Crimson Hawk Hotel [Page 1]

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  4. Vahn Fah
  5. Clash Fah
  6. Vahn Fah
  7. Clash Fah
  8. Unchecked Twitch
  9. Vahn Fah
  10. Unchecked Twitch
  11. Clash Fah
  12. Vahn Fah
  13. Clash Fah
  14. Vahn Fah

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The Crimson Hawk Hotel

The Crimson Hawk is located near the waterfront in the city of Latent; a port town on the eastern coast that has become a bustling center of commerce and fighting enthusiasts thanks in no small part to the presence of the prestigious Leviathan Stadium which sits on a bluff toward the northern end of town. The center of the festivities in the annual Heaven or Hell tournament for almost a decade before the event suddenly shut down, Latent had grown tremendously during those years as more and more attention was focused on the small seaside town... only to see a sudden downturn in commerce as the once prodigious crowds that flocked to the seaside town for the annual fighting festival no longer came through.

The Crimson Hawk was formerly a luxury hotel, one of the finest in the area, until it was formally purchased by Elia Noah upon the eve of Heaven or Hell 2007. This acquisition coincided with going public with the existence of The Noah Foundation; a Gaia-wide charitable works organization which has maintained the tradition of Heaven or Hell through various other companies and stockholders over the years. Though this organization seemed to vanish into the mist just as quickly as it appeared several years ago, after it moved most of its resources to a massive man-made island off the eastern coast.

Left behind on the mainland as a monument to its former glory, the Crimson Hawk hotel sits in downtown Latent towering over the surrounding buildings. A great deal of remodeling was done to the hotel prior to and following every contest year (due largely in part to the clientele it provides rooming for), making the building seem to grow five more floors each time the tournament came around.

Outside of serving as the staging grounds for a seemingly defunct tournament, the Crimson Hawk still functions as a hotel during off-times of the year and, because the tournament has not been held for several years, this seems to be its primary purpose now. As the largest hotel in the city, it provides the majority of the rooming for arena combatants, businessmen, travelers and other guests of high social standing that can afford to stay in the most luxurious hotel in the port town.

There is both an outdoor pool beside the hotel and an indoor pool located on the north side of the building on the ground floor, complete with hot-tubs and a greenhouse glass ceiling. There are also separate-sex saunas located on the ground floor, a gym stocked to fulfill the needs of even meta-human guests, as well as a four-star restaurant adjacent to the lobby complete with bar. The sub-levels of the Crimson Hawk are strictly off limits, as are the 61st through 63rd floor suites, though roof access is permitted.

The rooms on the upper floors are the ones that had been provided for competing teams in the past are luxury suites, each easily large enough for four people and for the purposes of security the stairs, elevator, and hallways above the 38th floor are under video surveillance. The middle floors consist of single and double rooms, and the lower floors are the cheapest, smallest, and least luxurious of the Hawk's available amenities.

On the main floor there are a number of conference rooms, as well as the grand ballroom for holding events such as the annual ball that had been held during tournament years and is still held each year on the anniversary of the occasion even though the tournament does not come around anymore.

exclaim As the date for the annual ball approaches, fliers have been distributed around town announcing it to be a masquerade ball, with open invitations to any fight enthusiasts that have an eye for a challenge. Though rooms are still available for rent at the Hawk, all of the luxury rooms on the upper floors have been completely booked up and extra security has been hired in the hotel in the past few weeks.

exclaim The guests that had reserved some of the private suites seem to be arriving one at a time... the upper floors begin bustling with activity after weeks of dead silence. And these people... these faces... so many of them can be recognized from the days of --

exclaim The Masquerade Ball has begun! The party is being held in the grand ballroom on the main floor of the Crimson Hawk. Although it is a themed party, no state of dress is required and one must only show one of the fliers advertising the masque to be allowed in. However, because there is an open bar and no dress code it is an 18+ event (relative to human age ranges, the doorman has a handy reference chart to use with elves and other long-lived races). Should you require a mask for the event, gold and silver colored masks are available at the door. For any other needs, please see one of the serving staff in the ballroom.

General - A luxury hotel at the mercy of some of the most disrespectful-of-authority individuals in the world.

Weapons - Dial room service.

Natural Element Resource - Chlorinated water.

Bonus Effects - +1 Minibar, +1 Fightin' Words

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Updates Index

  1. 9/24 - The Opening Ceremony Masquerade Ball has commenced in the ballroom of the Crimson Hawk hotel! The festivities will continue until the first round of matches begin!

Story Posts

  1. Elia Noah - Coming Out of the Shadows

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4Vahn Fah

[FUTURE POST HERE]

5Clash Fah

I want to be some-one who is needed and loved, not just a weapon that is feared.

So, Clash went to the city, and sat out-side the infamous Crimson Hawk Hotel, hugging his knees to his chest and being emo a-bout the lack of people willing to fight with him. He wore a faded purple gourd on his back the top of which came up over his head, over-shadowing his hair-less brow and hiding his grief from the world.

6Vahn Fah

“Get up already, will ya?”

The words cut into the air, even as the footfalls of the speaker came closer and closer. The tone betrayed a lack of genuine disgust- but held one of actual exasperation if it were possible. Stepping into view, should the crestfallen soul before him glance up, the glint of to catching off the metal of the earrings in his left ear seemed to only accentuate the lopsided grin that was plastered on his face. A single yellowed eye stared out, void of its once devilish gleam; now just a dim flicker of what used to be. The left eye was covered in a roughly black patch, the signs of severe scarring peeking from around the edges of skin underneath. His hair, near on shoulder length as much as one could tell, was a stark raven black with a shock of red sweeping bangs to the side.

Both his hands were placed astride his hips, the tails of the jacket he wore parted out behind him; the jacket itself looked as if it had been assaulted by a series of aggravated belts or someone with a bit of a fetish. A single piece of gleaming jewelry hung around his neck, a blood red crystal that rested atop bare , darkly tanned skin since he wasn’t even wearing a shirt underneath the long jacket. The scarring and firmness of just his torso was evident, so there was no question as to whether he was experienced or not.

He would continue to stare the guy in front of him down for now...

7Clash Fah

"Huh? All right." With a slight bend at the knees, Clash got up with-out needing to use his hands so spry. Like Vahn, Clash possessed some scar tissue a-round the eyes, as well as gouges, entrance and exit wounds and healed cuts and scrape marks on his shirt-less body. Noticing Vahn staring him down, Clash used his right hand to draw his clay-more from a gourd strapped on his back, ready to strike should an opportunity present it-self. He took two steps back-ward and squared his stance, leading slightly with his left shoulder and leg. He wore zero armor to speak of, just loose, black slacks and athletic tape on his hands and feet.

Prana started seeping through Clash's pores, cycling a-round his body from head to toe like hot, blue flame.

8Unchecked Twitch

Twitch exited the hotel, Vox.Flow and Bubbles behind her with clipboard and cell phone respectively. The two overqualified secretaries nearly bumped into their boss when she stopped short only a couple steps from the doorway.

It was one thing to see The Goddamned Vahn just... out there in the open. It was another to see someone about to attack him.

"Hey, boys," she called out after cupping her hands to her mouth. "Can you two like, not ruin the street before the tournament even starts? You guys used to wait until halfway through the tourney to start blowing things up here!"

9Vahn Fah

His right eye narrowed slightly as he watched the fighter rise, unsheathing his sword in the same motion. "Tch."

Not exactly the response he was going for, but then again people these days did not seem to be to keen on actually talking. In the amount of time it took the man to ready himself, Vahn's right eye had already taken in everything that was in front of him, each minute detail from the scars on his body to the odd choice of a sheath on the guy's back. The fact that he was barely dressed was also noted- along with the unmissable aura which seemed to be a part of the guy's bag of tricks.

He sniffed a bit, more or less disappointed even as he hardly budged an inch himself. Both his hands were still at his waist, with his head cocking to the side slightly now, even as his left ear twitched a bit at a new voice cutting in.

"Tournament?" His right eye darted in the direction of the speaker, his attention momentarily drawn to-

10Unchecked Twitch

D' continued walking up, her aides keeping their place as she'd motioned for them to do so. Her steps were laced with confidence, while her face was painted with curiosity more than concern. She was dressed in her standard red-pinstripe skirt and jacket, black silk shirt accentuated by a gold-clipped red tie. A pair of black, rectangular shades blended into the bangs of her hair, which was notably more feathery than Vahn would have remembered. She seemed like someone who was absolutely unafraid of the destruction they could bring, and didn't have a problem simply interrupting them before a punch was even thrown. Like so---!

"Yes... the tournament. Heaven or Hell, Vahn... we're restarting the tournament, at least for this year. A lot of people have been missing it, so we're officially gauging interest with fliers sent through the mail and posted on street corners. We need some new blood, if we're going to do this!"

She looked between them once more, feline ears twitching. "Though, some returning veterans certainly wouldn't hurt," she added with a smirk.

11Clash Fah

Despite the fact that Vahn looked a-way from him, Clash knew the eyes could lie, and thus his gaze remained solely on the movement--or lack there-of--of the other fighter's hips. In a streak of blue flame, Clash breached the gap twixt he and Vahn at the speed of thought, pivoting on his left foot and spinning like a whirling dervish, attempting to thwack the other fighter with the bottom section of the oblong metal capsule on his back. He even put his right hip in-to it. Then, using his right fist, made heavier by the sword he held in it, he fired off a one-inch punch at Vahn's torso, attempting to double him up, depending on how reinforced his abdominal cavity happened to be. Blue ki coated his knuckles, adding power to the blow and exploding at the other fighter's stomach in a spiral. "Behold my variation of your one-inch flak." As quick as he got to him, Clash lurched back-ward, attempting to put some space between he and Vahn in case the other fighter counter-attacked.

12Vahn Fah

"For this year?" His voice betrayed a hint of disbelief. "Just what year is it exac-" He was just about to press the strangely familiar woman, even more, when any further conversation was made impossible. The sudden movement registered in his peripheral vision- even as the thought of it registered fully in his head he was already being struck.

There was a somewhat muffled impact as the fighter's weird back sheathe struck into him, and a slight grunt as Vahn sharply exhaled. "!?" His abdomen had already been tensed from the start but the audacity of being attacked mid cutscene was pretty heavy. The force of the blow caused Vahn to be pushed back slightly, his prior stance not one that made for to be easily put off balance, his hands still on his hips. The dull ache of the impact was felt along his torso and only served to further annoy him- even as his right eye caught the movement of the fighter's right fist- "Tch!"

A visible wave of blue caught his eye even as the fighter struck cleanly- the force of the blow travelling through him and causing the back of his long jacket to billow out fiercely. An almost visible burst of wind seemed to push out from his back as well, even another grunt passed between Vahn's lips.

To his credit, his legs never buckled and he moved no further, even as his jacket settled back down around him. There was a dark discolouring on his abdomen from where the blow had been struck- and drops of blood were visible coming from his left nostril.

Finally raising both hands, he smiled gently, even as he took a single step forward now. "Hey now...that wasn't half bad..." He spat to the left, blood shooting out and striking the floor. "...for a knockoff I guess."

13Clash Fah

As Vahn stepped for-ward, Clash, too, inched in-to battle. "Wind spirit, lend me your power!" Orbiting rings of light traveled down the length of Clash's arms from shoulder to hand, unveiling a set of gun-metal-black armor. Leading with his left shoulder and foot, Clash closed with Vahn, throwing a left snap-jab at the other fighter's nose, attempting to give him a face full of steel.

14Vahn Fah

"..." His eyebrows raised a bit as he took notice of the change in the fighter's appearance. He was no stranger to all manner of abilities, always confident that he would never cease to be amazed at what could get thrown his way.

His eye kept the placement of the fighter's weapon in mind, even as the guy came in. Vahn was extremely well aware of the blind spot that he possessed - in fact, it was something anyone worth their salt would have focused on compensating for so it would not be as severe a handicap. "You seem to not want to really talk here-" even as that left jab was coming in, Vahn was already half-stepping to the left, clearing it and turning his torso to the side as well and not presenting as open a target as before as he evaded.

His left foot would go sliding along the blood that he had spat out earlier, a faint haze of heat seen coming from the bottom of the seemingly clunky, metal boot. "-Is it a bad time? Girl left ya or somethin'?"