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Post by Zoken on Feb 18, 2004 22:04:27 GMT -5
In NYC there is an underground where crime lords and the bored rich buy and sell D-Humans and fight them against eachother. these fighters are treated quite well. they make good money. they recieve ten percent of the profits made from their fights.
one of the strongest Brawlers is owned by the Roland Syndicate. he is six seven, black with eyes like large onyx's (solid black). they call him Nytro. he forms explosive orbs in his hands. few take him on and win. many have lost their lives against him. but soon he will find a secret that even a street like him can't stand. he isnt a hero... he's a brawler.
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Feb 18, 2004 22:35:07 GMT -5
Spinnet smiled and looked agressive none the less. She crossed one set of weapon scarred hands across her chest an the other set was fisted on her hips. The reason for her current mood was currently wrapping his arms thruogh hers...her owner, Richard Malcent.
She didn't like him taking liberties, but she was bound from killing him or harming him in the least...
She didn't understand what he saw in her anyway. She stood five foot eight, had two sets of arms and faceted eyes. She had fangs within her mouth and an uncanny sense of balance that allowed her to weild her swords...but she saw herself as more spider than anything. Her bottom two arms could ensnare any creature, and her hair was the soft white of spider silk...
She wasn't doing to bad on the circuit, a local champion...until this...fop...had purchsed her. She grit her teeth, hissing slightly and watched the party spin by.
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Post by The Evil Carlita on Feb 18, 2004 22:53:30 GMT -5
Clarissa Sanch sat in the stands with her dad. She hated coming to these fights, but his favorite, Nytro, was fighting today, and he considered this good "bonding" time. In reality, it ws just time together with which he could reason not spending any real time with her, talking to her.
"Having a good time?" he asked her, laughing and elbowing her. He did't wait for an answer, but looked back toward the ring, where the right was about to begin.
Clarissa sighed, resting her chin in her hands. She'd seen this one fight before, and it was always the same. He was too powerful, so none of the other D's ever stood a chance. At least she'd be out of there soon...
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Post by InsanePenman on Feb 18, 2004 23:03:16 GMT -5
Graft stood tall near one end of the place, looking grim and emotionless as he hefted the large polearm in his hands. He was a strong one...fighting later, keeping the crowd under control for his master now. At least he'd get a chance to vent the rage he kept in check if someone became unruly.
His eyes passed over Spinnet and his teeth gritted even more...it was always worst when one of the owners decided to use his D's for more than the money in fights. He ought to know...he'd seen at least ten masters in his days, first as an unruly firebrand, then as a barely controlled beserker...and now as a somewhat successful fighter. It didn't matter. His blade would taste blood and his would be spilled...that was the way of the world.
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Post by Zoken on Feb 18, 2004 23:48:57 GMT -5
Nytro stepped to Malcent. Malcent owed much money to the Roland Syndicate, who owned Nytro, so Nytro knew there would be no punishment if he should harm the man, though that was not his intention. "Malcent," said Nytro harshly. "You know rule five; a Brawler is not a john or whore and may not be used as such. violation of any part of this rule is punishable by a rival master by instant removal of the Brawler. this was set down for people like you. now leave her be or i will not wait for my master to do something about this."
Nytro knew his fairly booming voice had probably drawn attention. tonight they were being hosted in a closed dog fight arena. this was thought of as funny by most of the masters. as Nytro had looked through the crowed earlier he had seen his biggest fan. one of the Roland Syndicate's lawyers, a Mr. Sanch. Nytro had sighed as he saw Sanch's daughter.
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Post by InsanePenman on Feb 19, 2004 0:13:58 GMT -5
Suddenly, Graft's halberd separated the two, the large, muscular man glowering at Nytro. "You will wait for your master before you do anything. That is as much a rule as the one you quote. Step away." He wanted to harm Malcent as much as Nytro...but he'd taught himself to be a completely impartial judge. Both were obviously breaking a rule...he only had the power to correct one of them.
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Feb 19, 2004 0:16:06 GMT -5
"Calm yourself Brawler" Malcent drawled "She's no more to me than just an attractivce body guard. She bears me company rather well, and in return I keep her from all those scarring fights." he said with an odd smile.
Spinnett grimaced and edged as far away as she could before the shock from her jeweled collar tingled along her senses. "Nytro...you did well earlier this week. againts the bruiser crew...I'm impressed" she whispered.
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Post by Zoken on Feb 19, 2004 0:23:37 GMT -5
Graft was right. Nytro hated to allow this filth to touch one of his people, much less his friend. but he had no choice. he turned to spinnet. "Thank you, but when their main strenth was simply running at me all i had to do was get them to run out of the ring. the fact that i slipped a slam-bang into one of their mouths was... finesse." he looked to Malcent, "I'm very good at putting slam-bangs, and burn-bangs into places that are really not very compliant with them."
"NYTRO!" the voice was that of Maritza Myrtle. a large woman with a motherly demeanor. "You are not to associate with him, he is a master and above your station."
Nytro backed down and stood behind the woman, who began to round on Malcent. "As for you, your contract clearly states that she is a fighter, thus the rules of a Brawler clearly apply to her." she fished a letter out of her purse and thrust it to Malcent. "This is an official letter of complaint from Mr. Roland himself." she turned to Spinnet, "Sweety come here, you have been reassigned you are now property of the Roland Syndicate. first thing is to get you some decent clothes."
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Post by The Evil Carlita on Feb 19, 2004 0:26:55 GMT -5
Clarissa's heart fluttered as she saw Nytro look at her. She had to admit, as much as she haed the fights, she did like coming to see him. At least there was one upside...
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Post by InsanePenman on Feb 19, 2004 0:32:20 GMT -5
"Another D for the damned Syndicate." Graft muttered under his breath, before turning his eyes to Nytro. "We're to fight soon...in a few days, if nothing changes." he noted, simply stating a fact, before his eyes caught the obviously flustered girl. "And it appears you have a young admirer..."
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Post by Zoken on Feb 19, 2004 0:34:36 GMT -5
"No younger than I," Nytro said, knowing exactly who Graft was talking about. Nytro looked Graft up and down and said, "I look forward to our fight. and hope we both come out alive." with that he bowed to Ms. Myrtle and walked toward the Sanch's.
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Post by The Evil Carlita on Feb 19, 2004 0:39:02 GMT -5
Clarissa nudged her dad, letting him know his favorite brawler was coming over. "Nytro!" Mr. Sanch exclaimed. "I hope you have some tricks up your sleeves tonight," he joked. "You have a tough opponent, and I have a bit of money riding on this fight!"
His daughter blushed in embarassment. Her dad always knew the exact wrong thing to say...
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Post by Zoken on Feb 19, 2004 0:42:19 GMT -5
Nytro smiled. "I always have a few tricks up my sleeve. I just hope i dont have to kill this guy. a slam-bang in the mouth is a quick put down, but it is also a sure fatality. I don't like killing. How are you two?" his eyes, though no one could tell drifted to Clarissa.
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Post by InsanePenman on Feb 19, 2004 0:43:57 GMT -5
"That's odd...I always hope for at least one death." Graft called back, face still completely unchanged. "One less slave. I guess it's more like being a pet for you, though..." Then he slipped back into "guard mode", halberd held carefully in his strong arms, eyes skimming the room. "Damned Syndicate."
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Post by The Evil Carlita on Feb 19, 2004 0:44:28 GMT -5
"Oh, we're both fine!" Sanch laughed, grabbing his daughter about the shoulders. "she just loves this fights, don't you Crissy?"
Clarissa managed a half-smile, "just don't get yourself hurt," she told Nytro.
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