband to sit next to her. Well of course he would, he needed to stay close...Especially since she as already half climbing onto the table to see what was in the bag.
"I heard you really did a number on him, I'm impressed. Now what do we have here..............."
Silence followed as she stared into the now open bag, the colour drained from her face as she had a sudden flash back to the spleen incident. Quickly swallowing back the bile that had found its way into her throat Jay regained her composure and reached in to remove the scalp from its 'wrapping'.
"You scalped him?! This is Tres's scalp?! You are one crazy ********, I love it! This is a heck of a trophy Eric."
The woman went from being grossed out to ecstatic! He had scarred the psion and she was holding the proof that the man was as mortal as the rest of them. Blood dripped onto the table as she waved it about a little in her unconstrained excitement. People looked at the group and seemed to be confused at what was happening. Some looking away at the gruesome sight, others becoming curious as the woman bounced about in her chair.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 12:23 am
Upon the TV in the bar, it flashed on as the announcements for last round results were finally being made public. Everyone's eyes who were standing around Athena looked to the television. The golden-haired fighter was not worried that she could lose. She had a feeling she was going on to the next round. She stood there with a smile on her face, closing her eyes as she folded her arms in front of her. Yet again, another victory for the running champion. Of course she would win the Contest of Champions.
"As for the fight of Glorious Athena vs, Bojuka Brown..."
The caster for the tournament began, Athena raising her head high as she already knew what the result would be. Someday, Bojuka Brown would be as great as she was. Or never at all.
"Bojuka Brown advances!"
A series of gasps went through the room when that came to be. Silence fell upon it. Everyone had saw the fight. They had saw the grace and skill Athena exhibited which was far above anything Brown could do. But to suddenly hear that he won was a huge upset. The public outcry was going to be even worse as the news spread throughout the fighting community. People were showing shock, looking from the TV to Athena herself.
And they saw what they expected: a stare of anger plastered on the woman's face. Her heart nearly stopped cold when the news came. It was one thing to lose by defeat, but to lose by points. She and her spectators had all saw the fight. They all knew inside that she was to be the one to move on. But to hear that a nameless fighter had defeated her when defeat wasn't really the right way to say it..."You scalped him?! This is Tres's scalp?! You are one crazy ********, I love it! This is a heck of a trophy Eric."The voice unfortunately was the most prominent thing in the room aside from the buzz of the television's audio moving into the background. Athena lowered her head for a moment. Any sane person could feel the tension rising from the body of a woman who was not considered the best to keep her temper.
WHAM!
The entire table that held the twenty beer bottles she had ordered shattered as her right fist struck into it. The force spread, not only splitting the table down the middle and then shattering it into individual chunks, but the nearby glasses were destroyed in an instant, beer flying upwards before it fell down the center where most of the damage had been accumulated as the furniture caved in on itself from the unbelievable might displayed by Athena.
She was facing in the direction of Eric, Heita, and Jay. Fate was a funny thing sometimes. Here she was hearing such a taunt at a time when she did not even want anyone to look at her the wrong way. They would see her standing near a destroyed catastrophe of a mess, her right arm drenched from forearm to hand in alcohol. Her heart was no longer ice with shock. It beat with the raging fire of a thousand war drums.
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 5:53 am
[!]Valhalla[!]Flatlines…[]~O~[] [!] ~”Bone is inch by inch...”~[!] Just before he was able to reply to Jay, and yet well-after affording her ' Husband' with the ole' evil-eye, Super-broad would suddenly fly into a fit of barbaric rage; destroying furniture, dishware, and all semblances of peace in one table-shattering display. In many ways, Eric was immediately impressed. However, as he was otherwise engaged, he did not realize...and certainly couldn't have been expected to know...that Athena's violent shift had anything to do with him. So, while he turned to regard the incident...with a noticeable smile of appreciation...he did not bother to prepare himself. "Damn! That's a mean b***h..."...Beyond uttering those words with complete, and utter, disregard for present company or otherwise. While, in a world far removed, the powers-that-be would give a collective sigh; unilaterally placing divine hands upon deific foreheads...and battening down the hatches. Hell was, literally, about to come to breakfast. [!] ~”…Stronger than steel.”~[!]
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 1:20 pm
XXXXXXHeita's eyes never left Eric, which left him somewhat oblivious to what Jay was so giddy about. Yadda-yadda Tres' scalp. That didn't matter, why you ask? Because this youngin fresh out his mom's piss pipe was breaking the cardinal rule of the animal kingdom. You don't lock eyes with the alpha. A short snort of the nostrils showed that Heita had acknowledge the little man's challenge but before he could pull his arm back from Jay and lean in on this pup...Vintrict " You scalped him?! This is Tres's scalp?! You are one crazy ********, I love it! This is a heck of a trophy Eric." The voice unfortunately was the most prominent thing in the room aside from the buzz of the television's audio moving into the background. Athena lowered her head for a moment. Any sane person could feel the tension rising from the body of a woman who was not considered the best to keep her temper. WHAM!
XXXXXX...that happened. First Heita turned to look at Jay, his face distorting as she flailed the patch of Tres that was no longer. Panning slowly from there, He caught Eric's look of satisfaction and comment, choosing to disregard it at the moment as he finally took notice of the blonde woman making quite the commotion.
XXXXXXAh s**t! "Ah s**t!" The thought and speech were simultaneous. Breakfast begins with bar fight... Jay was a horrible cook.
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 9:39 pm
Yes unfortunately unlike the narrator, Jay WAS a terrible cook, a great fighter and maker of love. But in the kitchen she was a disaster waiting to happen... Which was why she tended to eat out...All the time.
However right now despite the blonde woman breaking a table and gracing her with an all too common death stare... Something Jay gave people more often than not.. The woman was oblivious as to why she had chosen to stare at them? Who was this chick...Was...Was she checking out her man!!!?!
A snarl escaped through gritted teeth as the scalp fell to the table with a sickly thud, Jay already poised to fly across it to defend what was hers. Again... Completely oblivious as to who the woman was because she knew very little about Tres's family history...Well none of it actually. Not to mention having led a completely different life to the point where 'famous' fighters were nothing to her.
Their names escaped her because she simply didn't know them.
So to the feisty little brawler the woman staring them down was challenging her for the right to the men at her table, both which were classed as hers by right, one of marriage, the other by employment which automatically put him in the family category.. Or just picking on the rather innocently dressed woman...Because let's not forget Jay was in a pretty feminine dress.
"The ******** you looking at?"
Was the retort in response to the glare, it was that lack of backing down to anything that would no doubt land her in a heap of trouble. Even if there was to be no fighting outside the matches, it wouldn't stop her from standing her ground.
((Please note this group hasn't found out if they have won yet or not.))
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 1:37 am
"Damn! That's a mean b***h..."
"Ah s**t!"
Their words could not be anymore correct.
"The ******** you looking at?"
And then she had to break the streak, the one holding onto the tell-tell part of her son. To show fear in the face of her would have gave them some form of mercy from Athena, but it was the female that ruined any hope of salvation from the growing wrath of their aggressor. The spectators stepped back, moving away from what was going to become an explosion of anger, placing room between themselves and the parties involved. Athena stepped forward wiping away the dripping beer with a swing of her arm. The air slightly sung with just the sample of force she showed. She was approaching, primarily looking at Jay. She did not appear as angry she was seconds ago, but that was hidden behind a false grimace of calm, which might as well be even scarier.
"It is one thing to brag that you have defeated an Ecstuffuan."
The air was growing heavy as she got near, forces unknown bearing down upon all three of them. This invisible aura was a manifestation of the prestige that proceeded Glorious Athena. As far as they were concerned, this was a living embodiment of her strength and pride, pushing against their skin that could make hairs on the back of one's neck stand. Goosebumps, anxiety...fear, whatever you wanted to call it, those common emotions were born from the sense of the unknown and the powerful. To be in the face of this power was one thing. For instance, Jay. She did not know who stood before her, so what she took from this aura was up for interpretation.
But Eric and Heita...the name of Athena already existed in their minds. It amplified the power of this aura that surrounded them, invoking more emotion within their hearts and souls. Whether positive or negative, the image of the golden-haired warrior was intensified to them. Nevertheless, she was upon them now, her right hand remaining up in a casual position, hand spread open to the side in an ominous way, like she was holding something.
"It is another to wave part of his being around as a trophy."
Athena's right hand balled into a fist. She did not even try to hide that she was winding up a punch. The very squeeze of her finger tendons made cracking sounds of her joints sing out as she pulled it back.
"You spit on the Ecstuffuan name!"
She punched forward. Even with just four feet separating them, a ripple of force shot out from her extended fist. The air itself distorted. And then a blast of sonic force shot at all three of them. Its width held enough coverage to make evading difficult. And their only cushion behind them was tables and chairs. It was not until impact that the monstrous sound of air being punched through rang out, shaking ear drums and sending shivers across spectators' skin. But neither of them took the time to stay here. They were already leaving the bar, wishing to escape the incoming destruction that would stem from the raging beast known as Glorious Athena.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 5:52 am
[!]Valhalla[!]Flatlines…[]~O~[] [!] ~”Bone is inch by inch...”~[!] Eric, without knowing exactly who she was, would feel Athena's physical pressure keenly; Her own aura piercing flesh, and bone, to put the Tiger on edge. His arms shot up reflexively, but could do nothing to abate the unbelievable force behind her punch! Thwoo-OOOMPH!!!As expressed, the surrounding oxygen would sweep outward; forcing the young Thai brawler off of his feet, and launching him directly into the table at his back. Wood would splinter audibly, and send debris ricocheting in all directions. Meanwhile, within the confines of his warrior reserve, Eric tried to rationalize what had been said...with what was being done. Who was this broad, and why was she getting all bent over about his trophy? Maybe she was an Egg-stuffing, too? Maybe she was a friend of the much balder psion? Whatever the case might be, it took a great deal of effort to illicit any response from the aggressive fighter...other than anger. Especially something so primal as fear. But Athena had certainly managed it. [!] ~”…Stronger than steel.”~[!]
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