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Marx laid out by the pool, taking in the peak rays of the sun. After having been accepted for the tournament, the Djinn was more than happy to go to the hotel, where he found a sweet pool. The dark skinned warrior relaxed on a long chair, beside where his sword, Sharrkan, was laid out as well. A swordsman should never leave his sword away from him, even if all he wore happened to be a clinging pair of blue shorts. Being defenseless could mean death. So Marx took his sword with him everywhere, even when he went to the bathroom.

Marx pushed his shades harder over his eyes, so that the heated rays of light didn't bun marks into his corneas. God, that feeling sucked, having to see that weird burst of light whenever you blinked. Marx wasn't going to have that. The black Shades looked cool, anyways.

For now, the man laid out, with a light smile spread upon his lips. He felt calm, pleased, and a tingle of excitement was playing down his spine, just for having been accepted.

Anticipation was looming over the barbarous sociopath, succumbed to events that kept him away from the fighting scene for years. It wasn't the glamorous hotel, the roar of the crowd, or even the prize that went with the renown; he craved the thrill of combat and the rush which enveloped him. Maybe it originated from his heinous upbringings or an acquired taste, regardless he reminiscence on many things while resting on a bar stool within a bar. Many things currently shuffled through his demented mind, yet the one on loop was quite simplistic to say the least. A necessary ritual that indulged one of his vices, Darius preferred to pick his poison through smoke or needle, however, alcohol just had to suffice for now.

Barely recognizable since his previous appearance in GTB, it made entering this establishment easier without being hampered by bitches fiending for his d**k. Adorned with a long, thick, dark silver pelted fur coat fashioned from a Dire wolf, he draped it akin to a cloak over his scarred bare chest. Fortunately, his lower region was clad with black jeans and a crimson sash wrapped around his waist, decorated with Shrunken skulls attached onto it all the while tucking in four black cylinder like batons. One indication that this individual was a past entry would be the black welding goggles fixated on his face, hiding his malicious eyes that mostly seem to lack empathy. Reluctant on the suggestion he conjoined his bladed hair into a ponytail, ensuring everyone he would have all weapons sheathed.

" Get me an entire bottle of your strongest liquor and yourself naked in my room later tonight."

Never one to be tactful or suave in communicating with others, the bartender rolled her eyes outside his cross hairs knowing these peculiar people were part of the upcoming tournament and thus had to be wary of some of the more barbaric guests. Darius did consider severing her nerves, enjoying his drink, then fornicating before she bled out. Needless to say he had to be on his best behavior or else he could not release his violent impulses on the other combatants.

Negativity was brewing and within moments it made sense who was engulfed in such emotions. It was Damon, the silver haired bishie who happened to be an irritating psion to boot. Already savoring the solitude taken away from his presence, Darius snatched the bottle the bartender was taking her precious time to deliver to him. Chugging the liquor like a fish in water, the ex-priest scanned his former comrade; snickering at the apparel he wore that was just bland for this occasion. Exposing his bare chest at the psion revealed a grotesque scar adding to the collection like medals to a war veteran.

" Just a ******** inconvenience as you can see, damn deity bitching about my father. You will not get such luck, not everyone going to do as you like such as that slut Elli."

Provoking people as usual he wanted to see if his little taint detection skyrocketed with a mere mention of the woman he was smitten with. There was enough p***y waiting to be ******** within the confines of the hotel simply on saying he was a past participant of the tournament. Nonetheless his primary goal was to relish the opportunity to beat the hell out of people.

The sound of splintering wood followed by the whines produced by the bed in the neighboring room made Kuro's head rise up from a scroll as he set his quill in the inkwell and stood up. All of this noise made it hard for him to concentrate on his work, work that was vital and important. It was more important than the forced vacation he was sent on to watch a bunch of hooligans beat on one another with boffer swords and played down abilities. However it was determined that staying in a tower all day is bad for ones health, so here he was crammed with two dragons that hated each other in a small hotel room as he tried his best to deal with the sounds surrounding him. He could swear he heard fire and could smell smoke as well.

"Is this seriously necessary? Could we instead I dunno... camp out in the forest and say I had an amazing time floating in a pool, drinking martinis and talking to people?" he said under his breath to Ciyn who sat on the edge of one of the beds near the small desk. Ciyn stood and moved towards the window as he ran his hands over the silk vest he wore. Being shape changed was never a pleasant experience for the older Brass dragon as years of being bigger than everything else became something he had come to love. "Our orders are to keep you safe, and comfortable. We determine what both mean." It was a roundabout way of saying 'no' however Ciyn felt bad about the whole thing. It was supposed to be a vacation but it was being treated as almost a prison.

With a laugh Hoon spoke up, laying on the bed as he thumbed through a magazine. "Personally I love the idea, that way we can avoid any bullshit and we could even stretch our wings a bit..." his sentence trailed off as he shot the back of Ciyn's skull a terrible glare, all he wanted to do was open his mouth and fire off a quick bolt to fry his associate. "Can I speak freely? ******** it I am speaking freely anyways, is it just me or is pairing a Blue Dragon and a Brass dragon on the same mission a tremendously bad idea?" Hoon lowered the magazine and looked at Kuro and Ciyn, sitting up and cracking his knuckles in the process. "This place has an arena right? We should totally go see it! Walk around inside of it, maybe let our guard down a bit"

The only response to the comment was a loud, drawn out sigh as Kuro placed his face in his hands and rested his elbows on the table. As his sigh finished, the sound of a door slamming followed by the sounds of grotesque eating could be heard in the room next door. "This is going to be a long vacation..."

Cale strode down the plush carpeted hallway of the hotel. The woman was tall and lean, standing at 5"9'. Her long-legged stride carried her down the hallway swiftly, and she didn't seem to be hindered in the least by the massive suitcase that she carried slung over her left shoulder as if it were nothing.

She was clad in a nice-looking suit, cut so that her well-muscled arms and calves seemed simply toned instead of bulky. The fitted suit jacket was casually open and the shirt beneath had the top few buttons undone - not that she had much to show off in the bust area. She had killer legs though, as if to make up for the fact.

Reaching the door that matched the number indicated on her key card, Cale fumbled the plastic card out of her pocket and with a little bit of maneuvring she had soon shouldered her way into the room. It was a nice room, classy. Not that Cale really cared much for such things, she'd have been just as content in a cheap motel, anywhere with a roof over her head, a bed to sleep on... well, the minifridge was a nice touch, she conceded when she glanced in and saw the tiny bottles of alcohol all neatly lined up. She'd need a lot more than that, though, to keep her satisfied.

To that end, she decided to go off in search of a bar. Recalling something about a swimming pool with an accompanying bar, Cale grabbed a much smaller bag from within the big suitcase. She only took enough time to braid her long black hair over one shoulder before abandoning the room with her belongings left yet unpacked. She wasn't the type to sit around in her room, she was restless and had to roam. She set off on a casual, meandering search for this pool deck, happy to explore whatever interests she would find along the way.

Aetyra Irsidal was, in all respects, out of her element. Alien technology no longer fazed her, after all, anything she saw had probably already been built and subsequently accidentally annhilated in some Gnomish lab or another at some point in time; yet sometimes the simplest concepts baffled her.

In this instance, it was a stewardess, trying for probably the eighth time, to explain that she couldn't just enter the pool area in her armor.

Logically, Aetyra was having a hard time understanding the argument.

"So, you're telling me I can't wear my armor in the bathing area."

"Yes!"

"But I'm also not allowed to go in without my armor."

"Well, no... you can't go in naked!"

Aetyra pointed over to a gaggle of twenty-somethings in barely-there bikinis. "They're naked."

"No... They're wearing swimsuits."

"That barely covers anything. They might as well be naked."

"Their choice of attire is not my job to judge."

"You just said you can't enter naked."

"They're not naked!"

"..."

At this point the death knight was preciously close to simply punching the stewardess' skull off of her head. Restraint prevailed, however, and her hands balled into fists briefly before she sighed heavily.

"Do you have any of these "swimsuits" that guests can borrow?"

"As a matter of fact, we do offer complimentary conveniences such as these. Your measurements?"

"You could have started with that."


Fifteen minutes later, the fearsome armor had been traded for a sporty and stylish white-and-pink halter bikini and matching thong. Heads turned as she strode past the poolside. Undeath had not diminished her appeal. If anything, it had relieved it of the imperfections of life, making her the target of every male and many female eyes.

Perfect skin, full breasts, killer legs and a**, and all the elegant poise of her night elf origin was on display here. Her long pointed ears bobbed lightly at the tips as she strode past the gawkers, who tried to reconcile the sudden loss of blood flow to their brains and were failing badly.

She wasn't really interested in swimming so much as simply relaxing, so her path led her to the steamy waters of the hot tub. It's occupants stared slack-jawed at her.

Aetyra's eyes flashed from their usual unearthly blue flaming glow to a blazing violet for a few moments, as she laid a hand on her hip and stared back.

"What, haven't any of you ever seen a woman before?

That snapped them back to reality. The three men and two women, all fairly young and clearly the children of some rich fops staying in the hotel, not so much moved as recoiled as Aetyra gracefully lowered herself into the steamy jaccuzi. Laying her head back, she tried her best to ignore them as she let the heat relax her ever-chill body. Her long crimson hair trailed into the water, its tips seemingly bleeding their color into it ever so slightly.

One of the girls managed to cough up enough courage to speak to her, whispering in an almost conspiratorial whisper.

"How do you keep in such great shape? And oh my god! Your hair, its fabulous... so silky and shiny! How do you do it? Oh, sorry, my name's Jenny! I just love your eyes... are those contacts?"

A sigh escaped the death knight's lips as she decided to humor the yuppie. "Aetyra. A pleasure. And no, my eyes are actually flaming with magic." She demonstrated, as her eye sockets flared with blue and violet flames.

"Ohmigosh, ohmigosh, that's so coooool!"

The chatter continued for some time, though Aetyra tuned most of it out, instead passively scanning for potential competitors. She wanted to know what she might be facing, but more importantly... she still hungered, and these foolish sheep were not up to par.

A full-throated alto laugh came from behind the night elf, as Cale strode out of the changing room. She wore a one-piece instead of a bikini, although it had a hole cut out of the middle that displayed the lightly tanned skin her flat, toned stomach.

"Hah! You're probably altogether too much woman for these poor mooks to bear, so cut them some slack."

Without the suit, Cale's supermodel legs were on plain display, and rather drew attention away from the fact that her arms were rather more muscled than most people found attractive on a woman. There was not an ounce of spare fat on her body, she was all lean muscle. Her facial features would have been pretty, and some might have called them delicate once upon a time... but she had a long-healed scar over one eyebrow, and her nose sat at such an angle that it looked like it had met with someone else's fist far too many times.

Without waiting for an invitation, Cale stepped into the hot tub and seated herself across from the night elf woman, a look of amusement on her features. Her long black hair had been let free from its braid to float all around her in the water. Upon close inspection though, it was evident that it was a dye job, although a well-done one. Completely overshadowed by the other woman's glorious crimson locks, but Cale wasn't one to be jealous over such things.

She had witnessed the cocky display of the white-haired man by the jacuzzi's edge of course, not that it deterred Cale. She showed her contempt for the man's manner by completely ignoring him - after clearly having heard his order for the other women to evacuate the hot tub - and taking her seat anyway.

Edited. Just a little edit. ^^;