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Post by Norek on Nov 27, 2014 17:29:52 GMT -5
The sun began to dip down. Lower and lower the orb of light sank. In most places it was just something that happened everyday. For those who were alive the setting sun is a symbol of beauty or the soft art of nature. Here, here it was an achievement. To see the setting sun was another victory. Each day was a struggle of blood and combat. Not all people died everyday and seeing the sun go down was just proof of that fact. In a place where nothing was safe and everything was out to get you at one time or another one grew to appreciate the small things in the after life. Not much was different here but yet everything was different. Even the simple things were evil here. The world was sharp corners and jagged edges. Each person you met was just another threat. Some would not attack you or kill you but so many would. It was how this world was supposed to be. It was hostile by design, yet, filled with the brush strokes of an artist. It was as though someone painted a grand mural and then hid it in a war zone. Not everyone saw it but those who glimpsed it between the struggle for life and death were changed forever. Four eyes looked on that sunset. One pair were light blue. They were soft, light, and full of hope. The eyes of a small woman. Her clothes were dark and form fitting. She wore a sharp curved blade on her belt and had a smile on her beautiful face. Her thin and well kept hands were placed on her natural child bearing hips. She paused on this roof top and took a breath. Her eyes looked out and scanned the horizon as the sky turned from a blue, mirroring her own irises, to a brilliant yellowish orange, mirroring the eyes of the other. The metal twang of a cross bow broke the silence abruptly and a steel bolt cut through the delicate skin of the woman. The bolt entered the back of her neck, sliced through her spine and the head exited the front of her throat. Her eyes went wide as her hand reached up grasping the pouring wound. She tried to scream, her legs buckled as she lost all feeling in her lower body. She lurched forward and toppled from the rooftop with a sputtering gasping sound just before her skull burst open on the hard stone walkway below. The owner of the eyes stepped out. His face was masked with a steel plate carved with a demon's face. Black leather armor studded with little metal rivets. His name was Norek, he had been hunting this one. He slid his cross bow back into his holster and silently strode over to the edge of the roof top. He looked down at the body laying in an impossible pose, soaked in blood and lifeless. "Last one." Norek muttered in his growling voice. "That was for all those poor new arrivals that you poisoned." he muttered stepping away from the edge. She was a menace. Trying to kill people before they even knew what was going on. She was a slave to death so Norek would send her to that bitch. He had been watching for some time. He waited until she was on her last soul before he struck. Making sure she never did anything ever again. Something good can come from violence. Often times people do not understand anything else. His message to her was received well, he was sure of that.
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Norek pulled the mask from his face and stored it in the small satchel he carried with him. He strode through the gardens in the light of setting sun observing the gardens. It had been some time since he had been here. Last time was a great day. Years ago, with his brother, and the two of them were roaring drunk. Norek smirked as he found the table that had sat at all those nights ago. The stone table, a seat on each of it's four sides. Norek plopped down on the stone seat with a toothy grin. He did not normally feel sentimental, but, there was a time for everything. He reached into his bag and drew out a massive jug of deep red wine. He set the bottle down on the table with a heavy clank. "Now all I need is good company." where there is good wine and great views there is always good company. All Norek would have to do is wait.
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Post by Hunter on Nov 27, 2014 17:54:26 GMT -5
[newclass=.cover:hover]opacity: .70 [/newclass] Think you can fight? We'll see about that | Hunter Kieff | | STR: 3 END: 5 MAG: 0 BAR: 0 DEX: 7 SPD: 3 | | class: Kickboxer |
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A faint click followed by a bright spark could be seen in the twilight as Hunter dragged his thumb against the wheel of his lighter, an all too familiar cigarette clenched between his lips. When he finally managed to catch a flame, his free hand swiftly moved to shield it from the wind and brought it towards the paper, inhaling deeply to ignite the rolled tobacco. The flame caught, Hunter pocketed his lighter and took a long drag that caused the amber ember to glow brightly enough to shine an orange light on his face.
This was a quaint little establishment, he thought. A welcome deviation from the dark damp streets below. He wished he had a better reason to avoid the narrow alleyways, but it wouldn't be smart to the scene of his most recent death so soon. Fuck, it was a strange thing to think about. Dying for a second time was more confusing than the first. Upon his first arrival, he felt whole. On the second, however, he began to feel different. Empty. Hollow.
The emerald haired man shook the unpleasant thought from his mind and shifted his gaze to the beautiful young woman standing near the edge, her long, fine hair blowing in the wind. She must have been another player in this game judging by the small knife attached to her hip.
SHUNK
And the arrow that now stuck through her throat.
While under any other circumstance, he would have turned to fight whoever did such a thing, Hunter recognized the twang of whatever threw that damned arrow. After all, it was made of the same material that took his life for the first time. Instead of the rage he expected to feel, Hunter was relieved. After all, he was in the company of a friend. Hunter turned to the direction it flew from to confirm his suspicion, and there he was. Norek, the green skinned bastard that was forced to kill him just days ago.
He made an attempt to be as inconspicuous as possible as he made his way to the orc's table and took the vacant seat directly across his friend, "I think it's time for me to collect the drink I'm owed, right?" He said with a smile, the burning cigarette clenched between his teeth.
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Post by Zayne O'Reilly on Nov 27, 2014 18:42:30 GMT -5
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| You never really know what you’ve got until it’s gone. Life is a great example. They also say you can’t take anything with you when you die, and that it’s what you behind you that really matters. Wise words never really stopped the pain, though. “How long has it been?” A voice whispered into the darkness, almost imagining that laugh, the smile that would accompany it. Her voice, her character. He’d never see it again, no. She wouldn’t make it here, didn’t deserve that treatment. She deserved so much more.
Zayne sat up from his position on the bed and sighed. They’d never really been a thing, but it felt like it. Maybe he’d been imagining it, maybe they’d been nothing at all. People had been known to over exaggerate feelings for one another before, and perhaps she never thought half as much of Zayne as he did of her. “…Hell.” Groaning at his own melancholy thoughts, the redhead swung his legs off the side of the bed and pushed a hand through his outrageous hair. Without another word, he picked up his violin and headed out. He wasn’t thinking about how it was her that taught him to play it, nope, not at all.
He found his way to the gardens before he even really knew where he was going. He had to get away from the memories swirling about his mind. Pink lights, as well as cyan, lit up the place. The checkered patterns and the beautiful plants helped calm his soul. Souls? What even was he anymore? Sighing, he finally paused and withdrew his violin from its case. No one could tell him that he couldn’t. With that, he began to play. Soft, sweet, and full of emotion. A requiem, if you will, for a broken friendship. He stood there, eyes closed and hand moving back and forth gently as the song flowed from the instrument. It was peaceful.
He wasn’t expecting there to be others in the area, but he didn’t mind their presence. They could listen or walk away, no matter which it was fine. The song wasn’t for them, and he didn’t care what they thought of it. He just wanted to pay his respects for a friend that was not yet dead, if that made any sense. He paused after a few moments, feeling satisfied with the work, before lowering his violin and choosing to instead stare out at the expanse of artistry.
When had it gotten dark? He hadn’t been paying attention and had let the world continue to spin around him. Zayne then turned, catching sight of a couple of people at a table nearby. One of them stood out with a cigarette illuminating his face, while the other appeared to be of a larger build. Feeling particularly lonely with the non-death of his best friend, Zayne moved to the table – the only one occupied at the time - and paused. “Is there room for another here?”
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Post by Demise on Nov 27, 2014 20:32:03 GMT -5
| I am your beginning and your end Though there are many in which you seek your revenge on, you must do it carefully. No matter how damned the mind, you are allies until you reach battle. However, the battleground has no room for mercy. | 11(+1) HP 10(+1) MP +4(+1) STRENGTH +4(+1) ENDURANCE 0(+1) MAGIC 0(+1) BARRIER +2(+1) DEXTERITY +2(+1) SPEED | In the darkness of Demise's room, Demise sat there patiently around the puddles of light that came piercing from the outside world. He simply sat there in his chair as he gazed outside to watch the sun begin its slow decent into the night sky. What a boring cycle he thought. Having to fear the sunlight due to the sheer feeling that was brought o him by instinct. Though this was the price he would need to pay for the slightest bit of power, for when the night came around, sheer bliss surrounded him as its soft reflections surrounded him.
Though it had been a long day, Demise's patience was about to pay off as he could see the rays of light slowly beginning the shift downwards, as if to flee his room to allow the beauty of the night to seep through and begin its reign, to only repeat this cycle once again. As Demise began feeling the night's subtle light touch his toes, he stood from where he was sitting. Basking in his thoughts of waht he could get into tonight, a slight smile broke over him as he went to the other side of the room where his scythe lay in wait. Demise opened the cabinet in which his scythe was displayed and placed on his armor. Perhaps there would be something Demise could enjoy this evening.
It was not too long of a walk, though Demise's travels brought him past many of the sights be be seen in Asgard. To him, this evening seemed bland. As most nights, it seem to be relatively quiet, besides from the occasional banter that could be heard from the few souls that remained after dark. Too bad most could not see it, the beauty of the night, and how much peace it brought about the city. Demise's travels eventually brought to a place known as Valkyrie Avenue, a place which was coincidentally known for its nightlife, the perfect palce for a night walker to prowl.
How lovely! An area of the city which seemed to truly appriciate the nightlife. This area of Asgard seemed to be most booming in the nightime, though unfortunately most of the people there were only black market salesmen and lowtime crooks looking to make a quick buck out of people. Demise was almost ready to give up, why was he going to sit out in the open and have people shoot him dirty glances all day? As if by luck, something interesting had just unfolded infront of Demise.
Demise swiftly look up as just right in front of him, he noticed a shower of blood followed by the poor soul of someone who had met their unfortunate fate in this city of deceit and destruction. Just before the skull of the lady brust open in front of him letting out the sweet liquid she contained, he opened his like a kid in the snow in hopes he could catach of few of the droplets.
Though he took a brief moment to enjoy himself, Demise soon snapped back into reality as he realised a body had just dropped in front of him. Falling very curious of what had just unfloded infront of him, he began to analyze the situation very carefully. By the looks of it, the body which he had recently identified as a lady seemed to had falled from the gardens above. With a spark of excitement ignited in him, Demise quickly found a way in which he could make haste to the garden.
Upon reaching the top, Demise paused for a moment the survey the situation around him. From what he could see, there was no one ready to do battle, but instead three men sitting around a table having a good time. Supposing they might have something to do with the situation at hand, he slowly began to approach the three as he sat down beside them. After quickly getting himself settled in, he began to speak to the group " Well, it seems that someone met their terrible fate below.... Would you three gentlemen happen to know anything about that?" Demise found himself in several situations in which he was being too friendly, though this time, he would not let his guard down.
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Post by Norek on Nov 28, 2014 18:49:46 GMT -5
Like moths to the flame. Good drink on a fine night always drew people in. It was as if they could smell the wine through the glass. They knew there was a good time to be had and good people to spend that time with. Well, either that or people just so happened to show up and it was the mind of the moral man that added meaning to the meaningless. However, that didn't change the fact that others had arrived. A rather wonderful man arrived first, the exact man Norek wanted to see. "Ah." his toothy mouth twisted into a smile as Hunter sat down on the other side of the table. Norek's large hand extended, pushing the jug of wine over to the man. The glass bottle made a soft grinding sound as it glided over the table. "I came prepared for you to collect, friend." Norek pointed to the bottle as he spoke. "That is a fine vintage. Well, as fine a wine you can get in this excuse for an afterlife."
Before the wine was opened and before the night could begin another man appeared. This one Norek had also seen before. More importantly he had heared him before. Norek knew this man by the sound he could produce from that instrument he carried. Despite his low birth and lack of real education the orc did appreciate fine music, more so than most of his race. He was an artist too after all, while he made his brush strokes with blood and pain others had more traditional pursuits. "There is room enough and drink enough for those who seek it." Norek said turning his yellow eyes to the new comer. "The gathering of artists is always something that should be encouraged after all." Norek smirked, maybe he would ask about his art. Norek did always like to shock people. "My name is Norek No-Name, since we have not met properly, though I do know the sound of your strings. Sit, drink, introduce yourself."
Just as things were beginning to look up. Just as the wine made it's way past the other men and back to Norek another arrived. This one was not a man like the others. Nor was he an orc like him. No, he was something different. Held a sort of lingering stench with him. Not as though he hadn't bathed but instead smelled like the bogs he had trekked through in his life. An underlying smell of decay. The man, or whatever he was, then spoke. It asked about the dead girl. The woman Norek had ended not only a few minutes ago. Norek tipped the jug back and took a long pull from the wine before passing it back to Hunter. "Why do you ask? Was she a relative of your's?" Norek asked casually. He had a practiced disconnection. No tells when he lied. His eys watched the man unwavering. He stretched his right shoulder and casually rested his hand on the butt of his cross bow. "I came here to drink to the health of my friend." he pointed with his left hand to Hunter, "Though I hear it can be dangerous to wander these parts without your wits about you."
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Post by Hunter on Nov 28, 2014 19:47:05 GMT -5
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Damn, it felt good to be in the presence of someone he could call friend in a time such as this. It was strange to think the two men could consider themselves as such considering the rather unusual circumstances that brought them together. Who knew that through combat they learned far more about one another than they ever could have learned through words. Fate may have wanted the two to fight to the death and be done with it. Instead it created a bond forged in the heat of battle. Hunter took a drag on his cigarette and pulled the cancer stick from his mouth. He paused a moment to take a deep breath through his nose and completely fill his lungs before he tilted his head towards the sky and exhale a large cloud of sweet, milky white smoke. He watched the cloud until the wind carried it away and turned his attention to the table's first new arrival. It was a surprise, but not the kind one could consider unpleasant.
As a gesture of acceptance into the little group, Hunter kicked one of the free chairs out from under the table and looked from it to the read haired musician, "Have a seat." He said, bflicking the butt of his cigarette into a small puddle, "Take a drink." It wasn't like him to be so accepting of a complete stranger, but what the hell. Norek was cool with it and Hunter trusted his judgement. Here's hoping it didn't bite him in the ass later, "It's a-" He raised his hands into the air with their respective index and middle fingers forming a set of mock quotation marks, "Fine vintage."
He let out a little chuckle and looked back to Norek who had turned his attention to yet another visitor. This one, however, made the hairs on the back of his neck stand at end. He was a tall, skinny and pale fellow. A look of death in his pale green eyes. It was a sight familiar to him. The same sight of his own corpse when he stumbled upon it on his way to this place. God, it was an unnerving thing to see. The corpse, not the fourth man. That aside, Hunter made an attempt to reach for the wine when Norek snatched it up to take the first swig, "Mother Fu-" Served him right for making fun of the orc's choice of drink.
While Hunter waited for his chance at the alcohol, he listened as Norek and the pale man had their little exchange. He asked about the woman that was killed earlier. It was natural to be curious about the situation, considering she fell from the very same building they all conversed on. When the bottle was finally passed in his direction, Hunter quickly picked it up and took a greedy gulp of the sweet liquid, "To me!" He said sarcastically, "The two-third champion."
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Post by Zayne O'Reilly on Nov 28, 2014 21:05:21 GMT -5
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| Zayne nodded to the others there and took a seat. He hardly ever conversed with strangers, and very rarely indulged himself in alcohol. This was certainly out of the box for him, but he wasn’t having the best of days and needed some way to cope with the emotions swarming about his head. Scooting his chair a bit closer to the table, he watched the bottle pass about the table and waited for his own turn as he debated whether or not he really even wanted it. He’d seen a few bottles being bought and sold around here in the afterlife, but nothing with a label quite like the one on the table. It didn’t matter, though, as he was no wine connoisseur. He knew nothing of what it was or wasn’t supposed to taste like.
“Oh yeah. I’m Zayne, I was just up here playing a tune for a, uh, a friend.” He cleared his throat and took the bottle on the next pass around, quickly taking a sip to clear his throat and mind. The flavor was not quite as expected, sweeter than expected, with that familiar bitterness that is wine. Sighing a bit, Zayne just listened to the two others at the table and instead decided to get quiet again. He never was one with words, and instead preferred to listen.
He was beginning to relax and enjoy the company of others and draw his mind from the dreary thoughts when another man showed up. He wasn’t like the others, though none of the ones present were anything like anyone else seated at the table. The Norek fellow was of a larger build and had green skin, not uncommon in the afterlife, but Zayne hadn’t honestly expected him to be so friendly – what with such an intimidating look. The other man had yet to introduce himself, but that was fine by Zayne. He wasn’t going to ask, as to not appear rude or anything. Maybe the guy didn’t care for names and such.
The newest arrival was different, yes, but not very much so. Zayne did manage to pick up on the slight waves of uncertainty the other two were putting off just before he spoke. There had been an accident? He hadn’t even noticed, though to be fair he had zoned out as he was playing. It wasn’t too important now, so he just shook his head to the new man. Sitting in silence, the red haired man just watched. There wasn’t much to say that the others hadn’t already. “Stay, drink, don’t think about the accident” it was all redundant now. Instead Zayne just shrugged and moved a chair out as best he could. “Come forget the world with us.”
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Post by Demise on Nov 28, 2014 22:47:43 GMT -5
| I am your beginning and your end Though there are many in which you seek your revenge on, you must do it carefully. No matter how damned the mind, you are allies until you reach battle. However, the battleground has no room for mercy. | 15(+1) HP 10(+1) MP +4(+1) STRENGTH +8(+1) ENDURANCE 0(+1) MAGIC 0(+1) BARRIER +2(+1) DEXTERITY +2(+1) SPEED | Demise was slightly shocked by the response of the fairly brutish man which stood at the other edge of the table. Demise was able to point out the blantant sarcasm in the man's sentence due to the servere difference in the appearance of the human woman and his pale self. There was that possibility, or perhaps the all the brute force of this creature came at the price of less function of the the brain.
"No, I have no relation with that lady... But I suppose you'd tell that by my look. The night is my domain you see, and I was just hoping something interesting was happening, though I suppose chatter is better than nothing." As he begun speaking to the greenish creature, he noticed that there was a bottle being passed around those who surrounded the table. He assumed it was some sort of alcoholic beverage, as that seemed to be the liquid in which most people enjoyed. Demise had not been introduced to such delicacies on his planet, but rather different types of things to be consumed as snacks.
Supposing that he'd be welcome to try to beverage himself, he sat patiently until the bottle eventually reached him. When this time came, he was half examining the contents of the bottle, but still managing to pour this strange liquid in without any effort. "Eh.... This isn't exactly a drink of choice on my planet, but I suppose I wouldn't mind trying it." The liquid was sitting ther infront of him, tempting him as it sat there patiently, as if silently calling out to him. Demise reached out for the glass as he gently wrapped his hands around it. Though he was very interested in finding out how this liquid tasted, he still wasn't quite sure. Getting past his feelings, Demise rose the glass to his lips, as he allowed the liquid to flow in a small amount from the glass, to his lips, to finally go down his throat.
Demise took a small sip of the beverage and was rather surprised to find that the taste wasn't bad at all. "Whatever this is, it isn't bad!" He rose the glass again to take another sip of the drink. "Though the purpose it seems why we are here seems to be to fulfill Death's twisted games, I suppose it is alright to enjoy once and a while." Taking another quick swig, he relaxed himself slightly to enjoy the company of the three who he happened to meet by chance. He knew one day he would most likely meet the few in battle.... A shame really.... They didn't seem like bad people.
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Post by Norek on Nov 29, 2014 1:22:02 GMT -5
Now the table was full. Excellent. Norek looked from one man to another as they all sat and drank. The bottle and night air had brought them all together, they had found common ground in this completely mad life. Norek tilted his head back and downed another swig of the wine before passing to the pale new comer. Norek observed as the man examined the bottle. There was a drawn out silence as the fellow mused over the dark red liquid. He finally took a sip and proclaimed the drink not half bad then took another sip before passing the jug onward. "Not half bad indeed. Total swill to the grape-blood my brother and I used to drink back in life." Norek placed his large hands on the table and got a sort of far off look in his eye before he continued. "Tasted like the mana of the gods themselves. A sort of full bodied bitter-sweet tang with just a touch of rosewood." Norek smacked his lips and shook his head. "Now there is a brew to fight for. Not all this soul business." the orc waved his hand dismissively at the concept of the game as a whole. "I saved that vineyard from a group of bandits and got three casks of that red lovely." Norek accepted the wine on it's next pass and took another drink before passing it over to Demise again. "I feel naught but contempt for this whole 'game' though. Just a lonely tyrant looking for cheap thrills." Norek spat on the ground to his left. "I'll not disrespect a man for making his choice in wanting to follow it but I've only got one thing that motivates me in this afterlife." the Orc pointed up to the false sky above. "I will climb up and get the power to break free this mad cycle. I'll not stop 'till every man is his own nation, and every nation it's own man. Freedom is a cause worth fighting for boys. Worth dying a thousand times for. When freedom is in your grasp, true freedom, what can ye not do?" Norek held out his arms in an open gesture. One that said, seriously? What could you not do? Norek snatched up the wine again and took another pull from the tangy red liquid. He raised the jug high and shouted, "TO FREEDOM FRIENDS!" then he passed the jug again, continuing the circle.
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Post by Hunter on Nov 29, 2014 15:40:57 GMT -5
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Hunter seemed to relax as the feeling of unease that struck him earlier began to pass. The newest arrival may not have seemed totall human but, for the most part, he was harmless. No, that couldn't be true. For when you find a blade between your ribs, it may very well belong to the one person you overlooked. With one soul down, he wasn't about to let himself lose another. The young man shook his head vigorously to rid himself of unpleasant thoughts and lit himself another cigarette before reaching for another swig from the bottle. It wasn't his thing, to drink wine. He always preferred the harder stuff. Some shit that could use to run your car. Usually went down like battery acid, but it always did its job, "Yeah, this ain't half bad." He said, "But I always preferred hard liquor when I was living." Hunter paused to beat his chest in a display of bravado, "The kind of shit that puts hair on a man's chest!"
That being said, he wasn't about pitch a fit over free alcohol. Wasn't on his dollar, so he didn't care! But when the time came, he wouldn't mind puttin' down some Hacksilver on the good stuff. When it came to alcohol, you needed to go hard or go home. When Norek set down the bottle once again and spoke of Death's game, Hunter gave a nod in agreement. The whole idea of forcing people to fight for someone else's amusement was a load of shit, "Who knows, maybe after a few years of the same old day in and day out, this may be the only thing that Lady Death can get off to." He chuckled at the crass joke and took a long drag off of his cigarette when Norek, the crazy bastard, gave his speech about freedom. God, it was cheesy but Hunter would let that one slide. The greenskin was passionate about what he said and that was all that mattered, "Hell yeah!" Hunter shouted, careful not to let his smoke drop to the ground, "But watch out because you ain't gonna reach the top before I get up there! Mighta kicked my ass once, but I guarantee that shit won't happen again."
Who knew that a little alcohol and a group of friendly faces could bring out such a rousing moment between the usually stoic individuals. It looked like his stay in Asgard wasn't going to be full of doom and gloom, "TO FREEDOM!"
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Post by Zayne O'Reilly on Nov 29, 2014 18:45:14 GMT -5
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| As the wine began to warm his belly, Zayne began to fill with this gentle ease. His lack of alcohol consumption had caused him to be quite susceptible to alcohol. Because of this, the wine was beginning to make him feel calm. He took he turn again, probably taking a bit more than his share. The Norek guy was speaking again, but Zayne was zoned out a bit. What he did get from the conversation, though, was that the green skinned man was motivated enough to go after the fine wine. It was nice to remember that there was a life down here besides killing and fighting in Death’s game.
Where Zayne had been initially afraid of the Orc, he began to respect the man. He had goals, and felt himself more than these petty games. “There’s more out there than this, that’s for sure.” He agreed, taking the bottle once more when his turn rolled around. He listened to Norek finish, only for the other man – whom Zayne didn’t believe he’d gotten the name of – begin his own little spiel. “It’s true. Somewhere in a back room she’s probably laughing while we slaughter one another. And to what purpose? What’s the gain, a pretty title? More silver, a lap of luxury? I hope they enjoy it while the souls of those lost haunt them.”
Grumbling to himself at the idea of this mess they were all in because of Death, Zayne got quiet again. He didn’t want to voice his opinions too much and get himself into trouble. As much as he hated the idea of the little game Death had arranged, he was still too afraid to try to do anything about it. Instead he listened in to the rest of the men and let a little grin cross his features. “Good luck to the both of you. Good luck to all of us.” He then raised his own voice, the thrill of somehow making his way to victory and “winning” these games. “TO FREEDOM!”
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Post by Demise on Nov 29, 2014 20:47:53 GMT -5
| I am your beginning and your end Though there are many in which you seek your revenge on, you must do it carefully. No matter how damned the mind, you are allies until you reach battle. However, the battleground has no room for mercy. | 15(+1) HP 10(+1) MP +4(+1) STRENGTH +8(+1) ENDURANCE 0(+1) MAGIC 0(+1) BARRIER +2(+1) DEXTERITY +2(+1) SPEED | Demise was rather surprised to see that all three of them were not agreeing with the world laid out before them by a superior power. Though Demise hadn't seen much bloodshed in this world, he rather liked the chatoic world he was cast in. It was akin to his own. Though perhaps not everyone can be the same in the world, and there were several different ones that perhaps had different norms. What seemed like regular to him could perhaps be very outrageous on another existing planets. Afterall, he was a demon, and the table was filled with a mixture of different people.
"You all seem so disgusted by the idea of death and sorrow surrounding you. I don't know much about where you all came from, but the concept of this place is all too familiar to where I was before here.... Where I came from, the bloodbath was much larger than this." Everyone else around the table seemed to be chugging down the strange liquid as if their lives depended on it. Most of the people who were at the table with Demise seemed to be starting their second or possibly even third glasses, where Demise was still working on his first.
"Are these things comon where you come from? You seem to be drinking these awfuly fast...." Leaving them with that, Demise rose the glass again taking another large swallow so that he could finish his glass. Though he didn't feel much of a desire or motive to continue drinking the liquid contained in the bottle, he grasped it again to pour another glass to drink since everyone else seemed to be doing it. To Demise however, this drink was lacking something. Caught int he back of his throat was the sweet taste of the blood droplets in which he had consunmed on his way here. It had a much better flavour than anything else he could consume. No matter what time of day, it was always on his mind. However, he would hide his true thirst until a later time. Perhaps by continuing to talk with the bunch he could get something interesting out of them.
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Post by Norek on Nov 29, 2014 21:20:12 GMT -5
Norek laughed at the idea of Hunter and him fighting again. Oh, likely enough to happen but Hunter was right. In another encounter there would be a good chance Hunter would win. After all, Norek had gotten lucky last time. Hunter was skilled and smart, but most of all he had limitless spirit. "You will likely get your chance at a rematch if this world has anything to say about it." he smirked at the fist fighter and pounded his hand against his own chest, a symbol of respect from his home. He didn't think to explain it, hopefully it would be more or less understood.
Norek turned his attention to their quiet comrade. He had a point. There did indeed have to be more out there than this. Violence always had a purpose. Even in the darkest mind of the maddest man there was some reason, no matter how warped. This game had a reason behind it, even if it was just so that the creator of it could get their appetite satisfied. "Oh yes, somewhere I'm sure she is just enjoying this all too much. Who knows why though. I'll just have to ask her myself one day." Norek drank to that thought. Not loudly or with gusto, he just drank to it. It was good be with at least two people who shared his desire for freedom. Even if it wasn't for the same reason it did not matter. That was what freedom was about. Men bound by a single desire, from all walks of life and all backgrounds. It was beautiful. The only one who did not toast was the Demise fellow. He seemed to have a different idea, colored by his background of course, as were all other their personalities. The orc turned his gaze to the man. "It is not being surrounded by pain that I am disgusted by. Nay, I am disgusted by those atop the pile grinding their heels down on those below them." Norek took a drink from the bottle as it came by again. "I spent my whole life fighting for my freedom and then for the freedom of others. When the time came and the darkness took me I awoke in a place where a single being sat enthroned over all the masses and I was forced to take up arms again." Norek leaned back in his chair keeping his gaze on the pale man who sat to his side. "Peace is impossible. I strive for the liberation of men to do what they want without the crushing weight of rules and games and the endless grind just because another says they want you too. We are here for a reason. Given volition for a reason. Man thinks so that his mind might be liberated. When man quiets his thoughts he has sheathed his most powerful weapon." He lifted one long nailed finger and pointed at his head, "Ideas are weapons too my friend. Do not just accept. Always question."
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Post by Hunter on Nov 30, 2014 9:45:31 GMT -5
[newclass=.cover:hover]opacity: .70 [/newclass] Think you can fight? We'll see about that | Hunter Kieff | | STR: 3 END: 5 MAG: 0 BAR: 0 DEX: 8 SPD: 4 | | class: Kickboxer |
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"I came from a place just like this." Hunter said, taking another swig from the bottle, "Fighting for the entertainment of someone bigger than me." He shook his head slowly and offered a bitter laugh, "Sure, I made good money. But I didn't own my own body. They pointed me at someone, I fought. I won." The young man clenched his fists, the memories heating his blood almost to the point of boiling, "Then, I won again. And for that they fuckin' kill me!" He shouted, slamming his fist down on the table, "After that, I expected something like heaven. But no, I got roped into the same old shit. But this time, if I keep losing, I'll cease to exist. Poof! As if I was never there."Maybe Hunter was getting too worked up over his circumstances, maybe the alcohol lowered his inhibitions. Shit, maybe it was both. But there was an almost sobering truth to his words. He had to fight most of his life, and now in death he still had to fight.
Hunter took another long drag from the cigarette before casting the butt aside like its predecessor and gripped the bottle by its neck. He sloshed the liquid around and guessed that it was about half empty. After exhaling the trapped smoke in his lungs, Hunter put the bottle to his lips and took three rather large gulps before setting it back down on the table, "Hey Norek." He said, looking to his friend, "Pretty soon, I may come at you for a rematch." The young man smiled and pointed a finger in Norek's direction, "I'll get that soul back, ya hear?"
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Post by Zayne O'Reilly on Nov 30, 2014 16:05:35 GMT -5
[attr="class","tomhov"] | | | | STRENGTH: 2 | | ENDURANCE: 4 | | MAGIC: 3 | | BARRIER: 3 | | DEXTERITY: 0 | | SPEED: 2 | | music. | | words: 331 | I dont know anymore |
| The others seemed to be talking about their little ordeals in the life before the one they were in at the moment. Before that got started, though, the Demise fellow asked another question. From whatever area he was from, they apparently did not have such liquids. Taking the bottle of wine for the who-knows-how-many’th time that night, Zayne raised it a bit and surveyed the liquid. “Wine? It’s not uncommon, but it’s not easily accessible to some. It’s a pleasant waste of time.”
Moving on from such a topic, Zayne listened in to Norek and Hunter again. The two seemed to control the conversation, but it was fine by him. He didn’t care to talk too much and preferred listening to the other two. Given this, though, he still felt the need to comment his own past. “I came from a simple enough place. Things were…simple. The biggest thing we had to worry about was a virus going around. Started as a cold and just kinda blew up. Took your eyesight, your sleep, even gave a few people paranoia.” Remembering such an epidemic, Zayne closed his eyes and took another swig from the bottle before passing it. “It wasn’t as bad as this.”
Listening was a thing Zayne did quite often, as he hated speaking aloud. The alcohol had done things to him and caused him to open a bit, but there was still hesitance. At such a moment, the red head got quite and watched the interactions between Norek and Hunter. From what he gathered, the smoker had lost a soul to the green skinned man. It wasn’t important, not to Zayne really, but he supposed the excitement was just. He’d hate to lose a soul too. “It’s tough, friend. We’re all here to win or lose. It’s nice enough of Norek not to kill you again, I suppose.” Shrugging, Zayne realized he’d overstepped his boundaries and tried to make up for it. “Remember who the real enemy here is.”
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