The Smoke of All Talk ooc/rp

Token's Arcade

Somewhere in Minnesota lies a place of hidden wonders, an electronic jungle of control panels and glowing screens. The arcade that started the murder games, it is Token's and the mood feels just about right. Except for the stranger leaning next to the women's lavatory, fidgeting with a folded edge under the pouch of his hoodie. Prick and Headbiter are both left elsewhere, so he dons a more casual costume.

The prize is playing a game of 'Street Puncher' and he appears to be as good on the panels as he is in real life. This calls for an observation, namely to see the extent of the skills on the screen. Skills that may be translated into a real life ass whooping if the rogue is not careful, his idea of an introduction will begin with a surprise hug from the back. Arlof waits for the right timing, after the man finishes with his super combo.

Platonic warmth followed by a traditional stabbing of the kidney, twist and release. Maybe, just maybe the hooded man will try to lick the blood off the side of the blade. The spacing of the room would allow for such an action, the ceiling is not too high and the entrance is made of glass. There are all sorts of machines , behind the rogue is a 'dance prance evolution' that was shipped all the way from Taiwan.

Looking down from the side [@superstay] the boy does have nice skin, and well groomed hair. Will it make a scene if he were to scalp this man right here and now? The compulsion to steal is a big one. This world is alien, but some things remain the same. Monks are always so annoying, but this one might become humble.

The rogue prepares his hug.

@strongarm:

Sheng stood in the middle of a huge arcade. He heard the bells-and-whistles of the many machines that filled the rapid colored building. The blur of lights gave off a warming feeling. Dressed in a yellow tracksuit, with black trimmings lining down the side, Sheng’s workout uniform looked very reminiscent of Bruce Lee’s tracksuit. Reasonably, along with Shengs facial features and extremely fit body, it would explain why he received so many looks and vocal comparisons to the legend. To which, he never understands, and would always reply, “Really?...I don’t see it.” Or “Well, he’s better looking” or “I’m too big”.

As he spent his time in the arcade, for no real reason, he played the many games that were there. One fighting game was really interesting to the martial artist. Staring deep into the machine, Sheng watched what was happening in the game. His fingers moved quick and readied, as if he wasn’t controlling them. He had been playing for a long while. Facing many gamers, and taking pictures with cheerful people who thought he was a Bruce Lee imitator, Sheng was really good at the game. He had won every game he played. With a huge smile on his face, he watched at his fighter won, again. As the Game-Over screen displayed itself, Sheng turned to shake the hand of the opponent he beat.

While doing so, Sheng paid little attention to the man who was running up behind him. Knowing someone was running up to him, with the help of his heightened senses, the fighter unwisely thought little of it being a threat.

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@superstay:

Two figures stood apart because of the contrast, one is a man enjoying a stride of wins inside the comfort of his banana suit while the other wore the darkness around his shoulders. One exudes an aura of joy, that which represented the warmth that is cultivated through the joys of training while the other reeks of menace. He gives off a rather subtle hint of wickedness, but people would register him simply as a drug runner. An addict. Others quickly ignored the stoner with ill intent, as he is the polar opposite of the one taking all the attention. From the angle of the security feed he is one of many in the crowd behind the winner's seat. A body in a midst of twenty others who are occupied in cheer. A small foldable knife, especially the one that he has doesn't hold a candle to the photorealistic cosplay weapon held by some of the fans next to him. The lady next to the winner held a long tanto that belonged to the 'Kumiho' character in the game, many of them wore perfume. So he merely amplified their smell.

It is somewhat of a frightening prospect when a man is skilled enough to lift an aspect of fiction and equip it into their reality as part of their devastating arsenal. The knife will be stored behind the man's lower back, somewhere around the kidney. Not to kill the man, but just to weaken him enough that he can be transported elsewhere. Murder is a last resort, but anything below is just fine. The yellow suit hugged his body like a second skin, it outlines his back in nice snug segments. The rogue can clearly see the shape of the muscles, eyes glean across the contours to home on on he right spot. Approaching from the back slowly as he prepares to sheathe his knife in the man's stones.

The target smells nice, so it makes one easier to congratulate his string of victories over these gamers. If he had been a neck-beard a knife slide across the throat would have sufficed. "Congratulations, man" the rogue approached with a surprise hug from the back as he struck his blade.

@strongarm:

Smiling heavily, Sheng looked at all of the cheerful people who were crowded around him. The many characters who stood watching and snapping pictures, Sheng enjoyed the sight that filled his eyes. As the arcade filled with nearly hypnotic lights that accompanied the soothing music and pleasant laughing and chatting that went on in the building. The fighter found himself gazing at the many anime characters that he knew of. He became as in awe of them, as they were of him. As the crowd conversed amongst each other, Sheng heard a voice from behind. The commending voice filled his ear, causing him to begin to turn towards the admirer.

However, before he could, he was greeted with a firm hug, from behind. Immediately following, a knife dug into his back. He quickly felt the cold steel dig into him. Being filled with adrenaline, Sheng didn’t react to the stab, quickly. He gripped at the wound, feeling blood. His thick and hard muscles were dense enough to use the ‘Iron Shirt Technique’ to slow down the knife, stopping it from entering too deep. But, the weapon still managed to piece the fighter’s kidney, and the many nerves that surrounded it.

His right hand was now soaked in the blood that ran down his lower back side. As he slowly and painfully turned, he heard the gasps of worried watchers. Seeing everyone step back in fear and shock, he laid his eyes on the deceiving stabber. Immediately, Sheng caught the sight of the knife. With no hesitation, he leaped into the air, agonizingly bringing his legs up to his chest. Aimed at the man’s chest, he shot his legs out, delivering a speed Drop Kick. Intending to send his attacker a couple feet back to the floor, Sheng slow down his blood flow; so he would not lose too much of it.

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@superstay:

He 'lent' the folding knife to the man, where it will be safely kept on the surface of the lower back. It didn't go all the way through as he had intended, however there is also something else that kept it at bay. Hugging the fit man with his left hand while stabbing with the right, he immediately recalled the name 'Caesar' which appeared out of nowhere. Others saw the swastika across his face along with the Totenkopf symbol on his neck, bloodshot eyes and a pair of doc martens. During the stab he can hear the air exhaled from the breath of shock, barely before their eyes met under the fluorescent bulbs above. The martial artist's peripheral vision will catch on a pair of somewhat feminine green eyes and a cleft chin. Winking, before leaving the knife where it will stay for a while.

The mule force of the kick sends the man to knock down a bunch of cosplayers behind, like a stack of dominoes. Obviously some of them went back while the others tried to pile on the criminal, he was down but not out. The kick went against the sternum, but there was something else that made the kick effective. Normally he would be able to shrug a strike from an enraged elder vampire but it appears that the martial artist's life force is strong. Multiple hands try to push him down, from his downed position the rogue simply sends fingers towards eyes and places to fish-hook people away. No hard feelings, simply quest.

Regaining composure the rogue managed to transition to his knees, as there are not enough space to maintain a foothold in this form. Offensive options are limited in the guise of panhandler, but a person can pick a double arcade stool from this position. The steel and the filling will serve as a bludgeoning object, and the martial artist seems to be groggy. So the rogue responded by throwing the chair overhead before grabbing into one of the cosplay 'weapons', it was supposed to be a kanabo that is held by an oni character from an 80's anime but in reality a wooden baseball bat rolled over with paper mache works just fine. Waiting for a reaction as he makes his way towards the groggy person, as his chest aches slightly.

@strongarm:

Feeling the intense pain, Sheng landed halfway onto his feet. Feeling the immediate loss of blood, he wobbled onto his feet, using the machine as a quick source of leverage. In that instance, he didn’t notice the fallen Cosplayers. The fighter was still feeling the sting of his back nerves throbbing in pain. The pain was too thick for him to move much of his spine. That Drop-Kick brought forth a extreme amount of agony from the nerves that stretched up his spine.

“I don’t know why this bro stabbed me. But, my lower back is killing me”, Sheng thought as he wondered who his attacker was. Quickly, he pulled the knife out of his pulsing fresh, while blood started to pour down his back. He began to take a step towards the man, who had thrown the chair at him. In that moment, he lost balance and tripped over his own foot. Falling to the floor, he used his reflexes to curl inwards and tumbled the rest of the way, to avoid the pain of hitting the colorful carpet that covered the floor. Sheng quickly rolled forward, under the chair that flew into the screen of the machine that the fighter was previously playing. As well, Sheng kept rolling, to avoid his opponent.

Once he got pass his opponent, he rolled onto his feet. “I need to stop this dude, and make sure these people are safe, before getting to a hospital.”, Sheng quickly thought as he rolled pass the bat wielding man. Using the accidental charge of momentum, he spun on the axel of his foot’s ball. Simultaneously, he stretched out his free foot to try to sweep his attacker to the ground. If the Sweep kick was successful, Sheng would quickly pounce onto the fallen man, grabbing his arm, and pulling him into an Armbar.

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