Just a Little Scuffle (Zorolo, Halcyon Hero, MrRandom)

[Ranarath]

OoC: I'm using Sora.

BiC:

”Exit light. Enter night.
Take my hand. We’re off to Never Never Land.”

The band singer belted the lyrics so loudly that he was more yelling the words than singing them. Of course, he had to do that to even be heard over the instrumentalists who seemed to be having too much fun. Sora was fairly sure that the actual song didn’t sound anything like what was being played. Then again, it really didn’t matter to her. The hunter was leaning up against a wall, her arms crossed and her eyes darting over the crowd.

A myriad of people were dancing to the band, if their movements could be called dancing. Headbanging, air guitars, and screaming the lyrics unintelligibly were the majority of the movements. Most of the clothing consisted of black and metal studs. The crowd might have thought they were the epitome of awesome but Sora thought they all looked like a bunch of idiots. Then again, its not like I’m here to enjoy myself. Her eyes scanned the crowd once more. The hunter was given a tip that a vampire had been getting free meals at various parties such as this one. If the bloodsucker decided to show himself (or herself) here, the half-breed would rake in a little money. After all, a vampire dining on losers like these can’t be too strong.

“Hey, little lady, you look like you need to relax.” A medium-sized guy slid up beside her. Sora had moved to the edge of the crowd to avoid any morons that might try to pick her up. Looked like she hadn’t moved far enough. “Here,” he offered a joint, “This’ll make ya feel good in no time.” The female wrinkled her nose at the smell and turned her head in the other direction, not even dignifying the man with a reply. He just scooted closer. “Aw, come on, don’t be that way,” he laid an arm on her shoulder.

“Don’t touch me.”

The man leaned in closely, putting his ear near her mouth with his hand still on her shoulder. “What did you say, cutie?”

An elbow swiftly found its way into his soft gut. “That clear enough?” Sora muttered under her breath and shoved the man into the crowd. His stumbling body knocked into several people and then toppled onto someone.

“Watch it!” someone shouted. Soon the argument could be heard even over the screaming music. The sound of punches soon followed as numerous fights broke out around the building. Aw crap. At this rate, the whole party would soon turn into a giant brawl. Then how was she suppose to find one vampire?

A random person suddenly jostled her, knocking the hunter off balance while flaring her temper. The fist fighter turned to face Sora with his fists up but just received a punch in the nose for his effort. His nose broke and some of the blood came off on her knuckles. Great. Since this little operation had gone nowhere fast, it was probably time to leave. The half-breed darted along the wall, weaving around fights and kicking anyone who didn’t immediately get out of her way.

The doors to the building were already open when she got there, the fight having spilled onto the street. Many people were still fighting with bloody noses or black eyes while others were siting and trying to recuperate. A few were simply lying on the ground, knocked cold from their little scuffle. Sora took a breath of cooler outside air and started to walk away from the pointless fights. Until one group decided that she wasn’t done. One of them moseyed up to her and flicked out a knife, “And where do you think you’re going?”

The hunter rolled her eyes and smirked, “Some place where the people don’t look like absolute morons.”

“You little-!” the man charged at her with the knife. A dark blue blade appeared in the lady’s hand and she used Pure to slap the knife out the man’s hand. Then her blade came back across and knicked the man’s arm. The sword came to rest with its point at the man’s throat. Maybe it was a little bit overkill to summon one of her swords to deal with this pest but it sure felt good to see the terrified look on his face. Sora’s smirk widened, “So, which one of you still wants a piece of me?”

[Zorolo]

Loud, bad music, a crappy band and, to make matters worse, a rabble of stupid people. Why and where Zachary was, he wasn't entirely sure. All the firebrand knew was the fact he held a strange, blue thing in his hand with a long, black wire attached to some plastic buds at the ends. He recalled Monroe calling it an Ipod, or something. The ice innate found it interesting and was learning to use it. As to why Monroe had given it to him, it was probably something Zorlo had asked him to do or something, the ice mage never knew with the green haired man.

All in all, from the second floor, looking down at the odd raving people, the neon paints and bands on people, the strobe light and the terrible, terrible music. The Ice Elemental had been listening to the music that had been placed on his Ipod to relax himself, but still, the device made his mind spin trying to figure it out. Zachary had left how it worked up to the idea of magic. Still, it didn't matter, the device was about to die, so the ice innate would have to charge it, which Monroe, reluctantly, had shown him how to do.

The last bit of sound silenced from the Ipod and the band stopped. A brawl had broken out. The ice warrior rolled up the headphones around the device and placed it into his pocket at the fight began to spill in upstairs. "You've gotta be kidding me!" the young warrior stated as he stepped backwards, watching as the fighting people poured out.

The ice innate clenched his fists as people poured upstairs as the people were punching each other. The red haired fighter suddenly felt a punch strike his face, and, in annoyance, the red haired fighter began punching back. Swinging his fists wildly, striking at people, but quickly being pushed back into a window. The ice innate could feel himself getting mad, and he wasn't about to take it.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" the ice mage stated as magical energy burst from him, blowing out the wall behind him and blasted people back, leaving slight bits of their body frozen. Zachary released a few breaths as he felt his foot slip back and himself fall from the second floor.

CRASH!

Zachary felt himself land on something... possibly someone, and looked towards the person he had landed on before rolling over and sliding away. The ice mage looked at the woman and reached for his sword. "You... have we met before?" the ice innate asked, narrowing his eyes at her. She did seem familiar to him.

[MrRandom]

OoC : Forgive the quality of this post, but I'm still rather new to the BA remember

Noise. Supposedly ordered yet strangely random and incredibly loud notes, coupled with people jostling around chaotically. White could see why Orange had been so insistent that they come here, but he still couldn't figure out why he'd agreed to come. Probably because Orange could be incredibly annoying if he really wanted to.

Mind you, these sorts of concerts were often a haven for aggressive types, and this one seemed to be no exception, so Grey had been eager to tag along in case a fight broke out. The sadistic fragment had even tried to start conflicts several times, but luckily Cyan kept him in check. Unfortunately, Magenta had gotten bored and rallied with Orange and Grey to start something up. The final straw came when someone landed on White; anger aroused, Red convinced him to fling the man off forcefully.

This, of course, had facilitated the starting of a massive fight. Grey had started asking to be summoned so he could sneak around hurting people for no real reason, so after several minutes of incessant bickering White had let him appear nearby.

"Anything to get rid of him..." White thought to himself and the myriad of other entities in his mind.

"That wasn't a good idea...ultimately, you'll be partly responsible for whoever he hurts."

"Technically it'll be Grey's fault if anyone gets hurt, and Grey's influence here might be enough to cause White to hurt someone, which would be his fault. So that was probably the best course of action."

"Enough of this chatter. Where's the freak that crashed into us? I've got a large greatsword he might like to meet..."

"Now now, calm down Red...we don't want any fighting."

"Oh come on, Cyan, look around you! Everyone's already fighting. We may as well join in and have ourselves a little fun..."

"But that might end up hurting innocent-"

The internal dialogue was cut short by what almost sounded like an explosion, followed by a crash. Taking advantage of White's slightly stunned state, Purple convinced the young adventurer to summon him right away to figure out what had happened. With the aid of Sienna's divination, Purple concluded that something out of the ordinary had happened up on the second floor of the concert venue.

Following Purple's directions precisely was somewhat of a difficulty with all the fighting, but White eventually reached the stairs, which had the occasional spot of blood or unconscious body on them.

Idiots... Purple said out loud, forgetting that people were within earshot. This remark elicited several angry cries and caused a large gang of people to chase after White and Purple, who promptly took off up the stairs to be confronted with a large hole in the wall and several people nursing what looked like frozen body parts. Fascinated, White's intelligence began examining the edges of the hole, noting that the sides of the blasted wall section seemed to indicate some sort of magic was involved in it's destruction.

A quick glance down through the gap in the wall revealed a pair of people. Which by itself was hardly unusual, except that they were both holding swords. Cyan was quickly summoned and appeared in between the two, both hands glowing blue with countermagic as the mediator prepared to defuse the conflict. Sensing a fight, White decided to borrow Purple's magical prowess, unsummoning him and borrowing the trademark staff he usually carried.

As he was about to jump through the gap, Magenta, Orange, and to White's surprise Yellow requested summoning. The fragment of happiness explained that he might be able to heal hapless brawl victims, so White gave in and summoned all three, reasoning that he might need all the backup he could get. While Yellow ran off to the stairs to fix up a few of the wounded, the other three jumped through the gap after Cyan, despite Black's assurances that they were all going to get badly beaten.

Upon landing, Magenta drew his greatsword and Orange his meteor hammer, while Purple's staff flashed blue in White's hand as he readied defensive spells. While Cyan insisted that they try to stop a fight the more combat-minded Magenta was looking to start one, an endeavour Orange was willing to support him on. Not particularly happy with the situation he found himself in, White turned to both of the sword-wielders and muttered a rather awkward "er, hi..."

[Halcyon Hero]

Cajjac’s grip on his guitar’s neck tightened, his knuckles white. His teeth gritted together and his eyes blazed. And he had to resist the urge to reach up and make sure his ears weren’t bleeding. He had seen the “guitarist wanted” flier and leapt for joy. To join a band-even a temporary one-and play a gig! It was something that he hadn’t had a chance to do in a long time. So, he went to the try-outs. Has some old dead guy had once said, he came, he saw, he conquered. The band had welcomed Cajjac ecstatically, positively thrilled at his skill. And once the introductions were done, the Changling had been whisked off, on the way to the gig that awaited. His wings and tail covered in carefully designed paper, string, and sparkles to make them look fake, the guitarist was thrust on stage, a wide crowd splayed out before him. Then the music had started. And Cajjac’s soul wept.

His musical prowess had been scrutinaized, but unfortunately for him, he had not yet sampled his “band mates” ability. They were horrible. Horrible. The Changling found himself wincing almost constantly, his expert ears picking out every wrong note—which out numbered the correct ones. He prayed for it to stop, and yet he couldn’t do anything about it. He was finally on stage before a huge crowd, which, oddly enough, seemed to enjoy the musical wreckage. So, he gritted his teeth and bore with it. Right up until a bottle flew up on stage and hit the lead “singer” dead in the forehead, knocking him unconscious before he even hit the floor.

His eyes popping open, Cajjac immediately spotted the fight. Rage flared up within him. As crappy as the performance (on the others’ part) might be, one did NOT interrupt his playing. Leaping off stage as the private fight began to turn into concert-wide brawl, Cajjac flipped his guitar over, holding it as a ballplayer might a bat. He strode quickly towards the source of the disturbance, determined to put an end to the disruption.

“You. Do. Not. Interrupt. My. Show!” The guitarist yelled out as he approached the sword-wielding annoyances. The dragon guitar went up. The dragon guitar came down. The floor went up. In pieces.

[Ranarath]

Sora blinked, trying to figure out how she had gotten into a mess like this. First she attacked some idiotic human who had decided he wanted a piece of her. Then someone had fallen on her from above. Then he had the nerve the ask if he knew the hunter. What the hell kind of response was that after landing on someone? Sora had told him off for that, which he didn’t seem to appreciated and drew his own sword.

Then, out of nowhere, a guy with green-blue hair suddenly popped up between her and the first guy. His palms glowed with magic but he seemed more interested in talking her and the red-haired man out of a fight. And then another guy, who looked exactly like the man with cyan hair, came forward with other people who looked exactly like him except with different colored hair. That was bizarre as hell.

Finally, one of the guitarists, who had a hell of a fascination with dragons based on his costume, came over and smashed his guitar into the floor. The half-breed always though the guitar smashing was for after the band was done. Then again, judging from the fact that most of the band was either knocked out or in the fight, they were probably finished playing.

Sora looked at the first guy, then the one with all the clones, to the dragon dude, and then back to the one with red hair. “Where are all of you people coming from!?” she shouted. Now she wasn’t only in a bad mood but confused as hell. The hunter turned to the guitarist as he seemed to be itching for a fight the most. Pure was pointed directly at him, “I don’t give a damn if your show was interrupted. You sound like crap anyway.”

Well, if Sora was looking for a way to really tick the dragon man off, that did it. “It was the rest of them,” he growled through clenched teeth and brought his guitar down on half-breed. She blocked the half-hearted attack with her scimitar and knocked the instrument away. Grinning, the hunter darted forward just to make a little cut on the man’s chest to make him back off. However, he brought his arm down to block the sword. Sora’s eyes widened, thinking she was about to chop his arm off. Then her sword hit the orange scales on his arm and stopped. His tail came at her side and knocked her way and into the crowd, taking down several other people as well.

Sora looked up and at the dragon guitarist, seeing him grin widely at her. His tail swished back and forth while he flapped his wings lightly for added effected. It worked. Those freaking things are real? Oh, this is just great.

[Zorolo]

Annoying. This whole thing was simply annoying. Things had been nice, and then some douche bags had to start a fight and the insanity had to begin. It was one of those times Zachary wondered what small rock these creeps crawled out from under and where they had all gotten their powers. It seemed that the firebrand couldn't got anywhere and not find himself against beings of this like. After all, aside from the woman, who looked somewhat familiar to the ice innate, the other oddballs were all new to him.

Zachary spun his sword around and stabbed it into the ground and turned looked at the dragon person... thing... It wasn't human, nor dragon, but something mixed of the two. Zachary, still, found himself greatly disinterested, since he had never been a fan of dragons. They breath fire, and he uses ice. Not the nicest odds. Still, the woman had that thing tied up, but it didn't explain the strange guys around them.

"I don't know who any of you people, except maybe that woman are, but I know damn well that you're annoying me. It took a moment for the ice mage to completely understand the fact that there were several people who all looked the same, but with different hair colors. One had a rather large sword, another with a hammer. The last was a man holding a staff, so it was clear that this wasn't going to be easy. "Three... four... Hmm... Four on one. This is cool," the ice innate stated as he gripped his sword tightly.

Magic ran down the blade of the sword as the ground split slightly in front of Zachary and a small, monkey-like being of ice emerged. "I'm gonna recall to have my new skill smack Zorlo later. The only animal I can make right now is a fully functioning, semiautonomous monkey minion. Well, it's the best I can do right now," the ice innate stated as the monkey jumped onto his shoulder and planted itself there.

The Ice Elemental looked over the group again and rested the flat of his sword on his shoulder opposite the one the ice monkey was standing on. "So, are you guys here to dance or look stupid?" Zachary mocked with a laugh.

[MrRandom]

"Now look, we don't want any trouble..."

"Like hell we don't! Are you just going to take that from him? Let me out already!"

"Not a chance...there might still be a chance to salvage the situ- oh."

White's voice trailed off as he spotted Grey sneaking up on the man with the ice monkey with one of his nasty-looking daggers held up. An instant later Grey was tripped up by another fight somewhere nearby, an audible clang announcing the presence of the sadist as his dagger collided with the floor. Naturally, the ice monkey man (as White had decided to tall him until he found out his name) spun around to see Grey lying there with a dagger and immediately assumed White was responsible. Sensing that he wasn't going to be able to explain this in time to prevent a fight, White sighed and began running over the best spells to use to protect himself.

Cyan, however, was not going to give up so easily. Still standing between all the combatants, he singled out the ice wielder and attempted to keep him out of combat by surrounding him with a faint, blue bubble, which was unfortunately rather easy to break with enough force. Pouring all his energy into maintaining the bubble, he didn't notice Grey trying to stab him until White intervened with a quick force spell.

"What the hell were you doing that for!?" White exclaimed, with just a hint of red creeping into his eyes.

"Fun! Besides, he was such an easy target-"

Grey was swiftly knocked unconscious by a sharp blow to the back of the head. Looking up in surprise, White was shocked to find that the blow had come from Yellow, whose normally sunny colour had been permeated with considerable amounts of Blue.

"He was hurting people......I don't like it when people hurt people. You are all planning to hurt people too..." the amalgamation finished with a strong warning tone. Magenta, meanwhile, had charged the guitar player, swinging his massive greatsword around as though it weighed almost nothing, but still failing to connect with any attacks. Purple's observation summed up the situation rather nicely:

"Idiots."