Ryo Ashihara (
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eswareinmal2013-01-31 06:34 pm
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[Orb] | GHB 18
[The video feed opens to show what appears to be a back corner of a tavern that is likely not the most reputable establishment in this or any other world. Judging by the sound of the surrounding noise, there's a fight going on elsewhere in the tavern. Ryo's sitting at a table in that back corner, and he doesn't really seem to care about the noise.]
So, that sword stuck in the stone...did anyone actually--
[Whatever Ryo was about to ask is cut off by a drunken brawl raucously crashing across his table. He should probably think about going somewhere nicer in the future. Before he can do anything other than look a bit ticked off, one of the men who slammed into the table drunkenly rolls to his feet.]
Hey! Hey! It's one 'o them heroes what's supposed t' be stoppin' them thorns!
[The guy's clearly had too many drinks to be thinking straight. He's now giving Ryo an aggressive prod to the chest.]
But he's just sittin' here on his bum like the rest 'o us! Huh? You got somethin' t' say t' that, hero boy?
[Good job, random townsperson. Of all the heroes you could have chosen to tick off, you've irritated the guy this place has pegged as a berserker. Ryo wastes no time in letting the drunk guy have it with a punch to the face, and now the drunk guy's equally drunk friends are a little upset. Looks like this could turn nasty, and Ryo has forgotten that he's got an audience on the Orb.]
So, that sword stuck in the stone...did anyone actually--
[Whatever Ryo was about to ask is cut off by a drunken brawl raucously crashing across his table. He should probably think about going somewhere nicer in the future. Before he can do anything other than look a bit ticked off, one of the men who slammed into the table drunkenly rolls to his feet.]
Hey! Hey! It's one 'o them heroes what's supposed t' be stoppin' them thorns!
[The guy's clearly had too many drinks to be thinking straight. He's now giving Ryo an aggressive prod to the chest.]
But he's just sittin' here on his bum like the rest 'o us! Huh? You got somethin' t' say t' that, hero boy?
[Good job, random townsperson. Of all the heroes you could have chosen to tick off, you've irritated the guy this place has pegged as a berserker. Ryo wastes no time in letting the drunk guy have it with a punch to the face, and now the drunk guy's equally drunk friends are a little upset. Looks like this could turn nasty, and Ryo has forgotten that he's got an audience on the Orb.]

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Are you all right?!
[[if he knew anything about the taverns to tell where this even was..!]]
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[And he's punching one of the drunk guy's angry friends now.]
They might not be in a little bit.
[There's a crash somewhere nearby; sounds like one of the others has just broken a bottle to use as a weapon.]
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Hang on, I'll be down soon, you're still in town, right? [[how many bars could there be?]]
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[Protip: it's the bar with the sudden increase in noise level. The bartender has started loudly taking bets on the outcome of this fight, and several of the more foolhardy patrons are starting to jump in for the thrill of it.]
But I'm not sure you're cut out for this, kid.
[The guy with the broken bottle is charging at Ryo now, making it very hard to talk. Ryo's dodging the guy's attacks, but he has no weapons of his own. He's about to start growing them in a minute if he can't land a punch on Mr. Broken Bottle.]
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I'm not going to be fighting...!
[[He's going to be stopping the fight. He hopes. Maybe. Or at least healing everyone around it. Or something. Sigh.]]
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Ryo would answer Bakura, but he's busy trying not to get stabbed by a drunkard waving around a broken bottle. He's literally getting backed into a corner, and there's only one thing he can do now.]
HENSHIN!
[The sudden transformation into a bug-man is at least enough to make the drunk guy drop his broken bottle. Panic stirs up inside the bar, and even more townspeople flock to the windows to get a better idea of what's going on in there.]
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... well. He shouldn't be too surprised that sentai shows were other worlds too... At least now he didn't have to worry too much about the other Ryo being hurt... He hoped.]]
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Whenever Bakura arrives, he'll find Gills standing atop a table in the middle of the trashed bar, bellowing some animalistic war cry of rage up at the ceiling. The room is strewn with various would-be combatants in various states of unconsciousness or exhaustion. There are still a few brawlers standing, and they're warily circling that table. They saw how Gills was tossing around their buddies, and they're none too pleased.
The townspeople outside are all stuck fast to the windows, except the one that Broken Bottle Guy got thrown through. He's lying on the ground just outside and looking like he's regretting some of his life's choices.]
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... well. That wasn't good.
With a gesture, a wall of energy shot up around the raging warrior in the center (though really, Bakura wasn't quite sure which party he was trying to protect...)]]
Everyone else, get out while I have him held!
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...so I somehow never got this notif O.o
Weird o.O
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Oh my gosh--! What's going on?!
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Bar fight. Nothing to worry about.
[He's taking another swing at an oncoming drunk guy. He connects, the guy goes flying into the bar.]
You probably don't want to watch this.
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O-oh!
Oh goodness...
[ hiding her eyes. kind of. ]
Don't hurt anyone--!
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Yeah, tell them that.
[He's dodging a few incoming punches and kicks and thrown bottles before smacking someone with a chair.]
Besides, I don't think they're feeling any pain right now.
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Oh goodness -- look out!
[ ALL THE CRINGING ]
N-no pain?
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They're probably not even going to remember this when they come to.
[Taking a few more swings, smacking around a few more drunk guys...he's almost bored.]
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W-why not--?
[ though, um. its becoming obvious what he meant. OUCH. ]
...N-never mind. Where are you again?!
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I'm at [gives an address of some incredibly seedy bar on the outskirts of town, seriously, what is he even doing there?]. It's not a place for girls like you.
[He's just going to keep right on fighting, looking angrier as he goes. He just might transform into Gills at any moment...]
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IT TOOK FOREVER TO PICK A SONG.
asdklfj;lk this is beautiful
this is the best thing ive done all day
I am proud to be a part of this
best ever
so much
Sorry! Been trying to figure out how to reply.
[She is blunt and to the point, because, well...]
Do you need help?
It's cool!
[Punching one guy, kicking another, a headbutt to the gut for a third. He has clearly done this before.]
I was just wondering if anyone actually got the stupid thing, or if--
[Excuse him, there's a drunkard rushing him with a broken bottle and getting flipped over the bar for the trouble.]
Did anything weird happen when you got it?
[Because weird things happened to him. And he was getting to that before the other bar patrons stepped in.]
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Yes, you could call it weird.
[She winces a little.]
You know that they'll just keep coming.
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[Hold on there, got to dodge something being thrown at his head...]
Yeah. They do that.
[He's trying to grab the orb and get out of there to finish the conversation, because he's genuinely curious.]
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Where are you? This town's not that big.
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Should be easy enough to find, if you're interested.
[And then he casually kicks a guy in the chest and sends him careening back into a wall.]
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Try not to let one of them run you through before I get there.
[The view on her orb is already moving as she starts for the street.]
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I'm probably not the one here that needs to be worrying about that.
[And for a very brief moment, one of his arms will look as though it's covered in greenish armor, with a large gold spike at the wrist designed for stabbing enemies with a punch. But as quickly as it happened, his arm looks normal again. He's trying not to lose it here...]
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I suck. I'm sorry.
It's okay!
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Lord, I thought I'd replied. It got buried by about 100 emails last week. Sorry.
That's all right! ^^
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Inbox ate this, sorry! DX
No worries~
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