Bad to the Bone(Ryan/Open)

[Maverick Decheil]

The festival had started and the people seemed to be enjoying themselves in the marketplace and streets. Through the crowds a large red-haired man could be seen moving between the people rather skillfully for someone of his size. A mix of races, a mix of cultures, and best of all for the man was that there was a mix of women and booze, nothing could make him happier. Why did someone like him come to a crowded place like this though? He'd heard a rumor that one of his closest friends was gonna be here, so he was gonna greet him in the best way that a friend should.

It was a bit awkward trying to blend in, given that he stood at 6'5 and pretty much carried a large sword with him as well. Of course, this man wasn't one for blending in in the first place, and with that he inhaled deeply before roaring above the chattering crowd. "OI, RYAN, GET YER ASS OUT HERE!" the sheer volume of his voice startled the crowd around him, but he didn't care. Placing his hands behind him, he walked more, this time with a few of the more wary people moving out of his way. An amusing thing he noticed when people got a glimpse of just what kind of man he was really.

Well, not like it mattered, he was here to only see a couple people. One being a friend, the others were the women that he could attempt to get with for now. Which would come once things settled at this shindig, and after he had some drinks with his old friend. Who knew, maybe they could get into another bar fight just for a bit of fun. Fighting random drunks was a good way to pass time, plus when you found a few decent warriors amongst the normal rabble, it could become loads more fun.

[Ryan Green]

Ryan blinked as he heard his name echoing across the festival and in a voice he recognized as well. Maverick Dechell. He hadn't seen Mav in a good long while, and was glad to encounter the man again.

Turning around from where he was, he made his way back towards the origin of the voice, weaving in between the people who were apparently scared of the larger man. Ryan had to stop himself from laughing, it was the typical response to the boisterous man.

Eyes finally settling on him, Ryan waved Maverick over to where he was standing. "Mav, been a while old friend. How have you been?"

[Deity]

"What the hell are you talking about, Dei?!" His voice was young and smooth, like silk or the Spring day's morning light. His gaze? The most vibrant around. The gray-haired adult's one clear blue brow was knit in frustration. A man in a blue overcoat brushed by the surrounding people, attempting to find the two characters his "inside voice" had spoke of. "You've been dead a hundred years, mochacho. Hell if you find anybody you recognize. Got it?" The man known as Deity pushed his way through the crowd and stopped, immediately seeing what his partner was talking about. Those two people, meeting amidst all these people, they did seem strikingly obvious from the rest of the crowd.

"So do you recognize them?" The man, once known as Balthier, had fallen into a tomb in Kakariko, only to find a coffin and a Mask. When he wore the mask, the benevolent spirit inside of it made itself known, and after catching up on what had happened to the outside world in over a hundred years, it had decided to go with B. Under one condition, that was... Balthier had to take the name Deity, as was customary for his host.

And thus, Deity walked through Castle Town, new power surging through his veins. Power of Light and Darkness... and nothing to use it for. But apparently the Mask recognized somebody. Fat chance, Deity thought, but might as well check it out. As if there was anything else to do.

I could have sworn... The low, rumbling voice echoed inside of Deity's mind. The Mask knew many things, ancient history and fighting techniques, and Deity hadn't seen him flounder yet. Was it possible that these were descendants of Deity's old friends? Perhaps?

Psh. Nah.

Deity walked up to the two and waved. "Heya! Sorry to interrupt, but do I know you from somewhere?"

[Maverick Decheil]

It hadn't taken too long for the person he shouted for to come find him, not that it probably would with the way he announced himself. Still, now that the man was here, they could have a grand time, and get things started here. Walking towards the human champion, he extended his fist towards him, as was their greeting between each other. "Been a bit too long, where you hiding yourself these days?" he grinned slightly, and knew just what Ryan was up to, just cause he wandered didn't mean he wasn't up to date about things.

"As for me, I've been good, getting into the same old trouble I always do. What can I say though women, booze, and fighting are my vices, and they all tend to get mixed at bars," he laughed, giving his friend a pat on the back. It'd been a long time since they saw each other, and he had a few surprises to show Ryan the next time they had a spar. Though that could wait til after this little party, "How are things goin' by you?" Might as well catch up on the big things going around here, he didn't pay a whole lot of attention to things, just mostly what affected him and his friends, really.

Then there was another person to come greet them, "I dunno, did we ever fight in a bar? If so, then I probably knocked you around a bit. Other than that, no idea. Name's Maverick though, you?"

[Leviathan]

The Lord of the Sea had for some time now been simply gulping down rampant ammounts of food. Honestly it was amazing that he didn't choke on it all. But go figure there it was. One minute he was eating his own food minding his own business, the next when his hand moved to grab an uncliamed sausage, it was grabbed. He looked at the source of the offending hand, and his own mouth dropped, a bit of chewed food spilling down onto his plate.

It was the owner of the bar. Clearly the man had at this stage realised that Leviathan was not paying for the food that he was consuming, but rather stealing it from the drunken people who had already poisoned themselves to an extent in which they would get no use out of it anyways. This was a sad moment. The man clearly expressed his thoughts in a storm of words most of which Leviathan found offensive to his ears. And then turned on the aggression summoning two large door men to take care of him.

Now one must remember that Leviathan was for all intents and purposes, an animal. He saw that he was threatened and responded. With gusto. The first door man grabbed him by the shoulder, the other aimed to go behind and grip him in a similar manner on the other side. He did not like this, it felt like trapping. Aggression could only be met with aggresssion. Even among the Joor. His mind sunk back into the knowing. To prove yourself dominant you must first dominate those who attempt to dominate you. His own hand moved up and grasped the wrist of the Joor who was attempting to exit him. He clenched.

Strength was one thing that for him came easily. Even in his current unused to state, he was easily three times stronger than a powerful Jul. So when he clenched, the bones strained and then snapped. Causing the man to scream out. This startled those around and had the other door man rush in. With the first (who he was still holding by his shattered wrist) he pulled down, sending the man crashing onto the table head first knocking him out. The next made a move to punch him, just as he was Leviathan turned and stood. The fist crashing against the side of his face.

Now Leviathan was physically strong, but unfortunatly he did not have the defenses in this form tht he would in his true state. That being the powers of dragon hide. But this actually served only to make things worse. The pain, and annoyance that came from the hit of the strong doorman left Leviathan in a state to which would be known from now on as " Rampancy". Berserk. He charged in and tackled the Joor. However his own strength didn't begate his size, so rather than tackle him to the ground.He tackled the Jul forwards like a frieght train. The one minor obstical to that being a well. Window.

They both crashed through the window of the bar. ( The barman got his wish, Leviathan was now out of his establishment albiet at a hefty cost). The man below him was unconcious but Leviathan lifted his fist regardless and brought it down like a mighty hammer upon the face of the doorman. Cracking cheekbones. "R'aghol quahnar queth!". He spoke in his own tongue. Dominating the Jul, as the knowing so required it. One would think that in this stage of rampancy he had fuly devolved into his instincts. But this was not the case. He was still holding himself back from biting into that soft neck flesh.

And indulging his requirement to eat. With one last punch, the mans jaw was shattered completely. And Leviathan stood, fist bloody from both the mans blood and the scratches of his own. He resisted the urge to lick it. Such things would seem strange in this place.

[Ryan Green]

"Hiding? I've been working my ass off dealing with one mess after the other!" Ryan said indignantly, irritated at the accusation that he was being anything less than an ideal Champion for his kind. "First there was this trade embargo with the Zora, then a diplomatic meeting with Princess Zelda to strengthen relations, and finally I had to arrest the Grandmaster of the Hybrids for piracy." Ryan shook his head in disgust. "And apparently one more Leader is involved, but I can't really tell you about all that due to it being an ongoing investigation."

Then, out of nowhere, a newcomer wearing a strange mask came up to them. "Can't say I know you, friend. I am a pubic figure, so perhaps you simply recognize me from there?" Ryan didn't have a problem getting out and getting to know people even if he was a high-ranking official, he could take care of himself if there was any trouble, so he wasn't about to hide in his little castle, unlike some other leaders he could name.


And of course, there was trouble, as usual. Apparently a bar brawl had broken out. He had to grit his teeth in frustration, couldn't he go anywhere without violence getting started? It seemed he was a magnet for that kind of thing. So far it seemed to be one guy against another. For now he simply decided to let the fight run its course, only intervening if it started to look like people were trying to kill each other.

[Leviathan]

OOC: Just a heads up to the other two. Leviathan's human form appears to be in his early twenties.

[Deity]

Deity stopped. He frowned as he felt a rush of emotion from the Mask. Sorry buddy, he thought to the entity that had curled around his own heart. It's been centuries, chief. I don't think you're gonna find who you're looking for. His original person was gone, and now all that was left was the rookie soldier, Balthier, who had taken the mask out of curiosity, not a lust for power. Deity thought about it for a moment: He kind of felt at fault for waking the Mask up from its slumber. Maybe he should have let sleeping bodies lie. Literally.

It's okay, B, he heard the voice like chiming bells within his mind. What good would I be asleep? I'd be about as worthless as Majora, lying around and being lazy. The best I can do is help Hyrule, whatever shape it may be.

Deity smiled at the Mask's words, then frowned. Who the hell is Majora?

A different story for another time.

Deity was about to question his other half, but as he spoke, scuffling broke out behind them and the Deity turned to see some kind of barfight with a kid who looked Deity's age. Jeez... Kids nowadays.

They haven't changed much, B.

No. No they haven't.

"I'm Deity. Nice to meet you."

[Maverick Decheil]

He smirked at Ryan's defending himself, "And yet, a joke goes right over yer head, huh?" Patting his friend, it was amusing to see him get so worked up over something as simple as a joke. "This is why I never deal with politics, it kills any sense of humor ya have," he laughed, shaking his head at Ryan before listening to what all the man has to say. There was far too much crap for him to want to deal with politically as well. This was why he didn't deal with it as well, just a whole bunch of BS being spewed from every direction.

Turning to the guy that had showed up askin' if he knew them, "It's not a big deal, if you wanna hang with us. We're not gonna turn down a bit of extra company." Shrugging, his attention turned to the sound of a brawl as he saw a kid beating on some guy, and not just any guy, it looked like it was the guard of a tavern. "Oi, runt. You went a little bit too far on that guard. He was unconscious, so attacking him was pointless," he shouted, making sure he was heard whether or not the little punk liked it.

Turning away from the punk, he looked back at the other two, "Anyways, let's get a couple of drinks. It's sad that kids have no idea how to act like a warrior these days." Then the man mentioned his name, and Maverick nodded his head, "Nice to meet ya."

[Ryan Green]

"You ingrate, mocking my suffering." Was Ryan's joking reply. "I have to admit, there are times, more than a few, where I wish I could just say screw you to all this political nonsense and just go out killing monsters like we used to." He shook his head nostalgically. "In the end though, I suppose it doesn't matter in the long run. I still kill me some bad guys every once and while, so its all good."

"Nice to meet you, Deity." Ryan said by way of greeting. it was a strange enough name, but Ryan had heard weirder names in his day to not be phased by it. Granted, having the name "god" was odd by most standards, but it wasn't anything to get worked up about.

[Leviathan]

This was most worrying.

There had been a few who had witnessed his ground pound upon the other Jul and not only had they not intervined they had mentioned him by the name of “ kid” and “ runt”. This to Leviathan was rather confusing. Unless he was mistaken in their tongue then kid would have meant infant. Child. Those who had not yet matured. Now the confusing part came in the fact that his body was currently fully developed in both Leviathan form and in human form. So Leviathan drew one scary conclusion. Clearly, years and years of inbreeding amongst themselves had weakened the gene pool of the Jul so much that they had all become mentally retarded. Perhaps however it was not just mental retardation, perhaps it was physical as well. Their eyes being clearly defective and unable to see what was right in front of their faces.

It was a sad sad day for the race of man that such a thing should happen. At least it explained them poisoning themselves. Perhaps the retardation had left them so stupid they had not realised that they were poisoning themselves. Or perhaps they were poisoning themselves as a method of self merciful suicide.

The Jul lying below him Leviathan suddenly felt horrible. Among his kind those who were born with such defects were quickly identified and eaten upon detection. This was not done out of any kind of Malice however, it was a small mercy. The ocean was a harsh place, and creature like this would only serve to harm the race as a whole. So they were eaten to remove this threat to both the species, and to themselves. The Jul clearly however had no such ideas. However if the defect had indeed. Spread as far to have effected them all. Then defective would become simple normality.

This led hi m to further confusion as to just how in their mentally retarded state the Jul were actually able to still rule the seas. So Leviathan was left with a choice. Break his cover and deliver the mercy of his race upon these people now. Or keep his cover and simply feel sorry for them. Fortunately Leviathan was not foolish or stupid. So he decided that it would probably be best if he simply left and said his own prayers for their current sad state of affairs. So when he stood he merely walked past the people who had spoken and enlightened him of the unfortunate fate of the Jul and said.

“ I am so sorry”.

He shook his head, as if speaking to someone who was grieving. Of course, to them it would simply appear as if he was apologising for the display of violence. Although amusingly. This was not the case.

EXIT

[Deity]

(Pass, I'm not sure how to respond to that post... o.o)

[Maverick Decheil]

"Ingrate? Nah, I'm grateful you were the sap that took that job," he laughed, patting his friend on the back. He wasn't gonna lie and say he'd rather have the job, cause he wouldn't. It would be far too restrictive for him and he would probably just end up punching someone or doing something inappropriate. Then that would cause all sorts of chaos, and he really didn't need any of that.

Glancing towards the little punk as he tried to make an apology for whatever, but Maverick would ignore it. He was gonna keep an eye out for that runt from now on. The next time he tried to hurt someone like that, Maverick was going to give him a taste of his own medicine and see how he liked it. As for today, he was just gonna ignore him.

"Well, whatever. Let's get some drinks, who knows, maybe someone will be drunk or stupid enough to start trouble with us," he laughed. Heading through the crowd to the tavern that now had a whole in the place where a window used to be, and called for some medical attention for the guard.

(lul so much irony in Leviathan's post)

[Ryan Green]

"It's not that bad, I just sort of do what I always did, only now I get paid for it and I practically run the government now. All in all, not a bad deal." Complaints aside, Ryan did actually enjoy his role as the Human Champion. Admittedly his title wasn't as glamorous as some of the other Leaders, but that was semantics and dick-waving, and ultimately unimportant in the long run.

"You always are looking for a fight, aren't you?" Ryan laughed at his friend. "Going to be honest here, I could use a brawl, I need to punch someone in the face after all the trouble people have been causing me as of late." violence, despite being frowned upon by the general public, was indeed a great stress reliever. It was sad that so few people appreciated this fact.