An Oni's Night Out (Mads)

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Spoiler

Hebiko Tsumiji: HP = 84, PP = 59, EP = 39, Status = Fine

Another day, another fat stack of coin won from the Acheron arena or perhaps a more clandestine battleground, another night that she could spend drunk off of her ass. Hebiko had been in Acheron a while, but had quickly grown accustomed to the place, and while her rowdy nature might have gotten her kicked out of a number of places in more conventional towns by that point, the demon city had shown itself all too willing to give her the leeway that she needed to have all sorts of fun. The flat-chested oni had a number of bars to choose from for the night now that she had some coin to spend, the nearest of which was a dive called The Hound's Pub often frequented by arena goers and low price hookers looking for clients. It wasn't exactly a nice place, with rampant cheating at the gambling tables and with some of the architecture still noticeably falling apart, but it was dirt cheap and she could usually get a lay of either gender there with minimal effort. The beds kinda sucked though, and she'd been robbed by someone once, awakening to an empty coinpurse and a nastier than usual hangover.

If she wanted to go to a classier establishment, The Unicorn and Squirrel was only a bit farther off, and despite the somewhat silly name it was a very laidback place. Frequented mostly by workers, often lesser demons or goblins or the other generally supernatural riffraff who did the daily chores in the city, it was rare to meet anyone particularly interesting there, but the place had a good bard, and finding a bedmate who wouldn't rob her had never even been difficult. The drinks were also usually pretty cheap, and marginally more tolerable than the ones from the Hound's Pub.

A bit farther out, near the main street, was a tourist's favorite called The Azure Goblet where many travelers and adventurers who passed through the demon city usually stayed if they didn't get kidnapped or hoodwinked into going to one of the more expensive places near the town's entrance by some unscrupulous guide first. It was rarely a dull place and usually had some great music, but it wasn't the cheapest and sported the occasional fight, though that might not be a problem but a boon in her mind.

Finally, out in the outskirts of the repaired portions of Acheron was The Jester's Blade, a bar usually frequented by mercenaries and scoundrels of all types. Being in the basement of a dilapidated manner, it was a place of questionable legality where gambling and cage fighting regularly took place. The booze was cheap but inconsistent in quality, and the company followed the same set of guidelines. That was where she might make a bit of coin to pad her pockets before retiring for the night, however, if she didn't mind the danger of fighting in a ring with far fewer rules than Acheron's grand arena.

 

[Mads]

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Cages... oh, she had a history with cages. Fighting, too of course, but cages held, if you will, a sick sort of pull. A morbid, vengeful desire to break out, preferably breaking faces on her way. And getting paid to go at it was always a great draw. Hell, she hardly minded if she got shorted on the pay, unless, of course, a dispute might give her another chance to do some breaking. But the money wasn't ever the main point.

Her path and thoughts meandering, she would eventually find herself at The Jester's Blade. Who knows, maybe someone looking to hire a real fighter would recognize her talent while she pummeled whatever poor S.O.B she ended fighting. Ah, wouldn't that be grand, traveling the world as a pro prizedfighter in a no holds barred tourney. No holds barred indeed. She laughs quietly at her little joke before she pushes the door open, whether it's meant for pushing or not, entering with a grand stomp over the threshold, meant to announce her presence, and set the coinage in her pockets to jingle a bit. Taking a seat, she waits for someone, anyone, to strike up a conversation, or just plain strike. Meanwhile, she orders a drink, knocking at the table to get the barkeep's attention. "Aye, can I get something worth drinkin' over here?"

 

[Tassadar]

Re: An Oni's Night Out (Mads)

Spoiler

Hebiko Tsumiji: HP = 84, PP = 59, EP = 39, Status = Fine

Entering the Jester's Blade as day first turned to night, Hebiko's demand for attention as she entered only caught a few lookers. The dingy basement required that she pass a pair of slots where she knew scouts were lying on wait in case the guard should come, as well as a pair of burly demon doormen. Once down the first flight of stairs, she had to pass by one last doorman, tonight a she-orc in plain brown trousers and a black metal breasplate, before being allowed in.

The common room of the "inn" was a dingy place, the narrow bar set over on the right hand wall where a number of kegs and racks of dusty bottles were set behind it. The bartender today looked like an elf, a thin man with pointed ears and bright aquamarine eyes that seemed to glow slightly, and he answered her with a tilt of his head and a slight sneer. "If you wish," he replied softly, and as if from thin air produced a glass that he quickly filled with a thick, brown, foamy liquid. Setting the freshly filled pint glass in front of her, the barkeep held up three fingers and said; "Three denarii."

Once her drink was paid for, Hebiko would be free to sample it at her leisure, and would find it having a thick, heady taste. It was a rich, dark beer, better than the common swill usually on top likely not cheap or easy to come by, which explained the higher than usual cost of a single drink. With a drink in hand, the oni could take a better look around the room while awaiting someone to approach her, and found it about as one could usually expect such a place. Now looking from the bar, much of the room was dominated by gambling tables, where people of all sorts were trying their luck at dice, cards, and other games of chance. Closer to her were the various tables around the bar, where individuals or small groups sat huddled over their drinks, most talking in low voices if they spoke at all and looking as if they had no desire to be disturbed. Farthest away was the main attraction, however, the small stands of benches circling a pit and the chain link cage that they surrounded.

There was where the most people were, demons and outsiders alike watching and cheering and placing bets while two figures beat each other to a pulp in the ring. All manner of tactics were permitted here, from magic to simple brawling to wrestling, as well as more... Unorthodox tactics. More than one match had been decided by one party simply holding down and raping the other in front of the jeering crowd, and sometimes the winner would let the crowd enjoy the loser when they were finished. Sure enough, the stocks set to the right of the ring had an occupant, a woman with violet skin strapped into the magic and strength dampening restraints while a dark skin man plowed her from behind and a goblin standing on a stool roughly fucked her mouth. The average rates were two coins for a turn at her lower holes and one for her mouth, with ring gags used on those who proved less than compliant when forced into the stocks, and though one spot was filled there were still three more sitting empty, waiting for someone to be shoved into one.

Right now the two opponents were a gruff, a faerie goatmen with an inhuman head and lower half, pitted against a muscular man with dark red skin and stubby horns. The two combatants weren't showing much in the way of finesse at the moment, merely brutalizing one another with their fists, but the crowd was loving it nonetheless. "You looking to get in the ring tonight?" a curious voice asked, its source a woman in a brown leather corset with braided black hair, stained bones visible amidst her braids making for macabre decoration. She displayed no inhuman features of any kind, unless the black marks around her eyes were shapeshifted details rather than makeup or tattoos, as the rest of her skin was pale, much of it on plain display through her corset and the short black skirt she had on for bottoms. Whoever she was grinned at Hebiko as she leaned over the bar, knocking twice before leaving three coins spread beneath her palm and getting a glass of beer in return. She kept her gaze directed at the oni, and once she had her drink she turned to lean her back against the bar instead, turning her head to keep Hebiko within her gaze.

 

[Mads]

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Leaving her own coins on the table, she considers the question before responding with her own, a nasty grin shining in the murky inn. "You got any idea as to the betting rates? Or how to make sure everybody knows to pay me some fuckin attention? I wouldn't wanna waste someone without any cheers, ya know?" Her toes scratch at the floor as she speaks, gripping the edge of her stool with one hand as she leans back to get a better view of the cage, trying to run a rough estimate of the size. She takes a long drink, holding the mug away from her lips and catching the beer, rather than trust the cleaning job of that lazy, pompous fuckhead behind the counter. A hint of hazy red runs across her skin, barely noticeable, but leaving her slightly more flushed than before.

 

[Tassadar]

Re: An Oni's Night Out (Mads)

Spoiler

Hebiko Tsumiji: HP = 84, PP = 59, EP = 39, Status = Fine, +4 attack/damage/AV/grapple, -4 Dodge, Tight, 9/21 Resistance

Rolls

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Resistance Damage: 5 + 6 + 1 = 12. Ouch.

"The usual," the stranger remarked casually, which was to say that she'd get her coin back doubled, minus a ten percent cut for the house of course, if she placed the right bet. "You won't be without a bit of encouragement," she continued with a light belly laugh that rumbled up musically, its tone far too pleasant considering that she was speaking of the crowd around a bloodsport. Hebiko would feel the effects of the beer she drank kick in almost immediately, a dull haziness coming to the world that made her feel wonderfully numb while her muscles tightened in readiness. The coloring of her perceptions only made the appeal of the strange woman's posture, which showed off her modest curves nicely, all the more appealing, though one drink wasn't enough to distract the oni from the idea of a fight.

"So... Care to enter the ring?" the stranger asked, still casual but now plainly interested since Hebiko seemed intent on getting into a fight. "What's in there won't last long," she added, which seemed true. Both combatants were tiring from ceaselessly pounding on one another, and sooner or later it was inevitable that one was going to give.

 

[Mads]

Re: An Oni's Night Out (Mads)

Hebiko, looking the woman up and down, turns in her chair, the whole of her bleary focus centered on the idea of a fight. Her eyes narrow as her grin widens, and she leans forward, almost dangerously so, the stool wobbling slightly as she speaks. "Eh? You offerin' ta fight me, then?" Her skin darkens further, her muscles starting to tense in preparation. "No way am I not takin' an offer like that, cage or nah." She pauses, hopping off the stool and landing in a slowly swaying stance, a sharp nail pointing up at the stranger, "I'll take anybody on, but you're askin' for it, lady. Jus' lemme put some money on myself and let's go."
Sensing that she's beginning to ramble, she stops, glaring angrily as she focuses further, the sway in her movement steadying and becoming a natural addition as she turns, taking a step towards the cage and shouting, loud enough to be heard, "Where the FUCK are the fight organizers or whatever? There's organizin' to be done!" Leaning back and looking over her shoulder, she looks the woman in the eyes, her own amber orbs glimmering with excitement. "I'll beat you bloody, just you wait..." Despite the ruthlessness of her words, her tone still carries a friendly air to it, an offer, rather than a threat.

 

[Tassadar]

Re: An Oni's Night Out (Mads)

Spoiler

Hebiko Tsumiji: HP = 84, PP = 59, EP = 39, Status = Fine, +4 attack/damage/AV/grapple, -4 Dodge, Tight, 9/21 Resistance

The woman released a deep chuckle in the face of Hebiko's exuberance at the idea of getting into a fight, taking a sip of her beer before replying; "I don't fight new blood, I just recruit 'em sometimes." She gave the oni a look up and down as she swayed back and forth, "if you want to fight me, you'll have to earn it. Lucky for you, I'm here to give you the chance." She tipped her glass towards the cage as Hebiko turned toward it and let out a shout that earned her nothing more than a few annoyed glares from the other patrons of the seedy bar, "you wanna fight, go up there. Talk to the man in red."

Assuming Hebiko accepted her instructions, she would have to circle the page in order to find the man in red. He stood against the wall, his arms folded, and was clad in a red suit with a black tie and a hat. "Ye want a fight I'm guessing," he remarked dryly, and then glanced over her shoulder. The gruff and demon were still exchanging punches, but the demon looked to be on his last legs, and the man in red turned back to her with a grin. "You want next? Sure. Betting booth's over there if you wanna make a little money," he added, pointing at a table on the side where an extremely bored looking woman with long black horns and equally black hair was sitting with legs folded, a table with a ledger and a strongbox sitting in front of her.

"This won't take long, so you'd better hurry up if ye wanna put down a bet."

 

[Mads]

Re: An Oni's Night Out (Mads)

"That fight looks pretty decided, already. So's mine, though... eighteen on me sound good?" She speaks, grabbing a small handful of coins and deciding her bet on that. Her eyes glimmer as she sways back and forth in anticipation, silently cheering the apparent winner, eager to see the end of the battle so the real show could start.

Closer to the cage now, she begins planning out maneuvers to please the crowd. Her lips move around silent trials of taunts and jeers, her head shaking at some, while others bring a wry twist to her lips.

 

[Tassadar]

Re: An Oni's Night Out (Mads)

Spoiler

Hebiko Tsumiji: HP = 84, PP = 59, EP = 39, Status = Fine, +4 attack/damage/AV/grapple, -4 Dodge, Tight, 9/21 Resistance

The woman would take down Hebiko's bet, and the oni would be left to sway in place until the match ended. The gruff won via knock out, and then she would be allowed to step in after everything was cleaned up, the new contender treated to the jeering of the crowd. The red man asked her name, stepping in ahead of her, and announced whatever she'd given him as well as her opponent, a big burly man with heavy muscles who towered at least a foot and a half over her named Richard.

Spoiler

Hebiko has an 18 denarii bet on herself

 

[Mads]

Re: An Oni's Night Out (Mads)

"Hebiki. And don't forget it! I'm gonna be famous!" Stepping into the cage, she takes an aggressive, low stance, ducking forward with one foot planted firmly back. Without dropping her guard, she taunts her opponent, whimsical sadism lacing her voice, "I'll rip those muscles right off you, big guy. C'mon!"

 

[Tassadar]

Re: An Oni's Night Out (Mads)

Spoiler

Hebiko Tsumiji: HP = 62/84, PP = 59, EP = 39, Status = Wounded, +4 attack/damage/AV/grapple, -4 Dodge, Tight, 9/21 Resistance

Rolls

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The dude uses Shattering Blow and 10 points of defensive fighting.
Attack: 8 + 57 - 10 - 10 = 45, a hit.
Damage: 7 + 2 + 20 + 3 - 10 = 22, 22 * 2 = 44, 44 - 22 = 22 damage.

The larger human simply quirked an eyebrow at Hebiko's vicious taunt, not taking the bait of the threat or quaking in fear of it, and raised his hands, which were wrapped in bandages. The red-clad announcer shouted for them to begin, and he simply started toward her, bouncing from foot to foot. Hebiko didn't have long to raise a proper guard, and as a result he simply blew past whatever defense she raised with a powerful looping punch that landed on her left cheek and turned her head to the side. Hebiko was knocked back a step, almost into the cage walls, and her opponent jumped back and settled back into a defensive stance, ready to receive her counter attack and no doubt respond with one of his own.

Spoiler

Hebiko has an 18 denarii bet on herself

 

[Mads]

Re: An Oni's Night Out (Mads)

"Ooh, that stings real good~" She runs her claws across the impact point quickly, mentally savoring the rush of pain. Her body is all but crimson, the red's intensity growing along the lines of her muscles as she pulls her right fist back and rests the ball of her right foot against the cage wall, tensing. Her body's already vibrant color deepens to a burning sanguine as her breaths become faster and rougher, her eyes widening to an almost hysterical degree. The fiery girl springs off, bringing her fist forward in a lunging strike aimed at his solar plexus with an exultant shout. "Arrow striike!"

Spoiler

Using stunning blow and activating rage. Also, did you apply the PP damage from masochism?

 

[Tassadar]

Re: An Oni's Night Out (Mads)

Spoiler

Hebiko Tsumiji: HP = 62/84, PP = 49/59, EP = 39, Status = Wounded, +4 attack/damage/AV/grapple, -4 Dodge, Tight, 9/21 Resistance

Rolls

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Maso last turn: 4 + 1 = 5 PP.

Hebiko activates Rage. Then uses Stunning Blow.
Attack: 6 + 65 + 14 = 85, hit.
Damage: 6 + 9 + 42 + 14 - 8 = 63 damage.
Resistance: Hebiko wins, he is stunned.
Sadist: 4 + 1 = 5 PP.

Note for me that should be on your sheet: Hebiko's unarmed damage without any active bonuses is as follows.
Chain handwraps/bracelets (+65) 2d12 + 42, ignore half of worn armor

Lunging forward suddenly, Hebiko's clenched fist struck her opponent squarely in the chest, right between his ribs. He lost the breath in his lungs in a single gasp, and stumbled back while grasping at his chest with one hand while trying to ward the oni back with the other. The crowd laughed and jeered at him as he was caught off guard by her sudden lunge, stunned and sent reeling and thus giving her another chance to attack.

 

[Mads]

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Reeling slightly from her own attack, she takes a step back, mentally congratulating herself. In the moment of his weakness, she prepares and launches her followup assault, dashing forward two short step before tucking into a single somersault roll. As the roll ends, she springs from the ground like a crimson bolt, her bare feet thrusting at Richard's chin. Should her attack find flesh and topple it, she will continue, using the momentum to flip foward onto the man and straddle him, in an attempt to pin him to the floor. As soon as she looms over his fallen body, she will unleash a swift onslaught of knife handed chops to his collarbone, and, having lost herself in the joy of the fight, a savage, chomping bite to his throat.

Spoiler

Trip attack(should still deal damage), brawler auto grapple, pummel, free bite attack. I'll edit that stuff in in the morning.

 

[Tassadar]

Re: An Oni's Night Out (Mads)

Spoiler

Hebiko Tsumiji: HP = 62/84, PP = 45/59, EP = 39, Status = Wounded, +4 attack/damage/AV/grapple, -4 Dodge, Tight, 9/21 Resistance

Rolls

Spoiler

Hebiko trips.
Attack: Automatic hit.
Damage: 3 + 8 + 42 + 14 - 8 = 59 damage.
Resistance: Hebiko wins automatically.
Sadist: 3 + 1 = 4 PP.

He's done after that, so her grab auto succeeds and she can bite him.

Hebiko's kick sends her opponent flying, and he drops to the ground in a limp heap, not even moving as she then lunges onto him to the roaring approval of the crowd. Her teeth sink into his flesh, causing him to twitch and then to flail, the man stunned and unconscious, helpless before her vicious battering, and if she so chose she would be able to rip the human's throat out with her bite, to which the small crowd would laugh and roar with pleasure. Either way, the fight was over.

 

[Mads]

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Exultant in her victory, she gnaws deeper into his vulnerable throat, her claws sinking into his biceps. With a animalistic jerk of her head, she tears away flesh, standing in a fluid motion, viscera adorning her maw like so much sanguine jewelry. Her reddened skin drops a shade as she looks over the crowd, basking in their revelry. Spitting the mans ruined flesh from her mouth, she lets out a wild, primal shout of ecstasy. Until she leaves the onlookers' view, she continues to put on a confident display of victory. However, upon collecting her winnings and washing the worst of the blood off, she'll sit and make casual chat with other patrons, hoping to find a sponsor.

 

[Tassadar]

Re: An Oni's Night Out (Mads)

Spoiler

Hebiko Tsumiji: HP = 62/84, PP = 45/59, EP = 39, Status = Wounded, +4 attack/damage/AV/grapple, -4 Dodge, Tight, 9/21 Resistance

Ripping out her opponent's throat with her teeth, Hebiko would barely hear his last gurgles over the jeers of the blood thirsty crowd. A few seemed horrified or disgusted, but mostly they just seemed amused. Unfortunately for her, she hadn't given them much of a match, and so quickly grew bored. The door to the cage opened, and the red clad announcer would stride in while two others marched in to carry away the corpse. "Looks like we'll be having something of a cleanup break folks!" he said, glancing at Hebiko with some amusement, "feel free to have a drink or two while you wait for your next contenders!"

Heading out of the ring and picking up her winnings, Hebiko would get have to go to the bar if she wanted a towel to clean off her face, but after that no one would approach her. Fighters weren't usually sponsored in places like this, and when they were they were slaves more often than not, leaving it the winnings and bets on themselves that let fighters make money off of their work. Likewise, people usually didn't want to get into the ring with someone who had killed someone else, and she wouldn't get any challengers to fight during the period in which she was resting. Nobody even seemed to want to talk to her, it seemed, even the people who had cheered at her bloody murder largely ignoring her.

Eventually, however, the ring would open again, but Hebiko would find that they weren't doing matches with the same people one after another today. She could watch the fight, and would see the woman who had spoken to her about fighting entering first, followed by the goatman who had won the fight before hers.

(Hebiko gains 34 coins from her bet and 5 more for winning, for a total of 39 denarii.)

 

[Mads]

Re: An Oni's Night Out (Mads)

Grumbling to herself about getting carried away, she resolves to have herself another drink, sipping slowly at it. Her body's tiredness only exacerbated by her glumness at her repeated failure to gain popularity, she slouches, kicking her heels against the floor.
Eventually, however, she realizes what she needs: a plan. She brightens up considerably until she realizes she still doesn't have one, then sets her, admittedly, slightly fuzzied mind to the task. There would have to be posters. Some sort of event, of course. A tournament, maybe... but hosted by who? What sort of prize could she offer with what she had? Her body couldn't be enough, no, there needed to be some sort of grand prize, maybe something she could win herself. And tournaments need judges and announcers. Yeah, announcers. So, first, finding people for that... she groans, rubbing her head with both hands. It all seemed so hopeless. Maybe if she couldn't start one, she could enter one. Something big, for once. When her drink runs out, she begins wandering about the venue, searching for some sort of board where ads might be placed. Unlikely as it was, she searched, hoping for that one lucky break she'd been trying to beat out of life.

 

[Tassadar]

Re: An Oni's Night Out (Mads)

Spoiler

Hebiko Tsumiji: HP = 84, PP = 59, EP = 39, Status = Wounded, +8 attack/damage/AV/grapple, -8 Dodge, Tight x2, 3/21 Resistance

"Ye lookin fer another fight?" someone said suddenly in the midst of Hebiko's wandering around the bar accompanying the battle cage. Turning around, she would find herself confronted by a lithe man with pale green skin and pointed ears, clad in a gray vest and tan trousers, giving him the look of a dockworker or other simple laborer rather than a warrior. There hadn't been any notices of what she wanted on the board she had found as far as she knew, but the increasingly intoxicated oni had only been able to peer at it for a second before this stranger had interrupted her.

 

[Mads]

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She glowers at him, narrowing her eyes. "What'f I am, huh?" Her fingers dance, drawing her nails across her palms in annoyance and anticipation. She looks the man up an down, knowing instinctively not to underestimate a potential opponent. Her gaze focuses mainly on his eyes, hands and feet, lazily evaluating his gaze and way of standing, as well as checking for any telltale scars or callouses.