~*~Intermission (*cue Track 8 from Aneama*) ~*~
*sigh* me encanta Tool. How 'bout you people?
^_^ it's been a while, everyone. Thank you for your reviews, it makes me feel muy buena to know that someone loves my work. Lol. I feel like a manga creator writing this in the side column. I bought my first graphic novel last Saturday--it's Fushigi Yuugi. Must buy the rest…
On with the GrudgeMatch! sortta.
DarkFlame136
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*~a couple of hours after the third Round, when all the fires in the arena have been put out. for the most part.~*
*tick tock* *tick tock*
*tap tap* *tap tap*
There were six beings in DarkFlame's office, yet nothing could be heard in the room besides the ticking clock and her long, black fingernails tapping on her ebony desk. Nothing could be seen besides the scowl over her blood red lips, the snow white Invoice in front of her, and the transparent anime sweat drops on the back of two heads.
The tapping ceased. "Well? Neither of you have anything to say about this?"
"Er..." Rin began. Dilandau remained silent.
Folken sighed. Sesshoumaru gave one of his little smirks.
"If it is going to be this much of a problem, I will take responsibility."
"You WILL?" everyone except DarkFlame blurted out.
Getting out his checkbook, Folken wrote something down and tore out a check with a nifty charcoal feather background. "This should take care of the Invoice." He slid it across the desk to the woman sitting behind it.
"Thank you, Lord Folken." She looked at the figure. "Yes, this will cover the Invoice for repairs. However...that's not what I was worried about."
"...Excuse me?"
DarkFlame smiled. "Thankies for the check, though!"
Folken and Dilandau crashed to the floor. Rin giggled.
In the shadows next to DarkFlame, Mitsuno sighed. 'At least she didn't peg ME for this!'
"Oh, you are pegged, no doubt," DarkFlame said to her.
"WHAT?!"
"It's nothing personal, Mitsuno, but a good 3/4 of the stadium was gutted. One COULD chalk that up to a lack of security..."
"Oh, so it's MY fault a FlareMasterX1500 got past two vampires?"
"And a Fire Elemental."
Mitsuno, having absolutely nothing to say to that, simply growled.
"Either way, we need to figure out what to do while the arena's getting fixed, because it will NOT be done in time for tomorrow night."
"It does not have to be."
Everyone turned to the one who spoke. DarkFlame narrowed her eyes. "Hmn...go on. Sesshoumaru."
"Usually when a match occurs, damage is done to the building and/or the audience, correct?"
She thought for a moment. "Yes, that HAS been a bit of an issue."
"And all of this is before you have had a round with any strong demons." Sesshoumaru paused. "Do not take this the wrong way, but I am NOT going to worry about the upholstery and a few stray mortals during my match."
"That's right," Mitsuno added, "and Yue gets his power from the moon. He'd be at a disadvantage if Sesshoumaru plans on going all-out and he can't. Besides…we need to replace half of the ceiling, anyway," she finished a bit sheepish.
*sigh* "That we do, Mitsuno, that we do. I think everyone will like different scenery, anyway, and it will take less time if we don't have to worry about the roof getting fixed. Open air match, it is!"
"Ooh, ooh, an I help tear the roof off?" an excited Dilandau was practically jumping up and down in his seat.
DarkFlame sighed yet again. "Yes, Dilandau, you can help tear the roof off. Don't destroy the rest of the arena, though, because I WILL kick your ass this time!"
If he heard her last remark, he really didn't act like it. "All RIGHT!!!" he bolted out of the room.
With a groan, she buried her face in her hands. "Folken--"
"I'll keep an eye on him." Said Draconian left after his albino charge.
Mitsuno turned to the other pair. "So. What are you guys going to do?"
"At this moment, I am not sure. It might not be a good idea for Rin to see the match. It will get ugly, and not just because of Yue's face."
"Ooh, them's fightin' words!" she commented. "But what would Rin do in the meantime? I can't think of anyone to watch over her, since everyone will be watching you and Yue go at it."
"I'll do it." the other woman offered. "If Rin doesn't mind."
The girl looked at DarkFlame. "I don't mind. I like you!"
Sesshoumaru raised an eyebrow. 'She doesn't normally take to anyone else.' "That settle that, then. I will return when I finish with girlie-man, which should not take very much time."
Mitsuno made a critical sound as he swept out of the room. "I don't know who to root for--Sesshoumaru for his confidence or Yue for actually going through with this. From what I understand, he doesn't accept challenges that he thinks are beneath him."
"You have to admit, though, they WERE ready to kill each other a few hours ago," DarkFlame pointed out. "Speaking of killing...would you do me a favor and make sure that Dairen and Saiyan haven't drained any more of the firemen? I know they haven't eaten in a while, but I'd like to make sure that the stadium doesn't have any more small fires or funky livewires before we remodel the part that was trashed. "
"Er...I'm a little hungry myself." the redhead admitted. "Can I have a few after? Pleeeeeeeeeeeese?"
DarkFlame made a face. "I'm not dealing with any animated corpses."
"They won't be. I feed on energy, remember?"
"Yeah, that, too. No dead--or undead--bodies, Mitsuno."
"Fine, fine. I'll make sure no one dines on the construction crew that's coming in afterwards as well." Without waiting for a reply, she disappeared.
Rin blinked. "Animated corpses?"
The older woman shook her head. "Please don't ask."
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hey, there, people. i've been working on the next round on and off. either way, it's time for a little audience participation that does NOT involve dodging enchanted arrows or columns of flame. actually, it's a bit of a psuedo-contest:
Who do you think will be the next referee?
a.) the Grim Reaper
b.) Sailor Saturn
c.) Satan
d.) Allen Schezar
Whoever guesses correctly gets a plushie of themselves! well, a virtual one, anyway. lol. i don't know what you people look like, anyway.
*sigh* me encanta Tool. How 'bout you people?
^_^ it's been a while, everyone. Thank you for your reviews, it makes me feel muy buena to know that someone loves my work. Lol. I feel like a manga creator writing this in the side column. I bought my first graphic novel last Saturday--it's Fushigi Yuugi. Must buy the rest…
On with the GrudgeMatch! sortta.
DarkFlame136
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*~a couple of hours after the third Round, when all the fires in the arena have been put out. for the most part.~*
*tick tock* *tick tock*
*tap tap* *tap tap*
There were six beings in DarkFlame's office, yet nothing could be heard in the room besides the ticking clock and her long, black fingernails tapping on her ebony desk. Nothing could be seen besides the scowl over her blood red lips, the snow white Invoice in front of her, and the transparent anime sweat drops on the back of two heads.
The tapping ceased. "Well? Neither of you have anything to say about this?"
"Er..." Rin began. Dilandau remained silent.
Folken sighed. Sesshoumaru gave one of his little smirks.
"If it is going to be this much of a problem, I will take responsibility."
"You WILL?" everyone except DarkFlame blurted out.
Getting out his checkbook, Folken wrote something down and tore out a check with a nifty charcoal feather background. "This should take care of the Invoice." He slid it across the desk to the woman sitting behind it.
"Thank you, Lord Folken." She looked at the figure. "Yes, this will cover the Invoice for repairs. However...that's not what I was worried about."
"...Excuse me?"
DarkFlame smiled. "Thankies for the check, though!"
Folken and Dilandau crashed to the floor. Rin giggled.
In the shadows next to DarkFlame, Mitsuno sighed. 'At least she didn't peg ME for this!'
"Oh, you are pegged, no doubt," DarkFlame said to her.
"WHAT?!"
"It's nothing personal, Mitsuno, but a good 3/4 of the stadium was gutted. One COULD chalk that up to a lack of security..."
"Oh, so it's MY fault a FlareMasterX1500 got past two vampires?"
"And a Fire Elemental."
Mitsuno, having absolutely nothing to say to that, simply growled.
"Either way, we need to figure out what to do while the arena's getting fixed, because it will NOT be done in time for tomorrow night."
"It does not have to be."
Everyone turned to the one who spoke. DarkFlame narrowed her eyes. "Hmn...go on. Sesshoumaru."
"Usually when a match occurs, damage is done to the building and/or the audience, correct?"
She thought for a moment. "Yes, that HAS been a bit of an issue."
"And all of this is before you have had a round with any strong demons." Sesshoumaru paused. "Do not take this the wrong way, but I am NOT going to worry about the upholstery and a few stray mortals during my match."
"That's right," Mitsuno added, "and Yue gets his power from the moon. He'd be at a disadvantage if Sesshoumaru plans on going all-out and he can't. Besides…we need to replace half of the ceiling, anyway," she finished a bit sheepish.
*sigh* "That we do, Mitsuno, that we do. I think everyone will like different scenery, anyway, and it will take less time if we don't have to worry about the roof getting fixed. Open air match, it is!"
"Ooh, ooh, an I help tear the roof off?" an excited Dilandau was practically jumping up and down in his seat.
DarkFlame sighed yet again. "Yes, Dilandau, you can help tear the roof off. Don't destroy the rest of the arena, though, because I WILL kick your ass this time!"
If he heard her last remark, he really didn't act like it. "All RIGHT!!!" he bolted out of the room.
With a groan, she buried her face in her hands. "Folken--"
"I'll keep an eye on him." Said Draconian left after his albino charge.
Mitsuno turned to the other pair. "So. What are you guys going to do?"
"At this moment, I am not sure. It might not be a good idea for Rin to see the match. It will get ugly, and not just because of Yue's face."
"Ooh, them's fightin' words!" she commented. "But what would Rin do in the meantime? I can't think of anyone to watch over her, since everyone will be watching you and Yue go at it."
"I'll do it." the other woman offered. "If Rin doesn't mind."
The girl looked at DarkFlame. "I don't mind. I like you!"
Sesshoumaru raised an eyebrow. 'She doesn't normally take to anyone else.' "That settle that, then. I will return when I finish with girlie-man, which should not take very much time."
Mitsuno made a critical sound as he swept out of the room. "I don't know who to root for--Sesshoumaru for his confidence or Yue for actually going through with this. From what I understand, he doesn't accept challenges that he thinks are beneath him."
"You have to admit, though, they WERE ready to kill each other a few hours ago," DarkFlame pointed out. "Speaking of killing...would you do me a favor and make sure that Dairen and Saiyan haven't drained any more of the firemen? I know they haven't eaten in a while, but I'd like to make sure that the stadium doesn't have any more small fires or funky livewires before we remodel the part that was trashed. "
"Er...I'm a little hungry myself." the redhead admitted. "Can I have a few after? Pleeeeeeeeeeeese?"
DarkFlame made a face. "I'm not dealing with any animated corpses."
"They won't be. I feed on energy, remember?"
"Yeah, that, too. No dead--or undead--bodies, Mitsuno."
"Fine, fine. I'll make sure no one dines on the construction crew that's coming in afterwards as well." Without waiting for a reply, she disappeared.
Rin blinked. "Animated corpses?"
The older woman shook her head. "Please don't ask."
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hey, there, people. i've been working on the next round on and off. either way, it's time for a little audience participation that does NOT involve dodging enchanted arrows or columns of flame. actually, it's a bit of a psuedo-contest:
Who do you think will be the next referee?
a.) the Grim Reaper
b.) Sailor Saturn
c.) Satan
d.) Allen Schezar
Whoever guesses correctly gets a plushie of themselves! well, a virtual one, anyway. lol. i don't know what you people look like, anyway.