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((No problem, I semi-AFK'd because of tv problems to help Dad XD. also battling. Way distracting, I know))

"Multiple metal tables and now this stone. There is no luck here," Vero answered despairingly, "not for us. Possibly as punishment for our terrible waitering services . . ." More dispiriting was hearing that Herryk had someone managed to get six badges in a short span of time. Six! Its antennae twitched backwards demurely.

"The painting is done so well, though I did not know Master Rage had the patience for such refined technique." It could not say that they were bad replicas; nor could its bruised (broken?) fist. "But fate favors the strong, as Master Herryk displays."

"I wonder if they're painted magically, or something." Cain mused absently, going over to a table and eying the paint curiously. The details were good enough to fool everyone. Cain's curiousity sent his mind wondering over a few different possibilities, but he was brought back by the other two in his company. He looked over at Vero, nodding in agreement.

"Fate favors the strong, but luck favors without prejudice." He offered with a grin. "Hit enough of them and we'll get something." Of course, Cain wasn't looking forward to hitting more of the jacking tables, but he wanted the prizes more than not being in pain.

Greed, it is an ugly thing.

He looked over at Herryk, and smiled. "It's too bad; but it wouldn't be worth the prizes if we could win them and give them away." He said, shrugging it off. He grimaced at Herryk's frown, snorting. "We'll get the badge eventually. Persistance always gets results." He felt like a walking book of etiquette lessons, but it was true, in his experience.

Hit enough tables and you're bound to get something.

Even if it's a broken hand.

All these eloquent phrases and pretty words had Herryk feeling a little inept as far as his conversational skills went. He watched the two smaller boils interact with one another, striving to sound as poetic and wise as these two did.

"Oh yes," he began, trying his best to mimic the others, "rage activation will persist in the resulting badge eventualismly." He nodded sagely, obviously clueless about what he was saying. "And then the ... the illusionalistic of the paint will be .. uhh.. " The Draugr frowned thunderously before he formed a huge, meaty fist and slammed it down onto the nearest table.

"Herryk HATES these tables!" His eyes grew wild. "Herryk does not know what Vero and Cain are talking about, but Herryk is getting more and more ... rage ... filled ... WARRUURUGHHH!!"

Bellowing fiercely, spittle flying from his mouth, Herryk launched himself at a table that stood a few feet away. It was metal, and a resounding clang rang out. Dazed, Herryk exhaled noisily. This was only fueling his rage, that much was made obvious.

Mo sighed as she wiped her face of the dust from the clock that blew up in her face from times gym. She was lost and ended up in a rather anger male's booth. Mo looked around only to be greeted by a table in her face. She looked at the table and it seemed that she had to punch the table. Mo sighed and raised her arm ready to strike. A brief thought in her mind said not to hit it so hard luck hasn't been on your side as of late. She struck the table with all her might only realize that it was made of solid rock. She put a dent in a few pieces falling off but nothing major it but she also heard a few pops. The sound of all her knuckles dislocating her tail cringed. Her ears pinned back as she moved her head side to side holding her head. She glared at the table then kicked it without thinking. She groaned limping away mumbling under her breathe for being so foolish.

((Sn:Trap))

Rising to his feet, Herryk grit his teeth. His whole body pulsed with rage, a fury that he had never felt before. Looking more and more tense by the second, the Draugr zoned in on another table. Next target. There would be no survivors in this gym.

A booming roar ripped from his throat as he launched himself at his current target. A dull thud -- the table was stone -- and Herryk collapsed on the ground. Staring up at the ceiling, he remained still for a long, long while.

((OH THE REPLYING FAILS. D: ))

It didn't take a genius by any measure to recognize that Herryk's strength lied in his... well, strength, and not in his head. Cain grimaced as Herryk took his rage out first on a metal table, and then on a stone one. He looked over at Vero with a furrowed brow, sighing a little. "Whatever it is that makes us angry, I don't think rage is something you can really control." He said finally, going over to Herryk.

"We should try another gym." He offered Herryk an encouraging grin. "Maybe they've run out of fish. Or we can try some other one." He'd only been to the two, and was looking forward to seeing others. Hopefully with less painful results. Still, the frustration seemed to feed from Herryk to Cain. As he started walking towards the exit, he kicked a table that was in his way, not even thinking that it might be metal and thus crush his foot.

Instead of pain, though, something popped out of the table leg. Blinking, Cain crouched down to pick it up. It seemed to be... A Rage PP? "... Huh." He grinned a little, pocketting the little prize, and turned around. "See? Persistance!" YEY!

((SN: adonabenedicta))

Artemis was back wit ha vengence this time. He wanted to win, and he wanted it badly. So what if his hand felt like he had shattered it into a million pieces! Mother knew Fear healing ,so he would be fine after all was said and done.

"Please Jack, just one table..."

The Tattoo Demon wound up his punch, and threw it at the nearest rage inducing flat surface.

Grimacing, Jericho stared some more at the tables. Ok. Maybe if he picked out his targets more carefully, he might be able to bust through something at the very least. As tough as he was, there was still only so many metal and stone tables his knuckles could take.

Picking out one that looked pretty breakable, the dragon launched himself at it, letting out a furious roar as he did so. This roar soon turned into one of pain as his hand met with yet another stone table.

Biting his lip to try and not cry out too much, he flexed his hands and looked them over. Some bruising was starting up there. The bits of scale he had here and there did little to protect them at this time.