Raul’s Heartbreak – The Rusty Nail : PD.

Having lost the battle in the Maze of Greed, the Warlock Raul has gone to the Rusty Nail Inn to drown his sorrows.  Fate however has a Dark Mistress.

 

Tavern – The Rusty Nail

 

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The Rusty Nail

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Defeated. The great Warlock Raul had to walk away from Bandit and the others after he had been blocked at every turn. The memories of seeing Bandit near death and crying out to be held tore at his heart strings. A heart once so black that you would think that it was filled with tar. That girl though. After everything he had done to her in the past. She was still a fighter. Proud…resilient. It was what he found so fascinating about her for so long and right up to what could have been the end of her life she fought. Tooth and nail. Could he really blame Habib or the witch for their warnings? Scar needed a good kick in the head though. Oh yes, Raul was sure of that. He never thought of himself as a coward, no. But the Warlock knew when the cards had been dealt against him. All his plans had turned to dust and been blown away at the death of Lydia. His foul schemes and wicked trysts had all come back now to haunt him. Raul didn’t even get to see the end of Lydia. No doubt she was now trapped in purgatory….forever. A place where she may never again cause harm to another soul.

It had been a long walk from the maze and then onto the road that led to the Rusty nail. A watering hole and something of a gambling den. It was frequented by travelers, merchants and the lower end of society. A meeting place…a bar to drown your sorrows, and Raul had a lot of those.

Was revenge in his mind? Not really. He was too busy worrying about Bandit. So stupid really, since he was the one that caused her to be in this mess. There would come a day when their paths crossed again. There was no mistaking that. The past tends to catch up with you at some point, and when she was well enough the girl may well come after him to end him once and for all. She had enough allies if that was the case.

Stepping inside the rustic building, he was met by the noise of musicians, drunken laughter and whooping, along with the chatter of many a man and woman. Spirits were high, but for what reason remained unclear. The warlock moved to a back booth and gestured for the bar wench to come serve him a bottle of rum. He planned to make a night of it.

 

~RB~

 

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RAUL! Raul the Black!” A scolding tone in a voice of an mature woman came from the warlock’s far side. Ah, Madame Green, the Queen of all that caused lust – but yet, also, the very essence of prophecy, forever shaming men who claimed to be an oracle better than she. Raul was familiar with her, in only that she would occasionally drop a few clues in the path of his life… Today, would not be an exception. Her eyes focused on his behind her mask, keeping her very identity hidden. She wore a wig, furthering the mystery behind the woman’s name. For all he knew, she could be very young, or very old – surely magics helped to change her voice’s ring?

Stopping in the tavern while your mate holds your son in her womb? Tsk, tsk.. I thought I taught you better.” Large lashes swooped over her eyes as she would flutter them coyly, pursing the deep rouge that was her lips and gazing at him with the intensity of her blue eyes. She sat on a large and red throne, made of cushioned fabric as a well behaved Russian Blue cat (named Spike, in case one wished to know) that was a constant accessory sat in her lap. Its eyes gazed at Raul disapprovingly, as if knowing exactly what he had done and what his master had said.

Madame Green crossed one leg over the other, the cat moving accordingly to not inconvenience her. “What a child your son will become.. You both have eyes of blue, but the child’s will be amber or violet – either way his powers swing, well. That will determine his eye color. You can guess which color means what.. A powerful mutt that you two have bred. I’m surprised that the little thief hasn’t yet decided to teach him her ways. Ah, what a shame it would be for the child’s powers to go to waste.. Grimm. Yes. That’s the boy’s name.

Intelligent eyes gazed at the warlock, gauging for his reaction – but if he dared to make a move towards her, he would find himself hit by an immensely powerful force field that not even he could attempt to combat – she held powers greater than his.. “I am worried, as a user of the arts myself.. Your son possesses powers that not even you.. nor I can imagine, Raul.” This within itself was a big deal, as the sorceress he spoke to was the among most powerful that man had seen.. If she questioned his son’s power, then what would it mean when the child was matured..?

 

 

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The Rusty Nail.

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The Warlock had his back to mostly everyone in range of him. His slouched form hovering over the booth table as a pewter mug of rum was slid across the wood by a passing barmaid. He seized it by the handle and took a large gulp, not even letting it touch the sides of his mouth. Raul just wanted to drown his sorrows and forget that woman that he left behind. He never expected for someone to call out his name.

“RAUL! Raul the Black!”

Barely had the taste of rum hit his lips when the scathing and vicious tone of a woman was heard. Callous and cold. Raul closed his eyes for a moment, as he tried to place a name to the voice and in two seconds, he felt a terrible pain in his chest as the shock of who it was started to sink in. Had she heard of his failures in Greed? Of the woman that he left behind and his wounded pride.

“Stopping in the tavern while your mate holds your son in her womb? Tsk, tsk.. I thought I taught you better.”

Raul froze in his seat. His eyes…the pupils dilated at the next sentence to leave her tongue. He actually had to repeat it to himself twice to make sense of it. Raul turned his head slowly, only to see the masked woman who sat upon a throne..oddly placed within the tavern. She sat stroking a cat, while staring at him through the bizarre mask. Dark hair cascading down her shoulders. The right edge of Raul’s lip twitched as he could feel the core of his dark heart now beating with a renewed fury.

“Madame Green. You speak lies. My Bandit is not pregnant. She was barely alive when I left her.” As far as Raul knew that was the truth. Pushing away the tankard of rum, he brought his palms down on the table in front of him and then used it to force himself to stand. Right foot out he went to be clear of the booth, as he stared the woman down. It was then she went on about the prophecy, and at each word, Raul’s fingers were twitching…aching to release a powerful bolt of energy to thrust into her very being. Hatred swelling like poison in his veins.

“What a child your son will become.. You both have eyes of blue, but the child’s will be amber or violet – either way his powers swing, well. That will determine his eye color. You can guess which color means what.. A powerful mutt that you two have bred. I’m surprised that the little thief hasn’t yet decided to teach him her ways. Ah, what a shame it would be for the child’s powers to go to waste.. Grimm. Yes. That’s the boy’s name.”

“YOU LIE!” Raul refused to believe it. The woman he loved…pregnant and not only that with a child that will hold great powers. His name even being said. This couldn’t be true. “It’s not true….that’s impossible.” He would have known….he would have felt it. Raul’s eyes darted about as he tried so hard to digest what she was saying.

“I am worried, as a user of the arts myself.. Your son possesses powers that not even you.. nor I can imagine, Raul.”

“BITCH!” Raul raised his arms and tried to blast her with a massive bolt that was akin to lightning, but all it did was bounce off her force field and slam back into him. The force of this blew him back into a table of gamblers and whores, sending them all flying. Legs in the air, people screaming. The tables and chairs broke, as Raul tried to crawl out of the mess of people. Finally getting to his feet, the Warlock was smoldering, and panting hard.

“If you are seriously lying to me….Madame Green, so swear it I will rip out your ovaries via your sweet lips.” Raul stared her down as you could see a trail of blood coming from his right temple. ~RB~

 

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It was a tinkling laugh, yet somehow evil to its core. She reveled in his fear, his anger. Oh, how amusing it was to be an oracle. “I speak truths that you wish were lies.” The woman spat back, baring her teeth for a brief moment. “Ah, but do try, Raul. I need some entertainment in my life, your agony as you even attempt to lay a finger on me will suffice.” Her glare was splitting – if effective, he would suddenly feel agonizing pain his head, as though someone was slowly cutting off the top half of it, as well as the screams of thousands of tortured souls booming through his ears.. and this was all caused by a glare.

Get up, you fool.” Madame’s gaze softened to stop the pain that he could have been feeling, but remained sharp towards him.. “Go find your mate, before she makes a stupid decision to kill the damned thing.. Or perhaps we’re all better off with such a powerful child dead..” The female would pause, tilting her head thoughtfully. Her eyes would turn a striking white color, her face slackening as another vision engulfed her.. This one was short, only half a minute, her eyes focusing on him afterwards.. “She is teetering on the edge of killing it or leaving it alive. But where oh where could she possibly be found..?

Of course Madame Green knew the answer.. This was all just a play to her, after all. Whether the child lived or died was, frankly, none of her concern.. Perhaps it would be easier on the rest of them if such a powerful being never came into existence.. There was an agonizing amount of time before Madame Green spoke, oblivious to any words or actions Raul may have done or uttered, her gaze focusing only on the background. As she looked at him now, she would smile in a calculating way.. “Oh? You wish to know a location? Try the place where mountains grow.. Where those who fly lose their wings.. Shall I say.. Fall?” A cackling laugh at her own little joke..

 

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The Rusty Nail

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Madame Green’s merriment in Raul’s angered state brought nothing but a foul scowl from the Warlock. How dare she express pleasure at his torment. The Bitch. He thought that Lydia had been bad, but this woman…this masked bovine for want of a better word was treating the Warlock no better than a dog. She chuckled at how she was speaking the truth that he wished were lies. Of course he wished she was lying. To know that Bandit carried his child meant that he had done one thing right. Proof of their union…proof of his love. But having her carry the child at such a dangerous time and in the arms of that damned Fallen – Habib meant that both she and his unborn were well out of his reach.

Getting to his feet, the sound of bits of the table and other things were heard dropping from his coat as he tried to right himself properly. The woman ordering his to get up and calling him a fool. All that earnt her was a fierce growl of contempt.

“Go find your mate, before she makes a stupid decision to kill the damned thing.. Or perhaps we’re all better off with such a powerful child dead..”

“Oh trust me, I shall leave no stone un-turned in the hunt for her now. Starting with Greed!” He already had those people in his sights for sending him away. Did they know that Bandit was pregnant? Was this all a ploy? He didn’t trust anyone anymore. Burnt by Lydia, he was now flying solo. “As for the girl trying to kill her own child. I doubt very much that she had it in her to kill it. Regardless of how it came to be. Even if she hated me….she would not kill her own.”There was a fierceness in his voice. Adamant that he knew her well enough to know how she would be emotionally. She was a fighter, through and through. Her will to live strong….and her will to love….well, he knew she was capable of it.

The oracle continued to play word games with Raul, and he was pacing back and forth like a wolf ready to spring an attack. Every so often he snarled at her words. But one thing that she did do, was one last riddle that pinpointed not only where she might be….but also who she was with.

“…Where those who fly lose their wings.. Shall I say.. Fall?”

“Habib!….Krakus Mountain.” There…it was easy when you knew the Fallen as well as Raul did. After all, he used to serve the Warlock all those years ago.

Taking one last look at the oracle, he then sneered at her menacingly. “I would say it has been a pleasure, but meeting you is the equal to having my balls removed and fed to a dog. Very….unpleasant.” That said…he marched out of the tavern and into the square….ready to start his trek towards Krakus Mountain.

 

~RB~

 

Artie:

 

Another client well serviced, if I say.. Madame’s grin only widened at his last words. “Well the pleasure was all mine, my dear!” She’d called after him, then smiling half-way. The eyes of the oracle/seer closed as she rested in thought, pondering. She would focus on that story for a moment, seeing what was in store — oh! A laugh came from her as she clapped her hands together, the laugh itself sharp and surprising. “Glorious!” Something in the foreseeable future had made her happy.. Which was not at all a good thing. “Valmont! Oh, I must!” Yes, she was indeed talking to herself out loud… but this was a normal occurrence, so none looked over at her in her throne, in the back corner of the room but still visible to the stage and near the bar.

Madame stood, Spike giving a mew of discontent at being forced from her lap and onto the floor. “Yes, yes, I know my lovely. Mama will be back.” Madame bent over, running her hand over the feline’s head and then scratching behind his ears. “Fascinating little thing, you are. Keep my seat warm, hmm?” The cat would jump back onto her seat and she walked to the door, pushing it open and stepping into the street. One moment she was there, the next an empty space. The only indication of her presence was the wet mark of her heel’s imprint on the street from stepping in a small puddle of beer.

Kingdom of Alteria : Nautical District (2) – Shattered Dimensions.

 

 

 

Many are gathering to join in the quest, but will they be up to the task?  

 

Zetta: Unable to speak, no longer having feet planted to the ground.. Last thing he recalled was his super-speed getting him back home to beat the sunlight.. His direction went disarray upon the sudden combination of Alterus, mixing in with the standard fable that the man had been accustomed to.. While traveling back to his own Manor, he found himself in the middle of foreign land. Near a large boat. They called those ships, though with due to origins he never had any business going out of the country and was blind-sided by all this water that surrounded him. Confused to the utmost, the vampire looked everywhere around him, finding nothing to be clearly visible but blue. One’s four limbs outstretched in panic, for this one felt that he no longer had the freedom to move as he normally did.. Trapped, the man was caught within something. He forced his mouth open, only to draw in volumes of water in an instant. Now he was gargling, rapidly running out of air, if he did not act to escape this he would die in this viridian Hell…

No! The vampire would reclaim his pride and reach the surface to survive, even if he had to claw his way up.. The claw on his hand weighing him down evermore, but not withholding his super strength from continuing to swim upwards. Although this was only a first experience for him, he would overcome it with his damned ambition! In such efforts, momentum seemed to be on his side, despite gravity formerly pushing him back. He zoomed to a peak of the aquatic surrounding until sunlight flashed upon him through the depths.. He would die when it touched him, since he had yet to refuel the gauntlet of midnight black. There was little hope here, but that could not stop him, the feeling of suffocation was terrifying to say the least. Facing death, he charged ahead even stronger, with reduced effort for some reason too. The effort input bared results, Delecaux finally ascending the watery graveyard. He sighed lightly, glad to have overcome the challenge, and bowed his head towards the light cast above him. But instead of instant-death though, he felt an extreme pain on his shoulders and then his entire upper-body burned. Unbearable, from one pain onto another.

Again, putting his body to work, his eyes scanned for a place to duck under to be covered from shade. It was here that he realized something peculiar.. He was standing, not floating in water, but firmly stood atop the substance. This was inconceivable, what had the water done to him?.. Unbeknownst to James was that he had acquired a multitude of abilities, being strengthened by the combination of all universe’ vampiric essences. It would come later on to his knowledge, for now he knew he needed to find his assistant, if the being even lived still in this plane. So he ignored this conundrum entirely to focus on stability. One thing that was obvious was that he wasn’t home.. But he was still burning, with this new-found power to control his every movement, he locked onto the ship, rapid-flight propelling him to the back of the large structure.. The man would be comfortable as a stowaway for now, in order to survive. He was still awed that he had escaped death twice already, having not a clue as to where he would be headed now either. With one deep breath, he counted down all of the scents he gathered on his way to the back of the ship. In time he would make it to the deck for a formal introduction with someone.. Anyone, who maybe able to give him some better direction.

 

Hibu:  The sky was mostly clear, with a feeble temperate breeze circulated throughout the district. A mild gale that would’ve kissed one’s complexion was surely to give a satisfied feeling. The feeble clement wind weaved though and around various bushes and trees, causing a soothing rustling sound come from the depths of the shadows. Fluffy, gray, cotton candy appearing clouds cast freely here and there over the district’s surface. A plethora of items displayed at each store, which were sure to satisfy you. The flaming red star, which was imprisoned in the sky, and died every night to let the moon live, ray’s shown brightly the throughout the district. The citizen appeared happy and little disagreed with the Kings and queens plans. Throngs of people migrated in a rush towards the dock, for they knew soon the ship would be leaving. In this throng was juvenile figure with black cloak that covered her body. Grayish platinum hair, two twig like horns sticking out appearing unique, and a tail that swayed back and forth armored with scales. thus, one could clarify she was Drakon. They’re said to be mythological creatures, hunted for years and forced to alter their appearance into humans. the female was hiding her wings as she didn’t want judgmental eyes peering at her, it wad like they were mentally poking her soul.

“This is taking to long!”

the petite figured yelled with feeling very inpatient. she needed room, the fact of being crowded with no personal space displeased her. thus, she drifted from the migrating mobs of citizen. in a corner it seemed she was alone, but something was just unsettling. there was a murderous feeling was within the air. the stained blood metallic odor long within the air causing a disgusted expression to surface. she sighed not even tempted to look into the incident that had happen.extending her right arm to her left shoulder, Matsu could firmly angle her finger adjusting it to the cloth. in a blink of an eye the cloak was thrown off of her revealing her body built and her yellow intimidating eyes. She was wearing a dark turquoise sweater, denim shorts, with raspberry dyed hightighs, and a pair of combat boots. Thus, with no one supposedly watching and free space, Matsu would manifest her dragon-like wings. Matsu angled her legs to certain degree catapulting herself within the air. within those few seconds, Matsu would flap her dragon-like wings. The airborne female’s ruby lips formed into rather pleased smile. As she was flying into the air, Matsu’s body was now horizontally now. The air blowing upon her face satisfied her as she headed towards the dock. Every so often her wings would flap to maintain altitude. But soon she’d arrive at her destination, the ship. Now with her body “standing” vertically within the air. Altohugh she was within the air the female descended because of the lack of her not keeping altitude with her wings. But she’d had with on foot on the planks of wood. Some looked amazed others weren’t impressed and she’d agreed, but not many darkens exist.

“That was a lot more refreshing than walking”

the female looked to the male with blue hair. Shuzen was his name, he was quite popular amongst the district, but something about him didn’t seems right. He was watching every individual who had entered the boat. Her yellow eyes peered at him cautiously, it seemed he was memorizing every detail of each being. this didn’t seem the bother her.

“Hello Mr. Shuzen it is an honor to meet you”

the female bowed to show her respect, although her race use to be an intimidating one, Matsu didn’t like to bow to ones she found suspicious. Usually she wouldn’t stick her nose wear it’s wanted, but this seemed to be a special case.

 

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Devon was glad that Eru had come with him, his emerald eyes showed it; but now he was curious about her reasoning? What reason did she have to come with him? Was she trying to pay back some sort of debt? If she was then that was pointless, he hadn’t done anything for her to feel indebted to him about. Was it some other emotion that he’d somehow elicited from the female? Curiosity? Interest? Anger? Something that had made her come? He really couldn’t tell with Eru, it was confusing for him. He had always been naturally good at telling the fluctuation in people’s emotions, just a natural instinct that kicked in for him around others despite his social awkwardness, but with her it was like he was reading a stone wall sometimes, aside from her bouts of anger anyway. Perhaps this enigma would solve itself as time went, he certainly hoped that it would, he didn’t want to make her his enemy. Devon was silently walking, moving slowly with every step so that Eru wouldn’t fall behind, he knew that wouldn’t help anything either. It didn’t take him very long to get to the docks, and as he walked up he gave a small nod in acknowledgement to Shuzen, but didn’t speak. It’s how he was after all. Sure he looked weak, but he had the persona of someone who could do more than anticipated.


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Kasumi had to admit, Grant was an interesting one at this point. Sure, she didn’t notice that her own brother had followed her onto the ship, but she was too busy following him and trying to keep an eye on the guy so he didn’t get into trouble. God, it reminded her of the relationship between George and Lennie in Of Mice and Men; the guy was annoying at times, but he grew on you at the same time. Currently though, she was busy trying to keep him out of the beer so he wouldn’t be drunk when they got to the island.

“Grant!! Stay out of the beer! If you start drinking I’ll need a drink, and neither of us will like that!”

Kasumi was going to say more, but she was bumped into by a male with a crimson jacket, white pants with a strange style in mind, but she didn’t pay it much mind as she spoke apologetically, or she would have if he hadn’t beaten her to it. The most prominent thing in his apparel? The red watch around his wrist, seemingly over-sized unless one knew what it had been for.

???: “Oh sorry about that, my fault there. Heheh.”

After having apologized, he was quick to walk away, leaving Kasumi to look at him with a bewildered gaze on her face. But she soon shook her head as yet another male with bright scarlet hair with a scar on his face walked past with a face that looked like it was full of thought, but still had a smile on his face despite that.

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She took noticed of him and rose an eyebrow, recognizing him for a split second as the one who had come in through a teleportation circle with a crimson rose insignia. Kasumi didn’t think much of it though, she went right back to Grant immediately.

 

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Kingdom of Alteria : Nautical District 

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All his life, Grant had wanted to go on a ship holiday. Oh those tv infomercial shows that said all the fun, joy, sex, dancing and of course beer you could want on a floating fun ship was just what Grant needed after that trip to the dungeon. This was going to be great. Hell to the fact that they were going over as a fighting force, he’d totally forgotten about that when told about the beer and refreshments. Grant was so fast up that gangplank that you would think his ass was on fire.

Was he about to become the ship yobbo, or bogan? He pulled out a funny hat that he had picked up at one of the comic conventions. It was one that had two beer cans on the top with straws for drinking through. It meant that he had his hands free for the food! Grant wasn’t dumb. He knew that this sort of caper would be approved of. Hell, the politician fancy pants had said to enjoy himself……and enjoy himself he would.

If Kasumi thought that Grant was annoying before, she was about to see this unique and rather special side of him. He may not be wearing the mask now, but damn….he had the spirit to know what a good time was. He even pulled out a packet of condoms and showed them to Kasumi.

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“LOOK! I brought protection….GET IT?! Protection…Ah ha ha.”

A few girls in tight camo tops walked by and Grant let off a huge wolf whistle.

“Hello Ladies! I’m Grant, I’m a Leo and I like comics, anime and tight bike pants. Fancy sharing a beer?”

Where did this sudden confident streak come from? He had read one to many cruise ship flyers. He honestly thought anyone could get laid on a ship like this. Even a nerd like Grant.

“Wanna suck my mint? Ah ha ha.”

~RB~

 

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Departing Theme

– It was finally time. There was no longer any time to wait, the bridge to the ship was finally being pulled by a couple men who worked under Shuzen as he himself began to walk to the middle of the deck with a glass of champagne in his hand and a microphone in the other , smiling and nodding his head to the newest female who had boarded and allowing her to be one of the last few on board. –

Ship Center Deck – Announcement

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” Well how pleased I am to see such valor in the hearts of all these people standing before me today. I say , everyone please raise your cups and give yourself a good shot ; you’ve truly earned it for coming all this way to stand up for your nation. As you may now the ship is getting ready to head off towards the island at this time , you are free to say goodbye to your loved ones , or maybe till you see them next. I would give you all the advice of sticking together so your chances of death aren’t likely , but of course your fate brought you here ; and I hope fate has more then just a swift end for you in store . So let us rejoice as we head off ! Cheers and allow our combined efforts to be the victorious side ! ”

– The ship emitted a loud noise as the horn was blown and it was time for the entire ship to have begun moving . The ship followed the sea’s currents ever so persistently ; gently rocking forward and then back as it slowly set off towards the sinking ”Sun” that was artificially made . The blanket of darkness would slowly coat the sky and give them all the sensation that things will soon get real . Were they up for it ? Only their future encounters will dictate and define who they are as people. Will these beings be able to size up to the Demons in Hellgate …. ? The ship continued onwards, further and further from their safe haven ; Alteria would soon fade and the Prison would come into view.-

 

Sieg:  Kir

Red barely muttered a dry hi towards Shuzen, given that he was way too aware about where they were going, what was happening there, and the fact that he grew suspicious of any politician who did anything that helped others he decided to not pay him attention or even give him more seconds than required of his time. He said hi, he moved on into the ship…and he decided to take a look back at the people that was climbing in. Grimacing as he looked at all of them…this was the “fighting force” headed to help during the riot?…

Stuck in some party boat with people who look as green as my mother’s food…just great…

Red had a really bad feeling about this, but most of it had no comparison with the disgust he felt at the pit of his stomach. They were on a party boat, they were basicly throwing some sort of party here with beer and such while people was actually dieing on the field trying to hold the prison, and to top it off everyone seemed so relaxed that it got Red on his nerves, clearly causing his fur to raise as the inner guardian within him asked himself if most people outside of his home behaved like this in the face of danger. This was meant to be a serious mission but a part of him felt that this whole thing was being taken like a joke…

Just relax…go grab a bite…practice a little…relax…

He got into the buffet area, searching for some food to relax his stomach as he went straight for the meat…something that caused many people to just give him curious looks, given that they were watching a carnivore in the fur of a humanoid rabbit, and for a moment things remained well…he even managed to feel some interesting powers around. But his relaxation was cut short by a certain male who he had his back turned to. His ears twitched as he turned around and watching as he pulled out those condoms and then began telling his jokes and going after the ladies

You have to be kidding me…

Red’s fur seemed to turn into needles as he just glared with his crimson orbs towards this male. Here they were, about to go into a mission that might take the lives of half of the people on this boat and this guy suddenly felt like drinks and some quick sex with the ladies on the boat might be a good idea. Anybody would have laughed…maybe sighed or look away…Red felt clearly offended, showed he was clearly offended by this behavior…it was ridiculous, wasn’t this a mission of sorts? Didn’t this people had any sort of discipline. He just shot his arms into the air, clearly annoyed as he just growled under his breath

I’m surrounded by idiots!

He spoke loud enough to be heard, receiving some nasty looks from some people that he just returned with such hostility that some people looked visibly shaken. He had a long day, a longer night, and he had to put up with too much on a daily basis and now this, the bunny was way too grumpy so he retreated towards a place where he would be free from both this people and his own annoyance. He was going outside to shadow box until they arrived, or else he was sure that he was going to punch someone so hard they would crash into the after line at mach 8

The ones causing trouble at Hellgate better be good…because I’m really itching to turn something into red pudding by now

 

Kiri:

(NPC Post)

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Floor Host: “Enjoy your drinks my friends, things will get risky for everyone when we arrive, so have fun; today’s drink may just be your last. We can never know what fate has in store for us, however we can always live without regrets. Cheers, to all of you, for doing this for your country, families, and nation~!”

The male had spoken only with the purpose of warning the men and women who had decided to go on this voyage that the path ahead would be difficult and would warrant possible death. How they took it was their choice, however he meant well and the smile on his face proved it.


Kasumi had been listening to everyone and everything while she was dealing with Grant, but the last straw came with his joke with the condom AND the girls. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh he’d done it now. Kasumi froze, her form slowly hunching as she tensed up every muscle in her back and shoulders in anger. The Kitsune was not happy at all with that, the only thing that would’ve been obvious to Grant was the ominous tone in her voice as she spoke to him quietly.

“Grant….. do you know what I did with Hirai Hime so I can shove it down your throat?!”

Kasumi was just about to lunge at Grant then too, till she heard a voice mention idiots. There was one problem with his voice that ticked her off to a point that made her Jaki leak out for anyone with an ability to see spiritually connected abilities to see. The humans with weaker wills around Kasumi, oh they began to act crazier too then as well, which is the biggest effect of the Jaki of Yokai. But right now, the fiery wind-like aura that shifted around her form was enough to tell she was now agitated and hiding her strength was out the window, it was easy to see in her now, and it was overbearing for those who didn’t have the physical ability nor spiritual ability to match the five-tail Kitsune; who was already abnormally powerful. She wasn’t even exerting her Fire Fear though, which is what made her so curious.

“OI! I’m no fool, unlike this dumbass fucker I call my companion!”

Kasumi wasn’t happy, but she wasn’t looking to fight…. yet.