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Cage fights; Looking for a demon?
Topic Started: Jun 14 2008, 03:02 PM (669 Views)
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Somewhere deep in the student underground some students organized illegal fights for decent amounts of money. This was also one of Drake's favorite place to be because there were no rules or wimps.

He's been here often winning most of the time but today was different because they had an endurance fight, The more matches you won the more money you won. Best of all, the only way it would end was when either the challenger lost or all when there were no more fighters left. nine out of ten times the challenger lost. In Drake's case that could be different which he doubted since almost everyone in here wanted to fight him.

"This is going to be fun. I'd say after ten rounds they'll stop" Drake said to Serap "I'd say fifteen but you can't use any magic so it's not going to be that easy like with me. Your the wizard." Serap replied "I got these new knuckles so I have an advantage." Drake said as he went into the cage.
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The underground was a place for bad things to happen. Liz knew that, of course. But she’d been there before and it seemed like a lot of fun. However, now that she sat in a chair crowded by people she didn’t know, she was beginning to get second thoughts. After all, she was only fifteen and from the looks of things, she was the youngest to show up. The responsible young lass held a glass of sprite in hand as she scooted her chair backward to get even further from the mass amount of strangers cluttering her personal bubble space.

It’d been a while since the half Japanese half Caucasian had seen the sunlight…erm…outside world, rather. So much stuff had happened and it prevented her from exploring the realms of her school…and of AHS. Truthfully, she had come to the underground in hopes of meeting Ava and all the people that was with her…what were their names? Eh, she didn’t remember. But she definitely remembered Ava. So cool and kind.

Oh, but anyway, Elizabeth felt like throwing her sandals at the people about to fight. Why did everyone get so much satisfaction out of real life violence? Wasn’t an episode of Cops enough? Apparently not, she thought to herself as a group of male students lined up for a fight. A huge exaggerated sigh escaped her as she wiped her eyes. For some reason, her contacts were a little irritating. Or maybe she was just tired. She couldn’t tell the difference.

“Men fighting men for money…that’s so stupid and unattractive.” She muttered to herself as she watched her ice cubes swirl blindly in her sweating glass of soda, “Why don’t you just beat up puppies for money? That’s just about as cool as doing this.”
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Drake's opponent was rather huge to say the least but that didn't bother him at all. "Good luck with that..Merlin the wizard" Serap said teasing Drake "I'm not going to use brute force like you would. There is good saying humans ;The bigger they are the harder they will fall;
Just watch me I'll flip him like a coin. you can call it heads or ass?"

"Ass" he replied

As the fight started Drake just stood there relaxed waiting for his opponent to attack which didn't take long. He wanted to punch Drake in face even though the attack from the giant was quickly repelled with Drake grabbing the man arms and first turning his wrist one way then the other way forcing the giants body to follow which ended with the man on ground flat on his face and drake landing with his knee on the shoulder of his opponent followed by a knockout punch.

Shortly after that Drake got up waiting for his next victim "See? Easy just using his own body against him" Drake explained with pride "Show off! you could have just punched him in groin and be done with it." Serap replied slightly annoyed by Drake's showing off.

Drake noticed Liz in the crowd and bowed to her politely smiling.
"Alright who's next?" Drake asked the crowd and also the man in charge.
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“Oh so manly,” Liz exclaimed as the crowd cheered and booed while two men started in for each other. The sarcasm in her voice was covered by everyone’s enthusiasm and now she was just speaking to entertain herself, “I’d show THEM a thing or two,” she continued as her free hand jabbed the air in front of her. The girl made a ‘kapow’ sound effect to go along with her air-punching just as the cage match came to an end.

“FINALLY! YAAAAY!” She cheered, standing on her chair and whistling, “Yay! It’s OVER!” A joyful grin covered half her face and her silly kiddish pigtails danced as she hopped. It was about that time that she noticed the victorious fighter in the cage bowing to her and smiling as if he’d known her all his life. Liz tilted her head questioningly but his attention didn’t stay on her long enough to answer her unspoken question.

“Hmm?” The petite girl looked behind her and around her for someone who might know who the fighter was gesturing towards. However, there weren’t many people behind her that he could have seen. Was he bowing to her? For serious?

“Well THAT’S creepy. I don’t even know the guy,” She spoke to herself as she plopped back down. He seemed pretty confident from the way he kept asking for someone else to fight, “He’s probably a big mean bully…I’d show HIM a thing or two.” Someone behind her shushed her silly rambling and moved away from her.
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Drake grinned when he heard the girl making those statements "At least the girl is brave enough to say something. What about any of you so called fighters. isn't there any human brave enough to get down here?" Drake asked. Someone from the crowd said "Nobody is crazy enough to fight a demon" Drake sighted and replied

"Your supposed to have special powers and super strength. Are you to afraid to use them. I guess that it is true humans these days don't have any sense honor. How sad, where is all that pride your race has?" Drake clearly taunting them. "I'll give you a sword to defend yourself. hows that?" Drake said stabbing sword into the ground.
"There for the one who is man or woman enough to take the sword and defend his honor." Drake stated standing there with his arms crossed.
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"Nobody is crazy enough to fight a demon"

Not long after that soon-to-be-proven-inaccurate statement had been made, the lights in the Underground began to flicker, before one of the televisions above the bar suddenly gave off a brilliant burst of light. Electrical energy literally shot out the screen, scorching floor and furniture alike, and when the lightshow finally ended...well, it wasn't a very intimidating sight. A thin, rather odd looking man stood in the center of the room, stretching his arms out over head (despite the fact that technically he had no reason to stretch, as he lacked any sort of muscle tissue). The fact that he looked like he couldn't weigh more than maybe 120 pounds didn't help much either. Still, despite the fact that he didn't look to be much of a threat to anyone, he didn't appear to be anywhere near as spooked as the rest of the students. Probably because he had no reason to fear any living being, man or demon. Machines and certain other inanimate objects on the other hand...well, they weren't here right now, so why worry?

"Someone call? I could have sworn I heard the magic word..." he pondered aloud, tapping his finger against his chin while he tried to gather his thoughts. A futile task to be sure, but thankfully the overly talkative demon saved X a headache by, well, rambling on about some honor nonsense. Thus, interrupting X's far too sensitive train of thought. Something that irked X more than it would any normal human being...or meta-human, whatever. Technically, X could be classified as something else entirely, so it was no great surprise he was a little...different.

"Your supposed to have special powers and super strength. Are you to afraid to use them. I guess that it is true humans these days don't have any sense honor. How sad, where is all that pride your race has?"

"Honor? Hah! What dope believes in 'honor' these days! Just by BEING here you're doing something dishonest, Pointy! That's your new name, by the way; the full name is Pointy-Headed McBraggart Swordguy the Third, but it just takes too long to say," X remarked, tossing in the explanation as if he were talking about nothing more unusual than the time. "But! Since I'm in a sporting mood, I'll humor your little testosterone tangent, and raise you one wager! I'll gladly fight you, and I bet that even with that pointy stick of yours, you can't kill me. So Pointy, whaddya say? I'd say we're both in need of a little amusement, and I can't think of anything more entertaining than making a fool of you!"

Despite the fact that nearly everything he said could easily be seen as insulting or just as arrogant as everything Drake had been spouting off, the newcomer didn't actually sound like the boastful sort...hell, he sounded more delightfully impish than anything, and the broad grin that followed his challenge only added to that particular impression. So did the spark in his eyes...which, in his case, wasn't figurative...
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"500,000 yen on the newcomer!!!!"

That yell resounded from a west coast accent in Japanese, coming from a man who was indeed not bluffing. Though the entirely black suit (collared shirt and tie were both silky black as well), cane, and shiny shoes gave the rich impression, Crimson was literally holding 500,000 yen in his hand. Now, we all realize that 500,000 yen is no where near some of the salaries AHS students were living on, the lump sum would still be considered a rather ballsy starting point. He liked ballsy, and tended to prefer it as a personal style.

The table he had been seated at was far enough away from the arena where it took a shout to place that bet, and he so hoped that it would start a bidding war. Alas though, man on man action was not only funny, it was a good money maker to a luck manipulator. Thus far, he'd bet on the demon in the early rounds (until the stakes were no longer worth it), and then just spent some purposeful loosing money on hopeless souls to make the stakes on the demon all the better. Right now, X was walking in on a match with 20:1 odds in Drake and Serap's favor. Even if he lost 500,000 yen; it was too good not to start playing the stakes at this point.

Our casual gambler held himself upright on his cane as he limped down on a marry little stroll to the betting table. It also happened that he caught some of Elizabeth's comments about the demon (what can we say, Crimson had ears for sarcasm and eyes for lovely women) and fighting in itself, which prompted him to make a move. Let's be honest... Crimson liked hanging out with pretty women not for the sex, but for the trophy of having the girl. Those fighters in the arena? Oh sure, they were chips off the ole' block of talent, but that was not Crimson's style. Women and money were the real prizes of fighting, and the absolute goal of any man who considers himself more than a pawn is to die with plenty of both. Thus, we all know what was coming next...

"You know there miss, your quick little jabs about our demon's manliness might start hurting his odds. Instead of just being sarcastic about the existence of cage fighting, why don't you try playing the actual sport of it all?" The brown haired emerald green eyed man gave a smile that even the devil would shake hands at. "And I don't mean showing him a thing or two on his terms..."

The last part had been a whisper, but it was far more a promise then just playful banter. Though he was by no means a lady killer, Crimson's experience with Kysse had taught him to hold confidence in the things he wanted to say. Ladies tended to prefer the confident lack of emo type in a school that could possibly be the universal source of angst.
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"Your on Zappy and being a big mouth isn't going to help you in anyway since using this pointy thing would only guide your little zappiness. I have got an better idea for you kiddo.
Why don't you and your big mouth step into the ring to get an overcharge. Isn't it fun using useless names to show how macho you really are."

"Smart ass humans, they are always a good lunch for me" Serap said to Drake "People like him just need a good scare that's all and I've got the perfect tool for that." Drake explained then waited for his opponent who seemed to have enough confidence.
"This is going to be easier then the last fight" "Let's not underestimate our confident friend. Drake replied calmly.
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A slight blush filled Liz’s cheeks in embarrassment as she realized that Drake had heard her. She hadn’t realized she was being so loud and now she shrunk down in her chair a little to hide herself from anyone trying to spot her out. Why was she out here again? She couldn’t even remember anymore. Attempting to occupy herself long enough to forget about the embarrassment from a few minutes ago, the ASA student turned and placed her half filled glass on the table nearest her. That’s when she actually started paying attention to some of the things that the champion from the previous fight had been saying.

“Pride….honor...By cage fighting? Man, oh man, are somebody’s priorities screwed sideways.” Elizabeth shook her head before picking up her glass again and chugging down the remains as if it held an alcoholic property that would help her forget this night had ever happened. To her amusement, no one took up his offer immediately. If anything, a hushed whisper filled the crowd and the meta automatically assumed that the “excitement” of cage fighting would die down. Unfortunately, she was wrong.

By now, Liz was used to flickering lights and flashy displays of force and power. So it wasn’t all that scary to have the atmosphere in the underground twitch with electrical disturbances. And with disturbances of any kind, a new person was bound to show up. It was inevitable in a place where beings with power thrived. This situation was not to be any different. Before their very eyes, X.

Oh great…another challenger. Liz rolled her eyes after X’s sparkly entrance. Just when things were quieting down a little too. It didn’t take a genius to know that Drake was edging the crowd in hopes of bringing about more challengers. Well, he got what he wished for, right? X was an interesting ingredient in the pot of boiling anticipation for another fight. Liz thought he was pretty snarky and confident himself. Probably even had a few tricks up his sleeve. But…to the death?!

No…it wouldn’t get that far, right? She turned a weary eye to the cage where Drake was currently being ridiculed by the electrifying newcomer. Uh oh. Bets were being thrown across the room until the entire Underground roared with wagers. The lot of them seemed to be on Drake’s side, not being persuaded to change by X’s words at all. One bet caught most of her attention though, and it seemed to be coming from the far off side of the room for the new guy.

“Interesting…but not something I’m all that caring for,” She commented to herself before standing. The group of strangers around her seemed closer than she remembered. Oh well, nothing that a little pushing and shoving couldn’t solve. She was sure they wouldn’t even notice what with all the frenzy taking over.

“You know there miss…” An unfamiliar voice spoke to her causing her head to turn in his direction so that her hazel eyes could examine him. Yep, he seemed to be talking to her alright. Well, that didn’t seem so uncommon for the night. People were getting bold nowadays. When she first came to the area, not a single stranger would talk to her at all. She was the one who had to do all the work of creating conversations and keeping everything amusing. Not having to be the lighting match of every situation was rather nice, now that she thought about it.

“I sure do hope you’re not talking about actually BIDDING on this stuff,” Liz narrowed her slanted eyes at the man before deciding to take a seat again. No use in trying to escape small talk, nya? Luckily for him, there was a seat next to her that had been abandoned ever since standing became the new fashion for everyone involved in the current ongoing of the Underground.

“And if that’s what you were talking about…Well, I don’t do bidding. Elizabeth, by the way," She trailed off for a moment as Drake accepted the challenge and beckoned his challenger into the cage with him, "Seriously...bid on people dying or getting hurt? Why is this even considered fun?"
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"500,000 yen on the newcomer!!!!"

"Well whaddya know, there's some sense to be found down here after all!" X exclaimed, looking positively delighted up until the demon in the cage had to ruin it all. Well, not all of his statement was bad; the poor sap did accept X's bet, but he also had to follow it up with more chest puffing and ego flexing. "Well, how wonderful it is to know that even in a smoke-filled dive like this, the flame of machismo still burns bright..." he sighed, before leaning off and shielding his mouth with his hand and muttering to the nearest patron. Who quite frankly, seemed a little more confused than interested. "Good thing the source isn't half as bright, hahah!"

Speaking of machismo, hadn't the same demon mentioned something about it as well? Searching his memory, X discovered that yes, it had indeed been brought up in the obligatory exchange of barbs before the fight! Only, this one didn't seem to know just what he was going on about. Still, it wasn't for X to judge. Besides, defending himself in that respect might give away his little strategy, and cause the dolt to back out of the bet before it was too late...whoops, too late! He'd just accepted! But still, he could try to back out, since X hadn't set the conditions...speaking of which, the odd man had to pause and figure out just what those conditions should be. After all, it wasn't as if the dolt had anything he wanted. May as well go for something humiliating and degrading, yes?

"Good for you, bucko; here's the deal! If I'm right, and you can't kill me, not only do you have to cover the cost of everyone's drinks for the rest of the year, but you have to personally deliver each drink in a french maid outfit, even working full shifts as a waitress for free starting tomorrow. Heels and all! Feel free to name your own conditions of course, but since you aren't the brightest putz I've ever come across, let me give you a little hint: if I'm wrong, and I lose my bet, I can't fulfill your demands! And if I'm right, and I know I am, you've already lost!"

It was really a bit difficult to figure out what was more unsettling: X's maniacal laughter, or the fact that dear lord, the man was right. There were only two ways for Drake to avoid cross dressing in the Underground for the rest of the year: either to back out of the bet and face the shame that comes from all his bravado being shatted with cowardice, OR to kill X in the ring. And one of those things wasn't going to happen...

Hopping through the open door to the cage with the same broad grin on his face, despite being clearly outmatched in terms of sheer size, X somehow seemed even more confident than before. Not to mention, even more mentally unhinged. "But I'll tell ya what Pointy, because I'm such a nice guy by nature, I'll give you a free shot with that oversized letter opener of yours! Go ahead, one free chop at the neck! I won't even try to duck!"

As if to prove his point, X tilted his head to one side to give his opponent a better shot at success. And, just in case that wasn't enough, even pointed right at the center of his neck where the blade could pass the easiest...
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"My my aren't we confident for a kid who just arrived here and let use the same condition for you only when you lose, you'll have to wear a cute bunny suit and I don't mean the cute version." Drake laughed "And what makes you think that I'll attacking you with a sword. I'm not that stupid although I do have a little surprise for you a nice flashy blue fireball"
Drake said taking a few seconds to make the blue fireball "Look how pretty it is and not to mention it's blue." Drake explained surely the cocky kid would look at the fireball which is more then enough to fulfill it's purpose.

"You'll get your turn soon enough, For now let's just keep you as an secret. Drake said to Serap "I can't wait to rip him apart and use him as a battery." Serap replied.

Normally Drake would have torched X already but in this case he would make an exception and scare the crap out of him not to mention proving that you can't just beat someone who has been on AHS grounds for more then four years.
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Crimson was more than a bit perplexed at a sarcastic person calling bidding some sort of sin. It was only bidding over a cage fight after all, not like he was bidding on genocide or on torture. Strike the torture, cage fighting was at least brutal. Still though, this wonderful lass had brought up some points that our man in black just could not let slide. "Woah woah woah... Betting on other people is a horrible thing? Since when I ask? According to the Judeo Christian texts... God so loved Job that he bet his very life against the devil. Now, I don't know your religion of choice, but having met the devil I'm fairly certain that his counterpart exists. All I'm saying is that I want this new challenger to overcome the odds and tests of time. Not so bad right?"

I don't need the money anyways. It was more an ego boost... And yes, he had met the being that most in this world would refer to as the Devil. Funny story, but not applicable to his ideas unless questioned. At this point, Crimson took the empty seat next to her, sitting down with a smile yet maintaining the 'no toca' bubble. It certainly was not for her sake that he did that, the man just hated human closeness for the most part. "Comparatively though, you've played the witness, uncaring and only watchful." A pause came up, his smile faded for a second before exploding. "I was kidding. It'd be absolutely terrible for us to rationalize cage fighting into good and evil, and I enjoyed your sarcasm. Pleasure to meet you, Elizabeth."

Pointy chose to speak up at this moment, prompting Crimson's complete attention. Originally the newcomer had just been a source of potential money and fun, but as of that speech... Crimson genuinely started to like the kid. The crazy looking youth was just as determined to screw this situation up as Crimson wanted him to be. And that manical laughter, it brought out a cheery chuckle from his vocal cords. Thank god that this was not going to be another DBZ style show down.

"So Elizabeth, in your honestly sarcastic opinion... what chance do you think the newcomer has?"

It was at this point that a fireball was prepared to launch at Pointy. Was Crimson the only one thinking that a man unafraid of taking a sword probably did not have much to fear from a fireball either? Of course, if Pointy did fall... he had a back up plan. One so crazy and so scheming that it might get him on the cover of 'Dastardly Plots.'
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“That’s…not exactly what I was talking about…” Liz explained with a soft sigh, “I just…don’t like the idea of people getting or being hurt. It’s not that bidding is bad. But…I mean…Ugh, I don’t know what I mean anymore. I just don’t bid on fights or the like.” A slight pause occurred before she could actually bring herself to ask the inevitable question, “Have you really met the devil? I knew people could do crazy stuff but…the devil? Isn’t that a bit farfetched even for a meta?”

At this point, she had to lean back a little and position her ears to where she could hear his answer best. After all, it wasn’t everyday that you met a man who claimed to have met the big bad Wolf. Truly, she was starting to doubt his very existence. Who’s to say that the devil isn’t really just a meta screwing with stuff? Things that bothered her on a religious level tended to do so merely because she realized how little she actually knew about her own world. For instance, she didn’t even believe in powers until she discovered her own…and then finding the schools filled with people like her? A little much for someone like her to handle in such a short time span.

"Comparatively though, you've played the witness, uncaring and only watchful." He had said to her. Her dark brown eyes shivered in emotional hurt for a few seconds and she was already making up a comeback in her mind before he dropped his act. Only kidding? Oh…She knew that…>>;; right? OF COURSE! She even forced herself to laugh a little. The man wasn’t dull or boring, to say the least.

“The pleasures all mine…uh….um…” Elizabeth rewound their conversation and tried desperately to remember the part where he told her his name. She was sure his name was SOMEWHERE in her short term memory files. In the meanwhile, her loss of words filled her bit of dialogue with a lot of Uhs and Ums. Not that she meant to, of course. It was just habitual for her when she thought during conversations.

Realizing the annoyance of such a habit, Liz ended it all with a “…yeah…” instead of asking for his name. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment again and she did all she could to draw his attention away from them. For instance, she took to fiddling with her shoulder length hair and tapping her foot. She was almost too happy that soon afterward, his attention was locked onto Drake and X’s battle of words. It gave her time to cool down and regain her composure. The poor girl still felt a little embarrassed though, but she sat up anyway and pretended like it didn’t bother her at all.

“Hmmm…what chance do I think the newcomer has…” Liz repeated with a finger to her chin in sarcastic exaggerated thinking. By now, the blush in her cheeks was gone and her confidence level increased. Before she answered, she glanced at Drake as he formed a pretty blue ball of flame. Why couldn’t she do something like that? All she had was…well…she wasn’t sure what on earth she could call her own abilities. ‘Weird’ wasn’t quite meaningful enough to her and ‘unique’ was just too cliché.

Now her eyes were focused on Crimson, almost staring at him without blinking to erase any trace of sarcasm that might come off in her voice.

“He’s lacks in appearance…but he makes up for it with his over confidence in himself. I think he just might stand a chance. He just doesn’t strike me as the foolish kind of person who jumps into things he can’t handle.” For a second, she looked around for her glass of soda only to find it empty just like she left it. A slight, almost unnoticeable, frown haunted her face momentarily before she looked back at her associate.

“It’s obvious that you think highly of him based on your willingness to bet…what makes you so sure that the bandwagon isn’t going the right direction when they bid on the previous champion? Do you see what I see in the newcomer?”
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The bottom of his shoes squeaked loudly, the sound bouncing off the walls all the way down the staircase until it became inaudible. In his first few weeks at this school he had frequented the underground, so much so that there had been always been a drink waiting for him at the end corner of the bar. Back then he didn't really know anyone at the school, so he drifted around from place to place and at the end of the day he always ended up in the underground. It was an ideal place to go if you had wanted to get 'lost in the crowd'.

Slowly he had grown out of that phase, after he had found his place among the rest of the students. He never stopped going down the stairs though. It has always been well known by everyone on school grounds that the underground is the best place to go for contacts with information. Mr. E could normally be seen (or un-seen) here gathering up on the latest dish of gossip. Information, that was what Josh needed. He needed information on what had happened since his last clear memory, what had happened after he left this world, and he needed information on what is currently going on.

He was clueless, and it made him frustrated. He had this gap in his memory, or was gap even the right word?

*No.* He stopped walking down the stairs and ran a hand through his close cropped hair, feeling the bristles scrape against his fingertips. *It's like I have an artificial memory. Can't even trust what I know.*

Josh continued walking down the staircase as the sounds of cheering, arguments, and threats started to rise making quite a ruckus.

"How does this place stay a secret?" he said not-to-quietly to himself, a question he already knew the answer to.

Once he made it to the bottom of the staircase he was a little surprised. They had finally tightened the security, in the beginning there had only been a door, not even locked, keeping everyone at bay. Then they had moved to locked doors. Now there was a wall, a thick wall, a blank wall. Josh reached out to touch the wall, running his hands along the smooth concrete. He was looking for some kind of a handhold or grip that would open the wall. His hands danced along the wall in a chaotic manner, not covering every inch but moving along the entire wall. There was nothing, not a crack or bump in it's construction to be found.

The summoner sighed and put his hands on his hips looking straight forward into the dark at the wall. Josh smirked.

*It's flawless.*

He cleared his throat and took a deep breath in, then exhaled. Josh placed both palms flat on the wall at shoulder height and width then pressed. His smirk turned into a smile as his hands slid through the barrier. In a step he was back inside the student underground, the full rip and roar of the crowd washing over him. It had been a long time, and this was a new layout. The old, familiar was gone replaced by swagger and grunge. He walked along the outside of the cage where two students spat at one another with jibes and quips.

As he walked he took notice of the two briefly, gauging who was at what level. It would be an interesting fight, but when an older student came around with a fistful of money in one hand and a pad of paper with names and numbers in the other, shouting at him to make his bet Josh politely rejected. Betting never was his shtick. With all the students circling around the cage to see if they could win an extra couple bills, Josh took the seat at the far end of the bar, a grip of chairs away from where two other people sat, discussing things more rationally then most of the other occupants.

*Must be high-stakes for them.* The bartender was currently placing his own bids, so Josh took the liberty of pouring his own drink. He didn't need to get up to pour his drink. All Josh had to do was reach out with his mind and start moving all the proper items. He was at least over 21 now, and didn't have to hide the point of his interest in gin. He placed three dry cubes in a Tom Collins glass and poured more then a couple mouthfuls of the pine-smelling liquor into his glass. Then let everything shuffle back into it's place. He swirled the glassed twice and brought it up to his lips letting the scent fill his nose before taking a long sip.

*High stakes equates to information.* He placed his glass back down on the counter, hoping no one underage would see it as a free drink, and walked over to Liz and Crimson. He held his hand out to both of them in turn as he greeted the two.

"Good evening to the both of you, I'm Josh." He said, cordially. "I was hoping perhaps the two of you could point me int he direction of some information." Josh finished with a polite smile, and one hand in his pocket.
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"My my aren't we confident for a kid who just arrived here and let use the same condition for you only when you lose, you'll have to wear a cute bunny suit and I don't mean the cute version."

If it weren't for the fact that X had so carefully worded his bet, he might've been a little hesitant. But, while X hardly seemed the most mentally sound individual out there, despite the often childish nature of his antics, he was not stupid. He knew why he wouldn't have to worry about that little stipulation if he lost. But evidently, Pointy didn't. Best make that clear, if only to strike another blow at the boy's macho sense of self importance.

"Somehow I don't think you've been listening, kiddo, but I just can't seem to figure out why...oooooh, I know! Why don't we ask the audience! It can be like that delightfully mundane game show on the TV!" X chimed back excitedly, before suddenly being yanked over toward the side of the cage by what looked to be bolts of electricity. Because they were bolts of electricity; X had deliberately let a bit of his electrical charge escape in order to be yanked over to the chain link walls that comprised their arena. He did of course make sure to put his 'shell' back to normal before he hit the side of the cage though; no sense in getting himself sucked into the arena. "Ring! Ring! Ring! So, nameless individual whom I don't care to know, what was the bet I'd gone and made with Pointy over here, hmm? You have thirty seconds!"

The male student looking up at X as he clung to the cage wall with a smile was, understandably, a little unnerved by the odd behavior. But at the very least, he was nice enough to play along. Whether or not it was because he wasn't sure if the weirdo on the other side of the fence would hunt him down and kill him for kicks and giggles was another matter.

"Uh...that he couldn't beat you?"

"NO! That's wrong! Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, WRONG!" X shouted, and for the first time since his arrival there was an unmistakable sense of rage in his voice, not to mention showing plain as day on his face. The faint electrical arcs in his eyes had suddenly grown in size, crackling through the air around X's face as he took his unexpected anger out on the man who'd...answered a simple question wrong. That wrath vanished as suddenly as it had come, as X was once again all smiles when he next spoke. "Guess again though! You were close, I'll give you that. Just ooooone more guess, please!"

"...erm...that he couldn't kill you?"

While X's reaction to the wrong answer had been on one extreme, his reaction to the right answer was on the opposite end. Whereas before he'd been overcome by wrath, now he was almost unbearably giddy with satisfaction. "DING! RIGHTY-OH, DEAR STRANGER! I'd kiss you, but I'm afraid I don't swing that way. Or any way, now that I think about it. Wee bit hard for someone in my condition, don't you think?" X waited, beaming, for some sort of reply from the man, but his expression quickly darkened to another scowl when none came. "Don't worry, it isn't your fault you're an imbecile...but, you get a bonus question to make you feel better and do your mother proud! Two bonus questions even, if you get the first right! Since I bet that Pointy here couldn't kill me, what's the only way I can lose?"

"If he kills you, I gue-"

"Hooray, good for you! You got one right! Now then, part two, if you feel up to it...if you don't, I'll hunt you down and end you, m'kay? Good, I knew you'd be a good sport! Alright then little trooper, one more! If I lose this bet, and I assure you I won't, do you really think I can hold up my end of the deal and play dress up for Pointy's little bunny fetish?"

"Wouldn't...wouldn't you be dead?"

"Oh dear, you're right! I'd be dead! Pushing up daisies, taking a dirt nap, turned into worm chow, taken the deep sleep! Dead as a doornail and six feet under! Simply put, I wouldn't be able to hold up my end of the deal!"

Now, needless to say, the entire time this conversation had been going on, X hadn't really been paying too much attention to his opponent. And why should he? After all, what did he have to fear? Sure he could no doubt be beaten, and beaten badly for that matter, but he'd still be able to come back in due time. Besides, he was in this for his own amusement, embarassing Drake was just a bonus, and fighting with him was at the very bottom of the list of things X cared about at the moment. Right after whether or not it were possible to make artificial hamsters out of computer chips and synthetic fur, and if it was possible to decapitate someone with a yo-yo. Still, all that rambling about a blue fireball, a blue fireball that was blue as was noted, did give him a vague idea that he was about to get shot in the back. Or if he turned around, shot in the front! Such was the way with this whole 'fighting' thing.

"So, do I win anything?" the patron asked, clearly jokingly, and for a moment X even laughed with him.

"Why of course, dear boy! What sort of person do you take me for?" X answered happily, before his expression darkened again, and his voice went from the cheerful tone that had been the norm into what almost amounted to an angry growl. "Here you go..."

Almost as if it had been rehearsed, X quickly stepped to the side just in time to give the man a nice, clear view of the strange blue fireball that Drake had just made. Odd as it would undoubtedly seem to those who'd endured X's behavior all night, he'd actually planned the whole thing from the start. Sure he didn't know a damned thing about Pointy the Demon Boy's powers, or what he'd attack with, or even what the blue fireball did; he did however, plan on ensuring as many of Drake's attacks as possible harmed the spectators foolish enough to watch the fight cage-side, however. And as the poor man writhed around on the floor screaming, something about burning alive, X gave a short chuckle and was back to his old, giddy self. Not to mention finally paying attention to his opponent again.

"They're so cute, aren't they? Guinea pigs, I mean. Stupid, fun to play with, and perfect test subjects!" X gleefully exclaimed, and finding it so hard to contain his amusement that he was almost dancing around in place with joy...while the man he'd been speaking to only moments before continued to stop, drop, and roll to put out flames that weren't there. "That's a neat trick, kiddo, gotta admit. A little too noisy for my liking though, and you only get a two for your execution. I mean come now, did you really think I'd look at something you told me to while in the middle of a fight? A fight that's supposed to be to the death, for that matter? You might as well have just tried shouting, 'Hey! Look behind you!"
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"Oh, I see something..." It was time to play confessional. "For one thing, He's been here long enough to watch that demon more than he's letting on. For another thing, I have no question that he's not lying about the demon's inability to kill him. My risk, is that I doubt he has the ability to do any serious damage." That was part one of what felt like a long speech, but there was another truth to be had. "In addition to that, even if he looses the stakes against the next challenger will double. I can put down half of what I put down last time and leave this establishment just as rich effectively. But... if things go my way... the next round will be something he Cannot win."

It was impossible to tell whether Crimson was referring to the current round or the one thereafter, but this was the ace up his sleeve. If X somehow failed him, then the next one million yen bet would be guaranteed as a victory. However, what happened next was more than a source of interest for him, it was a gem in the raw that opened up new opportunities.

No, we are not talking about X somehow managing to monologue and abuse some poor random on looker. We were talking about the man who was currently blocking his view of the stage, a man whom introduced himself as Josh. Part of Crimson almost flipped at that introduction. Though he might be slacker, researching school history and important figures was something he considered mandatory in order to pull off the manipulations that were planned. Josh was not a very common name on this side of the Pacific, and his age placed him in the correct bracket to possibly be the Josh. Think of the potential that he held to gain in such an ally. It was jaw dropingly awesome, so much so that for once Crimson sounded respectful in his tone.

"Josh? The Legendary Josh of AHS?" He rose slowly, the limp always was a source of aggravation during introductions. A hand was offered out, and that cocky smile was wiped from his mouth. Now was serious time. "You need information? Have a seat with us." Crimson offered up a chair that had vacated itself as soon as he'd asked the name question. Names like Ryu and Josh tended to make the new generations scamper if they knew the pretense. "We'll need to narrow down the scope of what information you need of course, so if I could get a focal point to start from?"

The all business man winced as he heard the screams of X's victim. The Demon's fireball had been meant to do something rather wicked after all from the sound of it. No matter, it was still an attack. If the demon was only capable of attacks, Crimson was guaranteed a victory if X failed him.
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*Legendary?* He was a little shocked that someone had called him legendary. Sure, he had always done his part in whatever conflict arose, but that was more out of responsibility to his friends and home than the act was of attempting to become famous. While other meta’s used the fact that they had saved the city/country/world to gain spots on the daytime talk shows (before the anti-meta sentiment), he had always opted out of the limelight. He wasn’t much of a public relations type anyhow. What had shocked him about the statement was that to be a legend, you had to disappear or die. But he never remembered leaving, and he was still very much alive. He hated mind games, forward and critical thinking never much played a part in his life. It was so much easier to just put the square block in the square hole.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Crimson.” Josh took the offered hand and gave a firm and respectful handshake. He was polite enough to not take notice of the limp. After all, it was a man’s personal business what happened to his body. That and Josh remembered the time he took a beating from a man who walked with a roller before. Times like that made him remember to never judge a book by its cover.

As the younger student scampered away, Josh sat down on the vacated stool. He propped his left foot up on the foot rest, and let his right leg stay planted on the ground, lounging back on the bar. On his way over he had noticed that the drinks were empty. Among other things he had learned in the seedy areas of Tokyo, was that the quickest way to ply information from someone was the get them drinks. Of course, Crimson had already offered the information to him which left the exchange a moot point.

Still, it was in the least polite to refill the drinks of these two patrons. With the same eerily haunted movements, the glasses started to move by themselves. His own glass of gin lifted off the bar just enough to make it look like there were rollers underneath it, because it seemed to glide just above the surface of the bar. At the same time the spritzer hose that had a selection of soda snaked its way up above the counter, while the melting and deformed ice cubes that had been in Liz’s glass lifted themselves and dropped into the trash, being replaced by squared ice cubes.

“And you Crimson, what’s your drink?” Granted, Crimson never gave Josh his name, it had been plucked from his mind. In meetings like this it was best to keep the other person on their toes, to ensure that promises were never hastily given. If the other party had something to think about, they were less likely to make absurd deals. Was it polite? Of course not, but to make an omelet, you have to break a few eggs.

The other student was still rolling around, screaming that he was on fire. The mind was a powerful thing, and if it believed it was in danger bad enough, sometimes symptoms started to appear. Like the blisters that were forming along his forearms. Josh knew that it wasn’t a physical malady that ailed him, but a psychic one. That just happened to be one of his areas of expertise. With a forceful push into the younger students mind he established a connection, all the while keeping his bearing as to the two acquaintances that were sitting with him. In the young mans mind, he was rolling around with buffets of flames engulfing his body; he didn’t know how close the boy was to death until he saw that.

Josh tried to calm the boy down, tell him it was all in his head, but the kid wouldn’t listen. He was now a risk to himself, and if he caught Josh, could spread that problem. Something Josh did not have the time or patience for at this moment. The summoner spread his legs to shoulder width and brought both arms out to their full extent. Then with a mighty clap he snuffed the flames off of the younger student’s body. What remained was a badly burned vaguely human looking frame. Josh knelt close to the boy and whispered to him.

“Sleep.”

In the world the boy had stopped writhing around on the ground in pain, instead he was just laying there, still as a statue. A small crowd of his friends had gathered around, whispering in worried tones. Josh projected his voice so that they could hear him as he talked with Crimson and Liz.

“He’s better now. In a full nights sleep he’ll be healed.” He looked from Crimson back to Liz, addressing no one in particular. “Seems to be pretty dangerous here.” He took another slow sip from his gin, letting the pine tree taste soak into his tongue, and the vapors of the drink waft down his throat, providing a slight burn.

“I seem to have a problem. A great problem. I am going to need a great deal of information about things that happened three years ago up until the present day.” He twitched his wrist that held his glass, sending the liquid inside to twirl around the glass letting off the same pine tree aroma into the air. “Would the two of you be able to help me with that?”
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