Post by Caesar on Feb 12, 2016 17:24:51 GMT -5
[Medium weights on 51,158/102,316 - Suppressed icly until stated otherwise]
Things had looked up to some degree since he'd gotten to this putrid piss hole of a planet. He'd found a girl that in some odd ways set a fire in his belly and he was actually curious to keep getting to know. His knuckles aching as this thought went through his head. They were a little cut at the moment. But he kept thinking about it curious really on her strange interest of him so easy and she never tried to rob him only share quite the interesting time with him. An yet he didn't want to dash off like with the red girl from heaven or the humans on earth. Or who knew how many past aliens who gave a one knight fling in the past from old crews. A crunch heard out as he thought on this in the back of his head as he worked out some aggression.
Which would bring us to where he was now. Trying to get a little rest and some light respite for a moment. Daring to venture back out alone this time without the delectable Nori at his side. Even if it was safer to have or ask her to aid him he had to learn to move around here until he got his bearings and made a choice on his next move. He didn't want to move to fast and miss out on a good thing here. But he also didn't want to be surrounded by annoying ape warriors who always had a bone to pick with you over things so minor you knew they were just using them as excuses.
Which brought us to where we were now as said prior. A card game and drinks mixed into a emotional and overly grown game of betting. A few bits of cash lost and a few hands of losing angering and stirring soldiers to their seats before long. Tables were shaken before inevitably being flipped and cards and coins scattered to the air. This was the more natural part of the evening mind you. Normally when this happened the soldiers usually roughed up some foreigner to their world or off worlder and then left with the extra cash in hand. This was just how things were done on Vegeta in lack of a real kind and order and only a Prince who wasn't around much and a leader who wasn't the blood prince as well. Hungry elites eagerly looking for opportunities of power didn't help much either. Things were chaotic and it was hard to even say it was a empire in this lacking of command ways it had.
Although one thing they weren't used too is the army and its soldiers not getting away with what they wanted on world. They normally only got in heated positions if a elite wondered through or with their superiors. But in this case the one that had tried to jump Jarvis for supposedly 'cheating' at cards. Came with a surprise of his own. Only having managed to knock Jarvis out of his chair at first with a flip of the table and sucker punch to the jaw. He found himself quickly grabbed in retort when Jarvis stammered to his feet. Even if not at full balance faster then lightning in comparison to even the first class soldiers.
A hand gripping the elastic like chest plate of the warrior and using it to yank him closer. A sickening crunch as Jarvis's fist rammed into the mans nose. Breaking it upon impact. Jarvis able to feel a sensation of cartilage and bone crunching and oozing under his knuckles. The unmistakable scent of blood leaking into the air as it dripped if not welled from the mans nose. The second third and fourth blow producing similar results. Jarvis was normally a calm person but saiyans the bad ones anyway had a way of just getting to him. Their comments on his tail which he still kept up he wasn't even saiyan in any form or blood. The way they mocked aliens of any form and thought themselves superior and the eye of the kais as the perfect race. Both warrior like and in any other form of perfection. They were a prideful race... the kind that had their own heads so far up their own asses the lump in their throat was their own damn noses.
In the chaos of the moment just like with how he needed a outlet with Nori. He just lost it from all the chaos of his life recently. The after life and its troubles and prior that his loss of life and wondering how little the ones of earth probably even though about him for his sacrifice... if you could call it that. In truth after all that happened and he'd sated other urges. The battle in heaven just wasn't enough. He wanted to hurt something... He wanted to let out all this pent up emotions that were making it hard to focus and get back to where he needed to be in mind. He had to be calm and to do that he had to get mad and get it all out.
By the time the fourth leading to a eight in time blow landed the warrior was just limp in Jarvis's grip. Able to hold him up with a single hand. He wasn't dead but several teeth had been knocked out and his lips oozed with blood and puss from the swelling. His eye black and swollen from Jarvis's barrage and his nose was all but crushed. A nasty sound of wheezing as what air he did suck in was from his broken and bruised lips and mouth. "That's what you get for being a right cunt! All you monkey tailed bastards! Insult me for being different? Call me a cheat? You picked the wrong day to fuck with me!" He had made no attempt to hide his base power level anymore in the coming moments as it shot back up to full power. Or at least as much as his new weights would allow. Even with this power he still eclipsed simple soldiers. As if to add emphasis on the moment he felt his energy rushing through his palm. An in a move that would knock out the warrior fully he'd use a tactic he'd been playing around with in his head for awhile.
In a moment electric energy like fearsome lightning of a hurricane would shoot out and wrap around the body. A sound of electrocuting pain rushing the man as sounds of electricity filled the air. The mans body pulsating as the energy shocked him and went through his system lighting up most of his nerves in a fire of pain he'd feel from his head to his toes. Using it to make him black out from the sensation of being electrocuted to death possible. But giving no real harm as it was just a sensation of pain. He'd live just likely not forget this anytime soon... If ever.
Jarvis stopping after moment. A few strands of spare energy shooting off in several directions. The lightning like energy scarring some tables and a nearby wall as the remaining electric energy dissipated into nothingness. Before just dropping the limp husk of the warrior in place and letting him fall to the ground. A midst the scattered cards and coins as well as the broken chairs and table from earlier.
[Learning [ST-1] Electric Torture]
The other two soldiers not far off just looking in bewilderment and astonishment. They were just taken back by the seen they'd just watched unfold before them. Not sure if they really believed it or not or if it was just some joke set up to trick them. Someone actually fought them in their own city? Let alone was strong enough to stand up to their soldiers? Saiyans usually weren't used to the passerby or visitor from Vegeta standing any kind of chance against the first class warriors. They just stood there slack jawed for a moment. AS if trying to come up with something to say. Lost for sever minutes before finally speaking. "You can't do that! We'll take you in! Have you executed for assualting a soldier of his kings army!" He'd say angry now. Taking on a stance as if ready to fight. An just like monkey see monkey do the underling soldier behind him mimiced seemingly ready to strike at his leaders notice.
"But he attacked me!" He'd retort snorting. Chortling it out with a grin but agitated expression. His normally smart ass temper turned into a angered and lightly broiling one inside. Only not as raging in his expressions since even in this state Jarvis had some form of mockery in the way he acted. Jackassery if you would!~ "That's only cause you cheated! That's stealing from the royal army! More reason to take you in!" The more pup of a warrior stated. Quick to take the back of his ally in the defense of the beaten comrade. The soldier way of seeing things here in their minds that set them above most others. Partly the way the damn class system made them think as well. "I did not! He just lost and was to much of a an ass to admit it!" Growling a bit and reaching down quickly in a swoop towards something on the ground. His keen and quick blue eyes quick to catch the larger man already about to lunge. Picking up on his subtle movements as his body prepared to spring into action. As well as feeling his energy in the air the tense sensations that came before the attacker made its pounce towards its intended prey.
Jarvis quick to snap at a movement. Lunging to the to side with such a speed and grace it almost made the larger warrior seem like he was rushing at air and nothing more. His fist gliding into just a gust of wind and nearly sending him off balance. Only not losing his balance from the swift whack Jarvis gave him with the bottle that knocked him back and back to his feet. Although the pained feeling the warrior would feel form Jarvis's blow made it a bitter sweet feeling to not have fallen. For the shattering sound of glass and bits of brown glass that stuck in and protruded from his face pained and angered him. numbing his mind into a state of rage that took away most if not all his clear thought. Blood dripped and seeped from the many small cuts and protrusions. As well as the sticky scent of ale mixing with it that stained and soaked the warriors face, hair, and upper clothing. "Why you mut dog!" He'd roar Jarvis simply snickering as the man came in for another blow. Clearly not learning from the last. Jarvis ducking back weaving and moving like water in a sense. Molding easily as if he was ducking a child's playful swings. It only pleased him more and more to realize just how much he'd grown in comparison now to even soldiers of the empire like this.
The warrior smaller making a stupid dash as well thinking that numbers would make the difference. Jarvis ducking under one of the larger mans fists when he noticed this and slid past. Gliding past the man in what would feel like fractions of a second to them. And quickly putting a stop to any intended aid the shorter young warrior had intended to aid. The jagged bottle stabbing into the warriors face. Cutting open his cheek and just next to his eye. Almost blinding the warrior if Jarvis had wanted to be cruel. But he chose to just leave a scar this time. Taking a moment for when the warrior reached up in pain to clutch his face to send a swift precise upward punch into the mans gut. The armor of his chest plate shattering and cracking around Jarvis's fist and wrist. The fist pushing into the mans gut briefly and forcing out all the air the fellow had in his lungs as well as likely making it feel like for a brief moment his stomach was turned inside out.
Jarvis pulling his fist free as the warrior held his gut briefly after. Stumbling forward several steps with a white expression and eyes so wide it looked as if he'd seen a ghost. His mouth slung wide open and as if he was going to say something but only gasps escaped as it seemed he tried to find air more then words. Before collapsing on the ground a couple meters from the warrior who had first fallen. Sent into a state of ko'd pain to rest with the other smart mouth. "I'm not a mut you bastards! Pfft. But even if I was rather a mut then a pure blooded monkey!" He'd say just as the bigger warrior came at him again. Having reclaimed his balanced and still stinking of blood and ale.
Arching and cupping his arms under Jarvis's armpits and getting him in a arm lock. Of course Jarvis could have a voided it but more was curious to see how the man would react. Grabbing him and trying to squeeze Jarvis's arms back and in the hold. Putting pressure on his back and if he was dealing with any other warrior perhaps trying to dislocate the arms at the shoulders to get them to pop from the sockets. Jarvis just standing there in the hold as the warrior groaned and chuckled trying this for several minutes. Looking pleased... until he realized it wasn't going anywhere. An as much as he strained Jarvis's strong arms and built muscle just didn't give in. "Awww what's the matter? Having trouble?" Saying it purposely to get the mans anger up. Peering over his shoulder to see for the right moment. "Shut up you putrid little excuse for a w-" The crunch and slosh of flesh was sickening. As Jarvis bashed his head back hard and at a angle to hit the man just right.
Knocking the chin of the warrior up and forcing him to bit deep within into his own tongue. Cutting perhaps two thirds of the way through. Slicing off the mans words and making it likely for him to loose speech for at least several months. If not giving him a permanent lisp to mach the dumb ass scared face he was now gonna have. Jarvis heaved his body and head forward as well arching forward. Using the moment of weakness that was presented by the injured man to throw his head back again. Smashing this time into the mans nose. He could feel it crunching against the back of his head. The bonds crumbling like rocks turning into gravel. The sound of cartilage popping and a sticky fluid he guessed was blood lightly dripping out on his neck and the back of his head. From the warriors nose being crushed or from his spewing tongue likely.
Jerking his arms off too the side breaking the grasp as he did this. Shoving out and throwing the warriors arms off as easily as he might pull a coat from his shoulders. Turning with just as much speed as he had in prior moments. An letting loose. Several sounds of cracking armor made as fist sized holes formed in the mans armor chest plate. Pieces sent scattering off like shrapnel. Before ending in the whole chest armor just exploding off in bits and pieces. Jarvis flashing away in the last instance only to appear behind the man. An bringing down a swift strong chop of the bottom side of his hand to the warriors shoulder where it met the base of his neck. Dropping him instantly. Breathing heavily for a few moments as he looked down at the center of the bar and the beaten soldiers on a little R&R. The place wasn't that packed given the time of day so it was only to the privy of a small select audience. Mainly other low class or minor races taking a break from their lowly tasks. The bartender just sorta keeping his silence. Most at this point just didn't want to get involved. This happened so often they usually just let it be although it was a tough situation since it had never been the soldiers often to be n the losing side of such altercations. Jarvis reaching down towards the ground as he walked toward the corner of the bar. Picking up one of the bottles that had dropped but not broken.
Pulling the cork and downing the strong and flavored spice Kold wine. A rarity but he needed a drink after that. Downing the whole bottle in a matter of moments until not a drop remained in the dark purple glass bottle. Letting out a relived breath as he refreshed himself on its find flavor and delicious scent that filled his nose after he stopped guzzling it. "Ah! Now that tastes good. Good to have a nice bit of something good to hit the spot after chasing off the rats! Bahaha!" He'd add when he heard light groans on the floor. Wanting to rub in a bit more dirt on their ego's just encase they got any bright ideas. Sliding a couple coins on the bar worth more then the bottle and the one he'd ask for. Not allot but enough to give the man the gist of some form of a apology for the bar owner. His card winnings as well... He could go back to having no money here he just didn't want it to have hurt the wrong people. "Another?" He'd ask calmly before being slid another bottle of what he'd just drank. The bartender sighing but nodding as if he understood the gesture. It would pay to have a safe place possibly to have a drink later. An it was good to know at least some knew how to play the game proper here. Maybe things would get brighter if he could just avoid the sheet heels next time. Walking toward the door and stepping on one of the warriors hands as he did hearing a pained groan yelp from them as he did. Biting out the cork of his drink and spitting it out as he did. Clearly intending to have stepped on him. "Oh my appologies... might want to get those wounds looked at... Heh. Better keep this to yourselves as well. I'm sure your superiors wouldn't like you getting bested so easily by a... Mut? Was it you called me? Heh... no matter." He'd say chugging down the bottle as he made his exit. Wondering out to find his way back to Nori. A little relaxtion and some sweet company would be nice... He kinda missed someone sweet to sit with and talk to.
Jarvis already wanting to sit and talk to her. Corking the bottle and saving over three quarters of it for him and her to share. Her company was something he was beginning to really favor. It'd be nice to have a drink with her and just... talk. After he now worked out this aggression that had been egging on him.
[PL , Medium weights, Learning Blurring Blue ST-2-3] and Electric Torture St-1]
Things had looked up to some degree since he'd gotten to this putrid piss hole of a planet. He'd found a girl that in some odd ways set a fire in his belly and he was actually curious to keep getting to know. His knuckles aching as this thought went through his head. They were a little cut at the moment. But he kept thinking about it curious really on her strange interest of him so easy and she never tried to rob him only share quite the interesting time with him. An yet he didn't want to dash off like with the red girl from heaven or the humans on earth. Or who knew how many past aliens who gave a one knight fling in the past from old crews. A crunch heard out as he thought on this in the back of his head as he worked out some aggression.
Which would bring us to where he was now. Trying to get a little rest and some light respite for a moment. Daring to venture back out alone this time without the delectable Nori at his side. Even if it was safer to have or ask her to aid him he had to learn to move around here until he got his bearings and made a choice on his next move. He didn't want to move to fast and miss out on a good thing here. But he also didn't want to be surrounded by annoying ape warriors who always had a bone to pick with you over things so minor you knew they were just using them as excuses.
Which brought us to where we were now as said prior. A card game and drinks mixed into a emotional and overly grown game of betting. A few bits of cash lost and a few hands of losing angering and stirring soldiers to their seats before long. Tables were shaken before inevitably being flipped and cards and coins scattered to the air. This was the more natural part of the evening mind you. Normally when this happened the soldiers usually roughed up some foreigner to their world or off worlder and then left with the extra cash in hand. This was just how things were done on Vegeta in lack of a real kind and order and only a Prince who wasn't around much and a leader who wasn't the blood prince as well. Hungry elites eagerly looking for opportunities of power didn't help much either. Things were chaotic and it was hard to even say it was a empire in this lacking of command ways it had.
Although one thing they weren't used too is the army and its soldiers not getting away with what they wanted on world. They normally only got in heated positions if a elite wondered through or with their superiors. But in this case the one that had tried to jump Jarvis for supposedly 'cheating' at cards. Came with a surprise of his own. Only having managed to knock Jarvis out of his chair at first with a flip of the table and sucker punch to the jaw. He found himself quickly grabbed in retort when Jarvis stammered to his feet. Even if not at full balance faster then lightning in comparison to even the first class soldiers.
A hand gripping the elastic like chest plate of the warrior and using it to yank him closer. A sickening crunch as Jarvis's fist rammed into the mans nose. Breaking it upon impact. Jarvis able to feel a sensation of cartilage and bone crunching and oozing under his knuckles. The unmistakable scent of blood leaking into the air as it dripped if not welled from the mans nose. The second third and fourth blow producing similar results. Jarvis was normally a calm person but saiyans the bad ones anyway had a way of just getting to him. Their comments on his tail which he still kept up he wasn't even saiyan in any form or blood. The way they mocked aliens of any form and thought themselves superior and the eye of the kais as the perfect race. Both warrior like and in any other form of perfection. They were a prideful race... the kind that had their own heads so far up their own asses the lump in their throat was their own damn noses.
In the chaos of the moment just like with how he needed a outlet with Nori. He just lost it from all the chaos of his life recently. The after life and its troubles and prior that his loss of life and wondering how little the ones of earth probably even though about him for his sacrifice... if you could call it that. In truth after all that happened and he'd sated other urges. The battle in heaven just wasn't enough. He wanted to hurt something... He wanted to let out all this pent up emotions that were making it hard to focus and get back to where he needed to be in mind. He had to be calm and to do that he had to get mad and get it all out.
By the time the fourth leading to a eight in time blow landed the warrior was just limp in Jarvis's grip. Able to hold him up with a single hand. He wasn't dead but several teeth had been knocked out and his lips oozed with blood and puss from the swelling. His eye black and swollen from Jarvis's barrage and his nose was all but crushed. A nasty sound of wheezing as what air he did suck in was from his broken and bruised lips and mouth. "That's what you get for being a right cunt! All you monkey tailed bastards! Insult me for being different? Call me a cheat? You picked the wrong day to fuck with me!" He had made no attempt to hide his base power level anymore in the coming moments as it shot back up to full power. Or at least as much as his new weights would allow. Even with this power he still eclipsed simple soldiers. As if to add emphasis on the moment he felt his energy rushing through his palm. An in a move that would knock out the warrior fully he'd use a tactic he'd been playing around with in his head for awhile.
In a moment electric energy like fearsome lightning of a hurricane would shoot out and wrap around the body. A sound of electrocuting pain rushing the man as sounds of electricity filled the air. The mans body pulsating as the energy shocked him and went through his system lighting up most of his nerves in a fire of pain he'd feel from his head to his toes. Using it to make him black out from the sensation of being electrocuted to death possible. But giving no real harm as it was just a sensation of pain. He'd live just likely not forget this anytime soon... If ever.
Jarvis stopping after moment. A few strands of spare energy shooting off in several directions. The lightning like energy scarring some tables and a nearby wall as the remaining electric energy dissipated into nothingness. Before just dropping the limp husk of the warrior in place and letting him fall to the ground. A midst the scattered cards and coins as well as the broken chairs and table from earlier.
[Learning [ST-1] Electric Torture]
The other two soldiers not far off just looking in bewilderment and astonishment. They were just taken back by the seen they'd just watched unfold before them. Not sure if they really believed it or not or if it was just some joke set up to trick them. Someone actually fought them in their own city? Let alone was strong enough to stand up to their soldiers? Saiyans usually weren't used to the passerby or visitor from Vegeta standing any kind of chance against the first class warriors. They just stood there slack jawed for a moment. AS if trying to come up with something to say. Lost for sever minutes before finally speaking. "You can't do that! We'll take you in! Have you executed for assualting a soldier of his kings army!" He'd say angry now. Taking on a stance as if ready to fight. An just like monkey see monkey do the underling soldier behind him mimiced seemingly ready to strike at his leaders notice.
"But he attacked me!" He'd retort snorting. Chortling it out with a grin but agitated expression. His normally smart ass temper turned into a angered and lightly broiling one inside. Only not as raging in his expressions since even in this state Jarvis had some form of mockery in the way he acted. Jackassery if you would!~ "That's only cause you cheated! That's stealing from the royal army! More reason to take you in!" The more pup of a warrior stated. Quick to take the back of his ally in the defense of the beaten comrade. The soldier way of seeing things here in their minds that set them above most others. Partly the way the damn class system made them think as well. "I did not! He just lost and was to much of a an ass to admit it!" Growling a bit and reaching down quickly in a swoop towards something on the ground. His keen and quick blue eyes quick to catch the larger man already about to lunge. Picking up on his subtle movements as his body prepared to spring into action. As well as feeling his energy in the air the tense sensations that came before the attacker made its pounce towards its intended prey.
Jarvis quick to snap at a movement. Lunging to the to side with such a speed and grace it almost made the larger warrior seem like he was rushing at air and nothing more. His fist gliding into just a gust of wind and nearly sending him off balance. Only not losing his balance from the swift whack Jarvis gave him with the bottle that knocked him back and back to his feet. Although the pained feeling the warrior would feel form Jarvis's blow made it a bitter sweet feeling to not have fallen. For the shattering sound of glass and bits of brown glass that stuck in and protruded from his face pained and angered him. numbing his mind into a state of rage that took away most if not all his clear thought. Blood dripped and seeped from the many small cuts and protrusions. As well as the sticky scent of ale mixing with it that stained and soaked the warriors face, hair, and upper clothing. "Why you mut dog!" He'd roar Jarvis simply snickering as the man came in for another blow. Clearly not learning from the last. Jarvis ducking back weaving and moving like water in a sense. Molding easily as if he was ducking a child's playful swings. It only pleased him more and more to realize just how much he'd grown in comparison now to even soldiers of the empire like this.
The warrior smaller making a stupid dash as well thinking that numbers would make the difference. Jarvis ducking under one of the larger mans fists when he noticed this and slid past. Gliding past the man in what would feel like fractions of a second to them. And quickly putting a stop to any intended aid the shorter young warrior had intended to aid. The jagged bottle stabbing into the warriors face. Cutting open his cheek and just next to his eye. Almost blinding the warrior if Jarvis had wanted to be cruel. But he chose to just leave a scar this time. Taking a moment for when the warrior reached up in pain to clutch his face to send a swift precise upward punch into the mans gut. The armor of his chest plate shattering and cracking around Jarvis's fist and wrist. The fist pushing into the mans gut briefly and forcing out all the air the fellow had in his lungs as well as likely making it feel like for a brief moment his stomach was turned inside out.
Jarvis pulling his fist free as the warrior held his gut briefly after. Stumbling forward several steps with a white expression and eyes so wide it looked as if he'd seen a ghost. His mouth slung wide open and as if he was going to say something but only gasps escaped as it seemed he tried to find air more then words. Before collapsing on the ground a couple meters from the warrior who had first fallen. Sent into a state of ko'd pain to rest with the other smart mouth. "I'm not a mut you bastards! Pfft. But even if I was rather a mut then a pure blooded monkey!" He'd say just as the bigger warrior came at him again. Having reclaimed his balanced and still stinking of blood and ale.
Arching and cupping his arms under Jarvis's armpits and getting him in a arm lock. Of course Jarvis could have a voided it but more was curious to see how the man would react. Grabbing him and trying to squeeze Jarvis's arms back and in the hold. Putting pressure on his back and if he was dealing with any other warrior perhaps trying to dislocate the arms at the shoulders to get them to pop from the sockets. Jarvis just standing there in the hold as the warrior groaned and chuckled trying this for several minutes. Looking pleased... until he realized it wasn't going anywhere. An as much as he strained Jarvis's strong arms and built muscle just didn't give in. "Awww what's the matter? Having trouble?" Saying it purposely to get the mans anger up. Peering over his shoulder to see for the right moment. "Shut up you putrid little excuse for a w-" The crunch and slosh of flesh was sickening. As Jarvis bashed his head back hard and at a angle to hit the man just right.
Knocking the chin of the warrior up and forcing him to bit deep within into his own tongue. Cutting perhaps two thirds of the way through. Slicing off the mans words and making it likely for him to loose speech for at least several months. If not giving him a permanent lisp to mach the dumb ass scared face he was now gonna have. Jarvis heaved his body and head forward as well arching forward. Using the moment of weakness that was presented by the injured man to throw his head back again. Smashing this time into the mans nose. He could feel it crunching against the back of his head. The bonds crumbling like rocks turning into gravel. The sound of cartilage popping and a sticky fluid he guessed was blood lightly dripping out on his neck and the back of his head. From the warriors nose being crushed or from his spewing tongue likely.
Jerking his arms off too the side breaking the grasp as he did this. Shoving out and throwing the warriors arms off as easily as he might pull a coat from his shoulders. Turning with just as much speed as he had in prior moments. An letting loose. Several sounds of cracking armor made as fist sized holes formed in the mans armor chest plate. Pieces sent scattering off like shrapnel. Before ending in the whole chest armor just exploding off in bits and pieces. Jarvis flashing away in the last instance only to appear behind the man. An bringing down a swift strong chop of the bottom side of his hand to the warriors shoulder where it met the base of his neck. Dropping him instantly. Breathing heavily for a few moments as he looked down at the center of the bar and the beaten soldiers on a little R&R. The place wasn't that packed given the time of day so it was only to the privy of a small select audience. Mainly other low class or minor races taking a break from their lowly tasks. The bartender just sorta keeping his silence. Most at this point just didn't want to get involved. This happened so often they usually just let it be although it was a tough situation since it had never been the soldiers often to be n the losing side of such altercations. Jarvis reaching down towards the ground as he walked toward the corner of the bar. Picking up one of the bottles that had dropped but not broken.
Pulling the cork and downing the strong and flavored spice Kold wine. A rarity but he needed a drink after that. Downing the whole bottle in a matter of moments until not a drop remained in the dark purple glass bottle. Letting out a relived breath as he refreshed himself on its find flavor and delicious scent that filled his nose after he stopped guzzling it. "Ah! Now that tastes good. Good to have a nice bit of something good to hit the spot after chasing off the rats! Bahaha!" He'd add when he heard light groans on the floor. Wanting to rub in a bit more dirt on their ego's just encase they got any bright ideas. Sliding a couple coins on the bar worth more then the bottle and the one he'd ask for. Not allot but enough to give the man the gist of some form of a apology for the bar owner. His card winnings as well... He could go back to having no money here he just didn't want it to have hurt the wrong people. "Another?" He'd ask calmly before being slid another bottle of what he'd just drank. The bartender sighing but nodding as if he understood the gesture. It would pay to have a safe place possibly to have a drink later. An it was good to know at least some knew how to play the game proper here. Maybe things would get brighter if he could just avoid the sheet heels next time. Walking toward the door and stepping on one of the warriors hands as he did hearing a pained groan yelp from them as he did. Biting out the cork of his drink and spitting it out as he did. Clearly intending to have stepped on him. "Oh my appologies... might want to get those wounds looked at... Heh. Better keep this to yourselves as well. I'm sure your superiors wouldn't like you getting bested so easily by a... Mut? Was it you called me? Heh... no matter." He'd say chugging down the bottle as he made his exit. Wondering out to find his way back to Nori. A little relaxtion and some sweet company would be nice... He kinda missed someone sweet to sit with and talk to.
Jarvis already wanting to sit and talk to her. Corking the bottle and saving over three quarters of it for him and her to share. Her company was something he was beginning to really favor. It'd be nice to have a drink with her and just... talk. After he now worked out this aggression that had been egging on him.
[PL , Medium weights, Learning Blurring Blue ST-2-3] and Electric Torture St-1]
