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| Topic Started: Nov 29 2012, 04:49 AM (450 Views) | |
| 栄 THE Cat | Nov 29 2012, 04:49 AM Post #1 |
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A man with a light complexion moved through the crowd in Oshibana Town. His clothing was not the most normal that day.. at least it wasn't normal for the residents of the town. The man had a dark coat, but oddly cut around the sleeves to show his arm, yet still covering his forearm. The coat was cut around his torso so his bottom abdomen would be showing. He also had a purple shirt with stripes underneath the forearm region, and the abdomen region that his particular coat refused to cover. In short the purple shirt was what covered his abdomen from showing. His pants that day seemed almost leathery, and his shoes were his usual boots. His hair seemed its usual mess, but it looked almost.. groomed, the mans eyes were almost light purple. Jason was technically on a mission to help this town in a small way.. Did he really care about the individuals there? Not really. This town was known for having some trouble, but recently there was word of a tournament.. one that would attract some even more dangerous people. He already knew the men weren't going to be strong.. since the price would not be nearly enough for a wizard, so this was perfect for this particular man.. the dark mage seemed to even be smiling as he walked down the road with a flyer in his hand (which he stole from a shady looking fellow). He made a swift left turn on the sidewalk and walked deeper inside an alley that looked rather dangerous. Left and right were brick houses that were void of color, yet he saw questionable stains on the walls of that hallway. The stains were red, of course. He walked until he saw a big man in front of a door.. or what looked like a small gate. It was thick, he could tell, and it looked extremely hard to open without the necessary equipment. He walked up the man, uppon looking closer he could see the man wasn't just tall and muscular.. but also bald. The man in front of the door had a shirt that was pure black, and even pants that seemed to show his leg muscles. He wasn't impressed by the man's superior strength.. after all, the Katana he had around his waist seemed enough to hold him at bay. The man in front of the door asked him for his reasons for being in the area. "I'm here to earn some money.. do you have a job?" The man in front of the door nodded, and smiled.. he smiled as well. The guard opened the door and allowed the Dark mage to enter the halls.. upon walking further inside the brick building he will see the arena where he will be fighting a tournament. He reached a table stretched in the end of the hallway, where a man was taking names of a few people in a line.. he was the fourth, a few people must've already signed in. When it was his turn the small man behind the counter asked for his name. "Jason.. no last name if you don't mind." Jason's smile grew, since he knew he would be fighting people that have sinned.. and have made very bad deeds in their lives. Jason was here to inflict pain on those that deserved it. He was allowed to join the fighting; he walked through the man behind the table until he saw the place where he would be doing his battles. |
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| Bleak | Nov 30 2012, 06:14 PM Post #2 |
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Standing on an extended catwalk over the large arena circle she stood, looking down at the gathering crowd. Well, crowd might have been over generous, but the audience at least. A smile fluttered across her soft pale lips, the lights above shining down upon the pale young woman, on her figure, bound with cloth and leather in some fetishistic mockery of a nurse's outfit, on her breasts flaunted, her cleavage forcibly formed, her legs almost completely bared, encased in sheer stockings, with a skirt so short one could have almost seen her undergarments even if she wasn't suspended over the fighting area. A microphone in one hand, a black guitar strung across her back contrasting strongly with the cloth of white and pink that embraced her form. She was a point of contrast, really, when one tired of watching the brutal ugliness below, one could gaze upon the beauty above. She smiled down at the small audience, at the competitors, while there was some revenue from those who would watch, most of the profits came from the entrance fees of those who would fight. After all, though that individual was refunded their fee, and was given a substantial percentage of the fees and winnings of those he defeated, much remained in the producers pockets, and a decent deal went into hers. Which well it should, it had been her mind that had turned this from a small time con into what was practically an underground business now. If the people from the girl's home village could see her now they would be scandalized, she had always been such a proper young thing... Of course, she was hardly responsible for her actions. Not anymore. Not since Nalphine had found her, the black guitar at her back controlling her, mind and body, while many people made their tools an extension of themselves... This guitar had a tendency to make people an extension of herself instead. "Is everyone looking forward to the action tonight!?" She spoke with faux enthusiasm into the microphone, "I hear we have a good number of contenders on this fine evening so lets give them our full attention as we see who's the superior combatant, and who's left a bloody mess. Remember, contestants, no holds barred, all weapons allowed, if you're afraid of getting hurt best to back out now," she through an override fake smile down towards where most of the early arrivals would be gathered by now, "Though you'll have to leave your fee behind." A mixture of fake and actual laughter filled the arena, her for the show, the audience largely from actual amusement, and a number of fighters from nerves. "But if you don't go, remember, tonight is a big night and I do like a big man! As promised, the winner tonight will receive some, ahem, private nursing for their troubles." She wasn't entirely certain how much she liked that particularly clause, but that's what she got for being the MC, and not the one in charge of the show. Not that she minded male company, in fact, sealed in her inanimate frame it was something she often missed, but just because someone could win bloody stupid beat down didn't mean they were attractive, or worth her time. Still, the head man was right, it brought in some, and brought some back who's money they'd never see otherwise. Oh well, it's not like she minded the ogling, she had never been easy to embarrass before, and, after all, it wasn't her body. |
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| 栄 THE Cat | Dec 1 2012, 12:11 AM Post #3 |
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Jason had never been to this place before.. but he had to admit, it was a pretty run down area. It looked like an underground business, but it also looked like it brought in a very decent amount of money. There was an audience that looked more barbaric then Jason was used too.. hell, even the women around the area looked like they were used to some sort of abuse (or do the abusing). He walked outside and stood next to a group of men, Jason didn't bother counting them.. at least not yet. He looked upwards when he heard a voice, a woman stood on the top of the arena.. she wasn't bad looking for Jason, and that was saying something. She looked down at the crowd of contestants and made a small remark about those that wanted to leave. Jason spotted those that were nervous right away, they were laughing nervously. That made Jason's job a little easier, these people would be the easiest to attack. When her announcement was over Jason realized something he didn't know would be a secondary reward this day. They had a date with the woman on the top of the stadium as well. Jason put one of his wrists under his chin, intrigued at the thought of going on a date with a woman that seemed so.. perfect. Jason also noticed the guitar behind her.. which made her different then most woman. He didn't mind beating everyone and receiving money.. on top of a cute lady, so this would be interesting. He decided to look around to size the opponents he'll have to fight eventually. One of the men had brass knuckles that had spikes in the knuckle area.. he looked more then six feet and five inches tall. Another man Jason noticed out of the opponents was one that also had a Katana like Jason, only his was white with designs, Jason's was completely black. This man had an almost samurai-like costume.. he was also smaller then Jason, by about three inches. The last person Jason noticed, specifically, out of the small crowd of people was the man that carried with him a very big hammer. The man himself looked like he was over 300 pounds, but that was basically all muscle. He looked the toughest to beat, standing at around seven feet tall with a hammer that was Jason's size (Warhammer?). Jason sighed, he knew he would need to use most of his artillery for these battles. The other people looked fairly ordinary, in other words they looked like normal thugs. Jason stayed in the very back of the ground to take a closer look at each of the competition's weapons. None of them looked above the grade of Jason's weapons, not even the samurai armored man's katana looked above Jason's class. It was fine at the handle, but Jason could see a little of the blade.. and he could tell it was not only old, but poorly cleaned. The big man's brass knuckles looked fine, until Jason noticed a small crack on the left brass knuckle.. it could easily shatter if someone hit it hard enough with another blunt object. Finally we had the man with the hammer, the top part of the hammer seemed fine.. but looking closer Jason could recognize that the pole was made of wood.. in other words, it was easier to break then the other weapons. Jason had been on the crowd for less then a minute and he had already formulated several plans to knock out the competition.. and make them pay for their sins. Jason smiled to himself. The smile itself was a little teasing, but he was used to smiling this way by now. He thought of a really funny joke he heard around the streets, "Why did the chicken cross the road?", Jason wondered, "To make you question it's motives" he thought to himself and made a small snicker. The two random thugs in front of Jason looked back to glare at him, they thought he was laughing at them. Jason continued smiling as he looked at the two men, he then motioned his hands to tell them to turn around and mind themselves.. they didn't take that too kindly. Jason didn't really care, it wasn't like he was afraid of dying in this place.. at least, not yet. They whispered to each other some things Jason couldn't hear, but he could tell they were complaining.. personally though, Jason couldn't care less at this moment.. he had other things to do. He listened to the rest of the announcements, including the line-up of people.. and more importantly where Jason himself was going to be fighting. |
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