Carth's magical adventure, ROUND TWO, MOTHERFUCKERS!

Started by Anastasia, August 24, 2003, 05:18:09 AM

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Anastasia

"Leaving a note for your girlfriend," he asks as you close the door behind you. "Don't let me interfere with your groove. I can wait a few hours." Tir chuckles.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Carthrat

Carthrat chucks Tir a look. "Moving right on.. how much money do you have?"
[19:14] <Annerose> Aww, mouth not outpacing brain after all?
[19:14] <Candide> My brain caught up

Anastasia

"On me? C 5,000, not counting lunch and pocket money. Maybe C 5300 with it." Tir takes out his gloved hand and rubs it for a moment before putting it back in his pocket. "Yeah, about that much."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Carthrat

"Roighto. I've got C 1380.. I'll bet 1300 on you. If I get decent odds, I should be making a fair bit.. and, naturally, I'll be fighting myself.. yeah, this should all work out."

Carthrat nods, and heads to the arena to check out the avaliable matchups..
[19:14] <Annerose> Aww, mouth not outpacing brain after all?
[19:14] <Candide> My brain caught up

Anastasia

"Let me go first, then," he says. "I'd rather do my thing first."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Carthrat

"Oh, sure, whatever," replies Carthrat. "You better not lose me my money."[/quote]
[19:14] <Annerose> Aww, mouth not outpacing brain after all?
[19:14] <Candide> My brain caught up

Anastasia

"Like I'll lose here," he chortles. Going through the motions with the robot, Tir gets a match in a half hour, a non lethal barehanded brawl.

"Well, I'm off to kick ass. Have yourself some snack food and sit back while I bring on the whippings'."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Carthrat

"'Barehanded' my ass," mutters Carthrat, placing a C1000 bet on Tir...
[19:14] <Annerose> Aww, mouth not outpacing brain after all?
[19:14] <Candide> My brain caught up

Anastasia

Fortune is with you, as you get a decent seat and your bet is taken quickly.

The betting robot that does the rounds for this section gives you your transaction slip with a beep. "Good luck, sir."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Carthrat

[19:14] <Annerose> Aww, mouth not outpacing brain after all?
[19:14] <Candide> My brain caught up

Anastasia

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Today's early matchup features a rising star of B rank versus an old veteran! Let me first introduce Tir McDohl, undefeated here in the arena!"

Tir walks out into the pit, waving to the crowd with his free hand.

"And his opponent is one that has claimed more than his share of victories! Iga the Cyclone has won 94 matches and lost  only 5, a true bastion of power!"

A muscle bound, shirtless man strides out, intent on Tir.

"Who will win today and bring home glory?"

Tir drops into a casual fighting stance, only his ungloved hand out.

"Who will conquer?"

Iga smiles, flexing and going into his own stance?

"Who will WIN?...FIGHT!"
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Carthrat

"Come on, McDohl!" bawls Carthrat above the crowd. "MCDOHL! MCDOHL!"
[19:14] <Annerose> Aww, mouth not outpacing brain after all?
[19:14] <Candide> My brain caught up

Anastasia

The two rush towards each other, meeting in the center of the ring. Iga lets loose a flurry of punches and kicks...and Tir evades them all, throwing an occasional blow with his free hand. This goes on for perhaps a minute, until a shot of Tir's sends Iga to the ground.

Grunting, the musclebound warrior leaps up and back, furious. He comes at Tir again...and falls in a heap as he passes Tir by. The smaller man puts both his hands in his pocket and walks away.

"Tir continues his unbeaten streak, turning Iga the Cyclone into a mere breeze!"

Having watched him, you can tell his style is based around speed and evasion. If he didn't punch at all, it could be a purely defensive type of martial art.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Carthrat

[19:14] <Annerose> Aww, mouth not outpacing brain after all?
[19:14] <Candide> My brain caught up

Anastasia

"Congratulations, sir! The odds on Tir of Toran were 1.8, so you have won...C 1800. Thank you and play again." The line to the payout cashier is surprisingly short. Although, perhaps that isn't so surprising...
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?