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Post by Marquis on Jul 11, 2012 21:41:49 GMT -5
The masked figure strode into the Griffon Wing's great hall. There was no way to read his face or emotion. At least until he sat down at an empty table, removing the bandana, mask and cloak he was wearing. It seemed that a majority of his body was covered in bandage, and he had faded blue hair with dark blue eyes. There was an intricate tattoo on the left side of his face.
The area over his heart was not covered by bandage however. It revealed a Fairy Tail stamp, very faded blue. He seemed to order a single apple and well, a barrel of alcohol that was brought to him as he began to drink. He didn't seem to generally care that drinking an entire barrel of alcohol would even phase the guild's member at Griffon Wing, as he placed his head down on the table and stared at the apple intently.
He did this for a few minutes before stretching his neck out and taking a bite from it. His bite was quite large, taking a good chuck out of the apple. He chewed slowly, perhaps due to the amount of alcohol in his system or some other reason. Uh.... I can still think straight. I'm going to die if none of these people react, he thought, hiccuping and blinking as he shooking his head.
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Post by mcstorm on Jul 11, 2012 22:25:39 GMT -5
Soul walked into his Guild with bandaged Abs. Just returning from a mission the young man was exhausted. He ordered an Ice tea and sat down. Soul looked around the room it was same old same old as usual. It was then that an unusual face caught his eye. He received his iced Tea and walked over to the glum looking man. Sitting down and taking a sip f his cold drink. Soul noticed the barrel of alcohol, and couldn't help but wonder if he really drank the whole thing. "So what brings you here?"
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Post by Marquis on Jul 11, 2012 22:46:19 GMT -5
His face shot up in pure joy when someone approched him and asked why he was there. He waved to the man and hiccuped again. "Uh, oh I'm from Fairy Tail. Guildmaster Fawn sent me to you'know... be friendly and all that!", he said happily, exclaiming a bit more than a sober Deion might. He reached for the apple and took another bite. "I like it here. You guys aren't what I thought.", he said inbetween bites.
He offered his hand to the mage that approched him. "I'm --hic-- Deion Ryder. Glad to be here on this fine evening.", he said, patting the barrel that used to be full of alcohol. Before he could actually shake hands he collasped back down onto the table and chuckled dumbly. "Maybe... just maybe, I drank a little too much alchohol.", he stated while laughing at himself.
He was now hugging the barrel, having set the now half-eaten apple back down, completely ignoring the man near him. He seemed to whisper something to the barrel before looking back up at the man. He looked confused and perpleced and then spoke. "Do I know you?", Deion asked the man.
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Post by mcstorm on Jul 11, 2012 23:31:34 GMT -5
Soul found a smirk fall upon his face. "Fairy tail huh? well you're always more then welcome to stop by here we're friends aren't we?." Soul said as the man was hugging his barrel. "You probably do not know me and I do not know of you. The name is Soul." Truth be told he was glad Fairy tail visited that meant they were still on good terms with them. If their was guild he didn't want to fight it was them. "Master should be here shortly if you wish to speak with her."
Then again this guy is drunk off his ass. Maybe speaking with the master isn't the best idea. Soul started to ponder in his thoughts as he took a gulp of iced tea. Man this drink is delicious.
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Post by Marquis on Jul 11, 2012 23:40:05 GMT -5
"Oh yeah! Cheers to friends all that.", he sad, lifting his face from the table and smiling with a hand raised in a half-attempt. He slumped against the barrel and stared at the apple again. He seemed lost in his thoughts, which were much more intellgent than he seemed. Riley Aquila huh? Fawn told me that name. Never told me what the guildmaster of Griffon Wing looked like though, Deion thought as he blankly shook the barrel before setting it down.
He yawned, grabbing the apple and taking another large bite. He blinked and looke around for a garbage can. He didn't spot one and simply left it on the barrel and stood up, stretching. One could hear his bones snapping. "So, friend Soul eh?", he asked, not having intended for a question. "What do y'all do 'round here for fun --hic-- you know, entertainment and stuff?", he asked as a intended question.
"After all...", he started, stretching once again, "... I am your ally, aren't I?", he questioned, somehow starting to seem slightly more intelligent, despite the fact he stared at the barrel before puking into it. "I need to do something while I wait for her.", he said, wiping what puke he had on his face away with bandage he removed from his own outfit.
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mcstorm
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Post by mcstorm on Jul 12, 2012 0:07:36 GMT -5
Soul almost couldn't believe his eyes. D-did this guy just puke into the barrel then use a sentence suffering the master? The young lad simply sighed and stood up. "I don't know what peaks your interest, but for fun I tend to spar a lot. Other people use the Game room there we have billiards, poker,darts among-st other things. So tell me what are you interested in? It's my job to make sure your visit is splendid after all nobody else did" Soul said before polishing off his iced tea.
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Post by Marquis on Jul 12, 2012 0:16:26 GMT -5
"A game room --hic-- I kinda like pools better. Better view and all.", he said, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. He smiled while he did so. "Beside, I don't think my depth perception is at an all time high right now.", he stated, having some trouble standing. "It's the thought that counts though.", he said, until he noticed the mention of a spar.
He grunted. Then yawned. He stared at Soul, trying to place the man's strength. Then he burped rudely, excusing himself to go find the washroom. It seemed to take him a bit, but he returned, smelling less of alcohol and moreso like soap. "I think I got soap in my mouth...", he seemed to pout, simply out of boredum. He looked at Soul and seemed shocked to see him.
"Right... right. You said something about a spar, right?", Deion asked, pointing a finger at him as he hiccuped again. "I'll gladly partake in such a game.", he stated, thinking something entirely different. Can I even fight while this drunk? My condition isn't favourable. He stretched again and looked into the barrel.
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Post by mcstorm on Jul 12, 2012 0:36:15 GMT -5
"Uh." Soul was not quite sure what to say under normal circumstances he would say sure, but his opponent would be drunk. His concern is would it be fair? After a moment Soul stood up and looked at the drunken fellow. "Are you sure , I mean given your "condition" I'm not sure it would be a fair fight." That's when another thought struck The red haired boy's mind. Just how strong was this guy to begin with? If he was like an S class fighting while drunk Soul would still lose. Soul just stood their lost in his thoughts for a moment.
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Post by Marquis on Jul 12, 2012 0:44:07 GMT -5
Deion looked at Soul with a dumb look. He then smiled with a dumb smile he wouldn't get rid of. At least until he slapped his own face, in an attempt to sover up somehow. He continued that and stretching, switching between the two. He stopped when he hiccuped or yawned, and now stopped to speak about the situation. He gave a loud and long yawn that stretched his mouth, before he scratched at his chest.
"Bah! Just because I'm drunk doesn't mean I can't fight!", he seemed to exclaim through almost losing his balance, having to place a hand on the table and smile again. Damn, I'm having trouble standing. What would guildmaster think, he asked himself, a dark fear crept over him and he gulped. "My condition is nothing... really...", he said with a sligth pause.
He sort of blanked out at that point, just staring into space before shaking his head and coming back. "Besides, I'll go easy on you Soul. It's been a while since I did any friendly spars with anyone, it'll be good for both of us.", Deion stated, almost losing his balance again and puking into the barrel once more, having to remove all of the bandage on his upper body to clean himself.
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Post by Merc on Jul 12, 2012 8:27:07 GMT -5
Riley flexed her hand a bit as she stood outside of the guild, observing her palm for a moment before directing her attention to the building. It had been a while since she had been inside of the guild, after the fiasco in the Tear Desert that had left her wounded, in more ways than one. It felt nice to be welcome at the guild, it was the only place that still felt like home, but she still could not manage to muster a smile as she quietly entered.
The guild was the same as it always was, which seemed to put her at ease as she moved, the atmosphere was light and cheery. A soft sigh escaped her as she slipped along the floor, coming up alongside the bar and allowing her gaze to drift.
"Welcome back, guild master," the bartender commented, giving her a solemn nod as he continued to clean and dry the glasses that had been returned to him.
"Thank you," she nodded to him as well, her hands raising to ruffle at the furred collar of her jacket. Upon glancing around once more, she immediately noticed that there was someone that she did not recognize in the room. She arched a brow, indicating towards him as she turned to the bartender, "new member?" She asked, arching a brow.
"A visitor from Fairy Tail," he answered, before dismissing himself as an order for more drinks came in.
"Hmm," Riley murmured, seeming a little curious as she watched the two interact. The mage she did not recognize was quite drunk, throwing up in a barrel alongside him while holding up the guise that he could fight like that. The other mage present was Soul, whom she knew to be from her guild, and thus was familiar with.
Instead of approaching and interrupting, she merely watched the duo with interest.
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Post by mcstorm on Jul 12, 2012 13:12:23 GMT -5
Soul looked at the man , and after a brief stare he let out a sigh. "Alright let's go outside then." Soul then turned , and led the way outside. Assuming the drunk was going to follow him. Truth be told Soul was excited . You'll take it easy on me huh? Well then this should be interesting. Soul in midst of his excitement failed to notice that his guild master had returned .
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Post by Marquis on Jul 12, 2012 13:43:38 GMT -5
Deion stumbled after Soul, without words or haste. "Let's get to it... Aye!", he managed, making his way outside. On the way out, he noticed a newly arrived female. "--hic-- Hey there.", he said, standing beside her smiling. "I'm Deion Ryder, and you are..?", he asked her, attempting to flirt with her. although drunk, apparently he can still manage to make attempts to coverse with people. He continued speaking. "I bet you have a name as beautiful as your body.", he stated, although he definetely wasn't thinking anymore. He looked around and blinked. "Oh right. Sorry, I'll have to --hic-- talk with you later. Someone wanted to figt with me...", he said, stumbling outside after Soul.
He cracked his fingers and neck, along with his back and was in a crouched position. His stave was laying on the ground next to him as he reached for it, caressing it gently. "How about we make it interesting --hic--? If I win, you can buy me another barrel of alcohol. If you win, I'll buy you something you want, I don't --hic-- care what I have to buy.", he stated. He stabbed the stave down in the ground before him, one eye visible from behind it. It was the eye without the tattoo. "You can have the first move, whenever you're ready. Aye!", he shouted, seemingly asleep or not paying attention anymore.
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Post by Merc on Jul 12, 2012 18:18:16 GMT -5
Riley watched with interest as Soul made his way out of the guild, glad that he was not as hasty as some of the other guild members, whom would not bother to take a fight outside. He seemed to be a pretty reliable fellow. The man following him was another story. He appeared to be heavily intoxicated, how he was even walking around was a mystery to Riley. She blinked at him as he came to a stop alongside her, greeting her, smelling of alcohol, and oddly enough soap as well.
He introduced himself, and she opened her mouth to return the gesture, though he had suddenly continued to speak, making a comment about her body that caused her to blush somewhat fiercely. Luckily for her, the man ambled on after Soul, leaving her stunned for a few moments, frozen in her place.
The bartender chuckled a bit, breaking her from her stupor as she rose a hand to rub at her face, "Fairy Tail mages are dangerous," she remarked, exhaling and moving a hand to rub at the bridge of her nose as she did so, "it's been a long time since I've been so blatantly hit on," she shook off the feeling, trailing out of the guild - following the males at a distance in some hopes of going unnoticed for a little longer. She wasn't entirely certain why, she merely did not want her being their to influence the fight once way or another.
As she let herself outside, she lingered near the door, which she leaned on as she stuffed her hands into her pockets, her keen eyes following them, and her ears catching the little wager that this Deion Ryder fellow offered to make. Being a person that was naturally curious towards magic, she was rather interested to see what the two of them could do.
Her pale cheeks were still tinted a little redder than usual as she reclined a little against the door, feeling a little hungry all of a sudden.
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Post by mcstorm on Jul 12, 2012 19:56:36 GMT -5
Soul took in a deep breath as he heard the first move belonged to him. "I warn you just becuase you're drunk doesn't mean I'll go easy on you!" Soul grabbed both his swords and pulled them from their sheaths. Releasing a raging blade of magic fire. He then sprinted at the Fairy tail mage and swung his blades down in unison. I can't lose it would be a disgrace. Was all the red haired lad could think of.
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Post by Marquis on Jul 12, 2012 20:07:52 GMT -5
Deion staggered to his feat as Soul charged at him. Deion tried to focus as he jumped up and balanced on his stave. He's using two blades then, eh? Shouldn't be difficult, he thought, jumping off the stave, knocking it back as he launched himself over Soul, dodging him by going over him in the air.
He landed in a crouched position, one hand on the ground. At least until he stood up and stumbled, falling to the ground. "Ouch.", he muttered as he stood up, looking around. He noticed the girl from before at the door and started walking towards her again, forgetting that he was sparring with Soul.
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