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Post by Kluttz on Dec 21, 2017 1:23:22 GMT
Kluttz watched the fights going on, mostly the major league fights. The fight between Empress Zucceta was starting up and he did not like her. “Hmph. More like Empress… Douche.” he muttered, not thinking of a good insult about her.
“Hn. Like really.. She isn’t all that strong… I bet none of those ‘big’ major tiers are.” he continued, having had a drink or 2. He just watched, his own match being a tie, and he wasn’t able to find Turys and talk with her. “... Smile more huh…” he muttered to himself, taking another shot and remembering her advice.
He looked at the glass and gave a smile, seeing himself, then frowning at his average appearance, that comment sticking with him. “Hmph… That fight with Snakki and Jala looks meh… Though, I am curious how Gira is doing… Should ask her… She’ll probably scold me and tease me for a double loss…” he muttered.
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Post by Arlic Valliere on Jan 1, 2018 17:44:34 GMT
"Don't be smack talkin' the Empress that loudly lad." A gruff voice in a seat well, right next to his, replied. Nobody told him he couldn't so he was smoking. The Sheriff did let half a laugh out, so at least he wasn't /that/ kind of Saiyan. "Ya want a fight, I'll give ya one during the breaks." Scouter clicked, and the man let a smile out that wasn't unkind. "I'll wear my weights, good way ta get all that aggression out eh? And all the Major bouters would wipe the floor with my cranky old arse."
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Post by Kluttz on Jan 6, 2018 15:00:42 GMT
“Huh?” Kluttz said, turning to the western looking individual. He looked a bit out of place as if he jumped from a movie set. “Uh, who… Are you…?” Kluttz asked, wondered if the man worked for this ‘SSE’ he’s heard about. “You a part of the… SSE? I think that’s what they're called.” Kluttz asked him.
“And uh, got another cigarette for a guy?” Kluttz joked, kinda wanting one. He was feeling the alcohol already since Kluttz couldn’t handle a drink to save himself. He looked at the sheriff like individual. "You will? Well, alright… I should probably grab my weights but… Them it’d be really unfair for me… A-and really? I mean, Articho is in the high tiers… So yeah, your right. Well, alright! Sure! Let’s go!” Kluttz says excited, getting out of his funk.
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Post by Arlic Valliere on Jan 12, 2018 17:16:51 GMT
The Sheriff grunted, smacking the lad on the shoulder with half a grin. Tugging a battered pack of cigarettes from his duster, handing the kid one, metal hand snapping a few times to spark it to light for the younger fighter.
"Aight kid, my weights won't make a lick o' difference I suppose, but I can lower my power level to exactly yours anyway. No harm no foul aye?" He gave a playful punch on the kid's shoulder before walking off, lifting hand in a two fingered wave. "Let's go find us a nice empty lot eh?"
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