Post by Nabel on Jan 8, 2016 4:34:16 GMT
Riku
[Heavy Weights On]
Base PL: 29,591 | Makyo Star boost: 236,728 | Weighted PL: 59,182
The night in South Capitol was as young as it was busy, and for many fledgling professionals it was high-time to head to a shady bar or fine resto, and indulge themselves in the city's finest and fattiest vices. (After all, why live in the city with the highest crime density in the world if you weren't going to enjoy at least some benefits?) And Nabel was not an exception. Despite being well aware of the responsibilities that came with running a kingdom on the verge of destruction, the demon wouldn't just let the gloom and doom loom over his tired little head like a thundery cloud.
The man was still just a mortal (sort of), after all, and he absolutely needed a way to find some semblance of relaxation in this accursed city, gods damn it. If the place truly was an irredeemable cesspool of bile and corruption, then it had one thing going for it, at the very least: They had a central square that was practically built for a pub crawl. And even if the young king despised this urbanized settlement with a perfect hatred, and carried nothing but loathing for most of its seedy inhabitants, it didn't mean that he'd force himself to fly hundreds of miles to the north just to find a place with a half-decent wine selection. He wasn't dumb enough to do that. His standards were just as low as that of any other alcoholic! Being a demon king didn't set him a part THAT much.
With that in mind, the rag doll of a living being straddled along in the city's dark alleyways, his diminutive, cloaked figure was only barely visible in the dim, dying light of the Red-tinged Makyo Star. A sort of nervous energy surrounded the man, one which he apparently to restrain, as evidenced by the fairly decent power level signature that he gave off. Gleaming purple sparks crackled and emanated through his rotten, tattered skin. The figure seemed to pause routinely, stopping just by the street lamps, where he would dart his single, glowing eye in each and every direction, while the empty socket on the other end dripped with malicious ki. One just had to wonder who or what this man was.
[Heavy Weights On]
Base PL: 29,591 | Makyo Star boost: 236,728 | Weighted PL: 59,182
The night in South Capitol was as young as it was busy, and for many fledgling professionals it was high-time to head to a shady bar or fine resto, and indulge themselves in the city's finest and fattiest vices. (After all, why live in the city with the highest crime density in the world if you weren't going to enjoy at least some benefits?) And Nabel was not an exception. Despite being well aware of the responsibilities that came with running a kingdom on the verge of destruction, the demon wouldn't just let the gloom and doom loom over his tired little head like a thundery cloud.
The man was still just a mortal (sort of), after all, and he absolutely needed a way to find some semblance of relaxation in this accursed city
With that in mind, the rag doll of a living being straddled along in the city's dark alleyways, his diminutive, cloaked figure was only barely visible in the dim, dying light of the Red-tinged Makyo Star. A sort of nervous energy surrounded the man, one which he apparently to restrain, as evidenced by the fairly decent power level signature that he gave off. Gleaming purple sparks crackled and emanated through his rotten, tattered skin. The figure seemed to pause routinely, stopping just by the street lamps, where he would dart his single, glowing eye in each and every direction, while the empty socket on the other end dripped with malicious ki. One just had to wonder who or what this man was.
