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by **Kouketsu** on Wed Mar 07, 2007 6:26 pm

Location: Ghalerion

Homecoming.

An austere figure stumbled through rusted gates and onto cobblestone, barely able to keep steady and just short of collapsing breathless before a city's entrance. Sunset was on the horizon, and the threat of thieves and all manner of criminal ilk trouncing about without a care for who they plundered kept his eyes open and alert despite the obvious fatigue that plagued his entire frame.

"Not here again.." The words almost dragged out from his throat refusing to force out into the open, afraid he knew to admit the reality that smacked him right in the face.

Here he was, after all that time, back in Ghale again.

"Oh where the paths of life do lead us. Tsk, tsk, Geldyn. Should have known better, you should." Musing to himself wasn't going to get him away from the truth that days of wandering following his little venture to Calismus had rendered him right back at home again, and with more hanging over his head than he even remembered.

There wasn't much that could be said about the man, especially for one familiar with the territory and the tale which wound about his lifetime. A couple of dual blades extending beyond each shoulder as they always had, their casings masked beneath the cloak which ran along the shoulders and clutched about his entire upper-body. Simplicity was what it was, as it always had to be with him. A few auburn strands splayed here or there from beneath an ivory scarf wrapped around his head and the image would be undeniable for those unfortunate enough to have witnessed the whole mess that took place in that old city before escape became a necessity. Only a solitary utterance would be required to complete the piece.

Dusk.

"Great Gaius save me." He stepped in again to that place which he could call nothing less than home. It was almost eerie how things proceeded from there. Sunset seemed to beckon the worst of the worst almost immediately, like some crazy charm that drew them to what the city with the audacity to share the name of the world itself offered. Taverns, lights, the voices of street performers and visitors, criminals and thieves, all of it permeated the air as for that single moment Ghalerion was thrust into darkness.

And without another moment passing, it illuminated. They said there was nothing in the world like Ghalerion at night, and it was true. Not just for the brilliant light show that ancient hanging street lanterns put on, but for the ever-present threat that to drop your guard for barely an instant could lose you your wealth, your pride, and possibly even your life.

by **Alucroas** on Wed Mar 07, 2007 6:46 pm

A man treaded across those familiar cobblestone pathways, those same familiar leather boots smacking against the trail, producing audible taps against the ground, emanating through the alley ways and alerting many of his presence. A grin developed across his face, signifying his obnoxious persona was already preparing itself for yet another night of insanity along with bumbling stupidity.

The Dumbass.

His garb was all but amiable, dressed in a pitch black trenchcoat, overlapping his dark gray turtle neck sweater, rolled up at the elbows, known only to him however, for the large coat he wore, concealed the confines. Crimson optics peered through the vicinity, scanning for the nearest tavern in sight. The feel of his high frequency blade sheathed in it's black metal casing continued to clank around inside, coercing the man to take it out and start a fight with the first drunkard he saw.

Thank God the man actually had at least one forth of a brain otherwise we'd all be screwed.

The round black hat, covered his auburn medium length hair, draping down infront of his forehead and eyes, obscuring his vision. "GODDAMN fuckin' hair. IF HAVE TO SLICE THE TOP OF MY FUCKING HEAD OFF TO GET YOU TO STOP CLOUDING MY VISION I WILL NOT HESITATE TO DO SO."

Yet again, those same old spontaneous outbursts ceased to function. He was literally any psychiatrist's nightmare - Unfortunately for the land of Ghalerion, reality always delivered the truth.

And Christ, did Von love slapping people with the truth.

by **Matthias** on Wed Mar 07, 2007 7:15 pm

"Ghale.." a soft voice spake to the wind. Oceanic pools and Emerald jewels surveyed the land, taking in all that the city had to offer in whole. Tap. Tap. Tap. The only sound that seemed friendly as light steps carried him through the darkening land.

Glossy strands of hair scatted here and there, to and fro, and back again before coming to rest upon a hood. This hood wrapped around the mans neck and attached further down to well past those knees of his. Nothing more than rumors had him fasten the left side of the cloak over the right not only to conceal himself, but also his valuables, past down treasures recieved by a father. Wrappings left said valuables tightened to each side of the waist. " I miss watching the skies at home.. There you needn't worry about theft or any hard-knock criminals.. So troublesome.." that soft voice now seemingly annoyed.

A task must be kept alleged and he must see it's fulfillment. Ceaseless yet cautious steps continued. From the distant and through the reverberating walls echoed someones holler. First victim of the night? Those Oceanic pools and Emerald jewels now shifting around.

Mandrachite.[align=justify][/align]

by **Kouketsu** on Wed Mar 07, 2007 8:38 pm

He stepped with confident and inattentive strides that did little to reveal the true circumspection that lay at some level beneath the man's exterior. Sure one could've assumed him rather apathetic at first sight, and in most respects he honestly was, but that didn't mean that he couldn't change himself should the need arise.

Each footfall atop cobblestone delivered another memory to mind, each stone bearing its own special place and tale for the man whose family built it so. He gave his head a quick cock to the side and took scan of which establishments were seeing their usual late-night fill. Taverns weren't just a pastime in Ghale. They were a veritable way of life, and none received more renown than those in the city of Ghalerion. Of course they'd get a little rowdy and it wouldn't be anything rare to see a few drunkards squaring off in a side alley or the middle of the square, but all that just added to the atmosphere which drew a few types of people.

Of course, there were the rampant thieves, each looking to make their move in the shadow of evening and ransack the closest peddler without his hand gripping tightly around whatever little pouch of meager wealth he had. No worries there however. What had Dusk upon him beyond a history, a name, and a couple of blades? Nothing at all, in reality. A bandit would be wasting his time trying a target so worthless.

Beyond the thieves one couldn't help but take notice of the nightly street performers which set the town's heart fluttering at such a myriad of spectacles. Some sang, some performed dramas, others merely performed feats of athletic skill, but they all carried in common the incomparable desire to entertain, to set faces aglow in rapture even if just for a minute or two.

But there was perpetually one group upon which Ghale earned its infamy and whatever prestige could be found there. The adventurers, of course, the swashbuckling opportunists which took their time for a pint at the tavern before whisking off into the wilderness with some hunt or bounty in mind. The ones looking for a nice business venture to invest in and strike it rich before ultimately packing their bags for Calismus instead. Some of them utterly raped the land itself while others gained all the fulfillment they needed simply by chancing that one of those thieves or criminals should accost them in the dead of night. Bellicose were a few, but that can never be helped. If anything it just made the nights more exciting.

Dusk virtually glided along the streets on his feet, the route they took of their own accord based upon familiarity leading directly to nothing less than an established inn and tavern adjoined. Sleep and quality drink? Who could pass up that kind of night?

He stepped in, those blades on his back making enough rattle to give indication that he had arrived to the boisterous lot that already had the place cheering and singing chorus lines in unison.

Despite the apathy which so often pervaded that man, he could barely keep hidden the smile which the sight brought to his lips. He tossed his head back removing a few absent strands of auburn from before his eyes and caught an open stool.

"That's a little bit more like it."

by **Alucroas** on Wed Mar 07, 2007 8:51 pm

He merely continued his tread down the cobblestown pathways, those same familiar crimson optics glancing around through the vicinity, looking for something to do. Those annoying street performers to be quite honest, he wanted to slaughter them and beat them relentlessly to a bloody pulp.

His frantic cursing, will to break laws, break into houses and overall be his own anacrhist had earned him a title as 'Town-Wrecker' He held the name proud despite how low it brought his reputation down.

A sign lingered above in the air, dangling off a simple building, immediately catching the man's attention. "S'pose I could use a drink, get drunk, maybe bone a girl here or there." Thus he took off in a sprinting fashion, hopping over food-stands, kicking off walls in order to avoid swarms of crowds congregating in the alleys.

He had to reach his destination in time, it was reaching nine O'clock, figuring if he didn't make it by then, all the inn's rooms would be filled up. "Gotta, get there, gotta, get drunk. GOTTA HAVE SEX WITH A HOT FEMALE!"

Immediately his rambunctious ways, caused him to extend his right arm outwards, latching onto handle of one of the many food-stands. Using it as a means of pole vaulting himself into the bar.

What else could he do?

Von was a man who loved to do something stupid whenever possible. And in this case, if he didn't watch what he was doing, he'd end up flinging himself right into that bastard Dusk.

by **Kouketsu** on Wed Mar 07, 2007 9:16 pm

Ah, what chance he was fortuned with. Still standing within the tavern's entrance, a glint caught the eye from below and if it turned out to be coinage, there would be little time to pass up the opportunity. His drink might've well just paid for itself. But where the man's fortune became apparent was when the descending feet, and eventually entire body, of some rambunctious miscreant sailed directly overhead while he bent down to examine.

"Hrm. Excellent. This'll do me just fine."

A sudden crash and his head snapped back up to attention immediately, fingertips grasping those coins like they were the last he'd ever see. He glanced about and amidst all the calamity the tavern was already seeing at this time of night, it was a little more than difficult to tell really what had caused that sort of occurrence at all. Shrugging, he merely strode over to that open stool he spotted and took it for his own, fingertips immediately coming to tap down on the countertop, his nonverbal order for a little something nice, but not too hard, to start his evening.

It was obvious he had seen a few hardships during his time away, and the barkeeps in Ghalerion always knew the best remedy for a little bit of fatigue. With the little time offered to wait, he swiveled around on his seat and inspected the whole interior of the place, yawning a bit while those auburn hues settled beneath the crackling flames of whatever was providing them all heat throughout the night. He always caught a few eyes, but there wasn't a lass in the place that he'd touch with a bargepole. Well, not in his current rest-deprived state, at least.

Arms suddenly stretched skywards, exercising his joints before he turned back around and rested himself against the countertop, all manner of sights and sounds throughout the establishment losing their effectiveness to his own thoughts of being back home again.

I wonder how everybody's doing..and did they ever catch the...?

It wouldn't take long being back in his country again before whatever worries might be there were refreshed in his mind. He had left with a bounty placed on his head after all, and a whole host of lunatics wanting his life for some reason or another. "Can't I ever get a break?"

By that time a little scuffle broke out no more than two stools down before he could even finish his sentence. Some drunks throwing some punches and a surrounding throng cheering them on, the usual Ghale entertainment.

His barkeep came back with a drink and before it was even placed down before him, Dusk cut in.

"Errr...can you make that two drinks?"

by **Alucroas** on Wed Mar 07, 2007 9:35 pm

He almost felt overjoyed when he caught the familiar sight of that alabaster scarf draping around the man's neck, although he wanted to smash into him by instinct as soon as he gazed eyes on him, he was disappointed. However not every fact of his life was a shamble and absolute bullshit.

He was still able to make his grand entrance nonetheless.

The momentum he used in flinging himself was of such an immensity, allowing his body to literally land on the counter, of course with such speed added onto this, something was bound to happen. That's where his athleticism came into play. Utilizing the velocity and power, it mad it relatively easy for Von to execute a simple backflip, ironically enough it wasn't by choice. If he did try to just stand there he'd probably fall behind the counter-top and seriously injure himself.

The opportunity was upon itself, and he almost obliterated it completely if not for those two men fighting at their bar-stools.
He extended his feet outwards, kicking one man in the face with his right boot and another with his left, launching both of them off their seats and living Von to stand there, concurrently as Dusk was sitting down infront of him.

He spun around on one stool, still keeping the momentum going until finally coming to a halt, extending his left leg back onto another stool, while keeping his right positioned infront of him, in a sort of bow two the man before him. "Well, well, well. Looks like we meet again, fuck face! Give me something fruitful bar tender..." Immediately he delved into his pocket tossing a few sickels onto the counter-top for the bar owner to take.

"What's the matter? - can't say hello to your buddy, Von?"

by **Kouketsu** on Wed Mar 07, 2007 9:57 pm

As his barkeep attempted to make it around and head back to fulfill his request, the body that earlier flew overhead landed right aside Dusk and a familiar and quite frankly unwanted voice reached his ears.

"...can't say hello to your buddy, Von?"

He slapped a hand to his head and sighed, muttering beneath his breath to himself while all those thoughts he was so earlier focused on were lost to that annoying and unforgettable tone. "Gaius save us all.."

A few thoughts did seep back into his musing however, a bit of nostalgia that the sudden arrival spawned in him. The stage of his mind played images of battles across rooftops and the acrobatics which ensued, and images of blades drawn in the daytime, standing amidst a square prepared to duel against his will with some kid that couldn't keep his voice down in public. And having his entire room torn apart the last time he stayed at an inn in Ghalerion? The sudden attack launched from virtually nowhere during his escape to Calismus? The squealing he heard after dropping from his windowsill and taking off?

Yeah, this was definitely the one.

Dusk at once stood and reached over the table to grab the barkeep's attention again, turning him back around and muttering something just audible enough for the captured man to hear, but spoken with enough urgency to make sure he got it right and delivered as ordered.

"Actually, make that three drinks. Or four. Sorry for the hassle."

by **Odin** on Thu Mar 08, 2007 9:52 am

At this moment in time, the world seemed an endless abyss of preternatural darkness; caliginous tendrils wrapped around his form and kept the rest of reality at bay. There was peaceâ€¦no, not quite. There was only silence. It was not the happy beatitude that one reaches when a nation has finally ceased a warâ€¦it was more isolation â€“ he was eternally alone.

Suddenly, sable screen shattered and he delved headfirst back into the world; all forms of images and scents and sounds flooded his perception. He could tell by the scent of the grainy wood, of the rank aroma of drink and sin that he was in a tavern. By sight alone, he was able to discern that the specific tavern he was present in wasnâ€™t the safest; after all, a fight ensued no more than a couple of feet away from him. But, this all applied to where he wasâ€¦not quite how he got there.

Yet, suddenly, such a question became irrelevant as his eyes settled upon a brazen, belligerent, individual.

Eyes? Well, not quite. His countenance was completely enshrouded by an alabaster mask; more so, it seemed that the indentations which represented his eyes turned and honed in on that specific individual.

And he rose.

He walked forth with a serenity about him that seemed surreal; he walked with such calmness that he seemed to move in slow motion or that the world was in a frenzy around him. Reality was set on fire, but he flowed like water.

â€œThereâ€™s really no need for that type of language, is there?â€? It was clear who his message was meant for.

(OOC: Kouketsu stated I was allowed to post here, so I hope no one else minds. My introduction posts are kind ofâ€¦not so good <_< my next one will be better, promise.)

by **Kouketsu** on Thu Mar 08, 2007 10:19 am

"..."

He canted his head aside and blinked. The absolute last thing he wanted upon returning home was to capture any attention again, especially considering the still-unknown status of that bounty thrust upon his head. It was such terrible fortune too that the first who recognized him would have to be Von, that shameless attention-grabber. Already it seemed he had forced another sudden visitor their way with his obnoxious nature.

The new arrival however seemed a tad different. The atmosphere which pervaded his very essence felt...unusual. There could be no other word for it. Of course one as apathetic as Dusk would eventually pay it no heed, but for that instant following the sudden intervention, the masked image ingrained itself in his thoughts in an absolute permanence. He wouldn't forget it, but whether that was more to his favor or to his misfortune was still something none could predict.

"Err..thanks." A mumble it was, at best. He was still trying to detract the attention which could follow. Hopefully this one he had never come upon before, as more recognition at this point probably wouldn't have ended well for any of the lot.

Another guest would require another order, and so yet a fourth time he called upon the barkeep and this time stuck his hand upwards, fingers outspread, one representing each drink. This was starting to become bothersome, but he should've expected this sort of hustle-and-bustle at night time in Ghale of all places.

"Terribly sorry. Could you make that five?"

Who could guess what that night would entail. Set against a backdrop of brash melodies sung in terrible discord by drunken daredevils accompanied by halfhearted free-for-all scraps breaking out at arbitrary intervals, nothing could've been more normal. As much as he hated to admit to his normal disposition, the prospect of seeing a little action himself just wouldn't leave his thoughts.

by **Alucroas** on Thu Mar 08, 2007 3:57 pm

As usual he just had to be the rambunctious bastard that he was, his spirit indominatable often times lead to his downfall in every situation that he was placed in. "Bar owner, might want to make that six if you're including the money I just gave ya."

He erected his body straight upwards before leaping down onto the wooden floor. Stretching his body out completely, cracking the joints in his back, pulling up his legs allowing heart wrenching fluids popping in and out of sockets to be heard throughout the entire bar section he was in. "Oh.....yeah.....That's the stuff right there."

His gaze canted up and down, seemingly wondering what the hell he should do next. Von wasn't much of a follow up in situations like these which lead to yet another downfall as protrayed earlier in his lifetime when he forgot to follow Dusk to Calismus along with that Ka' whatever his last name was. Now definitely wasn't the time for the energetic fellow to be reminiscing about other things besides the man infront of him.

"You goin' to say hello to me or what? I hope you haven't forgotten our friendship!."

Of course Von was just being his regular routine smart ass, blurting sarcastic remarks loving self.

by **Kouketsu** on Thu Mar 08, 2007 8:58 pm

Just that sound of that annoying--he really couldn't compare it to much beyond a screech, a screech right aside his ear. However, Dusk wasn't much for musing on the vocal tendencies of someone he wasn't going to bother paying much attention to either way, and before he could offer whatever response he thought would make the uninvited "old friend" vanish, drink already arrived.

That man hadn't ever downed a glass that quick, and that's not even to mention he wasn't much one for drinking at all, but being back in Ghale again like this always made him a little bit strange, especially when nights struck. And those lasses sitting over at nice table and enjoying their night were starting to look just a little bit more appealing already. He could be a gentleman when it was called for, although most of the time apathy did the job enough.

"What am I thinking? Why am I acting like this?" He asked himself inwardly, barely breathing out the words while he stared down a clouded reflection through a chilled glass.

Muscles relaxing a bit, frame sinking down onto that stool and getting comfortable for what he knew would be a long night to come, he finally turned to that boisterous intruder from memory and eyed him a bit, that glint crossing auburn hues sending more message than his words would.

"Uh...do I know you?"

Trying to antagonize again, no doubt. If there was one thing he remembered about that lunatic, it was his short fuse and propensity to respond with outrageous outbursts at the slightest bit of nothing. In all reality, Dusk was just a little bored and a little tired, and that was the last thing he could've expected being around Ghalerion again.

by **Nightmare** on Thu Mar 08, 2007 9:56 pm

On top of a nearby building a giant shadowing figure looks down at the inn and at all of the strong-looking fighters going in and out of the inn "Looks like fun!" he said out loud as he let out a small chuckle. He crouched as he readied to enter the building and let out a grin that could strike fear into a devil. As he launched off of the roof he left a hole in the top of it which let light shine through to the sky where he was, he positioned himself so that he would jump through a wall to the in, he let out a bellowing laugh out as he approached the ground. He smashed through the wall and as he stood up he let out another bellowing laugh "The last name you all will ever here before you die is Torin Tack!" he shouted as orbs of purple red and black formed into the shape of an axe in front of him "Now who wants to die tonight!?" he shouted as he lifted up the mighty axe in his right hand and struck at the bar. A small group of big men tackled at him and managed to bring him down for a brief moment, he stood up and smashed them all to the wall to the right of him with his free hand "Yes!" he shouted as he left himself open to attack "That's what I want to see!" another man almost as big as him struck at him with a battle maul. The monster just sliced down the maul and sliced that man in half "Is there none of you who are powerful enough to take me on!?" he shouted as he kicked another man in the side of the head. "Come on I'll even let you attack me first!" he shouted as he stood with his arms open, waiting for an attack.

by **Odin** on Thu Mar 08, 2007 10:12 pm

His job was done before it had even begun; the one man who had caught his interest by using so many swear-words seemed to calm himself now that the promise of a drink was on its way and he seemed engage in riveting conversation with his â€˜friendâ€™. He took careful note of the drink being ordered in conjunction with his arrival; logical deduction led him to a simple place.

â€œIf that drink is for me, I must respectfully decline. Alcohol has never really been much of a penchant for a pr-â€? All too suddenly, his words were cut short as a another entity, one much more balefully inclined than current company, suddenly introduced itself into the current environ.

He merely stood there, shocked and horrified at the actions taken by the stranger; he was flabbergasted, to say the least, to be in the presence of someone who truly thought that it was in his power, that it was his right to snuff out the flame of oneâ€™s life. Beneath the alabaster mask which did so well to hide his emotion, a visage twisted and contorted in an unseen expression of rage. Though around him, however, would not need this facial conformation of his angerâ€¦the air around him settled and twisted his mien into such austere manner that it left no other possibility than the most apparent.

His voice boomed.

â€œSo, youâ€™ve come here looking for death, have you? Wellâ€¦thank whatever god it is you follow; you have found it.â€? With a frigid demeanor about him, he walked forth.

Right hand came to the side, fingers splayed and tense as if grasping some invisible sphere; unseen to the eyes of mortal, arcane tendrils of cobalt energy began to wrap themselves around his right hand, splaying outwards as if it would strike anything, yet was sure not to stray too far from Odinâ€™s welcoming grasp.

by **Nightmare** on Thu Mar 08, 2007 10:22 pm

He let out another bellowing laugh "I follow no god, nor man!" he shouted "No being can control me!" he looked down at the person who had walked up to him "A puny being like you thinks they can stand against me!?" he laughed even harder "You are some fool! To think you could even stand to a being like me! Fine than! I shall make sure to kill you quick, and be merciful enough to finish you off fast!" He grasped onto the handle of his axe with the other hand and struck down at the man with about a quarter of his strength.

by **Odin** on Thu Mar 08, 2007 11:25 pm

The indentations which served to represent his eyes stared, unwaveringly, up to the behemoth of a man that stood before him. Beneath the mask, and of no accordance to the mask itself, his countenance showed no tinge or taint of fear. He was David, this man was Goliath, and the story would unfold much as it had before.

With a fluidity that could only be described with the grace of water, his feet shuffled along the grunge and grimy of the trampled wooden floors, who had been host to many a muddy foot in their lives; the axe heaved by the monstrosity would be met with no resistance as it passed through nothing but air.

His right hand extended almost nonchalantly, as if he were holding a gift out to the stranger; my, how conflicting the natures of his actions seemed â€“ so peaceful in sight, so lethal in faculty.

The tendrils of puissance unfurled from his arm and blossomed outwards in a semblance of an azure flower spreading its petals. Ozone filled the air, the sharp, clean scent was quick to pervade and flood every nook and cranny of the establishment.

A moment had lapsed before power exploded from his hand in a glaring display of light and sizzling heat. A lightning bolt of arcane origins streaked forth, boring the distance between the two entities in the flash of a secondâ€™s breadth, and meant to impact his foe dead-center in the chest. It was meant to incapacitate him, perhaps render him unconscious, though in this world where titans walk amongst mortals, this was unlikely; at the very least, however, it would send him flying through the very hole he had created with his entrance and out into the open wilds.

by **Nightmare** on Thu Mar 08, 2007 11:35 pm

The monstrous beast was bent over backwards from the beast, his head looking up at the ceiling "Yes." he said with a deep snake-like voice as he bent himself upright "Thatâ€™s it." he said as he lifted his axe again "Show me your power!!" Energy seemed to ripple through his body "I shall kill you and increase my power!!" with his one arm he slashed as hard as he could in the direction of the man, aiming to at least hit him with the handle. A flame seemed to follow behind the weapon like a fire goes on a fuse behind a bomb.

by **Odin** on Thu Mar 08, 2007 11:58 pm

(OOC: You didnâ€™t state which direction you were slashing the axe, so Iâ€™m going to have to assume.)

To say the least, he was slightly surprised when the giant did budge from his spot; it seemed he was rooted to the groundâ€¦but, who would know better how to tear someone from the ground than a man who lived revolved his life around worship of it? He also took note of the fact that his would-be assailant had a tendency to talk a lotâ€¦a show of arrogance that would leave him open for attacks later on in this skirmish; this was stuffed into the back of his mind, though he was sure not to discard such a kernel of information.

The axe blade, once again, passed through the air where Odinâ€™s head had once existed; he was genuflected, hand pressing against the ground as his body shot its way forward like a bullet shot from a gun; the ground rippled beneath his form. Given the size of the man and, consequently the size of the axe, he would be too troubled with the momentum he invested within his swing to be able to properly defend against Odinâ€™s counter attack.

Strength borne from the earth, or perhaps from a preternatural tempering, his hands came to crash against the hips of the otherâ€™s form and push away while simultaneously pushing upwards. He would not be able to simply shrug the attack off; the body could not bend any further than the midpoint (which is what Odin would be pushing away), so mere flexibility would not save him. Grounding himself would also prove ineffective, seeing as Odin was pushing from the bottom up; it gave him a distinct advantage in this tug of war.

The other would either have to dodge or be flung out of the tavern with surprising strength for such an average sized humanoid.

by **Nightmare** on Fri Mar 09, 2007 12:19 am

As he was flung out of the inn he picked himself up "Yes. Thatâ€™s what I want." He said as he absorbed the axe in to his body "With your power..." he formed spikes on his hands "I will be unstoppable!!" he punched at the man from below with his right hand and from the side with his other.

by **Kouketsu** on Fri Mar 09, 2007 2:01 am

A sigh, exaggerated through lips as his drink was interrupted with a more-than-animated intrusion that started tossing himself around like he owned the place.

"Another night, another mess. Ghale, will you ever change?" He shook his head and took another sip, refusing to be removed from his quiet contemplation for at least one drink's worth of time. And beside that point, it seemed that man in the mask had already taken it upon himself to answer the challenge's opening bouts. Well, potentially it's only bouts one could predict.

Of course he couldn't deny the fact that somewhere within his consciousness, he desired some kind of action, something to force him alert and awake after such monotonous travels. But couldn't a beast have the common courtesy to spare him at least one beverage before deciding to wreak unholy havoc upon that poor little tavern? This one was nothin' like the beasts of old, that much was for sure. Those ones at least gave it a little time, not to mention they threw in a lot more substance. This one liked to talk a lot. Von's intolerable screeching on nothing paired with that obnoxious bellow? Were people trying to irritate him?

He turned over his shoulder while the creature hacked out something about finishing fast, Dusk making what would probably be his only attempt at verbal reasoning.

"Could you keep it quiet over there? Some of us are trying to drink!"

Back to the stool and to the glass, but for considerably less time than he had hoped. The beast's bellows were quieted momentarily as the man at the bar stool caught sight of some sudden flashing spectacle overhead. He couldn't be bothered much to turn around and see, that apathetic nature kicking in, but at least it was quieter for a bit.

Until of course, tranquility was needlessly shattered once more by something that just refused to keep itself silent, or at least lowered in tone a little. No respect at all. Something about power, being unstoppable, the usual sort of oration he'd come to expect from the type. At least this one wasn't trying to steal his money or something. Seeking some kind of reprieve from the madness, he at last made it through his first glass and onto the second. It seemed like with every passing moment the scene was setting itself up more and more for this. Maybe he could drown his sorrows and wake up flat on his back atop cobblestone at sunrise again, if he were lucky. Or if he were an even more fortunate man, he could wake up flat atop some comfortable bed with a female companion by his side thanking him for the pleasant evening.

He was never very lucky.

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