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Carmen looked over toward Dromaeus and Ozma in slight interest before turning to Mia and smiling warmly. [color=bb0066] "I see. Well, if you really wish to speak about it, I'll be willing to lend an ear... and of course, that offer to erase your bad memories will always be available to you." [/color] She replied before looking up at the ceiling for a moment. [color=bb0066] "I can relate to your plight, which is why I want to help you. I've done horrible and unhonorable things to numerous people..." [/color] She continued, seeming to have a sad look in her eyes.
@Random: Sorry, a little distracted on my end.
"'You have nothing to support your arrogance'. I find it amusing how your own words can describe you so well." Ozma replied to Dromaeus with another chuckle. "As I remember it, you could barely scratch my armor. Rest assured I'd have crushed you like I did that other 'weakling'."
Ozma outright laughed at what Laguna said, but made no other reply.
"'You have nothing to support your arrogance'. I find it amusing how your own words can describe you so well." Ozma replied to Dromaeus with another chuckle. "As I remember it, you could barely scratch my armor. Rest assured I'd have crushed you like I did that other 'weakling'."
Ozma outright laughed at what Laguna said, but made no other reply.
"Ditto." James remarked grimly as Carmen spoke. "Survival comes at a high price. And it isn't always bad guys that you have to steamroll to ensure your own continued existance. Or even strangers, for that matter.
OOC: ESCALATION TIME!!!
Before Ozma could finish speaking Dromaeus made his move. Bottles scattered everywhere as he vaulted the bar and lunged at her with the speed of an uncoiling rattlesnake, momentarily becoming a green blur before making contact with her. His muscular tail whipped into the back of the one-eyed man's head with the force of a baseball bat delivering a full swing as his body connected with Ozma's face and chest, slamming her off her feet and bringing the two down among the other group standing a few feet away. By the time they hit the ground Dromaeus's dagger was in her face. He brought it down to her eye, so close that it brushed her eyelashes.
"Armour slows you down." He hissed. "And it cannot save you from a skilled assassin if you deliberately leave openings."
OOC: ESCALATION TIME!!!
Before Ozma could finish speaking Dromaeus made his move. Bottles scattered everywhere as he vaulted the bar and lunged at her with the speed of an uncoiling rattlesnake, momentarily becoming a green blur before making contact with her. His muscular tail whipped into the back of the one-eyed man's head with the force of a baseball bat delivering a full swing as his body connected with Ozma's face and chest, slamming her off her feet and bringing the two down among the other group standing a few feet away. By the time they hit the ground Dromaeus's dagger was in her face. He brought it down to her eye, so close that it brushed her eyelashes.
"Armour slows you down." He hissed. "And it cannot save you from a skilled assassin if you deliberately leave openings."
Laguna looked at Ozma. "You could be a bit less... I dunno... mean and dismissive." He turned to Mia and Carmen. "You two ok?" He ran over to Drom when he attacked. "Woah, dude! You don't need to kill her!"
Carmen heard the impact of Drom hitting the two knights before smiling to herself. [color=bb0066] Interesting... [/color] She smiled sheepishly at Mia. [color=bb0066] "I'm only being honest with what I have done before. The only thing I can hope to do is change myself little by little." [/color] She also nodded with James as the sad look reemerged. [color=bb0066] "Indeed. Betrayal was almost the name of the game where I was from. No one trusted anyone, and it eventually led to a huge conflict." [/color]
Gwen edged forward towards the confrontation between Drom and Ozma. She didn't care that there were revival machines that could take care of them if things got even nastier. Fights in a bar were immature and stupid. Even more so than fights on a playground.
<color=purple>"We're trying to have a conversation. Now if you two don't like each other, then stay the hell away from one another. Could we cool our jets for a moment while we settle things straight?"
<color=purple>"We're trying to have a conversation. Now if you two don't like each other, then stay the hell away from one another. Could we cool our jets for a moment while we settle things straight?"
Ozma glanced over at Tophat. "If you think you can disprove my words, then by all means--" She was cut off by Dromaeus jumping over the bar and tackling her. She glared at Dromaeus, practically growling at him. Before she could retort however, the one-eyed man's sabaton slammed hard into Dromaeus' side, knocking him off of Ozma. Holding out one of his palms aimed at Dromaeus' head, he chanted, "Spirits wreathed in light divine, gallop as arrows 'cross the sky and pierce my foeman's flesh!" A ball of light was launched from his palm that would tear through Drom's skull and leave a massive hole if it made contact. If it missed, it would tear through the floor and leave a hole there instead.
James, being a man of direct action, didn't bother trying to talk to Dromaeus and Ozma. Instead he bent down and grabbed Dromaeus by one horn, yanking him painfully to his feet and seizing the wrist with the knife. The ball of light missed by a hair. The Argonian roared in protest, but James shook him roughly.
"Shut up. I've already had to sort you out once, I don't want to have to do it where people are trying to take it easy." James barked. As he held him out to arm's length with his left hand he drew his pistol and held it ready, though not quite pointed at Ozma.
"And you, cut that shit out as well. I don't want to see either of you endangering people in here. There's enough of that behaviour in the world, and I won't let the fact that we're sharing accommodation stop me from neutralising troublemakers."
"Shut up. I've already had to sort you out once, I don't want to have to do it where people are trying to take it easy." James barked. As he held him out to arm's length with his left hand he drew his pistol and held it ready, though not quite pointed at Ozma.
"And you, cut that shit out as well. I don't want to see either of you endangering people in here. There's enough of that behaviour in the world, and I won't let the fact that we're sharing accommodation stop me from neutralising troublemakers."
Mia nodded silently at James and Carmen as she watched the fight. When people started to break it up she sighed with disapointment and sat down in a chair.
Catching the sight of the ball of energy coming from Ozma's hand, Gwen extended her right hand outwards as if she was commanding soldiers.
<color=purple>"Enough!" She trapped the ball in a small gravity well with ease. <color=purple>"This bar is no place for a fight. A lounge is a place to relax. Do I make myself clear?"
<color=purple>"Enough!" She trapped the ball in a small gravity well with ease. <color=purple>"This bar is no place for a fight. A lounge is a place to relax. Do I make myself clear?"
Carmen sighed a small bit as the fight broke up. [color=bb0066] "Although I feel inclined to disagree with a bar not being for fighting... I mean you humans seem to fight in pubs all the time..., I'd rather not have to deal with it now." It would've been nice to see that whip in action closer up... [/color]
After saying that, a small magic circle opened up under the demoness... just in case.
After saying that, a small magic circle opened up under the demoness... just in case.
Ozma quickly stood up and glared at Dromaeus some more. She raised one of her hands into the air, causing the air around it to quickly fall in temperature as four knives made of ice were generated between her fingers. Before she could do whatever she was planning on however, the one-eyed man grabbed her wrist. "Ozma, your behavior is disgracing our order. Return to the hall." Ozma quickly let go of her knives, at which point the one-eyed man let go as well. "Yes sir. My apologies, High Champion." Ozma knelt before the one-eyed man before leaving the lounge.
When Ozma left, James released Dromaeus, shoving him away slightly. The Argonian glared at James and at the one-eyed man a moment, before backing off and going to the other end of the room, grabbing another bottle of craft ale as he went. James nodded and grunted his appreciation to the knight as he returned his pistol to its holster, then glanced at the Mason sisters, Mia and Carmen again.
"Sorry about that. Sometimes the only way to stop a fight is to drag 'em apart. Although I do seem to get stuck into these things all too often..." He explained in a tone that was somehow both apologetic and cheerful at the same time. He regarded Carmen with interest.
"If you don't mind me asking, what exactly are you if not human, Carmen? I never got round to asking you these things before."
"Sorry about that. Sometimes the only way to stop a fight is to drag 'em apart. Although I do seem to get stuck into these things all too often..." He explained in a tone that was somehow both apologetic and cheerful at the same time. He regarded Carmen with interest.
"If you don't mind me asking, what exactly are you if not human, Carmen? I never got round to asking you these things before."
Mia stood up and walked over to James before asking "Why did you stop them? Whats one less life in this world anyway."