Crimson Hawk Hotel [Page 8]

Her heart skipped a beat as he spun them around, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her skirts and hair twirling about them in a crimson swirl. Cheeks flushed, Sierra drew back from their kiss her lips parted in a small 'o' of surprise as the heat leapt between them and her body shuddered against him with the sensation of it all. Her eyes swam a molten gold as the power shimmered between them, the very air wavering in the heat. The rising temperature around them echoing the raw promise in her eyes as she grinned at him.

Vahn Fah Wrote:

> "You sure took your time getting here."

"Mmmf!"

She pressed her forehead to his and was about to explain all about how they'd almost died riding in the metal carriage, when--

Garah Kirjearim Wrote:

> "Hold on, I am not done yet," said the shinobi. Then, he walked up to Vahn. Keeping his elbows in and holding his hands pronated at chest height, he took a pot shot at the Murmillion, throwing a light lead right at Vahn's head.

"I wouldn't do that if I were--!!!" Reiyvian's voice raised in alarm as she saw the man try to re-engage Vahn while he was distracted by his embrace with his wife.

"Spin me again." She breathed, her voice husky as her smile spread into something more mischievous.

If Vahn did as she asked without hesitation, the man whose fist was aimed at the face pressed next to hers, would see an incarnadine blur, as the elven woman moved with an inhuman agility and flexibility, spun around by the man whose waist she was anchored to, she would brace against Vahn's shoulders and swing her torso outward with considerable force as she snapped irritatedly at their aggressor,

*"RUDE!"*

And in the same instant, there would be a solid, yet wet sounding

**- CRACK! -**

As she brought her head around with her body and violently rocked forward and connected with his face. If he managed to catch a glimpse of her expression, her eyes were wide with excitement and her mouth was a crimson cut in her perfect porcelain face, grinning at him fiercely.

Simultaneously, her dexterous tail would wrap around the wrist of his outstretched arm. Yanking him with them; a sharp and painful tug as Vahn spun, she spun, he spun, they all spun~ aiming to carry him off balance before releasing him to stumble away.

"--you." Reiyvian sighed and shook her head.

"I give up! I swear to the Goddess! She's impossible!"

Sierra would watch him, keeping her eyes on the other man as she retorted with a frown that almost seemed like it was a smile,

"Do you mind?"

Some people...

He couldn't help but stifle a snort of laughter as she used their momentum to stop the fighter; the guy obviously showed an inability to know when to call it quits. "Oi..." he called out, even as he continued to support Sierra about his waist. "You might want to take a raincheck on this one pal" he called out to the man....never cease to amaze.

Even as the fighter made his approach, with the Murmillion unphased by the sudden transformation the guy had taken, Vahn would stare the guy down intently. The temperature in the surrounding area seemed to skyrocket, resulting in a stifling pressure of thick heat pressing down on the man. To anyone looking, especially the approaching fighter, it would seem as if his eyepatch was gone and that left eye was there- fixing a look straight into the fighter's very spirit. It would carry with it an almost primal and animalistic sense of death. In the fighter's head it would seem as if he continued to approach, then he would more than likely meet an abrupt end. In his mind's eye, his very body (lightning and all) would feel as if it were being rendered into nothing but ash the closer he got.

Thanks to the Soul Bond Vahn and Sierra shared, the abilities between the two of them were amplified to frightening degrees when in proximity, even more so by their desire for one another. For any one person to attempt to take them both on by themselves was the height of foolishness and an easy ticket to the afterlife of one's choosing.

Cthulhu Wish Wrote:

Sins of an Angel Wrote:

Just a Kroww Wrote:

Connor’s view of Melech was blocked as Jake stepped up, like he’d be able to stop him if...

“Easy bro.”

Connor blinked, “Jake? Hey…!” And Zandra was stepping up beside him now, the hammer was tossed to the side, “Guys! I’m not going to rip his—Izzy!?”

Quote: Wrote:

> The overwhelming sense of panic and shame continued overwhelmed her and finally, the punker turned slightly away from everyone and bent over.

The wave of emotion from the punker rocked him like a blow and as the bile came up he felt sympathetic flutters in his gut and a lump form in his own throat for very different reasons. His voice came out as a croak. “Ah ********, Izzy!” But that didn’t do his reaction justice. It was the kind of black he bled when the things inside rattled their cages. Connor made to step forward away from Jake and Zandra and past Melech then froze and stared as the devil turned, tending to Izette. His nostrils flared at the smell of ichor and everything, and everyone, else in the shop.

*XXXXXMelech. His face wavers in Connor’s mind. The devil wears a miasmic cloak that hides him from Connor and burns his nose, yet it stirs the Worm to hunger; Connor chokes on the stench.

XXXXXZandra. Tough and rugged, she feels of dirt and grease. A shadow stretches behind her, the familiar figure of a woman loved; Connor’s tongue is slick with oil, or perhaps his heart has leapt to his mouth.

XXXXXJake.Young and human, but not. Izzy’s cousin. In his wake he carries the scent of sleepless nights and kitchen cooking; Connor watches a woman flipping cards and sees his face in them bleeding ink.

XXXXXAnd finally, Izzy. ‘Izette Pretzel’. Cold rage simmering in cigarette smoke as she marches through doors with deadly intent, yet numb. Promises broken? Kept? Her shame and loss is a black hole that tugs him violently in; Connor wants to take the leap.*

And floating above it, the scent of old gods wafting from that bloody bag. Already fading as Melech removed the knife. Connor feels the gaze of Voss and his ever changing eye boring into his mind, so interested in the events.

• - - - - -

Something in his mind clicked and memories rushed in. He didn’t pause to consult them; they washed over him like a flood. Mel, it was Mel! Why the ******** did he feel like assaulting him? Melech, Izzy’s lover...Melech in the dreamscape, drawn by Mnem, her manipulations and Connor’s...his…

Kroww

Mind snapped back to the present, his eyes brightened to gold. A tired nod. “...Melech.” An explosive breath out, Connor hadn’t realized he’d been holding it.

“Yeah, sorry. I uh...didn’t recognize your other face for a moment.”

“Okayyy. I don’t know about anyone else but I’ve had my fill of crazy for one day. Mel, Jake, would you guys mind meeting us at the Crimson Hawk? I’ll take that ride. C’mon.” Zandra took his arm and with a somewhat confused nod Connor let her pull him away, until Mel spoke up again. Damn, how did I almost forget he was there? The hell is going on here?

"Afraid not, love. I have to speak with him. Isn’t that right, Connor?”

Unspoken, Mel’s intentions struck Connor like a slap in the face. *Oh, you [********] There was a flare of the Carapace through his eyes, a flush on his face that was the briefest display of annoyance. “He’s right Zandra. Dammit, you should go with, help Izzy out. I can be there in a tick...or meet you in Latent if you guys leave first.”

He was concerned even if he wasn’t showing it well at first. Then again Connor had always been reserved with his friends, was tough to open up but he’d always be there...when he was around. Maybe that guilt of not being here this time around was getting to him.

“There’s something Mel and I have to talk about, hopefully we have some answers for you guys...and for Izzy.”*

Quote: Wrote:

> SHHK-- "We have a situation!"

"Handle it please, you were trained for 'situations.' The Suits only have so much authority and power here, and that's why local authorities exist."

Response.

"Are you... are you kiddingme?"

Response.

"Fine, scramble the Suits down to contain the area. Don't call the GPD yet, we should be able to handle this well enough."

Her hand off the walkie's talk button, D' groaned loudly to the ceiling. This type of thing wouldn't have been tolerated in the past... no, the Judges would have intervened and if not them, Creation and the Gamma/u units. But as noted to the employee, Blazestar had trained its members for this sort of thing, and so the response would be immediate. From various locations around the hotel they would come, ladies and gentlemen and those of indistinguishable gender, humans and elf and beast-person and half-devil and half-Chozo, to the entrance and the street beyond. All twenty were armed with black batons, a quarter with specialized rifles with a thick, green tube running from the back end to a pouch hidden on the rear of their belt loops. None dared get too close to the melee that was quickly growing out of hand, but all of Blazestar's security personnel-- the "Suits"--stood moved into position many safe feet away. Those carrying the rifles held them at ready, but did not aim. Two lines had been drawn with their bodies: one curved line containing the melee, and a straight one separating everything from the Hotel itself.

"Okay, okay, hold the Hell up, you guys!" The words weren't directed at the Suits, but the couple and the man assaulting them. Twitch ran out of the front doors with a hand in the air, trying to get their attention. The lines parted and rejoined as she passed, and Twitch dared to approach the three making a hell of a ruckus. Immediately did she feel the heat rise with every step she took, but so would all three of them feel Twitch's aura of Calm, one that would hopefully begin to lessen the aggression. She carefully sidestepped lines and wet tar, a hand still up as she tried to get their attention. D' eventually stopped walking forward when she was about seven feet away... the oven in front of her was only barely bearable.

"Mr. Vahn, Mr... Clash, correct?... and my lady," petitioned D', "can I kindly ask you three to end your fight here, and maybe save some of that for the tournament? We'll soon have areas set up for exhibition and free matches, but... it's just not here and now."

show spoilerhide spoiler

Vahn Fah Wrote:

Lady Sierra Wrote:

Garah Kirjearim Wrote:

Twitch's upraised hand moved forward to the flung fireball, the Tear of the Fallen beneath her left eye beginning to change color from black to purple. With it, a wave of black and purple flames leapt from her arm to her fingertips, coalescing into a fireball that collided with Garah's. The splash damage from their meeting was nothing compared to what was already happening, but D' leaned her head away from it all the same.

"I...okay. Bubbles, wake Lazenca. Egami Evitagen."

The attacking hand moved to the middle of her chest, fingertips pointing skyward at an angle, as her free hand moved below. Together, the hands seemed as if they were cupping something. Simultaneously with this action did lines begin to form on the ground beneath them, spreading outward rapidly even as they spun around her. Her Calm faded, replaced by soft singing as her body lifted a foot from the ground.

show spoilerhide spoilerEXSpecial: Egami Evitagen – Tapping into her Tear of the Fallen and all of the powers it represents, Twitch temporarily switches the elemental planes' alignment, reversing the elements – fire looks like fire, but reads as water and is thus unusable by anyone using fire abilities. Only if an attack is switched to fire can she manipulate it, and depending on the situation, it may actually appear as fire. However, note that this “Dramatic Effect” applies only to the affected attack rather than the field or magical field effect, and Egami Evitagen will not cause any immediately damaging field effects. For example, in an arena where Dark is the latent element, EE temporarily switches the latent element to Light. While this will surely make demons and vampires frown because it will be like fighting on hallowed grounds, it will not make them begin to burn on the spot. Likewise, switching a forest’s Terra alignment to Lightning will not turn the ground into a lightning net.

The technique does not switch what a person is able to control, only what the elements on the field are. Twitch will always stick to what reads as fire, a cryomancer would always stick to what reads as ice/water, and a typical priest would always stick to what reads as light; and if they are able to control open fire/ice/electricity, a zone switch would allow them to do so. Assuming the field/attack switches favorably for her and becomes temporarily fire-aligned, Dramatic Effect is fully active and enhanced, changing the appearance of the arena and D’ will not incur any cost for manipulation of an opponent’s attack or open flames. The elemental plane opposites are as follows: Fire / Water; Lightning / Terra; Light / Dark; Air / Non-elemental (Chi, Spirit). Sub-elements such as Ice, Void, and Steel will be classified into appropriate approximate elements depending on the attack affected.

No matter the result of elemental zone switches, Egami Evitagen’s activation is very visible and audible, a large magical circle's individual shapes and characters spinning on the ground around her with a 40 yard radius; singing can also be heard. Twitch's general maneuverability increases as she regains shredded, ethereal wings that increase her land speed by hovering a foot over the ground, causing direct-ground attacks to pass beneath her unless she is pointedly standing on the ground. In addition, Fireball's siphon effect automatically takes 1/3rd of an opponent's energy.

"Attack me again, and you're likely to be eaten. I have a tournament to fund, and you're becoming expensive to deal with."

In the background, an android was calling a friend who was much more used to fighting people in insane circumstances. It wasn't in Bubbles' nature to sound worried for her rather capable boss, but she did impress upon the person on the other side of the phone that Vahn was present (not that what was happening was his fault), and President Aire was about to fail at damage control.

show spoilerhide spoiler

Vahn Fah Wrote:

Lady Sierra Wrote:

Garah Kirjearim Wrote:

The Crimson Hawk Hotel | Streetside | Hotel Entrance

Maximos zoomed down crowded Durem sidewalk without a care in the world. Beneath him he could feel the raw power of the machine he had just purchased. The sales person had told called it a beast and claimed it would make him feel young and powerful again. Now, whooshing through the crowds, Max had no reason to believe the man was a liar. He did feel like young. And powerful. And like a beast.

Ahead of him people cleared a lazy path. Some protested, some laughed, others looked around for cameras. From behind him Max could hear the thawp, thwap, thawp of hurried feet. No one noticed him approaching the Hawk, the beast beneath him was entirely silent. Attentions were turned toward another scene, something unfolding in the center. Perfect. He had seen this in a thousand episodes. He was going to ride this beast directly into the front door of the Crimson Hawk and up to his room. It was going to be amazing. This beast beneath him, this fountain of power was but a seed. He would make stronger, better, and this would be it's start. It's blazing red spotlight burning a page in history.

And then, distracted by the events happening on the curb and the sight of not only Vahn Fah but also Sierra, and the President of Blazestar - Jack stopped pushing. Maximos was completely ignorant to this and the motorcycle drifted ahead on solely it's own momentum, racing toward the first front step of the hotel at the blazing speed of 1 mph. Max wore the wide eyed and gleeful expression of a man about to perform the absolute sickest of tricks in front of an audience.

One of the hotel employees stepped forward to say something to Max or maybe help, another recognized the blue haired man on the scarlet beast and grabbed his coworkers arm and then shook his head. The first employee stopped and turned his attention back to the fight. The front tire of the motorcycle impotently struck the first step of the Crimson Hawk landing and came to a halt, Max followed the instructions the salesman had given and squeezed the brakes even though the motorcycle had already come to a stop.

It immediately fell over. Along with the man atop it. Hearing the crash Jack shoved his way through the crowd in time to see Max, dusting off his pants and jacket standing beside the fallen motorcycle and pieces of cracked red and white fiberglass and plastic dotting the sidewalk. The bike's windshield had a huge jagged V shaped crack in it.

"This thing is really dangerous!" Max proclaimed catching Jack's eye. Though he looked more impressed than anything else. Jack took a moment to fully accept that his employer had just tried to ride motorcycle that wasnt even on into a crowded hotel - and just just stared at Max. A long, deep, soul searching stare. "Now I understand how the masked riders use it to defeat their enemies!"

"Are...are you kidding me right now?" He said after a long moment. He meant the words to sound angry, but this was Max. This was the man he worked for. The man who offered him a ridiculous amount of money to push this bike down the street for three blocks so he could test it. Jack's words came across more exasperated than anything else and were punctuated with a sigh. "It's not even on..."

"Not now, it's resting. Help me get it inside."

"No it was never...nevermind." Max replied with a single oblivious nod and then reached into his jacket and pulled out a fist sized bag and handed it to Jack. It clinked and jingled as it landed in his hand.

"Always a pleasure Jack." He said with a grin.

"I hate you..." Jack mumbled beneath his breath in reply. And then, completely embarrassed right next to some of the coolest people on Gaia, Jack did exactly what he was told.

Silver Alexander Wrote:

Using xenomancy and the divine embodiment with-in him to sense and under-stand the basis of D's confusion of the elemental planes' alignment, Garah knew how to improvise his abilities to match those of D's to at least some extent. By merely reversing the effect of D's spell, Garah achieved planar realignment on the field of battle. Back-pedaling quickly, Garah hasted to his sword, using his right hand to pull it out of the earth. Roaring loudly, he charged head-long in-to battle at sixty-six percent energy, leading with his left fist.