Soooo, is it just me or is the writing already on the wall? Regardless, just tag me when / if we decide to begin.
However, even if this is a case of a stillbirth RP, itβs fine, I had great fun making sheets and musing plots with yβall. So, see ya when I see ya, whether in this RP or someplace else. π
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"..." Frederika would've made some kind of smug grin when the establishment's staff complimented her strength and guts, but then she just had to sneak in a disparaging remark there, not the first time, nor would be the last, but since the woman was the welcoming sort - unlike that other ringmaster - the dragonkin decided to just assume that 'kid' here referred to her being younger, instead of a literal one, whatever the truth was, she'd substitute it with her own, for the sake of smooth employment.
With the demonstration over, it was Almagest's turn to continue the business negotiations, an exchange of service for pay, "I see, so you take in people and hone them into fighters," The astrologist nodded as he briefly glanced toward the arena, "I can see that you're running a quite successful venture here." Detached from his family's teachings he might be, Almagest was still the son of merchants. "Yes, she will work for you as one of your entertainers in exchange for salary, but I'll let her manage the details with you herself." As he said, he was just here to accompany her.
"Yep! What he said~" The petite horned woman smirked, "I even brought my own weapons if that means anything, can't say that I'm not prepared for this!" Rika quipped as she showed off her gauntlets, one of the things she and Almagest bought with their life savings before departing on a one-way-trip for Oratorio, "Battle royale? Sounds good, so, how much does it pay?"
A broken - heh - thread is at the forefront of the advanced interest's check homepage, so I'm using this opportunity to both: 1. Post here so this gets to the front page and replaces the broken thread. 2. Promote the RP.
"Eh?" The redhead esper expected for Cerberus to follow after her, sure, but she certainly wasn't prepared for the teller being pulled along, the... bleeding teller. Yeah she claimed to know where Binky was, but what use would be a guide if she was just going to bleed out on them? ... Angel blinked, she had to admit that her very first instinct was to yell at Cerberus for being such a short-sighted idiot, but the trust she had for her teammates' competence put a damper to it, which ended up saving herself from embarrassment merely a brief moment later, Aaaah... right, Orion can do that, aha-... ahahahaaaaa... Thank God she didn't let her big mouth run off.
With the civilian no longer in danger of exsanguination thanks to Orion's magical band-aid, the mission could proceed. "Hmm..." Cerberus' idea of staying behind to guard the elevator had merits, but Angel felt like it could be done better... and then the high-tech heroine practically read her mind before she could voice it herself, "Yeah~ what Major Lazer said, unless those fuckers are immune to bullets, they ain't gettin' through me, and there are very few things impervious to being shot at, I can tell you that." Like those pesky ethereal spooky ghost monsters or something, but hey, no plan's perfect.
"Oh, sure stuff, Musashi~" Upon Estelle's prompting, she huddled up along with the others as the Witch Hunter's mystical light washed over them, granting them the ability to better resist the foul arcane machinations of monsters and depraveds alike, "Aaah~ that hits the spot." The side-effect of feeling like being snuggled by a big furry teddy bear was definitely welcomed. "Heh, about time, huh? Return in one piece, alright? Or I'll go down there and slay every single one of those goddamned demons just to drag you back here." Angel nodded with a firm smile as if she was more than ready to do exactly that should things come down to it.
Guided by Elise the Teller, the group - minus the Gunpowder Messenger - entered the elevator as Angel gave them one final two-finger salute before the double-layered automatic doors sealed in front of her. "Haaa...~" Now came the boring part, What to do...? Aside from overwatching, of course. Hmmmmm... Angel pursed her lips as she clasped her hands behind her head, while her legs lifted from underneath her as if she was sitting cross-legged on an invisible chair. A moment later, she noticed that this was not a solo party after all, leading her to curl a grin as she casually winked at one handcuffed Spades McGraw, "'Sup~ come here often?" The man could shoot, she had to give him that, and he wasn't a monster, "merely" working with one, so there was still hope for him. "Humor me, how high are the chances that you'll turn a new leaf after this?"
Regardless of whatever assorted reasons that made only a few grabby-fingered folks dared to try their hands on Almagest and Frederika's pockets - them lacking the trappings of wealth or some other thing - the fact remained that Frederika wholly believed it was because most pickpockets wouldn't dare messing with a dragon's wrath, leaving only those desperate and/or stupid enough to try. After all, wasn't that the reason why those three stooges threw Voi to her instead of that Thief Bitch? They preferred to take their chances with Talia and her goons instead of her, and that whore was in a group of six.
Smart, really, Oratorio might be a melting pot filled with people from all walks of life, but Dragonkins were still quite rare, especially when compared to Humans, Dwarves, or the like. Are we as rare as Elves? Mmm... could be, I guess. Even so, the myths and legends of dragons - everything from terrible draconic tyrant-kings to erudite wyrm sages - still held strong to this day. She might not be able to level a whole fortress by her lonesome like some of the mightiest dragons could, but even having just a tiny morsel of that power already put her a cut above the common man. Still, it was a bit of a shame, she could use some warm-up before a proper fight in the ring, oh well.
After a few inquiries here and there, the duo eventually homed in on the infamous Slaughterhouse No. 4, located within the confines of Adventurer's District 14. Frederika entered first, followed closely by Almagest. "Oooh..." Red eyes widened to take in as many of the primal sights as possible, now this was a true arena, where pugilists could test their mettle, and earn coins while they're at it.
While Frederika was being all impressed and starry-eyed, Almagest noticed the female Dwarf approaching them in a way that suggested she had something to say to them, "Mmm." The astrologist hummed quietly, a rather subtle attempt to mask his winded state after walking so much. Curse this mortal body. Divine Ascension couldn't come soon enough. "I'm just here to accompany my pugilist ward." He made a small nod as his hand gestured to the Dragonkin.
"Ah!" Her ears perked up at the conversation, prompting Freddy to swivel and face the two, "Real fine place you got here, ma'am! Heh, put me in that ring and I'll give your audience a show they'll never forget!" Her usual gusto and confidence returned as Frederika went over to the nearest punching bag, got into a proper stance, then gave the sandbag a solid hook, sending it swinging with enough force to knock a man off their feet, "So, whaddya think? Need more proofs or can we talk pay?"
I'm a fuckin' weeb, but one of my great-grandparents was Japanese and a Japanese can't be a weeb by definition so...
[h3]7/8 Weeb[/h3]
...[s]kill me.[/s]
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">I'm a fuckin' weeb, but one of my great-grandparents was Japanese and a Japanese can't be a weeb by definition so... <br><div class="bb-h3">7/8 Weeb</div><br>...<span class="bb-s">kill me.</span><br><br><sub><span class="bb-i">Avatar drawn by <a target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" href="https://www.patreon.com/vayreceane">Vayreceane</a></span></sub></div>