Crimson Hawk Hotel [Page 19]

Just like zero-telorance forest fire management, it was possible to preventing the Battle Pixie’s every outburst, but that was both resource-intensive and ultimately doomed to fail. Spectacularly. Not to mention unproductive, as Rox’s infectious energy was just as much part of her brand as the literal sunshine and rainbows that came with her magical girl powers.

Her manager instead opted for a less interventionist approach, stepping in only when absolutely necessary. Which made the analogy all the more fitting, because those instances usually involved stuff bursting into flames and endangering lives and property.

That being the case, Mat followed her client a polite distance away into the bar that looked like it was more suited for live, if muted, jazz rather than pulsing club music. Then again, the hotel didn’t look like the place to host a bunch of superhuman brawlers, so maybe that’s just how the turn tables. She scanned the room and its occupants with an interest tinged with discomfort - she liked to feel her Web grow and settle wherever she moved, get a feel for the place, you know? But laying down her ethereal feelers in this high density of magical and otherwise hella buff folks was the equivalent of trying to draw on an Etch A Sketch™ while riding on a bus. Speeding down the highway. During an earthquake.

It was weird, and not very effective.

At least Rox seemed to be making friends. From her seat a couple barstools away with her back against the bar, Mat could keep an eye on the effusive young lady having a fangirl moment of her own with some of the competition.

Cthulhu Wish Wrote:

> “I HAVE A FAN!”Izette finally returned to the present as the internal soundtrack of her brain reached a climatic part of the song. She quickly grinned as she proceeded to leap off the counter and proceeded to hug this dark-skinned woman who seemed to be just as excited to see her. This move would have most likely caused the two of them to hit the floor hard as she came off the counter with much force.

And get tackle-hugged by one of the afore-mentioned competition? Mat blinked, legs retracted up to her chest to not get snagged up in the pile of excitable ladies.

“Hey.” She said around the straw of her drink (a vibrant green but very responsible mint-flavored Italian soda), raising two fingers off her glass in a quick greeting.

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Supreme Jerk Commander Wrote:

> blaugh

Sins of an Angel Wrote:

> sweatdrop

Cthulhu Wish Wrote:

> dramallama

Silver hacked and coughed a few times. He gave an enthusiastic thumbs up to Vahn with one hand signaling the "all clear", the femur still in the other, while he regained his composure. Despite the event that had just obviously happened, he refused to be deterred. He turned to Miranda, brandishing the bone, ready fore another.

"Okay, OKAY, one more try! I think I got it this time. I just--"

His bleary vision cleared to find Sierra returning, Vahn already offering her a seat. Despite the short amount of time they had been there, Silver's work tie was already wrapped around his head and hanging to one side. Several of his buttons had come undone to reveal his undershirt, both his sleeves rolled up to the elbows. An ordinarily unbelievable amount of licked clean plates and empty flagons had begun to pile up on their modest table, par for the course given the present company, who were able to consume faster than the wait staff could retrieve. He waved her over.

"Oiii, Nee-chan! Welcome back! Hurry, you're just in time for the next course!"

Lady Sierra Wrote:

> "I hope you all don't mind! I brought a friend."

themightyjello Wrote:

> "Nothing like that, the Lady simply picked up a stray."

Vahn Fah Wrote:

> "The more the merrier!"

Miranda Ecks Wrote:

> "Your name?"

"Oooh?!"

Silver shot to his feet, far too excited by the evening he was having at this point to be disappointed their guest wasn't who he had hoped. He leaned forward and slapped one hand on the table, dropping the femur and rattling the dinnerware, as he extended his other across it toward the other young man, beaming. The next cartoonish leg of mutton had been left sitting dangerously close to Miranda's spot at the table, in the empty place between the two of them.

"I'm Silver, and this is my crew! It's always nice to meet a friend of Sierra's!"

His hand, not to mention his face, definitely could have used a napkin...

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> Active Post Turn > > emotion_brofist Silver > > emotion_omnomnom Miranda > > gaia_nitemareleft gaia_nitemareright Sierra > > emotion_dealwithit Anson > > pirate Vahn

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HonoRaven Wrote:

> With a quick afterthought, and a blink to enact the change, Raven's eyes were suddenly an ordinary looking blue as she looked up at the newcomer. "Hum... I'm not opposed to sharing." Her eyes could be unsettling she had been told. > > > > She took a long pull from the bottle and grinned "Do you need a glass? I'm Raven, by the way, and you are?" > > > > Yup, up close he was definitely worth stalking, not her usual type, but interesting all the same.... and of course talking to him was better than getting drunk enough to lose control xp

Oh, there it was. The familiar pull of magecraft was strong with this lady, whoever she was. Raven, he corrected himself. She absolutely reeked of it, powerful stuff at that, a lot more like the guy that sharpened his blade than anyone else he'd sensed since walking into this place. He had to admit, though, that little appearance change trick of hers was pretty handy. Though, with him now sitting next to her, she'd be able to feel a strong dampening presence in the natural magical flow, as well as her own abilities. Since he didn't seem hostile, and it had happened when he walked closer, it's possible it was simply a natural happenstance with him.

"Who needs a glass? Booze comes in a bottle for a reason." He lifted the pint and guzzled it down without pausing in just a matter of seconds before sliding the glass aside and taking a swig from the bottle of vodka as a chaser of sorts. Setting it back down in front of Raven, he ran a gauntleted hand through his hair and grinned.

"Name's Rance." He nodded in the direction of the lobby and plopped the flier for the tournament down on the bar counter, patting it with gusto. "Heard this circus is supposed to be a good time. So far I can't say I'm impressed, but at least this place has got a bar." A pause, and a small sideways glance at Raven. "And decent company." He laughed boisterously and shifted on his seat, taking another pull from the bottle.

"So, Raven, what's a girl like you doing mixed in with this collection of fashion rejects and crazies?

Ryugi Kazamaru Wrote:

> "So, Raven, what's a girl like you doing mixed in with this collection of fashion rejects and crazies?

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Something felt... strange, almost off... but it had been a good long while since she drank anything other than tea, so Raven chalked the slight draining feeling up to the booze as she flashed another smile at her new friend, taking the bottle back for another long pull. Her body would regenerate the damage the alcohol was doing long before she would have to worry about weather or not she could walk a straight line.

"Well Rance, I'm a medic of sorts, and all the crazies here about tend to get themselves hurt on a regular enough of a basis to keep me entertained when there is a large enough event... so when I heard that they were planning on starting the game up again I just had to pack my bag and see all the old faces, and new!" Besides.. she WAS one of the crazies!

She waved at the bartender, making sure the fellow knew to keep it coming... the bottle was not going to last long at this rate, and she never knew a man who wouldn't happily drink himself under the table when the beer was flowing like a river.

"Ooh duck...that does sound good," Gabi debated for a moment on changing her order, but Juuni was family so maybe a little bit would 'fall' off her plate. Ultimately she let the poor waiter in peace and glanced over to the large crowd gathering at the center of the back of the restaurant. It was a loud commotion and drawing most of the attention but she only recognized a few people, those really hard to miss if you grew up anywhere near Leviathan stadium. But other than Ms Twitch, no one she really felt the need to talk with and Twitch looked like she was relaxing a bit and the woman deserved that if nothing else. The first bit of red hair flashed as two more people joined their group and Gabi's heart about stopped, "Hey mom, what about the Veli's. How're they holding up?"

No, it wasn't the right wrong redhead, so Gabi relaxed and nudged her brother to keep an eye on their mother. If the Veli's invite had held true, there was a chance they needed to watch out for 'that' woman. She had been a former competitor after all as well.

James relaxed and laughed, his own guard down. "I'm sure you do, but you won't have 'the' dress I'm going to design for you. I'm young, but I've got my own label and everything. I've got the designs for several visible designs, and thanks to mom's connections, I'm making quite the showing for myself, despite how young I am." The young man, who looked maybe 18, leaned back, hands behind his head, seeping in his own pride and talent.

Tellus looked at Gabi a little puzzled, her daughter wasn't normally prone to random small talk. "They're well. The kids just went down and so far, the company hasn't given them a headache over the whole thing. Of course, it's not officially a tournament yet either, so we'll see. "

Trexasle Wrote:

Singles, couples, and groups littered the area, each involved with their own affairs. The group looked up once in a while, something about the stage catching their eye before they went back to their conversations. The couples were talking to each other-- a couple guys in business casual talking over a business card in the center of the table, and romantic pairs in close contact. The single ladies and men seemed fine in their own company, usually on their phone, one man actively checking the area and eyeing a group of ladies to see which one looked more willing to leave with him that night.

That is to say, most of the people in the area were involved with their own affairs. One woman with green eyes that seemed to reflect in the light, shoulder-length red hair with black streaks, and upper incisors too long for her mouth, was staring directly at the stage. Her elbows were on the table, chin on the back of her hands, eyes scanning the activity as she bobbed her head to an inaudible melody.

When it seemed the pro musician was looking at her, she smiled sweetly at him.

Marcus was dead set in a panic, moving his eye around the bar to look at anyone who even seen remotely musically inclined. It shouldn’t be that hard, someone with a penchant for music who was able to hear it around them without any confirmation, granted it would require asking more than usual for the patrons but If he was going to get paid he needed to do something…and fast. However, his eyes locked onto a woman who seemed to be staring at the stage showering him with what seemed to be a smile.

He smiled back and gave a chuckle, well then if he was going to look around, a small break to look at something for his own sake wouldn’t hurt. He would stroll off of the stage and walk toward her. “Well what is someone like you doing alone here?” He asked with a grin, that was saying a bit more than just the question he asked. While he was quite smitten with the redheaded female he was still somewhat focused. "You wouldn't happen to know any musicians yeah, I have a band performing in a few minutes and...well let's just say my two guitarists are Indisposed at the moment."