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 Bad Hombres, Spotteh/Greg
☥ SABELLIUS
 Posted: May 11 2017, 05:38 AM
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??? • Wraith • Amorality • New Orleans


BAD HOMBRES

Sabellius was not so interested in flashy, loud, abrasive things just for the sake of them. In the right setting, it could be fun, but sometimes things were bright and loud were filled with joy and happiness. That’s why Sabellius almost decided not to into the warehouse like building that he had been standing front of for ten minutes or so. There was cheers and jeers, mostly in Spanish, the sound of cracking blows and the sick squelch of organs being bruised and blood raining onto the floor. It sounded fun but… the emotion was off. There was a core to it though, strains that the wraith could feel that… intrigued him. The sting of loss, the anger and fear. The roar of the crowd overpowered it sometime, but they were still there.

The junk eater hadn’t devoured any large quantity of emotion for a long while—travelling on the road often meant he didn’t have time to stalk or hunt his usual prey. While he had scared lone travelers or hung around funeral homes, it didn’t quite sate him, and now he had come all the way to Mexico City without a decent meal. A lot of times, he was able to glean some emotion from his mate, but that parasite of a god inside Volker’s body was being… obstinate. Volker would suddenly not be Volker anymore and it annoyed Sabellius. Fortunately, Oor couldn’t keep up things forever—Volker’s body was still mortal which meant that he needed to sleep. The same wasn’t true of Sabellius. He needed to eat. He didn’t bother to become shadow as he —he could sense that this place was for those who knew of the supernatural world and he would not be shunned here.

The main interior of the warehouse had been mostly cleared out, save a large square area in the middle that had been marked out with tape and a few construction cones. In the pit currently was a minotaur facing off against a drow who had a cocky look on his face—more than likely the minotaur was going to flatten him any second—or at least that was what the crowd that was packed around the ring seemed to be hoping for. Sabellius pushed through the screaming mob to a desk that had been shoved off into a corner. There was just one attendant, a demonic looking man who handed Sabellius a pen and a slip of paper. He could vote for who would be the victor, or he could join the fight and try to work his way up to the top for the purse.

Sabellius really couldn’t have cared less about money or a handbag and he was certain that there wouldn’t be any kind of challenge for him, but being able to play with some victims directly would feed him well. He poorly scribbled ‘Sab’ onto the piece of paper and tucked it into the box. Fighters were called when their name was drawn. It sounded like the last one standing would win.

TAGGED: GREGORIO PANTALEON
NOTES: Let’s get ready to rumble :D
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 Posted: May 15 2017, 10:59 AM
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Goyo hated traveling but finding places like this was one of the few perks that came with it. This was his kind of place. It was some kind of fight club for the unnatural and Goyo loved it. He had only managed to come by a few times and was still getting used to the... things that visited but it was worth leaving a few hours early to stop by when he could. He was pretty sure there was something like this down in Peru too but he had yet to find it. His work kept him a little too busy to ask around down there.

For the time being, Goyo stood in the raised bleachers off to one side of the rink. He did his best to ignore the cheering creatures around him and focus on the fight. He was picking apart the styles of each fighter, the bull-man and the weird elf looking thing. The bull-man was powerful, sure, but he moved too wide and left himself full of openings. It was just a matter of time before the elf thing took him down or he tired himself out. The club was putting on some sort of tournament and he had entered himself in it. How exactly it was going to work, he wasn't sure. He had no idea if they planned on putting it on melee style or letting the crowd build up steam by letting the contestants fight through rounds until it was down to the last two. From his years coming to these things, he had to guess that they'd go with the second option. People tended to bet more when they knew more about the fighters and had their favorites. Either way, it would probably be starting soon and Goyo had no intention of wasting his time drinking or betting. He didn't know who he would be fighting so he was going to learn everything he could before things really began.




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☥ SABELLIUS
 Posted: May 19 2017, 05:09 PM
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??? • Wraith • Amorality • New Orleans


BAD HOMBRES
((TW for like... gore and disturbing stoof))

As he was entered, Sabellius noted a leader board that was just to the side of the entry. He pushed and slithered his way through the crowd and tried to decipher how it worked. It seemed that it was point based, and the points were given out through how many battles were won and how quickly you bested your opponent. There also seemed to be a distinction between something labeled as a Matar fight and a No Kill fight. Matar fights gave more points... presumably if you put your life on the line that was worth more, but those who wanted to fight and live or not kill could have their way too. If one party chose No Kill, it seemed to override the other's choice to do a Matar fight... how boring.

There were a bunch of names on the leaderboard that Sabellius wasn't interested in like Victor, Manuel, Gregorio, Lucilia, Ragnar... and just recently added at the bottom was him. He didn't have any points yet. He didn't know if he wanted any points, but he was hungry and it seemed that if he wanted to fight and gather more people, he would have to do his best not to prolong the battles and rather take people down quickly. He scanned the crowd--mostly these people were useless, but there was one man in particular that seemed uninterested in the festivities--a great out pour of negativity was surging through him quite nicely--the wraith could use that.

He turned his eyes back to the fight. The Minotaur was slowing down and the drow was now getting cuts in with a dagger and avoiding slow attacks. With just a few more swipes, the drow ran the bull-man through his torso. The Minotaur gave a low and crumpled to his knees and with another hit to his temple, he fell, the dark elf was victorious. The name 'Dirz' gained twelve points and scrolled up the leader board a bit to third place. Sabellius merely gave a huff. He wanted to see his name closer to the top as well.

He turned as he heard a microphone screech and the following names were blasted across the warehouse, "VICTOR AND SAB". He supposed that meant that he was going to go into the tape square. He was let through and saw his opponent, a pale looking man that as he stood and stretched out, he let a strange tentacle-looking feeler from his sleeve. There was a bit of an announcement in Spanish and Sab heard the word 'pishtaco'... it sounded strange and familiar... he would have to ask Siri about it later. When asked, Victor muttered something that Sabellius thought was the 'Matar' word. The wraith nodded in agreement.

There was a bell and the man charged forward. Sabellius guessed that meant they were starting. He felt when the strange creature was almost upon him and in an instant, Sab had disappeared. Not completely, a keen eye would spy an inky shadow heading straight for the strange man. As soon as it slid under his opponent, the shadow warped and several thick spikes shot up. A strange green blood littered the ring for a moment before the shadow enfolded the pale man entirely.

After a moment, the wraith returned to his regular humanoid form and looked out at the crowd that seemed greatly amused that Sab had eaten his opponent but the match's clock was still ticking. Maybe... he had to prove he had actually killed the man. He supposed he wouldn't have fused into his being quite yet. The wraith opened his mouth in an impossibly macabre way and stuck his own arm down his throat. After a bit, he seemed to have found what he was looking for and withdrew his arm, pulling Victor's severed head out of his maw. He tossed it on the ground and smiled a hollow smile as he saw the clock stop at one minute, forty-four seconds. His name scrolled upwards on the leader board, having gotten twenty points for the fight.

After a moment the microphone screeched and another pair was called, "GREGORIO AND BELAN". The wraith looked around and was confused. The crowd now seemed to be jeering at him to get out of the ring. But he wanted to fight more. Such a stupid crowd.

TAGGED: GREGORIO PANTALEON
NOTES: Feel free to kick Sab out of the ring and let Greg have his own fight or we can just go crazy XD

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 Posted: Jun 10 2017, 07:48 PM
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TW: Gore and whatnot

Goyo watched the fight between the bull-man and the elf come to and end just as he expected it to. It wasn't exactly exciting as far as he was concerned but the crowd ate up the battle and bloodshed. After that, it was finally time for the tournament to begin. When his name wasn't called, Goyo shifted in his seat and payed even closer attention to the match, completely drowning out the crowd around him. He wanted to fight but not going first was completely fine with him. He didn't doubt his abilities but he wanted to see what the other contestants could do. The more he knew about his potential opponents the better.

Unfortunately there wasn't much to watch. The match was over much too quickly for that. He wasn't sad to see the pishtaco get eaten, he was always fine when one of those things died, but he was annoyed that he didn't get to see much of what the other guy could do. He couldn't even really tell if the guy was actually that good. He showed off what he could do but that was just an ability, not a skill. And while it was something that could definitely be deadly, as he just shown, it wasn't good enough. Not for him. Goyo more or less decided he didn't want to fight the guy. Not if all he could do was become a shadow. He wanted to tear something to pieces. A proper hand to hand fight. A shadow was hard to rip into. Hopefully someone smarter than that pishtaco would go up against him next and actually put him out of the tournament. He wasn't interested in fighting someone with nothing but tricks.

Goyo watched him for a little longer after he'd showed off his opponents head to the crowd. He was an idiot too. Or at the very least a newbie. He didn't even know to clear out once his match was done. Goyo glared at him as he rose from his seat and made his way down to the arena. He wasn't the only one displeased with the guy. Plenty of the crowd members were booing and jeering at him, trying to get him to leave.

When he reached the arena, Goyo looked at the idiot still standing there and jerked a thumb back at the crowd. "Get lost." He said in Spanish. Ultimately he didn't care if the guy left or not. He was here to fight the other guy called down from the stands, but if this idiot wanted to get involved, he'd rip him to pieces too. Either way, he turned his attention away from him and towards the person he was meant to fight.

Across the arena, a man with reptilian features waited for him. He already looked smug, as though he knew he was going to win. Goyo was looking forward to tearing that look off his face. The ref stepped forward between them and asked which fight they wanted. The lizard-man said Matar. Goyo grinned and agreed. Matar was always the more fun of the two fights anyway. With that settled, the announced presented both of them to the crowd. Unlike the last match though, he didn't say what either man was. Goyo hadn't specified so he assumed his opponent hadn't either. It didn't matter though. As soon as the bell rang, the fight began.

The sound from the bell hadn't even faded when the other man showed what he was. He quickly transformed into a giant snake, a 20 foot water boa and started for Goyo. The amarum slithered across the arena in seconds. Goyo did the obvious thing and went to stomp on the snake's head as it got closer. His opponent was ready though. It twisted it's body out of the way and wrapped itself up Goyo's leg to bite into his thigh. He was sure the snake was expecting him to howl in pain but instead, Goyo let out a loud laugh. Instead of sinking its teeth into the flesh of his thigh, it sank its teeth into the layer of energy he used as armor. Before it had time to back away, Goyo reached down and grabbed each of its jaws with his bare hands and pulled it off his leg. He didn't stop there though. He pulled the jaw further apart than even a snake should be able to, ripping through muscle and sinew and sending sprays of blood across him and the arena floor. The crowd roared at the gore but Goyo was too enveloped by the intense satisfaction that came from literally tearing his opponent into two pieces to hear them.

The feeling went just as fast as it came, leaving an infuriating emptiness where the feeling of satisfaction had once been. Goyo snarled and tossed the decimated amarum to the side. The whole fight had barely taken a minute. He knew his name was moving up the leader board but he didn't care enough to look. Over the cheering of the crowd, Goyo yelled at the ref.

"Give me someone interesting next time." He didn't wait for an answer before turning to stalk back to his seat, still covered in someone else's blood.





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