Violetti
Your Local Boba Addict
Dren Rieker
"The masochistic stripper"
♢ Location: Combat arena, then library
♢ Interacting: Rosalina TheImmortalDeity
♢ Mentioning: Le Raiju Nessi
After being expunged from the library, Dren spent the rest of the afternoon avoiding potential students and training in the combat arena. Dren shed down to his skivvies and got serious. He activated the "Solo Combat Mode" on the field using a mantra taught by the Admiral. Enemies made of orbs of energy would spring forth from the ground, launching themselves at the snake man. Twirling his specialty scythe, Sky Reaper, he swung the blade across three enemy stomachs, splitting them in half. The energy dissipated on impact, its light particles fading into the air.
Switching the scythe around to rifle mode, Dren mowed down the next row of figures. At such a close distance, the blasts of air bullets pierced through their bodies. The wind traveled beyond them and pushed back oncoming opponents, granting Dren a few more seconds to carry out his next move. Sprinting forward, he launched his scythe into the ground and used the momentum to launch himself into the air. Drawing two switchblades from his undies (he has a sword in there too if you know what I mean), Dren landed on the shoulders of an opponent and broke their neck with his meaty thighs. He then used the switchblades to tackle and bring down the surrounding energy blobs.
The battle continued well into the night until Dren's body pulsed with pleasurable, aching pain. His scales had extended to cover the majority of his skin during the sparring session. Now that he had a chance to rest, the dark armor morphed back into squishy human flesh, leaving behind the usual patches along his neck and body. I wonder if Rosalina is still angry? I still blame that crazy bitch that wrapped her filthy hands around her.
A little surprised and peeved at his irritability over the situation, Dren hissed and gripped his scythe tightly. He reverted it into a compactable staff and tossed it over his shoulder into its rig. "She's a capable woman. There's no reason for me to protect her." I say that, but why do I still feel the desire to defend her? Maybe she reminds me of my sisters back home. That must be it.
Fully clothed and standing at the library door, Dren was unphased to find it locked. The sweat accumulated on his body stuck to his garments immediately, making him a sticky boy who desperately needed a shower. "Rose?? Think you can open up? I'm burning up out here." The only reply Dren received was silence. "I know you're there. Can't a guy get a shower? It's my place too." He stood there for a few minutes longer, praying she might open up.
When she didn't, he let out an exasperated sigh and turned his back to the door, sliding down to the ground. His gruff voice softened. "Hey...do you dislike me that much? I'm sorry if I upset you earlier." Tracing a section of the door's edge with his finger, he hesitantly added, "You know, that riddle was pretty harsh. Me, preying on your and your sister? If that's how you see me, then I'll ask the Admiral for a transfer." He stood up, his weapon rattling against his back. Dren placed a lingering hand on the library door. "The last thing I want to do is to make you feel unsafe."
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