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Vincent & Bull

Two brawling gentlemen without a care in the world.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Gasmask

Description

Bull was a mercenary for a long time, kicking down doors and slicing up people was the name of his game. It was a simple life, but he wished that the violence was a little less fateful for the other guy.

Vincent was a typical elf fella with a taste for something more than a bow and that ranger shenanigans. The elf wished for something more than the legacy of being some tree hugging, nature guarding, fay shithead.

Naturally, when the two met, they made a deal.

Enter, Vincent & Bull. Brawling Extraordinaire's.

So begins...

Vincent & Bull's Story

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"They're back!" Someone screamed over the three adventurer's sitting in Penance Tavern, and it hadn't been Molk who was probably off looking as stern as ever. "Start your bets! Mine's on the elf." Another voice shouted, as a crowd started to cheer and crowd nearby the table that the three; Oriana, Rajah and Holt sat at.

Though the moving crowd of people throwing money, shouting and clapping one could see two men fighting bareback on the wooden floor, pouncing each-other with fists and generally making a big show of fighting. It wasn't very discernible but the crowd seemed to weighing in that the scrawny elf was winning against the gigantic orc.

It was attracting a fair bit of money anyway.

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Rajah had all but been content to fade into the background against the two. It was where he was most comfortable, rather than in the limelight. But he had been addressed, and he couldn't for the life of him think of any real reason to remove himself from the table. When asked for his name he gave his best effort to say it. "h'angs'irit," he spoke, only to quickly shake his head and growl out, "Rajah." In his native tongue 'Fangspirit' was a lot easier to say, but translated? Not so much. "Hyoo?"

And then his attention was drawn to the brawling pair and he went tense, like a dog alert and ready. A keen eye might have caught his tail poking up against the back of his robes as he seemed to freeze in place, eyes locked onto the wrestling duo.

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The door to the bar opened slowly as the newcomer walked in. A castanic male dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt with a grey undershirt and a pair of hunting boots. The man looked first to the fight letting a slight smile crease his lips before looking at another small group. The smile left his face when he saw Jager as he made his way to the counter. Though the male did not make it that far. Another figure of much the same appearance crashed through the door except this male was clad in armor with a large sword on his back. This male barreled straight into the other landing a direct hit to his chest went sent the man sprawling into the bar. This drew the gaze of Jager who let out a slight sigh which would be noticed by those around him.

The male Woyzeck that had hit the other male Einar was not dashing toward the sprawl figure in the bar. Einar however wasn't letting another blow get in as he exploded forward himself ducking under Woyzeck's blow to land a direct hit to the mans guy and sending him into the floor creating a small crater. Einar then placed his foot down on the man looking at him a gaze of rage in his eye.

"No more of this Woyzeck. You have another thing coming to attack me here of all places." Einars voiced was sharp as he looked at the other equally match Castanic.

"You never fight anymore you coward." Woyzeck spoke angrily to the man the man that had pinned him.

Jager then took his own approach to the two as he sadly knew both of them. Einar now with his ripped flannel revealing part of his chest and abs along with Woyzeck under the mans control.

"You shouldn't be so quick for a fight you know Woyzeck." Jager chuckled with his haunting laugh.

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Ah, yes, THIS is why she avoided taverns. As if she'd somehow forgotten how nauseating it was for men of all shapes and sizes to waste themselves on liquor and ale then submit to the more barbaric instincts of public combat. Oriana saw her fair share of battle when she wasn't on leisure time; it did not interest her to see it now.

She was thankful for Rajah's answer to her inquiry, offering him a smile that took only one side of her lips to make. Just as the commotion between what she now knew as another Elf and the other (Woyzeck? She thought she heard that name) broke out, she leaned toward Rajah so that he may hear her better (later, she'd think of how silly this notion had been, for surely dogs had much keener hearing than she). "Oriana," she nearly shouted, and out of sheer habit, extended a hand to him.

Though her attention appeared to be entirely independent of the commotion occurring just a few feet away, Oriana felt that she was entirely in control of herself and the situation. She was aware of their every move, the static in the air and the tension let off by those around her, and already her fight-or-flight decisions were being made.

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Crack. The larger orc grappled the elf by his head and struggled upwards, putting a knee on a chair as the crowd cheered louder. The orc lifted his knee and leaned off the chair, smashing the other fighter's head against the floorboards. Vincent's view of his crowd was slightly askew thanks to his cheek being mushed up against his eye.

Those two armored showoffs were stealing the crowd. Vincent tapped the floorboards and the orc took his muscle off the elf, unpinning him and they stood up, shaking grips and brushing the chips of broken floorboard off their shoulders. "Those beardless pansies are stealing the show, Bull." The orc could only nod, cracking his knuckles as they advanced upon the quartet of armed men.

Bull looked at all three of them. "You ain't payin to show us up." The orc jutted out his toothy jaw and pointed at the floor. "This is our night, you pick another one and join the club."

Vincent slipped past the orc and offered Woyzeck a hand up, moving to shove the foot off his chest.

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The tense nature of Rajah was hard to break, looking rather like he might break and run at any moment in a fury of flapping fangs. There was clearly some sort of internal struggle ticking behind his eyes, whether or not to dash in or head for a back door. But then a hand was offered and his eyes sharply flicked to it, head jerking back slightly. For a moment he looked uncertain, then his ears sagged slightly in guilt, a paw-like hand moved for Oriana's for a brief up and down shake.

"Hwe should lea'he," he suggested quietly with a sullen glance to the side, then eyes flashing back up to take in the three combatants. The nature of men with power who did battle; it was one he had encountered before and one he wished to not be apart of again. Even if his experiences had not been close, he had seen what such people could do and saw no good coming from being in their presence.

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Einar allowed himself to be shoved back as he moved back a step away from Woyzeck laying on the floor. He shook his head first before laughing a bit.

"Is this still about the last fight we had? You do realize you wouldn't be able to take me if I was tied up and chained!" Einar's voice rather cheery now as he looked at Woyzeck shooting him a rather angry look as he was helped up from the floor.

Once he was up Woyzeck slung the huge sword from his back planting it tip first into the floor. He slightly leaned on it as he looked at Einar but before any more movements could take place Jager was between the two men and then began to address the other two fighters who had come over.

"You wouldn't enjoy fighting these two at all. They're weak, have no endurance and I mean look at them! They are practically models more so then warriors of any kind." Jager put on the show well with his voice rising as he made his two acquaintances out to be weak prey. It did however have the desired effect the two Castanic men now angrily look at the High Elf with their hands balled into fists.

Woyzeck being the one quicker to anger exploded forward from his position to land a blow on the face of the High Elf. Einar though had the same idea but with the other side. The two warriors were going to sandwich the High Elf's face between their fists but Jager was waiting for this, his formed vanished in a sudden black miasma having the two hard headed men dealing each other a blow to the face and effectively putting them both on the ground. Jager though was right back at the table next to Oriana laughing a bit at the trick.

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Her interest in the fighting had waxed despite her efforts to remain indifferent toward it, and just as she considered taking Rajah up on his offer to leave, her eyes snapped back just in time to see the two combatants collide. Truly, she couldn't help herself, and she laughed from her gut. Still smiling, she looked back to Rajah only briefly. "Come now, Rajah. I won't let anything happen to you." Heartily, she slapped the beast on the backside and leaned back in the chair, placing her feet - covered only in a pair of thin socks, for she'd discarded her pair of broken boots near the door - on the table.

She looked up at Jager, now standing beside her. "Do you always have such rowdy acquaintances?"

Finally, Oriana was beginning to relax. The anxiety that came with being a newcomer and being flooded with bizarre creatures (Elves and Rajahs were, after all, entirely foreign to even the well-traveled demon hunter) was dissipating, and whether it was from a veil of over-confidence or two empty glasses of wine, she was unsure.

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Vincent stuttered as they punched eachother and looked towards the real Jager. It was too confusing, he rubbed his forehead and looked towards Bull and sharing that innocent confused look from earlier. "Magic." The orc grunted, shaking his head. "Magic." The elf confirmed, frowning.

They decided to jump in with both feet, stepping past the two armed warriors and dragging seats towards Oriana and Rajah before sitting down on them. Bull pointed at Oriana and the crossbow at her hip. "What's that?"

The elf turned towards Rajah & Rajah. "You two mages? I got this problem I need fixin'."

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The slap to his backside actually caused a shocked yelp to escape the gnolls throat, along with a hop of his feet before he realized what had happened. His eyes darted around briefly as he remained standing, one paw moving to steady himself against the table. As the elf drew close with his inquiry, Rajah gave a shake of his head and tilted to for the floor. "Not 'hage," he answered, "Just gnoll." Even if this pair were only play-fighting, the use of magic had set him on edge, with ears upright and alert.

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"Well not always but these two always keep it interesting, I do have a few other less fool hardy companions. You may get to meet Aeolus if these two thick headed warriors don't wake up on their own. The other I don't quite know where he's at, Geir doesn't like being found." Jager said in a calm tone as he nudged Woyzecks sleeping body with his foot.

Looking towards the orc and other elf, Jager sized them up first before taking a drink of the wine on the table.

"Why do you think magic will help get rid of a person any easier then lobbing off a mans head and tossing the body in a river." Jager joyfully commented from his seat.

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Oriana was pleased with their curiosity and the transformation from combatants to social tavern-goers. Although she felt wary at first of the orc - for most orcs she'd known had not been pleasant in nature, and a few had fallen at the non-discriminating tip of her arrows - she seemed to relax quite a bit once he addressed her without hostility. Removing her feet from the table, she leaned forward and took the crossbow in her hands. She plucked at the string, traced her fingertips along the curve of the trigger, seeming to admire it very dearly. "This," she finally said to the orc, "Is my weapon of choice." Finally, her softly-glowing eyes came to find the orc's face. "Not all of us are as skilled hand-to-hand as you and your friend." 'Friend' seemed like the appropriate word, though she admitted she knew nothing of the dynamics of their relationship.

She chanced a glance over at Rajah, hoping their eyes would meet in some wild hope that if they did, she would be able to calm him. Funny how the least human creature at this gathering was the one who gave her the least pause and made her feel the least bit worried.

Until the other of Jager's friends addressed her, she was content to focus on the orc and the self-proclaimed 'gnoll,' which was an entirely new word to her.

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Bull moved his jaw with his hand, squinting at the tiny crossbow. "You fink' it a little to small?" His thick lip curling over his teeth, holding it there until he lashed out with a laugh. "What you hunt? Deer? Maybe... Lion?" Bull asked, flagging down the bartender with a gesture and raucous shout.

Vincent raised his eyebrow at Jager. "Woah, woah. I'm not asking for you to kill anyone, I'm just talking about a tiny problem I picked up from an angry gambler, said he fix the matches and he might have hired this witch to curse me. Big problem, y'know, down there?" Vincent didn't smile. Gamblers were fickle beasts.

"Gnoll? What are you doing so far up here?"

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Brown eyes met Oriana's for a brief moment, sad and clearly not wanting to be here. But others had his attention a moment later, his nose sniffing for a moment as he was asked the nature of his presence. "'Hilgrih," he uttered, a butchered pronunciation of the word 'pilgrim', so bad that even he noticed and wrinkled his snout. He then gave a small gesture of his claw-like hand to his clothing, trying to indicate that he wasn't a wizard, but a priest. That was a half-truth, as in his culture he was more a spiritual gnoll than one of magic.

But once again being a creature of a few words he fell just about silent, hoping the conversation would drift away from him.

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Jager was about to speak when there was a sudden brilliant green like shooting out from all directions only a few feet from the table and mere inches from the two knocked out men on the ground. The light soon faded though revealing a man of similiar stature as those that lay on the ground. Though this man carried a staff and did not to seem to have much other then that weapon wise. Aeolus looked around first at the two knocked out buffoons laying on the ground before looking up at the table to give a rather cherry smile.

"Hello. I suppose these two here are the reason you sent for me Jager?" Aeolus said happily the butt of the staff touching the two men on the forehead as runes appeared where the staff touched. The two slowly came too though rather quickly. Both Woyzeck and Einar rubbing their heads as they sat up.

"We really need to stop falling for that Einar." Woyzeck said with a grunt propping himself up on the ground with a free arm.

"We wouldn't have to worry about it if you didn't try and attack every time we enter some where." Einar retorted as he sat up blinking taking the offered hand from Aeolus as he was helped up.

Einar then went over and offered Woyzeck a hand up which the other Castanic man grudgingly took. They took a seat down on the opposite side of the table leaving Aeolus standing near Jager.

"Thank you for the help it is quite welcomed. I also believe he could be in use of your "expertise" with a small problem he has." Jager smiling back at Aeolus then turning his attention to Vincent.

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As with most things, Oriana took the Orc's comments in stride, only smiling a little while she holstered the crossbow at her hip. When her eyes caught Rajah's glance, she felt the urge to comfort him, but admittedly didn't know how. A milk bone? An actual bone? Maybe a freshly-created animal carcass? Alas, she was not equipped to provide any of those.

And now another had entered, making five, by her count, which she had little interest anymore in entertaining or (in some cases) suffering through.

"This is my cue," she sighed, offering a friendly smile to Rajah and the others. "I'll be on my way now." Though she truly had no idea where her "way" would lead, much less how she would get there.

Placing her hand on the gnoll's head, she scratched near the base of his ear a little before making her way to the door. She snatched up her boots, somewhat amazed that no one sniped them, and with a final glance back at the chaos of the tavern, made her exit.