Post by BEX on Nov 9, 2010 2:37:02 GMT -5
The calmness with which the girl spoke was unsettling, much different from the childness confusion that spewed from her mouth earlier and for a moment the surprise was evident upon her face as she first called him out by his true name then asked her a question he had been pondering since he had found out about her Marine status; her perception had become dramatically acute.
"It's a little upsetting, I still consider you my friend" she said after sighing hopelessly; never had the 40 million beri bounty head spoken with a Marine officer like this.
The connection that they had now was unnerving and for an instant the queasiness that wrapped coils in his stomach demanded that he take his tsurugi in order to carver her to peices. He didn't though as she moved past him explaining that dying by his hand wouldn't in fact be so bad. In that moment the scraggly haired man knew that she would defeat the baboon hopping up and down raking his mutated hands into the stage with relative ease; guys like him didn't stand a chance against level headed individuals like the girl. As she moved, her body seemed to respond to the change in demeanor because her movement were more...erotic. A quick scan of his peripherals told him that other men were staring at her legs and thighs with the same lustful thoughts that he, himself had just had. A wry grin expanded on his face as he shot a look at Mukuro immediately gratified with deep satisfaction that the man's sloppy smile had all, but disintergrated due to the transformation of the girl.
"Guess you have two bats outta hell to deal with..." came the suave, yet well edged voice of Jack as he passed by the fat man whose sweat glands kicked into overdrive for some reason; it wouldn't be too far of a stretch that he had betted upon the girl dying in this match.
Plopping his butt into one of the nearby benches Jack watched as his charge stepped onto the stage with the cold fury that he had sensed the moment that she had asked for someone to retrieve a coat for her,
"B*tch is like a whole 'nother person..." commented as he rubbed his chin playfully feeling as each stubble prickled against his callous swordsman hands.
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(OCC: This is the guy you're fighting)
Banto was excited as he bounced around clawing at the latex covering of the stage impatiently waiting for his opponent to step out of the crowd so that he could eviscerate them and drag their entrails back to the pot with him. Of course "the pot" was something non existent and the man was simply drunk of the euphoric high that most serial killers as sucked into when they make their first kill. The referree had scarcely introduced the girl as "Scarlet" or "Sophie", or something or another when Banto reared his head back howling his delight causing a raucous in the crowd as well,
"SHE'S DEAD! SHE'S TOTALLY DEAD!" he yelled at the top of his lungs over the crowd of sweating worries.
In his head he already could feel the pulpy liquid that would spew from her esophagus when he punctured it ever so slightly with the tip of his one of his scythes. He remembered the method he had used on his first "dog",
"Just thrust and twist...that's all...nothing more! THIS WILL BE MY MASTERPIECE" he rattled with the fulfilling blood lust as the referree held his hands out indicating that the two fighters should remain on their sides until he signaled them to fight.
At the slightest twitch from the referee's hand, Banto's feet pounded across the stage closing the distance between himself and the sack of "meat" that rested on the other side packed neatly away from him to rip open with his "tools". His figure was scrawny, but wiry muscles created from the many struggles he had involved himself in when he went of a bloodhunt told many stories of deceptive strength. Of course such thoughts of advantages and disadvantages were for sane people, a group which Banto proudly proclaimed he was not a part of. His scythe whistled through the air as it rushed towards the girl's neck in a hastily thrusted attack; the man had no actual fighting experience. Only the desire to kill made him a lethal opponent and any one that stared into his blood rimmed eyes would become aware of just how deranged this man was.
"DIE!" he cawed as his arm continued its wide arc towards the girl's neck hoping at the very least to slice her at the jugular thusly ending the match in a pretty image.
Not to mention he would have something pretty to eat tonight. The thought sent worms of esctasy crawling through his skull as his lips split in a devious smile that only served to protray the face of a demented man who had lost any semblance of humanity; a demon by all rights.
"It's a little upsetting, I still consider you my friend" she said after sighing hopelessly; never had the 40 million beri bounty head spoken with a Marine officer like this.
The connection that they had now was unnerving and for an instant the queasiness that wrapped coils in his stomach demanded that he take his tsurugi in order to carver her to peices. He didn't though as she moved past him explaining that dying by his hand wouldn't in fact be so bad. In that moment the scraggly haired man knew that she would defeat the baboon hopping up and down raking his mutated hands into the stage with relative ease; guys like him didn't stand a chance against level headed individuals like the girl. As she moved, her body seemed to respond to the change in demeanor because her movement were more...erotic. A quick scan of his peripherals told him that other men were staring at her legs and thighs with the same lustful thoughts that he, himself had just had. A wry grin expanded on his face as he shot a look at Mukuro immediately gratified with deep satisfaction that the man's sloppy smile had all, but disintergrated due to the transformation of the girl.
"Guess you have two bats outta hell to deal with..." came the suave, yet well edged voice of Jack as he passed by the fat man whose sweat glands kicked into overdrive for some reason; it wouldn't be too far of a stretch that he had betted upon the girl dying in this match.
Plopping his butt into one of the nearby benches Jack watched as his charge stepped onto the stage with the cold fury that he had sensed the moment that she had asked for someone to retrieve a coat for her,
"B*tch is like a whole 'nother person..." commented as he rubbed his chin playfully feeling as each stubble prickled against his callous swordsman hands.
===========================================================================================
(OCC: This is the guy you're fighting)
Banto was excited as he bounced around clawing at the latex covering of the stage impatiently waiting for his opponent to step out of the crowd so that he could eviscerate them and drag their entrails back to the pot with him. Of course "the pot" was something non existent and the man was simply drunk of the euphoric high that most serial killers as sucked into when they make their first kill. The referree had scarcely introduced the girl as "Scarlet" or "Sophie", or something or another when Banto reared his head back howling his delight causing a raucous in the crowd as well,
"SHE'S DEAD! SHE'S TOTALLY DEAD!" he yelled at the top of his lungs over the crowd of sweating worries.
In his head he already could feel the pulpy liquid that would spew from her esophagus when he punctured it ever so slightly with the tip of his one of his scythes. He remembered the method he had used on his first "dog",
"Just thrust and twist...that's all...nothing more! THIS WILL BE MY MASTERPIECE" he rattled with the fulfilling blood lust as the referree held his hands out indicating that the two fighters should remain on their sides until he signaled them to fight.
At the slightest twitch from the referee's hand, Banto's feet pounded across the stage closing the distance between himself and the sack of "meat" that rested on the other side packed neatly away from him to rip open with his "tools". His figure was scrawny, but wiry muscles created from the many struggles he had involved himself in when he went of a bloodhunt told many stories of deceptive strength. Of course such thoughts of advantages and disadvantages were for sane people, a group which Banto proudly proclaimed he was not a part of. His scythe whistled through the air as it rushed towards the girl's neck in a hastily thrusted attack; the man had no actual fighting experience. Only the desire to kill made him a lethal opponent and any one that stared into his blood rimmed eyes would become aware of just how deranged this man was.
"DIE!" he cawed as his arm continued its wide arc towards the girl's neck hoping at the very least to slice her at the jugular thusly ending the match in a pretty image.
Not to mention he would have something pretty to eat tonight. The thought sent worms of esctasy crawling through his skull as his lips split in a devious smile that only served to protray the face of a demented man who had lost any semblance of humanity; a demon by all rights.