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 Posted: Mon May 16, 2022 6:46 am
Ranzou Yagami ((I think we should have a thread where the characters meet. and a place to spar in the guild)) (( Follow the link in my signature. burning_eyes For those who are wondering, I’m still hashing things out. ))
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2022 1:26 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2022 2:12 pm
(( Yes. Excuse all the OOC posts beforehand. ))
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2022 2:30 pm
As the door opened to this dingy little haven, a lone man passed through. He was decently tall, but couldn't tower over much in the world of competitive fighting. However, he still stood out among the crowd. That was thanks to his right hand. It reflected what little light this place offered in it's chrome-like material.
This man, Udo was his name. He was new to these parts. People could tell. But he walked with a confidence and swagger that was often seen with those who had spent more than their fair share in the pits, and the rings. He was a fighter. And any insight into that swagger would tell someone that he considers himself to be pretty good at it.
He sauntered to the bar and placed his fiddle case next to his stool. Sitting down, he gently laid his right arm on the countertop and the sound of metal on wood was soft, but true. Looking over to the bar tender, he nodded once and said in a voice that was soft spoken, but firm, "One shot of tequila, please. No training wheels."
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2022 2:32 pm
As the door to the pub opened, one of few Draconians left, after the Kingdom of Allen Fah exterminated their people, could be seen standing behind the bar. He picked his scar-strewn head and face up to see who entered, beholding a lone figure three inches taller than he who looked much the part of an infamous pit fighter. As the man sat down, the Draconian, fresh from the fight and missing the tip of his pointy left ear, but a nasty scab left where flesh once resided, nodded back. “That stuff will rot your brain, pal, but, one shot of tequila, coming right up!” The Draconian, left hand and forearm appearing to have been mangled somehow, but still intact, poured the shot of fresh tequila in a clean glass and slid it across the countertop to the curious man with the metal arm. “Have you heard? I am running a martial arts tournament here in Durem at ‘The Crater’ with trillions of gold afforded the winner. I thought maybe you caught wind of it and came to inquire about the whole ordeal.” He smiled, extending his right hand for a hearty shake. “I am called Clash. Who might you be?” he asked, fiddling with the closed silver locket dangling from a chain about his neck. Though not perceivable by his non-telegraphical mannerisms, he prepared to draw the great Dai-Katana from the sheath on his back should this new guy at the bar try to give him any trouble.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2022 7:24 pm
Of course it was going to be the darkest,
mustiest, moldiest, grossest place in the whole ******** town.
Ashley stood across the street from the alleyway of the bar that she was...
pretty sure was where she was supposed to be, arms crossed and not
wanting to believe it. She reached into the pocket of her shorts, pulling
out a scrap of paper, squinting at the address, then raising her eyes to
squint at the building. She really should get glasses.
There was no doubt about it, though. This was the place. With a huff, she
shoved the address back in her pocket, hands hidden beneath the sleeves
of her oversized sweatshirt. In fact, her entire upper body seemed to have
been swallowed whole by the black mass of thick fabric, an interesting
choice not only for the middle of summer, but also to pair with the rest
of her seemingly warm-weather attire. She tapped her foot impatiently,
fists clenched, and then...
"Okay, okay, okay, ******** fine." she muttered, rolling her eyes and
taking a step forward to cross the street, immediately followed with a pivot
to turn and walk away and chicken out, followed by yet again another turn
to head back towards the bar because where the ******** else would she go?
Why was this so hard! Just go over there, open the door, uhh.. get a drink!
Look for someone who looks mean. Or... strong? Wait, if they're mean, best
to stay away. But wouldn't they be who she was looking for? Hold on, maybe
they need to look... like, more magical than strong, or... like...
Suddenly, a car sped past, hitting it's horn hard and jolting her out of her
spiraling thoughts. Ashley took a fumbled step backwards in response to the
noise, definitely having been standing a little too in-the-road for a confrontation
like that. She was startled, and anxious, and... and ******** walking over there
right now! Because she was strong, and she wasn't afraid, and now her body
was pumping with adrenaline, and she was going to open that door,
and walk in there, and then...!
Ashley walked across the street, opened the door, walked in, and froze.
The place was basically empty, with only a few sleepy looking drunks sitting
at booths, and two people at the bar. One of them, a guest, asked for tequila
with no training wheels? What the ******** was that supposed to mean.
The other, clearly the bartender, looked a little worse for wear, like he
had just lost a fight. Neither one of these people looked particularly
strong or magical, and now she was seriously doubting if she was
in the right place or not.
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2022 3:13 pm
To look at the swordsman, one would not think he amounted to much, being that he stood at just five feet nine inches tall and weighed little more than two hundred pounds wet. As a new patron entered the bar, though, the manager, the last of the Draconian knights (at least to his current knowledge) could be seen on the other side, idly drumming the sharp-tipped blue talons of the similarly-colored gauntlet on his left hand on the countertop with a series of clicks and clacks. A deathly chill could be felt emanating from the gauntlet, cooling the interior of the bar off despite the radiating summer heat outside. He sniffed as the new patron entered, but otherwise, he seemed rather boring and not apt to trigger much stimuli from the people around him, especially at a distance. His yellow eyes shining in the gloom, he finally spoke, amiably at that, continuing to inconspicuously rap his blue talons on the pitted countertop. “Hello, my new friend. What ails ye?”
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2022 1:31 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2023 11:22 am
Vxce So...I have a question. I have been on a very extended hiatus from writing but am pretty interested in at least getting my feet wet and participating with some old familiar faces. I'm not sure if I entirely feel like competing just yet, but I do feel like dabbling in some casual banter. A few questions: What is the reason/backstory for the tourney, or is there one at all? Would anyone be open to a sort of lobby or area where fighters are waiting for their turn to compete where characters can interact, maybe order a drink or food, have some banter, maybe s**t talk before or after a fight, that sort of thing? Because if so I'd offer to play a character who sort of occupies or even runs that space, and maybe if my creative juices really start flowing again I could throw my gal in for a brawl. Open to ideas about this sort of thing, or if you'd prefer to keep this strictly to the fights, I'm sure I could get my casual fix elsewhere and come back if I decide to be more serious. wink EDIT: That feeling when you realize the thread you're chatting in is literally described as the thing that you just asked about "A dingy, back-alley pub type of place that someone walks into and knows there will be a fight."I feel like any actual in-character conversation or interaction would get buried by OOC chatter here tho, would we be open to a separate thread for the pub? {Yes. Opening GambitYou are also more than welcome to run the Chat Bar* if you like. *Edit: I mean this thread. The DD Saloon.}
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2023 11:26 am
Ranzou Yagami ((I think we should have a thread where the characters meet. and a place to spar in the guild)) { Opening Gambit and Dojo}
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