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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Feb 19, 2004 1:30:18 GMT -5
Spinnett glared distastefully at her clothinga nd silently agreed with the assesment, but it was not her true worry. "My weapons. I cannot quote laws like Nytro, but I can assure you I know exactly what items are considered part and parcel of a fighting package, and the weapons are such."
She stopped moving, they were her only belongings, in this world where owning people was alight. And she woudl have them.
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Post by adam_bat on Feb 19, 2004 2:44:15 GMT -5
There was a loud commotion in the arena as a D was dragged into the pit. The bellowing of an enraged beast hailed the arrival of Taurus. A dozen men dragged him in, clinging to chains wrapped around the D's limbs, neck and middle.
Taurus had the face of a bull, long snout and raging eyes. Thick black horns sprouted from either side of his head but instead of branching out they curved forward, ready to charge. He stood near seven feet tall and was built like a tank, heavy hands clenched in fists as he tugged on his bonds, legs braced and nearly dragging those who tried to control him. His body was covered in short fur that was bright red and combed over with scars, his bare chest bristled with a continuation of his heavier furred mane, and a tail whipped around behind him as his green eyes glowed with rage.
The men finally managed to secure him to the center of the ring, held there until the match's beginning. He was wild, and that's why they kept him. For even though most owners demanded obiediance from thier fighters Taurus brought a ferocity that made it worth keeping him around. He couldn't be controlled, true, but he also couldn't be stopped by any other fighter.
He had recently been purchased by Diesel Franks, a man who prided himself on conquering his slaves and owning the best. He had every intention of breaking the creature, but for now was interested to see for himself what the beast could do.
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Post by Zoken on Feb 19, 2004 4:48:14 GMT -5
Nytro smiled meanly at the corrupt lawyer. he wiped the smile from his face and turned to Clarissa. in an earnest question. "Clarissa, would you like to go out somewhere after the match? with me that is..."
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"These weapons mean something to you?" Ms. Myrtle asked in a way that showed she didnt really care.
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Feb 19, 2004 5:11:54 GMT -5
She contemplated this question for a moment. To say that htey meant anything emotionally would give yet another hold over her...to say no would justify leaving them in her old masters hands...
"They are unique even as I am, works of art that I have learned to weild to perfection. I could accept inferior substitutes, but I cannot garuntee a win with such a lack."
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Post by Zoken on Feb 19, 2004 5:20:58 GMT -5
Ms. Myrtle looked at her with annoyance. "sweetie, I dont care if you win or loose. I'm just a handler. I make sure you dont get into too much trouble outside the ring. do you want them back badly enough to make Mr. Roland have someone go get them? yes or no."
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Feb 19, 2004 5:26:12 GMT -5
"I respectfully ask permission to fetch them myself. It would save the trouble of rearranging the tourny entrants and trainers. Besides..." she said with a slight smile "...he owes me."
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Post by Zoken on Feb 19, 2004 5:32:08 GMT -5
"I will see that a courrior picks them up wiht no problems. if Mr. Malcent objects he will be... delt with. he owes Mr. Roland a good amount of money any way. you are not to go near another Master. that is one of the rules. know your place Brawler. do you have any other questions?"
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Feb 19, 2004 5:36:32 GMT -5
"A courrier will be quite sufficient. I beg your pardon for my momentary lapse brought on by biterness. But I am free of him now and grateful." Anyone who knew her could tell the words she uttered smoothly hurt more than any fight...
One of these days she was going to simply lose a fight and die.
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Post by The Evil Carlita on Feb 19, 2004 6:35:35 GMT -5
Clarissa blushed slightly, but hid it behind a face colored with disgust. "If I must," she spat, hoping her father would buy the performance. From the side her father couldn't see. she gave Nytro a quick wink.
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Post by Zoken on Feb 19, 2004 18:22:41 GMT -5
he thought of telling her he wasnt compelling her, only her father, but the wink made him think not to. he smiled and turned to the ring. he raised a brow at the giant bull beast now chained inside. "this might be a challeng."
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Post by InsanePenman on Feb 19, 2004 18:31:06 GMT -5
"A challenge?" asked Graft, barely suppressing laughter. Any D that the humans treated with that much caution would be more than a challenge to any civilized one. "One of Diesel Frank's most recent acquisitions, if memory serves me well."
"And, while I'd hate to lose the chance to fight you, that means I'll be rooting for your competition." he noted nonchalantly, grinning in the direction of the beast.
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Post by Zoken on Feb 19, 2004 18:34:16 GMT -5
"I havent lost a fight in the last three years," Nytro said. "What makes you think I'm startin' tonight?"
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Post by The Evil Carlita on Feb 19, 2004 18:41:14 GMT -5
Sanch whistled as he saw the beast Nytro was to fight. "Well, honey," he said to Clarissa, "You may be spared time with that creature after all!"
Clarissa meanwhile gripped the edge of her seat, hoping that Nytro would be able to manage it.
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Post by InsanePenman on Feb 19, 2004 18:44:01 GMT -5
"Well, I'm always hopeful. Especially when there's one of Roland's in the ring." Graft explained, shrugging. "Nothing personal."
"And, if you lose, I'm somehow guessing it's going to be by fatality, unless those horns are for show."
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Post by Veldrin Dalharil on Feb 19, 2004 21:47:08 GMT -5
Spinnet was back, standing uneasly in her new fighting uniform...
She stood next to Graft and pasted a bored expression to her face, both sets of arms crossed. "Interesting" she noted of the chained D.
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