Forgotten Secrets Roleplay

"Because, Kamaria, this is my place of business. Its where I work and live. Always keep your house in order, otherwise people will walk all over you."





Lamot would serenly smile at Kamaria. It was almost as if he had two parts of his personality, above and below, whichever one was the real him would be scary, but finding which might make it even worse. He would watch the woman walk over to the bar, an eyebrow raising, a smile twitching his lips a little. The stance of a fighter, a nod of the head as he thought absentmindedly. Of course when she offered a bet he would quirk his half smile.





"You're either the cockiest kid, or its a trap as my companion says."





He would rest his chin on his hand, his elbow on his bar, looking her up and down, assessing her. He could see the fighting spirit, and was of mixed emotions about it. He didn't use the cage when the bar proper was open unless it was needed for a time out to customers. It was one ofthose open secrets, of course.





"Come back at four am. I'll add you to the roster. You can't bet on your own matches. Win, you get ten percent of bets placed on you, lose for five percent. You'll want a few fights under your belt before you take me on, and I don't entirely trust you to not be a trap yet. If I catch your weapon betting on you I will make sure that steps get taken."





It was a fair offer. He had never met another wielder who enjoyed fighting like that, of course. It was interesting to see. This one might be a challenge.





"No weapons in the cage, fights are to tapping out or knockout. Get a reputation as too dirty a fighter and matches will dry up. Any fights outside the cage I will put a stop to with all the force required. Think you can handle it, kiddo, or will you choose not to?"





The half smile, watching the girl's eyes, making sure she understood where she stood with things. It would be a quick and easy way to make a lot of money if she was good, and he did enjoy new fighters, new techniques to learn.
 
Säde's visage was momentarily one of pure confusion. What the f*ck was this man talking about? Roster? Where paid matches going on here? He mentioned a cage as well, was that why he drug the man from before down below? Suddenly a cold sweat began to develop all over her body, and her pupils narrowed visibly.The look of confusion replaced by one of dulled fear. He said her weapon. As if it was a living thing... H-how... Does he know?


No, He must of just made a mistake, she'd never been here before, and neither had Taro.. Her breathing unconsciously grew sharper and shortened. She wasn't going back, She still had nightmares.. The shadowy figures stooped over her, Cold hands brushing over her bare torso. Slicing into her soft skin and opening her wide. She Tried to scream, but nothing escaped her lips...


Calm down! Calm. Down. You are not going to break down in front of all these people. She Scowled and rubbed her eyes, trying to play it off. Her lips hurt from frowning so hard, and she barely managed to force back the tears.


There was no need to fear this man, he obviously isn't with them to offer her a match and everything. He seemed completely indifferent to what she was along as she didn't abuse it.. She shook her head. But how did he know? He just played it off as if it where nothing out of the ordinary.. Where there.... others?


She gathered her composure and Marched closer to the man, Spiting on the floor and moving to shake his hand. "Deal, I just need to talk to my friend about this..."
 
Astaroth scowled. "We don't owe anything..." He murmured to his partner. "There's something off about this place... It's like a gathering of weapons and wielders, but there's no sign of peace..." Astaroth then began to shove Gypsy out the door. He didn't know why the place scared him so much, but it did, and he didn't want to find out why. Another flashback struck through his mind. It was a different setting than before, but he was brawling it out with another wielder. Shaking his head, the thoughts dissipated. "Let's go find a place to rest before all the good spots are taken."


 
Satsu would reach into her pockets and pull out wads of cash; it was no life-savings but was more than enough to have gotten her by for some time. After all the girl didn't have much for needs and her desires weren't ones cash could provide her... she learned that the hard way once when a girl had offered up her body. Interesting experience all the same. Eyes would scan the location and she would see a small hardened creature scatter across the floor. Satsu didn't have issues with the dastardly things, but alas they were carriers of disease and takers of food, plus they would easily awaken her when running across her flesh. If it were up to her they might have to go, alas she might easily change her mind if they seemed to be of any use to her inconsistent mind.


Watching the display of violence with a smile on her face she would be somewhat distracted when he turned to speak to her, but soon enough her daze would wear off and her head would process his words so that her mouth may be able to respond. "That may be fun" she would respond as her gaze drifted around the room picturing swinging a heavy weapon and breaking down the walls, breaking down the bones so that a satisfying crunch would be heard... oh the visions were quite delicious. "Quite suitable" she would practically be dancing around the place now, picturing more and more bodies scattered by artistic means, all dedicated by for and to her. What glory it may hold.
 
“Nonsense, you order stuff, you owe what you ordered for.” Gypsy smirked teasing him a bit knowing he seemed a bit upset for some reason even she couldn’t place again. At his words of gathering and lack of peace she tensed almost falling not expecting the shove. Her eyes glanced to him, and then back to the place they were leaving. “Yeah . . . rest.” Curious as a cat, the guy just had to put it into her mind in some way. “We paying for a place or hitting the streets for fun?” She asked glancing to Tar not willing to argue with him, almost wanting to sooth his emotions for once. “You know . . . you keep talking about a big bad wolf . . . maybe there can never be peace for our type until it’s taken down? Maybe . . . maybe that’s the place to start in your quest to do so?” She frown at the waitress came to mind. "I'm sure that bar wench would make a perfect little red after all."
 
Kamaria tossed her hands into the air in a surrendering motion when Lemot explained the rules to this...this other wielder then went along to encourage her.


"Fine, fine... Look, if you want to get yourself all busted up down there, go ahead. I swear, you're going to die in one of those cage fights. See if I care...," she stated, wiping her hands on her apron in a jerky motion then making her way back to the counter.


Kamaria's voice really hadn't been angry when she spoke up. It was more of an exasperated sigh than a harsh scolding. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed her cleaning rag off to the side with the other cleaning supplies then untied her apron, lifting it over her head and hanging it on a hook nearby. Grabbing her bag from under the counter, she strutted to the front door, stopping by Lemot for just a moment.


"You obviously have the bar under control and don't need my advice right now so I think I'll just go ahead and take my break," she told him, adjusting the strap to her pack.


With that, she disappeared through the front door, blue hair and all. Strolling out to the sidewalk, she lifted her chin and took a deep breath of fresh air. How nice it was to breath in air without the heavy stench of tobacco filling your nose. Down the walkway she went, passing by the pair who had just left the bar. Catching Gypsy's eye for a moment, she inhaled sharply and quickened her pace, scurrying around the corner. She got a bad vibe from that other weapon. At the bar, she certainly seemed to have something against the barmaid, though she didn't have a clue what. Was it because she talked to her partner?


Sighing deeply, Kamaria continued on, eventually making it to the park only a block away. Reaching the small oasis of the bustling city, she slipped off her shoes and let her bare feet touch the soft grass. It felt nice to get out of the heels. No doubt she loved working with Lemot and even had a soft spot for the bar itself, but it sure came with a lot of chaos.
 
Lamot's posture didn't change as the proverbial sweat broke out on the female wielder's face, a faint grin as Kamaria did her version of a hissy fit.


"No, kiddo, there's a reason why we have the cage fights. People know when to break them up. Have a good break."


His attention focusing on the other weilder, appraising her a little. If she had fits like that in the fight she would be easy to take out. He would nod his head and smile a little, letting them get over it before they came to accept it. Of course when she spat on the floor it would get a quirked eyebrow, his hand shaking the woman's.


"Name's Lamot. I don't come to your house and spill bodily fluids on it. As I said, if you're here at four in the morning, I'll have a couple of fights lined up for you."


There was a twinkle in his eyes as his hand didn't crush hers, just a firm, fair handshake, not the type to get into pissing contests outside of the ring. He did at least compliment the woman, with a couple of fights. He had an eye for fighters and scrappers, and she seemed to be a decent one.


"We do have rudimentary first aid, I keep meaning to find a decent doc to work on fighters if its needed between rounds. But those are few and far between as is. Go talk to your friend, if you come back, you'll have fights. If you don't, I figure that you decided to pass."


He would make a gentle shooing motion with his hand, letting her go and do what needed to be done, moving and pouring drinks as the orders came in with his usual style.
 
"Säde, Nice to meet you" She Replied with implied respect as she shook the mans hand roughly. "I"ll be here at four tomorrow, Be ready." Her demeanor was suddenly calm and serious, And with that she walked silently over to her table, dropped a few bills onto it and untied her Black Studded jacket from around her waist and put in on over her camo tank top. The Large gaudy spiked black-steel pauldrons imprinted with leering skulls resting evenly on her shoulders as she walked out the bar door.


She didn't Know what Lamont saw in her, but she was determined to make sure he wouldn't regret it. She really needed this gig.. She sighed sharply.


Her panic attacks have become increasingly frequent, however short in duration. She didn't want to admit it, but Lamont's knowledge of her truly terrified her , but she stopped her self from breaking down.. She couldn't afford such weakness, no one must see her in such a state. She needed to be strong, for all of them..
 
the boy sighed, even after trying to aviod the words kill, death, or die Sayuri had caught on; "im not sure yet....probably" he admitted before spying a clock behind the cash register-mounted desk. looking at the girl he said; " Säde is probbly waiting for us. are you ready to go?"
 
Cal watched his present owner dancing and prancing with glee, his face a stoney, expressionless visage. It seemed he didn't have much of a sense of humor, of course he didn't know what was going through the girl's head. He would take the money, looking her in the eyes.


"Wait here. Look around. Kill some bugs."


He would disappear, returning an hour later. A sledge hammer over one shoulder with two packed plastic bags pressed against his back with food and bottled water, a sack in his other hand which he would drop on the ground with a metallic thud. He would put the sledgehammer down, moving the bags off and rummaged through them. It had only been a quick run for things for immediate survival and training. Getting some explosives would end up taking more time, and access to a construction site.He would take out a bottle of water and opened it, taking a couple of swigs and then closing it, would look around with a faint nod.


"Satsu. Use the hammer on the walls you saw me kicking in. They're not load bearing, they shouldn't cause the roof to fall on you."


Of course, he would stand out of reach of crumbling plaster from above, just in case he had been wrong, leaning against a door frame, his eyes watching her technique of destruction. He appreciated the destruction for a necessary cause. It would make him seem a little strange, perhaps, but there was more life behind his glasses in his eyes than she would have seen before. He also wouldn't let her stop.
 
Astaroth looked to his partner when she mentioned the big bad wolf and the barmaid as little red. He rolled his eyes before looking ahead of him and continuing walking. "Of course, to find out more about these underground science labs and what they're planning is my quest..." He fell silent for several moments before turning a sidewalk corner.


"Fine," October replied, standing up on her feet and cracking her knuckles. Turning her head away and pulling out the bottle of Tylenol, she held it up to his face, still looking away. "H-here..." She murmured. "Just take some of it... You're my partner, so if you're not feeling well..." She sighed in a frustrated way, as if embarrassed she was telling him any of this. "Well then I won't feel well either! We have to keep our strength if another pair attacks us..."
 
" I understand where your coming from" the young man replied as he took the pill bottle, opening it and popping a single Tylenol, swallowing it dry, he hated taking pills but the discomfort was a small price to pay for his partners peace of mind.


"But even if we`re at full strength all of the time there could be pairs that are just plain better then us." Alphonse moved towards the side Octobers head was facing so he could make eye contact with his partner before continuing; "if we get dragged into a lose-lose situation, i want you get away the first chance you get okay?" less than half a second after he uttered the sentence Alphonse shook his head making his green hair sway back and forth; "on second thought lets not talk about that now.... do you need help carrying your stuff?"
 
"Of course" Sayuri replied coldly, Finishing what was left of her ice cream and throwing away the trash.


"Taro, do you ever worry about.. dieing?" She looked up at him with her listless crimson eyes, her face ever emotionless as she looked him over.


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Seeing Taro approaching in the distance Säde marched away from the bar and towards his position, her fists clenched at her sides. She wondered if this would go somewhere.. Maybe this is the chance they'd been waiting for, to get off the streets..


10% wasn't much but if she could rise in the ranks she could probably raise enough money to buy a cheap house in the slums or something... She wondered if that would be any better.


There was always the option of going back to robbing people who wander to far from the public eye.. But she just didn't have the heart for it anymore.. Theres no honor in it. To many people would try to fight back and she'd be forced to kill them. She admired their spirit, but their attempts where always in vain. Even if she couldn't take them out alone she could all ways use Taro to wipe them out.


She sighed.
 
Harvir looked up from the chessboard and to his partner and gestured for her to take the seat across from him. He was silent as he watched her, wondering if she would join him for the game or not, but then felt maybe he should say something to her.


"Onyx. Try and play against me. I can teach you the game. It's a good way to start the day. It challenges your mind. I think we all need to learn to do that. But if you do not wish to play we can go and train."


Harvir would not push Onyx into playing with him, even if he felt she could benefit from a little chess playing. He meant what he said. Chess was a challenging game, but it could be helpful to test out your mind that way. He watched her waiting to see how she will respond.


Tazer looked at Julian and reached out a hand as if to take his. She didn't though and let her hand drop back to her side as they walked. She had moments like that. Where she would reach out or look at Julian in a way, a way she did not mean. As if she wanted more from their relationship. She felt sometimes that even though they were partners Julian kept her at a distance and she hated that. Sure they seemed to have a brother/sister type of friendship, but even that felt a little distant to her.


Tazer would never admit to wanting some kind of comfort from her partner. She'd never say it because she was afraid of how Julian would respond to it. She didn't want to be treated like a child but she felt that for now that was all he saw her as.


"Are you sure? I mean I'd prefer to change, but I can deal."
 



Gypsy sighed some, didn’t the boy realized he was dragging her along with him into dangers unknown? Then again for all she knew he didn’t really care, he had his self proclaimed mission and that was that. She would follow him in silence after awhile trying to think over things; perhaps trying to even figure out ways to help him in his dream goal. “Wouldn’t that take a lot more resources and people than just us?”





She actually gave a cute smile rubbing the back of her head after awhile. Didn’t he see how difficult or impossible this goal of his seemed to be? Eh, you only live once, and if this was how her partner wished to do it who was she to deny it? “Anyways, what am I suppose to do to help?” She asked honestly willing to do what was needed at times. That was as long as she still got her fun off and on, and who knows, maybe they could get into some real fun of breaking and entering while they were at it. Stuff that posed a real challenged.


 
Taro didin`t expect Sayuri`s question but he didin`t let that fact show on his face[color=[URL="http://www.rpnation.com/usertag.php?do=list&action=hash&hash=0000ff]"]#0000ff][/URL] "scared of dieing ? for a long time I was but lately Iv`e been telling myself that when it`s my time to go it`s just my time to go,[/color] life is too short and mines is`nt going to get any longer by worrying about it all the time." when Säde reunited with them he looked at her clenched fists and then up at her eyes, his partner seemed to be thinking about something ; "Is there anything you need to get off of your chest?" the boy asked in a concerned voice.
 
Dante would sigh; this girl just didn’t get it. This was in no way free, not if they could never get away and would always have to fight. Then again when she spoke of being as free as they would ever get to be… she most likely had a point there even if he wasn’t inclined to agree. His fingers ran back through his thick hair as he glanced at the one he mostly thought a fool, yet from time to time would show these bits of insight and intelligence and make him wonder which aspect was the truth behind the youthful face. “Yeah. Still won’t see me all excited about it” he would mumble, a small aspect of him still holding out for the promise of his family and at least being free enough to have them.


He would raise an eyebrow at her thoughts on who may die first. In a way he wouldn’t mind, it almost seemed easier than being rewired and having another partner die on him… but he had his parents, at least memories of parents, and couldn’t help but want to outlast to find them, or in at least the truth. His thoughts of such things would last to the door of their room, and he would be thrown off at her hyperness and running into the bathroom. With a shrug he would remove his own shoes and sit his bag beside a bed, reaching for a remote to check out the news, to check out what lies they were willing to show them.


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Satsu would turn to him somewhat and nod, going back to her antics quite easily, not really paying him much mind now. But of course after he left she would find herself bored some and would try to explore the place some. She found a few trinkets left behind from previous tenants and brought them to the counter in the kitchen, pondering if they had any use. A worn doll didn’t have any use to either of them, but she couldn’t help but to bring it with the tools and bits of pieces she collected. Afterwards she would pull out one of her blades and begin to sharpen it some, testing it against her flesh in her arm to see just how well it could cut. But of course when crimson lines appeared at a mere brush of the cold steal to her flesh it would be at its finest and when Cal returned he would find her slicing herself up and getting a feel for her own flesh.


Satsu would eye up the sledgehammer and pick it up, once more she would hold it different ways, trying to get used to the distribution of weight. It had more weight at its head in comparison to Cal, but that would be a given, hell if she got used to swinging this around perhaps it would give her an edge when using him. Time would tell. Moving to do as instructed she would try different strikes as she went on to annihilate the walls around them, having to stop herself from getting carried away and tearing apart the other walls. Her swings would get somewhat more creative, only for her arms to feel the warmth of her muscles being worn down and she would shove past that, knowing that technique, even in such a manner, was ever more important now. When she finished she would turn to him, hunger in her eyes. “You brought food?”
 
Terumi when she was done would come out in a robe only and her hair up in a towel. Her clothes slung neatly over her arm she would fold them and take care in setting them somewhere safe. “It’s all yours.” She announced with a grin, the towel hanging about her so, with her body being so slim compared to most. Outside of her clothes and like this though she would look a lot less like a child, since the pretty dresses and ruffles were all wiped away, and her barrettes were all off.


It was also harder for her to dash around like that without worries of other things. She would wiggle her nose slightly though when she noticed he was watching the news. That was no fun, why did he always have to linger in the darkness of the world so much? “No good cartoons then?” She said with a smile, a tease in her own way, but also knowing it kept up the act well. She knew she was truly helpless, and this way, if she pulled off innocence as well others wouldn’t take advantage of it.
 
Satsu would be given a quirked eyebrow at his return, and she would see his eyes dart to the blood on her arm and the probing fingers, the cold steel as it danced and sliced, and she would see a hunger almost overtake him, a wish that it was him that she was using to penetrate her flesh. Of course, he would pull himself together after a moment, but she would have seen the blood-lust on his face, the desire, and it would have been enough.


Cal would make the occasional suggestion as she hefted the hammer, letting her try a variety of styles, but more or less using this as a way for her to start working on her upper body strength, a faint smile on his lips as he observed, helping by suggesting different dtrokes, and shifting her hands occasionally on the handle. He would make her finish a wall with gentle words, watching her technique as she moved, nodding his head a little, quite surprised as she did impress him, not that it would show on his face.


"Yes, I have bought something to slake your hungers. Enough for at least a couple of days, I hope."


He would smile, handing over a bottle of water and a premade cold beef sandwich. Her tastes had made him instinctually think of a predator, enough to make it so he had thought ahead by getting it.
 
Onyx would silently move across from him, now sitting at the board she would look down at the many pieces and would watch him to see how to set up the board and mirror his actions. She didn’t understand why he kept bringing up training; she hadn’t said anything about it, had she? The concept of challenging her mind was intriguing; would it make her smarter, or at least teach her how to think around certain actions? It seemed perhaps this was more than just a game and she would happily oblige into attempting it. “I really don’t understand it… aside from these front pieces, they go forward… most the time” she would look down at the pieces questioningly, her fingers grazing the pieces as she tried to remember how they were to be moved across the board.
 
At the door opening up once more Satsu would turn to the noise and take in Cal’s reaction quite quickly. A grin would show on her face as he reacted to her blood lust and she began to wonder if she had underestimated just who he may be. While she followed his instructions she would ponder this and consider if he had hungers akin to her own. For some reason it was rare to find another with her appetites, and the prospect of another likeminded excited her. At the food offered she would grab for the sandwich and unwrap it before taking the breads apart to examine what she was given. An approving smile would show as she made the sandwich whole once more, at least until she ripped into it with her teeth. Satsu was somewhat a messy eater, like a carnivore going to town she would tear at the meat savagely.


Her aggressive eating would cool as the meat was consumed and she would start to sip at the bottled water. A wide yawn would contort her face and she would look up at him now as if she were a mere child ready for a nap. The look would pass and she would escape upstairs, her light footsteps easily heard echoing through the empty house. Surely there weren’t beds, but there was a former bedroom, the walls even had a purple hue papering to them. Well that which wasn’t ripped off by time and age. Satsu would curl up and close her eyes, exhausted from the hours of tearing apart the walls, a good burn edging at her nerves.
 
After her shoes had been slipped off, Kamaria grabbed them and hurried towards the giant oak in the center of the park. Tossing the heels towards the base of the tree, she shinnied up its rough trunk with surprising agility and made her way up through the thick branches. In no time at all, she had found her little nook on a wide bough and nestled down into it, pulling the hair tie from her ponytail and allowing her long, icy blue hair to fall down over her shoulders. She then flopped her satchel onto her lap and reached inside, her fingers probing the bag's contents for a moment before reemerging with a soft leather bound journal. Polishing the front slightly with her shirt, she then cracked it open and pulled a pencil from the satchel as well.


Kamaria flipped through the book until she came to her last entry then smoothed out the page and began to write. The tip of the pencil glided across the paper as she recorded the day's surprising events with so many pairs having visited the bar. A gentle breeze blew through the park, yet almost gave the air a sinister feeling. The barmaid did her best to shake it off though and continue her writing.
 
"It's Nothing Taro," She yawned deeply into her elbow "I got a job over at the bar, apparently they're hosting paid fights under the place. The owner wants me to be there at 4:00 tomorrow." She looked deep into his pale blue eyes, awaiting his response. She'd known Taro for as long as she can remember, he'd always been by her side, for better or worse. She liked to think he was loyal, or even thought of her as surrogate big sister.. But she knew It was probably due the fact that she was his wielder and bound to her out of mutual need.


"It's getting late Taro, we need to get find a place to sleep."
 
Taro nodded in agreement to his partner when she proposed that they find a temporary lodging, although he didn`t think that he could get any sleep while he was in possession of a book he had yet to read "there's a hotel complex right over there if we can`t find a better place" the boy said pointing down the other side of the street towards the hotel that , unknown to him already housed a pair and would have yet another pair en-route in a matter of minutes
 
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