He lost Quicksilver, an arm and his girlfriend. He is sitting depressed and drowning on whiskey, even with a bionic arm he feels incomplete and devoid of meaning.
What's Sid doing?
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Gen saw the whole thing and just proclaimed. –I have seen better fuckin’ transformations in Kamen fuckin’ Rider, ya damned fuckin’ monster!- The Spirit Boxer could feel his blood boiling as if a furnace from hell was hidden deep within him. He breathed deeply as the Fighting Spirit surged around him like an azure blaze. Gen’s anger, sadness and fury feeding the flame turning him into a beacon of ghostly like, almost like the visage of a denizen of the Underworld. –Now….I’m goin’ to fuck ya up!- The Hot-Blooded Boxer started gathering his Fighting Spirit around his fist, slowly changing from blue to golden as it took the shape of a lion with its jaws wide open. –OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! LION ROAR CANNON!!!!- Using the same technique he used to defeat Pitch at the Bridge, Gen shot a stream of Fighting Spirit from his fist, which was surrounded by the effigy of a Lion baring its fangs. The attack was a blast of golden energy directed towards the monster in general. It packed enough punch to demolish a small building and it was hot enough to melt layers of steel plating
-Mmh, I see, so the Bounty Hunters are organized in a guild, that seems very similar to my home, thanks for explaining that Mes Rousseau. - Callis followed the Battle Chef through the streets of Kyoto. The old capital had a very peculiar air of tradition and solemnity that helped to calm the Beast Knight Battle instincts, still working even after the end of the fight. Maybe it was his training as a Knight to keep constant vigilance, or maybe his Saevus Blood was still boiling after the fight, yet the serenity that the old houses of stone and wood projected slowly eased his spirit. But that calm was interrupted when Gaston asked him about Centris. This wasn’t the first time somebody related Callis’ clothing and demeanor to that continent called Europe. The Beast Knight had learnt to avoid that kind of questions, because his answers either got him in trouble or embarrassed.
Yet Gaston seemed to be connected to what somebody called the Hidden World, a term Callis heard more than a couple of times, so he decided to speak. –I am not of this world, but from somewhere else, far away. I was brought here by an accident of magical nature. - The Beast Knight hoped to avoid getting the regular reply he got from everybody else. But even if he worried about it his gut feeling told him that Gaston was a regular man. –I served as a bounty hunter after being falsely accused of murder back in my homeland, I had to flee my country and serve as a mercenary and adventurer as my only skill is to fight, even as roughly as I do.- Callis seriousness got interrupted for a fleeting moment by a faint smile as he remembered those days. –Once I thought those were my darkest moments, but thankfully it wasn’t like, in fact my time as bounty hunter is one that I hold dearly as I could do what I love, protecting people and bringing justice without having to worry about the nobility of my homeland getting in the way of fair judgments with their petty complains and fights.-
Callis followed Gaston up the stairs and was surprised by the beautiful architecture and the exquisite details. He was looking up as the young Miko got to them and he didn’t notice her until she spoke. This, of course, kicked in the Beast Knight’s instincts as just being in the prescience of a female made him nervous, for reasons that could be seen in his skin….literally. –Eh….Ehm……G-g-gree-greetings….- Callis awkwardly bowed, scratching the back of his head. –My-my-my na-name is-is C-c-ca-callis No-no-no-mene…- The Beast Knight couldn’t be more nervous, this situation was pretty damn stressful for him, but adding this was just too much for him.
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Gen looked at Crow awkwardly. –Ya want me to what? Fine, but don’t get fuckin’ weird afterwards. - The Spirit Boxer sniffed around them and finally concluded. –Or my nose is fuckin’ broken or that ain’t blood, it smells like fuckin’ Ink….it pisses me off it makes me remember the fuckin’ calligraphy lessons in school.- He turned to face Haruko. –Whatever, ya can go climb the fuckin’ wall and enter through a fuckin’ window, I’m gonna go right through the fuckin’ door, or that blond fuck will get all the fun for himself. I ain’t goin’ to miss the opportunity of punchin’ a fuckin’ idiot who insulted Me.-With that said Gen rushed towards the staircase, limbering up as he ran.
-Wait!- Callis shouted but it was too late, the crimson bullet reached Armura who received the blast as if he was receiving a warm breeze. The energy bolt collided against his armor and exploded diffused to the sides. Only a small mark could be seen over the armor, but it self-repaired in an instant. –You fools! My armor is Invincible! As is empowered by my Vampiric Gift “Rădăcinile de Munte” Nobody will defeat me as I firmly stand protecting my Lord! – Armura took a step forward, making the whole courtyard shake. –I WILL DESTROY YOU ALL!!!!- With that roar of warning he lifted his weapon over his head, swinging it in a circle to gather centrifugal energy.
-This is going to suck isn’t it?- George looked at the attack and already prepared to dodge, most of his confidence vanishing after seeing how easily the enemy withstood Luna’s Crimson Bullet. –Scatter!- Callis shouted as Armura lowered his blade, creating a sudden blast of compressed air and riding that powerful current chunks of debris lifted when his blade impacted against the tiled floor. A storm of stone and wind went directly towards them. Callis jumped to the side with amazing agility. George did the same but less gracefully, ending almost at the edge of the cliff, thanking his claws for resisting his weight. The Beast Knight hoping for the best shouted an order.
-Attack! We need to keep him busy! If we hit us with another of those this whole courtyard could be gone by then. – Callis may be exaggerating, but he was partly correct as at least a third of the surface the courtyard had, once covered with perfectly aligned tiles, got transformed into a small ravine filled with sharp rocks after the attack of the Vampiric Juggernaut.
-Domn Strife I would like you to stop doing that, your gigantic hands climbing the wall are perturbing the peace of my laboratory. - An old man dressed in a much decorated tunic floated meters away from the Holy Avenger. –I am Vrajitor, counselor, alchemist and warlock in the court of King Aurleu. - The Old Vampire bowed courtly. –I request that you leave this castle immediately, I am not exactly a religious man, but I respect those with beliefs and I would not like to destroy you and send your soul to oblivion. So please, I respectfully ask you to retire or I will have to eliminate you.- Vrajitor was different from other Vampires or even other Knights, his aura wasn’t polluted by evil, well not as much as the others, and seemed particularly intense, especially now while he was floating over Jericho.
The game is simple, you need to write a short paragraph about what a character will be doing in X years, you can make it funny, dramatic or plain, but you need to give a justification about it. You also cant do it on your own character, you need to wait until the last name is a character not created by you.
For Example: I put Aleister in 40 Years
Whoever comes next must say what Aleister is doing in 40 Years and then put another character + Years below, for the next player to pick
Samjaz Shinoda 10 Years from now
I was so sure during the last World Cup that he was like that.
I bet against him, I bet that he wouldnt score a single goal in the World Cup... and he didnt.
And I bet in favor of an almost retired player that was brought as a crowd pleaser and I bet he would make a goal the first time he went into the field... and he did.
Most people consider Messi lacking the most important thing Argentinians like about a player.
"Huevos" or in a direct translation Balls.
For most of us Messi lacks passion.
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Gen, followed by the others rushed through the village but he stopped on his tracks allowing the others to catch up. Something was off, even for an amateur at energy sensing as him, something was clearly off. As he was in route to the town he could sense at least a hundred of lives in the valley. But now the only life energy he could perceive came from the castle and from the others behind him. Vexed about this he signaled to the others to stop. –Fuck! I just fuckin’ noticed somethin’, where the fuck is all the people? I’m sure those fuckin’ bloodsuckers should be here, but I ain’t sensin’ any of them. - To showcase his point he punched a small home besides him. Thankfully the whole thing wasn’t very advanced in terms of architecture and fell apart when the shockwave ruptured the main pillar.
The cottage crumbled down. –See, nothin’…fuckin’ nothin’…. This ain’t a fuckin’ vampire village; this place is a fuckin’ ghost town… The only thin’ I can feel right now are around the Castle.- The Spirit Boxer rubbed his chin as if he was thinking. –One is like her.- He said pointing at Karen. –Other seems old, another smells weird, as if not from here. - Surely referring to Naoto and Callis. –One smells like a wet dog, another like *sniff* old books and incense?- George and Jericho.- Then there are 4 Vampires and a human, surely the girl I was sent to find, but they are out of my fuckin’ range.- Gen himself was surprised of his talent for this, Reiji told him to enhance one sense at the time and use the one he was more comfortable with. Seemingly it was his sense of smell. –He turned at Haruko, who seemed had some good ideas before. –What’s the fuckin’ game plan knife-chan? Because I don’t have a fuckin’ whip and I’m damn sure no fuckin’ candles drop hearts…-
Callis felt a discharge through his body the moment Luna tapped him on the shoulder. He did have a problem with women, as his senses allowed him to perceive much more than a regular human he had difficulty to block out things like pheromones. Considering her lineage it was understandable that the effect her sensorial outputs was enhanced. For a moment the Beast Knight’s knees buckled and his muscles turned into soft pudding. But thankfully his weakness was overcome by his instinct as he regained some composure the moment he managed to perceive Naoto’s approach. Callis coughed awkwardly, as he felt his mouth extremely dry and turned around in silence. George greeted Naoto –Oh hello! You seem to be Japanese, even under all this fur I kind of am. I’m George Hastewell and I don’t see any trouble with you joining, we are going to beat the Vampires.-
The young werewolf was starting to warm up to the idea of being here, maybe his adventurous side was starting to bloom. Callis cleared his throat, trying his best not to show his incredibly blushed face. –We need to plan our movements, that Armored foe seems dangerous. - Armura looked at them from inside the inscrutable darkness of his helmet. He was standing steadfast with his back millimeters to the heavy wooden door, which was reinforced with metallic plates scribed with runes, surely magical protection of some sort, it also covered the walls. –We should attack him from multiple sides, not with the intention of damaging him, but to expose any weakness in his armor. Hit and Run.- Callis finally turned around, trying to see them to the eyes when the share their opinions about his plan. He hoped the blush had left his face.
Meanwhile atop the highest tower in the Castle, Lord Aurleu returned to his bedroom where his new wife was still writing. –My love, my good man Stricat brought me a delicious snack. Do you want a sip. - Sakka didn’t even lift her eyes from the desk as she replied. –I have already told you a million times my “love” I don’t like blood, so go and make my sandwich. I’m really near the climax of the story.- Aurleu lied in the bed and rolled while purring. –I know somebody else who wants to be near the climax.- Sakka didn’t even try to hide the disgust from her face. –I told you to shut up! Now stay quiet until I finish and if you were a good boy I will reward you…jeez…stop being so needy.- The Vampire King went into the corner and sat in fetal position, almost as a child making a tantrum. –I don’t know what I was thinking when I wrote him. - Sakka whispered as she kept writing on her journal.
"nobody is a prophet in his own land"
Many think Messi will be the main player, but many more in Argentina consider Messi a "Pecho Frio" (Cold Chested) and idiom refering to people that wont be passionate about playing or wont give the 100% some even say that Messi plays well in Barcelona because he has stacks of Euros under his shirt to heat up his chest XD.