Crimson Hawk Hotel [Page 25]

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Lady Sierra
Tenkai Matsumoto
Cthulhu Wish
Trexasle
HonoRaven
Melech Dawntreader
Adamus Tomorrow
Cthulhu Wish
Clash Fah
Tei Kae
Darkest Silver
Psychofish
Amelia Tomorrow
Trexasle
HonoRaven

1Lady Sierra

Tue Jul 24, 2018 7:07 pm · id 361 · page 1

Vahn Fah Wrote:
> It was a good feeling all around the table, even as the waitress returned, a hint of strong liquor on her breath that served to steel her unbreakable resolve as it were. She smiled genuinely enough at least, what caused it at this point was up for debate as she waited to take any orders from the group.

The elf gave the woman a sympathetic smile as she returned to the table. She was quite hungry since it was growing late and she had missed lunch, not to mention the earlier excitement from when she'd arrived. Holding the menu to show her, she pointed to several items eagerly, and named her requests.

"May I please have the Triple Truffle Risotto, Garden Curry, two Thick'n'Juicy Steak-- medium rare, and two to go orders of Stacked Ham Sandwiches with Dish and Chips on the side please?"

She grinned and snapped the menu shut. She REALLY wanted one of those sandwiches, but there was no lady like way to eat one of those, so she had decided to get it for later where she could attack it without judgement. And of course a strategic second sandwich so she wouldn't have to share with Vahn.

Vahn Fah Wrote:
> He blinked slowly, bringing his attention back to the table now, and tilting his head towards Anson. It reminded him of what Sierra and he had discussed atop the roof, the mention of a letter of course. Yet he was also reminded of a certain mask... Not like I have a need for that anymore. He gave another squeeze to Sierra. "Funny you should mention that...I didn't really think people sent letters anymore, ya know?"

Silver Alexander Wrote:
> Silver perked up, his interest suddenly piqued, at least enough to distract him from his meal. > > > > "HRR ERRH-!" > > > > He choked down his food and let go of Anson, before briefly rummaging around in the bag at his side to produce the note he had received from Vahn shortly prior to his arrival. Included was one of the many fliers that had been seen about the Hawk advertising the ball. Silver sat it on the table and slid it forward, eyeing the happy couple across from him. > > > > "I mean... HEY YEAH, what gives? I really gotta teach you guys how to use a phone... They can do quite a lot now, you know. Including send mail..."

She reached her hand up and laid it overtop of her husbands to give it a reassuring squeeze.

'Are you going to finish telling me now, what you didn't then?' She thought at him curiously.

The temptation to push through their bond and unravel this little mystery was overwhelmingly tempting, but it was nice to share things things in the traditional sense as it were, even if it required exercising a little (or a lot) of restraint. She was however, a bit puzzled about his earlier attitude regarding the letter's contents on the roof, he had seemed cautious, why would he would suddenly be willing to divulge it's contents now in such an open location and with a stranger in their midst?

Her thumb tracing pale circles against the tan skin of his hand before looking incredulously at Silver;

"A what?"

She blinked.

themightyjello Wrote:
> "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."

"Really?" She said picking up a fresh tankard and raising it to her lips, taking a long swig before continuing, "It seems to be quite the occasion for such meetings!" She grinned playfully as she took in the table and winked at Miranda and Silver, before looking back to the blond young man.

"Anybody we would know?" She asked, taking another long drink.

Miranda Ecks Wrote:
> "Or any of you, for that matter- what's changed in your lives? What are you doing when we leave the hotel, when this whole affair is over?"

Silver Alexander Wrote:
> In a daze, Silver had only caught the tail end of Miranda's conversation with Anson, but it seemed he had heard the important parts. He slid down his chair a little, slumping against the back of it. There was a drastic change in the demeanor of the young man who had come to be known for his boundless energy and endless enthusiasm. His voice was solemn, as he stared into the distant bottom of an empty tankard still in his hand. Maybe he was just a sleepy drunk. > > > > "If you hadn't heard, I'm retired from the fighting life... I suppose I'll be going back to my real job..."

Silver's emotions were practically strangling Sierra. She had literally ran into them in the lobby, and the empath had been horribly alarmed at what she had both seen and felt from her friend. She had cracked her shields open to get a better sense of him. There had been some initial relief as he seemed to perk back up, but she'd been watching him since she rejoined the group at the table and thinking of something. She had planned to wait and talk about it with him later-- but this-- THIS!

**- WHAM!-**

She slammed the empty tankard down on the table and pointed at Silver with a fiery gleam in her eye as she leaned across the table, and spoke up loudly;

"***OI!* Otouto**! THAT PHONE THING!! You said it could send mail?"

She would would stare at him so intensely, those almond shaped eyes seemed ablaze. It might begin to make him feel uncomfortable before before she finally broke the stare and blinked, her face breaking into a huge grin as she directed him matter of factly, "Send one now. To your boss. Saying you quit. You're going to come work for me."

Despite her smile, her tone was serious.

Maximos Dark Wrote:
> The Crimson Hawk - 24th Floor| Maximos' Suite > > > > It moved. That jagged split across it's mid section tore open. Maximos saw easy over a hundred sharp thorny protrusions and jagged beams of light from it's world. It was like looking down a dimly lit bramble path, the creature roared a sound that nearly made his chest go numb with sheer intensity. Max caught a whiff of the smell of old compost, and then it shoved off it's many legs and ripped through the doorway directly at Maximos.

24 floors down, over the loud ruckus of a dining area full of people, a bar full of people; clatter in the kitchen; a live rock show and traffic out out on the street; her ears twitched and a shiver ran down her spine as she thought she heard a strange and primal noise, but she couldn't quite be sure in the midst of all this racket.

'What was that?'

She thought to herself. Had she even heard something? Besides that, this was the Crimson Hawk, there was usually something causing strange noises or making a racket going on; Business as usual right?

Still, the elven woman couldn't help but feel a little tense.

2Tenkai Matsumoto

Fri Jul 27, 2018 4:40 pm · id 362 · page 1

At some point during all of the goings on outside the Crimson Hawk, there would be a moment of relative silence, a temporary lull in the calamity that usually ensued outside the hotel. People were busy getting settled in their rooms, going about their business as they prepared for the upcoming festivities that preceded the tournament. Yet like all moments of calm, it was only a matter of time before it was abruptly—

*B-B-B-B-BRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*

—broken.

Thundering down the streets of Latent was a massive hog of a motorcycle, leaving behind it a trail of dust that seemed far too large to have come from a lone bike tearing up the street. It looked more like the kind one would see from the southern badlands—from the very same direction this new arrival came from. It was moving too fast to pick out much detail from the rider at a distance, and without any sign of slowing down it would seem like they were just passing through Latent rather than making a stop at the hotel.

Yet, just as it neared the next avenue, the rider hit the breaks in a hard slide that would have been unbelievably reckless under normal circumstances. Rubber streaked the asphalt with the tires giving no sign of giving out. As it skid by the streetside pathway leading to the hotel, it became clear that there was a second rider on the back of the hog. They were not seated behind the rider, but perched on the back of it like some kind of stuntman. Adjusting their position from the slide, the passenger suddenly leaped off the bike and into the air as it passed by, only to land in a three-point stance at the head of the path.

And thus Tenkai Matsumoto made his grand entrance.

Standing up from his landing, the monk that stood before the Crimson Hawk Hotel was much different than the one who stood in that same spot several years ago. Gone were his humble monastic trappings that made him appear smaller and weaker than other fighters. In its place was a more modern rendition of his classic battle garb, a crisp off-black kimono top and hakama worn over a sleek black bodysuit that covered him from the neck down. His armor plates on his shins and gauntlet bore the marks of enhanced engineering, with the gauntlet now running all the way up to his shoulder in the form of an augmetic steel kote. The right side of his chest where his gauntlet attached was covered by a half-breastplate that functioned as the strap holding the arm piece in place. It fit across his right shoulder where his single pauldron would have been, now seemingly absent. His old white rope belt had been replaced by gunmetal utility belt with a crisp new waistcape attached to it. Even Muramasahad undergone changes, adorned in new fittings and sheathed in a scabbard held in a hydraulic arm attached to his belt. In spite of his modern improvements, the rosaries strapped across his left shoulder were the same as they always had been.

Perhaps the most striking difference about his appearance now was his eyepatch. How he lost it and what he had gained from it was far too much of a tale to immediately recall, but just by looking at him one would get the feeling that much more had been lost than just his depth perception. There was a coldness about him now, the kind of stern countenance that used to only come from him when faced with particularly dire or regrettable circumstance. It was as if the grim reality of the path he has chosen had finally managed to catch up to the once good-humored monk.

For a while, Tenkai appeared to be in a state of deep contemplation. How many years had it been since he’d last been to Latent? When was the last time the Heaven or Hell tournament crossed his mind? Standing there before the hotel, he could remember it all...Elia Noah, the Foundation, the Judges, all those strange happenings that seemingly led somewhere but only ran cold in the end. There was a time where he used to obsess over the circumstances surrounding this tournament, as if there was some deeper meaning or ill portent that threatened all of Gaia. He remembered the people he had met, warriors of varied purpose, people he had once thought he could bring together to stand against a threat that likely never existed. That memory of friendship and unabashed hopefulness only led to its inevitable conclusion of pain and regret. This was the true scar that had been left upon him, something that ran far deeper than a missing eye.

*SCREEEEEEEEEEEE*

The sound of thick rubber tires screeching to a halt against the pavement snapped the monk back to reality in an instant, as if it literally ripped the coldness straight out of him. He immediately remembered how he had gotten here in the first place, and turned to face the biker that had dropped him off.

Her name was Bambi, the "Beast Queen, the “Baddest Bat b***h of the Badlands.” She was a beastkin, demi-humans with animal DNA much like the nekojin/nekomimi and “wolf-people” that could be found all around Gaia. One could say they were of the same family, though this differed from “were-beasts” whose physiology was due to a deep rooted curse rather than primal genetics. Bambi was the leader of a large band of these beastkin whose lineage traced back thousands of years to a clan of Amazons that worshipped Echidna, the mother of monsters. Bambi’s horde of barbarian women were much removed from those old ways, and to strangers appeared more like a roving band of biker-raiders straight out of post-apocalyptic Australia or an issue of Heavy Metal. But these external factors belied a history fraught with struggle and sorority, and a rugged sense of survival.

Bambi herself cut an impressive figure. She was a megachiropteran beastkin, with genes from Pteropus poliocephalus and alecto, among others. These were known broadly as flying foxes, or “megabats”. Oddly enough, she had no wings, the only marker of genetic disparity being the pair of large bat ears on top of her head, set amongst her wild mane of twin-ponytailed light brown hair. Despite her seemingly innocent name and diminutive nature of the animal she related to, she towered over most men, especially Tenkai, standing like a tower of thick, corded muscle. Though she could not fly, she had impressive hearing, and was strong enough to uppercut a speeding car straight off the road.

The outfit she wore was as much a testament to her lack of care for the judgement of outsiders as it was a lack of shame. She wore a spiked choker and a studded, fur-collared leather biker vest over a white shirt with the word “MONGREL” over it in bold lettering, being so many sizes too short that they hardly contained her breasts. User Image She wore it with a black bikini bottom and black thigh-high belted leggings that stretched against her powerful leg muscles. Steel-toed biker boots clicked impatiently as she folded her arms, reclining against the seat of her bike. Though she looked like like the leader of just another gang of marauding bikers, to her people, she was their queen.

From the looks of it, she had been waiting much longer than she had preferred for Tenkai to thank her. It was best not to leave her hanging after this favor.

“Thanks for the lift, Bambi,” said the monk, his voice breaking through its normally cold, severe tone to reveal a warmth and lightness that was otherwise long forgotten. “I’ll send you and the girls some tickets if any of you are in town and want to watch the fights.” Tenkai, in this instance, was referring to Bambi’s fellow beast-girl biker-barbarians, a number of whom he had become acquainted with.

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beast mom Wrote:
> She shoves her riding goggles off and gives the hotel a funny look. Bambi snorts, clearly unimpressed. "Pass. No point watchin' a fight full of nobodies."

The remark was half jest, half soreness. After all, she didn't actually know much of anyone outside of the Badlands other than her girls and the rest of her people. Bambi was annoyed that Tenkai had gone off to fight such an important battle that ultimately resulted in the loss of his eye without so much as asking her for help. Admittedly, Tenkai had been far too driven by the need for retribution to even think of asking others for aid, even Bambi. Before coming here, she had already made her displeasure known to him in the most painful way possible.

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beast mom Wrote:
> "Just don't get your a beat too hard or it'll be the other eye this time."**

User Image She snorted with laughter. The thought of Tenkai wearing two eyepatches was too funny not to. Tenkai, on the other hand, was not amused. Noticing this, Bambi managed to hold back on her humor, remembering that the loss of his eye was still a fairly sore subject. Anything that resulted in having to kill a good friend would be an understandably touchy issue. She tried to smooth things over by extending her arm for a good ol’ fashioned fist bump. Tenkai firmly bumped fists with the Beast Queen to show there were no hard feelings.

"Guess I'll 'keep an eye out',” he said in one of the corniest and unexpected puns ever to come out of his mouth. Even Tenkai had no idea where the hell it came from. His eyebrows quirked in a mix of surprise and embarrassment at how far his brief light-hearted tone had gone. Was it because of Bambi? Regardless, Tenkai managed to cast the thought from his mind.

“I'll...umm...see you later, then." [ dere-dere ]

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beast mom Wrote:
> ***“Tch." Bambi can't help but crack a grin. She quickly puts her goggles back on to hide her amusement -- She appreciated a good pun. Not that she would let him know that. She was far too proud. Pbbt. ********’ idiot. It’s not like I really thought it was funny or anything...dummy. [ tsun-tsun ]* > > "Whatever. Win -- and then get back to me." She revs the engine like a badass and ****** blasts off.

Tenkai watched Bambi’s hog thunder down the road back out of Latent and, with a deep breath, exhaled the temporary sense of mirth that flowed from his memories. He turned his eyes back onto the hotel with ironclad determination. The warrior monk had come to this tournament with a mind clear of fixation, unburdened by his obsession over connecting the dots of a bigger picture that never existed. He was here to fight, and whatever else came of that would be faced head on.

Now it was just a matter of waiting for his teammates.

I hope Mr. Uskglass and his associate can provide transport, he thought. I doubt Artanthos or Rosalia have transit cards.

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3Cthulhu Wish

Sun Jul 29, 2018 11:18 am · id 363 · page 1

Izzy was bored.

Sure, it was nice to have a few drinks with her best friend and meet some new faces. However, she was yearning for some action. Giving her ginger friend a giant kiss on the side of the face, the punker excused herself and decided that she needed some fresh air. As much as it was fun to smoke in the bar and get some stares, the punker did enjoy having a smoke outside.

Grabbing the key extra suite key off the counter, Izette was on her way. Sliding her hands in the front of her leather jacket, Izette made her way out of the bar with an odd sense of quietness to her. She did, however, feel the warm rosiness settle in her cheeks as she the alcohol hit her. Guess, that is a typical response as she did sit and manage to finish a couple bottles to herself. A sense of amusement filled her face as she passed through the crowd, there were many new faces that she had never seen in the area. However, there were many old faces. In fact, there was what appeared to be a family dinner happening between some of the biggest names of Heaven or Hell history. Izette knew them well, all of them. And who didn’t? Heaven or Hell was a chance for the Gaia Media to go bananas with coverage over the biggest fighting tournament around.

However, that would be the case if the tournament was happening this year. However, from the rumour, she had been hearing that was not the case. Instead, there was some fancy masquerade thing that someone like her would never bother to attend. Unless there was free liquor, then she might make an exception.

Exiting the bar, the punker walked down the familiar halls as a sense of nostalgia came over her. She remembered the time that she had set the bar ablaze as she combatted some of her fellow competitors. She remembered breaking the door to her suite, cause ******** doors. But most importantly, she remembered him. The number of times she walked these halls with her feathered friend with the sound of quacks following her. Having him fly overhead to torment the guests as she laughed maniacally over the antics that they would get in. It was hard to believe it had been so many years now, and now. She finally had gotten her revenge…

And yet no one knew.

Well…

No one here knew.

Rather than going to the front, the punker turned right and made her way to the elevator. She didn’t really feel like tussling with the revolving door that mocked her at the front. Right now, she just wanted a moment to herself. She needed to actually breathe. Quietly, she stood in front of the large brass elevator doors waiting for them to reach her floor. She began to whistle causing them to echo among the halls. It was oddly quiet tonight, clearly, the bar was busy with their dinner rush.

DING

Slowly, the large doors opened to reveal something that was not what the punker was expecting. Her eye widened as she faced the unexpected surroundings. Rather than revealing the familiar glass mirrored box that often filled elevators, a sea of black abyss remained. Before she could even respond with a gasp, large tentacles excited the mass and wrapped around her body tightly. There was no way for her to fight back even, but rather that they pulled her in.

“OH FU-“ With a quick pull into the darkness, the punker was gone from where she was standing and inside the darkness as the doors closed quickly behind her.

Almost in seconds, the punker looked around to find that she was in a familiar place that she had only been moments ago. It was dark and twisted as everything felt cold as she was floating in the special plain that she had entered. Looking around, the punker quickly gazed about trying to find the familiar “friend” that she had once run into hours before.

Oh yes, Izette was quite familiar on where exactly she was. She could feel the rosy cheeks that she once had faded away as beads of sweat formed on her face. Had she failed to finish the job? Did all of her efforts for destroying that damn God fail? Now that she wasn’t restrained, Izette quickly wrapped her hand around one of the handles on her belt. She didn’t care who she had at this point, she needed to be ready for whatever dance she was going to be in.

“Izette Asis Prechtl…I have been waiting to meet you.” The voice echoed around the crazed woman, and yet she was alone. The voice was neither feminine or masculine, but rather a collection of various voices and languages crammed into one to make a coherent tone that Izette’s mortal ears could understand.

“What the ******** is going on?” Izette looked around violently as she looking for something to take out. And yet, there was nothing. She was alone.

“Oh. I think you know exactly what is going on. You think you’ll go unnoticed? You think destroying something as precious to me would go unnoticed?” Izette could feel whatever that she was wrapped in, was disappointed. A black coiled tentacle formed from the dark and lightly brushed stroked Izette’s cheek. Quickly, the punker flailed in order to get whatever was touching her off. However, she has surrounded it, that feeling was on her skin no matter.

“….LIKE I GAVE TWO SHITS WHAT YOU THOUGHT. Whoever you are…?” Izette was feisty, however, her voice trailed off as she thought for a moment what exactly she was talking to. She had no real idea what was going on, after all, she always assumed that Narly worked by himself. She would never have guessed that there was MORE of them that she would have to deal with.

“And that’s your problem, Izette. You never think about others, do you? Just all about yourself and what you need. Wasn’t that the whole reason why you got here in the first place?”

Izette paused.

Whatever, she was facing was right. If it hadn’t been for her choices, she would never have gotten where she was today. However, this quickly passed and the punker shook her head and looked forward with a narrowed eye. She was determined and ready to take down much more than just this little ******** up mess she was in. This determination was only momentary as a sharp pain had entered just above her her heart. It wasn’t warm like a normal knife blade that she had felt, it was cold. Izette let out a loud sound of exasperation as she pulled away to see a small black tentacle dancing in the dark as though it were one of her own knives.

“And now it will only be a matter of time before you are one of us…” The voice chuckled with amusement as the punker’s hand reached the impact. Her fingers were once again laced with her own blood and tickled with traces of black. Confused, the punker continued to stare at her fingers.

What had happened…?

“You are a marked woman, Izette Asis Prechtl. Enjoy what time you have left.”

Izette found herself standing in the middle of the hotel lobby again with the elevator announcing its return once again. However, there was no darkness this time. Just a few guests who seemed to look at her funny as they exited the small box. Why was there a strange punker looking woman standing in the middle of the lobby looking as though she had seen a ghost.

However, it was only moments when the sharp feeling of pain over her heart that caused her to nearly fall on her feet. Placing her hand over it, the punker pulled it away to find the collection of black and red that danced on her fingers.

“…Oh ****** me sideways with a spoon.” Her voice was quiet as suddenly Izette sense of carelessness had finally disappeared. The punker had ****** up.

She had ******** up good.

4Trexasle

Sun Jul 29, 2018 7:50 pm · id 364 · page 1

"There now, see? You'd have regretted not performing now, wouldn't you?"

“Ah Shut up…”

It was something that the alien did not want to admit, but it was clear that Gustave hit the nail right on the head. Everything whilst on that stage was enough to at least temporarily reinvigorate the roaming alien and put him back into refocus, he needed to get back to work and getting down on himself wasn’t going to help anyone. He gave a hearty laugh after his short response to Gustave showing that his response was all in jest. There was a lot he expected from here, probably grabbing a good drink of water and having a nice meal, hanging out with the bar-goers to kill the time, and get back into focus. What he didn’t expect was for a child to be in that bar, Especially not one with a dragon and certainly not holding his own guitar. He blinked at the sight as she wondered if the guitar was his. The Dragon holding the guitar seemed to almost be struggling with it, but still playing a musically sounded chord.

“What's a kid like you doing inna bar?"

No Seriously, he was positive that she had no business doing here, more so that she and her apparent pet dragon was now holding his guitar.

"Chirst, yer parents are going ter be bloody pissed."

The Alien tilted his head to the side, letting his now wet and sweaty hair sway to the side slowly undoing itself from the ponytail that it was normally in. He quickly looked at the guitar and blinked focusing back onto the little girl. It wasn’t a large guitar, and the axe’s bit was already dull from overuse. He could repair it, that much he was positive about. However, All that he had went through with the guitar, for every struggle and every story for the past five years at least. It was about time that Sharona told the story of another person.

Maybe this little girl was it.

"Nah, yous keep yous long as yous get permission from yer parents, I don’t wanna be 'held liable fer ya being in this bar after all."

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5HonoRaven

Mon Jul 30, 2018 11:40 am · id 365 · page 1

Crimson Hawk: Bar ~ Sunset

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Raven was fascinated and slightly revolted at the same time by her Jello-like new teammate, smiling and taking the glasses gingerly, inspecting them for traces of liquid ooze. "Why thank you, Two." She also still hadn't quite figured out the difference between a peace sign, the letter V, and the number 2 in hand signs blaugh

"Pardon me for a moment gentlemen, I need to take care of something." More than half empty bottle in one hand, the orange sunglasses in the other, the elemental disappeared from her seat at the bar.

One instant there, the next, gone.

To reappear over by where the loud entertainment had been going on, right behind a dragon and a little girl that seemed familliar. "I'm quite ceratin that her parnets will not have a problem with your... gift."

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6Melech Dawntreader

Mon Jul 30, 2018 8:31 pm · id 366 · page 1

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7Adamus Tomorrow

Tue Jul 31, 2018 3:36 am · id 367 · page 1

Their food choices made and meals delivered the Tomorrow twins ate their meal in near silence. Adamus poked his food around his plate a little before finally submitting to eating it with a quiet sigh. His stomach was still twisted in knots and he ws a millions miles away until...

"Ow!"

He flinched as Amelia kicked him sharply in the shin and he scowled over at her before his face softened at her expression.

"Jeez Adamus, what the hell did that steak ever do to you for you to frown like that?" she jested with a grin before taking another bite of her burger.

The restaurant may have been fancy. It may have had high ratings and accolades galore. But like their father, no matter how much they would care to admit it, they had simple tastes.

Adamus pulled a face at his sister before taking another bite of steak, chewing it a little more calmly this time and swallowed. Setting his cutlery down Adamus ran a hand over his face and sighed.

"I just.. It's... Ugh. Amelia-"

His twin raised an eyebrow, placed her burger down carefully and licked her lips to chase any remaining sauce, "That's my name bro, don't wear it out!"

Her brother feigned reaching across the table to whack her on the head and Amelia ducked with a grin. Adamus sighed again and lent back in the chair.

"Someone here has to know what happened to him," was all he said.

Now it was Amelia's turn to scowl, "Who gives a s**t what happened to him? He was an arse." And with that she picked up her burger a little more haphazardly than she intended, losing some of the salad on the way to her mouth as she took a big bite.

Adamus sighed in defeat and pushed his plate away, turning to look around the restaurant. Amelia chewed on her large bite of burger and made a frustrated noise as she set the burger down again. Why did her twin have to have these moments of crisis when she was trying to eat?!

"Adamus," she said softly. Her brother side eyed her. "Adamus!" More forceful this time as he actually turned to look back at her. "Look. No one here is even going to know who we are. I mean, besides Juunikyuu-sama, and she's not said a word since the day she 'ported him away from the Stadium. Who in the world is going to know? Do you even know anyone here?" Adamus opened his mouth but his twin interrupted, "Besides Hono-sama and the fighters from the profiles you've been pouring over?" Adamus very promptly shut his mouth again. "Exactly."

Amelia lent forwards, resting her elbows on the table and her chin in her hands, "Did anyone give a st when he left? No. Does anyone give a st now? No. We're nobodies Adamus. No one even knows we exist, let alone who our father," She looked a little like she had tasted something disgusting when she said that word, "was. So just eat your dinner, enjoy the break. Maybe we'll find out what's going on. Maybe we won't. But he doesn't matter." And with that she sat back up and picked up her burger, "And he never will." And with her piece said she took another delicious bite of her burger.

Throughout Amelia speaking Adamus had been silent, his fists balled up in his lap as he listened. He always listened, that's what he did. And when she was finished and had sat back he let out a breath he hadn't been entirely aware that he had been holding. A small spark of static danced across the tattoo on his arm and he took a deep breath, reaching for his drink with a trembling hand and took a sip as he counted to ten and back again. The static dissipated again. He picked his cutlery back up and resumed eating his meal.

8Cthulhu Wish

Tue Jul 31, 2018 8:38 am · id 368 · page 1

”...Well then..”

Izette was taken aback at the voice that had responded to her. She didn’t expect to really communicate with anyone as for a brief moment she was alone. But Izette, the child lost in time, had come face to face now with the Abyssal Lord Melech.

"...I'm sure we can find something more elaborate than a spoon, love.”

“Smelly? Where did you come from?” Although this seemed to be a rather obvious answer seeing as the man just exited from the elevator, the punker was almost in a daze. She wasn’t even sure if this was reality anymore, after, her reality continued to continuously shift. Reaching up, Izette lightly caressed the man’s cheek. Normally, this would be seen as a romantic gesture in some sort of a romantic film, currently, it would have been seen as concerning as the punker began to lightly slap his cheek with the open calm she had against his face.

"I expect a story first, hm?"

With his gesture towards the bar, he moved slightly back away from her touch to indicate with his cane. The punker blinked slightly as she stared towards the bar once again. As much as it brought her comfort to be in a sea of liquor, there was so many faces that would be watching them, but then again….

“…Yeah. Let’s go back there.”The punker nodded slightly as she remained uncharacteristically quiet with her focus on the bar doors. At least in there most things made sense.

Nothing ever happened in the bar.

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9Clash Fah

Fri Aug 03, 2018 8:16 am · id 369 · page 1

Having heard something about a masquerade, a man wearing a brown, metal helmet with ram's horns on the sides of it and a gold visor with eyelets walked into a hotel bar, the local hangout for participants in an ancient mixed martial arts team tournament known as Heaven or Hell. Who would rise to Heaven? Who would fall to hell? He could not wait to find out. This man, named Zarko, for he tended to go berserk and start fighting, also wore a shiny white cape made of angel feathers, a black coat open at the chest and torso, a silver chain necklace with a gem shard dangling from it and large enchanted gloves encrusted with magical rubies on the backs of them. He carried a giant gourd with water sloshing around in it on his back, as well as a long sword which he knew how to use in case anyone gave him any trouble, whether or not he went looking for it or it found him. He looked around the bar, noticing children who resembled Jonathan Tomorrow and a punk girl they called Izette Prechtl whose last name reminded him of a song cheerleaders sang when he wrestled, which went, 'Twist them, twist them, twist them like a pretzel, show them, show them, show them how to wrestle.' He sat down and ordered a coffee, eager to see what kind of masks the other tournament participants would wear to the ball.

10Tei Kae

Fri Aug 03, 2018 4:50 pm · id 370 · page 1

Trexasle Wrote:
> “What's a kid like you doing inna bar?" > > > > No Seriously, he was positive that she had no business doing here, more so that she and her apparent pet dragon was now holding his guitar.

"Actually, they'd probably be surprised if I hadn't snuck out." Her voice was clear as a bell, although a little on the husky side already for a 'girl', thanks to her mother's vocals. Tone matter of fact, she offered the guitar out to the man. "But stealing guitars is a big no no. Even if you did throw it.", she offered only slightly accusingly as if he was trying to get her into trouble.

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> "Chirst, yer parents are going ter be bloody pissed."

"Depends on who finds out, honestly. Mama will probably freak out and scold me, but Papa will just worry." She smiled, her smile reaching her eyes and both corners of her face, crinkling every so slightly unevenly. This was fun. It was rare to have someone else think they were the ones to get in trouble. Serafina did not need help. At his next comment however, she brightened up even more if that was possible. The red curls and bright teal eyes were misleading. She didn't sound like an eight year old.

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> "Nah, yous keep yous long as yous get permission from yer parents, I don’t wanna be 'held liable fer ya being in this bar after all."

"Fair enough," She nodded, squirming where she stood just ever so slightly, and trying not to give away her excitement, but like any eight year old, failing, just not as bad as most eight year olds. But as another voice popped up through the now talking crowds, Serafina looked around to see another redhead. "Hello, Miss Hono," and back to Trex. "See, she'll vouch for me. Miss Hono is basically the Stadium's nurse. Keeps lots of people from being dead idiots instead of just idiots."

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11Darkest Silver

Sat Aug 04, 2018 12:53 pm · id 371 · page 1

To say the woman was enjoying herself would be a severe understatement, ecstasy took over as she continued to ‘embrace’ her lover. Desperately clinging to Enness she would muffle the sounds by biting into the firm flesh of his shoulder.

There was no way he was going to be able to remove her, Jay wouldn’t allow it.

Even as he answered the phone she would continue, even going so far as to lean back so her partner would have a good full view as he spoke to whomever had called. With his arm helping to support her she would bite her lip while staring up into his wonderful blue eyes.

Then suddenly a wave of burning hatred washed over her, the name… Dan street? Dzan… it had to be Dzan…

Jay pulled herself up, snatching the phone from Enness’s hand and hauling herself over his shoulder, finally freeing him from her. “The ********… uh huh.”....... “The hell do you mean he is staring at a dragon!” Jay screamed into the phone before throwing it against the wall, snarling and muttering something about skinning someone alive she would slide free from her partner and begin tearing open suitcases to find clothes.

“Get dressed….” The words were cold, she was not mad at Enness, but they needed to leave before something terrible happened. Pulling on some denim ‘short shorts’ she wouldn’t even bother with finding underwear, the top she found was no more than a bikini… it would do. Finally she would pull free a pair of boots, still reinforced for combat yet these had stiletto heels on them instead of her usual flat combat boots.

With that done she would snatch free her trench blades from her other pair of boots and begin heading towards the door.

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12Psychofish

Sun Aug 05, 2018 12:50 am · id 372 · page 1

[Latent - Crimson Hawk: Kael]

About an hour ago, too much energy had been an issue, but the 'nanny' was nowhere in sight and after a long day he'd had his wife all to himself, and an empty room adjacent to the one all the children were sleeping in booked besides.

So of course when he returned to check on them the twins were sound asleep, and the eight year old was missing.

Not in the rooms. Not in the hall on their floor. Most of the upper floors were still locked to the guests, which left sending a rushed text to Dani and Tellus and heading downward. Standing in the elevator tapping a toe as the lit numbers counted down, he did feel more his old self- the glazed eyes of staring at paper after paper gone, sharp, muscles just slightly aching from recent exertion- and his clothes, the fitted suit feeling much less out of place on him with the top two buttons gone and shirt untucked, vest gone and tie tucked into his pocket. Still fancier than how he’d ever dressed, save the ball, when he’d set up in the Hawk in years past.

Doors parted, and he headed for the front desk- before quicky making a V-line off toward the noisiest areas instead, presently a lot of sound just dying down in the area of the dining hall and adjacent bar. Better not to create a chase-scene for the girl to get excited over. Eyes darting back and forth, he scanned the various guests, passerbys, and staff sitting or walking for the familiar auburn curls of the eight year old, nearly swallowed up in his old jacket. He didn’t see her- but his eyes stopped on a little table in the middle of the room, where familiar signature blue-and-black braids caught his eye.

“Hey, Tel-”

The scarred man paused, words dying on his lips as another table behind hers, maybe half across the hall from him, caught his eye. At first he wasn’t sure what it was about it, all the motion maybe, or a little itch- but after a moment he froze. Faces, many of them vaguely familiar, but not ringing a bell. In the middle of them, there was one that he couldn’t forget, even when the rest tried to slip from him. Black hair, with a shock of red. Black leather, that scar across the nose, and yellow eye. Fah. Alive.

I’ll be damned.

Alive. That sounded right, even as he found the details of how it all ended growing foggy, slippery as he tried to focus on not letting the memories run from him, fingers gliding to the tattoo of a blackened eye on his wrist, hidden beneath glove and cuff. Hadn’t expected to see him again though, much less… wearing a smile like that. Like he’d never seen on him, in the months the four of them had suffered each other’s presence in the suite, planned their moves together, and fought side by side. In place of that bitter, brooding intensity he seemed almost doting on… a figure… making his head throb as he squinted, prying details from the Forgotten’s fog, somewhere at Eden-

Long red hair perfect as if by nature rather than managed - flashes of blood on stone, and nail - porcelain skin and elongated ears - Fah’s warning echoing, failing to prepare for the almost physical thrum of power in the air - that measured silhouette - a sharp and wicked grin, familiar and yet alien, a bone-deep hunger --

The father stood, looking lost, in the middle of the dining room, one hand clasped around the hilt of the dagger at the small of his back, several inches of the blade freed from the sheath before he’d realized what he was doing, half hidden by his jacket. Fist clenched tight. Lucid again, the voices echoed at him- years ago it would have been a cacophony of a hundred different fragments of moments holding commiserate emotion, from a hundred different lives, but now more like an echochamber of those same moments, that fear and anger, those questions. But he had other questions. Like why he’d have been smiling like that at her. Why the tattoos were gone- but it wasn’t the face of the other girl either, from another memory- a hand on his heart, turmoil dispelled. Ra’kar? Teira? Or…?

But you were dead. Weren’t you?

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13Amelia Tomorrow

Wed Aug 08, 2018 8:36 am · id 373 · page 1

The rest of their meal was finished in a stony sort of silence. Amelia looked over at her brother through the bangs of hair that fell across her face and sipped her drink as she finished her burger. Wiping her hands on the serviette she sighed and lounged back lazily in the chair, running her now clean hand through her hair, enjoying the feeling of tracing her fingers over her undercut.

She looked out across the restaurant and bar area in an uninterested sort of way. There were some old faces here. New ones too. She raised an eyebrow at the gentleman who entered the bar wearing what appeared to be a pair of rams horns on some sort of visored helmet.

Eh, each to their own... she thought to herself as she drained the rest of her drink.

There had been some music playing and some sort of incident with what she assumed to be a kid and... was that a dragon?

The eyebrow was raised a little higher and she laughed quietly to herself, shaking her head. Having been raised in the Stadium and the Guild Amelia found that there was really very little that surprised her nowadays.

Meanwhile Adamus had cleared his plate and was sat, resting his chin in one hand; elbow on the table, while he drummed his fingers across the table surface with the other. He followed Amelia's gaze out across the restaurant and bar. Juunikyuu was still sat with Tellus and two others. At least she looked like she was enjoying her meal. Adamus knew some of the other individuals here from the profiles he had poured over from previous Heaven or Hell tournaments. (He was a big fan but had never felt like competing himself.)

His thoughts drifted back to what Amelia had said earlier and his brow furrowed. Surely someone had to know what had happened to their father. Surely someone here did give a s**t about what had happened to him. He sighed and shifted to pinch the bridge of his nose as he exhaled slowly. He just wanted some answers...

14Trexasle

Thu Aug 09, 2018 3:04 pm · id 374 · page 1

“Wait, Stadium Nurse?” If it wasn’t clear already, Leon had little clue to what the little girl was talking about, the tilt of his head moved the hair slightly away from his face, meaning he was now currently staring at her with the eyepatched eye. Or, seemingly staring at her, as he attempted to think. I mean, if they were sure it was okay then he’d do it but he didn’t want to get in trouble for bringing home a weaponized guitar into the child's home. He then remembered, he wouldn’t be staying long anyway, even if something like that did happen lord knows he wouldn’t be confronted about it right. With that thought in his mind, Leon shrugged and slipped his hands in his pocket.

“Well then, my inquisitiveness about nurses aside, I believe that you now own a nice little guitar there right? I hope your parents don’t mind paying for lessons or how to use an axe.” He gave off a soft laugh, if the child actually decided to use the thing he’d actually be impressed, but certainly she wasn’t going to wield it as it was supposed to be, she was going to use it as a musical instrument.

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15HonoRaven

Thu Aug 09, 2018 4:56 pm · id 375 · page 1

Crimson Hawk: Bar ~ Sunset

"Hello, Miss Hono," ...

Chaotic orange eyes stared at the girl, unblinking, the suns trapped in her gaze seeming to be spinning rather quickly, the left eye appeared to even have a strange little blue-black fleck orbiting around it. The child knew her name... but Raven could not recall the last time she conversed with a child... besides Nocturne's poor host.

Still, the girl knew exactly who she was, as evidenced by the mention of her official position at the Stadium. So who was she?

"Merry meet young lady..."

Raven took another long pull from the bottle before switching her gaze back to the rocker as she blindly slid the sunglasses on top of the child's head... Two didn't know her very well if it thought she would wear plastic, it was a cute gesture, but not at all in line with the shapeshifter's fashion sense.

"I prefer the term 'Healer' these days, but I am legally also a nurse.." with a little flick of her fingers a tiny ball of light formed and then drifted towards the artist, if he was brave enough to touch it, it would disappear and Leon would find that he was feeling re-energized.

“Well then, my inquisitiveness about nurses aside, I believe that you now own a nice little guitar there right? I hope your parents don’t mind paying for lessons on how to use an axe.” He gave off a soft laugh...

"Axe fighting is not that difficult, although I am not certain that she has the upper-body strength for it yet..." Music was not Hono'os forte, so the distinction between a guitar and and 'Axe' went right over her fuzzy head.

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