What's a dragon without his gold?

Oh, I'm not suprised you approached someone like me in your time of need. My name's Ator, Ator Kerrich. I appreciate your presence and all.. but I've got better things to do than pander to you. Leave. [[Ator Kerrich, OC, a part of Hope's Reverie]]

[highclassvenom]

A Fearful Challenge ~ [Open RP]

[thestormandtheswordsman-blog]

Joel didn’t know Ator. Not in any real way. But considering all he’d seen in the short time their association had covered Joel felt confident saying he was prone to theatrical displays. This was not proving an exception. He was charging over to where Joel stood, levelling a clawed nail at his neck. But this was not a threat of any consequence. At least assuming Ator was semi-rational at a bare minimum. He wouldn’t get away with murder in front of a crowd this large. So he had a point to prove, Joel didn’t think he’d let him prove it easily.

The sword was drawn quickly. Joel held it a defensive position first and allowed it to spark. The sparks faded from the sword but Joel himself became electrified in turn, his eyes glowing blue. The Storm stood in front of him, to the side of Ator and Joel could see her directing the power he was channelling. Gently with the side of the sword Joel pushed at Ator’s nail, to move it away. The blade was only making contact with the nail/claw which should spare him the sight of The Storm. All of his actions now were slow, deliberate. In a way they were no less theatrical, no less about proving a point than what Ator was doing but Joel didn’t see it this way. In his mind it wasn’t about boosting his own pride, it was about damaging someone elses. When he finally spoke his voice was slightly electrified, the way The Storm’s always was. “No, I think I’ve said all I need to.”

[highclassvenom]

In the blink of an eye, Joel had the sword in his hands, and a shiver crept down Ator’s spine. For a moment his breath hitched in his throat, the thought that he may very well get impaled in a few seconds playing on his mind. His hand wavered for a split second, and he nearly pulled it down to safety, the sparks only acting to fuel the terror. But he couldn’t. As anxious as he was starting to get, if he showed even a hint of weakness now someone may pinpoint him as a potential victim. Trying to steel himself against the the other’s movements, he only just managed to maintain his composure with a sharp edge so close to him. Then just as his hand was moved away, Joel spoke.

That was when the anger hit him like a tonne of bricks. The hairs across his body bristled, his eyes flickered with a primal rage, and a growl reverberated deep in his throat. How dare someone address him like that! How dare someone threaten him! And most of all, how fucking dare he think he could make him back down! He was a dragon for Christ’s sake, he shouldn’t be frightened by this! Before he knew it his mouth felt strangely hot, and as he moved to speak a small wisp of smoke escaped, curling up between sharpened teeth like an soul escaping a corpse. Realising he was becoming angered to the point his true nature was coming through, he quickly sucked in a breath to try and mask it. Instead he licked his lips much like a lizard, and matched his gaze to Joel’s. There was no way Ator was going to be made a fool of in front of these people, but he had to watch the sword. You heard plenty of tales of dragons being slain with those things, but thankfully this idiot appeared to be no knight. Although…. perhaps he still should have put a little more thought into this before he acted. At the same time though… there was no way in hell he'd turn back now.

“What? That you’re unable to fight your own battles you miserable little peasant? The light show was nice and all, but I’ve seen far worse. At least you finally sound a bit more like a man now.” He snorted derisively, curling his finger up before disrespectfully flicking the blade with the very nail that was just pushed away. Hissing at him, he took a step back, beginning to pace around the other as he continued. Underneath it all his heart was racing, fear rising up in his stomach with each passing second, and he still suppressed it, all for his pride. “You raise such a blade against me? What cowardice. You’re so weak in yourself that you rely on the strength of another. Pathetic! " It was easy to tell that the sword was no ordinary weapon, not after that fiasco. That could be something he could play on...

For now he ensured his shoes clicked against the tiled floor as he circled around the human, stopping in front of him once again. “So what is it going to be then? Cut me down in front of all these people? Or wave that thing around like it’s a theatre prop with a good dose of attitude and hope that it’ll make a difference, hmm?”

[highclassvenom]

A Fearful Challenge ~ [Open RP]

[thestormandtheswordsman-blog]

Joel stood by the exit, turning his attention to people’s reaction to the news. Anger. Fear. Sadness. All were recognisable in the faces and actions of the people around. They didn’t provide that much of an idea of what people would do next, but it was worth keeping in mind. Staying alive would be more than avoiding a murderer, that part was easy, but they had to catch whoever did make an attempt. Getting a sense of what people were feeling would be important. ‘You were all put here for a very important reason. Thankfully though you only have one job.’ The Storm spoke, sounding out the words slowly. Joel turned to look at her. ‘What?’ He didn’t understand what she was saying. ‘I’m paraphrasing what the griffin said. Doesn’t it make it sound like the very important reason and you’re one job are different things?’ Joel thought about what she was saying, it sounded right though he wasn’t really sure what to take from it.

This train of thought was interrupted by shouting, the first big display of a reaction. It came from someone he’d met briefly before, who was helpfully identifying himself right now as Ator Kerrich. It was a threat, not a bad idea Joel conceded but a threat that relies on words alone if rarely that effective. Ator was facing the exit now, putting Joel in his eye line. Joel made eye contact and began to clap, slowly and with little enthusiasm. 

[highclassvenom]

Just as he was about to leave, defiantly challenging the rest of the imprisoned as he went, someone fixed his gaze. It was a male with curly black hair... reasonably short...

Wait.

It was that prick from earlier...! The one with the gaudy t-shirt... who happened to also have a very nice sword in his possession, but that was beside the point.

As the sound of clapping reached his ears, Ator tensed. He hadn't expected such a blatant insult so quickly. His hope was that people would be too afraid to challenge him, but it didn't seem like his lucky day. Mind frantically searching for how to react to this, the dragon finally realised that he'd have to rise to the challenge. With any luck, hopefully it wouldn't turn into a fight. He just had to stand his ground, and at worst maybe cause a few injuries if threats didn't work. Although that idea really didn't appeal to him. Mouth curling into a snarl his body arched over, clawed nails flexing. Brown eyes narrowed into slits as he glared daggers at Joel.

There was no way he was going to be marked out as a laughing stock...!

Storming over to the male he stopped with just enough room to poise his hand near the other's face, letting his sharpened nails hover close to his neck.

"I'm sorry, did you have something to fucking say?"

[rinko-yamato-appreciation-blog]

Out of place, out of mind [Ator and Orion]

[rinko-yamato-appreciation-blog]

Looking around the plaza, Orion found that most of the people who gathered here (or creatures, according to the bird) seemed to be taking the fear quite badly. However, some of them, like himself, were swallowing it and trying to stay calm. This wasn’t the first time he had been in an all-hope-is-lost situation, so he kind of knew what to do. The best plan of action here would be to—

…Well, first of all, he had to shake off that feeling that he was being watched. He turned towards the doors into the seemingly singed park and saw a man, who looked just a bit larger than himself, shooting him an extremely dirty look. Orion grimaced and turned around, and proceeded to listen to the hysterical laughter of this guy. Whatever his deal was, he hoped he wouldn’t have to deal with it himself. Staying away from him seemed to be a good idea; he knew from experience that it was a bad idea to befriend people with dirty glares.

After a while, he noticed that he wasn’t being approached, especially by hysterics guy, which was a relief. Ah well, understandable, honestly. As the last one to wake up, he wouldn’t expect anyone to leave their new friends for him. Sighing, he jumped a tad and started hovering above the ground, legs crossed and in deep thought. What kind of a place was this? Surely there was some way out, aside from murder…

His thought was broken with a yelling towards, well, him. Git with the leaves and wings seemed like a call out to him, anyway. Turning around, he saw the Laugh Guy at the entrance to what seemed to be an arcade. He was demanding that he come over…Orion shrugged to himself and flew over there. Standing on the ground in front of the guy, he found that he was actually pretty much the same height as him.

"Uh…" he started, a little rusty with his voice. "What is it? Can I help you?"

[highclassvenom]

Impatiently he tapped his foot against the ground, waiting for the green haired being to finally come over. Watching in contempt as he fluttered above the ground, Ator felt a pang of jealousy in his chest. How long had it been since he'd had the chance to fly? Days? No... it had to be months. Yet this man could freely flutter around as if it was nothing. Clenching his hands into fists he quietly seethed, he knew that keeping this form was far safer, but that didn't mean that he couldn't feel hard done by.

"Hmph." The dragon snorted as the man came closer realising their heights were incredibly similar. How insulting, to have such a creature mirror something even as small as their height...! Sighing as if tired of Orion's presence already, he rubbed at his temples before looking up to meet his gaze with narrowed eyes. The really wasn't a conversation he was keen on having but in the end, both his life and his sanity were at stake.

"Yes. I called you here creature, so evidently you can help me. Well..." He took a moment to study the other, trailing vibrant green eyes over his form. "I actually believe we're going to have to help one another. Unfortunately. I'm assuming that you listened to everything that fucking bird had to say... so you should be able to guess why I'm even speaking to you. I mean you do realise that usually someone like you wouldn't even be graced with my presence..."

Shaking his head Ator rolled his eyes. Surely the fairy must have clocked onto something by now. Or was he stupider than he looked? "But just in case, I'm going to explain." Lightly he raised a hand, tapping against the blinking yellow light on his collar with a small 'clink'. "We're... twins. Congratulations. I spotted the yellow light on your collar, and caught a glimpse of my own. Trust me, this is not an arrangement I'm happy with. Stuck with a ponce like you? No thanks. However..." He continued to speak, almost as if he simply liked hearing the sound of his own voice. "It looks like for a while at least I'm going to have to watch out for you. I'm not having anyone knifing you in the back if it means that I have to deal with pain too."

Finally falling quiet for a moment, he crossed his arms before adding "So tell me now. Who the hell are you?"

[rinko-yamato-appreciation-blog]

Out of place, out of mind [Open RP]

…Urgh…

What…?

With a groan, and a few blinks, a tall figure sat up with a start in the middle of…

Where was this place again?

Come to think of it, this young man had no idea where he was. He had only faint memories of being woken up with a sort of headache that just…grew and grew. Next thing he knew, some big bird thing was talking to him and told him about…murdering people. As if. He probably just flew into a tree and fell onto the rocks below. Heh, yeah, it was just a bad dream.

Except he was wrong. This place wasn’t anything like he knew. The stone paving below him, black and white tiled, was immaculately clean. The walls around him seemed completely closed. Turning on the spot, he found himself staring at a large door, wide open, towards what looked like a fire-ridden…human theme park. This was nowhere like he had been before.

Coming round, he got up, his wings fluttering behind him. This…bird thing, whatever it was, seemed to be real. What it had said must be true. He was trapped here, and the only way to get out was murder. Murder one of his peers without being detected, yes…hold on, peers? He looked out of the doorway to see what looked like a figure, and around the plaza, to see more and more, all shapes and all species.

Orion Brooke swallowed his fear and gripped his fists. Whatever came now, he had to be strong and friendly, especially to those who looked worse than him.

[highclassvenom]

Almost violently, Ator clicked his neck as he moved to leave the plaza, glaring daggers at any of those he walked past. Most people seemed to be feeling a similar level of fear to himself, and only a few seemed to be doing a decent job of masking it.

One of those few being a green haired fellow, with… wings… fluttering from behind his back.

What in the name of hell was this? A fucking… fairy?! A smirk rose to his lips, and he had to turn his gaze away before he fell into hysterics. He knew that the bird thing had said something about all of them not being human, but this was reaching new levels of ridiculous. Someone like that certainly didn't look like they'd last long in here now that murder was involved. Sneaking another glance around at the male, he noticed the faint flickering of a yellow light on his collar.

“Ha.” He muttered to himself. “My heart is with whoever is paired with that… thing… They're going to end up with some nasty scars...” Letting out a brief snort of laughter, he moved to continue by him.

Finally as he passed the arcade, he caught sight of his reflection in the glass of one of the attractions. Pausing, Ator ran a hand through his hair, smoothing out the less cooperative bits of his fringe. At least he still looked presentable despite all this hassle... Shifting to the side slightly, he reached up to fiddle with his earring a little, only to notice the flashing light on his collar.

Yellow.

"Mother. Fucking. Shit." He growled and slammed a hand into the machine, watching the glass crack slightly under the force. Irritably he turned on his heels to face the poncy green creature, teeth bared. He couldn't believe it, it was just his luck. Now it looks like he'd have to protect that sodding thing if he wanted to preserve his own condition.

"Hey. You!" He yelled, demanding their attention. "Git with the leaves and wings. Over here. Now."

[highclassvenom]

A Fearful Challenge ~ [Open RP]

Everything was hazy. His thoughts, his memories, his vision. Ator could barely make out a single shape as he stumbled forwards, his destination unknown. Where was he again? What was happening? Why couldn’t he feel his body properly…? It was almost as if he was detached from it all, like what he felt wasn’t actually his own form.

Other new blurs seemed to join him. Perhaps that red and white splodge was the girl he had once caught a glimpse of. And maybe that sharper shape hanging beside another blob was the sword that tosser from a while back was wielding too… So the others were also moving? Then maybe it was one of those insolent arseholes that had done this- after all he wasn’t moving by his own accord! He tried to speak up, to yell at them, but found the words catching in his throat.

Well, that was until he reached the plaza. With a pained hack he finally found himself able to talk, allowing a barrage of profanities to pour from his mouth.

“What the fuck is going on here..?!" A bird like creature caught his eye, perhaps the one who had summoned them. "This ridiculous situation will not be tolerated, you… you… overgrown mutated turkey…! Tell me what’s going on…!”

Yet his cries were ignored, and his questions unfortunately answered.

A look of utter disgust and horror warped his features. They had to slyly kill one another… without being found out… The idea of a little thrill like that was appealing, although the high chance of him losing his life along the way? Not so good. He had to mark himself out as someone you didn’t want to cross, and quickly at that.

With a snarl the dragon straightened his posture, glaring daggers at all those around him, daring them to attack him. He could have shifted there and then into his true form, but he didn’t want to reveal that just yet...after all it could work to his advantage if there was truly no other way out.

So with another growl he raised a clawed hand, hissing his challenge into the chilled air.

“A game of life and death. Huh. I warn you now. I vow by my own great name, that I, Ator Kerrich, shall bathe these attractions in the blood of all who dare oppose me…! Do not cross me!”

Flinging his extended arm down to his side, he fell silent, and turned to face the exit. Underneath his relatively calm exterior, fear was coursing through his veins. He couldn’t let that take over though. From here on in things were going to become rather nasty…. and any visible weakness may result in his demise...

[highclassvenom]

Here have a dumb doodle of Ator that I did on holiday-

I swear I'll pick up on RP'ing soon, mod stuff and recovering from jet lag first

[highclassvenom]

Infernal Awakening ~ [Open RP]

[thestormandtheswordsman-blog]

It was a while after waking, in fact after Joel had already explored the rest of the park, that he finally got around to looking at the rooms in the plaza. The arcade and the café seemed expected but held nothing worth noting and the ticket booth and closed off bathroom were barely worth the effort it took to look. It was in the gift shop he actually found something interesting.

It was another one of the people waking up in this place. Someone well dressed, expensively so in fact and yet they were slamming their fist into the ground and screaming for answers. Joel couldn’t help but smirk at the spectacle. ‘What a shameful display for such a creature.’ The Storm remarked scornfully, making Joel wonder what creature the tantrum-thrower actually was.

“You demand it?” Joel called out to him in an exaggerated mocking tone of voice and entered the gift shop properly. “You say that as if your demands make a difference in this place. As if anyone’s do.” He laughed at the stranger. “Believe me if they did I’d have had some answers for myself by now. But instead all I have is questions. So far.”

[highclassvenom]

All too quickly footsteps reached the dragon’s ears. Now this could either be a welcome face, or someone who he really didn’t want to talk to, and if it was someone related to this shop…?

Then he definitely didn’t want to associate with them.

Out from the side of an aisle appeared a male. He was rather short, and hardly looked like someone worthy of his time. Everything about him was messy… except from that sword. How’d someone like him get a hold of something like that? Frowning he turned his attention properly to Joel, expression darkening at his mocking tone. He’d question the weapon in a bit.

“Of course I demand it you condescending prick.” From the ground, Ator snorted, baring his teeth at the stranger. Now usually he didn’t get along with people, but clashing a couple of seconds in was a new record. “If anyone’s demands matter around here it’s going to be mine. Maybe you’re so inadequate that you haven’t found the answers yet.” Ignoring the male’s laugh he rose to his feet, turning his back to him as he brushed his clothes down. Ugh, they were so dusty already. Disgusting.

“Here’s another question for you too smartass, what business has someone like you got bothering someone like me if you can't even help?”

[highclassvenom]

Infernal Awakening ~ [Open RP]

His head was thumping, a dull pain just behind his eyelids that didn't seem to fade no matter how long he lay there, silently hoping that it would leave if he willed it to for long enough. This had to be the aftermath of alcohol... but he didn't remember drinking the night before. No. Of course he didn't, wasn't he getting ready to attend to business related affairs? Then why did his head hurt? That was when he registered that his body felt cold, a definitely unpleasant feeling. Out of the blue an array of sensations came flooding to him- almost as if the headache was a trigger for them. A hard surface against his back, an ache in his limbs, gaps in his memory that couldn't be explained. He couldn't understand any of it, which was why finally his eyelids fluttered open to reveal golden eyes to the world, eyes that tried to scan their blurry surroundings to figure out this mess. Slowly but surely things came into focus. But he was only to find a variety of tacky knick knacks looming over him.

What the hell was this?

Utter confusion warped Ator's features, his mouth moving into a snarl at the sight. How undignified. Who in their right mind would place someone like him in such a pathetic little gift shop?! Pushing himself up into a seated position he let out a frustrated growl. Not only was this a crappy little shop, it was a crappy little shop that he didn't recognise.

"Come on. What the fuck is going on here?! I demand an answer!" Almost childishly he slammed a fist into the floor, snarling once more. Whatever all this was, it better have a damn good explanation.

[highclassvenom]

WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

"It's simple really." Tilting his head with a malicious grin, Ator licked his lips before finishing the answer. "Gold is the best way to cure any bad mood, who can resist its glimmering allure?"