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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Serious RP => Topic started by: Cyril on December 03, 2013, 03:34:26 AM
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"The decisions have been made. The beginning contestants have been chosen! Be flattered, you shall bless the world with entertained with your various talents and abilities.... And let the best contestant win. Now, we will call your titles."
The charming voice of a over maintained female host sounds throughout a medium sized room, filled with roughly fifteen people of various species and faces. Each head filled with its own desires, its own thoughts. And all ready for the picking. The dark gray jackal's eyes shiftily, yet slowly move around the room, wryly examining the various sizes with his normal smirk. Tensions are already rising in the air; he can feel it. Perhaps he had made the right decision, after all. He then began to notice the camera men shuffling and laughing on their own, his long eyes glancing to them and to the speaker once more. He was in the back row of the room, wearing his normal attire.
"Destructive, Victorious, Gluttonous!"
The three corresponding persons to their titles approached the front of the room at their mention. Cyrille was rather relieved to note that others received less than pleasant titles; his was unfortunately a reminder of a few wrong decisions and excellent practice. However, the air around the set held onto a rather unpleasant feel. At first, it had seemed like simple paranoia. However, as he began to examine others; judging and listening the body language like he had done millions of times, he had noticed discomfort in many of the others as well, not to mention the feel of others doing the same as he. He always knew that he wasn't too unique.
Shrugging it off, he reached into his black pea coat's pocket to grasp onto his flask, about to take a swig. Unfortunately for his swig, the announcer almost immediately called his title among three others.
"Timid, Vagrant, Thief!"
Suspicion almost immediately arose within the crowd at mention of the last two; Cyrille sighed and placed his flask back. "Zut.... Perhaps another time." He murmured to himself, rising after the other two and approaching the front while listening to those speak badly of the last two titles; although only 9 were left, they still seemed to be enough to produce a light buzzing of unsteadiness, which was only aided by attempted swig. This only a brought a smirk to Cyrille's face as he approached the other two and the host, who was holding several papers. Wearing his white die may have brought a stroke of luck.
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Sitting one of the many stands was a young, male raptor that seemed to be the most nervous compared to the rest of the audience around him. He was wearing a hoddie and a pair of jeans, but what he lacked was a pair of shoes, this was his normal outfitting, which seemed strange but most people did not judge. He watched the three openents come up as the first three titles where mentioned, they didn't seem to be all that much of a risk to him... well, not yet that is.
The raptor remained seated and waited for the next pair of names to be mentioned by the female announcer. He heard the titles being mention and nearly had a trembled enough to be noticed as he heard his own title mentioned by the announcer. Without a singal word or comment, the dinosaur stood up, slowly and quietly, before beginning to walk towards and then onto stage, being the first to join the first three competitors and the host in standing on the stage. However, unlike the others, he still felt quite wcared for some reason, he could place his claw on why he was so afraid, so he decided to do his best on ignoring it. He did this by continuously mentally saying to himself, "Pretend that you're alone..."
The raptor listened to the crowd and was actually pleased to hear that he hadn't caused a singal amount of chat in the crowd, this showed that he wasn't going to be given all that much attention compared to the others so far. If there was one thing he hated, it was too much attention, and that was mainly due to the chance too much attention can attract something unwanted. He then waited quietly for the other three titles to be announced.
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"The stench in here is unbearable" Lyzer thought to himself sitting as quietly as possible in his obviously worn hoodie. As he sat there hunched over shrouding his face with his folded hands he quietly scanned the room and thought that it was moderately sized and appeared to be pleasant, but the odor he smelled seemed to seep from the people themselves. The culmination of each persons emotions originally started as slight aroma but quickly overwhelmed the wolf as their general thoughts came together. Lyzer didn't lift his head up to look directly at his fellow contestants.
Then the announcer woman called off the first three titles of contestants causing Lyzer's ears to perk up in interest causing him to lose his train of thought. He tried to get a vibe from them but found it too difficult in such a crowd. All of the first contestants titles seemed to be of more aggressive personalities. All of the other contestants seemed to all have been dissecting them as well.
Just as he started to attune himself to the one named Victorious three more titles were called, Vagrant being one of them. He was sure that his title would mean nothing to the other contestants until the overall vibe of the room turned even more foul as he was called, though his title wasn't the only to receive such emotion. He stood there amongst Timid and Thief and wondered "What exactly did I just get myself into?" He let his mind wander as he stood there with his emotionless face staring blankly into the cameras with his hands in his pockets.
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"You guys are a team now, you'd better get used to yourselves. Or don't, it'd be good for ratings." The host chuckled, giving out papers and characteristically smiling afterwards. "There will be cameras in almost every room in your livings, of course.... And your team will be having another join after you reach your home."
Cyrille shot a look at the host, still bearing his smirk as he looked to his current two.... Teammates. Shyboy, and average.... Oh, his nose is cringing.... Interesting. He thought to himself, his hands in his pockets and playing with the flask. The concept of another teammate however, was rather daunting.
"....Your house title and rosters are on these papers. The rosters contain one person's rough biography, according to our knowledge, for your paper. You are permitted to share the information with others, but.... We don't recommend it. Anyway, first challenge is at ten am! Don't miss it!"
Cyrille grit his teeth knowing a "rough biography" was on somebody's paper. He sighed, knowing that the information was probably falsified, although he did have a questionable set of activities in his past. Whatever. His main focus was to remove himself from this room, he glanced at the paper, skipped through the descriptions of The Vagrant(the papers went in the order of Vagrant's paper to Thief, Thief to Timid, and Timid to Vagrant), and began to read at descriptions of how to get to his temporary home. He looked up at his team mates in his usual manner, almost pitying the one who had received his paper. A paper that probably described manipulative and unstable tendencies, only aided by his alcoholism and short patience; not to mention a few well played burglaries.
"Well it seems we're stuck together, now."
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Thamir seemed to grow slightly more nervous as he heard that. He wanted to be alone, not with a team. This was mainly because he didn't want to make a mistake that could cost his team's victory and their respect for him. He then looked over at his two new teammates curiously as he stood at their side. He then mumbled to himself, "Hopefully my little alliance with these guys doesn't turn rotten too soon..." He knew that would most likely end very badly in one way or another, but he couldn't see the future, so for now, he was going to have to wait and see what would happen.
A expression of worry then grew on the raptor's face as he heard the mention of rosters containing a biography of himself. He too had a few things that he did in his past that stood out immediately. Hopefully wouldn't mind that as he didn't want them questioning about it seeing how he wanted what he did in the past to remain in the past and not haunt him again. As Thamir received a paper, he read it slowly, choosing to read everything on it as he did not want to possibly miss something that was important to him.
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Lyzer lifted his hood from his head and examined his new comrades"So then it seems that I actually do have to partner up with others." Lyzer said to himself. I figured as much with titles being called in groups and all... "So... The Thief and Timid huh? I wonder why we were paired together. I guess I can see why I was paired with one called Thief but why Timid?"
He continued in thought until a paper was handed too him again halting his thoughts. The paper was apparently a short anecdotal reference guide on the raptor. He skimmed through it quickly not really studying the words there, but merely glancing upon them. "If I have a report that's this in depth about Timid I wonder how much they really know about me?" He mumbled silently knowing there were times in his life that he often made wrong decisions which led him to either run away or be exiled from place to place.
The turning his head toward Thief he saw quite the sly smile... One that he thought was sly and confident. The toward Timid only to see him buried deep within the paper handed to him. He sighed heavily and said near silently."Well then team... It seems like our fates are now intertwined." And with that statement he returned back into his hood.
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Cyrille looked to the two, "Tch, thief.... It seems that shall be following me for a time, now. I wouldn't hope the titles mean too much." The line was mostly directed at Lyzer; his hands folding the paper in half and placing it within an internal coat pocket. "And I don't personally care of you forgetting to returned a loaned pen in the 5th grade...." A smirk grew kept upon his face, watching the rest of the trio either skim or read the paper. He crossed his arms, his gaze falling upon the next groups as they were called; repeating the process several times and glancing at the cameras only occasionally. After watching a few groups exit the room and follow listed instructions, hearing almost silent comments from the Vagrant commonly, he turned over.
"For this moment." The words slid off his tongue, carried by an unfortunately floral and slightly nasal French accent. "We shall be on our way, now. It would seem we have an addition in the future, and I don't enjoy waiting." As he spoke more, Cyrille began to care noticeably less, beginning the march toward the exit, hoping with the two behind him.
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Thamir seemed to notice that Cyrillie began to act with a little bit less care for the situation that the three of them where currently in. He followed him, instantly agreeing that he should be the leader of this three man team as he seemed to trustworthy to the raptor, for now as he ignored the title that he had been placed with in this little game. Thamir then decided to ask Cyrillie after tapping him on the shoulder softly, "Excuse me... but seeing how you seemed to be the leader right now, do you have a plan on how we will win the following challenges?" in a curious and slightly hopeful tone.
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Lyzer realizing that his team had begun to walk away turned toward them and followed them at a decent distance. Having felt that he may have offended the one titled Thief in a hope to try and somewhat link with him he decided to speak up.
"Seeing how you've just been declared head I shall follow your lead for now... though I pose the same question as our raptor friend, do you have any strategies for the challenges ahead." He said in a moderately low tone searching for a significant change in the vibe as he spoke.
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(Thamir check the OOC thread please :3 Also there isn't a second i in Cyrille ^^;; )
A chuckle came from the jackal as he found the same question posed twice; he looked back to them. Perhaps he did have a tendency to place himself in a leadership position, direct action often does that to people. "For now, ah? Then it's not my problem; what happens later." He kept his crooked smirk while glancing back at the two, still walking quickly based upon directions he read(which he continued to double check occasionally) and speaking with most of his vowels connected. "Win. That's the strategy." He continued to walk for a minute, although he did continue speaking, although he attempted to separate his words more efficiently this time, only stopping for a second without looking back. Eye contact is something he avoided, eyes like his own only invoke negative feelings within others.
"Obviously if we're talking about this.... Game, strategy will be changing from challenge to challenge. Theoretically somebody on this team should be able to view most of us, and allow for their potential to be utilized; by placing one where they are most skilled or near skilled." He began walking again, still talking at his usual rate with a few soft Vs placed in places they don't belong. "I don't know who that is, yet. It could be me, it could be one of you, or it could be the other one awaiting us; either way talents must be utilized to win. Pardon my long speech, however I'll assume quiet boy back there has my letter, as I have yours; Vagrant. Unless Timid has the strangers', which is always a possibility. I'm going to assume my title was designated by my past of talking around and the biased truth of previous situations. That, combined with two who can look at what others feel can mean a deadly combination in the area of mental manipulation. However, combat will obviously prove to be difficult. I hope one of you likes chess; I sure as hell don't, and we're going to need that."
The path progressively turned into a rather stable dock, alongside what appeared to be on a lakeside. Given the lighting and a few people having casual conversations on the prestine porches of recently built homes; large living rooms with large windows outlooking the docks; the houses built on a concrete area where a lake shore would be if it wasn't fully artificial. He stopped in front of a house, looking up at its stairs.
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Thamir looked around himself curiously as he walked and listened to Cyrille speak about how they where going to be able to win each challenge. He listened closely, and rolled his eyes as he heard their strategy was to just win at first. After Cyrille had concluded, the raptor nodded and said, "Alright, that sounds good..." He didn't want to state his opinion as he did not wish to start an arguement with their new leader. However, he was thinking to himself about a few things, "What about the challenges none of us have skill? I mean, it isn't like trying your best is always going enough. And one of our teammates being nearly skilled in a certain challenge wouldn't exactly be good enough seeing how the other teams could have a heavy advantage against us if they have their whole team that is skilled in that certain challenge..." Thamir continued to think to himself about, slowly dozing off into his own train of though.
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"That was quite the speech o' captain" Lyzer proclaimed in a sarcastic manner. He didn't really expect much of plan to begin with but he was curious all the same. The plan was to win and that was all he needed because improv was one of his specialties.
As the path changed into the dock it felt as if the entire feel had changed. Open spaces always had a more hospitable vibe. The lakeside view was nice enough as well. The trio walked toward their new living accommodations and when the one leading the group stopped at the stairs Lyzer took it upon himself to be the one to open the door and walk in. "So this is where we'll be staying for a while?"
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It was silent and slow, at least that's how Kyubi felt.
''Oh, so that's it? the master plan? wonderful...''
Kyubi muttered to himself wondering if the Cap really knew how things would happen.
Following his team, he stays close not saying too much as the current feel was stale and quiet.
The path they were taking led to a building suited for more than one person.
''Oh, yes. Finally our living quarters!'' Kyubi exclaimed waiting to get to his room.
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"Captain? Heh.... Who has the need to be a thief when I can be a pirate?" He laughed before he heard a new voice, turning around as the others entered the house and then looking in.
"So, a new companion, hmmmm?" He narrowed his eyes at the other jackal, his smirk turning into a normal face. "Coming into a house, and not even introducing yourself, of course.... Such a horrid way to condone yourself. Regardless of what you think of my over simplified plan, who are you? I don't recall you coming with a title?" Then, he turned a bit away; lessening his hostility towards the new person, yet keeping his eyes on him.
"I honestly don't know what all of you expect; it's not like I was instructed on the next challenge, or anything. I'm not even a team player."
He laughed it off, hopping upon a dark brown couch after shutting the door with his foot, sitting in a relaxed manner and bringing his flask from his pocket once more, taking a rather long swig this time. "Whoever finds the dark room filled with booze, it's probably mine. Unless one of you has similar interest, or if they didn't meet the request.... But then again, it's a reality television show. Alcohol is on rating's side."
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As Thamir walked inside, he managed to hear their conversation from behind him. He decided to stick around and listen while looking back slightly to see who Cyrille was speaking to. "Wonder who that is..." He thought to himself curiously about his own question about the stranger for some time as he listened. After a few more seconds of listening, Thamir eventually decided the rest of the conversation they where having wasn't all that important or interesting, so he ignored it and walked around the living quarters a little more. He then heard the door shut behind him and heard Cyrille's voice once more, making him stop and listen again. The raptor then rolled his eyes as he heard Cyrille's statement. He then mumbled to himself, "I doubt I'll find any in my room seeing how I'm not addicted to drinking like some people..." He then resumed wandering around the living quarters, curiously looking at his surroundings as he wandered.
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Lyzer turned toward the direction of the new voice and gave the new person a stare of intrigue. After the Thief had berated the new comer on his rudeness Lyzer decided to follow up saying "I agree I do believe neither of us actually know who you are, so if you'd be so kind as to ease our minds with some sort of introduction equivalent to the one we received earlier, that would be nice." He tried to sound as hospitable as possible as not to put him on edge.
"Oh and by the way If anyone finds the room that's full training equipment you may have stumbled upon mine." Lyzer stated after Thief gave a description of his room. He decided to sit down on the stairs anticipating how the newcomer would respond to his previous question hoping to get a vibe from him.
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Feeling just barely ashamed, yet irritated at the earlier reaction he received, Kyubi introduces himself, answering the one facing him.''Oh, well I guess you guys are right. Please, I meant no harm. I am Kyubi, The Enchanter.
But honestly, I don't even really know you guys either, to be fair.''
He ponders sorting out where his room is while at the same time, questioning the attitudes of his teammates, if he felt comfortable enough to rightfully call them teammates.
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Cyrille shrugged off the doubt the others had in him; the fact they began to believe in him and then stopped was a bit annoying. However, his tendencies to be erratic didn't really convey that he was less of a hypocrite. With his flask in hand and still half full, he sat on the couch calmly while the newer character introduced theirselves.
"Vagrant is the not quiet one. Timid's obvious. My title is Thief. I'm sure we all have names, however don't know how much those two wish to use theirs. Call me Cyrille, if you can pronounce it right. If not, don't bother. I'm almost sorry for being rude towards you, but then again that's me after a quarter of liqeur so it's not fully me." He said, in the same stream as before although much more lazier now, with a few added vs where they don't belong and a stream of vowels. "Me, I should go to my room. I don't know if everybody's intending to go to sleep, but it seems like that at this rate. I don't think anybody hates you, yet."
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Thamir listened to Cyrille say his own name. He would remember it just incase there was an important moment that would require him to mention it. He then spoke softly, "I'll be in my room if you need me..." Thamir didn't wish to tell them about his own room seeing how his was most likely the quickest to get ready seeing how he didn't ask for much other than a drawing book and a few pencils. He also didn't want to be looked at as a suspicous guy due to him not want much.
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"Well then enchanter you seem to be a friendly person from what I can gather... Watch yourself." Lyzer said in a foreboding manner as he turned and walked toward his room.
When had reached his door he yelled out to the others notifying them he was going to sleep and to not disturb him. He walked into his room finding it was close enough to his original vision for it. The training equipment he requested looked brand new and he had a closet full of different blades and other bladed weapons.
After examining each one he decided to go to sleep in preparation for the challenge later
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Watch myself.... ok then, i'll keep that in mind.
*Kyubi then headed to his room and noted to his partners:
I may sometimes cook things in my lab, so if it stinks, i'm sorry. I have to practice my Alchemy somewhere safe.
Kyubi wanted to say something nice but the mood still felt slightly hostile.
*Closes Room Door*
Kyubi then thought to himself: I might want to wait a while before positively communicating.
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Taking the cue, Cyrille then approached his room quietly. He sighed, shutting his door and then flopping upon his bed. The room was dark and murky, calming to him even with tinted windows. The rest of what he did through the night was his own business, and he got up promptly from the morning with a bottle of scotch falling from his bed. Rubbing his head slightly, he changed his clothes and got up from the bed; going to the kitchen to find a note on the counter, which he peered at. It appeared to be from the television staffs, and then he remembered he was on a horrid television show. Cyrille sighed quietly, and then went on to the fridge go obtain some food before reading the note.
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Thamir did the same after a few seconds of watching Cyrille go into his room with a slightly curious feeling of what was inside of his room. He simply decided to forget about the question before going to his own room. He sat down on the bed that currently had a drawing pad and a few pencils next to it. On the dresser was a pencil sharpener. Once he crossed his legs while sitting on his bed, he began to sketch some images in the pad with a small smile on his face. Drawing was a hobby of his, but he hid it from people as he didn't want others to think he was boring and weird because he liked something that was bland and not very fun, for some people that is.
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Deciding now was good a good enough time as any Lyzer proceeded in enacting his normal morning routine. Doing several intense training exercises until his body gave him warning he was straining himself. "That's enough for now" he said satisfied with his results.
After finishing his routine he cracked his door open to slightly in order to peer out of it only to see another teammate awake as well. "He seems to be distracted" he thought to himself. Closing his door he changed into a new set of clothes keeping the tattered hoodie on though.
Walking out into the kitchen he took it upon himself to sit on the counter and just sat there without saying a word.
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KYAAAA!! OH- MMMMMMMFFFFFFFFF.....
*Kyubi shouted in pain as his herbs stabbed his hands*
Oh, maybe I should wear gloves... WOOO This one has a kick! *Puts flower in his mouth*
The smell of this flower's aloe with make the room smell.. decent.
*The Jackal headed out to the kitchen, washed his hands and made a few sandwiches*
Let's put a little this.. some of that.. and a dash of awesome, now, Taste Test!
*Kyubi silently exclaimed as he was satisfied with his lunch. He than sat outside for a bit*
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Cyrille tiredly read the note while eating what he thought to a be a mango. It being noon, he was wearing his typical indoors outfit; a maroon tanktop with olive green pants. After reading it, he placed it down with a sigh and popped back into his room to pull out a bottle of more alcohol. To him, starting the day was easy with a nice drink. He poured a glass of the dark liqueur and then looked around after a few sips. "It seems we have a challenge, today...." He placed down his glass and left the note at the center of the island counter. "It is starting within two hours. I would guess that we have an hour to be around. From what I have read, it seems this one may be within our own titled expertise; a simple capture the flag game.."
The note was typed in a prestine font, reading as such;
"Good morning, competetors!
The first day challenge has come. At 3:00pm, the teams shall assemble at the eastern field and we will then engage in the classic game of conquest.
The first team with 3 flags wins; any team who fails to obtain a flag shall be taken care of promptly in a side challenge.
Winning challenges keeps your full team within the game, and will get benefits that will be told later. Rest assured, they are very nice."
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Thamir continued to sit on his bed in his own little room, sketching away in his pad. He then asked himself, "I wonder what today's challenge is going to be..." He knew how these kind of shows worked. When you first come to compete, you don't get a break on the first day. You get a challenge immediately the day the game begins, and most of the time, the contestants don't really expect it, so they do a little sloppy on the challenge seeing how some don't expect them to be difficult. "Hopefully it won't be too hard..."] He mumbled to himself as he flipped a page to move on to a clean sheet of paper to draw on.
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"Capture the flag huh? That sounds easy enough" Lyzer said very lazily. The question he now had in his head was that of how his other teammates would react to the news and if they feel confident in their abilities.
"Hey Cyrille. I'm gonna go tell the Enchanter... or whatever his real name is...about the challenge maybe you should tell our more quiet friend, just so we're all on the same page."
He proceeded in finding the newest member first who had earlier came into the kitchen in a seeming frenzy. After finding him outside he sat down on the nearest rail and said
"So... Enchanter was it if you didn't see already we have a challenge today. It's a capture the flag challenge and it'll be starting a bit later." He said this in an emotionless tone and then stared at him to try and get a vibe from his answer.
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In an almost droning, deep voice, the Jackal responded:
Alright, i'll get ready in a few minutes then... and... just call me Silver.
*Kyubi then wanted to say his whole name but felt it was pointless*
Cap, ture, the, Flag... this might be a challenge, hopefully I don't have to slap anyone.
*The Jackal walked inside after finishing his luncn, and then 'borrowed' the lavatory*
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Cyrille nodded a bit, and went to go to the door of the room he assumed housed Thamir. "Eh, Timid! Come out, we're going to speak of the challenge." He kicked the door of the room lightly enough to create an audible noise without breaking the door, in an effort to knock. A small feeling of wry happiness, aided by his drink, came over him when he recalled that his real name had been used rather than his title. He then shook his head hearing Silver's name from his tongue. "We have such odd names, I would suppose it shows a slight diversity. Anyway, one should plan out our success method, correct?" He returned the counter, refilling his drink and then acquiring a glass of water as well before putting the bottle within the fridge. Even he knew that he shouldn't complete the first challenge fully intoxicated; although his speech was becoming a bit more fluid as he spoke. "So, what is it that makes all of you valuable....? I may say that I am quite a salesman, and an even better distraction."
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Thamir looked up from his sketch pad just as he was about to put the finishing touch into his second drawing. He then sighed before closing it and putting the pencil inside of the rings. He then set it down on a nightstand that was next to the bed. After he did that, he got off of the bed and went over to the door before opening it and leaving his room. Once he was out of the room, he closed to door behind him and walked over to the group before listening closely. He figured he would let Cyrille finish talking before asking a question about the challenge. The raptor decided to answer the jackal's question just then, "Well, I've been known to actually lie to others at times... Sometimes it turns others against each other at times..." He said with a small frown. "So, what is the challenge that we'll be doing today?" He asked in a curious tone as he looked between the members of the team, expecting one of them to give him an answer to his question.
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"Today will be capture the flag." Lyzer said as he looked toward the raptor. "Given this challenge I think my swiftness will come in hand." He thought to himself that he may have a well rounded team for the challenge and let a smirk slip out in a bit of cockiness
"I'm sure there are others in other groups that are fast as well. Does anyone have a plan as to slow other competitors?" Lyzer said as he scanned the faces before him for any sense of inspiration.
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Kyubi joined the rest of the team regarding the brief about their first challenge. As he listened, he heard the leader ask what everyone was worth, that's how it translated to him anyways. In an almost high and mighty tone he responded:
Ha! This will be easy, nothing but flat ground and running into the open. No one is risking their lives and all we have to do is work as a team.
Just as he made that final statement, he looked at the team and slightly frowned, hoping nothing bad will go wrong.
Kyubi then looked towards Cyrille and said:
Now, to answer your question. Hmm, I guess you could consider me a medic, but I can at least run for a minute or two. I don't have butterfingers and I promise I won't fall.
In that last remark Kyubi kind of laughed, meaning for it to be true but sarcastic.
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"I will slow the competition. Somebody'll have to sneak around them while I distract, and borrow their flags." Cyrille said with his usual, confident grin. "Although, it will most likely be quite a scuttle in the middle of the field once I get the teams going, so I would advise those who lack the ability to dodge eight axes to avoid the area, otherwise it will become life threatening. Once I get the teams out," He finished his glass and placed it down, "I will be counting upon the rest of you to keep our own flag safe and take the rest. I will be in the center, making sure to keep the roose going actively and try to make any flags I see slip from their owners. We need three flags by the finale; there are roughly 7 teams, based on the room of last night. Another thing, make sure not to fall around lies, it will end rather ungracefully if we fall under our own tactic." He stood up promptly; "Now, shall we go?"
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Thamir listened closely before saying, "I forgot to mention that I have a few talents in acrobatic..." Nervousness could be sensed in his voice very easily. He didn't really want to be jumping into the action so soon, even though he knew this would happen, it made him nervous either way. He didn't really seem to notice that his nervousness was actually making his scales change in color to express his emotion even more than before. This was also known as Camouflag, which was perfect for the stealthy approach.
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"You change colors? That will come in handy as well. But as Cyrille stated we must be going. So I'll take my leave and try to scope out the competition ahead of time."
With that Lyzer proceeded to don his hood and quickly vacate the area. He thought that if he could spot potential threats ahead of time he could give his team a heads up. Recon work could be thought of as one of his specialties because he didn't need to be too near a target to profile them.
"I don't have a too much time to waste running around this dock" He said too himself as he continued to look for any other competitors.
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Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, ....Noone said there would be weapons involved!
*almost panicking from Cyrille's comment about dodging axes, Kyubi holds himself though*
Well, if that's the case, It won't hurt to slap someone with a flag, eh?
Kyubi then pondered that statement, wondering if the show would already allow weapons...
Kyubi think 'not a chance' but then he also thinks, 'maybe' Cyrille wasn't being literal or serious about dodging axes.
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Cyrille laughed quietly to himself as they approached the "East Field," a small area with a few hills, which seemed to be placed artificially. Groups then seemed to form, and after a long speech which Cyrille neglected to listen to(only hearing several parts about rules; stating that there really weren't any, although it was preferred that teammates weren't killed so soon in the competition). He sat impatiently, and looked at the flags he was supposed to be stealing; they were barely larger than miniature flags. This wouldn't be a problem, for him at least. "Well, I shall begin the lotus dance in the center." He cracked his knuckles(a gesture more for luck), "Don't get hurt."
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As the raptor walked with the rest of his team, he looked around curiously at the field, scanning the terrain. If where to have a flag to bring back to there base, then he would need the route that wasn't too rugged or steepe for him to run on. However, he also didn't want a path that made it easy for is opponents to follow behind him. "Looks like the rocky terai is the way I'm going..." he mumbled to himself softly before listening to Cyrille mention a lotus danc. The raptor grew a little confused at that, but figured he shouldn't ask seeing how he wasn't going to be the one causin much noise.
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Lyzer hurried to meeting point and caught up with the rest of his team. He had unfortunately gotten in new info on the competitors. "So what exactly did I miss?" He asked turning toward his team.
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*Kyubi responded to Lyzer in a tone that seemed forgetful*
Cyrille is going in the middle of the field to 'dance'.
I don't know what that really means but he is going to be busy.
He also said, Don't get hurt.
Umm, I might stick around the high areas, like the hilltops. The flags are pretty small too.
I was expecting them to be streetlights.
*Kyubi then jogged to the front beside Cyrille and looked over*
Hey cap, I think we have a chance at getting this.
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"I know we have a chance; and if we didn't, I'd just steal one." He walked rather aggressively, and his boots kept his steps sounding loudly. "Now back up, unless you wish to hurt yourself. In fact, go work with somebody; they could use the help." Cyrille began to approach people in a nonchalant manner, saying a few complex things and rising anger. Acting as a little pest, it wasn't long until he initiated a few swings after him; which when utilizing his agility, he was able to dodge a few punches from an easily angered man. Dodging just correctly, the other man ended up punching his team mate. Combining a few hot heads with Cyrille in the center, most of the team was distracted by his cocky dodges; keeping his body rather spread out and moving fluidly, although he did end up getting a few scratches on him.
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As Cyrille did his little dance, Thamir began to sneak around the crowd of people that where trying to hit the Jackal. Of course Thamir made sure to keep quite as he knew even the slightest noise would have the ability to attract someone's attention. Attention meant he would be given away, and being given away could result in a halt in his progress, causing him to not be very good member of the team on the first day. As he snuck around, he decided to get a few swift glances at the others to see how they where progressing.
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Noticing how quickly his team decided to move Lyzer took the opportunity and decided to take on the role of the hunter. In this he planned to mark and target any points of interest to his team.
"That Cyrille is crafty and quick as well. Quite the competitor." Lyzer whispered to himself he knew he was getting distracted and began to circle the field to find a different team to pilfer from considering the one I front of him was moreover distracted. He then noticed a strong aura emanating from his south and decided to check it out
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As excited as he was, Kyubi was slightly terrified at how aggressive the other competitors were.
Nonetheless, he proceeded on around the ruckus Captain Cyrille had caused.
Kyubi was so excited that he did not pay attention to where he was walking, Kyubi reached the top of a steep hilll but failed to notice.
When he took a step forward his foot fell havily on the steep terrain vausing him to fall down the hill.
WHAA-.... Oomh, AGH, kyah,... OW, ohhhhhgh.... somebody put me in a hospital please...
Kyubi has fallen down the hill and heavilly sprained his left ankle and both wrists.
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(Tim will be MIA for a while, will deal with his char later. I will move him on as well as I can, but he won't be playing too important of a role until Tim returns.)
At the point to where he was surrounded by a full 16 players, he grinned and engaged them in his dance. A knock befell most of them, although many of the heavier opponents were able just to shrug off the hit, returning a missed hit. "Merde!" Cyrille cursed as a slash graced his left side. With a growl he launched at the nearest dagger user he could find, and managed to quickly remove him from the fight, by method of tripping him and stomping his back in. He grimaced at the rip in his tanktop, and then shrugged before realizing that most of the focus had drifted away from him. He kept his standard grin on, although noting that he no longer had all the fighters occupied; the adrenaline seemed to keep most going, while he lost about 4, possibly for them to obtain flags. As the crowd continued to fight in a confusion, he took his opportunity to search for a flag; he didn't have long.
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Thamir had finally reached one of the other team's flags. He smiled and picked it out of the ground before saying to himself, "That's one, hopefully the others got one flag too." The raptor then began his small walk to back to their own base. He looked over at Cyrille to see how he was doing. He then noticed about four of the men he was fighting had disappeared. He figured they went to go get some flags to bring back for their teams, so he was safe for now, although he was confused at why no one had even tried to snatch the flag he had just took .
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As the commotion in the center grew Lyzer took it upon himself to snatch a very poorly protected flag. The guy was just standing in front of with the flag against the wall directly behind him. He must have thought that was safe and clever enough to keep any swift hands at bay. He was wrong.
Lyzer saw through his ploy as a guard and perched himself on top of the building in which the flag was near. He then focused all his talent into being silent and slowly slid down the wall and when he was near enough he released a thick string with a very strong glue on the end and snatched the flag out quick and unnoticed. He then pulled himself back up the wall and decided to take a peak at the other players progress
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Cyrille looked around the original position of their flag, and sighed when he noticed that their flag had been taken. He shrugged off before finding a relatively small competitor holding a flag. Utilizing his abilities in reading body language, he grinned darkly and approached the competitor. "Nice flag, you have there.... It would be a shame if you got hurt, wouldn't it?" His grin exposed his naturally sharp teeth, his shady eyes and stance over the smaller one causing fear within the competitor, who then began to make a run for it. Agilely, Cyrille managed himself into the way of the opponent and ended up half pouncing upon her. After cementing his weight over her, he fluidly squirmed with her for a brief moment before clinging upon her, causing her to launch the flag up. Cyrille sighed, watching as the flag found itself to another competitor, who was standing near a less than able Silver.
Cyrille unlatched himself, quickly crawling at the competitor who then looked to the ground with a laugh, raising his foot in preparation to stomp. Taking his chance, Cyrille fluidly climbed up the opponent's stature, smirking with his legs hinged on the shoulders of his new opponent. "He shouldn't try to stomp a bug who is faster than himself, no?" With a sharp jerk of Cyrille's hips, an audible crack rose from the body of the other male, who had lost the flag to the gray jackal. As the opponent writhed in pain for a second, Cyrille hopped off and then looked down to Silver.
"Now, what is it that I should do with you, I hope you enjoyed my.... Performance." A loud horn sounded; there were two minutes left in the challenge, as the show hosts began to loudly yell through megaphones. The center crowd had dissipated; those with flags were beginning to become targets, as everyone remembered the purpose of the activity. "I will return to pick you up, perhaps after. Do not die, in mean time."
Silver nodded and groaned in his own pain, beginning to roll away from the activity to the best of his ability as Cyrille ran off, barely dodging a flying spike of what appeared to be water. Cyrille clenched his teeth; the competition became more fierce as the time began to close.
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Thamir didn't really notice that things where getting harder at the moment. However, he did eventually realize that nobody seemed to be trying to attack him or anything. He stopped walking and looked around at the others. He noticed that everybody appeared to be occupied with trying to get or steal a flag. Thamir eventually put the flag down at their base before walking back into the mess of the competition. He knew to be on edge now though as he now noticed people where getting desperate, desperate enough to cause great harm to others just to win this little game for themselves or for the rest of their team. He knew that he would have to take a flag from someone, the problem was that he didn't really wish to hurt anyone. As a alternative, he figured that he would tried to snatch a flag off of someone without there being any injury between himself and his opponent.
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After returning to base Lyzer saw that his team had acquired a flag and added then added his own to the set. The vibe of the are had grown to be very foul and he knew that it was due to a mix of anger determination and confusion brought on by his team.
Sooner or later someone would get desperate enough to try and steal the flags at his base. He had already gotten one and his team was more than capable of handling another so he became sentry to the base. He prepped the immediate area with a few traps non-lethal of course but effective all the same. Then feeling his time was used properly took up a perch and masked his presence waiting to strike an unsuspecting thief. And after a while he heard someone approach.
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Well, that was an impressive display Cyr- NNGH... but i'll take my chances from here, and thanks.
*after witnessing a strong display of fearsomeness by cyrille, Kyubi thought about how long it would ake to crawl back to his base,
so he decided to suck it up and drug it out*
Alright... *inhales through teeth* I should have my powder grass from earlier and my rose.
*Kyubi searched his pockets for the herb powder and his rose, he was hoping to use the herbs as a numbing agent and the rose for a painful adrenaline rush*
YES! now I can get back to base safely, *grabs herbs and eats them* and now for the rose...
*pulls out the rose and puts the tightest grip possible on it* .... Hhh... HHHH... RRRRRRRRRGGHH
*Kyubi springs into action almost immediately after the adrenaline rush, the herbs took a minute to work but they did their job properly, Kyubi scared a couple of contenders in the vicinity with his ''Respawn'' and he ran back to base with the limited time he had before the hebs wore off*
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Another slash befell Cyrille's top and he growled angrily. "You see what?" He angrily stomped forward, flag in tow as his eyes fell angrily upon the dagger user from before. "I believe it is time for a confiscation, and the time for me to live up to this accursed title." Dodging a magic user's flame, Cyrille grabbed the wrist of the dagger holder; utilizing it to literally climb atop of his body and push his back downward using his weight. In a quick motion, he stole the two daggers and kicked the floored opponent lightly. "You are a horrid rogue, best find a new occup-!" Cyrille felt a hard blow fall upon his back; holding the flag and daggers below him as he fell forward he growled to himself for being careless. He rolled off, although he was being trailed by several.
He began to take it comically, and then he saw a fatal blow delivered between two swordsmen. This was no longer a simple challenge; the clock was ticking, and a single minute was left. Cyrille looked back at two people who decided to tail, but he continued forward until at the front of his team's base. "Somebody take this useless piece of cloth!" Cyrille clumsily handed the flag to a partner, and then bared the stolen daggers, gritting his sharp fangs. Two on one was rather dramatic, but that was Cyrille's passion, only fueled by the elevated risks and thirty second time moment; all they had to do was hold onto their treasure.
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Thamir, who hadn't expected his partner to just suddenly hand him a flag, looked down at it for a split second before immediately noticing the two men that used to be chasing Cyrille where now go after him. Without another thought, Thamir took off towards their base with the flag in hand. He seemed to be running at an unnatural speed compared to most, but that wasn't anything to awe at as he was to busy thinking about not getting stabbed by swords or getting hit by attacks from the other opponents. This did involve a lot of dodging as a few stray attacks that would have decapitated him or injured him if he hadn't ducked or dash to the side a few times. So far, he was on the right track, even with all the issues going on around him.
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"So some unlucky thief has come and tried to take are flags" Lyzer said as he saw a very well cloaked individual creep upon his base. This would have been a clever ruse if only he needed to actually see his opponent to see his aura and this aura although damp and dimmed by some sort of magic was still clearly intent on no go as most rest of the competitors around. Lyzer stalled until the invisible person became in snatching range of his flags and at that moment pounced from his perch and landed on the user with a hand claw in his right hand aimed at his throat. "Although you were very clever in dodging my traps you must have been more cautious of the one who set them." Suddenly the magician gave Lyzer a very devious smirk as his aura changed from a mix of red and orange to black and purple. Before he could react the magician who appeared to be feline in birth had disappeared only for Lyzer to realize that the felines entire team had begun to sneak up on him and he knew he wouldn't be able to win a fight against all of them. Using all of his knowledge in combat he sparked to action lashing at any that came forward but he wouldn't last long as he was already beat.
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*Kyubi's wrist began to heal from it's sprain and his left ankle began to hurt less but it was all happening too slowly for him to be truly useful*
Agh! What am I going to do? *Kyubi began hearing fighting nearby*
That sounds like Lyzer, does he need my help?.... The most I could do is provide medical help...
*Kyubi ponders the thought of having to know one of his partners could be in trouble and he did nothing about it*
Well, let's at least see what's going on....
*Kyubi then crawls silently to Lyzer, whincing in pain every other reach*
....there's a whole bunch of em.... how did they all get here without being noticed?
*Kyubi wanted to at least think of something... my powder!*
All I need to do is throw out the powder, the rest will happen on it's own.
*Kyubi reaches in his pocket and throws out a very white and black powder*
Hhmgh... *throws powder*...Silently get away...*Kyubi crawls away trying not to get anymore involved*
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"Fifteen seconds!"
Cyrille juggled his efforts between the two competitors in the last 10 seconds, putting effort into not hurting them until he hit one in the back of the neck with the dagger's handle. A countdown struck, and the last competitor and him almost burned each other out. Hoping that his team mates could keep the flags, he continued to power struggle until a loud bell rang from the speakers, signifying the end.
"The flags all have cameras which have shut off. The last person seen to be holding them will receive a point to their team."
Cyrille dodged a final swing from the competitor, and sighed in partial relief. The competitor repeated the sigh in dismay and proceeded to wander off, the challenge being over. With three flags, it was evident that his team had won. His team was then called to a small circle of rather executive looking people.
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Thamir smiled lightly as he knew his team had one. Figuring that he didn't need the flag anymore, he decided to just stick it into the dirt of the ground they all stood on. He then went over to the others to see what they had say about them winning the game. he also had a question about the team that may have lost the match. Where they going to just be kicked out of the game or worse? He would never know unless his team lost, but he was pretty sure that they weren't going to loose anytime soon. Unless someone in their team of four made a large mistake that would cost them the game. Hopefully, that wouldn't happen. The raptor then asked once he was with his team, "Did we win?"
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"Looks like it" Lyzer said as he tried to keep his composure. He had taken a little more than a beating guarding his teams flags but he didn't feel the need to bring up his pain in their hour of victory.
Lyzer then turned to his team to see their auras slightly readjusting from that intense battle and took the opportunity to and said "It seems like we work well as a team but now more than likely the other players will be gunning for us a little more."
Lyzer then looked keenly at Kyubi and said in a sincere manner "Thanks for your help out there today. I probably would have fallen if you hadn't intervened the way you did." He then let out a deep breath in relief.
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*Looking up at Lyzer, after listening to his statement of gratitude, Kyubi responded.*
No Problem... *holding his feet in pain* I'll do whatever I can to help, and please forgive me if any got in your face.
On the Plus side, if I didn't fall, (thinking of the fall) Hahaha, If I didn't fall... I would've been here to help you fight them off.
Can you help me walk?
*Kyubi had very little 'drug powder' left, so he decided to make it count by adding some nearby plant aloe and eating it with the powder*
Things should go smoothly after We head home and my sprains can go away.
*Kyubi then used the wall to pick himself up but he couldn't walk as the pressure from holding his stand was hard enough. He then looked over at the Raptor and then the leader, and then finally back at Lyzer.*
He thought: This is my team and i'm sticking with them, No matter what!
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Cyrille walked with the normal cockiness; a careful Lyzer would see his cobalt blue aura. They approached the executives who applauded quietly, amused in their own game. Cyrille's aura began to shift towards violet, as his anger was peaked by the sight of one person.
A white lion grinned notoriously and had a slow and pompous clap.
Cyrille kept his outer dimeanor the same, and he began to place away the daggers and wryly smiled.
"So, what is our reward?"
The white lion chuckled darkly, and stood to the front of the crowd.
"A pleasure it is to meet you gentlemen, I applaud that you are seeming to take this competition serious." His words flowed smoothly; perfect English with a calm and low tone. "My name is Alexander Noel. I am the head of the company to be inherited, as well as the owner of the silver. Your reward shall be a selection at removing a competitor, and watching the first consequential competition, as well as asking me any questions you may have."
Consequential competition sounded rather grim to Cyrille, and because he knew the lion from past experience, his aura fluctuated between a deep maroon and violet quite eratically, almost mimicking a strobe. However, he kept his composure and little seemed to change from the outside. He just sighed and shook his head,
"Will I have time for a drink, beforehand?"
"Of course, of course. There will be an hour gap." Alexander said, gazing towards the rest of the team in order to answer any possible questions.
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Thamir didn't like the sound of a consequential competition for the teams that lost. He did have a question about what the consequential competitions would be like, but he decided his questions would be answered when he got the chance to witness them in his own eyes. He was sure they couldn't have been that bad. But that was what thought, not what he knew. Another thought that was in the young raptor's head was about the lion in front of him, he seemed to be a little "Evil" to him. Of course he wasn't going to just ask the lion that as he knew that would be rude, so he figured he would ask one of his teammates and see if they knew something about hi.
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"What's with this lion" Lyzer thought to himself as he slung Kyubi's arm over his shoulder to bolster him up. The lion's aura was very dim and difficult to read, but it was distinct in which it alternated from yellow to orange in a mix Lyzer saw just earlier when he thought he had trapped the magician thief. Although he figured there may have been more to it that he couldn't read in this state. It also seemed as if Cyrille had a history with him as his aura went to that of hate and disgust almost instantly.
Lyzer kept his assumptions to himself and decided to ask Cyrille about this Alexander later. He did have a question for the lion though and inquired "Me and Kyubi here aren't in the best shape is there a place where we can get medical attention?"
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I agree with Lyzer, we're gonna need some time to recover.
*Kyubi thought he would be a liability if he keeps getting hurt, he didn't know what to say about it but had hoped he wouldn't get hurt in the future*
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(Tim shall not be replying for quite a while, so I beg for pardon if this parts seems a bit domineering.)
"Ah, yes...." Alexander's green eyes fell upon Silver for a minute, before turning to one of his associates and nodding towards him. "Take the Enchanter to our hospitalization unit.... Make sure the team is notified of his condition as soon as we have determined it." With a shuffle of people, Silver was taken away by a large staff member with a shuffle of people, a silence fell upon the group for a second while Cyrille lamented the temporary loss of his team member. Cyrille then looked up the lion once more, maintaining his usual grin. His gaze was unfortunately returned, as the lion let out a smirk.
"The thief's grin; it's been quite a while." He chuckled smugly, crossing his arms for a short dialogue. "It was Cryle, wasn't it?"
Cyrille clicked his tongue and sighed quietly, "I'd assume it'd be wise, if I did not engage with a conflict towards the administrator, yet." He swallowed a bit of his pride and fed off his immediate flare of annoyance with the promise of later revenge. "You've heard it plenty of times; if you cannot pronounce it you should not try. Let us keep this rather brief, there is a nice bottle of tequila covered by my name. I shall assume that as you have created the titles, you blessed yourself with the name of Prince, once more?"
Alexander chuckled, and shook his head with a sigh at the last comment. "Still with your dreaded habit, I see. Make sure you can still walk by the beginning of the consequential game." He said, "Don't get too cocky, I do have all of the advantages.... If you try too hard you'll end up crushed." With that, he turned away, beginning to walk off with his entourage. Cyrille kicked a bit of dirt and then looked towards his team mates.
"I really need a drink."
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Thamir watched the Lion walk off, still being suspicious of his behavior. He then looked at Cyrille before hesitating slightly, wondering if this question could get him in a place he wouldn't like. The raptor figured it would fine, so he asked quietly, "Do you have a past with that guy or something?" He knew that he likely did because Cyrille seemed to know the lion, and Alexander knew Cyrille too. He chose to ask this question because he wanted to be sure. Usually, in his eyes, when someone has a past with someone else, and they don't seem to take much liking into each other, there would be a average chance that the one with more power and other things on his side will eventually strike. So he figured he should know just in case he felt as if he should warn the leader of their team.
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"I agree it does seem as if you know that lion" Lyzer said inquisitively "I'm sure any info on that particular person would help the team" he said to further justify his questioning. He wanted to know but didn't want to spark up the anger in Cyrille's heart at the same time so he was intrigued as to where his vibe would sway and looked toward him for a response
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Cyrille's gaze fell from the back of the lion towards his teammates, his calm demeanor becoming a bit more accurate by the second. "Let us walk back, there's apparently only an hour." Cyrille began to walk in what he was pretty sure was the direction to their homes. "I'll give a brief explanation, that'll probably end up in me rambling on, and on.... I warn you that, because he technically has cameras bugged everywhere, there's only so much I'll leak, and some of it is probably not correct; there are a lot of holes, now where do I begin...? Let's just say, that most of the competitors have far out abilities. This is quite relevant, because Alexandre Noel, the Prince, no doubtedly he has titled himself, possesses the basic mind control ability. Needless to say, this ability has turned him into somewhat of a self justified sociopath who believes he is doing well, by accelerating the deaths of many people with similar abilities. Magicians, heavy warriors, et cetera. That's the part that should interest you both, no?
But the reason why I know him, is because on his way to becoming a rich power well by using his powers to persuade millionaires to invest, I happened to, borrow, some of the funds. Of course he didn't find out for quite the time, and by the time he did.... Let me just say by trying to indirectly attack me he ended up wounding himself, rather than getting me. By the time he actually had a mind grip on me, there wasn't actually much he could do; the funds were.... Gone. I destroyed him rather well, that time. You see, it seems his control only works with people he's able to see while he wishes to use it." He looked back, already mostly home and let his narrow eyes fall upon his teammates, stopping for a second to let some of the information sink in. "Which means that, because he has this surveillance, we're all vulnerable. " He decided to take a break; his accent and slurring was biting at him once more.
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Thamir listened closely to his words. As soon as he mentioned the first negative thing about Alexander, he immediately felt worry in his mind. Alexander didn't sound like someone he would want to cross paths with at all. Nor did he sound like someone he could trust. He felt like this because when Cyrille mentioned the lion's ability to use mind control, he instantly knew that he likely used that against people he hadn't taken a liking into. He then felt that worry turn into a small amount of fear when Cyrille mentioned that the lion is always watching, so they were vulnerable because of that. The raptor decided to ask no more questions because he knew that if he chose to ask a question now, they would be watched by the prince.
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Lyzer finished processing the words of his teammate and returned a reply in a cautious tone "I knew this game was twisted and with this explanation I can see as to why. This knowledge also gives me worry that our team will be targeted behind the scenes if that lion is the revenge type. But for now I think keeping talk of the 'prince', as you have named him, to a minimum is best for business."
Lyzer then at that moment was reminded of his wounds and urged the team to enter the house.
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He shook his head, "Don't fall into the titles. Just call him Alexander, as he's introduced. The prince part is another part of the past; something between him and I." He walked into the house, and almost immediately found himself in the bar within his room, removing a bottle of dark tequila and proceeding to have himself a nice glass. "Where is the other jackal when you need him?" He sighed under his breath, remembering his cuts. After finishing his glass and pouring another, he removed the top and sighed, going to get a cobalt blue one from his room and placing a thick leather coat over it, changing his dice to the maroon matching what he just removed. His vision was a bit more hazy, yet his steps were normal as he felt the satisfying buzz set in; most of his .75L bottle gone, already.
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Thamir was tempted to ask what happened that made the title of "prince" be removed from Alexander's name. However, he chose not too, remembering that Cyrille told him that they were always vulnerable. He watched him drink, wondering to himself what was going to happen to the other teams. He also couldn't get the question about Cyrille and his drinking, he wodnered how was it that the Jackal was able to consume so much liquor and alcohol without feeling some kind of dizziness or nausea. He then decided to ask as he figured the question wasn't going to be to important of a topic, so he asked while looking between the .75 liter bottle and the jackal "Hey Cyrille, how is it that you drink so much that you don't feel nausea?"
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Lyzer proceeded to his room and grabbed a set of his heavy bandages for his cuts. He realized he didn't have any alcohol to clean his wounds with and decided to ask Cyrille if he had any extra only to hear Thamir ask about Cyrille's drinking habits.
Lyzer found Thamir's question comical yet still he was intrigued to know as well. Stopping his stride to see the answer or dodge of the question. While he waited to see Cyrille's response he would wrap himself in the bandages he had already grabbed from his room. "So... I wanna know the answer as well. How can you drink so much?"
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(Somebody should post anything in the OOC so I can without dealing with things, got some things to say about the direction this is going in)
Cyrille looked to the two and placed down his bottle with a sigh, looking towards Lyzer for a moment and then finishing his tequila bottle with a final swig. He then looked around the two and laughed quietly, shuddering slightly and then showing the two the label of the bottle, "this is anejo tequila. Rather than drinking a purer and clearer blanco, I went with the dark one. And, it only looks like it's a lot, because the bottle is much larger than it is wider." He then placed down the empty bottle and looked to the two, the buzz beginning to creep up behind him as he smiled a bit, taking a casual lean to the counter. "I guess, it was only a while before that question was asked, it's mostly experience." He reclaimed his empty glass from the counter and then moved to the faucet to drink a few glasses of water systematically, although his hands got a bit clumsy after the third glass of water. "Perhaps, it is time for us to get towards the challenge?"
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"Oh, alright." Thamir said in response to Cyrille's explanation of why he could drink so much without feeling sick. He didn't really have a drinking habit at all, so he didn't show too much interest in this, but when he had a question, he already put more than half of his interest in what he is asking, so he listened to Cyrille of course. He then watched Cyrille get the glass of water, a little afraid he would drop the glass cup and make shards of glass go everywhere due to him being clumsy with his grip. He then said after nodding to Cyrille's question about the challenge, "I guess we should." He didn't like these challenges too much seeing how he could be perfectly fine the first second before dying immediately after that second is over. However, he wasn't going to complain and let it affect how he competed in the challenges as he knew that would make him seem like a bad person to both his teammates and the audience that was watching this show, likely on the edge of there seats to see who would meet their demise next. It could also get him killed if he let it affect him in a challenge.
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Feeling somewhat unsatisfied with the nonchalant answer Lyzer finished up rolling the bandages on himself and declared "Well I'm just about ready to go I'm just gonna grab something to eat to go." He began to pilfer through the refrigerator in search of something that would be good as travel food and picked out an apple. "Alright if you two are ready then let's head out." He said in a slightly more serious turn because he was imagining what this secondary challenge could possibly be. He then slowly started toward the door and walked out to wait for the rest of the team to join him.
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In a rather toony fashion, Cyrille approached the fridge and took out a fairly sized section of white cheese after seeing Lyzer do the same with an apple. He then proceeded out of the door, looking towards the overcast sky. He stopped for a second, just to make sure his coat was on, and began to eat at the cheese as he walked out. His steps were a bit less confident, although not much else changed except for a lighter bearing. "I don't really understand if they had told us where the challenge is, so I believe it may be at the spot of the last one. It wouldn't be too strange." The heavy indicator of intoxication was obviously his speech; his accent flowed heavily and he paused very often in order to remember words, deciding that he would just say the next closest things to what he was trying to translate from thought. He began to walk in the direction he recalled as being the path towards the last challenge.
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Thamir thought to himself about Cyrille's statement before saying, "You're right, they didn't really tell us where to go, proving your statement even further." He seemed to lost some of his timidness towards his team and began to become more opened to them, meaning he would be talking a little more without any sort of hesitation. However, he still kept in mind that Alexander likely had eyes everywhere in this place, so he was still going to watch what he said around his team.
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Lyzer casually strolled alongside his partners and began to ponder if leaving their hospitalized teammate with that lion person was the best idea, and ultimately came to the conclusion that it was indeed considering he was somewhat the medic and it would be difficult for him to heal himself. As he pondered this he realized he wasn't paying attention to the dialogue going on around him and decided to ask "Umm.. so where exactly are we headed, because truth be told I wasn't listening."
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"I assumed we'd just need to return, and that's what I am doing." A less than sober Cyrille said as they reached the hill area, grumbling slightly in displeasure. "So many damn hills." He noticed as a bit of drizzle began to fall; he didn't even notice the sky was gray, beforehand. He looked back to the spot where they met the lion; two of his companions stood aside three stone chairs, which Cyrille then took the time to laugh at, rather obnoxiously. "Three stone thrones overlooking the-"
He found himself interrupted.
"Silence, drunkard! The time for the consequential challenge has begun, and this is little to laugh at." Alexander spoke in a commanding manner, leaving Cyrille with an annoyed demeanor, "In front, we have six players, chosen by the teams they've failed to fight it out in an old style-"
"Shut your mouth." Cyrille crossed his arms rather impudently, "We know you want to watch them kill each other, so let's just get it over with."
He walked off to take his seat, showing an immature rage at being called a drunkard, while Alexander shook his head with a wry smile of partial amusement. Cyrille then began to spark a conversation with an assistant of Alexander's, a brown hyena with golden eyes placed to the left of the stone chair, the furthest left where Cyrille took a seat in a rather luxurious manner. It didn't seem as if the companions intended to leave, so Cyrille kept chatting with the rather closed off hyena, drawing more of a response each time.
"Silver tongue, hmm?" Alexander then looked to the rest of the team, "It appears you shall take some time to sit, if you would like. I have some important manners to attend to. Enjoy the show.... Also, make sure the drunkard doesn't hurt himself. Those are my two best guardsmen, it'd be a shame if the thief falls so soon." His voice held a more stern tone as he watched Cyrille, a sharp look from his violet eyes meeting Cyrille's once(while he bore an equally insulting smirk), before walking off and leaving Lyzer and Thamir.
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Thamir followed his team to the area of which they were going to watch the consequential challenge begin. Of course, he was reluctant to even sit down and watch the challenge happen, but he knew that he probably wasn't going to be allowed to leave without him missing something important. Once he was at the area with the others, he looked down at the stone chairs. He then thought to himself, "For a challenge that probably had a lot of money in it, I would have expected them to be able to buy some things that don't look like they're from the stone-age..." He then sat down in one of the chairs. At his right was a female dragon. The young raptor looked over at her before immediately looking away when he saw her eyes shift over to look right into his own. He them immediately went silent, not sure what to say to the female dragon at the moment.
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As he teammates had done before him he followed suit taking a seat at one of the chairs I front him. The thought of having to fight a real person to the death for no other reason than acceptance made Lyzer cringe. Suddenly the vibe around him changed and he saw that the contestants were all having different reactions to the contest itself some had deep green auras signifying fear while others had a mid-red color of anger and some even were sporadic blues of just sadness. This contest had to be taking their toll on the players to make such a mix of emotion.
As he sat their emotionless himself Lyzer watched the first two go at it one slinging whips of flame the other with blade and great-shield in hand charging at each other. The began to lash at each other drawing blood and burning each other heavily. All Lyzer could think was a simple thing "This can't be worth it."
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Geez, the competition isn't showing any mercy. I feel like i'm back at Medic Training, hahaha.
I have to remember to only get close on an easy opening.
*Kyubi nervously pondered what type of enemy he would have to fight*
He began to doubt his ability to survive considering how he was easily disabled during the First Challenge.
Kyubi wanted to believe he would get someone reasonable to fight, but just by looking outside, he knew there was no such thing as reasonable.
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(Pardon me while I play Kyubi for a minute, I apologize for overreaching.)
Cyrille's conversation with the hyena began to become a bit more slurred, as his drinks only took a larger effect upon his speech and personal filters. Eventually, his conversation took a look on abilities. "So, what is it you are able to do that keeps you around? No doubt Alexander wouldn't have you around without a use; besides to look pretty, anyway." The blatant compliment drew a bit of laughter, and then hyena looked away for a second.
"I'm geokinetic. Basically, I can do things with rock."The hyena nodded at the stone seating, and then silenced himself as Alexander approached rather confident.
"I would take your eyes off my assistant, and place them upon the field." His words flowed with his eyes locked upon Cyrille, who recklessly smirked and exhaled pompously. Alexander looked away, bearing his condescending smirk. "It seems your teammate has made a decision or two that have led him into quite the situation. I'd say it's a miracle he's standing."
Cyrille looked down to the field; and although his vision wasn't the best he was annoyed to see Kyubi on field. A hostile growl came from him as he drunkenly attempted to stand up, "We won the last challenge, he should not be on the field." Cyrille found himself stumbling back into his seat, with a slight daze after a slight movement from the hyena. Cyrille looked to Alexander, who had a notorious grin, "My team will not stand for this."
"He must pay for his healthcare, now watch." Alexander looked towards the field. "The battle is beginning."
The golden jackal's opponent was a tiger with a large battleaxe. Cyrille cringed at the obvious weighing of the battle, and sighed to a teammate lost as he watched a weapon and armor bare herbalist combat with a heavy warrior. It was probably something he could handle, but Kyubi; the one who had hurt himself in a clumsy accident on the first challenge?
Alexander wore a deep grin, his arms crossed and stance tall aside of the people as he watched the battle. Due to Kyubi's lack of armor, he did rather well and pulled an underdog battle. Although very light in terms of combat, Kyubi's medic knowledge came to his aid in battle through strategic distractions against his brute opponent, solidified by two small blasts to the back of the tiger's knees. Effectively, the armor was easily gone through due to the energy properties. Rather tired from the game of cat and mouse, the tiger kneeled and panted quietly. Kyubi stood ahead of him, looking down. His eyes held a tint of violet, while Alexander mumbled under his breath.
The Enchanter looked down to the Brute; his mind poisoned by the grip of the Prince. With a jutted heel and a swift arm, the large battleaxe was reclaimed by the Enchanter. Without a word or a pause, the large battleaxe was replaced in the head of its owner with an overhead motion. The Prince released the Enchanter, and smirked; proud of the prowess he induced. The tint vanished from the eyes of the Enchanter, which were locked on the morbid sight of his victim's fate.
Cyrille sighed, and looked to Alexander; his eyes peering at his stance while he mumbled under his breath, "You have become quite dangerous."
Alexander then looked to the team, "When you find yourselves content, you are dismissed. Silver shall be joining you all soon, I shall leave my assistants here to help you with him. Your impeding thief will require help to return, tell the idiot to drink less in the future."
Cyrille rolled his eyes, mumbling more to himself and looking to the hyena assistant, starting to talk quietly about the assistant's abilities while he left the rest of the team to process what they have seen. Alexander bitterly looked at the pair conversing, mumbled something, and then walked off.
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(Sorry for the late post.)
Thamir stopped talking to the dragon sitting next to him before watching the match in the arena, eyes locked on what was happening. He then saw his teammates opponent and frowned. The odds seemed to be completely against Kyubi in the raptor's eyes. He then saw the tiger with the battle axe fall and Kyubi standing above him with the battle axe in hand. He felt relief as he saw his ally had won, but he also felt a little bit of sadness that he was more than willing to kill his opponent. Thamir likely felt worried because he was no killer, and he rarely saw death. Whenever he did see someone die, it would make him feel a knot in his chest. He looked over at Cyrille and saw him speaking with Alexander. He decided he would ask him about what they were talking about later. Right now, he decided to try and get his mind off of what he just saw happen in the arena by speaking to the girl next him.
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"What is this..." Lyzer thought too himself after seeing his teammate on the field after just being injured. Even though he won his fight the fact that he was out there was outrageous and it got Lyzer's blood to boil. His sudden increase in emotion shrouded his vision in red and made it difficult to focus. "I need to get a grip and figure out what the hell is going on" after calming himself he got up to go talk to Cyrille about what just happened. Although he wasn't sure what kind of reaction he'd get considering his vision was still a bit hazy.
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*Released from control* I, uhhh... where?....
*After realizing where he was, Kyubi almost freaked out at what he saw in front of him. A Giant lifeless tiger with an axe in his skull*
...*taking a moment to understand where he is* WHA- Ohhhh... NO-no-no-no-no-no!!!!
I cant-.... I didn't-.....*He dropped to his knees about to cry, believing he had brutally killed the tiger*
Where was I when this happened? my mind, I couldn't have... *looks over at the tiger* The blood... all of it, made by me.
*Kyubi got on one knee and slowly stood up* There is no way I can do this... I didn't kill him.. but I have to, get, over it.
Death happens. *Kyubi began shuddering, slowly fearing his own body and mind*
All I need is a rest and refocusing.... Thamir! I can talk to Themir!
*With the crowd roaring inn the background Kyubi could barely hear himself think or talk, but he knew what he was saying*
*Kyubi then sprinted out of the coliseum and into the back rooms where the fighters waited*
I HAVE to get out of here!
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Cyrille's conversation continued with the hyena, whose golden eyes had a similar violet tint within their iris. Catching glimpse of this, the Thief's grin returned to his face while he brought his eyes into direct contact with Christopher, the hyena. "Alexander has required you to stay with my team until I have been returned to the home, correct?" Cyrille's hand played with the die hanging from his neck, and he waited for the response from Christopher.
"Yeah, I am. What about it? Judging from you earlier, walking won't be easy for you. I wonder how you even ta-"
"You would be ideal for some information, then.... So, what is he holding over you, besides your usefulness?"
Cyrille sat up, and legitimately tried to stand up on his own for a brief second. Christopher sighed and caught him on a stumble, supporting his weight easily only for Cyrille to worm himself and lean against the large stone chair.
"'Guess somebody like you wouldn't get what he's got on me." Christopher looked to Cyrille with a smirk, while Cyrille listened and then looked to Lyzer and Thamir.
"We will need to speak of this, later.... I believe for now, I have a few things to take care of, although you'll probably find me on the couch before you get back. If I were you, I'd chat with Kyubi." Cyrille's drunken gaze fell upon Thamir. "Quiet ones often listen and sympathize very well.... Lyzer, make sure they do no't get lost.. I'm going to go find a restaurant, or something.... I'm quite famished." He laughed to himself in amusement, waving a dismissal at the two and then looking to a Christopher. Within a few statements, the violet hue within Christopher's eyes receded and was replaced by their normal gold.
Although Christopher and Cyrille began to chat on their own, voiding most things around them until Cyrille found his coordination well enough to walk once more, it was quite notable that the pair was knowingly watched by Alexander; who was less than 10m away. Soon they walked off, in a similar direction to the group's home, while Alexander walked back to the three crude seats, a sheathed and quite thin sword at his side.
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Thamir watched Kyubi freak out in the arena. He sighed, knowing that Kyubi wasn't going to just forget this the next day. Thamir looked over at the dragon, but she wasn't there anymore. He felt a small wave of surprise wash over him before he began to look around for her, wondering where she possibly could have went. Eventually, he decided she had left and decided to keep watching Kyubi, hoping that he would be able to get out of there so he could as him a few questions about the fight in the arena.
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Lyzer watched the chaotic battles ensue in the arena and saw all of the hate and energy boiled up within each contestant flare out in desperation and malicious intent. What could be so worth it that these people would abandon all feelings of life and become murderous weapons against each other? "I can't stand here and watch this anymore." Lyzer said as he turned around and began to walk away. Whilst in mid stride he stopped and turned toward Thamir and told him "If anything happens to Kyubi I'd appreciate it if you gave me a call... I do owe the guy my life and I will not see him fall. All you have to do is give a holler and I'll be there." And on that note Lyzer continued his stride and began to pick up pace into an eventual run. The feeling of the wind in his face was soothing and he thought meditation on a far off roof would subdue his emotions. And before long he had left the scene entirely.
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All I need is a good swim and some food. *Just the thought of a good meal eased Kyubi's mind*
*So unfocused on where he was going he bumped into a wall* ow.... Oh, yes! The exit!
*Kyubi is trying to remain as calm as possible, but his emotions keep him from being more than stable*
A Swim, a deep swim and some food. Where is Thamir and Lyzer? Where is the team?!
....Uunhhhh, *sobbing* Maybe I should go make medicines.. and stuff..
*Just then his palms got a light burning sensation*Ah, feels like I slapped a wall.
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Alexander walked over to the seats, taking the middle one which had been Lyzer's seat. Looking over to Thamr, Alexander spoke rather regally. "The lighter jackal's debt is paid. He has no need to continue the session if he does not wish to. However, I warn you for your group that things are going to be picking up quite quickly, now." The lion's gaze fell upon his rather barbarian coliseum while he spoke, the sword to the floor on his right. "And it would be a tragedy if your team would fail simply due to a lack of valor." His violet gaze fell upon Kyubi, who had been approaching with tears in his eyes and quite emotionally torn. Knowing that although there'd be little memory of Alexander since the rest of the team saw his men take Kyubi, Alexander stood; grabbing his item and looking back at Thamir for a second of eye contact. "What ever your team may do, make sure it is not stupid. And remember," He turned his back and stood for a second, "Be wary to who you place your trust in.." He walked past Kyubi, a nod towards him and probably an amount of instinctual paranoia were induced, due to subconscious memory. "Good luck."
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Thamir was tempted to look right back at Alexander in the eyes when he looked over at him for the first time, but he went against it because he was still focused on Kyubi and his actions. He wanted to say something in response, but he had a feeling that he shouldn't because he didn't wish to be manipulated. Alexander's statement about trust did make the raptor's mind ponder with questions, causing him to ask himself, "Why should I watch who I put my trust in when it comes to a game like this?" After he asked himself his own question, he looked over at Kyubi before asking in a concerned tone, "Are you alright?"
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Lyzer sat off in the distance clearing his mind in his usual fashion that somewhat resembled meditation. His closed eyes began to squint in a small rage as he remembered exactly why he was angry but his resolve finally cleared through it. He had hoped that when he did get angry his markings didn't show, as they tended to do whenever he got angry.
He had sat there and came up with his own policy for how he would react to what he had learned today. "If this game is to be so merciless then I guess I should be just as merciless... I guess it's time that I learned this game is fight to kill and kill to win"
With his mind clear as crystal he leapt down from his perch and began to walk back toward the team house
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After becoming tired from running so much, Kyubi then locked eyes with his raptor friend, Thamir. (Forgot for some reason XP)
I think i'll be ok Thamir, but it just doesn't feel right. I feel like a part of my mind disappeared. And my hands sting, it feels like I had a jellyfish in my hands. What's worse is i'm a little paranoid and scared, and I don't know how to handle that.
I'm not asking for much, just someone to talk to.
*Kyubi wipes a few tears from his hot, flushed muzzle*
I guesss we should go home *Kyubi hugs Thamir and begins walking towards the base*
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Cyrille began to take a notice to the chilling weather. Although it was expected due to the nearby mass of water, he gripped his cold and wasn't surprised to find a light drizzle from the sky. In combination with time passed, he eventually sobered up and ended up ditching Chris. With his boots muddy and a tired expression, he gripped the same die in his hand and returned to the group's home alone. Entering through the back door(although removing his boots, as not to leave a muddy trail), he looked at the die; taken a gold color with a deep violet center. Looking around to whoever was in there, he said nothing and went to his room quietly; obtaining another bottle of liquor. Reusing the glass from earlier, he sat at the counter and gripped his head slightly as he filled a glass of brandy with a small bit of tonic water.
"Has Lyzer returned yet?" He didn't bother to look around much, his eyes more focused on the bitter drink a front of him and huffing a bit of air. "I need a conversation with him, preferably after another drink."
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THamir was surprised at the sudden hug from Kyubi. He watched him walk off before looking up into the sky after feeling a drop of water hit his arm. He realized it began to rain, so he figured ti would be best to head back inside. He turned and walked his way back to his team's temporary home. Of course, as soon as he did get back into the structure, he figured he should ask Kybui a question about why he seemed so opened to killing his opponent before breaking down into tears in the arena.
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The weather had become rather annoying on Lyzer's trip home but he did enjoy rain very much. He considered a very helpful tool for various reasons and he took a second just to bask in it then realizing he was still prone to illness decided it was best to continue on his way. In no time at all he reached the home and proceeded to enter. His fur was only a little damp so he saw no reason to immediately dry himself off.
"I'm back" he announced in a volume just loud enough for anyone inside to hear him. He only felt one aura inside at the moment but lacked the need to even attempt to figure who it may have been. Walking to his room he opened his closet and pulled out one of his blades and began to sharpen it on a special whetstone. "I guess I actually will have to use you in upcoming trials" he whispered to himself. "I didn't think I would need to use such a tool"
A while into sharpening his blade lightning flashed and thunder shook the area which made Lyzer smirk a little.
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*Looking upwards towards the sky, Kyubi could feel the rain pattering on his eyes and muzzle*
Finally something to relax me. Im actually smiling at the rain for once, I remember when it would ruin my work.
*The earlier lightning flash barely bothered Kyubi, he proceeded to the base and became pretty wet*
Gah, now I gotta dry off and clean my paws... *Shakes the water off, remains wet but close to damp*
*Opening the door, before entering he watched Thamir walk near the base and decided to hold it open for him*
Come on in, don't need anyone left in the lightning. Hate for a useful partner to get disabled.
*Although his voice now seemed calm, Kyubi knew it was temporary until his next battle*
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Cyrille listened to the returning signal and sighed; turns out he was talking to no one beforehand. He felt rather silly for a moment, and then finished a second drink before he looked to the room Lyzer walked into, his wry expression not changing much while he held a glass of water. Opening the door and wincing due to the loud noise of the grinder, he looked in bleakly at Lyzer. "Yo...." He looked to him, "I need to share a word with you, it's quite important about the next few days.... I have something that I need to do, and it's definitely going to involve the rest of you. But with the other drama, and you being the more natural leader figure; I shall request that you would lead the team through the next.... Well, if all goes well you shouldn't have to worry of it." His eyes then fell, his stomach grumbling slightly as he looked to Lyzer for a reply.
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Thamir smiled lightly when cage saw Kyubi holding the door open for him. He walked inside before turning his had in his direction and saying, "Thanks." He figured that there wasn't much more for him to do, so he began to go to his room with the idea to start drawing in his notepad.
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After hearing Cyrille's request Lyzer stopped the sharpening of his blade cleaned it off and examined it for flaws. He then slowly placed it down on to a cover and looked up at Cyrille and said to him in a flat tone "If what you must do is so important that you actually came and asked me to take a commanding role, then what your going to be doing must be quite difficult and by the sound of it dangerous." Lyzer paused for a spell to consider the proposition and then gave his answer. "I'll lead us through the next challenge, but If any part of your plan goes south you have to let me know so I can make adjustments. I believe that's reasonable" after he finished speaking he stood up to put his blade away in his closet. And then looked back at Cyrille.
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*After Thamir enters the House Kyubi closes the door* Hhhhhh, I feel.. I don't know, maybe I should eat.
*Kyubi walks through the main room, hearing his shoes knock on the floor* And now for the medicine.
*Kyubi takes his shoes off and enters his room, then going into the Alchemy Room, Kyubi grabs a Sour Flower to eat*
Mmm, my stomach feels, terrible. This should certainly help.
*Kyubi walks out of the Lab, exits his room and closes his door...Kyubi knocks on Thamir's door*
Thamir? Sorry to bother you but would it be okay if we talked. It doesn't matter where but i'll be lying on the couch waiting for you though. And if it's your preference we could talk somewhere outside or secluded.
*Kyubi walks to the main room, eating the Sour Flower, and lays on the couch, holding his tail close to him*
Why... why did it h-h-happen....
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While listening to Lyzer, Cyrille soon gripped his stomach and made a gesture for Lyzer to wait a second before his response. Quickly following this, he made a hurried walk past the kitchen counter(grabbing his bottle of brandy, of course). He continued to the nearest bathroom, mostly shutting the door with a gesture of his booted foot and kneeling affront of the toilet. Proceeding to complete the ritualistic purge of liquor from his stomach, leaving a mucky teal slop in the toilet which he quickly flushed down. He took his same glass, filling it with tap water which he used to rinse his mouth out, spitting a blue tinted saliva into the toilet and pouring another glass of brandy. Bottle in hand, he walked back the short distance to Lyzer's doorway.
"Woah, quite better. I apologize!" He laughed briefly, taking an elongated sip from his glass before continuing himself. Leaning his side on a wall, "You shall most definitely know if by any chance my action does not succeed." He began to look around, peering his eyes and keeping his hand upon the wall. "You wouldn't have a clue as to where your camera's microphone is hidden, would you? With the money shot of me vomiting I have given them, I do not believe Alexandre would honestly have the need of the next few details recorded. I would look near the center, if I were you. Then again, this doorway is quite suspicious...."
He began to feel along the back frame of the door after placing his bottle and glass upon the floor, looking closely. "Do help me find this, now. Or at least look around and tell me if you find it."
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Thamir looked up from his drawing pad in order to show that he was listening to Kyubi. With a nod, he said in response, [green'"Alright, I see you soon."[/color] with that said, Thamir began to put the finishing touches on his drawing before flipping the drawing pad to its cover and sliding the pencil into the rings that held all of the pages together. After that, he opened the door before leaving his room and walking to where Kyubi said he would be outside. He walked over to him before noticing that he wasn't exactly in the best mood, so he asked with a concerned look in his eyes, "I know that the whole thing that happened in the arena is bothering you, so...can you tell me what happened that pushed you to do it?"
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I guess they didn't dig too deep into my history then." Lyzer said cryptically with sly smile across his face. "I do have one more ability besides my speed and my ability to read aura." He then puts up his finger in front of his mouth in the typical "be silent" manner. Lyzer's body begins to glow a little and he whispers "This should work." His glow begins to brighten and then suddenly engulfs the room in a small flash that immediately dissipates.
Returning to a normal voice Lyzer says "Now that I've done that I should explain that I have control over electricity and that what I have just released is an EMP that should destroy or disable any equipment in the immediate area for a while. My apologies if the wave affected you but I'd rather keep such an ability on the hush if you know what I mean. Downside to it is that after I use a lot of that energy I can become pretty spent. So I use it in moderation." Looking out the window Lyzer then says "Now that I've gotten rid of any bugs in the room you can speak freely until they come and refix the place."
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That's what's bothering me, It didn't feel like I did it. I felt different after I 'woke up'.
I just don't know what happened... It's not like me to just kill somebody...
I like to show mercy or let them slowly suffer and die... I don't kill others without good reason.
Just wish I knew what happened.
*Looking over his shoulder towards Thamir*
You're a soft soul, right? You wouldn't kill anyone without good reason. I can tell, you're so quiet and docile.
*Kyubi then places one paw over the couch and makes himself sit up... Kyubi then asks Thamir:*
What did you see?
*Waiting silently and patiently for his response*
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"The hero's hidden blade conveniently comes out after I vomit," Cyrille said with a sarcastic grin. He then proceeded to slide down the wall and sit on the floor beside Lyzer's door, looking up to him and continuing his talk. "It's not as Alexander doesn't fully know what I intend, however it's also not something he'd expect me to do so abruptly." He continued careful sips of his drink, developing the drunkard sway. "He knows that I am up to something, ever since I took a fair amount of information from his hyena tool. But, as I am sure you have taken a noticing, a bit of implication makes him feel as if my intentions are a bit more.... Lewd." Cyrille then laughs for a minute at his ploy, albeit stopping this laugh when he notices Lyzer's serious disposition.
"In continuation;" He shifts a bit and looks to Lyzer more seriously, "I'm going into Alexander's location and fixing something I should have a while ago. Now part of me would ask for help, but it's more cliche and heroic if I go alone. Not to mention stupid and prideful, but it is something that I either succeed and obtain a fair amount of cash and finish my goal, or I die." He chuckles, refilling his empty glass once more and coughing for a second before finishing another sip. "But by doing it alone, I don't have to deal with anyone getting hurt because of my shortcomings, and I don't have to deal with them potentially holding me back."
"I know it's stupid, but I've been at this game for a while, now. Alexander won't back down from a challenge." He sighs and places down his glass, "And it's only fitting that I, the old companion, fulfill the cliche and take him down."
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Thamir frowned lightly as he knew that his explanation of what he saw wasn't going to answer much for him. He then said "You're right...I didn't really expect someone like you to kill someone without a second thought." The raptor paused for a moment as he tried to think of what to say before continuing,"What I saw was you fighting the with you're opponent. After some time, you managed to steal his axe from him before just...killing him. You didn't really seem like you were saddened by what you did until a few seconds later, as if you hadn't notice what you did until then. Is that what you meant by "woke up"?"
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Lyzer looks at Cyrille with a bit of apprehension then sighs and says "This all sounds extremely risky but it seems you have this all mapped out in your head... If there is anything I could do to make your life any easier I'm happy to oblige, I could-." In mid sentence he stopped and turned his head toward a seemingly empty wall and states "It seems our time being anonymous is up... The devices are coming back online"
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Yes! Yes, Thamir. That is exactly what I mean! *In a bit of joy, Kyubi looks at Thamir with a facial expression of happy empathy and being understood*
It really wasn't me down there, mentally. You understand now, so do you know what happened?
I think.... I know what happened... I was poisoned, or tricked. Yeah, it was an illusion! A real, bleeding, illusion....
what do you think, Thamir?
*Kyubi stands up looking low towards Thamir, Kyubi has thoughts going through his head*
Ummm, can you carry other furs? I have been wondering that for a while...
and I know we don't talk much, but you have been very helpful and nice in listening...
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"I thank you for preparing in the event of my failure." The jackal picks up his glass; looking to Lyzer once more. "Perhaps I will share with the rest of you some information in the event of my success; my odds are rather well, even if they are aware I'm plotting." With a nod, he then walks off; unsure of whether or not the conversation was totally finished but not fully caring due to his inebriation.
The jackal walks to the island counter rather carelessly; glass and bottle in hand, and carefully drinks another glass of water before he puts down his glass and looks to the other teammates in the room, not yet giving a vocal cue but listening to the best of his ability while drinking his water. He looks at the mostly finished bottle in wry disappointment; then gets something heavy to eat from the fridge.
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The raptor stared at Kyubi with a confused expression. The sudden act of violence in the areana confused him too. However, he wasn't convinced that Kyubi did that on purpose. He began to think up of what happened. The majority of people in this little game show had something special about them that made them last the first, so maybe someone messed with Kyubi's mind somehow. This sounded like a good enough reason to Thamir, but he wasn't too sure about. However, he didn't want to leave his friend wondering how he could have felt no pity in killing someone, so he said, "Maybe you were brainwashed..." After that, he shook his head towards his question about carrying others before saying, "I'm not very strong, so I don't think I could carry you without nearly dropping you a few times. Sorry..."
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With the conversation being finished and Cyrille's plan still being shrouded to the watchful eyes of Alexander, Lyzer now anticipating the next challenge turns toward his sharpened blade and picks it up in a slow decisive manner. With most of his anger gone his vision became much more clear and his ability to sense general emotions began to seep back into his sight. After grabbing his sheath and stowing his blade Lyzer walks back out of his room and into the living area.
"If you need me I'll be out back" he says as he pulls the hood over his head allowing his ears to fit through the holes in the fabric. With about 3 blades in tow Lyzer exits the house with the intent to sharpen his skills with them. But in the way out he mentions with a sly grin to Cyrille "Try and keep my hidden blade... Well... hidden, for now."
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*Listening to Thamir, Kyubi asks him one final question*
Oh, well it's ok... i'm not the strongest either. One last thing... Uh, I forgot what I wanted to ask you.
*Heading into the kitchen, Kyubi reaches into the fridge and pulls out a roll of Salami*
So, brainwashed huh?..... *taking a big, angry bite out of the Salami, Kyubi thinks and goes sit by Thamir*
....Hhhhh, hey Thamir, do you... think im your friend?.... and if we are, could I ask of your full name?
*Kyubi not directly facing Thamir but so Thamir is still visible, allowing his breath to point away from Thamir*
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With a shifty look to Lyzer, Cyrille sighed. "A hidden blade is always accounted for.... The timing always matters more than the existence."
After finishing a small meal and a cigarette, a much more sobered Cyrille walked toward Thamir and Kyubi after Thamir's response[I'd still type it, so you can complete the emotional moment ;o].
His left hand held his almost finished cigarette, his right held a small bag with a string shut and a clanking rhythm that matched his balanced steps. "I do hate taking the spotlight, but I'm afraid I'll have to make a break in your emotional play." Standing affront of the pair, the jackal looked down coldly after taking his final drag, making sure to blow the smoke away from the two. "Herbalist," he said, looking to Kyubi once more, "I would assume you know more of magics than I do."
He quickly dropped the clanking bag to the left of Kyubi, containing many dodecahedron shapes; all mainly violet and a small tinge of another color at corners. The violet was to represent memories used or created by Alexander in his control methods; stored into the dice and something Cyrille was aware of. His real question was aimed towards the tinges. [This goes any way Tim chooses to answer, and matters for future plot.]
"But first, I request that you examine these items for a second.... And tell me all you might know about them. It is quite important. Afterwords, I request the strongest poison you have on you. Then, you may continue with you and your companion's...." He looked at Thamir with a slight grin, "Discussion."
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"Of course you're a friend to me, even though we hardly know each other." He answered with a light smile on his face. Once Cyrille came over, he decided to listen to him and what he would have to ask from Kyubi. When the items were dropped in front of him, the raptor proceeded to stare at the items for a few seconds, wondering to himself what they were before he looked back at Kyubi and waited for his answer.
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After faintly hearing Cyrille's remark Lyzer chuckled to himself as he walked the out of the housing area into what he established as a training area for himself. After checking the area for anyone that would want to tail him Lyzer took out two of his blades and dual wielded them as he began to work on his swordsmanship. This training, he thought, would certainly take a while. Using this time to think about the next event and to prepare himself mentally for the worst.
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*Stares at the clicking pocket bag Cyrille hands to me*
''That's great Thamir, nice to know you don't hate anyone.''
''I'll get to these with my best results Cyrille, and i'll get you your poisons. Just pick wisely.''
*Kyubi picks up the little bag and takes it into his lab for experiment and analysis*
''Thamir, my name is Kyubi, Silver.''
*The little bag slowly feels heavier and heavier*
''...*Closes door*...ah, why are these ....my arm.. heavy? The corners are really shiny, bright too.
I wonder what it means. I should see if these are dangerous or helpful.''
*Kyubi dumps the items on a table*
''Mm, heh, all Dodecahedrons... ok my subjects, we shall see how many of you live and die!''
''You will all be given one of these... things, and I will observe and record your statuses and conditions accordingly.''
''It is best that you all cooperate or you shall be fed to the Maneater Plant. Any questions?''
*The micro mice just squeak and walk around*
''Now then, I must go conjure some poisons...''
*Giving each mice a die and separate room, Mr. Silver observes them*
Im keeping this dye to see if I can do anything with it....
*The blue and green lights give the dice an eerie glow*
''Powders are mixing, gases are fusing, and liquids are saturating...''
''Ah, a simple numbing agent, stungrass... make that a powder, more lethal when liquid mixes with it.
It absorbs through the skin, affecting the nerves directly, immediately numbing any pain and / or irritations.''
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Cyrille watched the other jackal kick into his gear, shuffling around in his area of study. A small frown fell upon his face as he gave the test subjects the item, as he'd been hoping for a quicker answer than basic statistic. However, guessing with the magical properties, Cyrille didn't believe that death or life would be the outcomes of the mice possessing the items; though he didn't know for sure. He watched as Kyubi mixed like a madman, his eyes rather shady as he eyed the room, and listened to descriptions.
"I need something that will kill, mostly. I guess a fair amount of stun will work for most, but I need something that would kill at least one if I put my blade to them several times." He sighed quietly, looking to Kyubi. "I know your beliefs, however I cannot damage others much enough to kill them without. And I'm going to need to. I also should bring that the quicker it kills, the better.
Not to mention, I'm in a slight of a rush."
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"Thank you for telling me that, Silver." Thamir said with a light smile as he saw his new found friend began his studies with a items that were given to him. The raptor then remembered something the Cyrille mentioned earlier in the day. So he looked over at him and asked with a small frown on his scaled face, "Hey, remember that time you said that Alexander was always watching us? Doesn't that mean he will see us making this poison?" He really hoped that wasn't true right now seeing how the Lion could pull something that would get him and the rest of the team in serious trouble.
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Cutting and slashing deep into the woods around him Lyzer kept his rigorous training up as he wailed away at the bark. Stopping briefly to examine his handy work he dropped to one knee and glanced around at the 5 trees he had toppled in the period of time he was out there while several other trees were deeply scarred by his blades.
Detailing his levels of strength with each weapon Lyzer states,"The katana is swift and decisive but lacks power... The Claymore is heavy and powerful and I could rip through many with it but it's much too slow for my liking... The falchion I haven't studied well enough to use properly only leaving small scars... The best weapon for this environment may be my tekko-kagi... I'll return back to the home to go find it."
And with that Lyzer drops his weapons and rushes back in the direction of the house
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Ha ha haaa! You should have stated so earlier, my friend! You want death? You got it!
*Notices mice' conditions* Hey... these mice are strange...
*Kyubi notices side effects of these stones*
*In a curious fit, Kyubi asks Cyrille a question*
Umm, Cyrille... did you say what these stones do? Im more curious because of the power they wield.
This one mouse, he looks depressed... like he remembers something tragic. He stopped eating and everything.
And this one, it's just pure rage *Kyubi taps the glass and the mouse rabidlly attacks the window*
*Kyubi goes into a secret closet and pulls out a white-ish, clear, poison*
*Whispering* Here you go, im sure he doesn't know I have this.
*Accidentaly using telekinesis, dodecahedron side effect, Kyubi says this to Cyrille without speaking*
"Dying Petals, kills em in a few minutes."
I think these stones are too dangerous for a regular fur.
They alter emotions and thoughts. This one mouse is emotionally attached to me because of these stones.
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"I'm sure he knows what I am up to by now," Cyrille looked to Thamir, "Perhaps you may not, but I don't have too much time."
Cyrille began to round up the items from the mice quickly after the poison was gifted; the small sack of them hanging on his shoulder as he cracked his neck and looked to Tim.
"If my theories are correct, you won't know the last part of these items by first hand experience. I thank you for your study and resources, but for now I must bid an adieu."
With a sigh for air and a quick motion, Cyrille suddenly dashed from Kyubi's room, and then from the household door.
A few seconds later, a slight rumbling was within the background noise.
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Thamir watched as Cyrille suddenly dashed out of the door. He had a weak feeling that he was going to use that poison on one of the other teams seeing how the Prince probably wasn't going to make it all that easy for Cyrille to use it on him. Thamir simply stared at the door for a bit before looking around in confusion at the sudden sound of rumbling. He then asked while looking at his remaining two teammates, "What's causing the rumbling?"
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Seeing Cyrille dash out of the house just as he was approaching was a pretty solid indicator that he was going out on his mission or at least the first part of it. Walking back in Lyzer looks toward his teammates and says
"Sounds like thunder is approaching. So what have you all been up to while I was out" as he says this he's already making his move to his room for his weapon but still waiting for a response
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Just gave Cyrille a Neurotoxin to use. Those dice he had, they were very unique, ultimately unimitable.
Well, I was conversing a little before you left... and these mice I studied are wrecked, mentally incapacitated... two mice died, one from depression, and the other from insanity. Meanwhile, i'll go see if it's thundering nearby.
*The next challenge should be a doozy, Kyubi thought*
*Wishing he had something to caress and talk with, like a stranded contestant or a loved one, Kyubi thinks while watching just outside the doorstep, but close enough to listen to Thamir and Lyzer*
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The rumbling continued until it was close to the home; and the source soon revealed itself as a earth covered Christopher entered. The hyena was followed by several others, mostly armed to the teeth. In the living room, he spoke loudly and deeply. "You four are going into custody for suspicious activity, under the order of Alexander. Cooperation is recommended." His eyes traced around the entrances to the bedrooms, while his men stood with him; ready. "One minute, or we'll use force."
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Thamir found himself very confused once he heard the voice outside of their little, temporary home. He then frowned and asked himself as he stared at the door, "What exactly did we do wrong to get the law on us?" He knew it had something to do with the poison being made for Cyrille. He then turned to Lyzer before he asked, "What are we going to do? Putting up a fight might get us killed and going in willingly won't end well either..."
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Lyzer looked at the hyena as he exited his room, blade in hand, then toward his teammates and said "Thamir... Kyubi... I think it would be best if you both stood behind me right now"
Now directing his attention back to the security team he stands there secretly building up electrical energy for whatever happens and demands "If we go what will you do with us? Your answer directly effects how this conflict ends."
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*Listening to Lyzer, I lightly drag Thamir with me. safely behind Lyzer*
"Lets go Thamir, I know I don't want trouble"
*Kyubi has a pocketfull of that numb-powder Cyrille didn't need. He doesn't know it's in his pocket*
"We don't want trouble..... I.. don't want trouble..."
*Feeling slightly worried and afraid*
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With two strong guestures downward, large columns of gray earth blocked the doorways and windows outside from the living room. Christopher took to a hard stomp, bringing a small column of earth through the floor afront of him. He eyes locked upon Lyzer while his two backing comrades braced themselves. "I've beaten anything from magicians to barbarians. This is your final warning, before I harm you." He spoke rather quietly, his figure ready for a quick strike. "Come now, and you will be unharmed unless you resist. Refuse, and I'll bring Alexander what's left.. And if you must know why we're here, perhaps the TV'll answer in a few minutes."
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Thamir nervously hid behind his two allies as Christopher spoke to them. He then whispered to Kyubi, "Should we just give up to avoid being killed?" At the moment, the young raptor couldn't think about courage as his timid attitude was causing him fear and causing him to take side with the threat instead of those who were at his side.
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Looking back at his two teammates Lyzer stops charging up energy sheathes his claw like weapon and says to the hyena. "Looks like you have all the cards on the table. In this situation it's best to not be a victim to suspicion by attacking you so I lay down my weapon as I sign of good faith. I will willingly go with you for now, but so long as you allow me too view what the TV has to offer first."
He says this while slowly inching toward the kitchen counter to grab the remote to the TV. After he turns the tv on he stealthily removes the battery from with in them and cautiously moves back to the team while locking eyes with the hyena.
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Yeah Thamir, let's just listen. Play it safe.
*placing his paw on Thamir's back, Kyubi reassures him*
What about the others? I don't hear much about them...
*Kyubi grabs Thamir's claws and speaks* We should be fine.
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"Perhaps we can do this without a scene, then." Christophe loosened his stance, however he kept his eyes on Lyzer while the television turned to a live broadcast from a corner camera's angle of a room with very many plants, with a quite outfitted Alexander standing in the center. His change of attire lived up to the princely title, but a crude greeting came from an off screen individual, revealing itself to be Cyrille.
"I am finished, sitting by while allowing un sac de merde comme yourself do as he wishes." A rather ungraceful slur fell from his lips, although the back of his body was the only visible from the angle of the camera; presumably security. "And with these, I'm sure your marionettes shall no longer obey, as well." Cyrille pulled out the small bag of objects; forcefully tossing a few to the floor; shattering them and making them release types of colored vapor.
Alexander's face changed easily from a calm demeanor to a fit of rage, both of his hands gripped the blade to his right; one on the sheath with the other on the edge handle. While his eyes locked on Cyrille; Cyrille smashed another object, an orange object with a bit of purple. For once, the Prince lacked the words.
A few seconds earlier, Christophe let out a gasp and clutched his head; gripping the column of earth ahead of him while his focus was lost. Due to this, the pillars covering the entrances crashed downward with a lack of balance, and he snarled to himself lightly in a fit of pain.
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Thamir stared at the screen of the television with an expression that showed obvious surprise as he listen to what Cyrille said on the television. When he suddenly heard the prince gasp, he turned to him and stared at him as he gripped the giant column of earth next to him. He then looked at Kyubi before asking, "What's wrong with him" It was obvious that the current events had a the raptor confused and lost. Along with afraid. So there was a likely chance that the current events would take a toll on him and his personality.
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Seeing his opportunity to get his team out of this situation Lyzer immediately activated his high speed ability and began to run behind his partners slipping a battery into each of their pockets and then head to a window lacking an earth pillar shattering it with his weapon. Yelling to his partners "I think we should take our leave."
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*Nodding with approval, Kyubi follows Lyzer's order, leaping out the window, breaking a few bits of glass*
Agreed. Thamir, you're surprised, I am too but let's go.
*Should I begin practicing my energy seals and spells? Kyubi thought to himself*
*Noticing the powder fell out of his pocket from a small tear, Kyubi quickly inspects for cuts*
Wheew, thank you... no blood, no tracking... good. But it's all over the wall and window now...
*A Devious smile came from Kyubi's face*
Hehehe, even accidents become great plans. By following us out the window, the glass will cut them,
but they will only feel a pinch because the powder reacts faster in liquids. They'll bleed quite a bit before realizing it!
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The trio was soon tailed by the other two followers, who unfortunately fell for Kyubi's trap. A loud yell was heard, as Chris rose with his hand clutching his head; his lips curled while he slammed the pillar blocking the door through the door. Using a type of boot and slide method, he began to push through his last trail to Alexander's large building; leaving the trio to their own devices in his sudden rage. His two assistants were still; paralyzed under the effects of the powder(with one unfortunately caught on the Window's edge.
The earth pillars collapsed shortly after Chris's outrage, leaving the temporary home quite a wreck with the television still playing; Cyrille's dagger in Alexander's side and Alexander's sword impaling the jackal.
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Thamir looked back as he left the structure through the window. When he suddenly heard the yell after gaining a few more feet from the house, he looked back and saw the men paralyzed near and on the window. He was relieved that they weren't following them anymore due to Kyubi's trap. Once the raptor thought they were a good enough distance from the home, Thamir turned his head to and asked Lyzer, "Are we going to go find Cyrille before we leave?"
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Lyzer slowed his stride to answer Thamir saying. "This is Cyrille's game and he wanted to keep collateral damage to a minimum by going alone. I doubt we'd be able to infiltrate that place with security on high alert like it is now. But given our new situation we're in no good shape to just sit and wait for something to happen. If Cyrille were to fail I'm sure we would be the first on that lions hit list and I'd rather not die so young."
Lyzer completely stopped to address his team "I can't be sure what the best move is for us but I do know that we have to get out of this place... That is unless you two want to go on a suicide mission to save a life." Lyzer said this with a confident smile on his face as he looked at the two of his teammates.
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Well, that's unfortunate. I will have to break my Moral Rule.
I know Lyzer has no problem hurting anyone. Thamir, you might have to hurt someone too.
So all in all, we're going to need to kill somebody... eventually... SHHHUHHGHGHNH
I will never forget that day. *Kyubi's palms faintly glow deep blue with energy*
Lyzer! I'll be training my energy powers. If I am to fight, my body must be in condition.
*Kyubi runs back shuffling the dirt to hide the crew's tracks*
OH!! If we are to do this, we might need the help of... "The Others"
Anyone who can fight is worth it but volunteers are more useful.
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Loud noises ushered in a fair amount of chaos.
Other teams' houses were literally torn apart by side damage of some, while many competitors began to either battle it out on the streets or flee via water or road. Either way, it took little time until the television broadcast of Alexander and Cyrille took the population of Alexander's village towards a televised savagery, for varying reasons.
Members of Alexander's staff fled towards a large building; presumably their headquarters, which had its place in the center of the area; opposite the body of water which the houses over-viewed. From a distance, the team could easily see many workers rush in a rage.
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Thamir looked around at all of the chaos going on around them. He felt a small amount of fear then and there because he didn't want someone to suddenly start attacking them for something they didn't like. After a few more seconds of watching the people inside of the area, and listening to what Kyubi told him, he frowned to himself and said, "I've never killed someone before..." However, he knew he couldn't avoid it seeing how his life could be in danger before he knew it, so in his mind told himself, "First time for everything I guess..."
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Lyzer stood up and looked out toward the distance."So I guess our first order of business should be finding potential back up to fight through that fortress Cyrille's caught in. I can see some of the guards heading in that direction already but there seems to be more out here terrorizing the place. We need to do this fast before that hq gets fully fortified so unless you know quick non lethal tactics we may have to kill quite a few people. Does this plan seem suitable?"
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"its a great plan"jacob thought *IM GOING TO DIE*this thought was running in his head for an hour or two
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(whoops XD)
That is the sumation of the plan, yes. My main idea to begin with.
It should be easy to gather a resistance, unless the contestants are stubborn and unhealthy enough to comply with us.
*Kyubi shafts a ladder out of the tree, he then climbs it*
Thamir, I want to learn the ways of the Raptor. I want to seize my target in one pounce, can you help me?
Oh, and Lyzer... there are no cameras in the woods so I just wanted to say... I saw alot of horrific things that day. And I say the Kingpin, he was a big Lion... I think his name was Andy or Xander?
I dunno but, I saw him. The way he organized those arena fights, I heard him talking to a guy.
That guy was like the dealer. Kingpin souped up one fighter so he could make more money.
It wasn't fair, and judging that he has Cyrille, He INDEFINITELY won't play fair. Unless he has some Moral Integrity. But he is powerful, I dreamt of him and it scared me a little. Lyzer, whatever he throws, we'll catch it and throw it back twice as hard!! Im Ready For This! ..well, almost.
*Kyubi sits in the tree watching the madness, he then goes prowling in the high brush to pass time*
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A loud crash was heard from the building; the earth of a certain geokinetic crashing a hole in the wall; proceeded by the bodies of a certain white lion and gray jackal.
The hyena followed the two, still on his rampage. Cyrille panted on the ground, scratches leaking a cobalt liquid from cuts and stabs. The lion grinned a bit pompously, looking rather well, besides his ripped and princely outfit. In a quick motion, the hyena jumped from the hole created and was almost immediately impaled; the lion chuckling as Cyrille regained his stance.
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Thamir frowned lightly before he said, "I'll try to help you. Just ask me what you want to learn about...And please make it quick..." When the suddenly loud crashed sounded throughout the area, Thamir instantly had his attention drawn in its direction as he focused on what was happening over there. He saw the three figures before smiling lightly when he saw Cyrille, however, that smile immediately turned into a frown when he managed to see that his ally wasn't exactly in the best condition compared the lion that stood near him.
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At the sight of Cyrille's fight Lyzer immediately began to pick up one of his weapons and said to his two teammates. "I know it's a bit rash of me to do this but it would be better for the overall survivability of the entire team if I went to back Cyrille up now." As he said this he began to charge some of the electrical energy around the area into his body.
As the energy began to peak he spoke again to his teammates "I gave the both of you a small battery back during our escape, now this battery could be used for one of two things. It can serve as a quick grenade so to speak, or it could allow for you to call for my aid if you throw it up as high as you can. I won't waste time explaining how I did this so whatever you decide to do I can understand. Just don't die." And with that he sped off at dangerous speeds toward the battle.
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Wai- Ahhh he's too far to hear me... well I guess it's up to you and me to find some help.
*Kyubi brushed his fur clean of grass*
Thamir, how do you jump so high? That's what I want to learn.
*Looking at Thamir and his smaller body*
You look built for power or speed, but you seem more refined instead of raw.
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"Honestly, you understand how stupid it was of you to challenge me.... I've always outmatched you threefold, at least." Alexander chuckled, pulling his blade covered in the mixed blood of Cyrille and the hyena. He sheathed the blade, "I've always been superior, especially now that you've allowed me to take all of these lives." He continued to gloat, while Cyrille took the vial from his coat, with several stabs and slashes on said coat.
With this, he saw Lyzer approaching from the corner of his eye. With an accented curse, he jammed his dagger at the poison, panting quietly. The haze of the broken objects loomed over Cyrille, as Alexander spoke down to him, walking rather cockily. "And breaking those wasn't a smart idea, either. You're just adding to my arsenal."
The thief looked up for some of a second, before he winced in pain; taking quick to a stance, which he swiftly used in order to climb atop of the prince's shoulders. With a single stab, the poison dagger was inserted to the prince's shoulder. With a yell, and a toss; the thief was thrown upon the floor, coughing while the reclaimed dagger was tossed to his side.
Alexander's shoulder began to heal itself in regeneration, while the haze swarmed at Cyrille, filling his lungs. "The stupidest part was breaking those, if you let me repeat. I don't know if you wanted to become a scapegoat, but I don't know if you have the power to even live.... Then again, you have little power at all, even with this poison," With a quick motion, Alexander downstabbed Cyrille's side once more, resheathing his blade afterwords. "I am still the only thing giving mercy to a drunkard thief like you."
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Thamir couldn't help but smile lightly before he said, "Well, honestly, I've just been born with a body that can make me doing things that acrobats can do, but with no training at all...So I can't really help you with that being able to pull off any movements I do because your body isn't like mine. So please ask me something else that I can help you with..." He frowned at the end of his statement as he did sound a little rude, but it was obvious that he wasn't trying to be.
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The run toward Cyrille appeared to be longer than expected so Lyzer discontinued to use his ability to run fast in order to conserve energy and try to make a more silent as he is used to. Not quite wanting to jump into the fray unprotected Lyzer decided to remain just out of sight in hopes that he wasn't detected by the lion and hoping to stealthily get the attention of Cyrille. For now he bide his time for the best moment strike a blow
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Well then.... uhhh, maybe you could help meeee.... focus my senses?
In return, I can make you stronger if you wish.
*Kyubi being very careful with what Thamir could teach him*
Hm?.... *sniff* something smells odd, did someone die? .... .... aaand it's a *holds breath* dead rat.
I can't really focus my senses like you. I can just throw fire balls and stuff.
*Kyubi is feeling flustered, so he walks back to the destroyed house and takes all the food out the fridge and back to the woods. But nort before a dying, somehow barely alive, male dog grabs his leg begging for help*
Ugghh... Guess i'll help you. Mercy is my nickname but death is my friend. Blood is my brother and Life is my Mother.
Man that song is creepy.
I swear on my Life that if you EVER even plan to kill any of us, you will regret it...
*Kyubi safety threatened and sang the song as he healed and cleaned the dog*
*Giving the dog three flowers, Kyubi tells him to eat them. Kyubi Silver then heads back to the woods with the injured passenger, giving him and thamir food*
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A rush of grief came over Cyrille as the violet mist vanished. A low grumble from the jackal as he looked up, his own blood flowing at a ridiculous quantity; showing a limited time before his mortality claimed him. Soaked in the same cobalt fluid which flowed through his veins, the jackal made a quick motion to stab a dagger through the lion's foot.
"I'm going to finish you, ce fois."
The thief's eyes glowed as violet as those the Prince had possessed; built with the intensity of their own feelings of betrayal, manipulated by the Prince. With several stab wounds and little time to do otherwise, the dagger to the foot pinned the Prince to the soil, through his own regeneration. The Thief rose for what would probably be his last, armed with the left dagger, and dodged another lightning quick slash from the Prince. With a groan, he disarmed his pompous foe; wielding a dagger and a sheathed blade this time. The sheathed blade switched owners once more, as the fight between the two became a timed tug of war.
Alexander growled in a slight pain, hand upon his own blade. "Stealing another's style may have gotten you through before, but you're at the end of the line and all the cards are in my favor. You won't live through the hour, and you know it."
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Thamir watched him walk away as he remained in the area he was in because he saw no point in following him. Thamir's shy and silent personality seemed to change to straight forwards and slightly aggressive. Causing him to say to Kyubi with a slightly irritated expression on his face, "Honestly, you chose a bad time to ask these sort of questions. Of all times you chose to ask me if I could help you in raising your senses and movement, you choose to ask when one of our friends are currently dying and another one went to go help him, causing him to risk his own life when he gets over there. There is also a chance that we are still being hunted by the security of this place. So tell me,what made you think right now was a good time to ask me to help you with becoming stronger physically?"
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Being conflicted on when the best time to join the fight Lyzer ultimately decided that now would be the time to add himself into the fray. Making sure his weapon of choice, a claw like gauntlet on his right arm, was completely strapped and ready for combat for the oncoming battle would prove to be difficult. Leaping out of his hiding place with reckless abandon Lyzer runs toward the fray at a standard speed in hopes of striking a critical blow
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I want to be useful, in a physical way.. I know this is bad timing... wish it was good but... Rrrrrhhh--
Ahgh! You're right... im so naive! We SHOULD be helping them, I don't know what I was doing.
Alright! We're here they're over there. We should join them.
*Standing up straight, with a clear mind, Kyubi slaps himself promptly. Realizing his stubborn foolishness, he mends a new pattern for himself to follow*
Ok, i'll quickly gather some chems and herbs, and we are leaving afterwards.... That's a big tower.
*Kyubi gathers mainly healing herbs, about 55%. He then takes the chemicals and toxins, about 45%*
*Kyubi jogs back to Thamir and gestures towards the tower, frantic panic and chaos still populates the area*
After what he did to me, I need to return the favor. Little by little. BUT this is about our team. We're coming to help Cyrille.
*In a final thought, Kyubi thinks: geez, my heart is beating hard..*
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Alexander made a quick move on the diagonal axis; dodger the strike by Lyzer and losing the grip upon his blade. Cyrille groaned a bit as more of his blood was released; legitimately losing consciousness after a few words; "So stupid of you." With the blade still in his hand, Cyrille stayed upon the floor in a puddle of his cobalt, while Alexander made a bit of eye contact with Lyzer. He grinned in a villainous manner, a stomp upon Cyrille for a second with a few mumbles underneath his breath. A similar regeneration occurred visibly onto Cyrille, although Alexander removed his foot and made a glance towards Lyzer.
"I wouldn't strike again, or he really won't live through the hour." He kept his eyes locked, stance ready. "He'll be fine. For now." He chuckles a bit, haughtily making the eye contact.
"As long as I'm alive, he'll heal upon the next death. He can thank his dead hyena for that one. Any funny business, right now, though.... And he'll keep bleeding out." He chuckled, replacing his foot while he grinned at Lyzer. "I'll be collecting him, after I've taken a few more lives.. Be really good, and I won't kill your team. He grinned a bit crudely.
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For the first few seconds of Kyubi's statement, Thamir glared at him as he felt annoyed by how he was acting in a situation like this. He lost his glare right after he heard him start become a little bit more reasonable with what was going on at the moment. He then nodded in agreement and watch him run off and come back. Without any questions or hesitation, he immediately followed him to the tower. As he did, he was thinking to himself about ways they could possibly help. Maybe now he could let go of that timid side of his and actually be a bit more of a use to the team.