Welcome to the under dome

Braxen turned around "well.... i really cant.... i always am on my guard whenever im around people.... it almost like a habit, i dont really need to relax because im going to be judging the next couple fights which will be stressful" Braxen said with a sigh

 

Mixt "So with that logic what is the point of anyone relaxing ever?"

 

"yes.... for you, but for me i feel that if i relax it will show a break in guard almost like lowering your shield for an enemy... and someone is bound to take advantage of that.... you have seen war... you would know that feeling well" Braxen asked the hardened war veteran

 

takes a piss behind the bar,zips, opens portal and pulls out a bottle of water and soap and washes hands then dries off hands "man....the sooner we get out of here, the better....no bathroom.....oh well, it's time for some enjoyment"walks over to the festival and sees everyone there, and just turns away from the crowd and goes inside the bar allone except for the bartender

 

"It's true that you must be careful" Mixt said "but if you don't let yourself rest and recover then you will bring yourself down. Going back to the shield analogy, if you keep your shield up at all times you will grow tired and won't be able to properly block when the strikes come. And besides, I know you've got several guards stationed around. And if I'm not mistaken you gave them all cuminicators transmitting to an earpiece your wearing and you most likely have a mic somewhere on your person. So let them act as your armor for the time being."

 

"observant one... i see why they respect you" he said surprised at Mixt's knowledge "that is correct, not sure how you know but i will not lie"

 

he sits down on a stool "gimme the usual please....." the demond starts opening the large bottle of wine "sure thing" gives Xambala the bottle of wine "here you go" Xambala takes the bottle "thanks...."drinks

 

Mixt smiled a little "I've seen it countless times. And as an alchemist of war I need to see past what is shown. In other words I need to know more than what is given to me, physically and mentally. Is the armor of the opponent iron or steel? Does the twinkle in their eye mean they have a plan or that they are afraid? Questions like these can win or lose battles, or even wars."

 

"We're actually going to have a party? Wow, that's a first. I wonder what kind of food they have here? It better be ediable," he starred at how much the place had changed. "It doesn't seem like a fighting arena now does it?"

 

"I didn't say that..." Ryxan said.
This man makes up answer's for question's I didn't make...how...'annoying'...was it? He thought quickly.
"What I'm asking, is if I have a chance to work up to the finals..."

The lizard man put away his mic. "What a worthless job," He grumbled. "I'm not even an announcer. I'm just a rhymer. He's the big cheese while I'm moaning please can I have this job!" The lizard man stuffed a waterbottle into his neck. When it was empty, he threw the bottle into a can.

 

Axel smiled somewhat as he lead Demyx to where the food and refreshments were at. All kind of varities to chose from. He saw Mixt and Xambabla going for the alochol, and he thought he would go for it as well. "Yes, this would be great, let's all go get drunk. Yeah that would be fine if I wasn't in this tournament still, but I am." His gaze glanced towards Demyx. "Hey relax. It is a treat so stop worrying and enjoy the festival. The food is good by the way," He had grabbed a pizza pocket. He told him as he then eyed the new guy Ryxan. "Where did you come from?"

 

Larxene sat in a seat near where the drinks are collected, examining a random bottle. "40% vol....sweet..." she smiled, and walked towards Axel and Demyx. "Hi guys." she smiled.

Marluxia sat down, eating a slice of pizza in one hand, and held a small tumbler of whiskey in the other.

 

Ryxan didn't even look toward Axel, still talking to Braxen. "From the suicidal somebody failure, Ryan. That one guy who now get's me to be a failure in this tournament because of his weakness..."

 

Braxen was irritated "well as i said before, it is a closed tournament if you wanted to join, you should have earlier there isnt any way you can work up to the finals"

OOC: as i said before if you are making characters late they will only be able to mingle, not compete

 

And as I said before, Dexnail allowed me to continue in Ryan's footstep's in the competition.

 

Axel noticed Larxene with a volume of a drink in her hands. "Hey, how's it going?" He greeted her. He also eyed Marluxia. "Are you alright.?" He asked him. He turned his gaze on Ryxan. "So you are probably going to try to beat the runner up tournament then? Good luck. You won't be able to go into the finals because some of us have worked hard for it."

 

OOC: i forgot if Ryan made it to the runner up finals....

 

whats been happening so far

 

Xambala starts drinking until he reached half the bottle then started singing "pass around the bottle boys, lets talk about old OLD TIMES, like ROLLIN IN it's COOOLD as sin,here on the well fare line" drinks

 

OOC: there is a party before the finals.