The Bloody Son
07-15-08, 04:11 PM
This is ONLY open to those who want to watch the fight from the big screens and deal with the betting and money passing. I need a mod to watch this if they would to validate money exchanges and bets. Nothing over 100 gold. People wanting to role play a little may join to watch, but no one may join the fight.
This evening, something about the bustling crowd that seemed to pour through the doorway attracted Cellius curious and naive mind. The holler of a bellowing voice seemed to mesmerize the massive crowds and pull people in by the dozens that were passing the busy trafficked highway in front of the Citadel.
The vampire passed silently in with the crowd, bumping and rubbing shoulders with all the human patronage as the filed in like cattle. Each touch of a human through his clothing sent a spine tingling feeling from Cell's individual hair follicles to the tips of his toes, sensing the blood that was rushing through their mundane veins.
Inside the the buildings high arched thresholds, the crowds gathered noisily. The cathedral ceiling seemed to cause the ruckus of the mob to grow exponentially louder than what it originally was, which made the blood harvester wince. His sensitive ears were picking up various rumor-oriented conversations about what the citadel was offering. Thoughts that emerged from these denizens minds were new monsters, a different battle system, and possibly a multi-man melee - none of which sounded like a valid reason or system.
Cellius moved swiftly and silently, emerging at the very front of the crowd where a massive mirror stood before the mass with a liquid ripple to its surface. The two large men that stood behind Cell frowned as the boy cut to the front and made a little bit of an issue about it, but the boy looked over his shoulder at each of them and his pallid flesh silenced them pretty quickly. The show began with the dimming of lights...
BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM
Each sound was a hollow thumping sound of lights kicking on around this circular entry way, each giant bulb illuminating a massive screen that was set up in a pentagon style around the room. At the end of the smoke screen, visual display a light flicked on and a man stood near the mirror and touched his neck. The hum of an amplifier kicked on and the man spoke, his jowls flapped toward the ignorant mob.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to the Citadel!
We're glad that you all came interested and we're looking for a champion to tackle the latest and greatest event that we have developed! This is not for the faint of heart and all those who are under eighteen will be escorted from the building and Life Cards will be checked at the door for entry purposes.
This is dangerous! Vicious! And very personal.
The world will develop around your psyche!
The opponent will be the toughest man or woman you've ever faced...
A deadly...
Vicious...
DANGEROUS OPPONENT!"
The fat man's voice echoed and the room was dead silent. A pin could have hit the ground and everyone would have looked in its direction and known what fell - a deadly silence.
"Yourself ..." He whispered into the microphone and concerns and thoughts arose on people's faces before the protests and foolery of waving hands pursued. Yells of doubtfulness and stupidity rang out across the crowd and then the man spoke again.
"We assure you, you'll get the battle of your life! Don't knock it until you try it? Any takers? Who's up for this venomous battle? Who is brave enough to tackle his own fears - himself?"
Deviously, the two large men that stood still behind Cellius looked back and forth at one another and chuckled. With the force of two men, both hands pushed against Cell's back and he stumbled nearly fifteen feet forward before catching his balance and before he could move - a spotlight exploded like an angelic falling around his haloed figure. The blood thief sighed heavily as the man grinned widely and the two behind him laughed.
"Thank you lad! Your bravery will not go unrewarded! We offer gold and abilities for your winnings! And if you've been to the Citadel before, your Life Card will register you for a grand drawing of 500 gold!"
Cellius stood there momentarily and then sighed heavily. He didn't see what the harm was in battling himself, so he took a few steps forward and moved to the mirror, facing it directly on and the fat man moved his hand from his neck and spoke silently to Cellius.
"Son, this seriously is the most vicious battle we've ever designed. You will face yourself in the deadliest of forms and the darkest parts of your mind. You must be ready for anything when you step into here or you'll be back in less than ten minutes..."
"Thanks for the heads up, sir... I suppose I should give the fans a show, huh?" Cellius gave a half smirk and the man nodded slowly. "If you do well, you might make some extra profit on bets and whatever else as a tip for people making mad money off of your fight. Who knows. Depends on if people stop by and watch your fights on the big screens..."
The floor below Cellius illuminated in a cerulean aura and the mirror flickered. Scanned information zoomed by before the boy's chocolate eyes as it plotted his mental background and life history in order to compile a fighting style, a premise, and a scenario. A metallic voice emitted from the mirror and the liquefied face rippled, "If you complete the scenario or defeat yourself, you will return. Good Luck, Sir."
The boy touched the mirrors face and was instantly sucked into a fabricated world of 'imaginable' terrors...
This evening, something about the bustling crowd that seemed to pour through the doorway attracted Cellius curious and naive mind. The holler of a bellowing voice seemed to mesmerize the massive crowds and pull people in by the dozens that were passing the busy trafficked highway in front of the Citadel.
The vampire passed silently in with the crowd, bumping and rubbing shoulders with all the human patronage as the filed in like cattle. Each touch of a human through his clothing sent a spine tingling feeling from Cell's individual hair follicles to the tips of his toes, sensing the blood that was rushing through their mundane veins.
Inside the the buildings high arched thresholds, the crowds gathered noisily. The cathedral ceiling seemed to cause the ruckus of the mob to grow exponentially louder than what it originally was, which made the blood harvester wince. His sensitive ears were picking up various rumor-oriented conversations about what the citadel was offering. Thoughts that emerged from these denizens minds were new monsters, a different battle system, and possibly a multi-man melee - none of which sounded like a valid reason or system.
Cellius moved swiftly and silently, emerging at the very front of the crowd where a massive mirror stood before the mass with a liquid ripple to its surface. The two large men that stood behind Cell frowned as the boy cut to the front and made a little bit of an issue about it, but the boy looked over his shoulder at each of them and his pallid flesh silenced them pretty quickly. The show began with the dimming of lights...
BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM
Each sound was a hollow thumping sound of lights kicking on around this circular entry way, each giant bulb illuminating a massive screen that was set up in a pentagon style around the room. At the end of the smoke screen, visual display a light flicked on and a man stood near the mirror and touched his neck. The hum of an amplifier kicked on and the man spoke, his jowls flapped toward the ignorant mob.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to the Citadel!
We're glad that you all came interested and we're looking for a champion to tackle the latest and greatest event that we have developed! This is not for the faint of heart and all those who are under eighteen will be escorted from the building and Life Cards will be checked at the door for entry purposes.
This is dangerous! Vicious! And very personal.
The world will develop around your psyche!
The opponent will be the toughest man or woman you've ever faced...
A deadly...
Vicious...
DANGEROUS OPPONENT!"
The fat man's voice echoed and the room was dead silent. A pin could have hit the ground and everyone would have looked in its direction and known what fell - a deadly silence.
"Yourself ..." He whispered into the microphone and concerns and thoughts arose on people's faces before the protests and foolery of waving hands pursued. Yells of doubtfulness and stupidity rang out across the crowd and then the man spoke again.
"We assure you, you'll get the battle of your life! Don't knock it until you try it? Any takers? Who's up for this venomous battle? Who is brave enough to tackle his own fears - himself?"
Deviously, the two large men that stood still behind Cellius looked back and forth at one another and chuckled. With the force of two men, both hands pushed against Cell's back and he stumbled nearly fifteen feet forward before catching his balance and before he could move - a spotlight exploded like an angelic falling around his haloed figure. The blood thief sighed heavily as the man grinned widely and the two behind him laughed.
"Thank you lad! Your bravery will not go unrewarded! We offer gold and abilities for your winnings! And if you've been to the Citadel before, your Life Card will register you for a grand drawing of 500 gold!"
Cellius stood there momentarily and then sighed heavily. He didn't see what the harm was in battling himself, so he took a few steps forward and moved to the mirror, facing it directly on and the fat man moved his hand from his neck and spoke silently to Cellius.
"Son, this seriously is the most vicious battle we've ever designed. You will face yourself in the deadliest of forms and the darkest parts of your mind. You must be ready for anything when you step into here or you'll be back in less than ten minutes..."
"Thanks for the heads up, sir... I suppose I should give the fans a show, huh?" Cellius gave a half smirk and the man nodded slowly. "If you do well, you might make some extra profit on bets and whatever else as a tip for people making mad money off of your fight. Who knows. Depends on if people stop by and watch your fights on the big screens..."
The floor below Cellius illuminated in a cerulean aura and the mirror flickered. Scanned information zoomed by before the boy's chocolate eyes as it plotted his mental background and life history in order to compile a fighting style, a premise, and a scenario. A metallic voice emitted from the mirror and the liquefied face rippled, "If you complete the scenario or defeat yourself, you will return. Good Luck, Sir."
The boy touched the mirrors face and was instantly sucked into a fabricated world of 'imaginable' terrors...