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Post by tessa on Jul 26, 2010 23:25:25 GMT -5
[/i]. The thing was was that she didn't move to protect herself. Why would she just let this freak come right up to her, close enough to strike? Maybe she wanted the woman to hurt her. Maybe she just thought it was useless to fight back. However one could assume (correctly) that Xara was tired of being somebody else's bitch for once. Tired of being that meek little girl people liked so very much to toss around like an old sock. She watched calmly as the woman's fist dug into her midsection. She faltered- no one could stand perfectly still after a blow like that- but she did not make a sound, nor did she take her eyes off the woman, biting her lip until it bled, quietly gasping for air. Xara pushed the pain back for a moment, her stomach burning, her breath hot and thin, hard to breath. After a while her breathing became productive and her flush faded, just in time to see yet another remarkable thing. Tenma attacked the weird woman- Nox?- and spoke to her. Her eyes widened even further as he spoke, "You. Get out." Get out? They were letting her go? Why? Were they worried for her safety- no, that didn't make sense. If there were going to be a fight who cared heads or tails whether or not Xara got hurt? Tenma and the less-freaky-than-Nox woman (Tiffany, she thought her name was) seemed only to care because of what their leader had said about keeping the cops off their ass, not because it was a human life at stake. She was so shocked she couldn't force herself to move, half wondering who was going to kill whom. Nox was packing. She could kill, easily, and Xara had no idea if this Tenma fellow could hold his own against her. Not that that was any of her business. Hell, he probably deserved it as much as he did. And yet. Ah, she didn't want to leave him to get murdered in his own home. Xara almost argued. But what would they think? She was some goody-two-shoes trying to kiss ass. But... she looked towards the door and back at the pair indecisively, the temptations tearing her to pieces. She finally moved, towards the door, accidentally brushing past the Tiffany woman a bit too roughly, and shot her an apologetic look. She made it out the door and around the corner, and stopped. Listening. Was he going to be OK? [/ul][/blockquote][/size]
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Post by -иoxx on Jul 27, 2010 22:26:23 GMT -5
she saw it coming, tenma out of the corner of her eye. there was no way should could be caught by surprise, she always knew. though her movements weren't as quick as her mind. on that note, she braced herself for impact by clenching her fists and holding her abs. tenma ran into noxx tackling her into the ground. though she didn't get the wind knocked out of her, head collided with the floor. lips into a perfect sneering snarl, immediately wrapped her legs around tenma's hips and dived for her belt; attempting to draw a knife. if this movement was successful, the cool blade would be pressed against such warm skin right above tenma's jugular. one hand there, the other was wrapped around his neck. it was almost funny. and it plainly shown on noxx's face.
giggling, said softly "oh ten... i never knew you were so interested." nor that you could ever really hurt me. tightening her legs around his hips, couldn't help but feel incontrol of the situation despite her position. fight back, get wounded, have fun slicing ten up, have make-up sex, avoid the fight and just have sex, or tease tenma into releasing her and then slice open his arm. the last one seemed very lovely, very lovely indeed. what was sex when you could induce pain upon other people at her own pleasure. giggling, thought to self 'what a sadistic bitch i am... '
{around 225 Words} {Noxx in Human Form} {Non-Hostile} {SORRY SO SHORT}
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Post by Aria ! on Jul 29, 2010 9:16:11 GMT -5
Tenma caught the movement in time to force her hand to the ground with the knife in it, knife stabbing into the floor. He might have only been trained to fight with what he had with him at all times, but he wasn't at a disadvantage when weapons were involved either. He was still physically stronger than her despite everything else. The fact that she did all kinds of drugs wouldn't help her out here, either.
Ignoring her sexual gesture with ease, only vaguely listened as she spoke. "oh ten... i never knew you were so interested." Like hell he was.
"Don't insult me." He growled. "The day someone like you catches my interest is the day Satan rises from hell." His voice was deep, threatening, and held no need for dishonesty. Tenma didn't need to lie. He wasn't interested in someone with dangerous ambitions, someone who would get themselves killed over such a futile, fleeting thing. Not someone who was so much like his previous self. He regretted nothing about his past life, and he'd take it back in a heartbeat- to be back as a dog in that ring, fighting for your life every day. It was where he was raised, the only thing he knew was that place.
Shoving himself up, off the ground and off of Noxx to a standing position, gave her only a disgusted look before walking back to his room, "Get the hell out of my bar." The only words he said as he went. If Noxx had managed to slice him with her knife-pointed shoes he hadn't noticed or cared, and it hadn't stopped him from going.
[bleh, no muse. sorry. xP Tenma couln't hurt her? Like hell he couldn't. She thinks she's all big and bad because she's packing a few extra pounds of weaponry, pssh, Tenma would still kick her ass. <3 He has an incredibly high tolerance for pain blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah -ramble-]
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Post by brittaney on Jul 29, 2010 21:16:31 GMT -5
Tiffany watched in an unamused fashion as Noxx flirted with Tenma, but was satisfied when he told her to get out of his bar after getting off of her. A small satisfied smile creeped its way across her face as she scoffed at Noxx and held the door open next to her, "Trash first." She commented as she held her hand up in a gesturing motion outside.
She watched as Tenma made his way back to his bedroom out of the corner of her eye, looking for any new wounds on his body that he might of sustained in his tussle with Noxx. If he didn't take care of it, no one would. Well, she would.
(Sorry its so short. Didn't know what else to do at this point. lol I feel like I'm making Tiffany too soft when she's around Tenma though...Hehe an assassin with feelings XD)
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Post by tessa on Jul 29, 2010 21:59:24 GMT -5
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Post by -иoxx on Jul 30, 2010 18:16:13 GMT -5
not at all disappointed or surprised when tenma pushed himself up and strode away. pulling herself into a sitting position, watched him walk away with almost a satisfied grin on her face. 'get out.. my ass.' standing, sheathed her knife which she had instinctively and playfully drawn, studied the fighter dog in front of her. poor bloke, so confused in his own turmoil and emotions. scoffing slightly, turned when she heard tiff's voice. what was this? she was calling her trash? grinning, made a mock bow and gestured towards the door. "then you best be leaving." but giving a chuckle, exited the bar without anything phasing her. walking, her lovely boots clicking one after another, noticed two thugs ahead, and then an ignorant thief in the shadows. giggling, strode over to Xara and raised her fist. attempting to land it right in her ribs.
what she wouldn't do to have a fight at the moment. not /really/ wanting to fight with assassins whose blood was too pure to be spilled. but some disgusting piece of theilf could die and no one would turn a head. looming over Xara, took her elbow and landed a blow near xar's shoulder. bruises, blood, stab, bullet, maybe even a bite wound here and there. as long as she could walk, talk, see, listen, and as long as she wasn't dead on the ground. she felt free reign; obeying rohj halfheartedly and being an incompetent prick to tenma all the same. "He did say, not his his bar."
{SOME PATHETIC AMOUNT OF Words} {Noxx in Human Form} {Non-Hostile} {xD shortness ftw}
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Post by Sinneh on Aug 5, 2010 8:33:13 GMT -5
D’Alerian had been out and about throughout the day, running errands and gathering important information needed for the guild and such. The bad thing about having had to do simple, tedious tasks was that his plans for “fun” had been cancelled, putting him in a rather agitated mood. He was dressed in grey-washed jeans with a silver/blue graphic t-shirt, and a black “men’s” vest, giving him a sharp, styled look overall that fit his well-built athletic form. Footwear he chose his usual combat boots, jeans covering them for the most part as well as his Military issue boot knife. His 10mm Glock 20 was strapped behind his right hip, loaded with a full magazine of 15 rounds well concealed. He made his way towards the bar, his long strides purposeful and precise in a fluid gait that seemed effortless for someone reaching 6’8. Normally he would’ve turned a few heads, but there were hardly any people around out now. No matter, a devious smirk played on his full lips, striking royal blue eyes flashed in the light of the fading sun and new streetlights of the approaching dusk. He was heartbreakingly handsome, with devilishly gorgeous looks that could make any woman swoon at the mere sight of him, but it was his intimidating stare and ever present smirk that portrayed him as the raw beast he was.
Rounding a corner, he saw a pair of shady figures he automatically categorized as simple thugs, mere street trash littering assassin grounds. Ugh, why couldn’t they go over to Thief territory or better yet go rot in jail? They were in his path, and part of him wished for a fight given his pent up irritation, though the other half just wanted to elt loose and have a few drinks in the bar. The decision was made for him it seems when he was no more than a yard away and they looked him up and down, crossing his path and stopping right in the middle of it. “What’ve we here man?—Nice threads homes, how ’bout sharing? They spoke with their slang accent that came with most illiterates, broadening his smirk into a sardonic grin he slowed and hooked his hands in his jean pockets. None of your fucking business, and yeah right, the only thing I’d give you two would be an ass whipping and maybe a bullet in your head.” His husky baritone was clearly insulting, but amused at the same time. They both stood for a moment with shock on their faces in disbelief that this man would even think about bad mouthing obvious thugs. They both moved to block his path, one glaring and seething while the other was still in mild shock and confusion. The confused one spoke up again, Whatever man, like you could. Rolling his eyes and he pulled up the front of his shirt to show up a handgun, which Dare noticed was still on Safety. The angry one picked up and took a step forward, tilting his head back a bit to look at him directly in the eyes. Watch it man, you might just find that happening to yourself, we don’t play around. And he casually pulled out a switchblade before adjusting the handgun also tucked behind the front of his shirt. Wow, they’re actually trying to intimidate Dare, it actually made him chuckle. Somthin’ funny there man? I don’t remember telling you to laugh? Said the angry one, voice rising in a fail attempt to sound tough. Chill out man, we’re here for the girl remember? The confused one said, putting a warning hand on angry ones shoulder. Both of them turned their best glares on Dare, which made him outright laugh again. Yeah, you two dumb fucks acting like y’all are the shit, now why don’t you both head on home and screw each other since you have nothing better to do tonight. I don’t want to see you two- or any other thugs here from now on. His insulting tone took a lethal twist there at the end, both a warning and an order. Angry one called him some name and pulled out his switchblade again, but before he could even pull it out Dare side kicked him center in his chest, sending him backwards on the ground where he landed flat on his back with his head hitting against the side of the building they were in front of. The confused thug reached under his shirt again for his gun, but with a quickness and ease foreign to them he whirled on his feet to face the new target, grabbing his wrist and twisting it in an angle where he dropped the gun. He twisted harder, bringing the guy to his knees, applying enough pressure to give his wrist a severe sprain before snapping out his leg in a vicious kick that landed square in the guys face and knocked him backwards as well. But with Dare still gripping his wrist he sort of slung around until Dare let go. The angry thug had recovered himself and had just got his breath back- that was until Dare noticed him and lunged for him. He shoved him back against the wall, and then slammed the side of his face into the wall, blood dripping from the cuts and scrapes on his face and now the new broken nose when Dare forcefully wrenched the guys head to hit full on with the wall. He slouched against the wall and slid down, groaning in pain to his knees before dropping to all fours and heaving. Confused thug was cradling his wrist to his chest and was beginning to search for his gun, and when he did Dare stomped on his hand in a knuckle cracking hit before stepping forward and bringing his other leg forward as if walking for a harsh kick to the face.
Now that both men were sufficiently beaten up, D’Alerian spoke again. And to punctuate his words he went over to angry thug and in a sweeping kick he impacted the thug’s side of the head, mainly temple, shooting the head directly into the wall with a sick crack. Now he wasn’t sure if angry thug would come out alive, he probably had a cracked skull now along with his other wounds. He lay on the ground, unconscious and bleeding. Confused thug stumbled to his feet and after grumbling out some threats and insults ran off back where he came as fast as his dazed mind and hurting body would allow. D’Alerian watched until the other was out of sight, and the turned back down the sidewalk leading towards the bar. He had done a public service, kicking some random thugs asses, where one would die without medical attention like NOW, but who cares really? He heard a woman’s voice up ahead, sounding an awful lot like Noxx, a fellow assassin guildmember. Picking up his pace and straining his senses he made out two female figures up ahead.
“Noxx? What’s going on?” [/color] He asked, projecting his voice so it would carry out to the pair. He had closed most of the separation now, a few yards away and yeah he sure saw Noxx, and some vaguely familiar woman, the name escaping him at the moment. Looks like he had stumbled into a fight. {!,245 words D'Alerian V'Aidan Kattalakis Muse: Good Notes: Nupe}[/blockquote]
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