Sublevel 4 - Main Fighting Arena

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Hiyori Busujima wrote:With the door closed, Raichi maintained her gentle smile. "It was no issue, Mr. Black-Fire." She says, curling her arm around his left, his defined arm pressed against her breasts. "Allow me to accompany you. Since you are the star of the ring, it only be suitable to be escorted by one of the Bliss' beautiful waitresses." she says, with a flirtatious giggle, pulling him gently along towards the elevator that would head to the second floor of the Arena. She hoped that Olivia could hear her, but she wasn't deliberately raising her voice, but in fact spoke in calm, gentle tone like always.

"Well, I don't mind the company at all" Regis replied with a smile, as he walked with Raichi to the express elevator down to the sublevels where the fighting arenas were.

Once there. He had a question that needed answering. "I had heard that you were leaving us here at the Bliss. Is everything alright?" Regis asked, quirking an eyebrow. "I know our business can be a little... brusque, even rough. I hope it wasn't too bad for you. After all, in this city, there are far worse places to work, like that dingy club Wolf's Den... or one of the Comfort houses in Beijio."

Regis Black-Fire wrote:(From here)

Hiyori Busujima wrote:With the door closed, Raichi maintained her gentle smile. "It was no issue, Mr. Black-Fire." She says, curling her arm around his left, his defined arm pressed against her breasts. "Allow me to accompany you. Since you are the star of the ring, it only be suitable to be escorted by one of the Bliss' beautiful waitresses." she says, with a flirtatious giggle, pulling him gently along towards the elevator that would head to the second floor of the Arena. She hoped that Olivia could hear her, but she wasn't deliberately raising her voice, but in fact spoke in calm, gentle tone like always.

"Well, I don't mind the company at all" Regis replied with a smile, as he walked with Raichi to the express elevator down to the sublevels where the fighting arenas were.

Once there. He had a question that needed answering. "I had heard that you were leaving us here at the Bliss. Is everything alright?" Regis asked, quirking an eyebrow. "I know our business can be a little... brusque, even rough. I hope it wasn't too bad for you. After all, in this city, there are far worse places to work, like that dingy club Wolf's Den... or one of the Comfort houses in Beijio."

Raichi smiled warmly as they walked to the elevator together. Once they descended, and Regis asked for her well being, she frowned. "Yes. I'm not sure if I will be leaving tonight or tomorrow. But... my father." she had vivid images flashing in her head of her father screaming at her to bear an heir, that it was her responsibility, her very purpose for existing. His body racked with TB, literally coughing up his lungs. "He can't take care of himself any more. I am afraid he might not have long to live." she then looks up at him with a faint smile. "Oh no, sure I complain, but... I found that some of the staff here were very helpful. In fact..." she smiled a little, her long lashes batting and eyelids heavy and lidded in seductive glare; shifting her position so that she was in front of him. He only stood three or so inches taller than her thanks to the heels. She cocked her head to the right. "Is my lip gloss still wet, Regis?" She asked, and before he could answer, she drew her lips upon his, closing her eyes gently. Her breasts pressed against his chest, forcing him back slightly against the elevator wall as they continued to descend.

She pulled away her warm lips, the plush petals of her painted lips peeled off his lower set, and she blushed heavily, waiting for his answer.

Regis blinked slightly with Raichi's forwardness, before smiling as he pulled out his red hankerchief and wiped the lip gloss from his lips, before expertly refolding and replacing the item back in his outer vest pocket. "I would say it's relatively fresh, my lady." he said with a slight chuckle.

His eyes turned towards the arena, and the various stagehands and managers milling about, and the smile faded from his face like a mirage. "Hmmm... I hate doing any favors for the Press... Fucking vultures." he grumbled, before he began walking out towards the waiting papparazi.

Cameras started flashing and a veritable cavalcade of questions spewed forth like so much verbal sewage, he almost visibly got a tick and a crack in his pleasant facade immediately. It was a tick his managers noticed immediately and they quieted the crowd down before demanding only one question at a time.

Most of the questions came regarding his upcoming deathmatch with a local bouncer named Seth who had somehow worked his way up in the ranks and into a championship deathmatch.

However, some other, less 'appropreate' questions also popped up from the more foolhardy journalists. Some brought up his apparent known connections to mobsters. or his dating a certain Fenirian magician, yet he was just seen in an inappropreate situation with a Beijionese waitress.

These inappropreate questions forced Regis to storm off in a quiet rage, before entering his own dressing room and getting ready.

"Damn vultures... Can't even take a shit without someone taking an interest!" Regis growled out, before punching one of the sandbags hanging in the small practice area in his dressing room , making it explode.

Regis Black-Fire wrote:Regis blinked slightly with Raichi's forwardness, before smiling as he pulled out his red hankerchief and wiped the lip gloss from his lips, before expertly refolding and replacing the item back in his outer vest pocket. "I would say it's relatively fresh, my lady." he said with a slight chuckle.

His eyes turned towards the arena, and the various stagehands and managers milling about, and the smile faded from his face like a mirage. "Hmmm... I hate doing any favors for the Press... Fucking vultures." he grumbled, before he began walking out towards the waiting papparazi.

Cameras started flashing and a veritable cavalcade of questions spewed forth like so much verbal sewage, he almost visibly got a tick and a crack in his pleasant facade immediately. It was a tick his managers noticed immediately and they quieted the crowd down before demanding only one question at a time.

Most of the questions came regarding his upcoming deathmatch with a local bouncer named Seth who had somehow worked his way up in the ranks and into a championship deathmatch.

However, some other, less 'appropreate' questions also popped up from the more foolhardy journalists. Some brought up his apparent known connections to mobsters. or his dating a certain Fenirian magician, yet he was just seen in an inappropreate situation with a Beijionese waitress.

These inappropreate questions forced Regis to storm off in a quiet rage, before entering his own dressing room and getting ready.

"Damn vultures... Can't even take a shit without someone taking an interest!" Regis growled out, before punching one of the sandbags hanging in the small practice area in his dressing room , making it explode.

Raichi smiled, as he answered her. "That is for luck in your match. That one is free." She says to him with a flirtatious wink in the elevator before the doors opened behind her, and caused her to return to his side as the vultures began assaulting them. She remained quiet, frowning, then became wide eyed as Regis pulled away from her. She attempted to grab him, but a reporter got in the way. She paused, and as Regis made a B-line to his dressing room, she caught a man with a bright flash bulb camera about to get in Regis' face. She smiled, slowly walking, between the reporters with her sensual curves taking in the light of the flashes, her hand reaching out, in a gentle, but direct manner to the man who was about to receive Regis' fist had she not intervened. She touched the reporter's neck, like a love tap, which made him freeze up. Regis, almost none the wiser, continued forth to his dressing room without turning back. Her movements so subtle, so gentle, that no one actually saw her do anything; however when the reporter suddenly fell over a few seconds later, the reporters paused their antics briefly to find out why one of their own fell over.

Raichi continued to smile, only having used her Ki to temporarily send the reporter's nerves out of whack with a delay of about twenty seconds or so. With his dressing room vacant, Raichi looked both ways before gently rapping at the door. "Regis?" She called gently before gasping, hearing an explosion from behind the door, her terrified eyes upon the doors surface.

from behind the door, Regis heard Raichi's soft voice, even over the tumult of the reporters outside, even as security and the managers tried to calm everyone down and get them to disperse.

"Ah crap, I'm sorry! I'll let you in Raichi!" called out Regis, and mere seconds after that, the door opened, and the flash of cameras assaulted his eyes again, casing his lips to curl. As he ushered Raichi through the door before slamming it again.

The source of the explosion was now quite apparent. The poor charred remnants of a 100kg sandbag hung limply as the last remnants of sand trickled down onto the practice mat among the blackened remnants of the majority of the sandbag beneath the pile.

"I'm sorry for leaving you out there... That was rude of me." muttered Regis as he slammed his coat into the wardrobe, and pulled out the hand tape he used in these fights. "Part of the price of fame I suppose, but damn it if those leeches don't annoy the crap out of me..."

Regis Black-Fire wrote:from behind the door, Regis heard Raichi's soft voice, even over the tumult of the reporters outside, even as security and the managers tried to calm everyone down and get them to disperse.

"Ah crap, I'm sorry! I'll let you in Raichi!" called out Regis, and mere seconds after that, the door opened, and the flash of cameras assaulted his eyes again, casing his lips to curl. As he ushered Raichi through the door before slamming it again.

The source of the explosion was now quite apparent. The poor charred remnants of a 100kg sandbag hung limply as the last remnants of sand trickled down onto the practice mat among the blackened remnants of the majority of the sandbag beneath the pile.

"I'm sorry for leaving you out there... That was rude of me." muttered Regis as he slammed his coat into the wardrobe, and pulled out the hand tape he used in these fights. "Part of the price of fame I suppose, but damn it if those leeches don't annoy the crap out of me..."

She stumbled, her assets swaying pronouncedly as she entered. She looked around, and after thinking about it, figured it was her first time actually being in this room. It was better in aesthetic to the staff dressing rooms as well, which made sense given Regis and Olivia being crowd favourites here. She turned to him, with a faint smile. "Oh, no I understand. If I were in your position... I'd probably do the same." she then turned to the sandbag and had a look of bewilderment cross her face. "So that was the explosion I heard! You're amazing Regis!" she says in a fanatical manner, clapping her hands gently. She then turned to Regis, and bowed her head. "I... suppose fame would. Though... would it also keep you from..." she blushed deeply as she folded her arm under her breasts, looking at him with pleading eyes.



"...coming to my place? Tonight. I know you and Olivia are an item of sorts, so I'd understand if you turn me down... but..." she pauses looking somewhat frightened. "I... don't know who else I can trust."

Regis wound the tape around his fists a few times as he listened to Raichi's words. "Olivia tends to spend her offtime galivanting around the city. If there is one thing Fenirian's hate, it's feeling like they've been caged up. So she tends to go incognito around other bars, pubs, clubs and other places around Galideno."

Finishing winding the tape up, he gave his hands and fingers a few general flexes, before clenching into tight fists enough to pop his knuckles in a satisfying crunch. "That means, if I survive tonight's deathmatches, I'll be free to do as I please for a while." Regis finished.

He turned to Raichi. "Seth is only the first of three I'll be fighting tonight. And he's by far the easiest one. The others are more experienced and can fight on par with me... Some say even as good as the Blade-Breaker himself."

Regis Black-Fire wrote:Regis wound the tape around his fists a few times as he listened to Raichi's words. "Olivia tends to spend her offtime galivanting around the city. If there is one thing Fenirian's hate, it's feeling like they've been caged up. So she tends to go incognito around other bars, pubs, clubs and other places around Galideno."

Finishing winding the tape up, he gave his hands and fingers a few general flexes, before clenching into tight fists enough to pop his knuckles in a satisfying crunch. "That means, if I survive tonight's deathmatches, I'll be free to do as I please for a while." Regis finished.

He turned to Raichi. "Seth is only the first of three I'll be fighting tonight. And he's by far the easiest one. The others are more experienced and can fight on par with me... Some say even as good as the Blade-Breaker himself."

"Oh... I see." she says raised brows at the sound of this. "Blade-Breaker? I've heard of him. He is one of the nobles whom the King of Scardia favours the most these days. He's said to be quite the unique individual, and has been persuading my Emperor to modernized Beijio a little, like Galideno here." She stands close, placing her hand upon his, bringing it up to her lips, kissing his knuckles, closing her eyes as she did. "No matter how strong they are. They're no match for you. I've seen you fight." she says gently, opening her lidded eyes, glancing up at him. "You'll win. You'll survive. You always have." she says, rubbing his hand lightly. She's not been this forward with Regis before in the past month, surprisingly enough. She glanced up at the Scardian with worried eyes. "I... I'm in trouble. Regis. That's why I need you to win." she says, frowning sadly.

Regis looked into Raichi's eyes, as she kissed his knuckles and explained her situation a little. "You mentioned your father being ill as the reason your leaving... What trouble are you having?" he asked.

"Well, I am a Blade-Breaker by blood if not by name. Lord Valundar is my half uncle." Regis mentioned, his left hand enveloped in his signature blue/purple flame.



"I have no intention of losing my title or my life tonight, but I would be unwise to not be cautious in the face of any foe. 'No matter your opponent, any may be your last.' A philosophy to live by for warriors." Regis explained as he lowered his hand, the flames extinguishing.

Regis Black-Fire wrote:Regis looked into Raichi's eyes, as she kissed his knuckles and explained her situation a little. "You mentioned your father being ill as the reason your leaving... What trouble are you having?" he asked.

"Well, I am a Blade-Breaker by blood if not by name. Lord Valundar is my half uncle." Regis mentioned, his left hand enveloped in his signature blue/purple flame.



"I have no intention of losing my title or my life tonight, but I would be unwise to not be cautious in the face of any foe. 'No matter your opponent, any may be your last.' A philosophy to live by for warriors." Regis explained as he lowered his hand, the flames extinguishing.

She frowned uneasily. "I... I cant speak too loud. Someone... someone is stalking me. I can sense their chi, but... every time I turn around... nothing." she said in a hushed tone. "I stumbled into something I think I wasn't supposed to see. Please, do your best. Win the matches. We'll talk later tonight. Promise me, promise me you'll come." she begged, her body extruding an aura of fear and worry. "I'll tell you everything then. I promise." She whispered.

"Don't worry. I won't lose." Regis reassured her, and with the same hand that had just exhuded fire, he caressed her chin gently.

"It's time... I must meet the adoring public again." he said, before letting her go, and walking out the door once more.

Outside, the crowds of cheering spectators and gamblers had grown, and so to had the flashing cameras. After taking a deep breath, Regis stepped out of the safety of the room and into the spotlight once again.

Walking the narrow barriers on his way past the press gatherings, he made his way into the arena proper, where the fans cheering had grown monsterously once he was in sight and the spotlight was focused on him. Seth was already in the ring, and waiting the blond haired champion with a self assured cocky grin. Once Regis stepped onto the platform, the officials cleared the ring, and the cage slowly descended from the rafters. In another 60 seconds, the slow decent of the cage was complete and locked in place.

Then the bell sounded, both men left the corners they had chosen, and the match was on. Two men entered, but only one would leave alive tonight.

She blushed as he made his promise in a rather tender manner, and then stepped out to greet his public. She stood there, in the room with a smile of hope. She walked over to a surface, pulling out a page from her note book.

Highlands Heights Apartment 312. I'll leave the light on for you. X.O.X.O

She finished the note with a kiss mark upon the page, and then she slipped it somewhere where he could easily find it once he returned. She too, made her exit. Outside his dressing room, she made her way towards the side of the arena, where she caught his confident smirk from down below. She blew him a kiss, blushing before pulling away, heading to her station where she was needed.

That takes care of the guard dog... he won't interfere now. I almost feel bad. I'd feel sorry for anyone who had to experience what he will later tonight. But a Blade-Breaker, eh? That is new information to my ears. Once tonight is done, I'll have to tread carefully. she thought, still appearing as her usual self all the while with her gentle smile and hopeful Beijionese eyes.

Kate made her way down to the Arena. She didn't care, to be honest, but then again she had time to kill. Besides, what's the next best way to avoid killing someone? Watching someone else kill something. She stepped off the elevator here and made her way to the arena's upper level, looking down upon the cage fighters; the Scardian Regis, and the local bouncer Seth. Seth owed her money, know that she thought about it. In this rare case, she rooted for Regis.

Hiyori Busujima wrote:Outside his dressing room, she made her way towards the side of the arena, where she caught his confident smirk from down below. She blew him a kiss, blushing before pulling away, heading to her station where she was needed.

As Kate brushed past the blushing mascot bunny girl, she turned to the purpled haired woman silently as she walked by, licking her lips as she did. Now that is one fine meal on legs. Should we get trapped in the building, I know whom I'm eating first. her predatory side thought, her stomach growling. Still, it could be her insatiable bloodlust she was feeling from her interaction with Baracas that was making her act this way. Shrugging, she observed the match at hand.

Regis Black-Fire wrote:The match between Regis and Seth was relatively short. Not entirely inexpected since it was but the first match of about 15 scheduled fights that night - a crowd opener. But it was brutal, and got the bloodlust stoked in the crowd nicely.

Seth held his own for the first 10 strikes before his guard was broken by a well placed kick by Regis, who stormed through with a punch combination energised by his trademark flames.

And ending the fight with a high powered lunge kick - that stopped the mans heart dead cold, even while his body was scorched by Regis' flames.

The ring announcer declared Regis the winner, whom cloaked himself in the signature flames with a look of contempt on his face as he walked back to the dressing room.

Kate watched the first fight, slightly bored, but it was what it was with these initial fights. However, her ears twitched agreeably each time she heard Regis make a hearty SMACK as he bludgeoned Seth with his dark blue flames. She did appreciate Regis' special lung kick he performed often in these matches. A real crowd pleaser, it never truly disappoints to see the face of a man go bug eyed, before he falls over, scorched by the burning blue flames of hell. Regis' speed, magical capabilities, and physical combat were impressive. However, she was gonna wait till they brought out another Scardian to face him, as such a battle would be much more entertaining given the match would be a little longer.

Oromov entered the arena staging area with a microphone in his possession.

"Attention all patrons. The Arena is hereby closed until further notice. Mr. Howard Baracus, the general manager of the Bliss Facility has been murdered, and all special events have been postponed until a replacement can be instated. Please reclaim your bets and ticket refunds and return to your rooms or general entertainment areas of your choice. We apologize for the inconvenience and thank you for your co-operation."

The grumbles of discontent among so many figures of the underworld were heard, but none wanted to stir the ire of the Families or their shadowy senior managers openly, so the people began filing out under the watchful gaze of the black suited security.

"Ms. Katelyn Moonstone, please, come with me. I have something to discuss with you." Oromov stated, mere moments before he was confronted by Regis Blackfire.

Regis was furious at having his matches interrupted, but when he heard the reason, his temper simmered to more controllable levels, but still, he confronted the senior manager that chose to appear.

"Boss, whats going on? We were making a decent amount of money here. Is Mr.Baracus really dead?" Regis asked, as the chilling stare from the Black Serpent cooled his heat the more he looked at the man.

Oromov's chilling stare slowly but surely quieted Regis with sheer intimidation. "Yes, unfortunately Howard is dead. You can return to your other duties Regis, this should not involve you. Go now, for I have other business to attend to." ordered Oromov, and the chastised Regis walked back to his dressing room in a slight slump.

Oromov's eyes refocused on the approaching Beast-kin woman. "Ah, Ms. Moonstone. I understand you were one of the last people to speak to Mr.Baracus before his... untimely demise just a few short minutes ago. May I ask what the nature of your meeting with him was?"

Oromov the Black Serpent wrote:Oromov's chilling stare slowly but surely quieted Regis with sheer intimidation. "Yes, unfortunately Howard is dead. You can return to your other duties Regis, this should not involve you. Go now, for I have other business to attend to." ordered Oromov, and the chastised Regis walked back to his dressing room in a slight slump.

Oromov's eyes refocused on the approaching Beast-kin woman. "Ah, Ms. Moonstone. I understand you were one of the last people to speak to Mr.Baracus before his... untimely demise just a few short minutes ago. May I ask what the nature of your meeting with him was?"

Kate was bummed by the arena closing down, but was surprised by the reason as to why. She blinked absently. Wait, that bastard's dead?! WHAT?! Her screaming mind blanked out for a moment when she was pulled aside by the man who made the announcement. She realized what he was instantly, a Domescan warrior. She paused before continuing with him, wondering if her crimes in Domescadia reached this far.

Remaining silent as she was escorted, she listened to the man's question. She frowned, furrowing her brows. "If you insinuate I killed him, well as much as I'd have like to, no I didn't. We were talking business, though it got sour between us; so I left."

Katelyn Moonstone wrote:Kate was bummed by the arena closing down, but was surprised by the reason as to why. She blinked absently. Wait, that bastard's dead?! WHAT?! Her screaming mind blanked out for a moment when she was pulled aside by the man who made the announcement. She realized what he was instantly, a Domescan warrior. She paused before continuing with him, wondering if her crimes in Domescadia reached this far.

Remaining silent as she was escorted, she listened to the man's question. She frowned, furrowing her brows. "If you insinuate I killed him, well as much as I'd have like to, no I didn't. We were talking business, though it got sour between us; so I left."  

Oromov and Katelyn walked to one of the side rooms, to which the man opened the door for the beastkin, and followed her in before locking the door.

"No, I am not insinuating you killed him Ms. Moonstone, because I already know who killed him and why. What business did you happen to discuss with him?" asked Oromov as he took a seat behind the arena managers desk, after removing the heavy coats and the sword he wore.



"You see," Oromov began, "I fully realise Howard was incompetent. We only needed him to maintain the status quo and keep the money flowing. Unfortunately, while he was distracted by delusions of grandeur and tried to make more than what was strictly necessary, I find out he let a little rodent in right under his nose. So now, I have to backtrack months worth of financial transactions to trace the little bastard down, and find where he has siphoned the money to."

Oromov the Black Serpent wrote:

Oromov and Katelyn walked to one of the side rooms, to which the man opened the door for the beastkin, and followed her in before locking the door.

"No, I am not insinuating you killed him Ms. Moonstone, because I already know who killed him and why. What business did you happen to discuss with him?" asked Oromov as he took a seat behind the arena managers desk, after removing the heavy coats and the sword he wore.



"You see," Oromov began, "I fully realise Howard was incompetent. We only needed him to maintain the status quo and keep the money flowing. Unfortunately, while he was distracted by delusions of grandeur and tried to make more than what was strictly necessary, I find out he let a little rodent in right under his nose. So now, I have to backtrack months worth of financial transactions to trace the little bastard down, and find where he has siphoned the money to."

It hadn't been five minutes with this fellow Domescan, and honestly was already liking him. She eased up, taking a seat at the edge of the desk, crossing one thigh over the other. "Oh? So you are the upper management? Huh... would have pictured you a little older." she says chuckling before she continued. "Well I see no harm, only gain by telling you," she continued before looking up at the ceiling, rubbing her chin; her fuzzy brown ears twitching, and her tail wagging slightly. "I was here on behest of my own business. You see, my guy who normally ships me my booze decided to jump ship and wasn't going to deliver to my pub in the slums anymore." she shrugged, looking over at him. "He said take it up to the Bliss, said I ain't paying him enough and good luck trying another distributor. Honestly I don't think I mentioned some of this with Baracas, but... I was so pissed, my head wasn't in the right place when I stormed the place." she says with a heavy sigh.

She glanced over the manager's desk to keep her eyes occupied, and stealing them from glancing at the Domescan's ornate blade. "My booze gone, my girls cant find any work. For the past month my active duty staff has been reduced from twenty to five. I feel bad for my girls, so I generally let them do what they want till business gets starting up again. We're a family, but... as their Alpha its hard to keep them happy without our flow of funds. I'm just glad their patient enough to deal with me hehe" she giggled with a big smile. She was proud of her girls, Kate really didn't deserve them, as she found herself unworthy at times as their leader; especially during big ruts like this.

Katelyn Moonstone wrote:It hadn't been five minutes with this fellow Domescan, and honestly was already liking him. She eased up, taking a seat at the edge of the desk, crossing one thigh over the other. "Oh? So you are the upper management? Huh... would have pictured you a little older." she says chuckling before she continued. "Well I see no harm, only gain by telling you," she continued before looking up at the ceiling, rubbing her chin; her fuzzy brown ears twitching, and her tail wagging slightly. "I was here on behest of my own business. You see, my guy who normally ships me my booze decided to jump ship and wasn't going to deliver to my pub in the slums anymore." she shrugged, looking over at him. "He said take it up to the Bliss, said I ain't paying him enough and good luck trying another distributor. Honestly I don't think I mentioned some of this with Baracas, but... I was so pissed, my head wasn't in the right place when I stormed the place." she says with a heavy sigh.

She glanced over the manager's desk to keep her eyes occupied, and stealing them from glancing at the Domescan's ornate blade. "My booze gone, my girls cant find any work. For the past month my active duty staff has been reduced from twenty to five. I feel bad for my girls, so I generally let them do what they want till business gets starting up again. We're a family, but... as their Alpha its hard to keep them happy without our flow of funds. I'm just glad their patient enough to deal with me hehe" she giggled with a big smile. She was proud of her girls, Kate really didn't deserve them, as she found herself unworthy at times as their leader; especially during big ruts like this.

Oromov smiled at Katelyn as she explained her situation, and agreed. "I can sympathize. Howard may have been an idiot, but he was infuriating to deal with, and he did have the gift of the gab." The Domescan then noticed Katelyn eyeing his sword. He smiled again, picked it up from his coat by the Scabbard, and placed it upon the table.



"A family heirloom, the Black Serpent Blade. Passed down through generations of my family, each adding their own distinct impression upon it. One day, I will add my own adjustment to it, before passing it on." Oromov stated, revealing a little of himself to a fellow Domescan.

"Family is important," Oromov went on. "And i understand how you feel about yours. Hows about this, I will subside your club some funding and access to our supplier contacts? You should be able to get whatever you need through them. Meanwhile I will find and root out this mutual thorn in our side. Consider it compensation for allowing Howard's stupidity to nearly ruin both of our businesses."

Oromov the Black Serpent wrote:

Oromov smiled at Katelyn as she explained her situation, and agreed. "I can sympathize. Howard may have been an idiot, but he was infuriating to deal with, and he did have the gift of the gab." The Domescan then noticed Katelyn eyeing his sword. He smiled again, picked it up from his coat by the Scabbard, and placed it upon the table.



"A family heirloom, the Black Serpent Blade. Passed down through generations of my family, each adding their own distinct impression upon it. One day, I will add my own adjustment to it, before passing it on." Oromov stated, revealing a little of himself to a fellow Domescan.

"Family is important," Oromov went on. "And i understand how you feel about yours. Hows about this, I will subside your club some funding and access to our supplier contacts? You should be able to get whatever you need through them. Meanwhile I will find and root out this mutual thorn in our side. Consider it compensation for allowing Howard's stupidity to nearly ruin both of our businesses."

"Having a silver tongue is all well and good, till someone decides to rip it out." she shrugged. She looked at the blade with a raised brow, feeling as though she had seen this weapon somewhere else before. After thinking about it for too long in silence, she frustratingly gave up and sighed, before her ears twitched. "Hrm?" She blinked, hearing his words about family. She grinned. "Indeed. Family is quite important, and only an idiot would refuse a deal like that!" she says excitedly. She chuckled a little, before adding: "Yeah, I wouldn't mind helping in this endeavor either, given you may need all the help you can." she offered her services.

Katelyn Moonstone wrote:"Having a silver tongue is all well and good, till someone decides to rip it out." she shrugged. She looked at the blade with a raised brow, feeling as though she had seen this weapon somewhere else before. After thinking about it for too long in silence, she frustratingly gave up and sighed, before her ears twitched. "Hrm?" She blinked, hearing his words about family. She grinned. "Indeed. Family is quite important, and only an idiot would refuse a deal like that!" she says excitedly. She chuckled a little, before adding: "Yeah, I wouldn't mind helping in this endeavor either, given you may need all the help you can." she offered her services.

Oromov smiled and began writing up the details on a contract. The details included the phone code for any contact Katelyn chose to utilize, letting the suppliers know whom she was working with.

"Then so it shall be. I look forward to working with you." Oromov said, extending his hand towards Katelyn.

"I will ensure this rat is caught out, but if you wish to join the hunt, I would happily extend you the opportunity. After all, this.... person has cost you as much, if not more, than us." Oromov stated, his smile turned sinister.

Regis Black-Fire wrote:Regis was furious at having his matches interrupted, but when he heard the reason, his temper simmered to more controllable levels, but still, he confronted the senior manager that chose to appear.

"Boss, whats going on? We were making a decent amount of money here. Is Mr.Baracus really dead?" Regis asked, as the chilling stare from the Black Serpent cooled his heat the more he looked at the man.

Oromov the Black Serpent wrote:Oromov's chilling stare slowly but surely quieted Regis with sheer intimidation. "Yes, unfortunately Howard is dead. You can return to your other duties Regis, this should not involve you. Go now, for I have other business to attend to." ordered Oromov, and the chastised Regis walked back to his dressing room in a slight slump.

Upon nearing his dressing room, it was hard to notice the large fish/amphibian like creature who was standing near Regis' door. The large creature tipped his hat to Regis, and was notably one of the associates under Jessica's employ. "My my... aren't we all in a sour mood. Whats the bahbin¹ for? I figure you of all people would be happy to hear that Mr. B is now pushin' daisies." croaked the fish like creature in its strange, foreign accent.

He huddled closer to the man, his jaws certainly capable of swallowing Regis whole if necessary, but he spoke in a low tone instead: "With the vieux² outta the way, there be changes and... grandiose opportunities. Opportunities befitting a, strong, capable mortal like yourself - of which I have no doubt you will be quite influential in the coming days, heck, if not hours, son." the old demon chuckled hoarsely, a 'Gweh-heh-heh' kind of laugh. He curled one of his whisker like antenna like a mortal would a mustache as he chuckled lowly, his yellow eyes glowing and smiling like his 'display' of razor sharp dagger like teeth in his maw.

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¹: Bahbin- a pouting facial expression; e.g. “When I told him he couldn’t go fishing, he made a big bahbin." (Cajun slang)
²: Vieux: an old man (Cajun slang)

Desozir Equinus wrote:Upon nearing his dressing room, it was hard to notice the large fish/amphibian like creature who was standing near Regis' door. The large creature tipped his hat to Regis, and was notably one of the associates under Jessica's employ. "My my... aren't we all in a sour mood. Whats the bahbin¹ for? I figure you of all people would be happy to hear that Mr. B is now pushin' daisies." croaked the fish like creature in its strange, foreign accent.

He huddled closer to the man, his jaws certainly capable of swallowing Regis whole if necessary, but he spoke in a low tone instead: "With the vieux² outta the way, there be changes and... grandiose opportunities. Opportunities befitting a, strong, capable mortal like yourself - of which I have no doubt you will be quite influential in the coming days, heck, if not hours, son." the old demon chuckled hoarsely, a 'Gweh-heh-heh' kind of laugh. He curled one of his whisker like antenna like a mortal would a mustache as he chuckled lowly, his yellow eyes glowing and smiling like his 'display' of razor sharp dagger like teeth in his maw.

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¹: Bahbin- a pouting facial expression; e.g. “When I told him he couldn’t go fishing, he made a big bahbin." (Cajun slang)
²: Vieux: an old man (Cajun slang)

"I suppose we'll find out. But Senior management rarely ever get directly involved unless the shit has really hit the fan" Regis replied, before smirking at Desozir "Besides, I'm not 'old' enough for the role yet." he said, before chuckling slightly. "It's good to see you again Desozir. Eat any good marks yet?" he asked the voracious creature.