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Re: Royal Rumble [CLOSED]
« Reply #15 on: May 31, 2018, 10:05:54 AM »
Those emerald eyes...They pierced through her soul, gazing into every nook and cranny of her mind. After the guard's eyes left her, Rachel could swear they were still boring into her back like a diamond-tipped drill. Still. The conversation between the two men had not gone unnoticed, yet all they did was add more puzzle pieces to the board, as she was sure the other three had also recognised.

Before fully entering the club, Rachel put a hand on Akel's shoulder to turn her around and face the axolotl faunus. "Whatever you do in that fight of yours, don't get crippled or it'll be annoying to get you out. I'd rather reserve my summon for fighting instead of evacuation." Catching Prism's thrown glance, she continues, "The same to you too. Be careful."
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Re: Royal Rumble [CLOSED]
« Reply #16 on: June 01, 2018, 12:50:56 PM »
Club Theme: TVXQ! - Keep Your Head Down

The mixture of smells which hit the group's faces as they entered the club was difficult to describe. The sweet smell of liquor, the pungent odors of sweat and vomit, the ill-fitting fragrance of perfume and the faint scent of blood - all of it combined to create the bittersweet tang of an urban slaughterhouse.

It appeared that people from all walks of life had gathered there that night - in one corner of the room, several harsh-looking thugs were grunting something at each other, their little circle clouded in cigarette smoke. On the opposite corner, a blonde man with an unbuttoned suit jacket, lacking an undershirt, was thoroughly enjoying the company of several scantily-clad female cat faunus.

Near the middle of the room, several men in suits had surrounded a bearded man with a notepad clearly taking bets. While most of them were seemingly proffessional, some of them were obviously belligerent. The bearded man seemed used to it, though. The men's voices died down as three more figures approached the group, one of them towering over the others.

The tallest one was dressed in a red kimono, his feet bare, yet that much wasn't as bizarre as the mask covering the top half of his face resembling the snout, eyes and ears of a pig covered in bloody cuts.The other two appeared to be large man's personal guards - a woman with bizarrely long, shaggy hair, her legs and arms covered in pouches and straps, and a bald man in a leather jacket who appeared to be unarmed. The woman was just idly glancing around the room, shooting grins at the patrons, the group which had just entered included. The man was more serious, his sunken eyes scanning around for any weapons and potential threats to his boss.

Lastly, you could spot the man with the eyepatch and his female bodyguard walking through a door in the back of the room. The group could swear that just before he stepped through, he had given them a wink. Or, well, he might have just blinked - obviously, it was hard to tell.

Soon after entering the group was approached by a short brunette in a dangerously short crop top, her lips, ears, nose and navel holding as much metal as a small airship. She appraises the group for a moment before blowing out a gum bubble, popping it over her mouth and sucking it back in. "So, which one of y'all's fightan' and which one's tha managah?" she asked in a shrill voice, loudly chewing on the gum in her mouth. You could physically see the substance stick to her teeth as she bit into it.
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Re: Royal Rumble [CLOSED]
« Reply #17 on: June 01, 2018, 04:06:08 PM »
Woah. Sensory overload.

The smells of strong alcohol--she detected whiskey and rum for some reason--paired with the nauseating odor of vomit mixed with the sickly sweet makeup and the metallic tang of what she recognised as blood made her suppress the urge to contribute to the mess.

She couldn't agree with the choice of music either. Excessive usage of drums was just not up her street, and whatever the lyrics were, they made as much sense to her as the subjects they taught in the academies. She just wanted to stuff her fingers in her ears, and thanked whatever higher being existed that she wasn't born with another pair of ears. Her gills folded over her ears instinctively as each wave of sound bombarded her eardrums.

Still, while one sense was reeling from the smell and the other from the noise, her eyes were busy looking around, though they were distracted by each new smell and sound. What kind of fashion did that man think he was wearing, or was that his halloween costume? The two people flanking him weren't much better either, though at least they didn't look like they worked in a butcher's.

So much information was being crammed into her brain at once that Rachel almost missed the heavily pierced woman walking up to them, and once she laid eyes on her she wanted to cringe away in disgust. The piercings were revolting, and though she just managed to keep her facial expression neutral, her gills shrunk even further, completely disappearing from sight if viewed from the front, though a side view would reveal every single hair standing on end. "Say agai--oh. Manager," she pointed at herself, "and fighter." She waved at Akel to come over.
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Re: Royal Rumble [CLOSED]
« Reply #18 on: June 04, 2018, 09:06:38 PM »
The bass is bone-rattling.

Prism's eyes have gone wide as she observes the room, but otherwise manages to keep an otherwise neutral expression on her face as the group enters the club. Her eyes flit from corner to corner, taking in all the sights the club had to offer - the thugs would hopefully keep to himself, and so would the man with the flirty felines, he seems like the type to stay preoccupied. The man in the pig's mask had to be fighter, or somebody important at least, there's no way nobody would have that much muscle with them otherwise.

Prism's head dips just in time to avoid the eyes of the bald man, or the woman with shaggy eyes - putting on an expression of minor disgust, as if she's too caught up in the club's atmosphere to pay them any attention. Admittedly, the room reeks, but is it bad if she's kinda digging the music though? Her attention's diverted again as the group's approached by another woman, asking if they're the fighter and the manager - wait, fuck.

She doesn't have a role that connects her to the rest of the group. She's too scrawny to pass as hired muscle, so they wouldn't just let her backstage, unless she's someone important to them all. Someone doing something valuable. Like...

She glances to Akel, and gives a silent prayer that the bat faunus plays along, taking a step forwards to hook one arm through Akel's at the elbow, before slightly leaning into the taller faunus and batting her eyes, as if there's nobody else in the room. The other goes up to tug her hair out of the ponytail, an affectionate gesture that a partner might do...

She may not pass as hired muscle, but she just might as arm candy.
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Re: Royal Rumble [CLOSED]
« Reply #19 on: June 05, 2018, 09:36:23 AM »
Akel was slightly stunned from the mix of stimulus that hit her senses as she entered the club. On the pleasent side she could smell hints of perfume and some allcoholic drinks which she hoped were as colourful as the fragrance hinted. Unfortunately she was quickly brought back by a hoard of rather unpleasent smells, cigerattes and blood being the obvious ones.

However, Akel was amused by the stereotypes that shr could see and personally would favour to be the buisnessman having the attention of the several faunus. Yet, she reframed from anything more then a quick gaze as she adjusted her eyewear and turned down the volume of her headset slightly.

Akel took note of the big boss and personally wondered why anyone would walk barefooted here but returned to browsing amongst the crowd as she saw the eyepatched gentlemaen give a wink, the idea that it was just a regular wink passing by and hopefully she'd get to clarify it in a later conversation, hopefully when they catch as many crooks as they could.

"Yo" was the casual response that Akel gave as Rachel introduced as the fighter, her gaze directed at Prism as she smiled and brought her hand along the shorter girl's cheek. As Akel smiled she let the hand that was brushing the girl's cheek wrap around the one that Prism had used to undo her ponytail "Later you can do more then undo my ponytail, but for the moment hold onto that for me, I'll want that back later." Akel came off as more seductive then anything, something which she had already started and was going to keep it up to be consistent and wanting to see Prism's cheeks turn red.
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Re: Royal Rumble [CLOSED]
« Reply #20 on: June 06, 2018, 03:54:47 AM »
The heavily-pierced girl snickered. "Oh, ya plannin' on some..." she said, then produced a series of squeaking, honking and clicking noises. "...in tha back, huh? Well, can' really judge or nothin'. Plen'y o' room back 'ere for ya, if you ca' even move afta' tha fight."

The girl then turned towards the man still taking bets, shouting out: "OI! Kramer! Who's the new chick fightin'?!"

"Fuckin' Sark, lass!"

"Oof. Migh' wanna take a rai'check on tha squeak-squeak, ladies. An'way, I'm guessin' you two can follo' me, then," she continued, gesturing towards the two presumed lovebirds. She then pointed her thumb towards the door that eyepatch had just gone through. "Tha rest o' ya can go git ya seats. Managah seats are at tha front. You'll kno' 'em when ya see 'em."

With that, the girl started leading the way to a set of doors off to the side of the room. It seemed that the crowd was preparing for the fights as well, both the feline compatriot and masked giant having gone inside. The team was splitting up and the mission begins here.



Akel and Prism were led into a brightly lit hallway, several cracks and old stains scattered along the concrete. There were doors on either side of the hall, most marked with number one-through-twelve. One door was marked as 'Custodial Supplies', another remaind unmarked. As you passed an intersecting hallway, the girl stopped. To the left you see a staircase, and to the right - another set of steel doors.

"Right 'en, ova there's tha door to the ring. You're up in twen'y, so don' get too carried away or nothin'. Ya can take dres'n' room ten, should be free tonigh'. Imma head back, got bunch a more fightas comin' in. Real mess tonigh', ya kno'?"

And just like that, the girl was gone. No guards, no cameras, nothing - it seemed that the fighters are given free reign back here. Almost a little too perfect for what they had planned.



The door which Mordred and Rachel would take would lead them into a massive room which resembled a rundown factory assembly room repurposed as an auditorium. Numerous rows of seats surrounded the center of the room, where a massive cage was located - the fighters' entrances seemed to be located where one would have previously found conveyor belts. Set in front of the regular seats were ones which were undoubtedly meant for managers. These were located on three sides of the rom - the one closest to the entrance was currently entirely occupied by one manager alone. It was, of course, cat guy from earlier - while he himself had his arms spread across three seats, every single chair around him was taken by the faunus, all of them in varying states of 'on top of him'.

The next set of seats was mostly free, two of them taken by eyepatch and his companion, a chair remaining empty next to the man. He seemed about as laid back as the cat guy - there was a glass of beer in his hand, though the bowl-cut girl next to him seemed to be eyeing the beverage with distaste.

The last set of manager seats had some room left as well. The large kimono-clad man was sitting in the middle, his two guards at his side. A bottle of vodka laid closeby, but there was something odd about it - as if there was something floating around in it, shapeless and glowing. It didn't appear like he had started drinking, though - the bald man, on the other hand, was already slamming shots.

Mordred remained silent as to not blow his cover. Looks like it would be up to Rachel to lead the way.
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Janna Tarmac - 1st Year tank lady of Team HTDG. "Our job is to protect the innocent, and that's what I do."

Reginald Royale - 1st year snotty brat of team MARS. "I'm telling father about this!"

Rufus Chocla - 2nd year freestyle rapper of team ____. "Rap comes from the Soul, don't mess with the Flow, if you can't take no more, don't wait for Encore!"

Anza Burgundy - 1st Year archer of team CRSA. "War eagle, feller!"

Silica Methiviola - Assistant to the Royale Family/Reginald. "Suck my metaphorical dick, nerd."

Coconut Cream - 1st Year pervert of team CASA. "B-before we fight could you just like... nyah once for me?"

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Re: Royal Rumble [CLOSED]
« Reply #21 on: June 10, 2018, 06:17:38 PM »
Prism just gives the woman with the piercings a little nod, keeping her arm wrapped around Akel's as they're led backstage. One last glance is cast to Rachel and Mordred - be careful - before they disappear down the door meant for fighters.



As their guide disappears, Prism waits a beat for her to fade from hearing, before moving rapidly - dragging Akel into their designated dressing room, before quickly shutting the door behind them. She holds it closed for a beat, then two, and hearing nothing after them, releases a ragged breath she didn't know she'd been holding. "Holy shit, that worked."

Prism pauses, registering what she said, before spinning to face Akel with a blush on her cheeks. "I, uh - I'm sorry about that, it occurred to me that I couldn't get backstage, unless I had like, reason, otherwise I'd be taken out to the floor with Rachel and everyone else, and like - 'arm candy' was the only thing I could think of. So, uh. yeah. Props to catching on so quickly, and like, playing along as well - it's um, really appreciated. " She rubs the back of her neck sheepishly, averting her eyes.

"It's pretty empty back here right now, so I'm going to get going like, immediately - there's one unmarked door out there I should check out before somebody else shows up, and that staircase is bound to lead somewhere else interesting. Are you going to be okay if I take off? Your opponent sounded pretty tough, that 'Sark' dude she was talking about, especially if you couldn't move afterwards, or like, we wouldn't have been able to, uh..." She finishes a bit lamely, making herself blush with the thought again -  the poor bird is talking herself in circles.
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