genessia | FIGHT CLUB

Entry tags:

FIGHT CLUB

WHO: Anyone who's there for Fight Club and knows the first rule. :)
WHAT: Fight Club.
WHEN: 1:30am on 5/22.
WHERE: An empty warehouse on 1428 Vibernum, Genessia.
WARNINGS: Violence. Probably language, but mostly violence.

If your character goes to the warehouse and finds the door, they'll be asked what the first rule is. If they get it right (you do not talk about fight club) then they'll get let in and the first thing they'll see is a banner with the following rules (slightly modified from the original):

1st RULE: You do not talk about FIGHT CLUB.
2nd RULE: You DO NOT talk about FIGHT CLUB.
3rd RULE: If someone says "stop" or goes limp, taps out the fight is over.
4th RULE: Only two people to a fight.
5th RULE: One fight at a time.
6th RULE: No armor. No immortality or invulnerability. Turn that shit off.
7th RULE: Fights will go on as long as they have to.
8th RULE: If this is your first night at FIGHT CLUB, you HAVE to fight.
9th RULE: Weapons are allowed, weapons of mass destruction are not.
10th RULE: Bring down the house, but not the building.
11th RULE: Anyone is allowed if they know about FIGHT CLUB and follow its rules.

OOC NOTES:
Tagging: Do what you want, but respect any noted OOC preferences. This is a fight club thing, so people will be injured, but if you have a specific injury you definitely don't want your character to suffer NOTE IT. No one can read your mind.

If your character breaks the rules:
:( Don't do that. Seriously, they won't be allowed back in and any location announcements will automatically be blocked from that character.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[senji was definitely prepared and ready to fight. he wasn't one of those individuals who had superhuman strength, or even healed quickly, he was still just a regular human... but he had needs that had to be filled. he wanted to just fight, to let it all out, to fucking wreck the other person in a fight. senji craved that kind of carnage, and it was good he would be able to let it all out here.

senji had already stripped off his tank top, ready to fight shirtless in the ring. if he was going to participate in a fight like this, he definitely wanted to go all out with the tradition. in order for others to get a good feel of what they would be up against when it came to him, he had already sliced his forearms, the swirls of blood forming around his body as he waited for an opponent to approach him. the tendrils squirmed, itching to slice into someone already. his branch of sin would definitely be categorized as a weapon.]

Oi oi- I don't want no fuckin' cowards fightin' me. You wanna go, then we're gonna go all out 'till one of us has to go to the hospital- buahaha! [he was saying that to anyone who passed by, basically advertising what he wanted to them.]

I only got one rule- I'm Crow here, got it?

Edited 2016-05-24 03:57 (UTC)

You can be Crow here all you want as long as you follow the actual rules.

[ Hey, he kept saying how he wanted to fight Weiss, right? Well, she's definitely not taken her shirt off. Or even her jacket. She carefully chose not to wear a white jacket in case of blood, given what she remembered about these meetings. ]

I told you you'd be glad you came.

Hey- I'll follow the rules, this is exactly like a Carnival Corpse- and I've been fightin' in those for seven years.

[he is definitely trained and ready to go. senji doesn't care what she's wearing, he just wants to hurry up and fight.]

Hell yeah, glad I trusted ya and showed up. So... [senji's blood continued to swirl around him.] We're gonna fight, right?

It's your first night, you have to find someone. I think too many people forgot about Fight Club to get in, so just promise me you'll bring a couple more people to the next meeting.

[ It'll be in Nova City, so she has a feeling at least one former member she knows about might show. Which may be emotional for some new members, but that's why she chose not to have the first meeting in a long while in Nova City.

Weiss draws Myrtenaster, her eyes on his blood for a brief second before returning to his face. ]

May the best fighter win.

...Heh, fine, I'll round up a couple people to bring.

[senji takes several steps back from her, now forming his blades. they become long and sharp, angled at his forearms and he already felt the thrill of the fight. he knew about her own abilities, and he knew this was going to be a fight to remember.]

Don't disappoint me.

[senji grinned at her and then he was the first to take off. he knew that she would deflect many of his advances, but he needed to get a feel for how she fought before knowing how this fight was going to go. he knew she fought gracefully, elegant and practiced, but he could also tell she didn't have as much experience as him when it came to fighting in a ring. he charged at her, staying low and slicing at her, his long blades craving the sensation of cutting into her skin.]

[Dante had perked up at the possibility of a fight club. It would be a great way to keep himself entertained while taking stock of what everyone could do at the same time. He showed up to the warehouse wearing what looked like skeletal wings on his back.]

So. My first night. Who wants a piece of me?

It had been a long time since Sakuya wore black. Something simple and elegant. Not entirely unlike her uniform, but different enough to feel like a different outfit. She readjusted one of her gloves, rolling her shoulders as she stepped forward.

"I will be your opponent."

As Sakuya stepped forward, Dante reached back to where Lucifer rested on his shoulder, taking the rose it held in its mouth. He strikes a pose, smelling the rose as what seems to be mariachi music echoes in the distance.

"Very well. Let us do glorious and fabulous battle. But first may I have the name of my opponent?"

Sakuya raised an eyebrow before offering him a small bow. "My name is Sakuya Izayoi. The Devil's Maid."

She straightened up, folding her hands over her apron. She seemed calm but her once blue eyes were smoldering red. "When you are ready we shall begin. I concede the first strike to you."

Dante chuckled a bit, turning to speak to the skull on his shoulder. "Didn't know you had a maid, Lucy."

He mimics the bow, slipping the rose into his mouth. "Very well miss Izayoi. But I warn you. I've killed many devils, and I'm not about to lose to the hired help."

As he straightens up, the skeletal wings shift and two glowing swords slide into Dante's hands. He strikes a pose. "Enguarde!" He shifts his grip on the blades, throwing one at Sakuya's face, though half a second after it leaves his hand, the blade freezes in the air, an eerie flame engulfing it, quickly followed by a second, third, and fourth, all hanging in the air at various angles.

Sakuya moved with the speed and grace of an experienced fighter, leaning to dodge and pausing. Her eyebrows raised subtly, her stance shifting in an instant, taking a hop back. The world shimmered and chilled and- she vanished!

In the same instant two well-polished boots connected with Dante's lower back as the maid's entire weight connected with him just under Lucifer. She wasn't taking any chances either, catching herself on her hands and springing back, landing in a defensive posture.

"You should know I've killed my fair share of both devils and hunters alike. Dismiss my ability at your own risk."

That caught Dante off guard, and the blow knocks him half a step forward. "Fair enough. But I guarantee you, you've not fought anyone like me."

He turns, swords sliding into his hands between each finger, and in a fluid motion, he tosses them into the air before clapping. The swords vanish and reappear, forming a barrier around him. "Care to try again?"

Another pair of swords slide from the wings into his hands, and from within the barrier of swords he starts throwing more, this time they travel a bit farther before stopping, making for a labyrinth of blades for Sakuya to traverse.

"We shall see." Sakuya dropped down, something silver flashing in her hands as she shifted herself into a more forward stance. Her movements, her stance was very tight; very controlled... Her eyebrow raised at the swords though. This type of fighting was something she was very familiar with...

And she rushed toward him, eyes glowing red as time began to dilate. Each hand held a knife, using her thumb to brace the handle against her palm, using the flat of the blades, to turn away the hovering swords.

She flicked her wrists at the last moment, drawing the knives up into her hands to strike.

Dante smirked, snapping his fingers and activating Quicksilver as he felt the time shift. He leaps backward out of the protective wall of swords, flicking the rose in his teeth at the hilt of one, causing the blades to explode one at a time. The order in which they detonated started with the ones closest to Sakuya, the force of the blast angled in such a way to knock her into more blasts should the first connect.

"You're not the only one with a fancy trick like that, miss maid."

Sakuya's eyes widened, her movements only slowing for a single instant as quicksilver hit her. Her eyes were red again, glowing steadily and brightly.

The rose was concerning... but she barely had time to process it, shying reflexively away from it. The explosions singed her dress, but nothing else, the maid weaving through the swords with an almost inhuman agility.

Time dilated between her movements, whatever power she had was tearing at quicksilver, though it seemed less fluid than it had been before Dante activated it. She still managed to throw knives between her dodges, the weapons traveling a good ways before time caught and slowed them.

"Good! I've not had a challenge in too long!" She was smiling.

Dante smirked as he saw what little effect Quicksilver had. Rather than keep retreating, he pulled three swords for each hand from Lucifer and charged forward, holding the blades more like claws in his fist.

"Hit me with your best shot mon amie~! I promise you I can take anything you dish out."

[Toby arrives to the door without really knowing what to do. He follows someone inside, which is easy considering the imposing figure that Toby cuts. He finds the rules entertaining; it's simple, he likes simple.

He can't turn off his healing abilities but if he stays in his human form he'll bleed. Toby removes his shirt, it seems to be the thing to do, and tosses it to the side. He waits for his turn, his muscles tensing and flexing as he rolls his shoulders. Fighting is something he's familiar with, it's a comfort and the animalistic part of him is happy for the chance to envelop himself in that joy.

He only hopes that the people here are made of tougher stuff than the human's he's met. Like a good boy, he waits his turn.]

[ Weiss has noticed this guy standing off to the side, but no one's really challenged him yet. She's got healing abilities too, that she usually just turns back on as soon as the fight is over so she doesn't end up with any more scars, but that's still following the rules- you can't heal during the fights, mostly, so as long as that's followed it's fine.

Still, she's never seen this guy here before so she walks up in all her 5'3" with heels at least 3-4" on glory. ]

You know it's a rule that you have to fight on your first night.

[Toby stands a foot taller than her and yet he can smell the magic on her. He is used to that sort of thing, he's fought many types of people and he has never let size make him think that someone can't handle themselves.

He nods his head, his arms falling to his sides.]

Are you volunteering?

[He really wants to punch something.]

[ Weiss takes a few steps back into the 'ring' area that's been cleared out by most of the crowd. ]

I didn't send out the address because I wanted to stand around and watch all night.

[Toby nods his head and walks forward. He isn't going with anything fancy, he plans to use his fists to fight, to channel his frustration, anger and pain into each strike. He watches her much like the predator that he is. Stormy gray eyes studying her, waiting for the smallest inclination of movement to react.]

[Yang was dragged here by Weiss with no idea of what was going on. All she knew was that it was a hush-hush affair and that she should bring her left gauntlet of Ember Celica with her.

Upon finding just what kind of place she was brought to, Weiss is definitely receiving a one armed Yang-style hug. Bone-breaking and everything before she's dashing onto the floor, gauntlet unfolding from her bangle as she goes into a boxing stance, though painfully altered through her missing right arm.]

ALright, who wants a piece of me? And don't think I'll be easy just because I'm a girl.

[ Showing up to the location despite having no idea what was going on behind closed doors was likely one of Jefferson's less intelligent moves, but the incessant curiosity he possessed wouldn't be satisfied unless he at least tried to unravel the apparent mystery. Speaking to that anonymous individual had only proven to further provoke his desire to know.

It was probably obvious that he was clueless with the way he was standing around doing nothing but watching people go in and not come back out, but he wasn't so sure of what else to do. There was a rule, sure, but he'd yet to figure it out. Maybe he'd get lucky and someone would take pity on him if he stood there a few hours longer. ]

Speaking of less intelligent moves!

Ted was there, actually out of his usual flamboyant clothes, trying ~~in vain~~ to look discrete. He was hopelessly interested in the conversations that went on in the network. Being private is one thing. But this operation didn't steadfastly deny being legal, as any righteous thing totally would. Suspicious! There's a chance these people might be up to no good. That and, well, Ted's a sucker for secrets.

Much like this man. Ted didn't know his name, but he did know him for the one who'd asked enough questions to make this underbelly look sufficiently seedy. He felt a curiosity brother to his own. Being an avid consumer of almost every network post, Ted did the usual internet sleuthing to come up with what this guy looked like based on the text post. Ted whispered his greeting.

"Psst. Hello. Do you, like me, want to see what's inside that den of darkness?"

[ After the first hour or so, Jefferson had begun to face the reality that his chances of figuring anything out became less probable with every second that went by. Whatever the secret of getting into the place was, people were dead serious about keeping that secret.

When an unfamiliar face finally approached, he squinted slightly. He was probably being too hopeful in wanting someone he at least knew of to show up, but it wasn't as though he knew too many people yet anyway. There was also the fact that he'd scold most of those people for being there.

He studied the younger man for a moment, his eyebrow peaking in interest. ]

... is this a trick question or can I actually trust that we have the same intentions?

[ Not that he gave out trust like candy, but it was worth asking. ]

Ted looked contemplative. "What would be the trick? Never mind. Here, have a listen." As an act of goodwill, Ted handed him a headset. Nova City continued to drain Ted's wallet; he could never resist a gadget that might possibly come in handy. Thank goodness no one had introduced him to Sky Mall. He'd tried, unsuccessfully, to gain entrance, but it was all a ploy to get close to the door, wherein he'd planted a bug to pick up any wayward passwords. With luck, someone would say it loud enough to come in loud and clear. Or deafen. Ted wasn't a tech wiz when it came to calibrating this high tech stuff.

You could be --

[ Okay. Telling the guy that his idea of a trick was that he could be out scouting human sacrifices for the cult behind the door was probably not a good move.

He let his words drop off and instead stared at the headset, his expression showing he didn't quite know how to respond. There were only so many things you could do with that kind of equipment and he wasn't so sure he liked the conclusions he was coming to. He didn't take the headset and but continued to look at it instead of making eye contact. ]

What is this for?

[ A stupid question, maybe, but he wanted to know if they were on the same page or if he should flip right ahead to the next chapter. ]

Ted wouldn't dismiss the possibility of something that wicked out of hand. The possibility of nefarious evil was the main reason he showed up at all. If there really were a bunch of cultists performing unholy, abominable acts, then it was his duty as a God-fearing man to spill their blood instead. Or at least tattle.

"Ah, excuse me. You must be one of those medieval types." He thought about how he could get the concept across to Fred Flintstone. "This thing allows you to listen to a certain spot from far away; as though you were really there! It's the same principle behind these things." Ted rattled his network device.

"Only, I've worked it out so that we've got the ears of a fly on the wall, so to speak, right beside that mysterious portal we're both so eager to investigate. Want to try?"

[ Jefferson scoffed and made no effort to hide it. ]

I know what it is.

[ He held out his palm, pretty clearly not interested. ]

Listen, I have an obligation to stay out of trouble. That includes not breaking the law. So unless you've got a legal idea or a plan B I'm going to have to need at least three rapid fire reasons within the next 30 seconds as to why I shouldn't report you to the guards personally.

[ It wasn't that he wanted to make an enemy out of Ted, but he couldn't afford to be the kind of person that took weighty risks either. Not anymore. ]

Eavesdropping, as a crime, was tricky depending on the definition of public spaces, reasonable expectations of privacy, and the approach Genessia City took to the whole thing. Throw in the how obviously suspicious the whole operation looked, and a fine was the probably the worst one could expect.

Not that Ted especially cared. That 'crime' seemed small potatoes compared to whatever was going on in there. That Jefferson got cold feet left him profoundly disappointed. He got up with a huffy air, speaking with a slight measure of contempt. "Apologies, I've misjudged you." Ted prepared to collect his things and exeunt. How one expected to avoid trouble when dealing with such a patently troublesome outfit was more than he could guess.

Edited 2016-06-12 15:36 (UTC)

[ Jefferson crossed his arms, his lower jaw jutting to the side. This guy clearly had a few issues that he definitely didn't want to get involved in. Part of him considered attempting to caution him one last time, but it was hard to have sympathy for his cause when he couldn't even take a word or two questioning his methods. He probably deserved whatever was coming to him. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

FIGHT CLUB

open!

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Open!

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Open

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Open!

OTA

i herd u liek CR

ya herd right buddy my pal

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject