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Post by The Templar on Jan 12, 2011 16:05:05 GMT -5
The bar was far too crowded than it should be for a night like this. Peering from the back of the room from underneath his burlap mask, Pavor Nocturnus scouts the scenery. The crowd was nothing of his flavour. A group of testosterone filled and horny mid-twenties who were looking to procreate with anything that could move. It was much more of a "club" scene than he really enjoyed and the pulsating techno was doing nothing but hammering away at his mind. Looking over at the exit to his right then the exit at his left, he could see his two monster guarding the doors. Sure he may have had to call in a "favour" to get them to bounce the scene but this was more for everyone's own protection. Looking down at his tattered and worn out suit in comparison to the Abercrombie & Fitch polo wearing douche bags, he could tell he didn't fit in. It was a strange environment and perfect for the next lesson. Making her way over wearing only a tight black tank top and a short leather skirt, the hostess, who was dressed more for the Red Light District than anything, looked down at the grimy old man. With a tray full of shots in hand and not much smarts in mind she fires away from beneath her clearly tarnished black hair. Hostess: "Hey Honey... You're looking awfully lonely sitting here in the corner... How bout a shot to loosen you up? The ladies are all OVER the dance floor tonight, even YOU would have a shot!" [/center] Looking down at his drink of straight whiskey, the way he loved it, then back up at the girl, Pavor Nocturnus replied only how a deranged masked man could. Pavor Nocturnus: "Hey H-Honey. How bout I give y-you a nice shot? Y-you wont remember much, but at l-least tonight you wont need to b-be slipped a rohypnol by some th-thug, they can just t-take you back to their cave." [/center] Unsure of what he was trying to imply, the girl merely giggles and walks away. She wasn't even insulted since she didn't understand what he said. Letting out a low sigh, Pavor looks down at his drink once again before looking at the door. He called Amanda and told her to meet him here. Mind you, that was only half an hour ago and he had been here for a few hours. Tonight he was going to really see what she was capable of. The more he thought about it the more he liked the idea of her but her headstrong, independent ways had to go. She could have it all. Glory, titles, pride, respect, power... If only she took the leap. The leap to become a Templar. TBCB Amanda.
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Post by Amanda Nathan on Jan 12, 2011 17:23:06 GMT -5
Slowly the front door opened. She walked in wearing a pair of tight jeans, black heels, and a jacket. She looked around until she saw the sack. She walked over to the table where he was at and smirked at him. Before she could stop herself she said what she was thinking.
Amanda: Do you ever take that bloody thing off?
She covered her mouth with her hands. She could not believe she just blurted that out. Pavor just stared at her from under his mask and gestured for her to sit. She complies out of a level of respect. Now sitting across from him a couple of thoughts entered her mind. She decided it would be best to try to get one answer at a time.
Amanda: So.. Why did you ask me 'ere?
She started tapping her fingers on the table. She was not going to be patient with him especially after their first couple meetings. Patience was the last thing on her mind.
TBC: Pavor
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Post by The Templar on Jan 12, 2011 17:46:41 GMT -5
Almost comically, Pavor takes his drink and lifts under his mask with a free hand before hammering the whiskey back. Without a reaction to the taste or even the girl herself, the Masked Messiah adjusts the mask once again before pointing into the group of people. Pavor Nocturnus: "Do you s-see them? Can you f-f-feel the fun they're having? S-soon it'll be nothing to th-them but a drunken memory. To us it's a hunting ground." [/center] Looking at them, Amanda couldn't really get where he was coming from. It was the nightlife scene. Nothing strange or obsurd about it at all yet... Just the way he said it, he hated them. He hated the fact they were having more fun than him. That they were living life to their fullest. To Pavor, that was through competition and succeeding at life, something they were hardly doing. Pointing over to one of the men, slightly shorter than the rest but muscular regardless, Pavor makes sure she notices him. His arm was around two girls, the definitive player. He was spitting his game and, before the Templar showed up, was destined to go home with one. Pavor Nocturnus: "D-do you see him? Th-the one with the popped collar? He is a h-hunter. Scouts his prey b-before pulling the trigger and m-mounting them onto his trophy cabinent. I'm sure you know the type... A t-trophy like you would be h-hard to come by..." [/center] Unsure of where he was going with this, he pointed to the other side of the room to a situation much more similar to his. A man sitting alone at a table drinking by himself. The difference was, as far as physical attraction went, this man was far more appealing than the other. Broad shoulders, chiseled jaw, and large hands; you could tell he was a fighter. Yet, he was alone, he was keeping to himself. Clearly, to this man, the bar also wasn't his scene. This was Pavor's test. Pavor Nocturnus: "N-now... This one is interesting... All the w-workings to have anyone in the r-room yet under confident... He is a forager. In the a-animal kingdom the hunter a-always beat the forager... Y-you are going to change that." [/center] She really couldn't believe what she was hearing. Pavor Nocturnus wanted her to manipulate one man, calm and simple in demeanor, to beat up another, just because he said so. It was a ridiculous and outrageous demand, yet he was serious. Looking at his two monsters standing guard by the doors once again, Pavor directs a nod in their direction. This was about to turn into a battle royal, and Amanda was supposed to create it. Pavor Nocturnus: "V-very few people have the ch-chance to change their future... You not only have a ch-chance to change y-your own, but everyone else as well. Amanda, I-I see something, a-and I want y-you to tap into your talent.
"H-here is your s-second test; take life, and control it." [/center] TBCB Amanda.
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Post by Amanda Nathan on Jan 12, 2011 18:05:50 GMT -5
Amanda looked at the two men once more attempting to understand what it was he wanted her to do. Suddenly it sunk without warning. He wanted her to be the temptress, the seductress. He wanted her to be a common Succubus, to pray on the feeble minded and trick them into doing what she wanted. She turned back to him wide eyed. He was going to make her do exactly what her father would have.
Amanda: You bastard...
She forced herself to sound calm and collected, but inside she was shaking. What would he do if she denied him? She again decided it was better not to find out so she slowly stood up, removed the jacket to reveal a thin black shirt that left no imagination what was under it, and walked toward the man who was sitting alone. She stopped right next to him and he looked up at her.
Man 1: Can... Can I help you?
Amanda: I... I... I'll be right back 'un.
She sprinted toward the woman's restroom thinking maybe that would be a sanctuary from all this. She hoped that Pavor would have enough respect not to follow her in or send in one of his guardians. A couple days ago this would not have mattered. She would have just done what Pavor was asking her to do and not cared. Was everything really getting to her that much? Or was it the fact the more he asked of her the more Pavor reminded her of her father? She looked at her reflection in the mirror, breathing heavily. She closed her eyes for just a moment and tried to block out everything, but the task at hand. She just needed to block out everything and everyone. She just stood there thinking, almost praying for a fast end to this event.
TBC: Pavor
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Post by The Templar on Jan 12, 2011 18:43:42 GMT -5
She waited for the door to swing open but the longer she waited the sooner she realized it wasn't going to. Pavor was right, this was her destiny to be taken. It was only a test and if she failed, she would flunk out. Difference was, unlike school, it would be those two massive freaks who would certainly put an end of commission to her. What had she gotten herself into. Creaking open the door, she looks over at the man who she just approached and watch him sit and stare mindlessly into his drink. Then taking a look over to her leader, he was staring right at her. The piercing emerald eyes were sinking into her like a laser beam. Letting out another low sigh, she escaped from the bathroom and made her way back to the table where her "pro" was waiting. Pavor Nocturnus: "Y-you've made a good point." [/center] She didn't even say anything, only sat back down to the table where yet another glass of liquor sat in his hand. For some strange, masked freak he sure did like his liquor more than the average man. Placing his hands on the back of his head, like brushing back the imaginary hair on the mask, Pavor releases the air pent up in his chest. Pavor Nocturnus: "Life is all about choices. It was y-your choice to come h-here tonight. You knew I'd be able to help you. S-so, since you're so keen on ch-choices, I'll give you two:
"One; c-cause a scene. Start a r-r-riot. Make th-that calm man at the t-table clean up th-that others face.
"Two; do n-nothing. And the Templar will. Beast, Kabul, and I will c-clean out this entire bar. It wont be p-pretty. It wont be l-legal. H-however, one way or another, th-this place is going to get flipped." [/center] It was a terrible spot. In one corner she'd have to do exactly what she and he both knew she was capable of and seduce, take them out of their element and follow her own. In the other, no one would leave alive. Of course it was an over exaggeration on his part but she knew something would go down and what the Templar would do would be far worse. In his mind, watching the conflicted girl, Pavor could sense her dilemma. She was trying to steer away from her past but, if she really wanted to succeed, she'd need to utilize every tool she had. It was odd, he didn't like to see her conflicted and so hurt. Mind you, he didn't like to feel that about any of his "children" but she was different... Beast and Kabul didn't need to be nurtured and they respected him for the things he was capable of. She respected him out of fear and that would have to go. They would never get anywhere if she feared him, rather, she had to trust everything he had to say. She might not like it, nor would it make sense, but she had to trust him. Trust a man who hid behind a mask and was directing the stage that was her life. TBCB Amanda.
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Post by Amanda Nathan on Jan 12, 2011 19:45:52 GMT -5
She knew she had no choice really or if any little. She would do what he asked and do it now. This place just needed a small brawl not an entire bloodbath. She bit her lip and stood up with a little more confidence this time. She almost glided over to the man at the table and smiled as widely as she could, showing her pearly whites. The man returned the favor.
Man 1: Hey! You came back.
She winked at him.
Amanda: Of course I did 'un. I told you I would. Mind if I 'ave a seat?
Man 1: No, not at all.
He jumped out of his seat and pulled the chair next to him. He allowed her to sit down and pushed the chair toward the table before re-establishing himself into his seat. Amanda smiled at him and stretched out her hand. He took her fingers into his own.
Amanda: Amanda... Amanda Brooks.
The young man kissed her hand before introducing himself.
Man 1: Seth... Seth Greer... Nice to meet you.
His name echoed in her head. Did Pavor know? More importantly did he just set this up? She tried to block out the thought as the man checked on her.
Seth G.: Are you ok?
Amanda shook everything off for a moment.
Amanda: I'm fine luv. It just shocked me 'ow much of a gentleman you are. Don't see many these days.
He blushed.
Seth G: Thank you.
While Seth soaked in the false compliment Amanda thought about how to do this. She could have both men wrapped around her finger in no time, but seeing the other was already surrounded by women she decided the best bet would be to help raise Seth's confidence in the process. She looked toward the guy at the other end of the bar and started to cry, she was acting, but Seth did not know that fact. She read one of the girl's lips as she said the guys name, Mark.
Seth G: What's wrong? Is it that guy over there?
Amanda chuckled a little on the inside. This was going to be easier than she originally thought. She created a fake story in her head quickly and through fake tears lied to the unsuspecting target.
Amanda: Yea'... 'is name is Mark. 'e's mah... Baby girl's father... 'e told me 'e was out with 'is friends tonight. I was brought 'ere by some friends who told me I should see... See... I can't believe this...
Seth G: Well... I'm sorry... I don't know what to say...
She sobbed louder.
Amanda: I know this 'as to be strange for you... But could I ask you a favor?
She made her chest heave which immediately caught his attention.
Seth G: Anything...
That was the answer she was hoping for. She put her hand over his and leaned in close letting her breath gently touch his skin as she spoke.
Amanda: Kick 'is ass.
Seth jumped up both out of arousel, but also out of shock. Did she really ask him to attack a complete stranger.
Seth G: Can't you discuss this with him?
She looked at him with those emerald green eyes of her's. He was engulfed by them. The fake tears had her make-up smired which really helped to the realism she was trying to create. She sobbed some more and finally spoke again.
Amanda: No... I can't...
"Bloody 'ell," she thought to herself, "mate just work with me or you 'ave worse." She tried to quickly add something that would piss off any guy.
Amanda: Sodding Christ!
Seth G: What?
Amanda: You're 'im...
Seth G: I'm who?
She paused for a moment. Trying to figure out who he should be. Then it came to her the male testosterone.
Amanda: 'e told me 'e kicked the shat. Out of some guy and 'e described you.
Seth looked over to the guy in question. His nostral's flared. It amazed her how well lying worked on men, it never got old. Mark, glanced over to the table and she hid her left hand in her lap and waved at him with it. Bait one while the other is on the hook. He smiled at her and excused himself from his "friends". He walked over to her and ignored her company completely. She just turned to Seth and mouth the words "'elp me.". That was all it took. Seth stood up and spun the unexpecting Mark around and clocked him in the jaw.
Seth G: You son of a bitch! You think you're cool with your womanizing and shit talking!
He tackled his stunned adversary and the rolled around on the floor trading shots each time one got the advantage over the other. Amanda let her body slump and walked back over to her pro's table. She sat down so her back was to the brawl. The sounds of fist making contact and bodies crashing into walls and funiture echoed in her ears. She just sat there and blocked it, but she did not even glance at Pavor upon her return she just stared at the table as if it were a television set.
TBC: Pavor
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Post by The Templar on Jan 12, 2011 21:41:41 GMT -5
Looking at the chaos from over Amanda's shoulder, the smile across Pavor's face was impeccable. Fully teeth bearing and genuinely happy. Although, it wasn't noticed at all from behind the mask but he approved greatly. The sounds and all out action of the fist fight occurring was almost too exhilarating to comprehend, but it wasn't exactly what he was looking for, yet. He reached across the table for Amanda's hand but on contact she pulled it back close to herself causing the masked man to let out a shrill but tittering laugh. Pavor Nocturnus: "A-hah-hah-hah! Good, good, v-very g-good... Amanda, you have yourself a r-real gift... It w-will really take you p-places and-" [/center] The frantic destruction still occurring behind Amanda was going on and the noise was increasing. A few of the friends were being tossed in the mix to break up the fight yet it was proving to be a moot point. Giving a nod towards Beast and then once towards Kabul, Pavor gives them the signal which they react on instantly. Suddenly, a loud and thunderous crashing sound drowns out the loud techno as Beast's massive arm collides with Seth's face, the explosive lariat knocking the man straight out of consciousness. Buckling under the impact, Seth folds backwards almost inside of himself, a true victim of circumstances. Mark doesn't prove to be much luckier as the massive, four hundred pound Kabul flies onto the dance floor before feinting the raise of his left foot and booting Mark in the face with another patented finisher, the Chainsaw Kick. With a shriek from all the women in the vicinity, the club experiences a mass exodus as all those nearby leaves. Obliging almost too much to their "bouncing" duties, Beast and Kabul grab Seth and Mark respectably and drag them out of the bar out the backdoor leaving only a few select employees and the Pro and Rookie sitting at their table. Amanda could hear what was happening and didn't want to acknowledge it, still sitting staring down at the table. Pavor Nocturnus: "Step by step, Amanda... F-first it starts with emotions th-then it leads to physicality. In order to-to-to win a battle of strength, first you m-must win the battle of wits... Th-that was today's lesson. Y-you have the ability, why n-not use it? You'll have th-this contest in the palm of your hands and anything else y-you want...
"N-now, there is the s-small details of one D-Dustin Delta..." [/center] Piping up at the name, Amanda looks Pavor Nocturnus dead in the face. She was accompanying him to the ring for his match with Hayden Hardkore, nothing more and nothing less. Yet, if he found this as a threat then what about the rest of her life, the rest of her relationships that she was involved in? One thing was for certain... Pavor Nocturnus wanted control of everything. Amanda Brooks: "Yeah? Yeah, what about 'im?" Pavor Nocturnus: "W-well... He's interfering with a m-matter of my affairs... I h-hear he has a s-shot at the King of the D-Deathmatch title with one Hayden Hardkore... T-there is the s-s-slight chance of Dustin Delta winning that title... Th-then I'd be fighting only a half champion of what I c-could be. It's my job to dethrone Hayden, not D-Delta...
"That's where y-you come in."[/center] TBCB Amanda.
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Post by Amanda Nathan on Jan 13, 2011 0:56:37 GMT -5
She looked at her pro unsure of what he was going to ask. She just knew it wasn't going to be good. She also knew no matter what she said it was going to happen his way. She hated being this person flat out hated it. She showed that as clearly as she could through her green eyes.
Amanda: Bloody 'ell! What do you want me to do? Cost 'im the match?
She again covered her mouth with her hands. Why did she always have to say the first thought that came through her head. It was about as much of a curse as her looks. She knew that was most likely it and she knew that Dustin would not want anything to do with her after words. So much for an actual friend. She looked at Pavor not hiding the disappointment she felt. She grit her teeth as she spoke the next phrase.
Amanda: Ask... And... It... Is... Done
She knew it was going to happen one way or the other. Whatever he asked of her would be done. Yes she might resist at first, but it will happen. That was becoming clearer and clearer.
TBC: Pavor
(Writer's notes) I am enjoying working with you and everyone else I work with.
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Post by The Templar on Jan 14, 2011 20:30:01 GMT -5
It was the usual series of events. Submission lead into an all out control. Pavor Nocturnus had the vulnerable young girl exactly where he wanted her and, unlike how the rest of the world manipulated her, he was going to make her better. She could hate him and despise him all she wanted, she would thank him but first she would do as he said. Pavor Nocturnus: "I considered that and I-I th-thought about it... R-Regardless of the outcome, I'll make sure D-Delta is kept where he's b-belonged. He c-can come back for retribution if he'd like b-but Hayden is a priority...
"Dustin D-Delta will be left on his back regardless. It's afterwards I re-require you..." [/center] She didn't like where he was going with this. Pavor Nocturnus was about to make Amanda do something reckless and make one of his top competitors the first victim. He had no specific hatred towards Dustin Delta but it was a chance to "showcase" his newest "talent find". He would deal with Hayden Hardkore and, as far as messages were to be sent, she would deal with Dustin Delta. Pavor Nocturnus: "C-come... We have much to d-discuss Amanda... A-hah-hah-hah! Oh yes, yes, yes! M-much to d-d-discuss indeed! Th-this... Is the start, of the r-rest of your life..." [/center] Pushing himself up from his seat, Pavor looks down at Amanda who still refuses to look at him. The Masked Messiah had a plan and it did not look good for anyone else. Reluctantly, Amanda gets herself up from her seat and follows her EVO Pro outside of the bar. The Templar had a new addition, and Pavor was preparing to utilize her to her fullest "potential". End of Thread.
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