(X) The nightclub is owned by Bexley Aviana. (X) The nightclub features dance cages, a dance floor, a bar, and a dj booth. (X) The nightclub is generally packed every night. (X) Upstairs, there are bodyguards which guard the VIP room. A room where discussions may be held while completely soundproof. (X) The basement of the nightclub, which is also guarded, is a cellular prison. This is a holding cell until the proper authorities arrive once they have been informed of the situation happening. It is to hold drunkards, vagrants, and problem causers. (X) The prison cells are made of corundum.
Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2015 8:33 pm
Armand eventually found his way into a...nightclub. The sun was setting in the village, so of course this building would suddenly spring to life. Approaching the entrance, a bouncer would stop him. Maybe the place was at capacity. Maybe not. It could've been Armand's appearance or minimal clothing. He was more or less just another vagrant. Not like he could show a headband. After a rather vibrant flash of ryo, the bouncer let him. Being rich was nice, despite not having anything to spend it on.
Making his way inside, everything was...painful to him. The lighting and the shouting was overload. The music hurt his ears. His hypersensitivity let him be aware of every small detail...and there were a lot of them. Moving upstairs, he decided to try and break away from the motion for a while, possibly looking for Lars. Trying to enter the VIP room, many guards held him back. Seriously? Again. Armand tried to voice his concerns about the headache, but that only landed him a blow to the face.
In what was over in about ten minutes, Armand had begin beating the hell out of the two guards, who called for backup, and then those in turn had the hell beaten out of them. Eventually, kicking and screaming, Armand was restrained by a numerous amount of guards numbering in the twenties and employees and hauled into a cell downstairs. What a great turn of events for Armand.
(Chakra):153/153 (+10 natural jyuugo regen, (Speed/Strength):Base: 7(+2/-3)[+2 past cap]/9(+3/-3)[+1 past cap] Current: 10/11 (Techniques Used):
Jyuugo -1 to jutsu damage taijutsu class invulnerability to genin-level damage -1 jutsu damage applied to A-Rank techniques and above (Cloak of the Spirit, -1 speed and -10% chakra) +1 spd lightning, earth hardened body +1 str Wind +1 Speed
Chilling in her seat behind her mahogany desk, she smiled as she sipped upon a martini, her feet on her desk as she relaxed through the noise. The one way mirror that overlooked the outside, she could see all of the people pouring in and the flashing strobe lights dancing around. This was truly a great creation of hers. The innovative mind of hers now stemmed to make her filthy rich.
A thump was heard at the door and she sighed as she had chosen to ignore it. Sipping upon her martini she knew that this was not worth it at the current time. Not much longer after that, a man came in and told her of what had just transpired. Some d**k waffle decided to break into a fit and fight and injure some night club staff. Now he was in the holding cell downstairs. Now true she was supposed to alert the proper authorities but she had decided against that until she found out what spurred this man to create such an extreme action.
Putting her feet down, straightening up, and standing she began to walk towards the door. As she did the music hit her like a wave when she left her VIP lounge. Walking towards the area of downstairs, she had decided it was time to find who this man was. Going below and to the basement she passed a few cells in the all white room with dim lighting before coming to the area that the man in the cell was in. Standing at five foot tall and roughly ninety pounds the girl eyed the man with a silent fury. But her voice and face were calm. "My name is Aviana. Who are you."
Stuff • 12/4 • 180 CP • Chuunin Assassin
Jutsu/Abilities
Passives • Due to your high intelligence, you are able to analyze the battlefield and your opponent. By doing so you are able to predict the movements your opponent makes, before they even make them. This is not to be confused with perception. Tai styles such as the drunken fist, or other unpredictable styles, cannot be predicted. • You are able to manipulate your own shadows, you are not limited to grabbing your opponent, but are able to form weapons, armor, or shields from your shadows. However, this takes away from your actual shadow. • Members will always be able to manipulate their own shadow. • No one is immune to their shadow control • Due to your excellent battle strategy, all your teammates gain a +1/+1 • Natural Shadow Length: 55 feet • Shadow Creation Strength: Iron • Black Widows are immune to almost all forms of poison. • Arms & Legs Diamond Strength: (Locked) • No hand signs for Black Widow Techs • Superb Balance; Earth Jutsu Doesn't throw off; Sticks to Surfaces
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2015 9:18 pm
Armand walked in slow circles within the cell. This was prison. This was...different. Where he had the world to run around in, now he was confined. The stir-crazy was beginning to set in. He looked at the bars briefly, a simple punch wouldn't break them. They were about as hard as he was, give or take. He'd need time to prepare something to cut and break them.
Suddenly, a bit of light poured in before returning to the usual dimness. Somebody had arrived. That was strange, the movies usually indicated that didn't happen. Looking over to the new figure, it seemed to be a girl. Rather shorter and smaller than him. The man behind the bars only grunted out a one word response. "Armand."
It was quite a contrast between the two. Armand was simply wearing loose white clothing, looked malnourished, yet his muscles pulsed beneath the small veil of skin. There wasn't a single ounce of fat on him, for better or worse. Anywhere bones had the ability to slightly poke out, they did. He towered over her by more than a foot, though it felt like she was on even ground.
(Chakra):153/153 (+10 natural jyuugo regen, (Speed/Strength):Base: 7(+2/-3)[+2 past cap]/9(+3/-3)[+1 past cap] Current: 10/11 (Techniques Used):
Jyuugo -1 to jutsu damage taijutsu class invulnerability to genin-level damage -1 jutsu damage applied to A-Rank techniques and above (Cloak of the Spirit, -1 speed and -10% chakra) +1 spd lightning, earth hardened body +1 str Wind +1 Speed
"Armand you say." She stated calmly before taking a seat and pulling up a wooden stool. "You have injured the staff who worked here. You have insulted me by doing so, put the civilians of Suna at risk by doing so who are merely trying to enjoy this club, and assaulted members of Sunagakure who are merely trying to make a living for themselves and their families. You have no discipline." She paused for a second and took a breath before looking back at the man. "You. Well. I know what you are. You see. When you entered the nightclub and I was in the dark, I could sense your chakra. So I know you're a shinobi. You have no headband so you have no village. You are scrawny from hunger but undying. This means you are a survivor. But a survivor who has no rules cannot survive in society." She stated as she folded her hands over her lap, smiling. "I am to report you to the authorities. But I have a different idea. I will offer you asylum. Grant you anything you need. Food, water, whatever. But you answer and you work for me. This holding cell can serve as your bed. It is quiet from the noise. This, or you may face the wrath of the Kage and Shogun." She finished, smiling lightly. She didn't really leave the man much of a choice.
Stuff • 12/4 • 180 CP • Chuunin Assassin
Jutsu/Abilities
Passives • Due to your high intelligence, you are able to analyze the battlefield and your opponent. By doing so you are able to predict the movements your opponent makes, before they even make them. This is not to be confused with perception. Tai styles such as the drunken fist, or other unpredictable styles, cannot be predicted. • You are able to manipulate your own shadows, you are not limited to grabbing your opponent, but are able to form weapons, armor, or shields from your shadows. However, this takes away from your actual shadow. • Members will always be able to manipulate their own shadow. • No one is immune to their shadow control • Due to your excellent battle strategy, all your teammates gain a +1/+1 • Natural Shadow Length: 55 feet • Shadow Creation Strength: Iron • Black Widows are immune to almost all forms of poison. • Arms & Legs Diamond Strength: (Locked) • No hand signs for Black Widow Techs • Superb Balance; Earth Jutsu Doesn't throw off; Sticks to Surfaces
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2015 9:58 pm
"Mmm, that's a hard one." Armand sat down, cross-legged with his head nodded to the side as if deep in thought. "See, you threaten me with the wrath of the kage first...and let's both be realistic here. That's a rather empty threat. His whole family is...well...I took his father's arm as a trophy in days past. Yet, that shogun can be oh so scary sometimes. Your threat sorta balances out there~"
Armand stood up with outstretched arms, spinning in a slight circle, slowly gaining a grin on his face. Whatever she had preached about society, the guards had struck first. Armand knew of his innocence. It would come later, perhaps, if things didn't improve. "Then, you offer me this...a five star hotel. I've never been one for the life of luxury, and I can't say I ever will be. Your deal stands even on both ends, in my head. One moment~" Reaching into his pocket, he pulled a single ryo coin from his pocket. "Heads, I'm off to the big-shots. Tails, and I'm all yours~"
A quick flip and a snatch from the air, Armand looked at the coin, perplexedly, trying to build up tension. He found it humorous, though he would hoped his jailer would find it that way as well. Shinobi were far too serious in this world. "I guess the kage's in luck, I won't have to lynch him in my own gallows. I'm all yours, Miss Aviana~"
The contract was made. This would be fun. These things always were. Lifespan was a measure of inactivity and uneventfulness. The shorter the better.
(Chakra):153/153 (+10 natural jyuugo regen, (Speed/Strength):Base: 7(+2/-3)[+2 past cap]/9(+3/-3)[+1 past cap] Current: 10/11 (Techniques Used):
Jyuugo -1 to jutsu damage taijutsu class invulnerability to genin-level damage -1 jutsu damage applied to A-Rank techniques and above (Cloak of the Spirit, -1 speed and -10% chakra) +1 spd lightning, earth hardened body +1 str Wind +1 Speed
Smiling Bexley awaited his response. She knew the answer would be in her favor. Despite the words he spoke, he did not wish to go through the process of the Kage office only to end up dead. If he truly thought his word would be believed over those he assaulted which were of this village then he lacked in the brain power department.
As he finished up and said that he belonged to her, she smiled. "Very good. Now rest. The men will bring you food and drink. You will need your rest for what is to come." She stated as she walked out and minutes later men approached and served quite a luxurious meal. A five course meal with the finest champagne. But the door was never opened and he was given plastic to eat with and left.
Stuff • 12/4 • 180 CP • Chuunin Assassin
Jutsu/Abilities
Passives • Due to your high intelligence, you are able to analyze the battlefield and your opponent. By doing so you are able to predict the movements your opponent makes, before they even make them. This is not to be confused with perception. Tai styles such as the drunken fist, or other unpredictable styles, cannot be predicted. • You are able to manipulate your own shadows, you are not limited to grabbing your opponent, but are able to form weapons, armor, or shields from your shadows. However, this takes away from your actual shadow. • Members will always be able to manipulate their own shadow. • No one is immune to their shadow control • Due to your excellent battle strategy, all your teammates gain a +1/+1 • Natural Shadow Length: 55 feet • Shadow Creation Strength: Iron • Black Widows are immune to almost all forms of poison. • Arms & Legs Diamond Strength: (Locked) • No hand signs for Black Widow Techs • Superb Balance; Earth Jutsu Doesn't throw off; Sticks to Surfaces
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2015 10:37 pm
This would be a fun experience. The bars were nothing to him. Enough speed, he could rip right through them. But this...this was a hotel room. Four walls, one of them pretty much windowed, albeit with corundum. "I never require rest...so please visit often~" He waved slowly, sticking his hand slightly through the bars and retracting it as she exited.
As the food was given to him with plastic utensils, he'd only wait for the men to leave. His own fingers turned into sharp instruments as bones protruded from them. A five course meal was eaten, rather quickly. It tasted...well, he wasn't quite sure. Sure, it was flavorful, masterfully prepared. But...it didn't feel earned. It felt empty. Empty calories. There was no struggle for this meal. There were no bodies ripped asunder for it. It was not pillaged from a house's pantry in the middle of the night. It lay here because it was allowed to be. This was a lifestyle that he was not used to in the slightest.
The champagne simply tasted like a more sour grape juice with a bite. The alcohol was immediately burned off and neutralized by his genetics. Armand wasn't even sure how to enjoy it, when he could drink it like water all the same. He'd tell them to simply give him some non-alcoholic sweet mixer from the bar next time. Maybe just a bottle of grenadine. For now, he waited, eager. Of course the woman had plans...and he wanted in. Armand thought of a list of requests to give them the next time they showed up. Hm...yes. Three strongest men that she could round up. They would become his sparring partners until they were all knocked out. Maybe if they could succeed at besting him, he'd give them his mass of hidden wealth. Oh how the list grew quickly...
(Chakra):153/153 (+10 natural jyuugo regen, (Speed/Strength):Base: 7(+2/-3)[+2 past cap]/9(+3/-3)[+1 past cap] Current: 10/11 (Techniques Used):
Jyuugo -1 to jutsu damage taijutsu class invulnerability to genin-level damage -1 jutsu damage applied to A-Rank techniques and above (Cloak of the Spirit, -1 speed and -10% chakra) +1 spd lightning, earth hardened body +1 str Wind +1 Speed
The male would enter the club to be greeted by flashing lights and dancing people around him. This is what he came here for. He cared not for anything but this. Being promoted to the rank he already rested on, What the hell? He wore a long sleeved grey shirt with jeans and red shoes. then he would be noticed by some not needed compony. It was the triads from the other day. Raphael noticed this and shook his head, heading to get a drink, he would be surrounded by a group of large thugs. 'Turn around' was what they said. Either a riot was going to start, or someone was going to have to come stop this. "Hello friend." He said Turning towards the group, The blade he grasped in his hand was ready to be pulled at any time. He would turn and as for his cup to be filled. Grabbing the cup, he would begin to drink before his cup would be smacked out of his hand. "Surrounding me, Mistake, Attacking me, Mistake, Slapping my drink, Big mistake ." His thumb shot like a piston shooting the hilt at the mans stomach causing him to bend in pain. He elbo'd him in the ear before pulling his head down onto raphael's knee knocking him out. "Whose next?" He ask while staring forward. The two triads on his left and right sent a punch at his face. Leaning back and letting them punch each others fist, he grabbed there heads and Caused them to headbutt each other. He the would slide behind the two, forcing the two bald heads onto the counter causing them to pass out. He walked back up to the counter and slid his sword to the side. Glad that didn't go bloody He thought to himself. The bartender stood surprised, Looking at him, Raphael finished his drink. "Before you go tell the club owner, fill this up please?" He asked, the man did so before running off to find the club owner. "My f***ing life." He said before taking another drink.
Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2015 1:47 pm
No more than she was heading up from the basement. She heard the commotion. Now she was pissed. What kind of ******** moronic plebeian thought they had the right to cause a second fight. Did she have to kill someone? Was that really going to be what had to become the absolute necessity?
Walking calmly up to the man with the sword, her eyes were filled with anger. Standing ten feet from the man she paused. Then she spoke. She was louder than the music. "You. Let me make this very clear. Get out of my club, and do not come back. I do not care who you are or what you want. Get. Out." Emphasizing the last words. In all honesty, two fights in one night? She was beyond done. If this man gave her even the slightest of sass or refusal, she was going to cut him up into little bits and feed him to Armand. She would have no remorse. He would have no trace left of his entire body and therefore she could never be charged. Things pissing her off. 1) Her jounnin promotion was now a month overdue. 2) A ******** tried to fight in her club. 3) A ******** did fight in her bar. If she was continually pushed, she would kill this man. But because he was a timeline and was therefore completely ******** irrelevant he was shown out against his will. The end. GG. Rekt.
Stuff • 12/4 • 180 CP • Chuunin Assassin
Jutsu/Abilities
Passives • Due to your high intelligence, you are able to analyze the battlefield and your opponent. By doing so you are able to predict the movements your opponent makes, before they even make them. This is not to be confused with perception. Tai styles such as the drunken fist, or other unpredictable styles, cannot be predicted. • You are able to manipulate your own shadows, you are not limited to grabbing your opponent, but are able to form weapons, armor, or shields from your shadows. However, this takes away from your actual shadow. • Members will always be able to manipulate their own shadow. • No one is immune to their shadow control • Due to your excellent battle strategy, all your teammates gain a +1/+1 • Natural Shadow Length: 55 feet • Shadow Creation Strength: Iron • Black Widows are immune to almost all forms of poison. • Arms & Legs Diamond Strength: (Locked) • No hand signs for Black Widow Techs • Superb Balance; Earth Jutsu Doesn't throw off; Sticks to Surfaces
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After the bar turned into a bust, an annoyed, bloodthirsty garnett had wandered his way into the club. He sat at the bar, knee deep in alcohol but still only just lightly buzzed. He threw a shot back. Then another. He paid for both, of course, even though he planned to kill the bartender. No one seemed to make notice of his... weird appendages. He was a black widow, but something aobut the atmosphere must have made him seem... somehow normal. So he drank, annoyed that no one feared him for his looks but thankful as well. That was when the small fight broke out, leaving three people unconscious. Garnett threw back yet another shot and watched with interest. He probably should kill someone in this bar, right then and there while he had shock value. Instead, he simply sat and watched. His throat was on fire, too much to drink too fast will do that to you of course but to him the pain was nice. With nothing but bad intentions... Garnett would open his mouth and let out a deep, terrifying screech, louder than the music and powerful enough to stun all the patrons, and if the shockwave should hit the rowdy boy and club owner, it would stun the both as well. What happened next, would be totally up to the ability of those two to dodge this one attack.
Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2015 4:48 pm
When Aleksandr heard of a new club opening up in Suna he couldn't believe it. Not only was it a club, but it was a god damn up scale joint. The bar was the only place Aleksandr could go to for a good night out, but not here he was in his new Nirvana. The women! It was like the club had some sort of magnet that attracted the finest harem of women in Suna. Most looked at him the moment he walked in the club. His mere presence attracting them more than the club itself. Normally he'd immerse himself in the moment and fulfill their desire to have him, but today was different. He was here on a...date. Never in a million years did Aleksandr imagine himself on one of those. The concept made no sense to him. Why have a serious relationship with a woman if you could just ******** her and she would love him regardless? Now he met a girl that is not only immune to his powers, but he felt himself drawn to her by more than just her body.
The Samaran was wearing a black suit with a black trouser underneath. Mostly unbuttoned revealing his defined chest. He could not afford the suit by any means, but he had many connections and they hooked him up with a tailor just in time. He told them he was meeting up with the finest dame he'd ever lay eyes on. They teased him and told him if he ever got serious with a girl they'd give up crime and join the academy. Suna was about to get a lot of new shinobi in the following weeks.
While he waited for Nikola, Aleksandr tried to avoid contact with the women there. It was almost impossible since the place was literally filled with them and eye contact wasn't the only way to get hooked on him. They'd bump into him or rub against his arm and it was all over. Their heads would turn and he'd speed walk away. Aleksandr was doing something completely against his nature for this girl and panic was starting to set in. Ok. Breath. Breaaathe. He mumbled to himself as he leaned against a wall with his left arm breating in and out. She's worth it. You know this. She's worth it.
She hadn't worn heels in several years, but that didn't keep her from walking in them perfectly. She wore a black dress that clung to every aspect of her body, leaving none to the imagination. Nikola hadn't worn the dress in years, which had been too large when Czar gave it to her. He said she would grow into it perfectly, and his prediction was true in words. However, she couldn't stop herself from feeling uncomfortable by all the stares she was getting from guys, and moved through the club quickly to find Alek. She found him away from the large mosh of dancing, away from the loud music. She had come up behind him, and placed a hand on his shoulder to notify him of her arrival before sitting down, crossing her legs and looking at him with a smile. "So, how was your day?" Hers had been full of a mouse chase, one that ended well for her goal but not for her mind. She was uneasy, and it was obvious. The waitor came around, and looked her up and down before taking her order for some water and leaving; not allowing Alek to order. She muttered some choice words under her breath about rude people.
