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Post by Dime Price on Aug 2, 2019 13:14:43 GMT -8
Dime felt like that might have been the least amount of sleep she had ever had in one night. After Jericho relieved her it wasn't like it was hard to sleep but the princess living she had compared to this was certainly not acting kindly to having only half a night of sleep.
Still she went through the day washed her uniform and herself and paid due diligence to her devotion without complaint or recourse.
When the stranger walked... Bursted in their room she wanted to change that however. Yet he fool was.gone just as quickly as he came.
"I suppose if the whole tower is going to be there we might find Drake." She folded her arms and the physical drain she was feeling could be seen. She was really in no mood for this but Duty called. If it doesn't bore the fruit she hoped she might snap.
She made her way through the crowd and the tall woman would do her best to see every face she could tho it was The familiar sight in the center of the ring that caught her attention. She was thrown back to the rude man at the party. With that hair cut it was unforgettable. She wasn't a hundred percent sure however.
She made a symbol with her fingers to Jericho telling him she had eyes on a lead. One she hoped he would understand... Though she is not sure why she assumed him to understand it. As if by old instinct she made it and by old instinct he might know exactly what she was saying.
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Post by Jericho on Aug 2, 2019 22:33:07 GMT -8
When it came time for Jericho to take the shift, he arose and traveled to the top floor. He turned his attention to the object floating above them. He would then proceed up and down the floors between the top and where Dime slept, scanning every inch everytime. He was not going to let the prince slip past him.
The stranger burst in the room, and Jericho immediately readied his wrist blade. Following his announcement however, he sheathed it back into his skin; which was fortunate, considering a human stampede rushed past him.
Dime's suggestion was logical. He followed her out and examined the scene. The boy was a skilled fighter. He caught Dime's signal, and had a vague feeling of what it meant, but was not positive. It was not logical to act on partial information. So instead he took his own course of action.
"Are you Drake Normans?" Jericho would shout coldly above the crowd.
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Post by Drake on Aug 2, 2019 22:39:54 GMT -8
Drake bristled at the name, AND he turned to stare at the face of the man that said that.
"The name. Is Drake Sudeki. Not. Normans."
Then he would look at the crowd that seem to be growing quiet in confusion and Drake saw an opportunity. Pointing at the man that called out.
"I think I've found my next challenger!"
The crowd immediately began screaming and shoved Jericho into the fighting ring!
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Post by Jericho on Aug 3, 2019 22:54:48 GMT -8
After being shoved by the crowd, he would stand straight in one place in the ring.
"Fighting is unnecessary. You have not committed a crime."
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Post by Drake on Aug 4, 2019 0:38:22 GMT -8
Drake cracked is neck. "Then how about defending yourself?!" Drake would say as bit open his thumb letting the blood and bone cover his fist and harden. As well as imbuing it with Soul Energy. Then he would attempt to punch Jericho in the face! Legacy Ability: Blood Craft: can create weapons and items out of his blood (100% Eng to Atk) Mutated: Drake's blood creations are now reinforced with Bone! (+18 Atk) (Upgraded: Drake can now harden his blood making it stronger and more durable)
Soul Essence: Drake can imbue an attack with the essence of souls, doing so makes his attacks deal direct soul damage. (+115% Eng to Atk) (Soul Damage can't be healed using physical healing items, and can't be self healed)
Content Lone Wolf: If Drake finds himself alone against everything around him he can accept his loneliness and gain +10 to all his stats for 6 posts.
Hands: Crimson Punk Gloves +6 Atk and Def (God Item Ability: RP relevant Super Strength) (UPGRADED! Super-Strength now grants +75% ATK to physical attacks)
Atk: 236
Def: 41
Spd: 38
Per: 45
Eng: 55
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Post by Jericho on Aug 4, 2019 11:35:39 GMT -8
Jericho braced himself for an attack from the moment he cracked his neck. Releasing the pressure from the joints within the neck was a typical sign of oncoming physical violence.
Jericho saw a fist develop. Potential attack regions: Head, most likely. Stomach second. Chest third. Groin fourth. With the first step forward, the head became the leading suspicion.
As quick as he could, Jericho dodged his head to the right, but the boy had the advantage in speed. The fist hit the side of the cadet's face, sending him spinning. Jericho could feel his own cheek bone crack as his vision cut to black. His temporarily unconscious body fell flat on the ground.
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Post by Drake on Aug 4, 2019 11:45:05 GMT -8
Drake stored the energy from that attack into his gloves for safe keeping, ya know, just in case. Then he would wait for the man to get back up. However, like the rest it seemed this fight was won. The crowd was cheering loudly. "Anyone else?!" Mizrahi Family Crest: +3 Def, Sam added the Mizrahi Family Crest to the gloves, this Crest can hold a single charge of up to 3/4ths the damage output the user has done in a punching attack (Including Qi that is channeled through the fist), holding onto that kinetic energy until Drake decide's to release it as additional damage on top of a punch or Qi channeled punch.
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Post by Dime Price on Aug 4, 2019 15:14:37 GMT -8
"Jericho!" She bolted from the crowd and came to her comrade. Began to check for signs of life.
While she did that she would speak to Drake mentally.
"Drake Sudeki." Making sure she got his prefered name, to here that was as it should be anyway. "I am Dime Price, We've been sent here to escort and grant you access into the Blood Kingdom. We are here on behalf of your Father the King, My Prince."
Feeling a sigh of relief to feel Jericho was unconscious. She would be working on lifting her Comrade. While speaking out loud this time "Seems my Comrade in Arms was ahead of himself thank you for giving Blood Kingdom a taste of your Strength, Master Sudeki." With him shoved over her shoulder the tall woman would walk off with some strain from her own wound.
She didn't cause a scene in the middle of he brawl she felt the others eyes might away or deter their engagement. Drake as a young man needed to keep his Pride and Bravado. She would allow the brawling to continue as long as Drake was satisfied. Of course if he simply followed her that would be even less for her to worry about.
Qi-1
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Post by Drake on Aug 4, 2019 17:04:54 GMT -8
Drake would just stare at the woman. She was the exotic whore from the party... So, she was more than she seemed, and Drake could now see she was telling the truth.
"Alright, that's it I'm done."
The was mixed grumbles and cheers amongst the crowd as Drake made his way over to Dime. Stopping only to collect his winnings.
"So. Dearest daddy knows about me, does he?"
Drake scoffed.
"Well, why is only now sending people to come find me?"
He would ask as he moved past Dime to put on his discarded clothes.
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Post by Dime Price on Aug 4, 2019 17:32:05 GMT -8
"He might have but just learned of you... I dared not to ask how he came to hear of you, it was not my place." She leaned against the wall next to where they were tending to Jericho. "You seem well, a... Gina was worried about you. I can imagine after feeling the underfoot of that woman. Certainly, I could imagine If his Highness knew sooner he would have come sooner." She gave a tired but gentle smile.
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Post by Drake on Aug 4, 2019 17:40:38 GMT -8
Drake tensed at the mention if what could only be his mother. And he would turn to look at Dime.
"Pretty words don't mean shit. Actions do. And the fact of the matter is this. If you were afraid to even ask your king a simple question, then how do I know he is any better, or worse, than the last guardian I had? Hmmm?"
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Post by Dime Price on Aug 4, 2019 17:57:29 GMT -8
She shook her head. "I am just Devoted and Loyal personally. I would do anything my King asked without question. Mainly because I know he is a Merciful King. Capable of understanding and capable of forgiveness... that is to say, he isn't someone who'd allow himself to be pushed over. He is the Blood Dragon, after all, I am certain he will appear cold to you and cruel if he must be, as how Kings must be. But unlike the last house, I am certain he would rather see you grow as a man and even Rule once he steps down. Grow in your own way and Rule as your own King... not someone else's."
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Post by Drake on Aug 4, 2019 18:09:28 GMT -8
Drake stared at her.
"Did you know who I was when you approached me at that party?"
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Post by Dime Price on Aug 4, 2019 18:27:31 GMT -8
"Certainly not, your highness." She shook her head and waved a hand. "I wouldn't have said something so rudely if I knew or idly approached at all. I made a karmic threat after you assumed I was getting in your pants... I don't expect to be forgiven for that should you measure my words with merit."
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Post by Drake on Aug 4, 2019 18:54:50 GMT -8
Drake waved off her words.
"Don't, with that 'your highness' shit. I'm a ex-whore punk. Not royalty. I don't care what my blood may say. And I don't care what you said honestly. And in my defense, given my ex profession. You came across as a whore trying to trick a mark into sleeping with you only to have your pimp kick their ass until they paid up."
Drake sighed heavily.
"Fine. I'll go with you. But if I decide to bounce, I'm outta there. And no one, not even my father, better stand in my way, or I'll leave then worse off than your friend there. Got it. Good."
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