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 Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2016 2:04 am
THREAD LOCATION
▶ THE SLUMS ~ LATE AFTERNOON
THRIFT SHOP DELIGHTS ~ BORDER OF LOWER CLASS/SLUMS BUILDING
leads to
An Underground Fighter's Colosseum.
STATUS
Open To Everyone OOC: will get an Arinatu starter post up for this soon. ^^ OOC 2: I will include a scene information post below this one smile
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2016 6:28 am
It's Underground Colosseum hidden by the normal shop building that is located on the edge of the better part of the slums and in the lower or lower-middle class citizens section of Saxon City. This location allows you safety and makes it easier for poor, normal class, upper class, elite, slum dwellers and gangsters of all locations to be able to come and go as necessary. The shop that is half in slums and half not is called: Thrift Shop Delights. Inside the old couple who owns it will allow Gangsters of Crownless, Ghost or Blood Nation to enter through the employees entrance to avoid arising suspicion. The old couple inside is neutral yet prefers the gangsters over the law and bounty hunters. Each gang has a different phrase that allows them to be allowed behind the barred off checkout desk the old couple are behind. Behind them is the a hallway that leads underground and out into the main areas of the Colosseum.
Anyone not affiliated with a gang. Well you have to pay to buy the password to get in. Be invited by those who are fighters or owners of fighters or have access to all the fighter arena scenes, both legal or otherwise, and then find those metal doors in the alleyways. Whether you are someone wishing to bid or a spectator...have to use the alley way doors.
So for those who fit that, well, around the sides of Thrift Shop Delights, you can find a door in the alleys on either side of the building. Where you then knock thrice (three times) and speak a secret code phrase. Whether, it is by the alley ways of the slum or the lower class citizens. Once you have knocked three times, someone slides it open and demands the password. Once you give the password, and its correct you should hear the sound of metal slamming shut. The sound of door opening at the far end then the metal door will open. Head down the sloping hallway and to the light at the end of the tunnel and you'll be out in the Colosseum with the rest of the spectators...beneath the building known as Thrift Shop Delights.
Where the Fighter Arena comes complete with Spectator's Area, the circle fight ring further below, fighter waiting area, and more.
This weeks password is:
When in Rome...do as the Roman's do.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2016 7:59 am
 ✦✦✦ARINATU "Natu" NAHIN✦✦✦✦✦✦MODEL/WEALTHY MILLIONARE✦✦✦ With:npc viewers, npc fighters in the arena fight ring, npcs basically
Where Am I?:Spectator's Area : Fighter Ring Arena ~ Slums Of City Arinatu had been getting better all the time. A week ago Elliot had promised to call the doctor's and tell them to cancel the prescriptions. Make the need for the psychotropic anti-depressants and anti-psychotics null and voice. The man wouldn't make him suffer the numbing and psuedo-zombification that the medicine caused him to endure. For that he was grateful. He really didn't like the way they made him feel like he was a disembodied entity watching his body move around. Or being lost in a fog. Or unable to focus or feel his mage powers. Or really much of anything. Still...now that he no longer had to worry about that...he was feeling much better. Also a sign of this...he was told to stay in the manor and not leave while Elliot was stuck with business, legal ones, meetings until it would be well after night sky...and instead he had put on a disguise and snuck out. Arinatu wanted to experience a fight ring scenario. A few days ago one of his modelling co-workers had told him about an underground fight ring that was like the old greek gladiator matches. He even gave him the coming weeks passcode for a small price. Since Arinatu knew that it was during the later afternoon and the building located in a mixture of lower and basically ghetto area...he wagered it would be fine. Even if it wasn't he wanted to experience life as a normal nineteen year old young man. He put on a wig, a hoodie with the hood up, a blue t-shirt, a pair of jeans and kept his wallet in the front. Wearing a pair of shades after putting in color changing contacts to make his eyes a pretty brown color and then satisfied he didn't look too much like the well known model and sometimes commercial actor or voice actor he was...he slipped out through the back gate. Scaling it and then taking off quickly down the road. His phone on vibrate to prevent it disturbing him. It took him a good half hour to get from the elite of the weatlhy and upper class locations where his family manor had rested for many, many decades...to the upper class location. Another fifteen minutes to get from the upper to middle class. Another ten to get from Middle class to lower-middle & lower class area. Around this point he had texted Elliot to check in with the man during a break the man had in things dealing with several of the businesses. Was informed that Elliot would be heading to the longer of the meetings in the next half hour. As well as told the overprotective bodyguard slash caretaker he inherited from his brother (Elliot) he was alright. He shook his head and slipped the phone back into his pocket. Walking as he pulled the shades off his face and hung them folded over onto his zipped up hoodie collar. Spotting the Thrift Shop Delight and walked over to it slowly. Heading down the left side of the building into the alleyway between that buidling and another one. Staying on the better side of town the building rested on. Finding the metal door he was told about. Knocked three times and waited. A slat on the top slid opened and he heard a gravely voice snap out. Password? Natu blinked a bit and spoke it outloud. "When in Rome...do as the Romans do."He said after leaning in close. Thank the higher powers of all names and powers...he got that out without sounding like a total newbie to the whole scene. Or like he was waaaaaaaaaaay out of place. Mental fist pump moment! The young adult waited as the slat slammed shut he had one of those anime moments where the giant sweat drop tear shap went down the side or back of their head. Did he f**k up? Nope....he heard metal clangs and then the door was pushed open. Forcing him to stumble back quickly. Well that would have hurt.... With the sarcastic thought lingering in his mind...Arinatu moved and headed inside. Wondering where the gatekeeper, so to speak, vanished to but just kept heading down the dark hallway. Until the sloping downwards long hallway led him to a bright light and well lit doorway. Walking through that threshhold he had to blink his eyes and rub his face with his arm a moment before he could see without spots before his eyes. Looking around and started walking through the main colosseum area. "Sweeeeet....they got everything from bidding areas to hot dog or consession stands here..." He got out with a whistle. He couldn't help it...this was his first time here! He continued walking and looked around with excited and thrilled eyes. Down below through open areas he could see many stands. As well as a fight that was currently going on. Nice...this place was pretty badass.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ OOC: I hope everyone likes the description post and this starter post. Quotes:
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2016 3:30 pm
Y U N O xxt h e xx w e r e w o l f
location --Thrift Shop Delights fighting arenaxx mood --hangryxx company --Just his opponent in the ringxx
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Yuno stood facing the doors. He knew that they wouldn't open for a while yet, but he stood in front of them anyway, waiting. He inhaled deeply through his nostrils, closing his eyes and letting his nose and ears take in the world on the other side. Of course he could hear the general commotion. These 'gladiator style' rings were always buzzing with energy. It was a rung up from the shittier inner ring brawls. Those were usually to the death, and usually against slaves housed and quartered on site. They were desperate and frenzied opponents, but usually weak and terrified. The coliseum was another level entirely. Just beyond the doors, a fight was already in progress. Yuno could smell the sweat, and just a twinge of blood - only small wounds, nothing big. Not yet. The ground beneath his feet rumbled ever so slightly with the tussle, since he was on the same level as the fighters beyond the door, rather in the stands like most of the spectators. Like his master, Tacks, who was no doubt working the crowds, trying to make a few quick bucks off of the betting pools. If anything would undo Tacks, it would be his love of gambling. Yuno may have been young, and a slave, but even he could see the truth of that as plain as day. He took a long drag from the cigarette in his mouth, tapping it in his teeth a little. He always got a little antsy right before fights, despite having done it for years. It didn't help that it was just a few days before the next full moon. Of course, that was Tacks' favorite time to put him in the ring. He knew that he was riled up and agitated and aggressive, and he loved seeing that play out on the field.
Yuno had already been in three fights that day. This next bout would be his fourth, and hopefully last for the day. He was already tired. His muscles ached, and he had a gash, like a curving brown-red grin, carved just above his left shoulderblade. Tacks had already stitched it up, but it still stung, and the dried blood tugged at his skin when he flexed too much. He had no idea who his next opponent could be. It might be another fighter as tired as he was, or it might be some new face. Hell, the way the gladiator style rings sometimes went, he might be tossed in with a literal tiger. Uncommon, sure, but not unheard of. God he hoped it wasn't a tiger, he was too tired for that crap. Plus, fighting oversized beasts still gave him flashbacks from that one free for all at new years. Although his memory was patchy and blurry, and he still wasn't sure if it was actually a lion, or four people tied together running, or something else. The smell of blood, metallic and strong, filled his nostrils, and he heard the heavy thud of a body hitting the ground. A muffled cheer rose from the crowd beyond the doors, peppered with curses of those whose bets had just been lost. He could feel shuffling through the floor, the loser being dragged off while the victor exited to lick their wounds. It was almost time. When they covered the old blood with a new layer of dust so that he and his opponent wouldn't slip, the doors would open, and another fight would begin. As soon as the rich asshats above him had finished placing their bets...
Among those pompous asshats, unbeknownst to Yuno, was his master, Tacks. Relishing the victory and winnings from his previous bet, he heartily boasted aloud, eagerly urging others to bet against him. He knew that Yunos fight was next, and that he had already been worked hard that day. Tacks also happened to know that his opponent was still in fair condition.
"Come on, come on, place some bets! The Beast Kakuzu is on against my boy Yuno next!" Some other wealthy gents laughed, and others shook their heads, already done with placing bets with Tacks. But he was not dissuaded.
"Come on, I'll even make it easy for you! I'll bet against Yuno this time, how about that? That oguhta even up the odds, eh? Eh?" He kept it to himself that eh knew how tired his werewolf must be by now. Tacks waved to some of the other spectators, even the more grungy looking ones, including an oddly out of place fellow with his hood pulled up, and a few other hooligans who were, likely, here more to observe than place bets. "Tell you what, ladies and gents, ya'll've seen what the boy can do, eh lads? Tell you what, Yuno wins this match, ya can keep him! That's right, I'll place my own slave as my bet this time! He's a fine lad, I know you've seen it! Have some spirit boys!" He continued to call and coerce, as down below, the doors slowly opened up.
Yuno dropped his cigarette on the dirt floor of the arena and smudged it out with his food, pushing a few of his dreadlocks out of his face as he stepped into the lights of the arena. He was only wearing his loose pants, having abandoned his tank top after the gash to his shoulder tore it apart. His dark skin was already covered in a sheen of sweat, accentuating his taut muscles. He shivered a little as he exhaled. His body was already frustrated with him over this. It grumbled at him with soreness and weariness. He just wanted to get this last match over with quickly. As the doors on the opposite side of the ring opened, he realized hat hope would not likely be answered.
Out of the other side of the arena stepped a veteran fighter whom Yuno recognized from some of the previous fights, and he fought the urge to swear under his breath. Kakuzu was a massive hulk of a man, a metamorphose who turned into a massive silverback gorilla. Of course. Kakuzus endurance was just as good as Yunos, if not better. And his endurance was usually his primary advantage. The veteran fighter lumbered towards him. He may have been big and brawny, but Yuno knew better than to think that was all he had going for him. Kakuzu was agile, quick, and deliberate. He wasn't just some blind muscle wall. He was meticulous. If he wasn't careful, Yuno would end up with a broken back, or worse.
And then the fight began. Kakuzu wasted no time, shifting into the shape of a massive gorilla, giant canines protruding and tree trunk limbs swinging right for him. Yuno leapt out of the way at the last minute, as Kakuzus mighty blow shuddered the ground beneath them, sending a spray of dust and small rocks into the air in its wake. But Yuno had no time to relax. As quick as a leopard, Kakuzu followed his blows, one after another, creeping closer and closer to Yuno each time, and the werewolf was forced to keep moving constantly.
"He's corralling me." Yuno thought, and it was true. With each swing, Kakuzu forced Yuno back left, right, right, back. He was going to pin him in a corner. He was starting to think he would have preferred the tiger after all. In the stands people hooted, hollered, and cheered. Yuno ground his teeth, sweating more under the breezes of those massive fists whizzing inches from him. He needed to get off the ropes. But how? While Yuno took quick stock of his options, being pushed further and further into the corners, up above, Tacks kept on having his fun...
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2016 12:54 am
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jesus is ɱץ ѵιяȶυє, judas is the ɗєɱσɳ i cling to..❞ The fighting arena -- the last place Kaede ever thought he would find himself. Of course he's heard of the place and the rampant illegal business it cultivates, he just never in a million years expected himself to be slipping his way past the intimidating metal door with a handful of fellow Ghost members...for the third week in a row. The first time, the coon had merely overheard his brethren speak of the arena and was unceremoniously invited and of course he couldn't decline such an offer and come off as some kind of coward and be exiled from the gang. So, Kaede found himself holding his breath and clenching his fists in his pockets as he resisted the instinctual urge to quiver in fear at the massive rowdy crowds and bloodthirsty beasts he suddenly found himself immersed in. It only took an hour before the teen quietly slipped outside and went home, lying about a sudden business matter when questioned about it the next day. He couldn't have told them about the sensory overload and his overwhelming anxiety.
The second time, Kaede absolutely could not refuse to go to the arena. Now, his pride was on the line. Some of the Ghost members made cracks about their junior feeling ill at the sight of all the blood last time, that maybe Kaede was too faint of heart to be a part of the gang. Mustering every scrap of dignity he possessed, the coon went along once more. However, this time, he didn't feel so anxious. With the knowledge of every possible escape route and noticing that all the scary people were way out of reach, his experience made a drastic improvement. Seated among his fellow gangsters, Kaede found himself actually watching the brawls below them, observed a man losing an arm, another his left eye. When a feisty young thing with dreads walked into the ring, Kaede wasn't the first to doubt him. He heard some of his companions jostle about and leave their seats to refill their drinks, mumbling about how unimpressive the new fighter looked. And yet, the name "Yuno!" was bellowed from across the arena where the yuppies sat. The coon couldn't help but scrutinise the werewolf's fight, intrigued with the crowd's response. Honestly, this Yuno didn't come off as very imposing. That was, until Kaede pushed aside his uncertainty and let his eyes lock onto the werewolf. Every movement, breath, glance Yuno made was precise and almost calculated. Kaede couldn't tell how much of the fighter's actions were instinct or strategic, but he didn't truly care. Something about him was mesmerising, awe-inspiring, almost beautiful.
Just one week later, Kaede can't stop thinking about the way Yuno moved in the ring. It felt like a scene straight out of some high-budget action film brimming with professional martial artists and stunning special effects. Of course, Kaede would never tell the other members of Ghost that he was tagging along again to watch the young werewolf. They would think he was infatuated or some gross s**t. And yet, as soon as the coon gets a whiff of that familiar musky scent, he can't stop himself from perking up in his seat. He leans forward, peering over the side of the spectator's area to locate Yuno. The last fight is still being wiped away, any second now--
"Come on, come on, place some bets! The Beast Kakuzu is on against my boy Yuno next!" Kaede's head whips around at the boisterous sound not too far away. This week, the Ghost gangsters were forced to sit closer to the throngs of tailored suits and cigars waving around fat stacks of cash, much to their dismay. However, the coon finds a very promising opportunity arise from this unfortunate event. Yuno's owner is putting up his werewolf as a prize...and is betting against his Yuno. Kaede raises a brow with intrigue, but remains quiet. This is clearly a joke among the yuppies. It's not until the arrogant man offers the bet to the others in his section that the coon shifts uneasily. He knows that Yuno will win this fight; he can feel it with every fiber of his being. Just from the glimpses Kaede has gotten of the werewolf's fighting ability, he knows that the brawler won't lose, can't lose, not now, not ever. Losing is probably a foreign word to Yuno.
Which is why Kaede suddenly finds himself standing, all eyes staring at him perplexedly. A few of the Ghost members snicker, and a hand even juts out to tug on their junior's jacket, trying to coax the boy back into his seat. The look of determination on Kaede's face masks his rapid heartbeat, his sweaty palms, his wobbly knees. He presses his mouth into a line, swallows hard, before running his tongue over his cracked lips. What feels like an eternity of silence passes before the teen finally finds his voice.
"Fine. I'll bet against you," Kaede states. He hides his shattering nerves with a slight curl to his mouth, a kind of cocky smirk. "Yuno loses, you get everything of value on my person--" he shoves his hands into his pocket and lifts out a baggie of miscellaneous pills and his threadbare wallet "--but if Yuno wins, he's mine." The words sound leagues more confident than Kaede feels. Actually, he could probably throw up right about now. But he swallows hard again, reminds himself to breath, act natural, none of these people staring at him are a real threat. Out of the corner of his eye he can see his fellow dealers groan and shake their heads in disapproval. They won't be so embarrassed when Kaede walks out of here a whole werewolf richer.
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☾ＷＩＴＨ⇀Tacks & co. xxxx☾ＷＨＥＲＥ⇀fighting arena; spectator's area xxxx☾ＷＥＡＲＩＮＧ⇀emo edgelord
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2016 6:17 am
✦✦✦ARINATU "Natu" NAHIN✦✦✦✦✦✦MODEL/WEALTHY MILLIONARE✦✦✦ With:npc viewers, npc fighters in the arena fight ring, npcs basically
Where Am I?:Spectator's Area : Fighter Ring Arena ~ Slums Of City Arinatu, preferably just Natu, was exploring around. Watching the fights and had been for quite some time now. Moving around a little longer as he watched the fights that occured. This one fighter...Yuno...was really good. It was amazing watching the werewolf down there fighting. He could sense so many different emotions here. The psychic mage was concerned for the werewolf down there though. The other seemed to be weary. Sore even...or moody. It was hard to tell from this distance without actually reaching out and sensing. He didn't really plan to do any of that either .That was just invasive. The way Yuno moved when he fought...it was hypnotic. He hadn't even paid attention to the arrival of the gangsters. Or the boastful and haughty sounding wealthy man beside him. Unfortunately, it seemed the same couldn't be said for Tacks. Tacks seemed to notice EVERYONE. Which was annoying in itself but at least not singling out of anyone in particular. He turned to face Tacks and Kaede as he spoke. There most be something wrong with his head. THe first things he started noticing was that messy mop of hair that looked like it was begging to be pulled. The skin just beneath it was so tempting to touch. Or push the strands of hair out of his face to see just how lovely those eyes could be. His hand moved up and facepalmed himself. He was so wrong...he shouldn't be studying the people around him so intently. Not the fighters. Not the other spectators. He should not be having very curiously naughty thoughts about the men around him...right? He lowered his hand once he managed to compose himself. His lips quirking into a smirk as he listened to Kaede's response to the shady wealthy man shouting out he'd wager his own werewolf. That made his lips curl into a sneer. He tried not to laugh as he listened to the offer. "I will bet against you as well...in favor of Yuno. My stakes though...if Yuno wins...you'll never own another slave in your life. If he loses...you can have all the gold and money I have on my person." Unzipping the hoodie to reveal his gold necklaces and rings. Then pulls his arms out of the hoodie leaving it hanging off his shoulders. Revealing the gold bracelets adoring here and there up the exotically tanned skin. Smirking a bit as he was sure the greedy man there would take the bets. He did say place your wagers and was willing to bet against his own fighter just for money. He put his arms back through the hoodie sleeves before zipping it back up. He wasn't naive enough to pull out his wallet though. "Should be over 1.5 million in my wallet but thats a gamble you'll have to take sir." He turned to watch the fight yet stayed near Tack and the other. He had a feeling that Yuno would win. Could it be called cheating if your gut has a strong feeling? He pondered this a bit. No...the guy seemed to be filled with fighter determination. He wouldn't lose. He was sure of it. He wanted the fighter to win...to survive. The crowd overall seemed to be some sort of foreign type of people...even the rich guys nearby. They were a different type of wealthy man...more like Raul's boyfriend. The sheltered nineteen year old wealthy guy...had no idea what he was getting into. Or even what he was doing....just that it seemed like fun. He was taking a gamble and trying something new. Besides...who knew how long he had before Elliot showed up all Sebastian of Black Butler style and ruined his fun. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ OOC: .... Quotes:
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2016 12:43 pm
Y U N O xxt h e xx w e r e w o l f
location --Thrift Shop Delights fighting arenaxx mood --hangryxx company --Just his opponent in the ringxx
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Tacks was pleased to see someone was finally taking the bait. He twitched an eyebrow, however, when he saw that the movement originated from the ranks of a few Ghost gang members. He nervously tugged on his collar. Tacks dealings with the gangs of the city in the past had ended... less than amicably. These days he mostly relied on no one noticing him. So he was relieved to see the gang member who was approaching him was... less than intimidating, to say the least. And, judging by the chiding way the others with him clicked their tongues and shook their heads at him, this brat was just some low grade underling. Good. That meant he was safe to wheel and deal. He exhaled softly and quirked his thin lips into a cruel grin as he listened to the boy, producing some miscellaneous drug fare and... what he assumed was a wallet. Chump change, and hardly worth his time. But the boys nerves were written plainly on his face. Tacks couldn't help but be reminded of himself, years ago when he'd been a young upstart. Just a normal, successful young lawyer, and not yet a gambling addicted fiend. He could have had a great life. Why deprive this kid, who clearly wasn't near so well off as he had been, to get his kicks too? Tacks laughed, loudly and obnoxiously, at the pitiful offering.
"Sure sure, kid. I don't really feel right taking candy from a baby, but we all gotta learn sometime, right? Bet's on!" He had hardly gotten the words out of his mouth when the queer character in the hoodie from before approached him as well. Upon closer inspection, this guy wasn't just some creeper here to get his rocks off to some bloodsport. He was also betting on Yuno, but his terms were... odd? Never own another slave again? That was... weird, and kinda steep. Just as Tacks was doubting that he had anything worth a risk like that, however minute, he opened his jacket to reveal... holy s**t. At a glance, Tacks would guess just one of those necklaces could buy him a yacht. So all the gold and money on his person, he said? Hell, even if playboy here left his wallet at home, the jewelry was worth twice as much as one werewolf. His eyes widened taking in the display. After a moments consideration and a glance at the ring, he furrowed his brow and nodded seriously.
"Deal, moneybags."
He turned his eyes to the ring, where the fight had already begun. He saw Yuno, covered in sweat but struggling nonetheless. He sorely wished he was a psychic or something so he could silently send him the message to throw the match. It would make things worlds easier for the both of them. In any case, Tacks was hardly worried. One slave could only do so much, after all.
While Tacks played his game up top, Yuno was having his own struggle down in the ring. With his back against the wall, literally, Yuno panted heavily, sweat rolling down his back and stinging at the wound on his shoulder, which burned in angry protest. At this rate, the angry gorilla closing in on him was going to pummel him into the dust. His chest heaved and his eyes darted back and forth. Kakuzu had left him no openings... so he would have to make one. Yuno lunged straight at him, making a desperate swipe for his face. Reflexively, the fighter leaned back, away from the blow and halting his advance. Kakuzu launched a fist at the same moment. Yuno didn't have time to escape, the the blow caught him square in the jaw. The force of the impact sent him flying across the arena, tumbling through the dust before skidding to a halt laying face down. The rolling had torn open his previous wound, which now bled bright red blood freely, seeping into the dirt floor. Topside, Tacks grinned wickedly. Yuno shakily moved his arms, pushing himself off of the ground slowly. He paused for a moment, turning his head and spitting blood from his mouth. Kakuzu took his time, slowly, terrifyingly advancing towards him. But despite how slowly and shakily he had moved getting up, Yuno suddenly crouched and darted towards him, keeping his body low, moving shockingly fast. Kakuzu was clearly taken aback as Yuno lunged at one thick left leg. His palms collided forcefully with the kneecap, sending the gorilla staggering back to try and lessen the blow. Kakuzu slammed a massive fist down, and Yuno dodged to the right, jumping away and then kicking against the ground to spring right back, this time aiming for his right knee. Kakuzu saw it coming this time, and quickly jumped back, yanking his leg out from the line of fire, but Yuno got what he was looking for; he smelled fear, if only for a moment.
Yuno retreated back, crouching and keeping his eyes on Kakuzu as the fighter flared his nostrils and bared his long, vicious teeth. In Yunos career of fighting, he had learned a vast array of tricks, and one common fallback was this - any veteran fighter has a leg injury. Anyone who had been at it for more than a year or two had a kneecap busted, a femur fractured, a hip twisted, something. If they were still in it they would have healed well enough, but any good joint injury would always be a sore spot,and many fighters would compensate their style to shield that weaker limb. Yuno now used this to his advantage and locked his eyes onto his target; right leg. He lunged again, feigning right and then darting to the left as Kakuzu brought his fist down. He made a passing kick, stomping on Kakuzus left foot and feeling the satisfying crunch of small bones underneath. The gorilla howled spinning to try and grab Yuno as the werewolf twisted behind him and aimed another savage kick to the back of his right knee. The consecutive blows brought the veteran fighter down to his knees. Seeing his opportunity, Yuno seized the chance and leapt onto Kakuzus back. He wrapped his long, lithe legs around the gorillas neck, grabbed his skull with his arms, and started squeezing his thighs as hard as he could. Kakuzu pounded the ground, feebly grasping at Yunos legs in a vain attempt to pry them from his neck. Yuno kept his legs locked and felt his opponents strength fleeing underneath him. Tacks started viciously swearing at Yuno under his breath. They were both certain Yunos victory was secure, for a moment. But then, Kakuzu suddenly reached up and grabbed Yuno by his bad shoulder. Yuno hissed, but kept his legs locked in place, until Kakuzu dug his thick fingers into the weeping wound and yanked upward. Yuno yelped loudly, releasing his grip lest his arm be torn off at the shoulderblade. Kakuzu flung the werewolf like a rag doll, across the stadium once again, this time sending him colliding with one of the walls. The wall thundered and rattled at the impact, and there was a splatter of blood left on it when Yuno fell away and collapsed onto the ground. The crowds roared, gasping and cheering. Kakuzu grunted as he limped to where Yunos limp body lay. Yunos muscles twitched and spasmed, and his back was all red and brown, slick and sticky with blood and dirt and the mud made from their mingling.
It seemed fairly evident that Yuno was unconscious, and Tacks allowed himself a sigh of relief. Yuno was such a tenacious fighter, under normal circumstances he wouldn't have bet against him, even against a monster like Kakuzu. But Tacks had known all along that the shoulder wound would be his undoing. It was like walking around with a target painted on you. Tacks grinned, drumming his lingers along the railing in front of him, and allowing himself a brief, cocky grin at the rich kid and the Ghost druggie. They were both such greenhorns, it was really to be expected. He just hoped that moneybags didn't try and throw a hissy fit when he tried to get his winnings from him.
On the ground floor, Kakuzu reached Yuno, still struggling with balancing himself, with his left foot broken and his right knee bruised. He growled, reaching down a grabbing a fistfull of dreadlocks. Yuno made no move to resist, and remained limp as the gorilla held him up by his hair. He cocked a fist back readying a finishing blow, when Yunos eyes snapped open. He reached above his head, grabbing the big fist holding him to steady himself, picked his feet up off the ground, swung, and piledrove his entire weight into Kakuzus right knee. Once again, he felt a gratifying crack as the blow hit. Kakuzu roared, stumbling back and falling with a colossal thud. Yuno was on him in an instant, showering Kakuzus skull with a flurry of kicks. He kicked his jaw, his temple, his crown, stomped on his face, repeating over and over. Blood spattered and teeth flew this way and that. Yuno was furious, kicking his face from one side to another even as the fighter shifted back into his human shape and tried to shield his head with his arms, succeeding only in earning a broken forearm as well. Kakuzu managed to shout something recognizable as "I Yield!" Yuno hesitated, scowled, and then gave him one more solid kick to the ear before stepping off of him for the cleanup crew to come retrieve. Kakuzus face was a bloody, toothless, yellow and purple mess of rapidly swelling flesh. Yuno spat on him as he turned away, holding onto his wounded shoulder as the cleanup crew for him ushered him out of the ring, and into the hands of the capable medics waiting in the slave quarters. Everyone knew that no caim would touch a ring fighter with a ten foot pole.
The stands had filled with uproarious cheers and applause when Yuno brought Kakuzu down. It was a thrilling match, and a close one; just the kind that the crowds adored. Fights like this were what made Yuno such a valuable fighter; he could really rile up a crowd. And Tacks had just lost him. His mouth hung agape as the fighters exited the arena, one on a stretcher and the other on his own feet. Tacks tried to convince himself that what he was seeing wasn't the truth - it was some kind of mixup, a trick of the eyes or something, but no. Yuno had just fought and won his fourth fight, and Tacks had lost the bets. Not only would he not touch an ounce of that wildly tacky and equally wildly expensive jewelry from the out of place rich boy, but some, some random.. some street punk was going to walk off with one of his best fighters! He slowly turned to face the two young men, mouth still open and struggling to find words to say.
"I, uh, I can't.... that.... I mean you can't really.... that...I-I..." He rubbed the back of his neck, mind racing. There had to be a loophole, right? A way to not lose completely?? He glanced behind the street kid. He saw Ghost gang members, some sitting stoic, and others hooping and cheering, still wound up from the come-from-behind victory. But they had all watched the bets being placed. Even if this kid had no rank, there's no way all of these guys would stand by and let Tacks brush him off without paying what he owed. So he had to face the fact that Yuno was gone from him. As for the rich kid... his eyes flicked over the ornaments covering his chest and fingers and sighed sadly. No, he hadn't made any specifications, just blindly agreed to his terms, too excited at the sight of such wealth so close. As for the never owning slaves bit, well, he'd really never intended to lose much there anyway. As far as the official tallys held, he didn't own any slaves. Still, watching those winnings slip from his grasp... it was painful. He felt like he could cry.
Shortly after the match ended, and the next round had started, Yuno came up into the spectators stands, directed by one of the attendants. His right arm was in a sling, with his right shoulder completely wrapped up and padded. Another wrapping was wound around his head, with gauze on the back of his skull. He was covered in small scratches and bruises, but the dirt, grime, and blood had all been rinsed and washed from him, so he was mostly put together enough. although he was clearly in a terrible mood, he still smirked when he walked up to Tacks. He knew that Tacks hadn't expected him to win that last match, so he took smug satisfaction in the ruffled face that his master made at him. By the look of it, he'd bet against him again. It really annoyed Yuno that he would play this game, fighting him until he was worn out and then betting against him. It was a cheap trick, it got Yuno beat up, and most people were too smart to fall for such an obvious play (although he still got people gambling with him, so he supposed some people were dumb enough to fall for it). He sneered at his master, but Tacks looked even more unhappy than usual, and he had an oddly... guilty look on his face, like he was about to tell Yuno something he didn't want to hear. He stopped smiling.
"...What?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2016 12:49 am
❝i wanna ℓσѵє ץσυ, but something's ρυℓℓιɳɢ ɱє αωαץ from you..
jesus is ɱץ ѵιяȶυє, judas is the ɗєɱσɳ i cling to..❞ Idiot, moron, fool, simpleton -- in the few moments of stunned silence that follows Kaede's declaration, he repeats a slew of synonyms to describe himself -- dunce, bonehead, <******** dumbass. He shoves his hands back into his pockets, returning his possessions to their rightful secure places; he clenches his fingers into shaky fists as he tries to maintain a look of confidence. Tacks's incredulous, unimpressed response is expected and very much warranted. If Kaede had been a bit more naive, his cool facade would have crumbled under that mocking tone. Instead, the curl to the coon's lips grows, and he gives a curt nod of his head before moving to sit back down. As his knees bend, Kaede's eyes are drawn to movement at his peripherals. Steely grey hues land on a strange man with bronze skin and a glittering voice. The man's lilt is almost familiar, but Kaede is sure he has never seen this person before in his short life; there's no way he could forget such distinct features.
As soon as Kaede is back in his seat, his gang friends are scolding him, grinding their knuckles into his scalp, grabbing fervently at his bicep, spitting harsh slurs. If it weren't for the teen's sharp hearing he probably wouldn't have heard the tanned man's own wager. Nevertheless, Kaede isn't given even one second to respond as he cowers under the other Ghost members' justified reprimands. Maybe he really is a huge nitwit. After all, that little baggie he held up is worth a whole month's rent and living expenses combined. The sudden dread of not having the funds to support himself in the near future sinks heavy in his gut, and he has to swallow hard to keep it down. No, he won't have to give up his drugs, his entire business. Yuno won't lose. They'll both win.
The overwhelming stench of blood and sweat promptly draws Kaede's attention, and he instinctively leans forward to watch the fight that has already begun. As soon as his eyes land on Yuno, the young boy feels like he's been caught in a trance. His vision narrows down, he blocks out the urgent voices around him, so all he sees and hears is the fight below. The first blow Yuno receives has Kaede sucking in a sharp breath, wincing as if he had felt the impact himself. The waterfall of blood that begins to ooze down the werewolf's back is nauseating to watch, and the coon almost looks away, but can't. No, he has to watch. His livelihood depends on this. When Yuno stands and takes initiative, Kaede is quickly reminded why he so recklessly bet on the fighter. Yuno's signature tact is on display as he lunges for his opponent, senses the gorilla's weakness, and attacks his target relentlessly. Where the others in the audience probably smell sweat and dust mixed with blood, Kaede catches the pungent fear wafting off of Kakuzu. As Yuno gets the gorilla in a headlock, the whole crowd seems to collectively hold their breath. This is it, the underdog has won!
But then, in a blink, the tables turn. The tense moment gives away; the sickening thud of Yuno's body against the wall sparks an uproar from the spectators. Kaede cringes, reflexively brings his hands up to block his poor ears. There's a gross acidity stinging the back of the coon's throat as his heart pounds and his palms sweat. No, no, no, he couldn't have been wrong. Yuno won't lose, can't lose...The werewolf is too full of vigor and aggression and that undeniable stupid will to live, even if it's all in vain. When Yuno is picked up by his hair, Kaede closes his eyes for a brief moment. The sight of the other male so beaten and bloody churns his stomach threateningly. But, he needs to keep watching, to know the outcome of his idiocy. And just as the boy's lids flutter open, so do those piercing bright orbs. Before Kaede can feel the shift of his emotions from uneasiness to joy, Yuno is beating the ever-living s**t out of Kakuzu.
In the next heartbeat, the audience is a flurry of cheers and groans and shouts and curses. Kaede is absolutely dumbstruck. His eyes are wide, his mouth slightly ajar, his hands still pressed tightly over his sensitive ears. The feeling of hands pushing him jostle Kaede from his daze, and he blinks slowly before he registers the shitfaced grins of his fellow Ghost members. Muffled through his palms, the coon can discern that he's being congratulated, praised, rewarded. For what? Oh, that's right. He's now the proud owner of that beaten and bloody brawler.
Kaede turns his head and makes eye contact with pupils that are just as disbelieving as his own. Tacks seems flustered, floundering for some coherent statement. The sight is mildly amusing and brings that lopsided smirk back to the teen's lips. Slowly, Kaede lets his hands fall from his head and crosses them across his chest. There's a faint scent of horror, and the coon knows it's from Yuno's now former owner. The man has ******** up big time and there is no way he's going to weasel his way out of this -- especially not with so many witnesses including a large handful of observant Ghost gangsters.
There's a smart remark on the tip of Kaede's tongue, but before he can push it out, a familiar aroma catches his attention. Eager gray eyes dart in the direction of Yuno approaching in his full intimidating attitude complete with a satisfied smirk. The coon completely loses his voice, unsure if he's overcome with terror or awe. It's not until the werewolf's grin fades that Kaede finally speaks up. "I'm your new master," he explains bluntly. Okay, he definitely could have gone about this in a better manner. The teen hastily stands, tries to suppress the toothy grin that wants to creep across his mouth. His heartbeat echoes in his ears. "I won the bet. Yuno is mine now." There it is again, the cockiness masking his underlying anxiety. But he can't back down now, he's in too deep.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2016 9:32 am
Y U N O xxt h e xx w e r e w o l f
location --Thrift Shop Delights spectators arenaxx mood --pissedxx company --Kaede & Natuxx
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Yuno glared at Tacks expectantly, but it was someone else who answered him.
"I'm your new master."
Yuno turned his gaze to see who was talking and if they were indeed addressing him, and not some other poor mook. But no, sure as sin, there was a man standing there... well, a boy more like. Tight lipped and pale faced with a mop of dark hair, and the look in his eyes of someone who has just unexpectedly won bigtime.
"I won the bet. Yuno is mine now." Yuno narrowed his eyes into a furious scowl. He may not have been able to transform on command, but you would be able to believe he could, taking a look at the snarl on his face. He turned back to Tacks, and slowly hissed, baring his teeth,
"Is this a ******** joke?" He knew that Tacks liked to bet against him sometimes, but this? Really?? Tacks was at a loss. He sighed heavily, and took his time pulling a cigarette case out from his inner jacket pocket. Yuno kept his teeth bared and his eyes on the fairy as he withdrew a cigarette, snapped the case shut, tucked the case away, went digging for his lighter in his pockets, lit up, and took a deep drag. After a long exhale, sending smoke curling up above them, Tacks gave Yuno a helpless shrug. He gave another quick glance at the gang thugs, but no, a few were even eyeing him, and he doubted that it was because of his pretty face.
"Sorry kid," he said "That's how it is." And with that, he quickly spun on his heel and walked off, only sparing a quick glare for the rich kid who was no doubt feeling pleased with himself. As Tacks passed him, however, he feigned a sneeze. In doing so, he was able to spread just a little of his fairy dust around the boy. It was harmless, but later it would make it almost impossible for the boy to remember what he looked like, or pick out his face in a lineup. 'No slaves ever again my a**.'
Yuno shouted after him
"Wait, what the- get bACK HERE! HEY! LISTEN TO ME YOU SPARKLING ******** ASSWIPE, GET BACK HERE! .....whAT ABOUT MY CLOTHES!?? But Tacks had already disappeared into the bustling throngs of spectators. Yuno ground his teeth in anger. So that was it?? He was supposed to accept just being dumped off here with some random kid?? All of his stuff, his clothes (sure, technically nothing was his, he was a slave, but still!), the place he'd lived for as long as he could remember, all gone, just like that!? Just because stupid Tacks bet him... against himself!? IDIOT! Yuno snarled, spitting on the ground after him. "FINE! ******** OFF THEN! I HOPE YOU GET ******** LYNCHED! GODDAMN FAIRY ******** style="color: #17172E"> He would have shaken his fist at him, but every movement of his arms sent little spasms of pain through his back and shoulders. His head was swimming, and now it was only partially from that bad collision with the wall.
Slowly he turned to face the kid who had spoken before. Yunos disgust was written plainly on his face. The boy just reeked of nerves, anxiety, and just generally the air of someone who was kicked around a lot. Some meek omega type who no doubt was now thinking that every dog had its day, and he now got to be the boss of the bid bad wolf. Well, he was sorely mistaken. Without hesitating, Yuno strode up to the black haired kid, glaring at him with cold yellow eyes. He leaned closer to him, wrinkling his nose and scrutinizing him, looking him up and down and analyzing him the way one might when deciding whether or not to buy a dubious piece of meat from the market. He then inhaled, deeply, through his nose, and got a clean read of him. Anxiety permeated every bit of him. He smelled dirt, a faint whiff of gasoline, asphalt, a few miscellaneous chemical smells of some kind, and the barest hint of blood. But Yuno was fairly certain the blood smell was actually someone elses scent rubbed off on him by being in close proximity. He flicked his eyes to the gang members behind him. Yeah. Those. Yuno straightened himself up again and snorted, clearly just as unhappy with his assessment as he thought he would be.
"You've gotta be kidding me, right? This pipsqueak?" Yuno snorted the smell out of his nose and turned away from the kid without bothering with so much as his name. "Man, ******** this noise. I need a smoke." Since the doors were password guarded, just stepping outside wasn't really an option, but there were a few open spaces, under and behind seating bleachers and the whatnot, where a few listless smokers were partaking. Yuno found a secluded spot, put his back against the wall, and fished out a single, bent cigarette from his pocket. He was just grateful it didn't have blood on it. After borrowing a light from one of the others, he angrily puffed on the cigarette in silence. He half expected the kid to follow him, but if he didn't, all the better.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2016 12:22 pm
❝i wanna ℓσѵє ץσυ, but something's ρυℓℓιɳɢ ɱє αωαץ from you..
jesus is ɱץ ѵιяȶυє, judas is the ɗєɱσɳ i cling to..❞ Alright, so Kaede is used to being looked down upon and generally sneered at, but this is starting to get ridiculous. What is so baffling about him betting against some pompous d**k and in turn winning the asshat's brawler? Literally anyone could have been in this very spot, being scowled at and applauded simultaneously. But for some reason, the coon is beginning to take all of the frustration and annoyance personally. He didn't do anything wrong! Isn't this what people do when they come to the fighting arena? They place ******** bets! And win.
The faint smug look on Kaede's face falls into a grave frown, an almost agitated one. When Yuno flashes the boy a dangerous glare, he feels himself tense up instinctively. What the ******** was that for! Kaede teeters between feeling absolutely offended and pathetically afraid by the way the werewolf is reacting to this predicament. On one hand, the teen wants to start bossing around his new slave, demand that the other male stop scowling at his master. And yet, the words never even make it to his throat. Some primal instinct deep inside of Kaede warns him to keep quiet, stay submissive, don't make a ******** sound. He merely takes in a deep breath and slowly lets it out through his nose, trying to hold onto some shred of dignity and not s**t his pants.
In a marvelous puff of smoke, Tacks provides the bare minimum explanation to Yuno before making his grand exit like the pretentious p***k he is. It leaves Kaede wrinkling his nose in disgust at the rancid odour of the cigarette. Of all the scents he has experienced tonight, the stench of burning tobacco mixed with lethal chemicals is probably the worse. After exhausting his lungs shouting after his former master, Yuno whips around on the meek boy. Kaede instantly stiffens, tries to stand just a bit taller, square his jaw, something -- anything -- to appear just a bit bigger than he really is. But in reality, even someone without a nose as gifted as a lycan's could see plain as day how nervous the coon is: his knuckles are almost white as he clenches his hands into pitiful fists to keep them from shaking, his bottom lip is between his teeth so it doesn't quiver, and worst of all, he can't even make eye contact. While Yuno's intense eyes stare into Kaede's very being, the teen quickly looks down at his feet. The sound of the werewolf taking in a deep breath causes the raven-headed boy to flinch. s**t.
When Yuno pulls away, Kaede is barely able to drag his gaze from the floor up to the other male's eyes. The coon doesn't need to look at the brawler's face to read his overwhelming disgust. Of course the big bad wolf is less than pleased with his new master, an obvious omega, a child, a runt. Kaede knows that Yuno can sense all one hundred and ten pounds of frayed nerves and unease that stands before him. And yet, there's that burning determination in the pit of those stony hues when the teen finally makes eye contact.
Before the werewolf can walk off after his insulting quip, Kaede musters the courage to speak despite his instincts ordering him to stay silent. "You-you have to listen to me now!" His words seem to fall on deaf ears as Yuno walks off, muttering about needing a smoke. With the brawler gone, the coon is left among his fellow gangsters choking his senses with their excitement and laughter, shouting about their lucky b*****d of a subordinate, teasing him for not being able to reign in his new plaything. Kaede wants to shrink into nothingness, run into the shadows and wallow in shame and self-pity. His cheeks turn a faint pink as he huffs before walking off after Yuno, his exit punctuated with hollers from the other Ghost members. He's not sure what he will accomplish by following the werewolf, but it will at least relieve him of this sensory overload.
In some dirty nook where a few shady characters puff away on cigarettes, Kaede approaches Yuno. The coon wants nothing more than to just leave and pretend this whole thing didn't happen, that he didn't win this abrasive slave in a stupid bet. But, his pride is on the line. Kaede would never be able to return to his gang if he had to admit that he walked away from such a daunting task sweet prize. Thus, the boy sucks in a deep breath to begin some commanding speech about how the werewolf is his property now. Instead, he gets a lungful of smoke and begins coughing uncontrollably. The spasm wracks Kaede's body for a few moments, and when he finally does recover, his eyes are watery and his face is a deep red -- mostly from embarrassment. He glances up to meet those piercing eyes before looking to the floor. "I'm...my name...Kaede," he rasps out quietly.
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☾ＷＩＴＨ⇀Yuno xxxx☾ＷＨＥＲＥ⇀fighting arena; spectator's area xxxx☾ＷＥＡＲＩＮＧ⇀emo edgelord
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2016 1:46 pm
Y U N O xxt h e xx w e r e w o l f
location --Thrift Shop Delights spectators arenaxx mood --pissedxx company --Kaedexx
142652
Yuno was still stewing in his spiteful rage when the kid showed up again, practically on cue. In all honesty, the one he was really pissed at was Tacks, not this kid. That a*****e had a lot of nerve, just ditching him, placing him as a bet like he was some, some... thing. He may be a slave, but he certainly never felt like it. Yeah, technically, whoever owned him could do whatever they wanted, sure. But... it just wasn't right, dammit!
"I'm not a thing. I'm a person. A person, dammit!" He thought bitterly. But, truth be told, Yuno knew that he would have probably been treated this way even if he weren't a slave. Shockingly, it seemed society generally took issue with people who transformed into giant raging deathmachines bent on destroying everyone around them once a month. He had the sinking feeling that he would be trapped even as a free man. Yuno kept looking straight ahead, growling under his breath and refusing to look at his new master as he approached him. He gingerly cradled his wounded arm as he listened.
"I'm...my name...Kaede,"
After a long moment, he turned his gaze on the kid... Kaede. He stared at him long and hard, wondering if he'd meet his eyes this time around. After the long silence, Yuno closed his eyes, taking a long inhale before removing the cigarette from his mouth. He turned his head away from Kaede, exhaling a thick pillar of smoke as he extinguished the cig on the heel of his boot. It wasn't completely finished, so he shoved the half-smoked cigarette into his pocket for future use. Yuno turned to face Kaede and shoved his good hand into his pants pocket, and leaned down to be closer to Kaedes level again.
"Kaede." He repeated, his voice low and suspiciously like a growl. He was still frowning, staring down at the boy. Everything about this situation felt wrong. Tacks, at least, had the decency to act like an alpha most of the time. But this kid... he was made to cower. Yuno could feel it, radiating, pulling back instinctively from Yuno. Any why shouldn't he? Yuno was the dominant one, the boss, the predator. If anything, Kaede ought to be bound to obey him, not the other way around! He cocked his head, and let his lips part into what appeared to be half menacing snarl, and half wicked smile. "Mister 'you gotta listen to me' I guess? Yeah, don't think I didn't catch that. Well, Master Kaede, ya know what I want you to do?" He grabbed Kaedes shoulder in a vicegrip, and spun the boy around so he was facing away from Yuno. "Go eat a d**k."
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2016 2:34 pm
❝i wanna ℓσѵє ץσυ, but something's ρυℓℓιɳɢ ɱє αωαץ from you..
jesus is ɱץ ѵιяȶυє, judas is the ɗєɱσɳ i cling to..❞ Kaede can practically feel Yuno's agitated glare boring a hole into his scalp. He tenses up, trying not to cower further or shift uneasily or show any kind of weakness. But the werewolf will surely notice the awkward rigidity to the coon's stature and decipher it as fragility. Any attempt to come off as more than just an inferior punk is useless, yet Kaede won't give up. If Yuno could win that fight against all odds, then his new master can stand here and attempt to hold onto the shreds of his pride. Taking in a breath through his nose, the raven-headed boy finally lifts his eyes and pushes back all the little voices telling him to submit to this alpha being.
When Yuno leans forward, Kaede gets a big whiff of the tobacco lingering on his breath as well as something deeper and darker. A musky primal aroma that makes the coon want to scurry away permeates his entire body. He pushes his nails further into his palms, willing himself to not budge one bit. No, he needs to stand his ground and make his new slave obey. The way Yuno says Kaede's name is not promising, but the teen tries to be optimistic. At least the werewolf acknowledged him. A smile, or maybe a smirk, curls the other male's lips, and Kaede instinctively responds with a small smile of his own. This seems good, they're making progress-- Until a threatening hand grabs the boy's bony arm, shoves him away, and a hiss forces him to cower. "Go eat a d**k."
"Oh ********, ******** a familiar, comforting warm sensation that creeps over Kaede's body, yearning to overcome his anxious being. He wants to give in, succumb to his instincts to shift into that soothing furry form and scamper away from all of his problems. It would be so easy to run now and claim that he was assaulted, that none of this bullshit ever happened. But, he can't do that. He can't just give up. Before Yuno's hand can retreat, the coon gathers all his strength to turn back around and shoot the other male a displeased pout.
"Hey, hey--HEY! Stop pushing me," Kaede protests in a squeaky tone. He jerks his arm from the werewolf's grasp, rubbing at the already bruised flesh beneath his hoodie. "First of all, it's just Kaede to you. No 'mister' or 'master' s**t." At this point the teen realises that he's actually scowling at Yuno and quickly glances away. "Secondly, I'm neither gay nor a cannibal so I will not being eating any dicks." He probably didn't need to add that last bit, but he felt it necessary. For his dignity.
When Kaede meets Yuno's eyes again, his expression is back to being meek, uneasy. The coon still has a furrowed brow, the only remnant of his mini-fit. "And I am your master now whether you like it or not. That a*****e Tacks-whatever bet against you, put you up as the prize if you did win, and I took him up on it. And you won-- we won," the teen explains once more, as if he speaks the magic words to make the brawler obey. Kaede crosses his arms and gives Yuno a pointed look. "As your master, I say we are going back home now." He wanted to add that he thought the werewolf could use a good rest and a filling meal, but that definitely would have been too casual. Without another word, the coon turns away on his own accord and steps towards the exit. He stops after a foot or so and glances over his shoulder at the other male. "C'mon, Yuno. We're leaving."
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2016 8:02 pm
Y U N O xxt h e xx w e r e w o l f
location --Thrift Shop Delights spectators arenaxx mood --pissedxx company --Kaedexx
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Yuno was, admittedly, a little surprised when Kaede immediately spun right back around to face him. He really was a determined runt. Given his stature, and the way he smelled, he had been certain that the smaller male would have run off with his tail tucked between his legs. He had also assumed that, given he'd been betting on it, Kaede had watched Yuno tear apart a fighter twice his own size (so maybe four times Kaedes size?), and thought it was reasonable for him to cower from him after a display like that. But no, instead the kid whirled right back around on him and... started yelling at him. No one had really yelled at Yuno since back when he was fifteen and would kick over Tacks' stuff whenever he got the chance. But once his mentor, Abel had come into the picture, harsh tones had no longer been necessary. So Yuno couldn't help but be a little startled by the sudden outburst. He didn't recoil from him (Abel had all but completely trained Yuno out of flinching away), but Yuno did raise an eyebrow at him as Kae angrily commanded him to stop trying to push him. Well, more squeaked out than commanded. It was actually a little adorable. If Yuno hadn't been in such a terrible mood, he probably would have seen more humor in it. He kept his eyes trained on the smaller guy, bright eyes watching every move he made. He took note of the fact that when he pulled away from Yuno, a hand went up to the shoulder he's been grabbing. Had he grabbed him too tightly? It looked like it. s**t, that meant this kid might be almost as fragile as Tacks. Granted, he wasn't ever allowed to touch Tacks. Faeries were far too delicate to risk being handled by a ring fighter werewolf.
"First of all, it's just Kaede to you. No 'mister' or 'master' s**t." Well that was a relief, at least. Tacks had, for a time, tried to teach Yuno to call him master, but he just always wound up blurting out 'Tacks' instead. Just something about calling anyone 'master' was... infuriating, to Yuno. In his heart he knew the truth - no one was his master, not truly. Slave or no, Yuno wouldn't just bend to whoever said he was supposed to.
"Secondly, I'm neither gay nor a cannibal so I will not being eating any dicks." Now at this, Yuno actually widened his eyes, blinking dumbfounded at Kae. Did... did he seriously just...? Yuno fought to choke back his laughter, if only because he was still really pissed off and intended to stay that way. Neither gay nor a cannibal? And he said it with such a straight face...! He made a mental note to himself,
"Methinks the lady doth protest too much." But he filed that tidbit away for later. He took note of the fact that Kaede had even managed to glower decently at him, but when Yuno maintained eye contact he averted his eyes again. He was trying really hard to be the boss, to be a good, dominant alpha, and command those beneath him. But it just wasn't in his nature. Yuno didn't really see the point in trying to deny his nature. Even if he was supposed to be a slave, he was an alpha, simple as that. And unless Kaede had access to someone like Abel to keep him in line (which he sorely doubted, this kid looked about as wealthy as some of the slaves he'd fought in the past), there was no way Yuno was going to submit to such a meek little.... what was this kid, anyway? Yuno sniffed lightly at the air again, but the stink of tobacco on his own lips clouded the scents. Ah well, he supposed it didn't really matter.
Kaede seemed to cool off just a little bit, reverting to being rather meek and sheepish, clearly uncomfortable in Yunos looming shadow. The whole time Yuno hadn't said a word, just kept his eyes trained on him, as if he were watching an opponent in the ring. Kaede boldly continued.
"And I am your master now whether you like it or not. That a*****e Tacks-whatever bet against you, put you up as the prize if you did win, and I took him up on it. And you won-- we won. As your master, I say we are going back home now." He turned on his heel, moving away from the crowds and the sound of cheering as another fighter fell in the ring behind them, the stink of blood and adrenaline and cheap greasy food truck fare. "C'mon, Yuno. We're leaving."
Now, funny as the whole display had been (mostly the denial of d**k-eating bit, that was hilarious), being suddenly ordered around again brought that resentment welling back up in his throat. His frown deepened, and he strode forward, his long legs quickly overtaking Kaedes short strides. Just before they reached the door, Yuno reached out, gabbing the back of the boys shirt in a fistfull of cloth. He yanked Kaede straight off of the ground and roughly shoved Kaede against the wall. It was gentle, by Yunos standards, but with Kaedes size, it would likely be enough to knock the wind out of him temporarily.
"You're making a lot of assumptions here, kiddo." He growled, his voice full of menace."So let's get a couple a things straightened out here, all right? First of all I don't give a god damn if you won the english crown in a bet, I'm not your dog. Got it? I don't sit, stay, beg, and I definitely don't 'come on.' I don't care if you are my master, this 'I say' s**t isn't gonna fly. So here's how this is gonna work. From now on, what I say goes. And if you have a problem with it-" He showed his teeth again, baring them in that same snarl/grin "-then just try and do something about it." With that he let go of Kaedes shirt, allowing him to fall back down onto his feet. Yuno tried to cross his arms, but then winced as he remembered that he couldn't move the right arm in its sling. So instead he settles for putting his other hand on his hip, glowering down at his new master and using what little energy he had left after that fight to reinforce what he'd just said. He was the boss, not Kae. Kaede was going to listen to him, not the other way wround. He was the one in charge.
He snorted down at him once more, letting the silence hang for a moment before speaking again.
"Now get me some food, I'm starving."
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 7:43 am
✦✦✦ARINATU "Natu" NAHIN✦✦✦✦✦✦MODEL/WEALTHY MILLIONARE✦✦✦ With:npc viewers, npc fighters in the arena fight ring, npcs basically
Where Am I?:Spectator's Area : Fighter Ring Arena ~ Slums Of City Arinatu, preferably just Natu, stared at Tacks. It was like the guy was having an orgasm over his gold jewelry. Honestly he usually wore it because it reminded him of his older brother. He personally didn't care if he wore little to no jewelry. It just seemed to be that in this case...it worked out that it caught a vulgar man's fancy. As well as he was sure that Yuno would win. Though, as he glanced to the fight, it was definitely a brutal and violent fight. He flinched a bit as he didn't get how this could be considered entertainment. It was so...callous and gorey. It was almost like a step back into the ancient days where gladiator fights were held for emperors. Or rather...fairy tale emperors and gladiator arena's. Blood filled, violence galore, body disemboweling, bone breaking and pure primal and animalistic rage fueled man versus man...so to speak...fight scenarios. Shaking his head a bit he merely listened to and observed the interactions with Tacks and Kaede before Yuno was brought over. The fighter was clearly worse for wear. He didn't intervene for a moment even after they wandered off. Instead he kept more of a psychic feel of where they were and walked over to a concession stand and ordered a bunch of everything. From hot dogs to popcorn to nachos to soda and pizza. Carrying the tray of food for both the fighter Yuno and for Kaede the new master...and began to retrace his steps. Following their aura and energy signatures...by far the most difficult thing he had done in ages...until he finally found them beneath spectator stands. Walking over to them at probably the most awkward moment of all....around when Yuno said go eat d**k and Kaede responded with he was neither gay nor a cannibal so he isn't going to eat d**k. Following them over to the exit and held out the tray of food. "I kinda...thought I would buy you both some food. If we are leaving...I don't mind treating you both to something to eat at wherever you want." He said out loud for them both. Just holding out the food for them as he didn't plan to stick around now that the fighter he was enjoying watching wasn't fighting anymore. "Plus...if it is alright with you...Kaede...I would like to heal Yuno. I'm not anywhere as powerful as a Caim but I can heal him quite a bit. If it is alright with the both of you. If not then...free food...and we'll part ways once we're out of here." He offered out as he waited for the two of them to decide. He didn't care either way but he kind of hoped to be able to make some friends out of this whole...experience. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ OOC: .... Quotes:
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 12:46 pm
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jesus is ɱץ ѵιяȶυє, judas is the ɗєɱσɳ i cling to..❞ How utterly naive and foolish of Kaede to think that he was making even an ounce of progress with Yuno. He had assumed that the other male's silence could be taken as complacency, a sign of quiet obedience. Instead, the teen quickly realises that the werewolf was probably just shocked and trying to digest the reality that some little runt was actually addressing him so boldly. Yep, all that big talk really just happened. And here comes the justified repercussions. By this point in his life, the coon should expect such an outcome every time he opens his stupid mouth. Yet, he always finds himself surprised when a fist connects with his jaw or gut, or a baseball bat bounces off of his knee. He calls it optimism, others dub it idiotic idealism.
In a heartbeat, Yuno is almost right on top of Kaede -- way too ******** close. Even with his back turned, the teen can feel the other male's shadow looming over him, consuming him like a midnight snack. The raven-headed boy doesn't have a chance to flinch or try to hurry away before his shirt is abruptly constricting against his neck. Eyes wide, mouth parted in a choked gasp, hands reach up to desperately pull the collar away. A thousand other encounters just like this flash through Kaede's mind: that time he tried to barter for more money for a delivery, or when he walked through Haven territory alone, and the night his apartment was robbed while he slept. This isn't anything new. He's been through this more times than he can count. The coon feels his feet leave the ground and a second later his back is crashing against the wall. He feels whatever air was in his lung rush out in a pathetic whimper as he squeezes his eyes shut. Okay, now would be a really good time to shift into a raccoon. Terrified grey hues flutter open and meet paralysing slits, and all coherent thought disappears. Through his heart pounding in his ears and the fear making his hands shake, a completely useless and irrelevant thought crosses his mind -- are Yuno's eyes blue or yellow?
Great use of his time.
"I'm not your dog." Immediately, Kaede feels offended and maybe a bit guilty. He didn't intend to come off so demanding and demeaning. Was he really being that insensitive? To be fair, the boy had never owned a slave nor had ever been within proximity of a slave to know how he's supposed to treat one. However, he couldn't imagine himself being rude to someone else merely because of their status. Being a slums hoodlum himself, having another person look down upon you for the sole reason of being poor is absolutely frustrating. Despite his back and neck aching, Kaede musters a shameful, apologetic frown. That is, until Yuno insists that he is the one in charge here. The snarl that follows scares away any defensive quip the coon was formulating, and he can only close his eyes and cower.
When Yuno finally lets go of Kaede's shirt, he should have landed on his feet, but instead he crumbles to his knees. The boy coughs and rubs at his neck while he hunches over and shakes uncontrollably. Too ******** close. He should have just turned into a raccoon and ran. None of this would be happening if he had scurried off at the first sign of danger, had taken his cue to get the ******** out of here. Nevertheless, here he sits, recovering his breath and slowly craning his neck to look up at the brute standing over him with that oppressing aura about him. Kaede can't help the shiver that runs down his spine, that voice still urging him to lie down and take the abuse. He lowers his hands to his lap and when the werewolf demands food, the boy narrows his eyes and balls his hands into defiant fists.
The word 'no' comes dangerously close to slipping out of Kaede's mouth, but fate saves him as the rich weirdo from earlier pops up. That smooth voice recklessly interjects into their conversation, earning an annoyed scowl from the coon. He wants to tell the guy to get lost, that he has no place interrupting their business. However, the tempting smell of food ceases any rude thoughts running through the boy's mind. His eyes narrow in on the plates of edible grease, and his mouth instantly begins to salivate as he barely registers any of the words coming from the man's mouth. When the food is offered, the teen hastily stands, but not without stumbling a bit.
"Free food....?" Kaede whispers, sounding slightly dubious. He really shouldn't fall for such an obvious trap, but he can't help the faint growling of his stomach. Without much hesitation, he juts a hand out to nab a hot dog and quickly turns away from the other two to begin unceremoniously shoving it into his mouth. Between mouthfuls, he shoots Yuno a displeased frown. He wants so badly to stand up to the werewolf, but knows that it will only be rewarded with a swift a**-kicking. After swallowing his food, Kaede turns to the tanned man and gives an apathetic shrug. "I don't care what you do to that...that-- to Yuno." He had wanted to insult the towering brawler, yet quickly decided against such a risky action in favour of holding onto his dear life. "After all, he is his own person. Let him do what he wants," the coon finishes, his words sounding more sincere than bitter. He turns his back to them again and continues scarfing down his hot dog like his life depended on it. "Eat his d**k for all I care..." Kaede grumbles moodily to himself.
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