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That's odd? And you'd think you would've been called upon to help weigh in on the situation considering yer a coGM. Could I at least get a reason as to why as I am pretty sure I haven't done anything.
That's odd? And you'd think you would've been called upon to help weigh in on the situation considering yer a coGM. Could I at least get a reason as to why as I am pretty sure I haven't done anything.
Character Name
Race: Human
Time/Day Day 1, Morning
Location: Waiting Room
Tagging: @The Abyss
A mere monkey tail from a non-elite spacer, was not nearly enough force to do any damage whatsoever to Sheeban. She trained under true elites, professional fighters who devoted their craft to making the craft entertaining. And as such, even with this pitiful performer she felt it was best to oblige. After all, this was the lessons her dojo taught. While the impact from the tail was not near enough to cause such an impact, Sheeban lunged back of her own will and took a bump on the ground below.
It was a loud thud, but it was still a simple back-bump. As she was down, Sheeban did a series of standard side rolls as she reached one of her containers of mascara. Due to the fact she had made such an exaggerated moment, it would be key to make the people out there believe that this fighter managed to do the blow, even though they did not. With both of her hands Sheeban began applying large amounts of mascara around her eye to give it the impression that it was bruising. Of course as she was doing this she was rolling around yelping out in entertaining yelps of pain and rolling around to distract from the actual application. After all sleight of hand was necessary in these sorts of things.
Once she applied the make-up on, Sheeban slowly began to get up. It was a matter of appearance, she dramatically pointed up towards the spacer as she was taking in over-heaving breaths. Was it a perhaps much? Probably, but some of the most entertaining aspects of the world of fight were built on great illusions.
"H-HEY!" Sheeban dramatically shouted up towards the monkey as she began flourishing with her left hand. It was going around and around in a circular motion before being cupped against her ears. "Didn't hear no bell. CAUSE LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING BROTHER!" Sheeban eagerly declared as she thrust her right arm outstretched right, with her left arm in a fist down near her stomach.
"Being big isn't about taking cheap shots! It's about setting an example to the small! It's an example I set in day in and day out - and I don't ever plan on quitting! Some might not like the message, yeah, I'm the Dungeon's Princess! But I ain't no cheap-shot, small-talkin' jackaboot thug! I DELIVER THE BIG MESSAGE, THE BIG PICTURE! THE FIGHT I FIGHT IS A NEVER-ENDING QUEST TO EMBOLDEN AND EMBIGGEN THOSE THAT NEED TO THRIVE!" She raised both of her hands up and began doing a set of poses, "Cause the world is a large place, full of those big and small. And people need a big message, a big thing to get behind. I don't want people to think tiny, I want them to think big! I want them to go large and in charge without any concerns of small-thinking; that's what prey does. And lemme tell you, the predators who are behind with a big message and dream will always triumph those who think too small!"
Race: Human
Time/Day Day 1, Morning
Location: Waiting Room
Tagging: @The Abyss
A mere monkey tail from a non-elite spacer, was not nearly enough force to do any damage whatsoever to Sheeban. She trained under true elites, professional fighters who devoted their craft to making the craft entertaining. And as such, even with this pitiful performer she felt it was best to oblige. After all, this was the lessons her dojo taught. While the impact from the tail was not near enough to cause such an impact, Sheeban lunged back of her own will and took a bump on the ground below.
It was a loud thud, but it was still a simple back-bump. As she was down, Sheeban did a series of standard side rolls as she reached one of her containers of mascara. Due to the fact she had made such an exaggerated moment, it would be key to make the people out there believe that this fighter managed to do the blow, even though they did not. With both of her hands Sheeban began applying large amounts of mascara around her eye to give it the impression that it was bruising. Of course as she was doing this she was rolling around yelping out in entertaining yelps of pain and rolling around to distract from the actual application. After all sleight of hand was necessary in these sorts of things.
Once she applied the make-up on, Sheeban slowly began to get up. It was a matter of appearance, she dramatically pointed up towards the spacer as she was taking in over-heaving breaths. Was it a perhaps much? Probably, but some of the most entertaining aspects of the world of fight were built on great illusions.
"H-HEY!" Sheeban dramatically shouted up towards the monkey as she began flourishing with her left hand. It was going around and around in a circular motion before being cupped against her ears. "Didn't hear no bell. CAUSE LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING BROTHER!" Sheeban eagerly declared as she thrust her right arm outstretched right, with her left arm in a fist down near her stomach.
"Being big isn't about taking cheap shots! It's about setting an example to the small! It's an example I set in day in and day out - and I don't ever plan on quitting! Some might not like the message, yeah, I'm the Dungeon's Princess! But I ain't no cheap-shot, small-talkin' jackaboot thug! I DELIVER THE BIG MESSAGE, THE BIG PICTURE! THE FIGHT I FIGHT IS A NEVER-ENDING QUEST TO EMBOLDEN AND EMBIGGEN THOSE THAT NEED TO THRIVE!" She raised both of her hands up and began doing a set of poses, "Cause the world is a large place, full of those big and small. And people need a big message, a big thing to get behind. I don't want people to think tiny, I want them to think big! I want them to go large and in charge without any concerns of small-thinking; that's what prey does. And lemme tell you, the predators who are behind with a big message and dream will always triumph those who think too small!"
@The Abyss - Yanno it's generally not nice to god-mod other people's characters like that.
I mean like, interactions are key to roleplaying yanno? I haven't shut anyone out on my end, and if I wanted to keep a scene private I'd just say so instead of stringing them along thinking I was available when I was not. I don't think he's asking for 'guiding him', he just wants something to work with apart from "I AM WRANGLING GO AWAY".
Like sure maybe one of them wrangled while the other goes about explaining the situation or just, yanno have other NPCs react in horror that Beryl can react to.
Like sure maybe one of them wrangled while the other goes about explaining the situation or just, yanno have other NPCs react in horror that Beryl can react to.
Character Name: Sheeban
Race: Human
PL: 910
Time/Date: Day 1, Morning
Location: Fighter Waiting Room
Tagging: @Slingshot @The Abyss
Well it wasn’t much yet but Chanko was fairly sure she would be able to put Hiko on the right path. At the very least he had done a few of the tasks she had told him about. Sheeban had a name to work with alongside the name of his dojo, Tsubasa Temple. Chanko would need to investigate it at some-point if only just to see how much of the basics of sports entertainment that this dinosaur man knew. Some dojos were not as willing to teach the basics of the craft as Satan’s Castle was; and Sheeban needed to know just how much he knew before she eventually contacted one of the other members in the organization to bring Hiko in.
But those thoughts quickly dissipated as she was pushed a bit by a spacer, which definitely wasn’t super elite. Letting go of Hiko’s tail, the monster of a woman let out a snarl as she pointed towards the shorter prey, ”SNNNNURK.” snorted out Sheeban as her nostrils flared,
”YO FREAK! You think you can get away with pushing The Dungeon’s Princess!?” hollered out Sheeban as she clenched her meaty fist and pointed towards Raddik. ”SUCH PITIFUL INSOLENCE SHALL NOT BE TOLERATED IN THE COURT OF SHEEBAN.” Bearing her teeth in a bestial smile Sheeban glared daggers at the space chimp, ”I’ve broken chumps like you for breakfast without breaking a sweat.”
This was followed by yet another scene of braggart flexing of her gigantic muscles ”Unlike you, I am an elegant siege machine built to rule and kill. LOOK AT THESE PYTHONS!” declared Sheeban as she once again showed off her arms before moving into another stretch. With another devious smirk she began waggling her finger, ”As such a noble ruler, I will give you two options. You shall either kneel before my superior presence or – you will be broken piece by piece.”
She held out her left finger before taking her right hand and began to mime pulling it back. ”I think those fingers, those joints will be the first to go.” remarked Sheeban with a devious glee.
Man, Chanko was in the zone today. There were many sources of inspiration to be had and the show had not even begun! Who knew what inspiration the jeering of the crowd would bring!? But that was for the future, the matter here was that of the present.
”Sooooo...” drawled out Sheeban as the giantess gave out a fervent grin bearing her teeth, ”...What is your choice. Choose wisely.”
Race: Human
PL: 910
Time/Date: Day 1, Morning
Location: Fighter Waiting Room
Tagging: @Slingshot @The Abyss
Well it wasn’t much yet but Chanko was fairly sure she would be able to put Hiko on the right path. At the very least he had done a few of the tasks she had told him about. Sheeban had a name to work with alongside the name of his dojo, Tsubasa Temple. Chanko would need to investigate it at some-point if only just to see how much of the basics of sports entertainment that this dinosaur man knew. Some dojos were not as willing to teach the basics of the craft as Satan’s Castle was; and Sheeban needed to know just how much he knew before she eventually contacted one of the other members in the organization to bring Hiko in.
But those thoughts quickly dissipated as she was pushed a bit by a spacer, which definitely wasn’t super elite. Letting go of Hiko’s tail, the monster of a woman let out a snarl as she pointed towards the shorter prey, ”SNNNNURK.” snorted out Sheeban as her nostrils flared,
”YO FREAK! You think you can get away with pushing The Dungeon’s Princess!?” hollered out Sheeban as she clenched her meaty fist and pointed towards Raddik. ”SUCH PITIFUL INSOLENCE SHALL NOT BE TOLERATED IN THE COURT OF SHEEBAN.” Bearing her teeth in a bestial smile Sheeban glared daggers at the space chimp, ”I’ve broken chumps like you for breakfast without breaking a sweat.”
This was followed by yet another scene of braggart flexing of her gigantic muscles ”Unlike you, I am an elegant siege machine built to rule and kill. LOOK AT THESE PYTHONS!” declared Sheeban as she once again showed off her arms before moving into another stretch. With another devious smirk she began waggling her finger, ”As such a noble ruler, I will give you two options. You shall either kneel before my superior presence or – you will be broken piece by piece.”
She held out her left finger before taking her right hand and began to mime pulling it back. ”I think those fingers, those joints will be the first to go.” remarked Sheeban with a devious glee.
Man, Chanko was in the zone today. There were many sources of inspiration to be had and the show had not even begun! Who knew what inspiration the jeering of the crowd would bring!? But that was for the future, the matter here was that of the present.
”Sooooo...” drawled out Sheeban as the giantess gave out a fervent grin bearing her teeth, ”...What is your choice. Choose wisely.”
Character Name: Sheeban
Race: Human
PL: 910
Time/Date: Day 1, Morning
Location: Waiting Room
Tagging: @slingshot
There was a flurry of thoughts going through Sheeban’s mind. The first was what sort of boonies was this dinosaur from. Hiko wasn’t capable of understanding some basic phrases of the colloquial lexicon. Perhaps he was a monk hick? But why would a beastman pterodactyl be a monk willingly? It was far more likely this was what an agent assigned him due to a lack of skill in gabbing. Plus Sheeban had already established interest, she wasn’t going to let a possible future practitioner of the techniques of the Castle go. A dinosaur man, if properly trained, would probably benefit Satan’s Castle. Plus Chanel could see this dude needed help feeling right in his own scales. It was the big-hearted thing to do.
Then there was the secondary thought when Hiko’s wings brushed against her. Her right eyebrow began twitching as Sheeban’s nostrils flared in a snort. ”You know...” the goliath began to say, ”...Copping for a feel only works if you follow through.” This statement was punctuated by Sheeban’s right meaty hand deftly reached to grab the dino’s tail.
Leaning in closer to Hiko, the giantess continued in her dialogue. ”We are not like the tiny folk; we are predators not prey. They exist to be eaten while we eat. That means showing some dignity.”
She snorted, ”Something you lack. SO...” howled out Sheeban, ”You will be under my tutelage, you will learn from and obey your princess for that is MY DECREE! Now speak up knave, speak your name.”
Race: Human
PL: 910
Time/Date: Day 1, Morning
Location: Waiting Room
Tagging: @slingshot
There was a flurry of thoughts going through Sheeban’s mind. The first was what sort of boonies was this dinosaur from. Hiko wasn’t capable of understanding some basic phrases of the colloquial lexicon. Perhaps he was a monk hick? But why would a beastman pterodactyl be a monk willingly? It was far more likely this was what an agent assigned him due to a lack of skill in gabbing. Plus Sheeban had already established interest, she wasn’t going to let a possible future practitioner of the techniques of the Castle go. A dinosaur man, if properly trained, would probably benefit Satan’s Castle. Plus Chanel could see this dude needed help feeling right in his own scales. It was the big-hearted thing to do.
Then there was the secondary thought when Hiko’s wings brushed against her. Her right eyebrow began twitching as Sheeban’s nostrils flared in a snort. ”You know...” the goliath began to say, ”...Copping for a feel only works if you follow through.” This statement was punctuated by Sheeban’s right meaty hand deftly reached to grab the dino’s tail.
Leaning in closer to Hiko, the giantess continued in her dialogue. ”We are not like the tiny folk; we are predators not prey. They exist to be eaten while we eat. That means showing some dignity.”
She snorted, ”Something you lack. SO...” howled out Sheeban, ”You will be under my tutelage, you will learn from and obey your princess for that is MY DECREE! Now speak up knave, speak your name.”
Character Name: Sheeban
Race: Human
PL: 910
Time/Date: Day 1, Morning
Location: Fighter Waiting Room
Tagging: @CommanderCool @Slingshot
There was no need to continue the battle of speeches, as for one thing Beryl was already leaving the vicinity. Another reason was they already had established themselves, Chanko Mono knew her role as the aggressor, the monster and the Witch clearly was set up as a protagonist force. Apart from that Beryl gave Chanko a red crystal; the fighter knew that exchanging tokens tended to be a sign of knowing of the business. It was something small that wouldn't draw attention to outsiders, but something that was prominent enough to signify that she too practiced the entertaining method of sports, such as Satan's Castle. Chanko tossed the crystal up and down for a few moments before she opened her locker and placed it among her belongings.
This gift would be recognized and kept to mark another who knew those ways of combat.
Slamming it shut her attention was now able to go onto the new-comer of these halls.
Sheeban began stomping over to another individual who garnered her attention. Chanko had no idea what any agent might've said to the winged-dinosaur man, but something was up with this individual. He wasn't acting like how bigger talent was expected to act. The meek display was usually reserved for tinier fellows rather than those who could be large and in charge. Chanko knew that this individual needed some help, in only a way Sheeban could give of course. After all the rest of these individuals were outsiders to the finer practices of the dojos.
Trudging along with loud and mighty steps Sheeban approached Hiko and began to prod him over and over against his side for a solid few seconds.
"Sssnruuuck." snorted out Sheeban as she peered towards the pterodactyl, "Yo! Stop being white around the gills - what do you think you are doing being meek? That is for the tiny fodder, like the other pitiful worms around you! You are big ACT big!" Chanko noted as, after all, this large individual was surely not meant for a method like this. He was probably new to teachings of the dojo and got tricked by some agent, as some of the older members of the orders liked to do to younger talent.
"NOW GIVE ME A WAR-CRY!" hollered out Sheeban as she thrust her arms up, slightly, to the ceiling as she snorted towards Hiko, "Or can you only whimper like a lowly pup?"
Race: Human
PL: 910
Time/Date: Day 1, Morning
Location: Fighter Waiting Room
Tagging: @CommanderCool @Slingshot
There was no need to continue the battle of speeches, as for one thing Beryl was already leaving the vicinity. Another reason was they already had established themselves, Chanko Mono knew her role as the aggressor, the monster and the Witch clearly was set up as a protagonist force. Apart from that Beryl gave Chanko a red crystal; the fighter knew that exchanging tokens tended to be a sign of knowing of the business. It was something small that wouldn't draw attention to outsiders, but something that was prominent enough to signify that she too practiced the entertaining method of sports, such as Satan's Castle. Chanko tossed the crystal up and down for a few moments before she opened her locker and placed it among her belongings.
This gift would be recognized and kept to mark another who knew those ways of combat.
Slamming it shut her attention was now able to go onto the new-comer of these halls.
Sheeban began stomping over to another individual who garnered her attention. Chanko had no idea what any agent might've said to the winged-dinosaur man, but something was up with this individual. He wasn't acting like how bigger talent was expected to act. The meek display was usually reserved for tinier fellows rather than those who could be large and in charge. Chanko knew that this individual needed some help, in only a way Sheeban could give of course. After all the rest of these individuals were outsiders to the finer practices of the dojos.
Trudging along with loud and mighty steps Sheeban approached Hiko and began to prod him over and over against his side for a solid few seconds.
"Sssnruuuck." snorted out Sheeban as she peered towards the pterodactyl, "Yo! Stop being white around the gills - what do you think you are doing being meek? That is for the tiny fodder, like the other pitiful worms around you! You are big ACT big!" Chanko noted as, after all, this large individual was surely not meant for a method like this. He was probably new to teachings of the dojo and got tricked by some agent, as some of the older members of the orders liked to do to younger talent.
"NOW GIVE ME A WAR-CRY!" hollered out Sheeban as she thrust her arms up, slightly, to the ceiling as she snorted towards Hiko, "Or can you only whimper like a lowly pup?"
Character Name: Sheeban
Race: Human
PL: 910
Time/Date: Day 1, Morning
Location: Fighter Waiting Room
Tagging: @CommanderCool
With her monologue finished, Sheeban did not pay any further attention to the tiny opponents until the neon clad one stepped up towards her. This one, unlike the one in black, had a certain familiar cadence to her delivery. Chanko knew this one was not from Satan's Castle, but perhaps she hailed from a similar dojo that practiced styles similar to the Path of Satan? Chanko would need to determine whether or not she was familiar with the ways, and if so, whether or not any agents have contacted her with particular details of 'the craft'...
Sheeban let out a loud snort as she lowered her head to gaze down upon the witch; her eyes were piercing down as if it was a magnifying glass upon an ant. Her lips curled into a snarl as her left meaty ham of a hand clenched into a fist, "A Witch - " began Sheeban as she let out a mighty guffaw, a boisterous belly-laugh, "Is only a concern for children and the superstitious. But I..."
Spreading her arms out wide and smirking Sheeban continued in her speech, "Am not a child like you; I am the woman who beats chumps like you in the ring - and no outside powers can save you 'Witch'. And when you step into that ring, you aren't just in a ring. You are in a Dungeon; MY DUNGEON - AND I AM ITS PRINCESS. AND IT IS MY DECREE THAT YOU WILL FALL AND KNEEL!" The seeds were laid out, if she was familiar with certain practices of dojos such as Satan's Castle Beryl would possibly pick up on the details, if not - well Chanko certainly didn't violate any of the practices of her fellow practitioners of Satan's Castle.
"So..." Sheeban said as she rolled her head around and gave out a smirk, "Will you submit now or will I have to twist your little legs until they snap?"
Race: Human
PL: 910
Time/Date: Day 1, Morning
Location: Fighter Waiting Room
Tagging: @CommanderCool
With her monologue finished, Sheeban did not pay any further attention to the tiny opponents until the neon clad one stepped up towards her. This one, unlike the one in black, had a certain familiar cadence to her delivery. Chanko knew this one was not from Satan's Castle, but perhaps she hailed from a similar dojo that practiced styles similar to the Path of Satan? Chanko would need to determine whether or not she was familiar with the ways, and if so, whether or not any agents have contacted her with particular details of 'the craft'...
Sheeban let out a loud snort as she lowered her head to gaze down upon the witch; her eyes were piercing down as if it was a magnifying glass upon an ant. Her lips curled into a snarl as her left meaty ham of a hand clenched into a fist, "A Witch - " began Sheeban as she let out a mighty guffaw, a boisterous belly-laugh, "Is only a concern for children and the superstitious. But I..."
Spreading her arms out wide and smirking Sheeban continued in her speech, "Am not a child like you; I am the woman who beats chumps like you in the ring - and no outside powers can save you 'Witch'. And when you step into that ring, you aren't just in a ring. You are in a Dungeon; MY DUNGEON - AND I AM ITS PRINCESS. AND IT IS MY DECREE THAT YOU WILL FALL AND KNEEL!" The seeds were laid out, if she was familiar with certain practices of dojos such as Satan's Castle Beryl would possibly pick up on the details, if not - well Chanko certainly didn't violate any of the practices of her fellow practitioners of Satan's Castle.
"So..." Sheeban said as she rolled her head around and gave out a smirk, "Will you submit now or will I have to twist your little legs until they snap?"
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