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 Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 1:10 pm
OM NOM NOM!
Bishop would be found stuffing his face with some nice a** fried dumplings. Today he would be wearing a black beater with some slightly baggy dark denim jeans and a pair of black boots. He didn't carry his shield on this day, but he had his mace at his side and a new nice for personal protection. And OH s**t! Elliot was here! Too bad Bishop was too busy eating......Fat b***h.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 2:59 pm
Even Heroes needed to eat. Link would be likewise gorging himself on the free food, his left arm mildly slow about the task of lifting his fork to his mouth, but otherwise well enough to move to-and-fro. The GTB's medical team of spell casters, anatomy experts, and healers had done their job well. Was that Bishop and Pip? If Link noticed them, he did not betray it by slowing down his face stuffing. Navi was around, but the Master Sword and Link's shield were nowhere to be seen.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 3:06 pm
"Don't forget your milk!"
Suddenly, a teenage Malon had reappeared, taking a bottle of Lon Lon Ranch's finest milk, untwisting the cork, and pretty much forcing it down Link's mouth as she showed up to his right.
"Drink up!"
Being so forceful, she was basically causing milk to somewhat fall messily from his mouth. Innuendo references aside...
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 4:11 pm
If Navi was around, then Esouna stopped eating for a moment to ******** CHASE THAT THING.
Because sometimes, you just want to be a b***h. Also, the color of the glow interested the larger fairy, and it would make for good agility training.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 4:48 pm
"Eh?
Muffled and not actually quite a word, Link would turn his head to the side to regard Malon as she sprung up seemingly out of nowhere. Widening his cerulean optics and dry-swallowing the bit of potato in his mouth, the Hero of Time would be caught completely unawares as Malon shoved her famous milk down his throat whole. Flailing his arms and coughing, Link would lean away and, being the hazard that he was, fall off his seat and onto his rear, milk drenching his face, cap, and a good portion of his tunic.
A warm and innocent smile spread across his face as he started pushing his white-soaked bangs away from his eyes, completely oblivious to the fact that his fairy companion was now flying away with great agitation as it was being chased around. Navi, infinitely less patient than Link yet loathe to abandon him, would indulge Esouna with a chase, flying about the immediate vicinity while Link tried to see a familiar face from his childhood.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 5:02 pm
Malon watched innocently as he fell down onto his bum, acting like it wasn't her fault. She gave a giggle before screwing the cork back on and looking down at her fallen hero.
"What's wrong, Link," she said to the guy, her country accent strong. "If you're this easily caught off guard, thar ain't no telling what you're going to meet out there on the battle field. I've been cheering for you so far, doncha lose anytime soon. I'm waiting for you to win and bring the trophy back to Hyrule."
Then she stared another moment before adding: "Though we still need to find a way back to Hyrule."
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 5:46 pm
Thankfully for Navi, it wouldn't take long for Esouna to lose interest in favor of going back to her food. So that's what she did. The larger fairy stopped and dropped back onto the table, clattering a nearby plate, then ambled back to where she had previously sat.
Here, she idly watched Link and the chick talk. Well, the latter did most of the talking. Esouna brushed some crumbs from her shirt, then continued just sitting around and nomming on anything in reach.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 8:08 am
Somewhere in the back of it all, the platinum haired fighter so cutely named 'The Bone Queen' was lounging. She'd been invited to this tournament not as a participant, but a special guest. That said, she was certainly going to make the most of her time here. Namely studying those fighters that had gathered.
A sweep of her ruby optics, seemingly glowing with hellfire itself, would cast their judging gaze upon those gathered.
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The Female of the Species
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 9:41 pm
Swagga Hopper OM NOM NOM!
Bishop would be found stuffing his face with some nice a** fried dumplings. Today he would be wearing a black beater with some slightly baggy dark denim jeans and a pair of black boots. He didn't carry his shield on this day, but he had his mace at his side and a new nice for personal protection. And OH s**t! Elliot was here! Too bad Bishop was too busy eating......Fat b***h.
"YOINK!"
Elliot exclaimed as he snatched a fried dumpling from Bishop's plate with a theif's speed and ate it.
"It's good eh, but not too good eh?"
He remarked, joking as he took a seat next to his brother.
"Whaddup doe? I peeped you innat' last match, I see you steady on yo' grizzly, just straight-up mobbin' son."
(Greetings, I had the opportunity to view your previous match, and I must say, you are preforming quite fiercely.)
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2009 8:30 pm
To tell the truth, the swordsman would have preferred to use the time to get back to training on his basics. Bu~t...
*Growl*
How can he work on getting his skills back up to par, when his stomach is rumbling like a thunderstorm? Hunger pangs aside, the next guest that would arrive to the lunch event would be the swordsman, his hood pulled back to reveal his dark colored hair, his eyes sweeping across the area to see the bountiful amounts of food just...sitting there. All lined up neatly.
Tasty-looking food.
Thirst-quenching drinks.
His expression narrowed a bit, as if a cat targeting a prey.
Hands tensed.
Upper body leaning slightly forward.
And with one swift motion...
The swordsman grabbed an empty plate nearby, feeling the faint texture across his gloved hands before he waltzed to the nearest table -
To begin acquiring, a long deserved feast.
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 11:05 am
Bishop would set back in his chair and stick a Kool True Menthol Super Long between his lips, igniting the tip and taking a drag before conversing.
"Naw man, my game was off, but I saw you chewin' up that lil' asian dude. Im still not fully healed from my match, I stressed my wounds way too much man."
Bishop would eat his last dumpling and hit the cancer stick again as him and his brother conversed about the last match.
"My guess is Ill see you at home, I think that was my second loss, oh well, long as you get the money we good."
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 6:25 pm
"Ch'yea , you know how I do. Speaking of how I do, I saw these fly-a** chicas in the crowd..."
He started, before going into vivid and graphic detail, using all sorts of hand gestures and stuff.
"But che'yea, I wouldn't esweat it if I was you. But inna case you don't move on I got some good news. Word on the estreet is TFOA is done wit'. Mosta' dem either gave up or are visitin' San Pedro, or more like el Diablo. That means we can get back to business uninterrupted, comprende? I already called Gable to hold s**t down till' we get back."
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Midus Sonners Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 3:55 pm
Midus and a group of what looked to be reporters walked out of the adjoining room into the lobby area, the people trying to get some information from the man concerning the final round, the participants, and the current Heaven or Hell tournament that is taking place in a few weeks, a considered rival to the GTB.
"No, no, I assure you, I do not see myself as an enemy of that tournament. In fact, I tend to go there myself in a week or two and see if I can build up some sort of partnership to help contribute to the fighting sports community. With HoH's popularity and GTB's own wealth of resources, we may bring in a new era."
Midus came to a stop, his attention causing the reporters to do the same as he looked over at the desk, seeing one of the fighters standing over, making a very extravagant order. The golden-haired man raised his hand to his audience: "Excuse me."
He walked over toward Omi, speaking with a pleasant smile on his face: "Well, Mr. Barsait, I see that you're making one last order of food before you leave? Why not stay and watch the finals? Surely you're not feeling defeated enough that you can't watch the finals of a tournament you participated in."
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 1:29 pm
His hair raised on end.
It wasn't the fact it was too obviously the infamous Midus Sonners as his voice was a well known pattern in this tourney. Neither was it that Omi's order was being interrupted, given he'd already more or less made it save a nice, fitting drink to wash it all down. No, quite simply, it wasn't even the presumptuous accusation of his departure without the intent to see the tourney's end, nor the unneeded hinting of his earlier defeat; that was to be expected though perhaps not from the Sonners himself.
It was the camera clasps and the hushed whispers that took the previously docile Omi Barsait, and nearly drowned him in sudden mind-splitting rage almost instantaneously.
".. of course not." Was the response in an almost exasperated tone of voice, as the [Serpentine Manipulation Artist] began to slowly turn about face in place with a calculated smile and a clockwise spin. "With all due respect, illustrious tourney patron - I need not a reminder of what I already intend to do, nor what I have failed to achieve yet. I'm the one who set in motion both, after all. Favorable or not.." Last words trailing off in a whisp of air, he was keeping his cool, yet it was still difficult to not feel unnerved at the sight of those almost mindless crowd-goers' eyes. A few disappointed faces pierced through Sonners' small following right into the long-haired semi-finalist's eyes, suggesting all too evidently that they expected Barsait to respond wildly and erratically here in this setting..
..it was enough to tempt him to sate their wishes.
"Now, if you'll pardon me, I've a rather lovely order of food to dine on - it was a pleasure talking to you Mr. Sonners, but I'm sure you have more pressing matters to attend to." Shoulders taunt, both snake-head pauldrons seem to jar forward just the slightest bit. Then all at once, he began turning around again, this time counter-clockwise.
Normally, even with his almost euphoric rage brooding in him, he forced himself to stay calm when it counted. Right now, he had to acknowledge he was in poor spirits; clumsy words could have a profound effect upon him, so to let them so easily would be disastrous. Especially from the only Midus Sonners, after all. It would surely be an incident that couldn't be overlooked, and recalling the absurd staff Barsait had seen reside in this place of competition over the years.. well, it wasn't wise.
Still, he could feel it. A low rumbling in him. His right fist, gauntlet sheathed, shaking just the tiniest bit to the point Omi could feel it. It wanted to strike something.. there was a pompous air threatening to choke Barsait's peaceful interests.
".. Unimportant!!" He reaffirmed his resolve to keep his cool, instead drifting back over the choice of delicious drink, as that very shaking fist found the fellow's chin, only a whiles ago smashed into by that opponent [Link], resting onto it in order to steady it. "Now- now.. nothing alcoholic, I'll be ill as it is. Something.. something soothing. A fine cider perhaps."
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