Crimson Hawk Hotel [Page 10]

Tres Ecstuffuan Wrote:

> "Ain't nobody gone call me out of my name and get away with it"

"I Believe I just did a few minutes ago." He said. He put his hands up cracking his knuckles, the sound amplified by his natural ability. "Now, You can apologize for not pay attention to who was in front of you, or I can hit you harder." He lifted his head up, and went back into stance. He mirrored her guard, exactly instead of his right, his stance was switched to southpaw, a Grin appeared on his face. As she claimed the weapness of his punch, Leon merely chuckled. "You're the one who almost fell down, I can take what you dish out and have seconds."

However, suddenly he felt it. His head proceeded to ring. Suddenly, his head began to throb in pain, his stomach suddenly queasy, and Suddenly he was tired. That hit shouldn't have been that hard. Even with the girl's apparent strong arms he shouldn't have gotten a concussion from it...

Unless it was from a previous injury.

That damned fight with Athan, suddenly the wounds he was nursing had returned. The Broken ribs, the swollen right cheek (Which was only covered by his hair.) and the concussion he completely forgot about in his rage. He could not let that phase him, she didn't seem like the one to negotiate a possible ceasefire, which means he had to go with it...and just pray this didn't get worse. Blurry Vision only kept her at partial view, whether she heard it or not, the haggard breath from earlier had returned, silver like liquid seeped from the impact point in which she punched him.

His blood.

Twitch caught the gaze of Vahn's companion, and managed a short, though not-at-all curt, nod. Perhaps she would have continued forward with pleasantries, had the situation not been thus? As it were, she saw no reason to actually continue-- especially Vahn and Sierra made their exit just as another person entered. The one picking fights turned his attention to the newcomer, only to have the 7-foot-tall Commander step away from the situation altogether.

Seemed like a good idea.

"Alright, put in some calls... we'll have to get this repaved, so put down some safety cones until then. I wonder if we could get a geomancer to do it quickly... is there enough Earth in cement and tar for that?" Egami Evitagen ended, magic circles simultaneously halting and disappearing into the air like ash and smoke. Twitch hovered for a few seconds as she turned around, finally touching ground as she moved back to the Hotel's entrance.

"Stand down, stand down. Go get yourselves cleaned up," she said to the Suits who had been toppled. "And Bubbles, call off the big guy."

"Alright. He sounded groggy when I called; he will probably enjoy going back to sleep, even if Vahn was here." Bubbles turned to Vox.Flow, who nodded and pulled out her phone to make the necessary calls. "Where are you going to be," she asked D' once her boss met and passed her. D' paused and shrugged.

"Doing that so quickly... I need to go sit down. I'll be in the lobby or bar... I kinda want some wyne."

Leon vision was much too blurry to pay attention to the small lady stepping in, and pummeling into an over under position, her arms locked in over and underhook from the right to left respectively. As their chest collided her breath, reeking with alcohol was the suddenly surge Leon needed to get back into focus. His eyes widened when he realized what she had done during his dazed and vulnerable state. He was set to be taken down if he didn’t do something about this positioning. So he fought to take back the advantage. He moved his head back, attempting to slide his left hand between her and his chest and then switch the position.

But

As He switched foot positions and shifted his stance to the right instead of the left, he stepped to the side, circling to the outside of the initial pummel point, in an attempt to make her lose her footing, Or at least he attempted to. Every movement was a fight, and his footing was more than a bit off, he stepped far and gave more room than he wanted (Though he still had the grip and positional advantage.) His Imbalance caused by his concussion made his movement quite dirty and almost desperate, which wouldn't be so far from his goal. If Successful, He would pull, gripping on her back, twisting his hips As he force her body down with a side throw. It had been quite a while since his training in the military, and even more so since he had done anything based on Hand to Hand combat but things like this did not simply leave his mind.

[Latent - Crimson Hawk Suites: Kael]

The elevator slowly wound its way down, Rayner glancing at the paperwork, then away at the walls as if they could provide anything of interest. A single poster for the tournament. And somewhere in the fine text of sponsors, his company- or perhaps his- name was bound to be there this year. He’d be getting a lot of questions of if he planned to join, which was… a soft ‘no’ at the moment. He just didn’t have a reason to besides chasing adrenaline or trying to get out of the office, and the inoffensive elevator music wasn’t exactly helping him keep from overthinking nothing. So he glanced over the paperwork again.

The elevator opened, hallway empty over the top of his clipboard, and stepped forwar-

“Ooph.” The clipboard went into his face and something soft hit him low in the torso, dropping the paperwork and grabbing- oh.

He made sure his tiny secretary wasn’t going to topple over, then released his grip on her, and then the other hand from her arm too. Averting his eyes to the fallen clipboard with a broken off chuckle, his comfortable space alternative to an awkward silence or stammering, he straightened back up, stared at her a moment- and then offered the clipboard without backing out of her personal space. Partly because that would have been back into the elevator he’d just gotten out of. “Hey Tel,”

“The, uh, first packets are for the marketing, they can just get faxed over. There’s a couple pages on internal matters at the bottom they’ll want sent secured. The rest is the usual. After that…” he shrugged, gesturing vaguely.

“You’ve got a lot of history here, right?” He stared around the hotel. He had a lot here, but if she’d grown up in Latent, that could be all the more. “I mean, if you don’t have other plans, come by later. You know we’re never against good company. I’m sure a little time talking to adults not handing you paperwork wouldn’t hurt,” and snorted, given the present circumstance. But, with any luck, he’d catch the kids before they passed out, and have asleep before additional babysitting fell on her plate.

Tei Kae Wrote:

Eapon the Ultimate kicked the door to Vahn and Sierra's suite wide open, gazing at the two of them entangled in each other's flesh up-on the floor. " 'Catch you ******* at a bad time?' " he asked.

"I wanted to fight down there in the parking lot, and since you literally tried to kill me, I got mad and decided to hunt you down. Now, I am actually game for a go of it." He glanced between Vahn and Sierra's naked physicalities, remembering the Lady Sierra from the World's Strongest tournament archives. "You!" He stabbed a finger at Vahn, beckoning to the man. "You will fight me! Hurry the hell up, and do not come back here, or you will not have any teeth."

He slammed the kicked open door shut, patiently waiting for the two lovers to finish before crossing the green line.

Theme:

*You are going to get hit

You are going to get knocked out

You are going to feel it

This is the Ultimate*

Several drinks later...

The Commander was cheerfully chatting it up with the other foam-covered denizens of the bar. They laughed, they cried, they cursed; boy did they curse. Most importantly, they were drunk.

"Another!" The hollow ring of an empty glass punctuated The Commander's request. Dragon's Blood was his drink of choice, long toted to be 300 proof (somehow...) perfection. It was said to be brewed from the dragons themselves. Or was it brewed by the dragons? He tended to forget.

“So Commander, tell me about this Annaworld.” The twenty-something woman sitting next to him asked, her eyes filled with inquiry. At some point he must have let mention of his escape slip.

Even in his inebriated state, the memories and emotions associated with that place were crystal clear. Yet, how could he explain the unexplainable? Describing Annaworld to the uninitiated was practically the same as describing color to someone born blind. Annaworld had to be experienced first-hand. Unfortunately, it made for a terrible vacation destination since people tended not to return.

“Okay.” The Commander took a prolonged sip from his replenished glass, emptying it in one go. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, letting about a minute of silence pass. Well, relative silence was a more accurate description because of the whole rave party and fight unfolding around him. Nonetheless, mental attempts were made to put his experience into words understandable by those around him. They failed.

“Imagine, if you will, a Lego set themed around all the regret, hatred, and fear you have experienced and ever will experience in your life. You are locked in a room with this set and cannot leave until it is constructed in its entirety. The pieces inside are not organized in any logical manner and the manual itself is well over a thousand pages. ALL of them are pictures of a hand flipping you the bird. THAT is Annaworld.”

The glass he once held had long since been crushed into dust, but there was no need for him to ask for a fully filled replacement.

Vahn Fah Wrote:

> gaia_moon *When my heart skips [a beat](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bt-Zeron0hU)...*"Kept you waiting huh?" He let the fingers of his right hand rest against the side of her face, simply enjoying the contact. This close to one another, he could feel the beat of heart just from the slightest touch- his own matching hers after a few moments. Her scent was a reassuring wave of bliss that intoxicated him beyond belief, causing any lingering stress from the altercation to pass. His blood was calmed, a feeling of sitting by the warmth of a campfire invading his senses.

The synchronicity between the two was palpable, as their heartbeats thrummed in unison, so too did the rise and fall of her chest, fall in time with Vahn's breath. It was in these quiet moments where no action was being taken, that they truly meshed like one seamless extension of one another. The same feeling of warmth spread through Sierra's body, lighting up her face with a contented smile. It was the sort of peace that there was no descriptor for, but she imagined whoever coined the phrase'Home is where the heart is' must have felt something akin to this.

"Mmmm."

The acknowledgement was soft and breathy as she soaked in this feeling. It was still surreal to her, that after all the years of struggle and heartbreak, obstacles and world ending events that somehow they had made it through and were finally here together. It filled her being with a boundless joy, the likes of which she had never thought to experience in her lifetime. Pressing her cheek into the rough, battle worn hand pressed against her cheek, she turned her face slightly to kiss the palm.

Her arms tightening around him for a moment as she glided steadily toward the hotel's roof.

Vahn Vah Wrote:

> Looking at the two of them, one would be forgiven to think that so much emotion could not hang heavy in the air, but there it was all the same. Their journey to be together had never been a simple one, to begin with, but the end result was a union that shook the very heavens and was responsible for the downfall of old gods and fate itself. > > > > The view was unobstructed from this height- and the Crimson Hawk prided itself on having always stood out in the city. For these two it was a perfect way to watch the sun start to set- even as she provided enough lift to get them to the top of the hotel's roof. He touched down first, his left hand holding onto her wrist as she cupped his own chin in both her hands, still hovering slightly above him. "...I hate being away from you. As suffocating as I can be, ya know?" He had that lopsided grin on his face again as he spoke, that single yellowed eye never straying from her. The Murmillion brushed a thumb absently against her wrist, enjoying the feel of her supple flesh, knowing full well that despite its softness, she was no fragile thing.

That small simple touch sent fire through her veins and drew a gasp from her throat. She studied his face, taking in every detail as if it were the first time she'd seen him, recommitting them memory and heart, her gaze resting at his lips quirked into that devilish lopsided smile that gave a glimpse into the man beneath the cocky exterior. The one who was sometimes insecure, and had hidden hurts and frailties that he kept hidden from the world. The one who was full of swagger and boasting, but still occasionally got shy or caught of guard by the woman before him--

"It is a mutual hate my love, I don't like being apart from you either. Besides, you've never been suffocating-- if anything it always seemed the other way around..."

--His smile was the smile of a man who had made mistakes along the way, but was constantly just trying to do his best. It, like the man before her, was a perfectly imperfect smile, and it had taken hold of her heart all those years ago, and after all this time, hadn't lost any of it's charm of affect on her. She bit her lip in anticipation~

Vahn Fah Wrote:

> The sounds of Latent seemed to tune out into the background as he reached up with both hands now and aimed to bring her low enough to the ground so he could press his lips against hers, unable to resist any longer. That contact would be near electric, like the spark in an engine and swell throughout his entire body. Their connection through the Soul Bond seemed to only amplify both the physical and mental sensations, flooding him with a warmth that would all too familiar to him from his lower waist. > > > > She drove him to the brink simply by being and he could never get enough. > > > > *...these feelings...**...as clear as they are...can't be misunderstood.*

Her eyes locked with his, they would seem to be a shade or two brighter with the raw emotion pouring between the pair and her gaze hazy with intoxication, before fluttering closed and giving way to the kiss. As he drew her into him, she let him bring her down to the cement of the roof, her feet touching silently as she furled her wings neatly at her back. Warping her arms around his neck, her mouth retuned his lips eagerness with equal enthusiasm, the tip of her tongue flicking out as an invitation to deepen the kiss further, as she wrapped one hand in thick black of his hair. The air around them rose in temperature as the heat lept between them.

She had waited so long for this, and it had been worth everything...

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Meanwhile, elsewhere in a hotel suite--

Some poor unfortunate lovebirds who were much further ahead in their dance of affections, where experiencing the truly terrifying and bewildering interruption of a man deranged from an unclear obsession as he broke down their door and made violent demands.

It would seem that breaking out would not be as simple as he once thought, from his scattered mind to the fact that she seemed well adept at what she was doing for grappling it would seem that he would be greatly challenged when it comes to grappling, this was proven when she took a squeeze of his right tricep, he gritted his teeth, but was not prepared for her next action, her other hand grabbed onto his groin, he yelped in pain only to suddenly be lifted up over her head. However, she overestimated the distance of which he was thrown. Instead of landing safely on the floor of the bar table, his twisting body slammed onto the flat edge of the table, stomach first.

He heard the rattling of his ribs, as his body crashed into the table, more ribs, broken. He then crumpled onto the floor, seemingly hold onto his stomach. Something went wrong, but he attempted to ignore it at first. Shooting right back up from the table and staring at Sapphira with his lone eye...That was until his eyes widened and blood projected itself from his month, He knelt back down yet again, holding his stomach, his breath was shorter, and his skin was starting to turn a purplish blue. He could hear his heartbeat speed up, and the pain that suddenly shot out every time he breathed.

One of the broken ribs had punctured his lungs.

He tried to say something but nothing came out, it was quite hard to say much when you were probably in the middle of slow excruciating pain. He struggled to lift himself up still, he couldn't quit now, but he could also barely move. It was clear that he needed help and immediately