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Byron Wade
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by AzricanRepublic
So begins...
Byron Wade's Story
“
Where d'ya need the fire, QB?
”
Byron Wade quietly sat outside the bar, his bulky forearms rested against his hips as the Azrican stared blankly at the door of Gambits. A deep scowl escaping him as he looked to the side, brown hair flustering behind him in the night wind. The lights thrown from the tavern illuminated a small amount of the tall Azrik's figure. "Now what in the bloody hell's gone on here." He growled to himself, still remaining near the patio.
Byron Wade was pulled from his intricate thoughts in that twisted little head of his by a small girl asking for his help. Byron let his arms fold across his chest as he focused on the girl, who appeared to be a child. Taking several steps to scale the patio, he rested one hand forward, and pushed the door open. Easily towering over the girl as the door to the bar swung open and Byron scoffed as he took a step back, folding his arms once again. "There you go, little lady." He seemed to scowl.
Byron Wade found himself growling angrily at the girls statements. A gruff grunt escaped him as he offered his hand forward to usher the woman into the bar, his feet picking from the ground to walk around the lip of the door to begin to follow her into the bar. The Azrican scoffed lightly as he too looked up and into the bar. "Looks like a full house tonight, little lady."
Byron Wade pressed the woman forward with an outstretched palm, the bulky device locked onto his forearm brushing past the frame of the door as the two entered the tavern. Byron guided the door into it's lock with the other hand. The door responded with a light creaking as the duo stood afront of it. "This place is always full of creeps, fuck-ups and weirdos." The Azrican grinned widely, being somewhat of a hypocrite. The 6'4, up-armored soldier looking more like something out of a war film from some distant planet than a functioning human being. His cold green eyes met the womans. "Told you this place is full a' creeps, fuck-ups and weirdos." He smirked, his toothy grin easily capable of intimidating many.
Byron Wade coughed into his hand as he followed the small girl's glance. Meeting with the massive creature padding around. Byron grinned widely, his hands dropping to his side as the girl spoke to him. "Maybe you should go up and give him a big hug?" He mocked, his voice dragging deeply and powerfully, as more of a bet than a polite statement. One foot was brought forward as he began to walk near the bar, not necessarily caring if the girl followed him or not.
Byron Wade rolled his shoulders, free of the little girl. A chuckle escaped him as he took a seat next to several other patrons. His gaze shifted to the side to monitor the girl and the wolf-creature. He grunted lightly as he pounded his knuckles against the counter top, in the attempts to garner a bartenders attention, or at least get something for him. His spare hand moved to rub against his chin, pressing against a long scratch that he had acquired several days ago, the mauled flesh stretching through his chin and down his neck. "What d'ya expect of a man, honey?" The voice rang proudly, the womans sitting beside him. Another audible chuckle was heard from Byron as he watched the woman turn back to whomever she was speaking to before her interjection.
Byron Wade grinned widely as he meet glances with the woman speaking to him. "Sorry, ma'am, I'm just not the hero type." He remarked, his shoulders stooping forward as he pushed himself into the counter slightly, a sigh escaping him. "I'd love to save pretty damsels in distress, but all I get at the end is bickering." He mocked, his voice dropping as he rested his head against the counter, his dark hair spreading across the cold counter top. "You look like the type to play rescuer, though." He joked.
Byron Wade pulled his head from the countertop, to find himself in one of the most awkward postisions the Azrican had been in a while. A brisk smile crossing his face as he leaned back slightly, the smile turning to a grin as he watched the woman place her lips to her companion. A grunt escaped him as he then looked to the other two men standing near by. "You boys must really lack balls if you'll let another woman steal a girl from you." He mocked loudly, his hands falling from the counter.
Byron Wade grinned widely as he watched one of the men walk away in defeat. His voice booming as he continued his insult. "What, you runnin' from the battle, boy? Where I'm from, guys love it when girls kiss!" He nearly yelled, his voice carrying as he smacked a heavy hand against his leg. Grinning widely, he looked back to the woman sitting next to him. "You sure know how to hurt the boys, lady." He managed, amusement still flooding his voice.
Byron Wade rolled his shoulders as he pulled himself back up, wiping sleep from his mind. The several minutes he had been asleep felt absolutely great, he loved the act of rejecting reality and all that. A yawn escaped him as he looked to his side, to see Elle, but no other woman. "Where'd your best friend go, lady?" He questioned, his voice gargling in his fatigue as he wiped a hand across his face. "People just came and go as they please, I guess." He continued.
Byron Wade grinned widely at her final statement. "That they do, that they do." He leaned back in his chair, another yawn escaping the Azrica as his bulky, armored chest heaved upward from the intake, and then depressed from the exhale. A lingering growl went with his sigh as he shuffled in his lightly, the loud clinking and colliding of numerous plates connecting with one another. The man looked more like a tattered green trashcan than a human, but the armor fit him neatly, and accented his obvious build. "Of course, you shouldn't consider people you meet in a bar your 'friends'" He offered.
Byron Wade was lost within his own thoughts as the woman spoke, not necessarily hearing her statement of friends, and all the fuck ups in this place. He was jarred out of his thought she tapped against his shoulder plate. "And what in the gods is this for?" She inquired, Byron pulld back from the finger slightly, and smirked to the woman. "This get up? For work, of course. I don't like to walk through a warzone in my boxers. I've done it once before, wasn't my greatest of moments." The Azrican smiled widely at the woman.
“
^ Epic.]
”
Byron Wade grinned widely as she leaned close in to him, the Azrican returning her close proximity by leaning in with her as well. The two coming close, Byron's grin growing wider as she whispered into his ear. As she leaned back, Byron shrugged his shoulders lightly, it had been a while since he found himself in a position such as this with a woman. The feeling with somewhat of a relief, fighting, killing, and destruction for the past several years made a man cold. "I never said that, dear. All this get up is cold and jagged, you might cut that little finger a' yours." He mocked as she leaned back, Byron watching her intently as she toyed with her li[.
Byron Wade was distracted by the licking flames that jutted past him. Staring backwards to see which stupid fuck had decided to cross Byron today, his eyes then fell about the First Generation. That Azrican he had met sometime before, he forget the characters name, but had kicked the bastard through a wall. With a deep howl, he stood up, pointing to the other Azrican. "It's been a long time since I've seen a First Generation, you know. The last one I came across, his name was Havok." He continued, Byron rolled his shoulders and clenched his knuckles within his grasp.
Byron Wade growled happily, a chuckle seeping from him as he stood. "It's been a long time since I've seen that black suit of yours, boy. Havok told me of a First Generation that was ... exceeding his suspected abilities. Eighty years have been kind to you, Azrik." He mocked openly, an amber hue escaping the open palm of his hand as they both fell to his side. A small droplet of energy dropping from the focal point mounted in his palm and scar against the ground. A loud fizzling noise was heard.
Byron Wade growled. Taking a single step forward, the hulking Azrican leaving both hands on his hip. He returned the First Generation's statement with a mocking joke. "Unfortunately, I didn't put you down when I had the chance." The psychopath grunted, his voice seeded with anger, yet with amusement as well. He rolled his shoulders and pushed his hand forward, a single beam of light gathering at his hand as he prepared to fire. "Boom." He mocked, before letting the beam strike from his palm.
Byron Wade grunted as he was knocked of his heel, his spare hand moving up to wipe a pressure wave, gravity altering as it traced his behind his hand. The wave would strike the depression and malfunciton in gravity, and contort as it smashed past Byron, knocking him off course and sending him catapulting to the side; the Azrican growled in anger as he collided with a table. A crash sounded as Byron stood to regain himself, a large spike of energy jutting from his palm, the weapon growing from the void as Byron regained himself. "Bloody hell, you've been working on this, haven't you?"
Byron Wade smirked as he watched the man catch his attack in mid air. Byron gave a whistle as he stood erect, his hands rolling outward as she shook his arms back and forth lightly. "That's a nice trick, I haven't tried that ... " He smiled, a curse escaping him as the beam was shot back; Byron had only seconds to sidestep, and even that wasn't enough. The beam sliced through his shoulder plate, blood spattering outward and fizzling as it was evaporated in the high intensity energy. "Bloody hell, you little bastard!" He growled as he rushed forward and mashed a pressure wave forward into Law.