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 Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 4:03 pm
Michael kind of expected this, she couldn't take the heat, so she got herself out of the kitchen. How cute. Though, this brought up the pursuing factor, and drove Michael even further. Chasing her down wouldn't be easy, seeing as he was still standing there, dumbfounded, and utterly confused. Michael's right arm soon changed again, bone folded back in toward his arm, and tucked away safely back from whence it came. Acid dripped from his arm, and eat away at his skin. Sealing his self-inflicted wound, and hiding his mutation. After all of this had taken place, Michael approached the window. Stepping onto broken glass, and breaking it further under his weight.
Peeking his head out of the window, and watching as Aila sprinted off toward the pool. Michael was still extremely confused, and was questioning why she was running off toward the pool in his head. Over and over again. Eventually though, he grabbed the window seal cautiously, avoiding any glass, and pushed himself over it. Leaping through the window after her. As he fell, he closed each eye, and concentrated on his back. Popping another pocket of pus, and letting the mutation take over his entire body. After the first one had popped, another one exploded, forcing black bone out through his back, and creating what looked like a makeshift wing.
Although in this case, they weren't what they seemed, in reality, it was another sharp barb. Which scratched down the wall of the building, and slowed down his falling speed. This continued until he met the ground, soft, and sound. Dusting himself off once he landed on the ground, and forcing the bone back into his back. Sealing his wound once again, and then taking off across the cement. Kicking his feet behind him, and running once again. Making his way toward the pool, and stopping once he reached the gate. Which he hopped over, and then stripped off his shirt. Exposing his muscular upper body, and catching the eye of every other female sun bathing. Michael was indeed, a good looking guy. Approaching the edge of the pool, he kicked off each boot, rolled up each pant leg, and placed his feet in the water. Kicking them every once in awhile, and waiting for his target. It wouldn't take very long, but eventually, she would notice him, and probably run off.
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 9:26 am
The beast did not like fancy parties or attend big banquets he was more of the solitude, he preferred the silence of nature to the noise of society. He strolled through the front doors of the hotel draped entirely in a large black cloak that was tattered and worn, trailing behind him like a wake of shadows as he lumbered to the front counter to check in. The attendant behind the desk nearly fell out of fright when he turned to address his customer who only answered his request to assist Sama by sliding a note across the desk. The beast had with him a duffel bag that was also worn, jiggling slightly as he placed it on the marble floor. The 6’4” beast glanced around the area for a minute sizing up the possible exist and structural weak points before turning back to the attendant who greeted him and began to work on the paper work. Regardless of how many strong fighters he had addressed the man was still taken back in fear of the thing before for…most of his customers where human after all. Once checked in the monstrosity lifted his bag from the floor and lumbered up the stairs to his room…to await his summoning….
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 11:30 pm
Seth being checked in before simply went up to his room. the hotel itself was very pretty in nature. It was well lit, and had vast hallways. But then again Seth expected nothing less from a hotel hosting a large tournament like this. By the time Seth walked over to the elevator he was slouching in a tired manner.
" *YYYYYaawwwn* .."
...Excussse me
A smile crept on his face. the place wasn't very lively much but that was maybe becuase they was already in bed already. Seth was such a creature accustomed to the night. As his sleepish behavior lingered Seth noticed his vision was back to normal, he was sober again. The doors opened to the elevator inviting Seth inside, so he went. Pressing the number of his floor the doors closed swiftly behind him. It moved fast for one of those top of the line things.
DDDINNNGGGGG~!!!
"...Here is my stop" To his room he went for a nice slumber
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 12:03 am
Leonard was a late arrival, as he had been working his last shift before the tournament at Mr. Cluck’s Chicken Shack, so he didn’t get there until the ball was well underway, sure he could have just asked to change shift but he didn’t really care, to Leonard the only attractive part of a party was the free food, and apparently he could get that for free at the hotel with much less fuss.
Checking in didn’t seem take too long and as Leonard made his way to his room, carrying with him an oversized rucksack with part of his wooden weapons sticking out, he couldn’t help but marvel at how high class the hotel was, heck if it ended up being as good as it looked Leonard might just keep signing up for the tournament if only for the free vacation.
The room he had been assigned didn’t disappoint either and the chocolate on the pillow was especially delightful, still Leonard would not let the excitement get the best of him, it was late and the fighting began the next day, so after ordering a light snack through room service, and watching a few minutes of TV while he ate it, Leonard went to sleep on what was the without a doubt the best bed he had ever slept in.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 8:59 pm
Having returned to his room that night, after a most interesting opener, Cyril made his way through the door and towards his bed. Plopping down heavily onto the bed, he faced upwards, staring blankly at the ceiling, wondering exactly what it was that he was doing. Cyril knew that fighting was in his blood, but to make an exhibition of it such as this, for his own greed and prophet. He didn't understand exactly what had dragged his state of mind into thinking this was at all a good idea. He didn't understand what exactly had driven him to this decision. He was a rebel of sorts, dabbling into unconventional techniques for his melee combat, and always finding a way to have fun, even if the situation called for something along the lines of a more serious visage.
Nonetheless, there was no use mourning over spilled milk. Cyril's decision had been made, and he could not fall back. He was of his people, and surrender was most certainly not an option. Although, this upcoming fight would most assuredly be something new to him. A lesson, if you will. He was soon to learn what it was to fight a warrior maiden. His opponents had consisted of those of a more male persuasion in the past, and Cyril was unaccustomed to thinking that he would have to bring upon his hand in battle against that of a woman... He was putting much to much thought into this, for if he could not take an objective view of his opponents, then he was guaranteed defeat. He had to take this as he would any battle before, the opponent was his opponent, regardless of what they were to him outside of the arena, what they were to him in it, was a threat. An obstacle. A mean to his ends. He would have to follow that mean through, so that he could reach his end.
Cyril, having had enough thought for the night, decided he was ready for bed..
The following morning, he woke early, ready for the day. He began, with his usual regiment of nutritional breakfast, large enough to provide the boost of energy for the day, but not enough to weigh him down so that he could not be capable in combat. Cyril moved back up to his room, to commence his stretches, of course, now his nudity was much less than public. Remaining in his room, continuing what he needed to do so that he could actually present a decent amount of threat in the upcoming battle. Even if this wasn't truly war, he had to create the scenario in his head, so that he could truly bring out in him what he would need to succeed..
And with that.. Cyril was ready.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 4:25 pm
Tous Shinjiko, a competitor that could not compete due to extenuating circumstances. He made his way into the hotel with his entourage of people, noted that they all dressed in black suits and wore black sunglasses. Aside from him there were ten others now, though the number seemed to change periodically.
One of his people had already made sure that Tous had a room, so they didn't stop at the front desk. Instead they went to the elevators. Tous and five men in one, then the other five in another. They all made it to the seventh floor, heading off in its direction. Though it wouldn't be hard for anyone else to figure out where Tous was staying anyways, so he didn't try to hide himself further.
It didn't take long for them to reach the door in fact, and with this Tous opened that door. It opened to a room with a single large bed, and the other amenities of the hotel's rooms. Other than that, one could note the three laptops and then six television monitors. What were they monitoring? The fights. Mixed in with the other cameras watching the fights, Tous had his own in place at each fight taking place. If he couldn't fight them, he would study them.
Among these things, there were also large stainless steel cases, to which held merchandise. He was a broker of sorts, of his own kind, and sold weapons and other vices to whomever could pony up the money.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 9:55 pm
"We need to talk."
It was entirely true. Weeks ago, Stryphe Ebrowen Epothos had stalked down Raulin Quatremaine, High Priest of the Falician Order, and beat the man into a near-dead bloody heap for not instantly supplying information. The demon-man couldn't have felt any less conlficted that night, but afterwards he still had to question his own intentions.
Only for a second though, because recalling smashing the High Preist's frail skull into the temple wall caused Epothos to don a toothy smirk that left no doubt for anyone: it had been worth it.
Unfortunately, it had been that same night when Sey had mysteriously fled the temple with two, smalled cloaked figures in tow, and so Epothos had not been able to get any answers until now when he'd finally managed to track her down.
"There were some loose ends I had to tie up before I came looking for you, though- circles that don't need to know me anymore. Not now. Hurry."
The tall, shadowy man in a black business suit was taking long strides through the crowds and commotions on the way from the infirmary to the hotel, thankful for the plentiful noise in the air to mask both his and Seyumi's voices. He hadn't left much time for a proper greeting or reunion, fully aware that there might even never be one. It was straight to brass tacs.
"You seem far less concerned for yourself, and those other two that fled with you, than you should be, Seyumi!"
Stryphe shouldered his way into the hotel and straight for the nearest elevator.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 10:54 pm
Sey froze, the sound of the masculine voice behind her nearly sending her tripping over her flowing gown. Her heels clacked against the floor of the hotel's lobby in quick succession as she caught herself, spinning around to turn and face the ghost of a man - a demon - that so often haunted her idle mind. "Stryphe." Her voice quavered over the name in a mixture of surprise and relief, the healer struggling to find her voice in the wave of emotion that threatened to choke her into silence. She followed after him, lifting the cloud-like fabric of her sleeveless gown in her hands as she fell into step at his right as they headed toward the elevators. He seemed well enough despite the sense of urgency that was clear in his tone, the demon wearing the formal suit in his typical disheveled manner and a distinct absence of wounds as was part of his typical attire the handful of times she'd seen him last. "Stryphe what's going on-"Liquid Lights "You seem far less concerned for yourself, and those other two that fled with you, than you should be, Seyumi!" She bristled at his words, pressing the call button with a white gloved slam of her fist as she looked up at him with a silver eyed glare. "And what would you know?!" She wanted to say more, to yell at him more for presuming to be so informed after not having seen her for months. It wasn't as though he knew her shame of toiling under Raulin's watchful gaze, knowing that the events of that day were caused in part, if not in full, by her failure to do what was expected of her. Her failure in being a White Mage. It wasn't as though he'd know of the suffering of those two children who were now viewed as the worst sort of demon by the church - the only family they had left. "You better start talking. Now. Because despite all the s**t that I take from you, I'm not about to stand here and listen to a lecture about safety - least of all from you."
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 11:37 pm
He looked rather smug, leaning up against the wall while the elevator made it's return trip to the lobby floor, absorbing the stern words of the priestess. For the most part, he was just happy to see her. Seeing her angry was a bonus.
"I know," He began softly, his tone more serious than his outward expression, "that you escaped the temple. I was standing in the field of graves that night when you and two others crept off the grounds."
Ding.
He stepped inside, leaning the glaive across one side of the elevator's interior, from one corner to another, and then moved to press a button before stopping to let one finger hover above the panel.
"Do you have a room?"
Either way, someone would press one of those buttons and he'd step to the back of the elevator and slide to the floor, taking a seat.
"I had a bad feeling, and so Al. I tried to ask Raulin, who tested my patience. Things got ugly for him, and almost got twice as ugly for me..."
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 11:48 pm
"I know. You might not have gone back to the Temple since that night but I live there, remember?" Stepping inside the elevator after him and reaching to the console to push a button before he had the chance to, Sey moved to stand opposite him in the elevator and crossed her arms. "The High Priest rarely lets me forget that one of my dear friends attempted to injure him so grievously." And she had to stand there whenever he reminded her so humiliatingly, biting her tongue and suffering silently through the indignities that the demon before her gave her so heedlessly. "So what? Did you learn something about why those innocent kids are being treated as something more fearful then a demon like you?" He'd stomped back into her life with a sense of urgency and she wasn't about to let him brush it off by giving her info that she already knew.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 10:13 am
There was a pause for satisfaction before he continued- at the bottom of it all, the him that would never change delighted in raising hell, especially for the Falicians.
"I said," Through the side of his mouth that was now twisted into a slightly annoyed grimace, "I didn't learn anything. That's why I'm asking you."
He didn't feel stupid for attacking Raulin that night and going away empty handed- but now he felt like quite the fool, having not looked back to the temple even once for Sey. Apparently she'd never been in any danger at all.
"You've hidden them. Raulin must known this."
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 10:35 am
Liquid Lights "I said," Through the side of his mouth that was now twisted into a slightly annoyed grimace, "I didn't learn anything. That's why I'm asking you." Her tiny hope that there was some good that could come out of the violence that he'd wrought was extinguished with his words, her glossed lips pressing into a hard line as she mulled over the nugget of knowledge. Beaten within an inch of his life and the High Priest hadn't said a thing? Either Stryphe was loosing his touch or there was something he was about that was worth the man's life that he'd stay silent over. But why those two children? Liquid Lights "You've hidden them. Raulin must known this." That was something that he should know about her; known for years at least. Even a demon should know that she was a woman sworn to a God to uphold his tenant of protecting all life. "He knows that I had somewhat to do with their disappearance from the cloisters; I was questioned when I returned to the Temple after hiding them. But he can't do anything about it, not now at least. He knows full well that I was the High Priestess of that Temple before him and still commands some authority of that station." She paused for a moment, digesting his words and catching something that was hidden between his gruff declarations. "Stryphe..." Her head shook and her black curls rippled over her shoulders like an obsidian waterfall. There was no way. "If you're trying to tell me that the High Priest of Barton would dare to break his oaths and put me in danger, I'll eat my shoe. It may sound crazy to someone like you but when you've been raised in the High Temple-" She laughed before continuing, the noise an outlet of bitterness. "The Faithful would never do anything to jeopardize the safety of their souls. Raulin knows that he would be damned in this life and the rest if he did so."
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 11:56 am
Rhoslyn lounged about the pool, seemingly working on his tan as he leafed through a novel. He seemed quite content to be there, decidedly shinier than usual in the relevant areas that he generally didn't display to the public so the public wouldn't be staring at his junk, and was drinking something that looked to be about an Elton John out of ten on the gay scale.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 1:41 pm
"Yes," He said blankly, "you've made it clear that this isn't about you."
Ding~
The demon-man pushed away from the floor, lazily sliding up the backside of the elevator and rising to his full height, glowering through long, wavy, dark brown locks of hair over at the little white mage.
"Once, for the right price, Raulin could have easily hired me to take those children away from you. It wouldn't be difficult, and I've never had much patience for the middle-man, either. I don't care what oaths Raulin has taken..."
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 5:26 pm
Liquid Lights "Once, for the right price, Raulin could have easily hired me to take those children away from you. It wouldn't be difficult, and I've never had much patience for the middle-man, either." She stared back at him, arms still crossed and not showing any signs of wanting to walk out of the elevator with him. It wasn't even their floor - some poor guy had called the elevator and was just about to walk inside but caught sight of the duo staring daggers at each other and slowly stepped back, deciding to take the next elevator up. It wasn't in Seyumi's nature to be angry, but it was for her to be stubborn and in this situation she used her natural talent to the extent of her ability, glaring obstinately at the demon who only dropped in on her when he felt inclined to infuriate her. If the only reason of his sudden visit was to inform her of his worries then fine - but to threaten to take those kids from her was something that she would not stand, regardless of their history together. "Did he." Her words were low and an audible threat, the petite white mage refusing to back down under his green eyed glower. They both knew exactly what the other was capable of and it was because she considered him a friend that she never turned her gifts on him in the way they were meant to be used - to destroy his kind and send them back to the dark depths they crawled out of. All in all it seemed like a lovely reunion for the two former comrades in arms.
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