OldManWong

Mark of the Demons - A World Turned to Hell

I intend to have my CS done today, I've been ridiculously busy these past few days.

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

Poker and Texas hold 'em is where it's at. I hate blackjack cause I tend to go over a lot even on low digits like 12 and 13.

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

Sora's room appeared anything but hospitable, without a doubt, it could be assumed that rather than a bedroom, it was more similar to an interrogation room. Exposed piping and rotting walls added to the atmosphere, likewise, the lack of furniture managed to vacate any sense of homeliness. Sora sat stock still, possibly sleeping in his chair as he waited for the unconscious attacker to wake up.

"...the hell? What the hell am I doing here?" the boy said groggily, blinking awake as he took in his surroundings. The more his eyes scanned around, the more agitated he became before he finally set his sights on Sora. It took him a moment to recognize his face but when he did he got up from the bed and stormed to Sora.

"Hey buddy, you have one second to tell me why the hell I'm in this torture porn fanatic's basement," he snarled darkly.

As the boy woke up with his own muttering, Sora sleepily awoke as well, lifting his head from his forearms with a tired expression, a red mark from the pressing of his skin on his forehead. He watched the boy look about before standing up at quickly movong to him. His expression twisted into pained features as the boy called his apartment a torture porn basement and he shrugged helplessly,

"Aw, don't be like that, this is my apartment room, I lack the apparatus for torture porn anyway. Even if you're into that, I wouldn't be able to help you."

Although he was almost weirdly amiable, Sora carefully watched the boy, ready to subdue him at any point,

"What's your name by the way? Mine's Naruse Sora, you got laid out by a lady with a simple punch to the face, so quit with the threats, let's just talk."

"Huh? I don't have to tell my name or anything like that. And what the hell are you even talking about? I didn't get hit by no girl either! Must have been some big brute that dick Asahi had on hand that I didn't get to see. Doesn't explain why the fuck you're so interested," the boy sneered.

Sora laughed genuinely, as if he heard a clever joke, "Nah, it was some chick with red hair. She took out gloves and slashed your face too. You dropped like a sack of rocks, it was comical." Sora talked while laughing before finally calming down with a chuckle and whiping the edge of his eye. "So Asahi is the big guy's name. Although I patched up your scratches, I'm sure you understand I didn't bring you here to nurse you back to health. I'm a bit curious as to why you made a mad dash for the poor girl with black hair. She was both out of your way and completely lacking in threat, so what gives?" His features remain friendly with a calm countenance, as if Sora were talking to a friend.

"Look kid, you're driving on my nerve," the boy said, cracking his knuckles. "I don't remember going for some black-haired chick. If you're trying to pull one over me then the only thing you can look forward to is lying dead in a ditch somewhere," he finished, rearing back and launching a fist right at Sora's face.

As soon as the boy began to throw his punch, Sora pushed off his chair forcefully, slamming it towards the boys legs before launching an arcing kick towards the boys ribs with vicious speed.

The boy blinked, too little too late to dodge the move. The chair knocked him off his balance and led him right into Sora's kick. With a grunt he was flung backwards, sprawling on the ground near the bed's end. But if Sora thought that would stop him, then he was sadly mistaken. Getting up on his feet, the boy reared back for another punch, anger fueling his fists.

"Why you motherfucking-ghn!"

At once the boy's muscles tensed, his eyes widening. Anger soon turned to fear as he collapsed on his knees then to his side. He was panting erratically now, clasping his chest while glaring up at Sora with hatred.

"The fuck dude! What'd you do, poison me? Drug me? Fuck it burns! Make it fucking stop you goddamn psycho!" the boy cried out as pain wracked his entire body.

Despite delivering the kick to the boy's ribs, Sora still smiled amiably as if they were still conversing on friendly terms. It was only when the boy fell to his side that Sora's expression changed to one of surprise, then his features formed a stern countenance as he glanced about for a moment. Of course the boy had shown signs of being drugged at the parlor, but it was impossoble to tell whether it was a timed whiplash or a just a side-effect. Sora moved to the far window amidst the cursing, looking for anyone outside and checking his doorstep before returning to the boy who was still yelling at Sora.

"Who do you associate with? Your buddies were going for Asahi, but you went for someone else entirely, who do you hang around with? Tell me and I'll make the pain stop."

"W-What? I already told you I don't know what you're talking about," the boy said with inklings of real fear in his voice. "Just please...make it stop already! I just work for the guys against Asahi, that's all, alright? That's all-"

A choked gasp was wretched out of the boy's throat, his body spiking up. It was held there for one long moment before shifting back down, the boy's eyes glazed and empty. A quick check would confirm that his heart had stopped beating. The boy was dead.

Sora watched the boy go into cardiac arrest helplessly. He didn't have to check to know the boy was dead, he ran a hand through his hair at his wit's end. No real leads and a corpse in his room. Bummer. For a moment of inspiration, Sora checked the inside of the boy's mouth for a tab, hoping the boy was a mule and that he'd dispersed the drugs in the boy's stomach. No luck. With a sigh, he took out his phone and once again called the police. This was going to be truly tedious, if it weren't for his past dealings with enforcement, he'd truly be in quite the pinch.

It wasn't until a few hours later that Sora was finally left alone in his room again. He had asked that the police investigate the drugged corpse, but it was unlikely he'd recieve and information or jurisdiction back after that botched dealing. Finally with an exhausted huff, Sora fell onto his bed and entered DGO.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

I'll stick with mine if I can find him, since he really didn't see any action anyway

Mark of the Demon

I'm quite interested

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

Haha, not sociopathic, just curious.

EDIT: Maybe a little.

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

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”I have a few questions, actually…”

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Sora stood almost instantaneously when a boy charged from his own group and directly targeted Yoshino. He had noted the bleary actions of the boy coupled with his direct targeting of Yoshino specifically, but he didn’t take any action as he saw Retsu likewise moving to defend the student president. Watching her take out gloves and slash the kid, Sora’s brow furrowed slightly. Perhaps he shouldn’t have called the police, since both sides were armed and vicious. Running a hand through his hair, he sighed as if he were dealing with an unruly child, glancing about before eating the remainder of his pizza somewhat leisurely.

Grabbing another spare piece off the pizza platter with a couple napkins, Sora watched Retsu pursue Yoshino into the bathroom before he circled the table and sat on his heels before the boy who was sprawled out with cuts across his face. He nonchalantly rolled the comparatively smaller body of the knocked out assailant onto its back, examining the wound on his head. Sora poked the unconscious face a few times with a low, ”Hey.” No response, he was out cold. With a few practiced movements, he dabbed the blood and spice out of the kid’s eyes and cuts with one of the napkins. Sora glanced towards the bathroom to which Yoshino and Retsu had entered and shrugged helplessly. He could tell he was encroaching on Retsu’s patience since the start and Yoshino obviously wasn’t going to be in the mood for his frivolous chatting. Thus Sora’s attention returned to the boy with a somewhat conflicted countenance. He sighed and lifted one of the boy’s arms around his neck, over his shoulders. With his own body’s condition, the limp body was relatively light and amidst the confusion, Sora calmly walked out of the parlor with the boy slumped at his side, feet dragging. Without looking back, Sora figured he would just have to make his condolences when he met everyone again. He didn’t really get any numbers or anything but he was an optimist who believed in a next time.

Due to a lack of irregular movements while dragging extra weight, Sora did not garner an excessive amount of attention although he did get a good amount of odd glances, people automatically rationalized it as him helping a friend out as the slashed side of the boy’s face was against Sora’s neck. By the time he made it back to his apartment, he was finally beginning to get tired of carrying the sack of drugged meat around and threw the boy onto the bed in the middle of the room. Grabbing the only chair in his apartment from the corner of the main room, Sora flipped it about and sat with his legs spread around the back support of the old wooden chair. With a slight lean forward, the chair groaned under his weight but Sora simply set his arms along the chair’s back and rested his chin on his arms, watching the unconscious boy, waiting for him to wake up. His eyes were half lidded, but if Sora had one thing in abundance, it was patience.

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

Eh, I think I'll wait until after they leave then

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

Finally done with exams, I'll get as post up promptly, although it might have to be after swim practice.

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

A'ight, I'll wait then.