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| Mister Karma | Mar 31 2012, 02:21 AM Post #16 |
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I have no set sleep schedule.
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Meathead's eye twitched with withheld rage as he sustained the verbal insults the pretty little girl threw at him. "Ye and the soldier, in the cage with meh!" he bellowed, his bass voice filling the quiet room, bouncing and ringing off the walls. "This bar is me usual hang out spot, and everyone knows me as Meathead! I'll keep that title, lassie! In the cage!" Dan just scoffed even more as he turned head head to face Meg all friendly-like, a big grin on his face, his long wavy hair in his eyes. Who could take a Hell soldier seriously when he was looking like this, he wondered? He bet he looked so cool... "Me and you versus the big nut?" he offered, but the Meat Sack was way ahead of the wolf demon-vampire crossbreed by sauntering with heavy footfalls towards the fighting cage. He spat on the floor rather disrespectfully, hoping it would rile some kind of negative reaction. Dan guessed that was what Dave called "trolling." "Trolling from a troll, ahahaha, makes sense!" he applauded obnoxiously, getting off the barstool and following after casually. He felt his own vest pockets to see if he brought his cigs with him. He swore he did, but he needed one to wind himself down before the upcoming fight. Dan had a feeling he was going to need them. Meat Sack waiting in front of the cage, his large hefty arms crossed over his chest. "Well?" he asked impatiently. |
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| Karas | Mar 31 2012, 02:54 AM Post #17 |
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Level 5 Commoner
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Meg quirked her brow, "You? In this bar? Huh, must not be anyone impressive if I've never heard of you." She shot a look over her shoulder at Dan as she stepped into the cage, "You're welcome to sit this one out, sweetie. Wouldn't want your poor brain to sustain anymore damage than it already has." She rolled her neck with a sharp crack and bounced in place, shivering at the feel of the cage sapping her aura and her speed. She loved the feeling, something she shared with many of the fighters here. "Well?" she taunted, "You gonna get in here or are you too much of a pussy to tangle with the pretty little bunny?" |
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| Mister Karma | Apr 1 2012, 02:00 PM Post #18 |
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I have no set sleep schedule.
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There was a loud obnoxious chuckle escaping Meat Sack's throat, a loud and throaty sounding one, as he stepped into the cage, cracking his neck, his knuckles and swinging his arms to stretch out his humongous muscles. That sight was enough to make Dan smirk and chuckle with a snort. But now he could feel his high wearing off. His body didn't feel...good anymore. With a soft groan, Dan put a had to his head and took a seat in the nearest chair around the ring, wanting to watch Meat Head get his ass owned, but also wanting to sleep off his high crash. "Ugh...coffee...please..." he muttered. Meat Sack, on the other hand, now smashed his fists into the palms of his hands, smirking wickedly and only laughing softly, barely audible enough to be heard by even himself. "Ye know, I normally don' hit pretty women," he shot, "but you, I can make an esseption. Me friend got beat down by that idjit, and yer defendin' him. Makes you the bad girl. Th naughty girlie. And ye know what I do with naughty girlies?" The hulking man left the question to hag in the air, waiting for an answer. After a few seconds, Meat Sack roared, "I KILL 'EM AFTER I FUCK 'EM!" With that, he rushed the bunny girl in front of him, ready to swing a huge fist straight at her pretty little face. |
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| Karas | Apr 2 2012, 12:14 AM Post #19 |
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Level 5 Commoner
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Shelly set a coffee in front of Dan and poked his head. "Pay attention now," he said with a smile, "Or you'll miss it." Meg smirked at his incoming fist. He might as well have been moving in slow motion, and she swayed to the left just before it collided with her nose. The idiot wasn't expecting that and started to overbalance, but Meg's leg was already rising to meet his stomach. She laughed as he doubled over her foot. "Y'know, you're lucky my boyfriend wasn't here," she mused, "He'd have murdered you by now, then probably fucked me senseless on top of your corpse." Meg threw her upper body into a spin to the right, slapping her hand down to the floor to use as a pivot point. Her left foot came round hard and slammed into the side of his head. She quickly let her arm buckle and rolled to her feet, bouncing lightly before she rushed in again. Meg moved in a blur around him and hammered a trio of right crosses to his temple before spinning into a roundhouse kick to his sternum. She quickly threw her upper body back, pivoted on that foot in his sternum, and shot her left foot up into his chin. She followed through with the motion and turned it into a little flip, landing ready. But he was already on the ground, groaning. Meg shook her head and walked out the cage, leaving him lying there. She hopped back up onto her stool and winked at Dan. "That's why you don't fuck with the queen of the cage," she laughed. |
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| kestral287 | Apr 2 2012, 03:32 AM Post #20 |
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Level 4 Better than Novice
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A quiet chuckle came from the door. The eight foot tall beast entered the bar, all three mouths grinning widely. Two heads swiveled constantly, their eyes roving over the few people in the place, while the thirds' eyes locked onto Meg. It was rare that Garm managed to enter a place unnoticed, but the rabbit's distraction did just that. He strode over to the bar slowly, standing at it between Meg and the drunk sot instead of taking a seat-- Garm had broken far too many bar stools that way. One head focused on the man he'd just casually displaced, while a second watched the barkeeper and the third took Meg in slowly. Garm leaned against the bar calmly, flagging the barkeeper over. "Whiskey, double, if you'd please." Even as that head spoke, the one looking at Meg smiled widely. "You're Megan Fullgear? Impressive." |
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| Mister Karma | Apr 2 2012, 08:49 AM Post #21 |
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I have no set sleep schedule.
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The match was quick and painless, from what Dan could understand. He grabbed at the cup of coffee like it was the last bit of gold mined from the California Gold Rush, taking a good long first sip of the black, steaming liquid, refreshed. He could feel his senses perk back up, his light headedness fading away, his very bloodstream thickening to its proper thickness again. At least, that was the placebo effect behind caffeine. His pale gold eyes studied the cage now, the Meat Sack of a man now face down on the ring, groaning with utter pain and shock at what had just happened. There stood pretty Meg, taunting the man, adding salt to the wound. Now where was the honor in figuratively kicking a man while he was down? If Dave were here, he would have been so disappointed with that as the outcome. As soon as Meg's taunt was done, Dan clapped and cheered, yelling a loud "Woo!" only to hear it echo off the bar walls. Forever alone... He got up, picking up his cuppa cawffee in the big time (sorry...you KNOW I had to!) before he took a second longer sip. Honestly, Dan was speechless. He had not seen such speed like that since Lord Itachi and Dave's sparring fights. Even then, it didn't seem like it could beat this speed. "Ya think my cousin could beat that kind of speed and skill? He's one of Hell's best, and holds an undefeated record second to his master, Itachi," Dan inquired rather politely, a completely different change from his personality earlier. Now he seemed much...calmer. The effects of the drugs and beer seemed to be fading away, though as stated before, it could have just been the coffee's caffeine doing this to him. He had only hoped he could get a high again soon. |
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| Karas | Apr 2 2012, 04:38 PM Post #22 |
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Level 5 Commoner
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Meg barely heard what Dan was blathering on about, focused intently on the hellhound that had interposed himself between them. She wasn't sure how Dan hadn't noticed him, but she was willing to chock it up to him being a moron. She ran her eyes up and down his form, a light flush coming to her cheeks. Shelly set his drink down and went back to Dan, listening intently to him while fingering something under the bar. "Well thank you," she purred, "Always nice to meet a fan. And you're name would be?" Meanwhile, Shelly cocked his head at Dan's question. "Well, for one that wasn't her top speed," he chuckled, "Not even close. That bunny is faster than anything on the ground. For another, I've never heard of your cousin, but if he stepped into the ring with the King or Queen, he'd be beaten." He grabbed a rag and wiped the counter down quickly, wincing at the stereotypical scene he was making, "Hell, even the master of Hell would be an easy victory for them. They're just that strong, that fast. That good." He flicked a finger at Meathead and raised his voice, "I know you're alive in there, count yourself lucky. You've got an hour to get your shit together and get the fuck outta my bar or you're never leaving. I've got a room in the basement and no one will miss you." |
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| kestral287 | Apr 3 2012, 01:15 AM Post #23 |
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Level 4 Better than Novice
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The left head grinned widely at her purring return, admiring her openly. "Garm. I was actually looking for Dagger, but you're much prettier than he's supposed to be... and just as impressive as a fighter." Simultaneously, his right head let out a bark of laughter at the conversation on that side. "Kid, I don't think you understand exactly what that cage means. You have no magic, your strength and speed are cut down, and you can barely heal. You just saw a demon handicapped three different ways completely dismantle a human who was fighting at full strength... and she was holding back. Going all out..." Garm paused, his center head taking a sip of his drink and sighing in pleasure as its warmth snaked its way down his throat. "Going all out, I doubt I'd stand much of a chance in there, and I could kick your cousin's ass with two heads tied behind my back. Outside the cage? Maybe. In there? No way in hell." |
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| Mister Karma | Apr 3 2012, 03:51 PM Post #24 |
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I have no set sleep schedule.
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Meat Sack could not get up, he was still face planted in the middle of the ring, stunned. Shocked, even. Was he really going to be going back out of the bar into the streets after being beaten easily by the pretty bunny lady? Maybe. Maybe after he let his consciousness come back to him with that stupid, dazed look on his face. Meanwhile, Dan studied the newcomer he had been so oblivious to seconds earlier. This being had three heads and resembled one of those newfangled dogs he got to play with in Hell every once in a while. He closely resembled Cerberus, the very Hellhound that his uncle-through-marriage Zeron tamed. A big grin spread across his clueless, pale face. At least he didn't look as clueless as the failure of an assassin back in Hell... "So, three heads. You the son of Cerberus? Yeah, my auntie Naomi's ex husband tamed that beast," Dan explained, now catching the message that they probably did not care. But he did catch what the three headed dog-man said about his cousin. This, Dan did not like. Keeping his cool, he sipped his coffee again, finishing it to the last drop, before setting it on the table. His smile disappeared, and on his face was written the stare of family pride. "I'll make a deal with you, Mister Garm," Dan proposed, standing and crossing his arms. He was trying to make himself be taken seriously like Dave, but he still had much to learn in simple close quarters combat, let alone sober sociology. "I'll bring up my cousin from Hell. I want to see if what you say is true. Can you beat a lord of Hell in that ring?" He stayed standing, confident in his family, in the nobility of Hell. His high was gone. He hated when his high was gone and was replaced with the fabric of reality. But he figured if he wanted to be taken seriously by Dave, he'd have to start by reducing his drugs to almost nothing. Whenever that was going to start... I'll start tomorrow! |
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| Karas | Apr 3 2012, 04:10 PM Post #25 |
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Level 5 Commoner
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Meg pouted cutely before turning it into a grin, "Dag's out on a job, that horse demon murderer they've been on about. You're more than welcome to wait here, he won't be long. And I'm sure we can think of a way to keep you occupied..." The conversation on the other side of Garm got more interesting, and she poked her head around his frame to glare at the idiot behind him. "Thanks for the assist, by the way," she growled, "Real gentlemanly of you." She moved back and swirled her drink around idly, "So what do you need Dag for, anyhow? Got a job for him, cause usually you go through the offices." She glanced at him seriously, "Not that I would go through them right now." |
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| kestral287 | Apr 3 2012, 04:54 PM Post #26 |
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Level 4 Better than Novice
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Garm nodded at Meg, his grin growing at her innuendo. "And how, exactly, would we be keeping me occupied?" On his right, he ignored the jab at his parentage-- Garm wasn't related to Cerberus, at least as far as he knew. He also wasn't particularly proud of his parents, but he'd long ago stopped caring about the insults. His mom had fucked a dog, he was the result, end of story. Growing up without any family tended to limit the damage those insults could do. Unfortunately for the punk trying to trash-talk his family, he'd never learned that lesson, and Garm's comment seemed to have gotten to him. He couldn't help but smile at that. Excellent. For a moment Garm just smirked at him, the center head swiveling to look at the punk and growl softly. It wouldn't do to leave the lady hanging, and he had a conversation to finish. So his left head's grin faded, his voice lowering to a growling whisper. "Rumor has it that he's not a fan of what's going on at the office. He's not the only hunter that thinks that way. The question is, what is he going to do about it. And if he's going to do what I think he is, could he use a friend who's planning the same thing?" His grin and volume returned then, but his gaze remained very serious as he looked into Meg's eyes. Slowly he reached down, unbuckling his sword belt and handing it to her. "But first, I have some steam to blow off and a pup who just volunteered to be a punching bag." Garm straightened smoothly, striding toward the ring and grabbing Meat Sack's ankle. He tugged sharply, pulling the man out of the ring and draping him over a shoulder. The weight didn't seem to affect him as he opened the door... and slung Meat Sack onto the street, face-first. Casually he turned around and ducked a head at Shelly. "Hope you don't mind. He didn't seem to be a paying customer anyway." With a confidence that was not at all feigned, Garm climbed into the ring and locked his gaze on Dan. "Tell you what pup. I'll take you on first. Then you can decide for yourself whether I can beat your cousin. Stand up for yourself. Or are you going to keep hiding behind your family until you get them killed fighting your battles?" |
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| Mister Karma | Apr 3 2012, 11:52 PM Post #27 |
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I have no set sleep schedule.
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Fight? Dan was being challenged to fight? By this...being? Dave always did tell him...something about not judging. Whatever it was, those were wise words. And Dan had already forgot them. He now tossed his wavy hair out of his eyes and face, letting his arms hang loosely by his sides. This was going to be just like his encounter with the vampire that bit him many years earlier, wasn't it? That suited man lashed at him with his claws extended, screaming for the blood of the wolves who destroyed his entire family, leaving him with nothing but himself and his mansion. Kurt was his name. He had an M1911 and two magazines of silver bullets, each with one wolf's name on it, and aimed to kill with only one shot. Of course, this was a little bit after Dan started his century of drug addiction. "Alright, man, I got your challenge, let's keep it clean, eh?" Dan asked politely. His high faded, and his cup of coffee coursed through him like a vaccine...or a blood cleanser. Whichever. He cracked his neck, side to side working best and walked toward the ring, stepping into it and feeling a strange sensation urge through every particle of his body. Suddenly, Dan felt drained. Drained of aura, drained of being, drained of himself. He felt his gold eyes turn suddenly a pathetic brown in the blink of his eyes, and suddenly, his blackened Hell claws turned a messy yellow. His true essence was starting to come out, and his skin paled even faster. Being half demon and half vampire was especially difficult... |
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| Karas | Apr 4 2012, 01:06 AM Post #28 |
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Level 5 Commoner
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Shelly waved Garm off, focusing instead on the bunnygirl. He chuckled as she watched intently, no longer just ogling the hellhound. "Alright you two," he shouted, "You're being sponsored by Miss Fullgear, so you'd best not disappoint." He came around the bar stiffly, right leg not bending as he moved. The bartender moved to the cage, waving off Meg's concerned look. He was crippled, but she knew just how dangerous he still was. He stopped just in front of the cage bars and looked them both over. "Here are the rules," he addressed them both, "Your powers are limited, nulled in there. If you go limp, you're done. If your opponent continues to try to hit you, I will take care of them. If you tap out, you're done. If your opponent continues, I will take care of them." He locked eyes with both of them in turn momentarily, eyes hard, "And make no mistake, you don't want that." He clapped his hands and smiled happily, "Other than that, go nuts. Fight your hardest, impress Miss Fullgear, and maybe she'll sign off on your continuing to fight. If she doesn't, you can always ask later on for another try under her supervision." He walked around to the other side, "For that's the biggest rule of the cage. No one fights unless a veteran clears them. This stops us from having to worry about amateurs getting killed as often." Shelly limped back to the bar, choosing to sit next to Meg instead of going behind it. She smiled at him and reached over the bar to grab a bottle of scotch for them to share. The small man chuckled and clinked glasses with her. "Begin." |
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| kestral287 | Apr 4 2012, 02:09 PM Post #29 |
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Level 4 Better than Novice
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Garm bowed slightly, keeping all six eyes locked on his opponent. Then he straightened, raising his arms into a boxing stance and advancing slowly. He had a rather notable size advantage, and he put it to use-- as soon as he was within range, he started throwing out long jabs with his leading right hand. The idea was simple: he was bigger, with longer arms, so Dan would either have to suffer the punches, back away, or move in. Suffering the punches without moving meant conceding defeat, as Garm happily stayed on the edge of his range and kept throwing punches. Moving back meant Garm simply advanced, keeping his guard up and continuing his jabs, until Dan was pinned against a wall. At which point he'd have to move in-- which was exactly what Garm was waiting for. His left hand-- and its claws-- lashed out in a cross, aimed at Dan's face, and immediately after the right hand slammed down, hammering into Dan's shoulder to drive him to his knees-- where a kick to the gut was waiting to send him sprawling. Then Garm backed away, hands ready to ward off blows from the inevitable counterattack. |
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| Mister Karma | Apr 5 2012, 08:00 PM Post #30 |
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Dan's head ached as he tried to focus and assess the situation as the private of the 69th Legion of Hell he was. Alright, well...three heads...that meant six eyes, right? He was advancing on him...that meant...back away? He started stepping back, still observing but his head starting to ache more under the pressure of thinking. If Dan moved to either side, he would be seen by one of the other heads. Would that be good, or bad? That all depended on-- One fist hammered straight into Dan's shoulder, snapping him to attention and straight into fight mode. He tried to hold in the urge to cry out in pain as he put a hand to his shoulder and sidestepped the kick, only sending him pacing sideways into the cage with a loud rattle. Now he knew how Dave must have felt when he tried taking on Itachi years ago, with no combat knowledge other than what he knew from boxing lessons. Dave's words rang through his head, "You're no family of mine if you can't even hold your own against me. It's no wonder you haven't climbed any ranks for three years." They echoed through his head, driving a sudden injection of adrenaline into his bloodstream. His head still throbbed, but this was a different kind of throb. Perhaps the kind of throb Auntie Naomi's head would feel when she was in the mood to fight? Dan felt angry, angry that his cousin would say such a thing, even if it was to try motivating him to fight. He saw the three headed dog man back away and stand battle ready. The stance reminded him of a tri-headed Dave, and suddenly a wolf growl came form his throat, his messy and mottled wolf tail bristling. He rushed in and threw a jab for the tall being's gut before following with a spin kick to his side, all aiming to at least catch the man off guard. Lastly, Dan tried a technique he learned from Dave through PAIN, of all things, all too many times. He threw a powerful palm thrust for the being's solar plexus, hoping to knock the breath out of him in the end. He finished his stance in a lunge like position, looking up at Garm with his normal brown eyes, his wavy black hair in his face and sweat already coming from him. So many drugs... |
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