Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-6975131-20131112040610/@comment-11588669-20131201185413

Nox wiped chili from his eyes, and gave a withering glare at Jr.

"Next time, not even a minute. And you're cleaning this up. Without the gloves." The scarred teen looked at the group. " As far as I see it, we have two choices: Someone signs up, and wins. And I say only one, because it's gladiator style. Close range weapons, and you're aiming to kill. And I don't think we want to aim to kill each other. Well, maybe Jr. and his bowl of exploding chili. But otherwise." He cracked a fanged smirk, amber ring in his eyes showing amusement.

"The other choice is that we all spectate., then choose a moment to completely wreck the place. But, these guys are no joke. I'm not sure which, but a Dragon will be there. And that means that any guards we encounter, will be armed, armored, and trained with military grade gear. And, more often than not, they're slightly psychotic." He looked at the orange haired teen, and raised an eyebrow. "Hey, Jr. If you're going into the kitchen to clean the bowl, or yourself, could you pull the brownies out of the oven? They should be done by about now. And with regular gloves, genius."

"The Dragons are a Mafia. They run the Vale underground, and nobody who's sane screws with them. And please note, that I've royally fucked up several of their operations with a team of other mercs. Crimal, I think you were a merc at one point." It was a statement, not a question. "Then I believe you know what I'm talking about. They have their own private army, are brutal, so on so forth, you get my point."

The teen stood up, and stretched. "Though, hope you're not squeemish. Because, when we go, you're gonna see somethings that'll make your stomach churn and blood boil. So, when's a good time to head down? The tournement starts tomorrow, but do you guys want to head down into Vale now, or early tomorrow?"