&quot;We&#x27;re misfits, outcasts, and we&#x27;re proud of it.&quot;

Inflame with Rage // Baran&Barter

toughestfightcr‌:

Someone was laughing at her. Even through the filtered noise of her earphones, Barter could hear the smug laughter. She knew exactly who it was too. Hard not to when the guy was a fucking giant. Not that Barter even spared him a look at this point. No. It was better to be above and show just what she was made of.

Face rested in her neutral ‘fuck everyone’ stare, Barter finished wrapping up her hands and strode towards a hanging punching bag. The thing too was massive. Heavy and hard to move. Perfect for a quick warm up, some practice for another sport, and showing off.

Getting into position, Barter took a calming breath before beating the bag. Her punches were heavy and swift, the bag slowly moving and swinging, making more motion with each rapid punch. The chain squeaked in protest with every hit rocking harder and harder until her last punch sent it rocking off the hook, slapping against the wooden floor with a large slam. Anyone who hadn’t been watching before.. well, they certainly heard the noise.

Pulling out one earbud, Barter glared over her shoulder, just barely out of breath as she stared the guy down.

“Something funny, asshole?” // @thegroundshakes

Baran may have considered the display impressive, if they were about to get into a fist fight. When it came down to wrestling, it didn’t much matter how hard or how fast you could punch. It was all grappling and holds, and someone that size didn’t look like they’d do a whole lot of good trying to pin anyone, never mind himself, to the mat. Hell, all he had to do was sit on her and she wasn’t going anywhere.

“I do that out loud? My bad,” Even if he were a better actor, Baran wouldn’t have tried to mollify the woman. It had been his intent to be as insincere as possible, They competing against each other, enemies, and while he doubted she stood a chance of making it passed the first round, he wasn’t about to be nice to her out of pity.

“Was just wonderin’ who you musta paid off to get this far.”

@toughestfightcr

#toughestfightcr

open.

ae-ra: find out who did

ae-ra: and make them pay

Baran: i mean,. i can askk ariound?

Baran: wou,ldnt egghead be the better choice thoi?

Text: Baran➜ Gar

Gar: this is the first time i've heard of it?

Gar: so it either hasn't been up this long

Gar: or nobody wants to talk to one Kelly Green

Baran: woukldfnt wnna talk to ya eithert

Better to Reign in Hell // J&M

jfc-jinx‌:

“People don’t show their best results until competition day,” Her eyes narrowed, tone dropping down to icy. It’s not as if she was wrong either. People could practice and watch all they want, but the best results weren’t displayed until actual pressure was put on them. Jinx could scope out the competition if she wanted to, but there was some excitement in leaving things as surprises. “Just because I’m not actively digging for more dirt doesn’t mean I don’t have any.”

She had a list of all the competitors competing in her portion. That was enough for now. If she-for whatever reason- didn’t make it to the next round, she could atleast drop Neo some deets. She liked her quiet but deadly friend enough to help them cheat.

“Oh yeah?” She bent down, putting her weight on her hands and lifting her feet in the air. “Wasn’t that Nora girl competing?” Jinx saw the tiny redhead lifting the other day-of course she made it a point to see who Baran was competing with. Girls got biceps. “There was that Armstrong dude too.” // @thegroundshakes

“Need me to break any kneecaps?” He doubted it, but hey, a guy could hope. All this training and preparation was starting to feel a bit too much like honest work. He was excited for the competition, but he’d have absolutely no complaints about getting back to break things, living and otherwise, when it was all over, “Maybe a couple small concussions?”

Watching the woman balance on her hands, part of him had always been tempted to give her a playful nudge, to watch her flail for a moment before righting herself. It what he would’ve done with with Selinda, and while it may have earned him a smack to the arm and a dirty look, he had no doubt it would’ve lead to more smiles than violence. With Jinx, he wasn’t totally sure what would happen, and he was a bit too fond of living to try it.

“Uh, yeah, Nora and Armstrong. Totally,” He’d never been good with names, never. More of than not he just made up nicknames based on a person’s appearance unless they were around often enough for him to learn. Nicknames that he’d likely never share with another soul, Egghead being the exception rather than the rule. As far as he knew, Jinx still had no idea he’d thought of her as ‘the Pink Panther’ for months because of her eyes, “They’ll be a breeze.”

@jfc-jinx

#jfc-jinx #intrpolympics

open.

ae-ra: don't you fucking throw kyd under the bus bc he outed you for eating the last slice of pie

ae-ra: now fess up

ae-ra: if one of you lot gave out my number i'll hang you by your spleen

ae-ra: all of you

Baran: croiss my heasrt amnd hope giz dies. wasxnt mne

#toughestfightcr #intrpolympics

Inflame with Rage // Baran&Barter

Looking around at his competition, Baran didn’t even bother trying to hold back the snort of derision. This was the best the universe had to offer? These were the poor, condemned souls that were supposed to try to wrestle him into submission? The thought of any of them lasting more than a minute was laughable alone, he didn’t think his mind even capable of considering a loss to one of them.

Like the woman to his left. Sure, she looked tough enough. The close-cropped hair was smart for CQC, and she had that resting bitch face on lock, but she was just so small! He knew she must’ve earned her spot, but she was at least a foot, maybe a foot and a half, shorter than him, and he had a feeling she’d be similarly outclassed muscle-wise. Even with years of anecdotal evidence that the small ones could still be threat, mainly from Jinx, this was wrestling.

He couldn’t stop the laugh as he watched her stretch, thinking just how easily she’d break if they fought.

@toughestfightcr

Text: Baran➜ Gar

Gar: so you felt the need to warn me?

Gar: how sweet

Baran: warn ya? nah a mate and i giot bets oin whast thge miost messerd upo thing you gert isd

Baran: theyt saiud yoiur namne ios kellky greenb btw

Better to Reign in Hell // J&M

jfc-jinx‌:

“No. Should I have?”

Jinx knew there was a good number participating in the gymnastics events, but she wasn’t too bothered by it. The more people who competed the better, she liked scoping out who might be worth while outside of the competitions. There was power in knowing who might be useful later on.

But more than anything, Jinx just did not care. The Olympics still wasn’t anything special to her. Everyone else could rave and cheer for this big event, but sports just was not her thing. She liked gymnastics because she was good at it and it came naturally to her. Nothing more, nothing less. She just wanted the trophy and be done with it.

“You seen yours?” // @thegroundshakes

“Thought you were all know yer enemy ‘n shit,” He thought for sure she’d have gotten all the dirt on all of them by now; who was using performance enhancers, who had a record, who wore diapers while their mistress made baby talk at them behind closed doors. The fact she was going in blind had him snorting at her cockiness, an act he was quick to turn into a cough, “Figured you’d have ‘em all pegged.”

Grunting an affirmative, Baran moved from one rep to the next, keeping count with an intensity he rarely bothered with when food wasn’t involved. The competition may have been in the bag, but if there was one thing Slade had drilled into his head it was that there were always surprises. He wasn’t going to miss out on that prize money because he’d slacked off.

“Nothin’ I can’t handle.”

@jfc-jinx

open.

ae-ra: ONE OF YOU FUCKERS GAVE OUT MY NUMBER

ae-ra: AND NOW IM GETTING DICKPICS FROM RANDOM STRANGERS

ae-ra: FESS UP NOW OR ITLL ONLY GET WORSE FROM HERE ON OUT

Baran: my gueses is wykkyd

Baran: hges shgifty. i dont trtust him

Text: Baran➜ Gar

Baran: hey fuickjer

Baran: soimeoines got youir number on the bsathroom sdtall

Baran: aint me

open.

ae-ra: which one of you fuckers gave out my number

Baran: uh you doint actualkkly thinjk i talk toi peopole do yiou?

jfc-jinx

Could’ve Broken a Leg || b&a

jfc-jinx‌:

“You burned them?” She repeats the lie just told to her, raising a brow in thinly veiled suspicion. Now she has him caught in his lie, and curious as she is, she wants to see how far he will take his bluff. “You burned an entire group of bandits, a mage, and a gargoyle?”

Jinx feigns thinking it over, she lets a couple moments pass. “And where did you get the fire? Actually, even better, how did you manage to burn so many without the smell of smoke or ash in the air?” She thinks if Baran can pull off this lie, she might even congratulate him.

The question hangs in the air as she gives him a moment to save himself or fess up. Either will do really. // @thegroundshakes

“Yup. Burned ‘em good.”

Smell, shit. He always forgot fleshies had that. Didn’t seem worth it with how often he’d heard Mercury ask ‘what smells like shit’ when Jinx was working. He didn’t know what shit smelled like for obvious reasons, but he knew where it came from, and could guess it wasn’t pleasant.

“Uh...you mean you don’t smell it?” His mind was running on desperation now, and he took a deep breath through his nose as if that would actually accomplish anything. Maybe she didn’t know gargoyles couldn’t smell, at least that he couldn’t. If others of his kind could, it hadn’t exactly come up in conversation, “It’s all I can smell. Maybe yer gettin’ a cold.”

@jfc-jinx

From Darkness to Promote Me // Baran and Mercury

mctalcladboot‌:

Getting closer to the pair, Mercury climbed up a limb of a tree, hanging down just above the gargoyle and watching. No.. no he seriously thought this random snake was him. This snake that looked nothing like him at all.

Mercury was insulted the creature would suggest he’d forget where he left his legs. As if it were that simple. No, Mercury never forgot where he left them. Flicking out his tongue, Mercury stretched down above the gargoyle.

“Rockhead, look up.” // @thegroundshakes

Following the little familiar’s directions, Baran admittedly flinched when he saw the larger snake dangling above him. The snake itself wasn’t disturbing, but the gargoyle wasn’t a fan of anything sneaking up on him, especially not above him. Most things he found himself beneath were feathered, and tended to view him as a public toilet.

“Yeah, that’s a big one alright,” Scooping up the smaller snake, Baran ignored the way it fussed. He’d been gentle, if Mercury wanted to be a dick that was fine, but he was not going to be the one to tell Jinx the familiar had been a victim of cannibalism, “Don’ worry, I won’ let it eat ya, just sit still!”

@mctalcladboot

#mctalcladboot

jfc-jinx

Could’ve Broken a Leg || b&a

jfc-jinx‌:

He really, really thought his lie was believable. Jinx wasn’t sure if she should be impressed at his stupidity or exasperated. Maybe she’d find out by the end of this. At the very least, she knew she’d be having the last laugh. She always did.

“Ohhhh, a mage,” She plays along, eyes going wide in disbelief. “A gargoyle and a mage-! I wonder what sort of bandits you fought to have those kind of connections. And to go after my quaint little shop like that! Those bastards!” Her foot taps impatiently as she feigns mulling over his words.

“Well, then I guess you’ll have to show me where you buried them, Baran.” Her gaze turns back to him, keeping up the facade. Her hands go behind her back, as she straightens her posture. “I can’t exactly let something like that go unnoticed. Thieves and assassins, well-” She waves her hand dismissively, used to the idea of someone going after her life, “But a mage, a gargoyle, and an entire band of bandits. That’s quite the set up-what if they were sent by a coven?”

Her voice drops to an icy hiss, the temperature in the room dropping. It’s no secret that Jinx abhors covens with her entire being. Any mention or indication of them has her mood spiraling towards sour. “At the very least, they might have something I might be interested in. Amulets, daggers, tomes-” The chill disappears and the witch looks passive, maybe mildly excited at the thought of finding something to add to her collection. Looting was normal, natural instinct for her. // @thegroundshakes

“Right?” Normally, Jinx’s anger would have him more than a little concerned for his own well being, but it sounded like he’d managed to redirect that anger onto his imaginary bandits with the gargoyle...and the mage, “Rotten cowards, every one of ‘em. Attacking at night...”

“Buried?” Shit...things were starting to unravel fast. How the hell was he supposed to explain that there wasn’t a single body left behind? He’d already implied there were no survivors, so they couldn’t have dragged them away. Wolves, maybe? Strong winds? A sudden desire to consume human flesh? No, that one would just make her nervous. What else got rid of bodies...

“I burned ‘em!” He needed to think fast, somewhere in that thick skull he knew he had to have something other than rocks, metaphorically, rattling around, “A-uh, a couple of ‘em coughed and uhm, I didn’t want any a’ you guys to catch anything...so yeah. I burned ‘em.”

@jfc-jinx

With Indefatigable Wings//B&G

garfleldlogan‌:

Garfield sputtered, cowering back behind the branch further as he kept himself from the outreaching hands. The gargoyle was much bigger than him, practically mammoth-like in size, and Garfield didn’t want to anger him further. He wasn’t all that much of a fighter, better at running and flying away from his problems rather than facing them head on.

“It wasn’t me!” he repeated, his voice raising in pitch as it equally raised in volume. “You’re fucking crazy! I didn’t do anything!” he continued, trying to back further into the tree but obvious hitting the center of it, backing himself directly into a sort of corner.

“This all seems like a big over reaction anyway! Why can’t we let bygones be bygones? I go my own way, you go your own way, we never see each other again!” Garfield suggested, forcing an awkward and placating sort of smile onto his face.

“Only thing gonna be gone is you once I get done crushing ya!” He struggled for a few moments more, but for as many branches as he was able to break, there were that many more blocking him. If he built up so momentum he could probably do it, but at that point he was just as likely to shatter himself. That last thing he wanted was to lose and arm trying to kill a bird.

Just thinking about explaining that to Jinx made him shudder.

Once it became clear he wouldn’t be getting through, Baran settled onto one of the larger branches that looked like it might hold his weight, digging his claws into the tree’s trunk for added support. One advantage he had over the little green weirdo sitting on the other side of the wooden barrier was that as much as he enjoyed it, Baran didn’t need to eat. He was reasonably sure the greenbean couldn’t say the same.

“You havta come out eventually, punk.”

From Darkness to Promote Me // Baran and Mercury