Big Blue Bull Brawl

by **Calters** on September 7th, 2014, 2:03 am

4th of Fall, 514 AV

"Move it, petcher!"

Calters scowled in the direction of the voice. No one in here was being very polite, nor had they been polite for the past few days. It seemed to him that he was the only one with any sense left in Riverfall.

I'm doing the right thing by taking off work and celebrating. I can't let these people pull me down. I just need a little more ale...

What exactly he was celebrating was unbeknownst, even to the boy musician. All he knew was that the air had a strange quality about it. It felt like a song, hovering thick and heavy in the air, bringing a soothing bliss to nest inside his head. The song carried all throughout the city, sending various persons into a frenzy and cooling the torrential moods of others. Calters was one of the lucky few who were calmed by the feeling and Rhaus be damned if he wasn't going to celebrate a city-wide, cheerful song.

The Akvatari fluttered his wings indignantly and strutted up to the bar.
"I'll get a glass of wine."

The bartender squinted suspiciously, but fetched the drink nevertheless. It was strange to see anyone surrounded by ale so unhappy, but who was Calters to judge? I might be grumpy too if I couldn't drink any of it.

Just as Cal popped the top and took a long drink- much too big for wine- the same man from earlier bellowed at the top of his lungs. The Akvatari turned and glared at the offending customer. He wanted to cover his ears, but the wine would have spilled all over him and he very much preferred being dry and deaf than wet and scared by the loud noises.

"You wanna say that t'my face, you vagik? Huh? Huh?!"

The bartender threw down whatever he had been holding and scrambled forward, holding out his hands in a cautionary gesture. He began the same speech he delivered every day at work as he stepped between the angry patrons. It wasn't that he cared about them, but it was routine to throw out those who were drawing attention.
"Aye now fellas, this is a reputable business and we don't tolera-"

His words were broken mid-sentence with a sound that could only belong to the impact of flesh on flesh. A feral sound ripped from the attacker, turning him into a beast. He brought to mind pictures of predators with fangs and narrow, sharp eyes. His own eyes were indeed narrowed and his nose was crinkled and flared in rage. The sight might have been funny, had Cal's life not been in limbo.

The Akvatari tried his best to creep around the scene, avoiding the crumbled body of the bartender and avoiding meeting the injured man's eyes. His wings brushed gently against a table or two but the sound was unnoticeable. Despite the eerie silence of the calm before the storm, he nearly made his escape. Just before he reached the door, a meaty hand clasped his shoulder.

A growl met his ear, hot and fast.
"I suggest you gimme that bottle, ya li'l shyke."

Calters' eyes widened involuntarily. His hands gripped the bottle so tightly that he thought it might burst in his hands. When he found the courage to speak, it was little more than a whisper but the words sounded like gunshots in the hushed room.
"This is mine."

The thick hand spun him around and leaned close to the musician's face. When he spoke, he sprayed spit on Cal's face, which Cal quickly wiped away on his shoulder.
"Yeah? And now it's my weapon so I can teach this petcher a lesson. You wanna help or are you gonna give it to me?"

Calters stood frozen, mouth gaping open comically. His eyes blinked rapidly in an effort to process the scene, but he made no progress. It seemed, from the inside, that he was in shock.

by **Ssezzkero** on September 7th, 2014, 3:01 am

Kero never went to Taverns. Ever. But today, or tonight, she felt like it. And so she did. Another thing that was so unusual to her. But to enter such a notoriously tough Tavern had her questioning herself. But clearly she didn't doubt herself enough to keep from opening the door to the establishment. When the small snake sauntered into the bar, she didn't give the massive blue men around her a glance. Confidence filled her strides, pulling her towards the alcohol that she craved. "Give me an ale." She said simply, standing on her toes to let her elbows rest on the bar. The bartender didn't seem all that happy to be taking orders, especially from someone her size, but he didn't say a word. It took his practiced hands seconds to pour her a shot of something native to Riverfall.

Keri took the drink, glancing behind her at the room around her. Two Akalaks were staring each other down, but it didn't seem all that unusual in theTavern that day. Everyone seemed to be on edge lately, and Keri was no exception. Her immediate reaction was to take her Ale and revert to the corner of the room where she would be able to watch the social jungle and generally stay out of people's way, but she decided against it. She didn't come to the notorious tavern to be lonely. But Keri didn't get a chance to decide much before the two arguing men escalated.

An insult rang out, which started to attract the attention of those closest to him. The bartender was quick, ready to stop whatever was going to happen before it did, but one Akalak silenced him. It was then that the Tavern started to quiet down, waiting for the first move, the first act of violence. It was all anyone really wanted, violence. And it was exactly what they got. The shock of the impact resonated through the Tavern, forcing a flinch from Sezkero. She was far from used to such a noise. Normally Keri would have found herself turning around at the first sign of trouble, finding her way out of the establishment, but for some reason she stepped closer. She wanted to see better. Apparently someone else did not. Some winged man was trying to slither out of the way, holding a bottle of wine close to his chest.

"I suggest you gimme that bottle, ya li'l shyke." The man turned to the escaping man, who showed that he not only had wings but a tail as well. Keri could only ponder this for a second before she lost interest. Who cared? He seemed to be fine with it ...

"It's mine." Keri could hear the fear in his voice, the whole Tavern could. It was exactly the thing that any person would target their aggression on, something that had been made obvious to the Iyvess more than once.

"Yeah? And now it's my weapon so I can teach this petcher a lesson. You wanna help or are you gonna give it to me?" And then Keri completely suprised herself. She did not turn away, fearful and unable to help. She took a step forward.

"Hey!" Her sharp voice sliced the air and Keri placed a hand on the Akalak's chest. Her heart was beating far faster than she thought was possible, but her expression was completely calm, if not a little defiant. Every nerve in her body screamed for her to back away, to run, but she didn't. Instead she funneled her strength into her arm, pushing the massive Akalak back a bit. She took a step forward, pushing her own face into his, a motion that was less intimidating to a man who stood two feet above herself. She barely reached his leather-clad chest. "The bartender said, knock it off."

Keri was sick of being surprised by herself, but the growl that erupted from her own lips would have sent her running. However, the Akalak did not have the same reaction. He thought she was amusing. He forced out a deep rumble of laughter, placing a hand on her shoulder and moving her aside with ease. "You don't realize what you are getting into, little girl."

Who the petch does he think he is? The thought that weaved itself into her brain was barely enough time to warn her against herself. Anger pulled her lips down and forced adrenaline through her arms. Two hands pushed back this time. "Don't you dare!" She yelled to the man, forcing him to take a step back. Keri wasn't surprised her her own strength, the strength she held was proportionate to her snake form. But he didn't know that, and so the shock that was written across his face was almost comical. But it quickly turned to anger, he didn't have time for her, apparently.

"You better watch yourself, little lady." He shoved her aside again, apparently he had little apprehension about hurting a woman. Her shoulder sank from his force, enraging her even more. Someone else had a problem with his lack of thought though.

"Leave the woman alone." Someone said, placing a hand on the man's shoulder. Immediately the sound of impact rattled Keri's bones again. It was time to leave, but she didn't want to. The man reacted accordingly, curling his own fingers and returning the courtesy. With one quick motion, her leg flew up, her knee colliding with his precious fruits. Keri didn't give him a chance to react, throwing a punch towards his stomach with her left hand and holding her ale away from the action with the other arm. Her knuckles didn't seem to make an effect, but her knee definitely did.

The violence was so impossibly unlike her, but it felt good. She turned to look at the winged man who seemed to have accidentally started everything. One eyelid fluttered down, a sly grin pulling across the snake's face and she inwardly agreed with herself. Violence felt great.

Until it was returned.

Something collided with her jaw, throwing her to the floor in an instant, the heavy leather boots that surrounded her blurring together and immediately she felt he sharp jab of pain weave its talons into her teeth.

PC/NPC Talking -- Common -- Thoughts

by **Calters** on September 7th, 2014, 4:03 am

A woman. It just had to be a woman.

While he sat there shaking in his metaphorical boots, a woman the size of a large dog had stepped in and saved him. This realization was almost as shocking as the fight itself. When the coy little thing turned and winked at him, he nearly lost his balance.

Yet she was the first one to hit the ground.

A solid hit right in the jaw brought her to the floor. She lay sprawled out there, doing nothing but accepting the brutal assault of the Akalak's boots. If Calters had been dismissive of the bully before, he was possessed with a need for revenge now.

His empty fist balled up and swung forward, landing on an Akalak's shoulder with the force of a falling leaf. The towering beast swiveled his head, meeting Cal's eyes just in time to see the fear light up in those sky blue orbs. The monster went for a swing, narrowly missing Calters' collarbone. Instead, the punch cracked into his shoulder with a disheartening crunch.

The Akvatari moaned loudly, unwisely drawing the attention of a few eyes. Luckily, they turned back to their business, engaged in the full-blown brawl once more, leaving the boy to grip his shoulder and hiss at the pounding pain.

His eyes clamped shut in perfect timing so that he didn't have to see the blood seep out of his leg as something sharp nicked it. The Akvatari panicked, his arms flailing out and forgetting about his drink. The wine sloshed over its edges, spilling on the head of a nearby drunk. The now-dripping man sputtered something unintelligible before stumbling towards the bar and away from the chaos. Although the lack of reaction was a relief, it was still bizarre and threw the boy off a bit.

Confused and disoriented, Cal swung back towards the door. He made it a few hurried steps before he caught sight of the woman still on the floor.

I do owe her...petch! Why'd she have to save me?

Reluctantly, he approached the huddle. He tapped the shoulder of the Akalak, unsure of what he planned to do, but confident of the outcome. By the time the Akalak turned around, Calters had lashed out with the bottle.

The glass connected with the beast's cheek, resulting in glass shards falling like hail, with thin dribbles of blood and saliva serving as the make-shift rain.

by **Ssezzkero** on September 14th, 2014, 1:58 am

Sezkero had never been hit in such a way before. Her usual pacifist nature kept her well out of the hands of violence, and despite the sharp pain that was weaving it's way through her jaw, she felt energized. And, she realized as she slowly got to her feet, a little bit dizzy. Something in her brain had gotten off kilter, but it only took her a few moments to right herself, her head snapping up when she heard glass shattering. The winged man-seal was on top of the giant! Sezkero could see that around them, the rest of the bar took their chance to start swinging punches, which suddenly made the small snakes surroundings all the more dangerous for her. She was not equipped to deal with the giant blue brutes that surrounded her ... Or maybe she was.

Kero took a step towards where the winged seal-man had lodged a fair amount of glass into the man's cheek. Her skirt had grown heavy where she had managed to spill her own ale all over it. But it was the least of her worries. The snake's wide blue eyes were focused on the Akalak that came up behind the two original brawlers, ready to help his friend who had recently been bashed over the head with glass. It was obvious that the winged man would not be able to handle both, maybe not even with her help. But she would try.

"Hey!" Her shrill voice called up to the second attacker. What had this winged man gotten himself into? Hiking her sopping skirt up to her knees, she could feel adrenaline pumping through her legs. Although that was the only energy coursing in her muscles. Sezkero could feel her res beginning to pool in her heel. Just before reaching the Akalak, the Iyvess crouched, ready to spring upwards. Dropping her skirt and extending her muscles, Kero released her res, letting a gust of air amplify her jump. It didn't nearly have the effect she wanted it to. Too bad air was her element, if she had started with earth or fire ...

Kero didn't have time for wishes before she was also on top of an Akalak. A rush of dizziness threatened to bring her back to the grounds, but Sezkero clung to the massive blue shoulders. Tiny fingers weaved themselves in the Akalaks black hair, and she pulled his head back with all her strength. With his arms already outstretched, ready to grab the winged man, his reaction was almost identical to a horse. His body reeled back, making Sezkero loose her grip on his shoulders, gravity pulling her back onto the dirty floor.

Gods, she did not want to be the one washing her clothes after this.

"Oof!" The pain that shot through her own shoulder wasn't comparative to the throbbing in her jaw, but either way she didn't care. And the Akalak didn't either, still wanted to pluck the winged seal from his friend's shoulders. In an effort to stay in charge, Sezkero stuck her feet out, hooking the heel of his and sending him down to the ground with her.

Common - Snake-Tongue - PC/NPC Talking - Thoughts

by **Tydus Tempest** on September 17th, 2014, 4:08 am

The sweet symphony of violence was so... amusing. A vibrant smile graced Tydus Tempest's lips as he watched the chaos from afar. Seated in a table, far from the brawl that had began to break out, Tydus for the moment did nothing to flee. Nor did he do anything to involve himself. The Tempest scion watched with laughter in his eyes as a young woman and some strange, disgusting creature burst forward into the combat. However, it was the woman that was so much more interesting. She threw magic from her body, releasing gas that then turned into a gust of air to leap at her opponent, but it yielded little effect.

How... horrid. What's the point in being a practitioner of a magic if you can't even do anything with it?

It was completely disgraceful. Another showing of worthlessness. Another demonstration of mediocrity that had no place being demonstrated. Instability, insecurity... weakness. These were the factors and qualities that did not belong. They were the foolishness that stemmed from ignorance and the very things that Tydus sought to amuse himself with.

So far... there are only...

The Tempest pointed his fingers to count each person in turn, and found that it was... perfect.

Four. Four people. Two Akalaks, a fucking seal, and some mediocre mage. Let's make things more intense.

The Tempest wanted to involve more people, to spur additional scum into action and further expand the scale. So, he decided to add an additional member into the fray. Tydus was close enough to the exit to make an escape if he chose to, and thus...

He wove his djed.

Pleasure racked through the Tempest's senses as he took a short breath. The presence of a person, the bubble of self that others dare not invade without purpose, it bent to the whims of a Hypnotist. The Svefra welled with it, he commanded it. Mustering forth his djed, he sought to expand his presence. And it began with a single thought, vocalized as he noted an Akalak that seemed troubled. At the precipice between involvement and minding his own business, perhaps? Tydus caught the Akalak's attention, his features mirroring that of a troubled, fearful man.

Poorly done, but Tydus compensated by filling his voice with hysteria, pouring djed into the lining of his throat as he sought to implant the same feeling into the Akalak, as well. Panic, fear. They worked in unison with a sense of justice or camaraderie. They worked for Tydus now. An emotional response layered with a piercing thought. And with that, the Svefra sought to weave his machinations,

"Why are the Akalaks having trouble...? Someone should help them! Maybe it's that mage, she looks dangerous..."

Strike forth at the mage!

The Tempest wove the thought into the troubled Akalak's mind, he surged it forward with the intent of intensifying the well of battle. The thought would discretely fester within a distracted mind as the chaos of battle ensued. And thus, the Akalak would soon rise and heed the sudden compulsion, looking to the Tempest with a nod,

"You're absolutely right..."

Of course he was. The Tempest had initially suspected camaraderie between the overly tall, muscular... creatures that ruled over the city of Riverfall. How wonderful it was to be correct. And Tydus reveled in the violence. The chaos of it all. It... made him feel alive. Far more than any sort of alcohol ever had. It was a pull equal to the one that wove within his loins, and the weaving of the magic surged brilliant chills down his spine. Reaching for his sash, the Tempest ensured that his dagger was easily accessible. It was as the violence expanded with the resurgence of focus upon the woman that Tydus finally brought himself to a standing position.

He wanted to better view it all. And then, he would leave. A silent member of an otherwise panicked audience, Tydus reveled in their distress. Perhaps, he would intensify it all the more. He just had to find the right targets. The Tempest had found as of late that he enjoyed the panic. He enjoyed watching a spinning wheel in the works. And more so, he reveled in spinning it himself.

If only they could suffer more intensely. But, this will suffice for now. There are others to involve, one at a time.

Entrance NoteSorry, I really wanted to jump in and stir some chaos in a brawl. Feel free to involve Tydus if you want to, but I'd vastly prefer intensifying it from afar. Enjoy!

Fratava | Hypnotic Fratava | Common | Hypnotic Common | Vani

by **Yra** on September 17th, 2014, 5:52 am

In the end, what it came down to was that Yra simply wanted to enjoy a drink. She might have started the evening on good terms, with a glass of wine and smile, but things were certainly coming to close in on that pleasantness and turning the evening to something very unwelcome and very unpleasant.

She had been content to sit there, as far from the skirmish as possible while retaining her position at the bar. In fact, the woman had tried to make herself appear as small as possible to go unnoticed, seeing how the Akalak fell upon the woman as if she were as large and strong as one of them.

Yra was not blind to what had been happening recently. She could neither taste nor smell change upon the wind, but she could hear the changes as they came. Familiar faces bared their teeth in snarls sometimes where there ought to be smiles. People smiled when they should have been snarling. It was a strange world. The Ethaefal, in her confusion after having been plucked from Mizahar and then brought back to an unfamiliar place, was taken aback by what she began to accept was a natural consequence of living in a city where giant blue men were the only power to fear.

Yra finished her glass, clasping the stem of the glass within pale fingers, and slipped from her seat. Flight was a delicately orchestrated action. She was not human, not a fighter, and not malicious; fleeing a fight did not harm her pride where it would have stung the pride of others. She was not pulled in to join and fight, simply because the brawlers were unfamiliar.

She finally ducked away from the bar as another Akalak ran forward to join his brothers. She would have left entirely had she not seen the Svefra watching, and she immediately stepped over to him with giving the brawl a wide berth. She was intent on avoiding them.

"What are you doing?" Her voice was a murmur, and she only spoke when she was near enough for him to hear her above the din. Fingers closed around his forearm and the Ethaefal righted herself somewhere partially behind him, obviously intending him as a shield while she satisfied her curiosity in case something came from the brawl. There was a particularly wet sound of flesh smacking flesh, and she supposed that meant someone was bleeding badly. Yra did not flinch and the barest edge of a smirk tugged her lips.

by **Ssezzkero** on October 24th, 2014, 11:05 pm

Shyke. Shyke. Shyke. Shyke... Sezkero scrambled to her feet in an effort to get away from the Akalak who was trying to reach for her on the ground. The man was a bit slower at getting up than her, which would have given the snake perfect timing to slither away. It wouldn't be unusual for her to duck out of sight and leave the tavern for someone else to help the seal-man. Although this new and foreign adrenaline filled her veins the snake had a hard time remembering what exactly they were fighting about. Someone else's argument somehow pulled the seal-man in, which pulled her in... Sezkero's thoughts were distracted by the sight of another Akalak's glare. Someone was talking to him, but Sezkero didn't pay much attention to the other man, as the Akalak's stare sent a chill down her spine. He had a worried confidence in his step when he left the human which helped Sezkero come to a quick conclusion. Shyke again. Kero cursed to herself, glancing back at the man who the new Akalak had listened to. A smug grin rested on his face, but Sezkero didn't think too much about it, worried more about the Akalak she was already fighting as well as the one approaching her.

Kero hopped back twice on her heels, trying to evade the two men and decide how she was going to handle it. It was becoming increasingly clear that brute force was not going to help her. While she may be nearly as strong as the Akalaks, her size was a disadvantage. One hand flew up to her jaw, fingers hovering on the sensitive skin. She watched as the approaching Akalak helped her attacker up. It was time to leave. But her eye was caught by someone behind the Akalak. A man, likely human, was watching the brawl intently, but it didn't seem like he wanted to join in.

Too bad she wasn't poisonous in her human form.

"Well boysss..." Sezkero let her tongue drag on the 's', willing her foreign accent to add to whatever shred of intimidation she had managed to rack up during the brawl. "Thiss was nicce and all. But I'm afraid we'll have to reconvene at another time..." Sezkero's wide pupils flitted between the two hulking figures for a fraction of a second before she darted. Quick feet brought her to the side, opposite of where the seal-man was continuing his brawl. She weaved around someone else, attempting to avoid the sharp elbows that seemed to be perfect height to knock her head.

Of course, Sezkero was not the only quick thinker. The new Akalak cut her off, placing a hand on her shoulder. A yelp of surprise bubbled from her lips and she tried to yank her shoulder away. Res pooled in her finger tips as she turned to the man, swinging her arm around so it was twisted around his. With a burst of strength she pulled, throwing him off balance and removing his hand from hers. She could feel the Res gathering in her palm now, and she imagined her hand was growing heavier, although she knew it wasn't. The new Akalak was clearly surprised by her strength, not expecting a small human-looking woman to have so much muscle. Unlike the other one, he didn't flinch. His hands were on her shoulders again and she felt her feet leave the ground, and not by her say-so.

"Put me down you monkey!" Her shoulder screamed in pain at the sudden grip. Her hand was now full of her res, and she needed a way to dispense it, quickly. The snake shoved her hand forward, but she couldn't quite reach the Akalak's face, where she hoped to hit him with a burst of air. Sezkero let her res loose, but it leaked out slower than she would have liked. She wasn't used to her Reimancy yet, and definitely not used to using it as a weapon. Instead of a rush of wind leaving her hand, she felt it come back. She heard the Akalak gasp, as if someone had started to strangle him, and his grip loosened. Sezkero took the advantage to kick out with her feet, forcing him to put her down.

It was time to leave now.

The Snake hit the floor on her heels, wobbling for a second before swiveling in the opposite direction. Her direction was towards the door and away from any and all blue she saw, but she realized she would have two pursuers. Not exactly the kind of guests that she wanted to take home. Her hand rested on the metal of the door and she yanked it open, the cool night air coming to meet her. She looked behind her, finding her feet taking her in another direction, away from her escape. She let the door swing shut behind her, crouching down behind a table. It was the oldest trick in the book, but much to the snake's surprise, it worked. The two Akalaks stormed out of the Tavern, leaving their buddy to deal with the winged-seal-man alone. Sezkero could hear her heart thumping in her ears, and she lowered herself so that she was sitting instead of crouching. The snake suddenly had a wave of embarrassment. What was she doing fighting for nothing? A sigh escaped her lips and she brought her hand up to rest on her hurt shoulder, which was now announcing its injury to her nerves. The pain from her injuries finally got through to her and Sezkero was perfectly content with sitting in the corner of the Tavern, surrounded by chair legs in an attempt to avoid the brawling that was consuming each customer in the establishment.

Common - Snake-Tongue - PC/NPC Talking - Thoughts

by **Rosela** on February 28th, 2015, 1:42 am

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