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Post by Grisha on Oct 7, 2020 13:51:10 GMT -8
It was another day in the Kousetsu household. Mr. Flurry was over having coffee with Tobias, and Lena was laying on the couch with her back facing them. She was so bored. Grisha was training in the mountains, and she tried to busy herself, but there just wasn’t much to do. Tobias was always in a chipper mood when Grisha was gone. He slept better; there was more food in the house; and they spent less time cooking. It was easier just to cook for two. When Grisha was gone, Tobias was the chef. Lena could appreciate the importance of having more vegetables in a dish. “Your guardian seems to be growing stronger,” said Mr. Flurry. “You mean Grisha?” Tobias asked with an arched brow before he scoffed, “He was also growing fat because Lena wouldn’t let him leave to the mountains like he wanted, so all he did was laze about, hunt, and eat us out of house and home. It was worse when Barlei was here. I’m surprised there are any animals left on the island.” Lena frowned and muttered, “I wasn’t trying to make him fat…” She just disliked when he ventured to the mountains. He would often stay there for a long time, and she would start to fear him never returning. Mr. Flurry laughed before he shared, “Would Grisha be interested in fighting?” “What do you mean? Like competing or beating up your shark friends?” Lena turned over on the couch to face them as they conversed. “Well, they say there’s an underground fight club in South City where you can make lots of zeni if you win.” Tobias leaned slightly forward over the coffee cup he cradled in his hands. He frowned as an interested glint appeared in his eye. “How much are we talking about?” “Maybe a few thousand or more.” Tobias hummed as he eased back into his seat. His lips pulled into an intrigued smile as he imagined all the repairs he could make to the house. He could probably make a few upgrades or maybe buy a fancy coffee maker rather than having to prepare the beans himself. “Hmm…I wonder…” Lena sat up on the couch and narrowed her eyes at her father’s back. “Dad; you’re not planning to have Grisha fight for money, are you? You guys don’t even like each other. What makes you think he’ll go along with it?” Tobias turned and waved a finger at Lena. “Now; now; you said it before yourself. Grisha and I need some male bonding. This can be like a guys’ night or something. I just need a good hook to draw him in.” Mr. Flurry reached into his coat and removed a South City tourist magazine. “How about this? He might find something interesting in there.” Tobias’s blue eyes rolled over to the magazine and he blew a dismissive breath, “Pfft. The numskull can’t even read.” “If you call Grisha names while you’re out male bonding, Grisha is going to get mad and I won’t be able to save you.” “I’ll be nice once I learn if he’s in it or not. Hm…he might like the pictures.” Tobias rested his hand on the magazine and slid it over to himself. He opened the booklet and his brows raised at the pictures of a high-tech city. It actually made him laugh when he imagined Grisha wandering around in such a place. “He would be so lost…” Lena curiously rose from the couch and approached her father who continued to flip through the book until he found a certain page that made him close the magazine quickly. “This will do!” he stated. Lena stopped and blinked. “Wait…what? Can I see it?” “Nope. This magazine isn’t for kids.” Lena scowled. “What? I’m not a kid! I’m freakin’ eighteen!” Tobias rolled the magazine up, tucked it within his coat, and rose from his seat at the table. “Time to go blow the lion horn.” “You can’t call Grisha for something like that!” “It’s an emergency.” “No, it’s not. Dad, you’re being a jerk!” Lena followed Tobias upstairs as they continued to argue, “Look, I’ve had to rebuild this house so many times that it’s probably only the ice keeping this place standing. I think I deserve some incentive for putting up with a giant, dumb moocher and his friends.” “Grisha isn’t a moocher. He protects us and he brings us food to eat.” “Food for us to cook and for him to eat. If we’re going to keep him around, then we need a bigger house wouldn’t you at least agree with that?” Lena stopped, rested her hands upon her hips, and sighed in defeat. “Yes…but do you have to blow the horn?” “Do you know another way to get him down here in a hurry?” Lena rolled her eyes and turned to head back downstairs. “I’m just gonna watch when you have to explain yourself to him.” Tobias entered his bedroom and approached an old wooden chest. He lifted the latch, opened the lid, and started digging through a pile of junk. “It’s been so long since we used this thing…I don’t think I remember where I stowed it. But it should be in here.” Lena sat downstairs by the window, listening to her father rustling around upstairs. Mr. Flurry sat quietly, enjoying his coffee. A-HA!Hurried boot steps thudded across the wooden boards. The stairs creaked as Tobias rushed down them and out the door. He grasped the ivory horn with a mischievous grin and glanced back at the window, seeing Lena’s unenthusiastic expression. Tobias inhaled deeply, raised the horn to his lips, and blew with all his might. The horn blared, resonating across the winter sky. Several doors opened as villagers rushed out of their homes, fearful and some determined to fight. A few searched about, expecting to see a large beast or some other disturbance. Instead, they found Tobias grinning and waving at them. “Tobias; are you mad?” one of the neighbors asked. “It’s a false alarm. Everyone can calm down and head back inside,” Tobias explained. There were a few grumbles as people slowly returned into their homes. In the distance, Tobias could see a white streak descending the mountain. Grisha was practically sliding down the side of it, bounding over ledges, until he plunged into the forest below. He ran swiftly. Trees swept passed him, opening to a white expanse of ice. He was determined to reach the village quickly. He hadn’t heard any screams yet, and while he wasn’t keeping time, he habitually approximated how long it had taken him last time the horn was blown to reach the village. He saw it as a speck in the distance, increasing in detail the closer he came to it. There were no villagers in the streets from what he could see. There were chimneys smoking and people were going about their business as though it were a normal day. Grisha slid to a halt in front of Lena’s house, covering Tobias in snow up to his hips. The Saiyan started wildly looking about with balled fists. His teeth were clenched like a beast and his tail whipped wildly as he searched for the threat. Tobias gazed at him with a smile. Lena crossed her arms and hid her face. She couldn’t bare to watch what was about to happen next. “What?” Grisha grumbled as he started to suspect that nothing was amiss. He glanced about a few more times before his grey, tense eyes settled on the smiling Tobias. His eyes darted from his face to the horn he gripped in his hand. The Saiyan’s lips rolled back and he roared angrily at Tobias, “RAAAH! WHY CALL GRISHA? TOBIAS LIAR!” “Calm down. It’s important-” Grisha thrust his hand toward the mountain as he continued to shout, “GRISHA RUN HERE FAST AND NOTHING!” “I said calm down! I want to show you something!” “NO CALM! GRISHA ANGRY!” Tobias tucked the horn under his arm and removed the magazine from his coat. He opened it and started flipping through a few pages, while Grisha continued his tantrum. Lena pressed her face against the glass as she tried to peer over her father’s shoulder at the magazine. Tobias turned the magazine around and showed the giant. Grisha quieted and frowned hard at it unsure what he was looking at. He took the magazine from Tobias, turned it in circles before he squatted so Tobias could look at it with him. “What this?” Grisha asked. He had a feeling he knew what it was, but he wasn’t quite sure. “There’s more,” Tobias said. He flipped the page and Grisha’s brows rose and eyes widened. Lena was pressing her hands and face against the glass. She was growing suspicious of the expressions on Grisha’s face. “What is in that stupid book?” she wondered aloud. She then looked over at Mr. Flurry who shrugged. “It’s just a magazine.” Lena returned to scowling outside. She felt as though there was some big secret being kept between all of the boys and she wasn’t allowed in on it. Tobias turned another page and explained, “You give a little something and you get something more in return. This.” Grisha couldn’t help the shameful grin that expanded on his face. He turned the magazine sideways and a page tumbled vertically into a lengthy panel. Both Tobias’s and Grisha’s mouths dropped. “Woah, I didn’t know it did that!” Tobias exclaimed in awe. “This is all in South City. We can go visit if you want,” Tobias offered. Grisha narrowed his eyes at Tobias. “We?” Tobias smiled sheepishly. “You know…just us men.” Grisha handed the magazine back to Tobias and bluntly told him, “No.” As Grisha rose, Tobias held the magazine up to the giant and continued to flip through the pages. “Come on, you know you, wanna…” Grisha tilted his head away from the magazine. His brows crashed together, twisting in an expression of difficulty. He was finding it to be a challenge to resist the temptations. Lena, fed up with not knowing what was in the magazine, left the window to march outside. “Dad; stop. Grisha doesn’t want to go, and he doesn’t want whatever is in that magazine!” she scolded. Tobias quickly closed the magazine and tucked it away. “Sure; he does. Just look at his face.” Grisha’s cheeks were glowing as he turned his cheek to Lena, hiding from the scrutinizing stare she was giving him. He could try to hide all he wanted, but Lena could see that her father was right. She turned her back to the two and grumbled, “Whatever. You two go bond. I’ll be here by myself. You better not let Grisha out of your sight or let him learn any bad words!” Grisha opened his mouth to speak what Tobias expected to be nothing but words of regret. He pressed a hand against Grisha’s chest and shook his head. “He’ll be all right, and we won’t be gone long. We’re just going for one day. Don’t you worry, we’ll take good ol’ care of each other, won’t we Grisha?” Lena waved a dismissive hand over her shoulder. Tobias grinned and hailed, “Mr. Flurry! We’re going to South City!” “Hoo, hoo, hoo!” the old man jovially laughed. “Let’s be on our way then!” As Tobias and Mr. Flurry started walking, Grisha continued to stare at the house, regretting leaving Lena all alone. It was only for one day. He was dying to see something new and different, and South City seemed just the place. The giant sighed and turned to follow after Mr. Flurry and Tobias. WC: 1,945 Tagging: Cabin
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Post by Grisha on Oct 8, 2020 11:02:27 GMT -8
The arena was underground taking place in an abandoned subway tunnel. The octagon-shaped chamber was packed full of people from criminals to CEOs, all surrounding a glowing ring where fighters were beating each other into submission for the entertainment of the betters. There were high-ranking fighters sponsored by powerful companies, competing for rank increases and ownership of the top. Among all of the food vendors gathered at the event, there were other deals being made, some involving drugs and the lives of others. CEOs played chess and betted stock, while the criminals milked the CEOs of their money offering protection, assassination, and sabotage services. For those unaffiliated, it was a place for easy cash. All they had to do was bet on the fighter they believed would win, and it wasn’t always who everyone thought or hoped would win. The place was so crowded and noisy that Tobias was practically smashed against Grisha as he stood before the registrar trying to shout over the cheers and roars. “I have a fighter to register!” The clerk sat behind a counter protected by steel netting. He was peering at Tobias through a rectangular opening designed for passing money and paperwork. The man leaned further over, trying to see Grisha, but couldn’t see too much of him due to the small size of his window. The clerk sat back in his chair and told Tobias, “He needs a teammate. It’s Team Tuesday!” “What? A teammate? Why?” Tobias thumbed behind him. “This guy could beat any of those guys on that board!” “Yeah, well, he needs a teammate in order to compete. You’re welcome to come back tomorrow when we’re conducting single matches again.” Tobias frowned. They had told Lena that they were only going to be away for one day. Grisha was going to be angry with him if they chose to leave without him getting a chance to fight. Although, Tobias felt Grisha cared more about getting a chance to taste the city food. “What’s wrong?” Mr. Flurry asked. “We need to find Grisha a teammate. They won’t let him compete today without one.” “Dang. I’m sorry. I didn’t know there were special events for the fights.” Tobias sighed and rested his hands upon his hips. He didn’t know what to do. WC: 380 Tagging: Cabin
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Post by Cabin on Oct 9, 2020 7:19:13 GMT -8
The sea air was a nice change to the cold, crisp mountain air that Cabin was used to. He took a deep breath and sank his bare feet deeper into the warm, shallow water. How un-Saiyan-like... he mused, tossing his boots behind him onto the shore, I could stay here forever..."Who needs training when you can live like this!" he shouted to no one, basking in the beautiful sunny day. He had been in the area for some Fishing Tournament, a random situation driven purely by the lucky winds. Not but a few day out of his village as an Elite Scout a man in some small village shouted him down from a booth: ----- Flashback~----- "You there! Yes you!" yelled a man in a cramp and overdecorated stall, filled to the brim with plastic flamingos, inflatable palm trees and even a small kiddie pool filled with white sand they claimed was from a beach in South City. He sat in an faded lawn chair with tacky-patterned shirt and cheap sunglasses. "Care for a free vacation, that's right I said FREE!" Cabin could appreciate a man with passion for his work, but what the hell was a 'vacation?' Was it a food? Maybe a sweet delicacy only found outside Saiyan villages? "This word 'vacation,' what does it mean?" Cabin crossed his arms, curious at the prospect of discovering a new exotic dish. He doubted it could beat the heartiness and flavor of Saiyan cuisine though. The man in the booth let out a loud, perhaps forced laugh and slapped the table, "Oh I hear ya, buddy, nose to the grind, eh? The Fishing Tournament is being held in the Southern Islands, and they're offering a spot to any comers!" He wiped a faked tear from his eye, clearly humoring the humorless Saiyan. "Ah, so it's meal made from fish? Sure, why not? I could use a good meal. Lead the way, fishmonger."----- Scene~----- Cabin took another deep breath and walked out of the water. He stretched for a moment before putting his boots back on and making his way to a nearby pier. Perhaps I should get in some training, lest the Scouts think I've gone soft when I returned. He clenched his fist and opened it slowly. Yes, he was feeling relaxed and limber, it was a perfect time to find a fight. But first, a meal and warm up. Lowering himself into a starting position, he bounced on his toes for a moment before giving a mighty push and heading full sprint through the packed seaside streets, easily bounding over obstacles and side-stepping pedestrians. He chuckled softly to himself, "Pitiful weaklings, this is no effort for a Saiyan warrior!The Saiyan landed heavily on top of a mailbox and quickly kicked off again, sending letters flying in all directions as Cabin soared several feet into the air. One thing he had to praise the Earthlings for, their large signs made it easy to navigate such a densely packed area. Spotting a sign for a seafood-theme eatery, Cabin rotated in the air, and after landing with enough force to kick up dirt and trash on the street he leaped off towards the large and welcoming sign. ----- A few hours later...----- Cabin picked his teeth with a long fish bone, letting out a satisfied belch and reclining back in his chair. Stacks of bowls and plates sat before him on the table, precariously leaning every which way. A timid waiter hurried to the table, removing plates and stacking them on a large round tray and carrying them away. Cabin stuck a hand under his armor and pulled out a thick wad a zeni, unceremoniously tossing it onto the table and stepping away. He stretched for a moment, punching empty air then posed with a grin. A proper meal for a Saiyan, he decided and proudly walked out of the establishment. Now it was time to find this 'underground' he kept hearing whispers about.
PL: 975 WC: 663
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Post by Cabin on Oct 9, 2020 7:20:57 GMT -8
Cabin hovered near the entrance of this peculiar 'underground.' It was indeed underground(he had assumed it was one of those silly Earthling 'metaphors') and Cabin wondered how they were supposed to fight in such cramped quarters. He could easily jump and reach the ceiling only a few meters up. He scanned the small area and grimaced. None of these so-called warriors could match up to his power. It seemed that Earthlings in their natural states were utter weaklings, even the strongest among them barely gave off a noticeable energy signature. He sighed, "What a shame, no worthy fighters. This should be an easy victory." He turned and left the crowded ringside and looked for registration. Cabin's jaw nearly hit the floor when he say the body that stood near the steel-caged desked. Easily the largest person he's ever seen, Cabin couldn't help but stare. Cabin was small for a Saiyan, but still a good size and thick with muscle, but this man would put anyone in his village to shame. He had no idea warriors of this caliber existed outside, and in this moment he was overjoyed to be out in the word. If this was but one man, what other great fighters might he come across? What sort of fighter might he become himself? Overhearing the huge man's plight, a grin spread across his face. “We need to find Grisha a teammate. They won’t let him compete today without one.” Cabin stepped forward, tapping a clenched fist to heart and giving a short bow, "Hail, fellows! It would seem I too need a partner for this bout." Cabin extended an open hand to the other group, a curious Earthling custom for greeting but very forward and to the point, and forced his best smile for them, "I am the Elite Saiyan Scout, Cabin."
WC: 306
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Post by Grisha on Oct 9, 2020 10:45:42 GMT -8
At Cabin’s greeting, Tobias turned his head to regard a young man who was bowing before them. He spoke strangely, and it wasn’t until he identified himself as a Saiyan that he realized the shorter man was another Grisha—Saiyan. Saiyan; this was the second time he heard it mentioned by someone else. Tobias took the young man’s hand and tensed a little in startle at the muscles he felt. The red-headed Saiyan had a very misleading face. He looked boyish and innocent, but his rough hands said otherwise. No wonder he was at the tournament. Tobias forced a friendly smile as he shook Cabin’s hand. “An Elite Saiyan Scout, huh? Are you in the military?” Tobias questioned before he lightly nudged Grisha in the stomach. “Hey; there’s another one of your relatives here. Say ‘hello.’” Grisha had been zoned out. The noise around him was muted as he inhaled all the delectable odors that filled the small space: hot dogs, burgers, nachos with cheese, funnel cakes, elephant ears, and other artery clogging delights. He was starving, and Tobias didn’t stop to let him eat prior to the tournament. He complained about not having enough money or something. The nudge he gave to his stomach caused it to growl in agitation. If it wasn’t for the noise already filling the underground, it would have most certainly been heard by a significant amount of people. Grisha’s eyes felt heavy and stomach felt stretched like a rubber band. His grey eyes peered down, and then he had to tilt his chin to see the tiny, red fellow. “Tiny,” Grisha immediately said, his brows raised and eyes wide in surprise. Tobias stiffened and whirled to give Grisha a panicked look. “Grisha; that’s your teammate!” A tickled grin spread on the giant’s face as he pointed at Cabin and named him, “Tiny brother!” Barlei was Little Brother and now Cabin was Tiny Brother. Everyone, regardless of their size, was “small” to Grisha—even those taller than him. Finding another one of his kind made him briefly forget about his hunger. He always got so excited when they found more Saiyans. Grisha retracted his point, his digits curling to form a large fist that he squeezed the air out of. “Two brothers win!” “That’s the spirit!” Tobias cheered. Yes; he wanted Grisha and the little guy determined to dominate the tournament. It only meant more money! Everyone would probably think that Grisha looked like a caveman and Cabin looked like a kid. They probably wouldn’t take them seriously and bet on their contenders. Tobias’s eyes were twinkling with greed. He could just see the money flowing. Tobias faced the clerk and slapped his hand upon the registrar counter. “We have a teammate. It’ll be him!” Tobias pointed behind him at Cabin and the clerk peered through the window gap to regard him. Poor kid, he thought. While the big one might actually stand a chance, the little one might not. He hated seeing overconfident kids in the underground. They always got beaten badly and sent either to the hospital or to the next world. The clerk sighed and straightened in his chair. “What are their names?” “Cabin and Grisha!” Tobias answered. “Aliases?” Tobias blinked. “What?” “You know, another name they’re known as like Skullcrusher or The Cyborg.” “One moment,” Tobias said. He turned back around to face Cabin and Grisha. He pointed at Grisha, “I know you’re White Lion.” “Yes!” Grisha enthusiastically agreed. He then looked over at Cabin. “You have a battle name besides Cabin?” WC: 589 Tagging: Cabin
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Post by Cabin on Oct 11, 2020 13:58:32 GMT -8
Cabin kept his smile up as he shook the man's hand, "Something like that, I suppose. We are elite mercenaries sent out to..." He stopped himself. Stupid, stupid, they were a hidden village for a reason. He widen his now obviously fake smile, "Yes, I'm in the military."Taken aback at first by the accusation of "tiny," Cabin decided it best not to push the issue with the giant. He simply put on his best smile and nodded, "Indeed, uh.. Giant Brother, they'll see the might of Saiyans!" Cabin had always had a flair for the dramatic and he had to make sure he made his vilage looked good while he was away. After all, he was something of a diplomat in addition to his role as a warrior; he was expected to make allies and bring something worthwhile back. What better than another powerful Saiyan warrior? His attention turned to one of the massive man's entourage, excitedly announced they were ready to enter. Skullcrusher, eh? Sounds kind of nice, Cabin mused. He had never thought to take an alias before, why would he need one? All should know his name and fear it. "While the White Lion sounds nice, I need no alias. Cabin is fine." The clerk sighed and shook their head, "Really, kid? Every good fighter has a name."Cabin frowned and thought for a moment, then a smile broke out on his face as he recalled the nickname Grisha had given him, "Big Red will do." He chuckled softly to himself, clearly amused at his own little joke. "The White Lion and Big Red. Hmm... Yes, I suppose it will do."He gave the giant another once over, and smirked to himself. Clearly the larger man was on a much different level than him at this time, so he formulated a plan. Maybe it best to let him lead, and shore up the edges? Use ki blasts to stagger his opponent while Grisha tore them apart? He bowed shortly to the clerk, "I thank you for your assistance, Earth-man. When shall the bout be?" The clerk sighed and pointed toward around a corner, "That way, 'round the corner, you'll find the ring-side waiting area. Just stay there, don't make trouble 'til they call your name." Cabin bowed again, "Much obliged, I will remember you in my victory."Cabin turned back to the entourage, "Shall we?"
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Post by Grisha on Oct 14, 2020 22:21:36 GMT -8
The clerk gave Big Red a strange look. His dialect was odd. Grisha was grinning in amusement at Cabin as he dwelled on his moniker. Big Red…Grisha hadn’t ever called anyone big before. As simple-minded as the giant was, he had understood the joke and was willing to go along with it—possibly even permanently. Grisha’s grin then fell from his face when he watched Cabin bow to the clerk. He had never seen anyone do that before. When Cabin faced the group, Tobias approached him and Grisha. He stretched out his arms as though to draw them into a huddle. “All right; I’m not going over to the ring-side. That’s for you both. Mr. Flurry and I got business out here. Now, Cabin, seeing as you’re a Saiyan like Grisha, I have only ever seen the big guy do some superhuman stuff. You might be facing normal humans. Try not to get too excited and kill someone,” Tobias coached. Grisha held up the OK sign to Tobias and acknowledged, “No crush!” Tobias narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Grisha, causing a sweat bead to descend the side of the giant’s head. He then stepped closer to Cabin, and if Cabin allowed him, he turned the young man so their backs were facing Grisha as he warned him, “Grisha is a nice guy; but as I’m sure you can tell, he’s not exactly right in the head. It’s a long story. I think you’ll be okay, but if you see him getting angry or frustrated, try to calm him down or things could get ugly.” Tobias then straightened and held a thumb up to Grisha and Cabin. “I’m counting on you two. Try not to end the fight too quickly. People are here to see a show!” Grisha returned a thumb up with a smile. He then grinned over at Cabin. “Big Brother let’s go!” After a few minutes of waiting, the ring went black. Two lights flashed and two beams started swirling the ring as the announcer started his riling introduction: It’s time to announce our next competitors. Hailing from the Wolf Fang Style School of Martial Arts, a black belt and specialist in the art of remaining undefeated in this tournament so far. Standing at 5’8” and weighing 175 lbs we have the Southern Fang; The Great Predator; The Punishing Fist! Johnny YIIIIIIIIIIII~N!The crowd cheered as the stage lit up. The fighter emerged kicking and twirling before showcasing a series of clawed swipes. He finished in a stance, his fingers curled like claws and a long, proud smirk quirked on his face. Telling from his physique, he was in great shape and wasn’t going to be a pushover who didn’t know his way around a ring. WC: 457 Tagging: Cabin
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Post by Cabin on Oct 15, 2020 15:59:22 GMT -8
"Indeed, Earthling, you need not worry. I will calm the giant if it comes to it. And we will put on the greatest show these mere humans have ever seen!" Cabin laughed aloud, clearly excited by the prospect of battle, just as all Saiyans were, [darkgreen] " Yes, Giant Brother, let's go!"[/color][/b] ----- The first competitor came to the stage, and Cabin looked him over with a scoff. He was obviously a well-trained fighter, but he looked to be the kind of fighter who only knew the ring. In other words, he wasn't a true warrior. He did a few fancy kicks and flips, but Cabin only rolled his eyes at the display. A warrior has no need of showmanship. His fighting is all the show they needed. "And introducing his partner! Speed and precision are one thing, but when it comes to the Tank, it's all about raw power! Standing at an incredible 8feet tall! From the vicious wilds of the Northern Lands, uhh... (Oh, you've got to be kidding) FRANKLIN!!!"The foot falls shook the ring like thunder as the massive figure defended the stage. Dark grey, leathery skin stretched over huge bulging muscles stomped it's way into the ring, giving what Cabin guessed was his version of a roar, all to the applause of the crowd. He flexed his muscles, and thrust his nose-horn into the air before giving another 'roar.' Cabin smirked, playfully nudging Grisha with his elbow, "Seems like he may crush back, eh?" Someone standing next the ring motioned Cabin forward and pointed him the stairs. "And now! Their opponents! First up is a newcomer, calling him Big Red Cabin! Strange name, but we let the fighting do the deciding, not the name! Standing... Smaller than the other fighters. Hailing from... the announcer leaned down to Cabin to whisper in his ear, "Say kid, where are you from, anyway? "None of your damn bus--" "HAILING FROM PARTS UNKNOWN, BIG RED CABIN!""That's not my name, and you damn well know it!" The crowd gave a chuckle, but Cabin only crossed his arm, determined not to let them get a rise out of him. He'd just have to show them. Instead, he turned his back on his opponents in a sign of disrespect, a smirk drawn across his lips as he watched his battle partner ascend the stairs to his own introduction, hopefully a little less embarrassing than his own.
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Post by Grisha on Oct 16, 2020 11:13:20 GMT -8
It looks like we’re going to be having a battle of the titans tonight folks! We have a second giant to enter the ring from what may be the arctic as well! Hey! Maybe Franklin and this guy know each other?The crowd chuckled, and the announcer continued, A man who looks like he was raised with wolves. He calls himself the White Lion. GRIIII~SHAAAA~!The large Saiyan was gazing up at the ceiling as he entered the ring, wondering where the big voice was coming from. It knew his name. He stopped next to Cabin and looked around at all the criminals, gamblers, and businessmen who were cheering and trying to figure Grisha out. He stood before them wearing the furs, leathers, and steel of his village. The audience was wondering if a wrestler or cosplayer had walked onto the stage. Meanwhile, Mr. Flurry and Tobias were listening to the betting competition. That little guy’s gonna get murdered.Did somebody think this was a joke? Who’s the wild man?Tobias couldn’t help the sly grin that unzipped on his face. They were going to start betting against Grisha and Cabin as he predicted. I might actually leave rich…, Tobias thought. He wondered what Lena would think when they all returned with loads of money. “I wouldn’t be worried about everyone else,” Johnny taunted Grisha. “I’m the one who’s gonna end your career.” Grisha was still frowning as he glanced around, absorbing all the various voices. How could anyone think with such noise? Johnny scowled when he realized Grisha wasn’t paying attention, “HEY IDIOT! ARE YOU RETARDED OR SOMETHING?” The Saiyan turned a single grey eye in Johnny’s direction, giving him an intimidating side glance as his nose wrinkled like the snout of a beast and lips pressed tightly together in a glower. Who did this little man think he was shouting at him? The sudden roar from the big, grey one caught Grisha’s attention, causing him to turn his head in the hulk’s direction. He bucked his horn into the air before he bellowed once more. Grisha recalled what Cabin had told him. Grisha’s lips rolled back as he presented his teeth like a ferocious animal and brought his fists to his chest, hammering them against the hard, rippling muscle there in a similar manner to a certain apex predator he had slain. Grisha then threw wide his arms and roared back at the rhino, “RAAAAAAAHHHHH!” The crowd instantly went berserk with excitement, apparently enjoying the flex that was happening between the two giants. WA-HA-HO! What do we have here? Was that a returned challenge? We have two animals in the ring folks. I thought this match was going to be man vs beast, but I stand corrected!“HEY!” Johnny yelled at Grisha. The Saiyan’s eyes had shrunk wildly. The tense beads rolled over to Johnny as the black belt shouted, “You’re mine!” He didn’t want to fight the pipsqueak. He wanted to beat the giant. Things are heating up folks! Let’s get this match started already!A plump man wearing a black and white striped shirt cautiously stepped between the two groups of fighters. He turned to Cabin’s team, and then turned to the other team before he stated the rules, “Anything goes. If you kill each other, don’t make a mess.” Tobias’s face paled and mouth dropped. What? He then nervously looked at Mr. Flurry and chuckled, “I think I misheard what that referee said? Did he say kill?” Mr. Flurry grasped his chin and hummed. “I don’t remember hearing about this.” “Flurry! If Lena found out that I took Grisha to a death match, she would kill me! How could you leave out that information?” Mr. Flurry smiled weakly. “I am an old soul, y’know.” Tobias clapped a hand against his forehead, and then desperately started running toward the side of the ring. He tried to shout for Grisha and Cabin, whoever would hear him first. “Grisha! Don’t kill! Hey! Cabin! CABIN! Don’t let him kill!” Grisha’s bestial glare left his face when he straightened from his arms-wide stance. He frowned in confusion as he thought he heard someone familiar. Grisha glanced over his shoulder and searched the numerous faces until he noticed Tobias. The referee swung his arm in a downward chop and initiated the match, “FIGHT!” Johnny swiftly charged Grisha. There he went again not paying attention. “I’m gonna make you regret it!” he growled. Don’t kill!Grisha frowned. He could barely hear him over the noise. He then watched as Tobias’s eyes suddenly grew in size and he pointed passed Grisha at something. Before Grisha had a chance to look, the instep of a foot struck the side of his right knee. Johnny grit his teeth in what looked like pain for it had been like kicking a tree trunk. His kick got Grisha’s attention. When the giant’s eyes fell on him, Johnny felt his body tense as he knew he couldn’t afford to get grabbed or struck by the giant. He was larger, which meant, he was slower. He had to bring him down to his level if he wanted to finish him off. What better way than to go for the balls! Johnny’s leg had retracted and his foot thrust out for Grisha’s crotch. Johnny’s leg stopped, and he blinked a few times to see the giant’s hand suddenly gripping his leg. The black belt paled. He hadn’t even seen the giant’s hand move. Grisha’s brows were raised in startle. That was close. A flashback from the time Lena had struck him in the nuts played in his head. It had been an accident, but Grisha would never forget it. He was quite familiar with that pain. After grabbing Johnny’s leg, Grisha grinned wickedly. Johnny could see vengeance gleaming in his eyes, and he feared his own crotch not surviving a kick from the neanderthal. He frantically waved his hands, “WAIT, WAIT, WAIT! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!” “Hm?” Grisha said as his smile smoothed back into a frown. Johnny clapped his hands together in prayer and ecstatically bowed his head until his hood fell off. “I am sorry! Please forgive me. I won’t let it happen again.” Grisha felt a little confused. Wasn’t he in a fight? The bad guy had apologized. The giant scratched his head as he recalled Lena telling him to apologize when he had made a mistake. The human could have made one. Grisha released Johnny’s leg, and an impish smirk cocked on the black belt’s face. “NO GRISHA!” Tobias tried to yell over the crowd. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” “Moron!” Johnny exclaimed. “CROSS SLASH!” Johnny’s hands rapidly crossed and three glowing streaks of light clawed Grisha’s stomach up to his chest. Grisha crossed his arms before his face, catching the slashes meant for it against his forearms. “SUCKER!” Johnny yelled. “WOLF MAW!” The heels of his palms came together and his fingers curled like the teeth of a wolf as he thrust both of them between Grisha’s legs. Grisha’s mouth fell open. Why? Why would anyone do that? Heck, why did Lena do that? The giant buckled, tears were gleaming in his eyes, and Johnny brought his knee rising to connect with Grisha’s chin. The collision caused Grisha’s teeth to crash together. “I finally got you where I want you!” Johnny yelled. Grisha bared his teeth in pain as his knees dropped to the floor. Grisha couldn’t stop grabbing his nethers as the pain continued to radiate. Johnny took advantage of the giant’s lowered position. He performed more of his cross-slash combo as glowing claw marks covered the Saiyan’s face. “I’m gonna rake your face off!” Johnny shouted. Tobias started grasping his hair. Was he losing? He should have never brought him here. Grisha was too naïve for a fight as dirty as this. He only hoped that Cabin wasn’t so gullible and could help even the odds. WC: 1,322 Tag: Cabin
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Post by Cabin on Oct 16, 2020 16:08:49 GMT -8
"What? Where is the sense in holding back?" Cabin demanded from Tobias as the man pleaded. Awaiting an answer, the bell rang and Cabin felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, "BETTER PAY ATTENTION, SQUIRT The monster-man shouted while lifting the limp Cabin off the ring floor by the arm. "Didn't you hear, the match started." He struck Cabin with a solid blow to the body then tossed him aside with a laugh. Cabin gasped for air and rolled on the mat for a moment, trying to regain his sense of being. It felt like a thick fog lay over everything and he struggled to see Grisha or his opponents through it. He could feel the ground shaking as Franklin approached, and a large hand broke through the fog to deliver a hard straight punch once again. Cabin howled as he flew backwards, but rotated in air and land with a skid. At least that hit knocked some sense back into him, and he could feel his rage rising. He turned back just in time to see Tobias shouting as Grisha took a direct hit to the business. He would have winced in solidarity, but Franklin was on top of him once again, leaping through the air with both fist held together, intent on hammering Cabin into the ring floor like nail into a board. Without thinking, he dove towards the huge beast, rolling between his legs just as he landed and quickly hopping back to his feet. He took a quick, breath and delivered a series of strikes to lower back. Kidney punches were known to take out even veterans, but in this case, not rhino-men it seems. The towering beast only chucked but Cabin wasn't down. If Johnny was going to fight dirty, then so would he. A small bead of pure green energy formed in his hands and quickly grew to the size of the baseball. With a quick motion, Cabin jabbed forward, exploding the ball of energy where the sun doesn't shine. "Ooooh, and looks like we've already got some dirty tricks coming out! These fighters really want to win, huh folks?"Franklin jumped away, a small fire caught on the edges of gigantic shorts, and a blast mark clearly visible on his rear. It wasn't much, but it would buy him enough time. Cabin shot across the ring to Grisha's side, coming to a sudden stop as his extended foot connected to Johnny's head and sent him tumbling. Maybe paying attention was good advice. "Look alive, brother. They do not fight honorable as we Saiyans do." He extended a hand out to Grisha, and if he took it, would help the giant lug to his feet the best someone of his size could, "You're friend said no crushing, but how do you feel about tearing?" He shot Grisha a cheeky grin, and leapt forward to meet Franklin again, who came run-stomping across the ring in fury. Cabin raised his arms to each side, forming the same green energy in his palm once again. He clapped his hands together, pulling the energy between his hands. It sparked and shot between his palms like lightning, cracking and popping with power. With a great battle cry of "SHANTY SURPRISE!" Cabin begin to throw the energy with all of his force. The energy swung in wide arcs, stretching out into long, glowing crescents that sizzled through the air. "RRRAAAAAAAGGGGHHH!" the grey giant screamed as the green crescents sliced and burned through his legs. With a grunt of pain, he fell to the ground, clearly caught off guard by the ki manipulation. "Grisha! Switch!" Taking advantage of the giant's crippled status was paramount, and if anyone could knock the great beast out cold, it was going to be the massive pissed off Saiyain. If Grisha heard his call and took over, Cabin would spin on his heel to meet and intercept Johnny, who would surely not let Grisha disengage at the drop of a hat.
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Post by Grisha on Oct 18, 2020 22:22:25 GMT -8
There were red slashes crisscrossing Grisha’s face by the time Cabin kicked Johnny off. The Saiyan was still clutching his tenders, bowing his head as all the noises from the crowd cheering, screaming, and demanding for more bloodshed swirled about him. He could hear Johnny shouting angrily for having to face the small, but more agile opponent. “What the! No! Outta my way shrimp!” Johnny snarled. This kind of fighting was different than what Grisha was used to. He had always fought to survive and majority of the time it involved killing. Tobias could see that Grisha was having a hard time getting back up. He didn’t think it was entirely due to his balls getting destroyed in that last attack, but maybe he didn’t know what to do. He had told Grisha not to kill anyone, and this was Grisha’s first unofficial tournament. This was his first-time fighting others for sport. Tobias was already regretting his decision to enter the giant into the competition, but now he had to get him and Cabin both out alive. If Grisha didn’t get up, then Cabin’s attack would be in vain. Tobias managed to shove and squeeze his way to the front. He could see through the whirling hologram barrier Grisha’s back. Ah ha ha ha! The big guy is done! a girl laughed around him. I thought he would have put up a good fight.Tobias frowned. One day when he would reflect on this moment, if someone told him that he would one day support Grisha and mean it, he would have never believed them. He and Grisha were always at each other’s throats, but when Tobias heard all the insults and laughter occurring around him because the Saiyan was in pain, he took it as though these people were making fun of one of his children, and he was that father who wanted his son to beat the shit out of the school bully rather than take the beating. Tobias’s face flushed red and he yelled as loud as he could muster over the wave of noise. “GRISHA! GET UP!” Tobias saw the giant slowly turn his ear in his direction as though he could hear him. “YOU’RE ANGRY! GOOD! NOW CRUSH THEM!” Angry was an understatement. When the Saiyan raised his head, his irises had vanished into a dim blaze of surging ki. It was the ki that burned inside him and never could escape. His black brows had converged hard and his lips rolled back presenting his fangs. The short blades of his hair stood on end like the hackles of a wolf, and his tail flicked out, puffing in his rage. Grisha slowly rose to his feet, one foot at a time. The video cams zoomed in on his furious face. WOAH! Someone is pissed folks! The lion has been poked enough!The hulking, rhino beastman was gazing across the ring at Grisha. For some reason, gazing upon him triggered his fight or flight, like there was something about him he couldn’t consciously detect but his animal instincts could. Run! His ears instantly perked and his eyes widened. Grisha threw wide his arms and tossed his head back as he bellowed his anger and frustration on decibels that caused the crowd to hush in shock for ten seconds. Grisha then leaned forward, lunging into an all out sprint toward the downed beastman. Frank, who was still grasping his legs, held up his hand as he panicked, “No, no, no! Wait! Wait! Wait!” The Saiyan didn’t give the rhino any mercy. All his anger was pumped into a fist that swung upwards. Frank attempted to guard his face with his arms, but the strength that traveled through Grisha’s fist sent a shock through his arms, forcing them apart. The Saiyan’s fist drove up against the rhino’s chin, carrying the behemoth into the air. Like a rocket, the crowds' eyes followed the gray mass that was sent soaring into the tournament ceiling. The rhino’s head shattered it, its horn pinning it to the roof like a pin. Dust and cement fragments dumped onto the ring floor. HOLY CRAP! the announcer exclaimed. I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS FOLKS!The crowd erupted in wild, sadistic exuberance. Grisha, who was still angry, peered up at the dangling creature, baring his teeth like an affronted dog as his tail swished back and forth. Tobias grinned and pumped a fist. “That’s my boy!” he cheered. WC: 744 Tagging: Cabin
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Post by Cabin on Oct 21, 2020 14:19:44 GMT -8
Cabin suffered under a deluge of punches, his forearms crossed in front of his face to block blows to the head. Bruises were already forming and clearly visible. He was slowly losing ground to Johnny, whose barrage seemed endless at first but was showing signs of slowing after a full 15 seconds of steady hits. The older man was clearly a more skilled technical fighter, no doubt a master of his craft in his own right, but Cabin held steady and absorbed the punches. Saiyan blood was heated and forged in life or death battles, but he did not consider this on the same level. One survived in the wilds, through countless battles and ambushes, by keeping a clear head. No man could keep up this kind of pace and not exhaust every bit of energy. Perhaps Johnny thought since he had momentarily stunned Grisha, he should make fast work of a runt like Cabin. Combat was about training and patience. Cabin wasn't much of a melee fighter, his specialties lied in ki manipulation, but he had been in enough scraps, fights and battles to handle himself. In an ambush, sometimes the difference between life and death would be what a ring fighter would consider a dirty move, but removing any opposition benefited you. You didn't have to kill someone, but say for instance, take out their eyes and you remove them from a fight all the same. This was Cabin's plan in this moment as well. The roar from Grisha shook both the fighters, but it was the perfect moment to strike. "Surprise again." Cabin slipped around Johnny, forming a ki ball in the palm of his hand and thrusting it into his face.With a small pop, it exploded with enough force to knock Johnny backwards. Johnny skidded to a halt only a few feet away, furiously wiping soot out of his eyes and away from his face. He snarled furiously at Cabin, " What the hell did you do to me, runt?" Cabin froze. His size was something he sensitive about, and he felt he had been picked on all day by those unimpressed by his stature. Johnny furiously leapt forward, snapping jabs at Cabin's face and neck. "I'm going to kill you, small fry!" "Shut your mouth!" Cabin spit back, raising his hands in the classic clawed Saiyan fighting pose. Both the fighters were getting angrier, but Cabin had the advantage. Rage fueled the fires of Saiyan passion, and rather than lose himself like most, Cabin could feel his vision hone in and focus. Time seemed to slow down around him and Johnny approached at a much more manageable pace. His eyes were still red and puffy from the previous attack, and his blows were sloppier than they had been before. The first strike came up and was slapped away, the second came lower and was blocked with a flat palm. Johnny growled and spun on his heel, looking to deliver a hard kick to the body but Cabin brought up his knee and deflected the strike by shattering his foot instead. "You little rat punk!" Johnny hopped on one foot, shouting expletives. Cabin held his left hand towards Johnny, thumb flat against his open palm. With a small grunt he forced his ki out through his palm, an invisible wave that pounded against Johnny, nearly knocking him off his feet. Johnny brought his guard down with a chuckle, "Heh, you think some measly ki--" His word were cut short by a flying knee to the jaw. His pupils dilated in a instant, he was out cold before he even hit the ground. Cabin took a deep breath, and spun around, suddenly remembering he had a teammate and another opponent. But across the ring the was only Grisha, roaring in triumph. Wasn't there another guy? A small piece of stone fell to the floor with a light tip-tap, attracting Cabin's eyes upward where the rhino-man swung from his embedded horn. "Excellent work, Giant Brother! I don't think that counts as crushing, either.." he held up a thumb to Grisha as the crowded came out of their shock and began to cheer the two. "I daresay we make a great team, brother."Well, uhh... That looks like it's it, folks! What a lightning fast match! I don't think anyone expected this!He spotted Tobias in the crowd cheering to Grisha, and pointed him out to over the crowd; "You! Earthman! Why did you not tell us they would be aiming for our genitals? Did you not say there was to be no crushing?"
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Post by Grisha on Oct 23, 2020 2:34:07 GMT -8
The glow slowly faded from Grisha’s eyes the longer he stared up at the unconscious Rhino, beginning to suspect that he wasn’t going to come down from the ceiling any time soon. Grisha calmed, rising out of his stance, while the deluge of cheers and roars surrounded him like ocean waves. The giant didn’t pay much attention to them. He instead heard the praise from his big brother and turned to face him, returning a smile and a thumb up to him. “Good team!” Grisha echoed as he turned to exit the ring. Tobias was caught off-guard when Cabin called him out like a little punk. The older man frowned and opened his mouth to pass on the blame, but then he closed it. He turned his head to regard Mr. Flurry out of the corner of his eye. The old man was hunched over with his hands comfortably folded in the small of his back. It was hard to make out his expression through his bushy brows and thick beard, but from what Tobias could tell, the old man was content and not even thinking about the tournament or the money they had won. With an irritable sigh, Tobias decided to take the blame for him. The old man didn’t need any of that stress at his age. “I didn’t know, but congratulations, you both won,” Tobias finally answered as a discreet smirk pulled at his lips. And I won money…The smile left Tobias’s face when suddenly two men wearing black suits and ties stepped in front of him, blocking his view of Cabin and Grisha. Tobias took a nervous step backward as the men said, “Our boss is impressed with your fighters, and he wants to make a deal.” The men before him did not look friendly. Perhaps they were bodyguards or henchmen for a powerful person? “What does your boss have in mind?” The henchmen pointed over their shoulders at Grisha and Cabin. “Those two appear in a few commercials. You’ll get paid according to the amount of ratings they attract.” Tobias crossed his arms before his chest as he became business minded. “How much are we talking about? Say the commercials get thousands of views.” “You can get paid up to a 100 grand if that is the case.” Tobias grasped his heart, and immediately turned his back on the men as he thought about the cash flow. That money on top of the zeni he just earned at the tournament…they would never have to go hungry again, and the house…they could have an ice mansion. Grisha approached the two men in suits from behind, causing them to turn around and then sweat nervously as they peered up at him. He seemed to be oblivious to the deal that was being made. Cabin didn’t even know Tobias, and Tobias was considering selling him to some shady individuals. “Grisha hungry,” the giant complained. He had been holding out for the duration of the fight, but now he couldn’t stand it. Tobias faced the two gentlemen and grinned slyly. He pointed at Grisha, “If your boss feeds him, then we have a deal. You can have them both in your commercial.” The suits nodded and one of them offered their hands to Tobias. Tobias took it and gave it a shake. “Thank you for your business Mister…” “Winters. Tobias Winters and that behemoth is Grisha, and the smaller one is Cabin.” “Big brother!” Grisha corrected with a grin. “Whatever.” WC: 582 Total WC: 6,019 WC Left: 9,226/10,000 Tagging: Cabin
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Post by Cabin on Oct 24, 2020 11:29:08 GMT -8
Cabin crossed his arms over with a grimace, "Well, no matter. We succeeded and I suppose that's what counts." He had expected the big brute a capable fighter, but he had not expected the two would work together so well, or make such short work of the competition. "That was quite an enjoyable experience, I must sa-" He was cut off by the men stepping in front of him, and he grumbled and insult under his breathe. Cabin nudged Grisha lightly, "Hear that? Someone was impressed by our combat abilities. I should think we'll be rewarded."He unwrapped his tail and stretched all his limbs. The fight had barely been a warm up and his muscles were still aching to be used. His tail perked up when he heard the mention of hunger and he shouted an agreement to Grisha. "And after dinner, shall we spar, Giant Brother? That match left me wanting for more!" He playfully shadow boxed at Grisha, his movements slow and deliberate. "I should think you should feed me as well. As I understand, we stand to make a sum of your Earth-money in the deal?" Cabin adressed Tobias, straight and to the point. The Saiyan didn't believe in mincing words and preferred to address a situation outright. However, seeking to belay any concerns of Tobias' he continued, "Worry not, Tobias Winters, I have no use for your shiny coinage. Saiyan Warriors do not need money when we can take what we want." It wasn't stated in a threatening manner, but rather matter-of-factly. He had always lived off the land or raided what was needed in his home village, they had little use for currency beside of the small amount of outside trading they sometimes used to top up winter stores. He leaned in a little closer to whisper in Tobias' ear if he didn't shy away; "And since they offered to pay, I say we deserve a feast." He grinned knowingly at Tobias before addressing Grisha again; "We eat like Lords tonight, brother!"
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Post by Grisha on Oct 24, 2020 12:26:39 GMT -8
Grisha felt a nudge and looked down at Cabin. The two suits that had been talking to Tobias must have been who Cabin was referring to, though Grisha had no idea who they were or why they mattered. But there was one word at the end of Cabin’s statement that made the giant’s brows perk like the ears of a dog. Reward. “What reward? Food?” Grisha asked curiously. The little Saiyan had a lot of energy and asked to spar his larger brother. He had said after dinner, but when Cabin started shadow boxing him, it made the dark blades of Grisha’s hair raise like hackles as he felt adrenaline beginning to release in his bloodstream. Grisha raised his hands, fingers curled like claws, and palms parallel to each other. He looked ready to clap the smaller Saiyan between them, but every time Cabin punched at him, his fists never connected. An irritable growl left Grisha. Were they fighting or not? Tobias noticed the two horsing around and saw how riled up Grisha was getting. Cabin was clearly playing, but Grisha was too ignorant to notice. He stepped between the two suited gentlemen uttering a quick ‘excuse me.’ His approach drew Cabin’s attention as he demanded to also be fed. Tobias frowned and wanted to ask since when did he become his responsibility, but he presented a good business point. It was both Cabin and Grisha who were going to be bringing in some money for him. “Whatever Cabin. You and Grisha are both going to be treated to dinner by these gentlemen behind me. Just don’t ruin the restaurant or spoil our deal,” Tobias told him. As Cabin happily announced the reward Grisha had been anticipating, Grisha raised his fists in a cheer and exclaimed, “YEAH!” Tobias turned to the suits and asked, “Where do you plan to take these barbarians?” “Only to one of the finest restaurants. The Aroma,” one of the suits replied. Tobias gave the two a long stare before he snickered and broke into laughter. The suits frowned at Tobias’s reaction, feeling offended. Was The Aroma not good enough? Had this bumpkin known of a better place they were unaware of? Tobias fanned at the two dismissively, “Yeah, you’re wasting your money and that place probably wouldn’t be able to feed those two.” Tobias grasped his chin as he recalled one of the restaurants he had read in the magazine. It was the restaurant that had gotten Grisha’s attention. “A buffet would be better. Those two could eat a bank into debt. I’m saving you money I promise. Speaking of money, I’m about to go pick up mine, and then we’ll be off.” WC: 448 Tagging: Cabin
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