Crimson Hawk Hotel [Page 23]

Suddenly, Allen's third optic nerve connected to his brain, rendering the vicinity in and around him within a radius of thirty feet his to scrutinize. A woman pick pocket going from person to person, stealing their wallets in a bar inside a certain infamous Crimson Hawk Hotel did not go undetected by Allen's third eye. Allen looked at the barkeep. "I am going to mess your bar up a little bit," he said. The synthetic whorls on the fingertips of Allen's left hand irised open. The android got up and pointed his fingers at the thief. In a flash, five shiny finger length steel spikes moving at a rapid rate fired off at Hono'o Arashi Raven, merely a warning shot. "Stop, thief!" yelled Allen. "I caught you stealing, and your transgressions against the law shall not go unpunished. Denizens of Gaia beware, for the messiah knight cometh not to bring peace but a sword."

HonoRaven Wrote:

Adamus Tomorrow pulled open the door to his room and stepped out into the hallway, turning to shift the book he was carrying to close the door. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair and yawned, rubbing his right eye with a closed fist as the room door shut behind him.

The young man didn't even flinch as two hands suddenly clapped on his shoulders and he felt the person jump up to butt his head affectionately. Sighing he couldn't help but grin as he rolled his shoulder, dislodging the grip of his assailant.

"You know," he began as he turned to look at his twin sister, "There are less... Extravagant ways of greeting your older sibling."

His twin sister grinned up at him. They bore the same green eyes and their nose wrinkled in the same way when they smiled. Their hair was a dirty, sandy blonde and Adamus was still getting over the haircut Amelia had gotten. His twin sister was a good few inches shorter than Adamus now but she was well built. She rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet, "Get over yourself Adamus, it's like a couple of minutes/" and she reached up to tussle his hair, "besides, I have to play the role of the annoying younger sibling if you're going to play that card!"

Adamus sighed and lifted the book to bap her on the head with but she ducked and weaved outta his way, jogging a little way down the hallway towards the elevator, "C'mon slowpoke! Let's go get something to eat!"

With a roll of his eyes Adamus tucked his book under his arm and set off down the hallway to meet her and travel down to the restaurant for something to eat.

Crimson Hawk - The Bar - Sunset

v-v Wrote:

> HonoRaven Wrote: > -partnering with a veteran who also happens to be a gorgeous woman." > > > > > > HonoRaven Wrote: > > > "-so no, I don't have a team... but we could get a room easily enough."

v-v Wrote:

> The magic of words, flowing through the bar drew the slime back inside. Giant surfboard in tow, literally floating behind the slime, swagger in her step, V approached the bar and forced an arm between the to, slapping down the soggy registration paper. In the Hawaiian shirt, V's figure was luscious yet not over the top. Hono would find her name printed on the form as if the slime wasn't some kind of creepy stalker. Though the knight would find his was missing. At one point the box had been covered with black ink though either the wine or some other nonsense had removed it. How the paper was still holding together was beyond the realm of logic, it was still dripping from the spill earlier in the day. > > > > Smiling V would point to Cyphers signature already on the form then to her's and then to the pair at the bar. V wasn't sure of the other figure at the bar, but if Hono had taken an interest in this man and her friend Cypher was already on the team, maybe this could go well. Either way the slime would pound her chest twice, then hold out a peace symbol trying to introduce herself. The Hawaiian shirt was not made for boobs and visibly complained about the new force it had to contain. The slime however didn't seem to care, her amber eyes flickering back and forth between the two.

Before Rance could question whether or not he should ask to book a room with one or two beds, there appeared a slimegirl...thing. In her grasp was a soggy sign-up sheet for the tournament.

"Smash and Sass, eh? Sounds like my kinda party."

His mind was made up then and there. It wasn't like he had a lot of opportunities to join teams before this anyway. So, it was either this, or put himself on the Free Agents list, and since he already kind of knew this woman already, this seemed a good enough opportunity.

"Sure then, uh...Miss Slime. You got yourself some muscle."

With an affirmative nod, Rance would sign his name on the sheet. The pact had been forged...

"Hell no! What kind of ungrateful loser would I be if let my idols buy their own drinks!"

Izette was tickled pink with her new friend as she offered to buy her a beer. Not to mention she was just as odd as she was seeing as she looked as though she leapt out of the pages of manga. However, the party seemed to come to an end as the two girls sat up to find a strange spider-like woman looming over the two.

"Hey."

"Matty? Hi!"

Rox put a smile on her face that seemed to resemble one that Izette wore often. In fact, she often used that same smile towards Zandra all the time.

"CAN YOU BELIEVE I RAN INTO THESE GUYS?"

Quickly, the punker found herself to her feet as she was pulled off the ground. Surprisingly enough, the little ball of sparkles seemed to have some strength to lift Izzy’s fat a** off the ground. Reaching into her chest, the woman quickly took the moment to light up another cigarette from her bosom. Was it, appropriate? Probably not, but the punker was a well-known nicotine addict. And it had been a couple of minutes.

With flicking her lighter up, the punker offered a wave towards the one known as Matt as she quickly tucked her tin inside her pocket. Normally she would have fiddled with her cleavage again, but she was quickly distracted by the bubbling bouncy woman’s instant cry for attention.

"WAITWAITWAIT!"

Turning her head, the punker looked towards the woman who must have been roughly the same height as her and was pulled close. Quickly, almost without any warning the flash quickly broke out around the bar and the punker not miss a beat.

"”SMILE!”

With every cry of pose that the small tanned one demanded, Izette was on top of it and copied every move that was required with her cigarette either in hand or in her lips. Her selfie game was strong after all.

Finally, with the blinding light finally coming to a halt the punker chuckled as she took another long drag followed by an exhale. Fame wasn’t that bad. You got free drinks and even people wanting to take their photo with you. Who knew by stabbing people that would land you in the land of the well-known.

With a quick slap on the tanned woman’s shoulder, she took another drag as she now bobbed her head to the music that was playing from the live band that managed to show up. The Hawk never thought about hiring bands before, so the fact that they had one was right up her alley. And the fact that they were playing music that reflected her aesthetic, that was brownie points right there.

“Well, it was a pleasure to meet you there, Goldilocks. If you want to be a true fan, you should get me them pigs in a blanket things. You know the hotdogs with the dough wrapped around them. Thanks, toots.” Grinning, the punker hopped back onto the bar and looked down towards her friend Zandra. She was having so much fun, however, the fact that the ginger was looking rather unamused concerned her. This was just like the old times…

However…maybe the old times wasn’t exactly a time to remember…

Reaching for her sacred second bottle of booze the punker proceeded to rip the new cap off the top. Spitting it forward, the punker didn’t pay any attention to where the cap was going. She simply turned and looked at her ginger friend and continued to sip away happily.

“…Did you wanna get out of here? I’m sure we can take our bottles up to the room.” There was a rather large selection of choice words that people could call Izette. But she was always known to be loyal, and more importantly, she had the responsibility of being Zandra’s best friend. The ginger had taken care of her sorry a** so many times, it was her turn to return the favour.

Sip. Sip

Down went the booze.

show spoilerhide spoiler

Supreme Commander Jerk Wrote:

Sins of an Angel Wrote:

Matango Wrote:

Silver Alexander Wrote:

> "I remember! Heaven or Hell... was it... eight years ago?! Man, it has been a long time! Please, forgive me! You were on that team with that awesome Elf guy,right? A... Adrien? Adrin...ai? What a great fight! I definitely remember that!"

The young man laughed in response to Silver struggling to remember the elf's name, but clearly remembering that he was awesome. It had, in fact, been years since Anson had seen Adrinai but time was a relative thing when it came to the races and no doubt the fashionable elf would have thought that it was just the blink of an eye since they stood side-by-side across from Silver on the Lamentian plains.

"I'm glad to hear he left such a good impression on you. I was a bit too starstruck back then for me to trust my memory about how your fight went... a bit distracted by other things as well..." As he spoke the young man pulled a clean plate from the side and picked a few stray pieces from the plates on the table to place onto it; not daring to put a hand near Silver or Miranda for fear of losing it --

Silver Alexander Wrote:

> "UOH?! THE WHOLE SET?! That's impressive! Do you know how rare *I* was?! I can't even find extra copies for my own collection on gBay anymore! All I can find are Shou! I looked great on that card, too! My hair was amazing..."

"If I had it with me I would either let you have it or ask for you to sign it, but it's probably in a box at the tower with everything else. Hard to be bring the memorabilia with you when you're always traveling." Anson shrugged as he pulled the bone out of a piece of meat that was so tender it was falling apart just from that, and placed the meat between a split-open bun.

Miranda Ecks Wrote:

> "Is there any particular reason you're here," she asked Anson while gently putting down a bone.

He got it halfway to his mouth before stopping it and smiling at the woman. "Someone sent me a letter about a masquerade, and since I have recently been collecting interesting masks it felt like fate was telling me to come..."

Anson took a bite of the sandwich and waited to see the reaction to that statement, before adding in a playful tone: "I was also asked to meet an old friend here, so it may just be a lucky coincidence. If you believe in luck, that is."

Vahn Fah Wrote:

Lady Sierra Wrote:

show spoilerhide spoiler

Quote: Wrote:

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

Amelia ducked out of the elevator laughing as Adamus followed behind, a grin across his face as he reached to continue messing with her hair.

"Cut it out Adamus~!" she laughed, swatting at him halfheartedly.

Adamus stopped as per her request, feigning injury to his left arm as she swatted him before standing up to his full height and walking along side her towards the restaurant.

"Hey Julie, who are those two that just came from the rooms?" One of the camera operators asked his co-worker. The brown eyed lady looked up, squinting at the twins as they walked by. "No idea... Where's the profile pack? Are they in there?"

Amelia's nose wrinkled in a quiet growl before being cut off by a light shove from Adamus who spoke quietly under his breath in tribal, "On eno snowk. Tusj xelar."

Amelia nodded though the fire in her eyes did not die out. She'd spent the last couple of years building up her own name and she'd be damned if she was associated with him.

Adamus sighed and shook his head, holding the door open for his sister as they entered the restaurant. A large knot had formed and was sitting in the base of his stomach. He recalled the last time he had seen his father. Recollected the feeling of the strong arms wrapping around him as he howled and beat on his chest. Remembered the look on Tomorrow's face as Adamus had unleashed one of his seals and sent him careening across the stadium stands. Juunikyuu had arrived and whatever had happened next had been obscured from view before the two disappeared.

Suddenly aware that he was stood just holding a door open Adamus swallowed the guilt down and followed his sister into the restaurant suddenly feeling more sick than hungry.

Her brow lifted. Descant was pointedly trying to stay out of the spotlight; why would they try to push her into it? She was just a random pickup, not a frontliner in this gig. Were they teasing her, making fun of her, daring her to step into the spotlight to show off the skill she boasted about, ready for her to fall flat on her face?

It was a challenge she'd take. Descant inhaled, her memory quickly scanning the page again, the rules of music and expectations and diversions. Tempo, key, likely jumps and drummer responses all ran through her mind in the time it took her to lift, and drop her right foot beneath her. With the first step came a small gout of flames from her feet that travelled up to her hands by the end of two more beats.

♫IeFret

Maybe she didn't want to step on the guys' toes before, but she cared a bit less about that now. Her fingers ran the board, tips and edges hitting the strings with expert skill and timing, playing a rather mean solo comprised of three-octave arpeggios, minor/major shifting in mixed key changes, and the requisite insertions of the melody. Her gaze switched from her guitar halfway through, to Marcus, eyes and toothy smile demanding that he come up with a harder song to challenge her on next time.

Also, so they could coordinate the cue out of the solo.