Post by Angra Mainyu on Nov 28, 2009 22:46:29 GMT -5
-Ooc: Just to let most know, my mind kind of went blank when thinking of the Title for this thread. xD-
The scent of mold and rotten fish stabbed Angra's nose, the smell of rotted wood and garbage mixing with the scent of the sea that was so close to this city. Homes on the verge of collapsing and the families within at the same limits from working so much just to try and stay a float, a term such as this almost becoming to literal in some cases of houses that were so close to the waters edge. The constant sounds of coughing from sickly children who had no way to heal their sickness. Many sub coming to destitute, their cupidity for a better life one of the few things that got these people to drag themselves from their cots in the wee hours of the morning. Quite a bland and gray place the Tychite district was; the Empress already bereaved most of it's inhabitants from any kind of happiness. Seeing the condition of the city as Angra strolled down it's cramped streets he noticed that the people had no gumption to do much of anything about it's poor condition, spirits drug down to far to do anything about the collection of fish carcasses at the shore of the water, to try and fixed the water damaged homes, quite frankly too far gone to do anything that strayed from their normal schedule.
Having no desire to wear so much clothing today, he wore only parts of his outfit. He wore the black boots and black pants, having the white undershirt on without the black vest that went over it. He didn't have his large black coat on, no instead he just draped it over his shoulder. His black hair was combed back, draping down to reach below his shoulder blades. Having been here in Elysium for quite some time Angra found himself growing accustomed to the many different things that this city offered. If someone were to seek Angra out they would find him traveling through the cities of Elysium everyday, going throughout the different classes and districts, just walking around observing everything around him. Every so often doing some work for little scrapes of money to keep nourishment and rent at hand. Continuing his stroll through the Tychite district Angra always noticed the high number of sailors that came into this place, also noticing the number of intoxicated patrons who seemed to stumble in and out of the bars and inns of this city like clock work. The reason for Angra's constant strolls through the cities was to better get an understanding of what kind of conditions people are forced into because of the Empress, helping fuel his cause of dragging the women into the mud. Seeing cities such as this gave him all the more reason to want to stop the tyrant.
Having spent the morning wandering around, fishing just for the fun of it, and making a little bit of currency helping older people to get tasks done at a very low price, Angra found the sun was close to setting, lights of the buildings within the city lighting the street now. Yawning a bit he slipped his jacket on over his shoulders, eying the establishments around him. Seeing that he made a little extra currency today he thought it would be nice to treat himself to a drink. Spotting a quaint Inn not to far away, Angra set off towards it, already able to hear the loud conversations from the liquored up patrons on the inside. Another reason he liked to explore every city in Elysium was the gossip. Any and all information pertaining to the Empress was useful to him and having already deciphered some of the conversation within the Inn he was going too, he could already see that their was talk of the Empress and the rumored Rebellion that was standing against her. Stepping into the tavern of sorts he was hit by a warm breeze of alcohol and smoke, the mixed chattering of those within the bar making it a bit noisy. Spotting a man who was seeming to point Angra out, he would normally brush this off, being a outsider brought him all kinds of looks. But after closer examination of the mans blackened eye and protuberant lip he noticed that it was one of the guards from the palace of Elysium that he had an encounter with from one time or another. Groaning a bit he walked forward towards the bar, already foreseeing a conflict given how deep a shade of red the mans face was. Almost at the bar, just as he predicted, the man and three of his friends stood up and got in his path. Speaking in a slurred manor the guard addressed Angra. “You ter! I-I 'member you! You be the one that blacked my bloody eye!! Now it be time for some payback!”
“Come now, no need to cause a scene here, eh? That was than and this is now. Were here to drink and relax so just drop it,” Angra said in a very nonchalant manor. “So how about this, you shut your little mouth and I buy you a drink?”Getting even redder in the face, if that was even possible, the man swung a sloppy punch at Angra. Ducking back to dodge it, having little effort in the act, Angra sighed. “I suppose thats a no,” Angra stated as the two other men made a small circle around Angra. “I'm tell you guys, your going to regret-” But before he could even finish his sentence the drunk in front of him threw another punch. Using his right palm he easily struck the mans wrist, throwing his punch off course to where the only thing the man managed to hit was air. Deciding that their was no way around the confrontation he decided that it was easiest to simply dispose of the trash. When a man on his side attempted to strike his ribs with a punch Angra stepped to the side, taking a tight grasp on the mans wrist with his left hand. Yanking the man towards him he slammed his right arm against his chest, actually lifting the drunk off his feet. Than with the same suavity he had when dodging the attack, he slammed his right elbow into the mans gut while he was still airborne, making his descent to the ground faster and harder. The drunk who had started the whole mess ran forward at Angra with the means to tackle him to the ground. Making no movements to dodge, Angra remained motionless. Than, at the last minute, Angra brought his right knee up quickly, it slamming onto the drunks chin, his teeth slamming together to make an awfully loud cracking noise as he fell face first at Angra's feet. Suddenly the third man that was behind Angra had lifted a chair. Slamming the chair as hard as he could into Angra's back, the poor thing shattered into many different pieces onto the floor. Standing motionless nothing about Angra changed upon impact, seemingly unaffected by it. Leaning forward he sent the man to the ground gasping for air with one thrust of his leg, out stretching the leg behind him and connecting the bottom of his boot with the mans chest. Reaching down he took the ankles of each guard and began to drag them towards the door, staring at the other man who was gasping for air. “I'd start running towards the door before I break your face,” Angra stated with an amused grin. Scrambling to his feet the man ran out of the door, followed by Angra who dragged the other to men into the street. Turning he strolled back into the bar with the same nonchalance. Walking to the bar he looked to whoever it was serving the drinks behind the bar, acting cool as a cucumber as if none of that just happened. “I need a shot of the strongest drink you got.”
The scent of mold and rotten fish stabbed Angra's nose, the smell of rotted wood and garbage mixing with the scent of the sea that was so close to this city. Homes on the verge of collapsing and the families within at the same limits from working so much just to try and stay a float, a term such as this almost becoming to literal in some cases of houses that were so close to the waters edge. The constant sounds of coughing from sickly children who had no way to heal their sickness. Many sub coming to destitute, their cupidity for a better life one of the few things that got these people to drag themselves from their cots in the wee hours of the morning. Quite a bland and gray place the Tychite district was; the Empress already bereaved most of it's inhabitants from any kind of happiness. Seeing the condition of the city as Angra strolled down it's cramped streets he noticed that the people had no gumption to do much of anything about it's poor condition, spirits drug down to far to do anything about the collection of fish carcasses at the shore of the water, to try and fixed the water damaged homes, quite frankly too far gone to do anything that strayed from their normal schedule.
Having no desire to wear so much clothing today, he wore only parts of his outfit. He wore the black boots and black pants, having the white undershirt on without the black vest that went over it. He didn't have his large black coat on, no instead he just draped it over his shoulder. His black hair was combed back, draping down to reach below his shoulder blades. Having been here in Elysium for quite some time Angra found himself growing accustomed to the many different things that this city offered. If someone were to seek Angra out they would find him traveling through the cities of Elysium everyday, going throughout the different classes and districts, just walking around observing everything around him. Every so often doing some work for little scrapes of money to keep nourishment and rent at hand. Continuing his stroll through the Tychite district Angra always noticed the high number of sailors that came into this place, also noticing the number of intoxicated patrons who seemed to stumble in and out of the bars and inns of this city like clock work. The reason for Angra's constant strolls through the cities was to better get an understanding of what kind of conditions people are forced into because of the Empress, helping fuel his cause of dragging the women into the mud. Seeing cities such as this gave him all the more reason to want to stop the tyrant.
Having spent the morning wandering around, fishing just for the fun of it, and making a little bit of currency helping older people to get tasks done at a very low price, Angra found the sun was close to setting, lights of the buildings within the city lighting the street now. Yawning a bit he slipped his jacket on over his shoulders, eying the establishments around him. Seeing that he made a little extra currency today he thought it would be nice to treat himself to a drink. Spotting a quaint Inn not to far away, Angra set off towards it, already able to hear the loud conversations from the liquored up patrons on the inside. Another reason he liked to explore every city in Elysium was the gossip. Any and all information pertaining to the Empress was useful to him and having already deciphered some of the conversation within the Inn he was going too, he could already see that their was talk of the Empress and the rumored Rebellion that was standing against her. Stepping into the tavern of sorts he was hit by a warm breeze of alcohol and smoke, the mixed chattering of those within the bar making it a bit noisy. Spotting a man who was seeming to point Angra out, he would normally brush this off, being a outsider brought him all kinds of looks. But after closer examination of the mans blackened eye and protuberant lip he noticed that it was one of the guards from the palace of Elysium that he had an encounter with from one time or another. Groaning a bit he walked forward towards the bar, already foreseeing a conflict given how deep a shade of red the mans face was. Almost at the bar, just as he predicted, the man and three of his friends stood up and got in his path. Speaking in a slurred manor the guard addressed Angra. “You ter! I-I 'member you! You be the one that blacked my bloody eye!! Now it be time for some payback!”
“Come now, no need to cause a scene here, eh? That was than and this is now. Were here to drink and relax so just drop it,” Angra said in a very nonchalant manor. “So how about this, you shut your little mouth and I buy you a drink?”Getting even redder in the face, if that was even possible, the man swung a sloppy punch at Angra. Ducking back to dodge it, having little effort in the act, Angra sighed. “I suppose thats a no,” Angra stated as the two other men made a small circle around Angra. “I'm tell you guys, your going to regret-” But before he could even finish his sentence the drunk in front of him threw another punch. Using his right palm he easily struck the mans wrist, throwing his punch off course to where the only thing the man managed to hit was air. Deciding that their was no way around the confrontation he decided that it was easiest to simply dispose of the trash. When a man on his side attempted to strike his ribs with a punch Angra stepped to the side, taking a tight grasp on the mans wrist with his left hand. Yanking the man towards him he slammed his right arm against his chest, actually lifting the drunk off his feet. Than with the same suavity he had when dodging the attack, he slammed his right elbow into the mans gut while he was still airborne, making his descent to the ground faster and harder. The drunk who had started the whole mess ran forward at Angra with the means to tackle him to the ground. Making no movements to dodge, Angra remained motionless. Than, at the last minute, Angra brought his right knee up quickly, it slamming onto the drunks chin, his teeth slamming together to make an awfully loud cracking noise as he fell face first at Angra's feet. Suddenly the third man that was behind Angra had lifted a chair. Slamming the chair as hard as he could into Angra's back, the poor thing shattered into many different pieces onto the floor. Standing motionless nothing about Angra changed upon impact, seemingly unaffected by it. Leaning forward he sent the man to the ground gasping for air with one thrust of his leg, out stretching the leg behind him and connecting the bottom of his boot with the mans chest. Reaching down he took the ankles of each guard and began to drag them towards the door, staring at the other man who was gasping for air. “I'd start running towards the door before I break your face,” Angra stated with an amused grin. Scrambling to his feet the man ran out of the door, followed by Angra who dragged the other to men into the street. Turning he strolled back into the bar with the same nonchalance. Walking to the bar he looked to whoever it was serving the drinks behind the bar, acting cool as a cucumber as if none of that just happened. “I need a shot of the strongest drink you got.”
