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Great Dojo
Kotomine_Rin:
Cossie
"Woooooah. So, you're telling me this whole section of this city so far up their roided brains that they literally turned battles to the death into a ruling class system? Man, I don't know if I was born in the right generation, but I'm glad I made it to this one."
Hands in his pocket, the dead apostle relatedly took in the sights of the city, chuckling absentmindedly. For a man as bloody as him, he was being awfully relaxed. The small hints of a smile almost betrayed the fact he was enjoying himself a little.
"Haaaah. And even the air smells of sweat and battle. I bet you'd like it too, wouldn't you? Get some beast to dominate you as its meat slaps against yours, until you're nothing more than a mess to be cleaned off the floors. Chillax, I'll give you some when I... yawn... I feel like it I guess. Tep. All part of the plan I just made up babe."
He smacked his lips and admired the sights some more. "Hey. No way. Um, what is that?" He grinned trying to contain his excitement a bit, like a bad boy dragging his girlfriend along to his favorite spots - even if he knew nothing of those around. He pointed to a device that seemed to make sounds of sorts, a machine of metal that sang wondrous melodies.
They called it a boombox. Not that he'd know.
"Is this some sort of human garbage? Ha! I like it way better than the trash you guys usually litter."
Panda:
--- Quote from: Kotomine_Rin on May 18, 2021, 04:56:52 AM ---Cossie
"Woooooah. So, you're telling me this whole section of this city so far up their roided brains that they literally turned battles to the death into a ruling class system? Man, I don't know if I was born in the right generation, but I'm glad I made it to this one."
Hands in his pocket, the dead apostle relatedly took in the sights of the city, chuckling absentmindedly. For a man as bloody as him, he was being awfully relaxed. The small hints of a smile almost betrayed the fact he was enjoying himself a little.
"Haaaah. And even the air smells of sweat and battle. I bet you'd like it too, wouldn't you? Get some beast to dominate you as its meat slaps against yours, until you're nothing more than a mess to be cleaned off the floors. Chillax, I'll give you some when I... yawn... I feel like it I guess. Tep. All part of the plan I just made up babe."
He smacked his lips and admired the sights some more. "Hey. No way. Um, what is that?" He grinned trying to contain his excitement a bit, like a bad boy dragging his girlfriend along to his favorite spots - even if he knew nothing of those around. He pointed to a device that seemed to make sounds of sorts, a machine of metal that sang wondrous melodies.
They called it a boombox. Not that he'd know.
"Is this some sort of human garbage? Ha! I like it way better than the trash you guys usually litter."
--- End quote ---
Nanako
"Yeah, that about sums this place up," Nanako nodded, not missing the slight smile curling his lips. His teasing still made her flush, as if his words were specific chosen to stoke her imagination and leave her wanting more that wouldn't come. At least not any time soon.
"Mhm, speaking from experience there?" the squirrel girl teased back. Before she could say anything further, however, booming music started up nearby, Johnny dragging Nanako along until they came across a boombox with some guys and girls surrounding a mat nearby. They nodded along with the beat, seemingly unbothered by the vampire's questions and comments.
"They're called boomboxes," Nanako noted, "A handy way to bring your music with you and make sure everyone else hears it too."
As if on cue, the tune changed, raw beats taking over the melody as the other instruments took a break. Without missing a beat, one of the listeners went to the mat and started breakdancing, making up for amateur skill with sheer youthful exuberance and abandon, then left after a short duration to be replaced by another. Each of them danced as if fighting the beat itself, pushing to make the most of their time on the mat.
"Huh, breakdancers. Neat," Nanako remarked, watching the dancers with mild interest and curiosity, "Didn't think they'd have it here."
Kotomine_Rin:
Costin
"Pft. No way, you're shitting me." The apostle covered his face from the sun's rays from his face for a moment, observing the scene with great interest. Until something curious happened to him. A magic more potent than the sorceries of old, a force deeper than even his violence - greater than power.
"Haha. How fun..."
His body started to move. Grooving. Swaggering like in the days of forgotten youth, as if dragged along by the music. He smiled, truly happy - to the point his fangs showed shamelessly as well. The dark man, the sun's light, and his joyful dance. Was it all a walking contradiction? No, in all things be it life, death, joy and sorrow... he was always himself. That's this, and that's that. So where was his heart right now? The little village in the heart of the Romanian countryside, the smells and lively sounds of his home. The taste of a place he could never return to. But if something could be called tragic, its the fact he could not shed tears of it any longer.
Even if he could, he didn't feel like it any longer.
"What lovely sounds, I just can't enough of it. Heh, I must look silly for an old man." He twirled in place and invited her to his waltz. "Wanna join me?"
Aiden:
--- Quote from: Hibiki on May 17, 2021, 06:08:12 PM ---Nika
The one thing vampire cared about though, short of massive trauma that would make her undead resilience irrelevant, was the one thing that never went entirely away, the one thing that drove her existence past her death: the blood. And matching this equal or even possibly superior opponent shaved away at the lifeforce flowing through her veins.
The hunger gnawed at her. This probably would've been a different matter altogether if she fought a vampire. Imbibing blood of creatures similar to her was a taboo not just because of the potential addiction to it, but also as sometimes it didn't stop just at it. But against a mortal, fairly powerful at the same time? She could really weaken Mira and reenergize herself in midst of the duel. She didn't see herself overdo it either, as she was yet at this point where hunger overrode her basis reasoning.
Landing a hit in a grapple wasn't the issue, so she was fairly confident she would bite in. Especially if Mira expected that just doing shit without care about blunt trauma to her dead organs was the peak of reckless stuff she could think off.
--- End quote ---
Mira
It wasn't easy to sink her teeth in. Mira's opponent had to expend more effort and energy to generate the necessary force without breaking her teeth in attempting to pierce the skin, but once they were inside the blood flowed simply enough. "W-What the hell?!" She felt herself weaken, for a moment, as life threatened to pour out of her and into someone else while she was already getting herself reoriented.
Here was the problem with this strategy: Mira's blood was absolutely vile. It was filled, to a vampire's senses, with otherwise imperceptible organisms that writhed and shriveled on contact, and the fluid became as ash on the tongue.
Seeing as her opponent wasn't getting any stronger, Mira had the opportunity to drive her tear her away regardless of the damage it would do to the place she was bitten, and then kick her away again.
Hibiki:
Nika
This was probably the worst decision she committed in a heat of the moment since a long while. She couldn't remember what was the previous 'worst decision' she made, of course, with the revolting taste overwhelming her palate, to the point she'd rather cleanse it with sand paper than taste anything like that again. She loosened her fangs' grip on Mira just in time to make it even easier for her to kick away the disoriented vampire.
Crashing against another parked vehicle helped her regain composure, just through enough pain to distract her away from the tongue being on metaphorical fire. If Mira had some clue about vampires, she potentially could exploit that knowledge against her. This was the least of her concerns though when clearly Mira would follow up with another attack, all she could do now was to stay on defensive in shortest term. She had inkling she was going to lose this one, but her stubborn streak told her to at least put up resistance before conceding. So she regained her footing as best as she could in face of the incoming counterattack.
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