Post by Zerori and Zriracha on Jan 18, 2022 15:37:38 GMT -5
Zerori Thread PL: 48,500
Zriracha is not present
Zriracha is not present
Standing around with the most inconspicuous trench coat that didn’t really seem to fit her, Zerori was back in Hell thanks to her portal’ing skills and a much needed reprieve from the stress of the mortal realm. As Hellions from all over the place came around to see the fights, taste the forbidden and just enjoy an existence without the Ogres constantly breathing down their necks Zerori had little more than one thing in mind.
She was looking for a fight.
Not anything deadly or crazy - by most Demon’s standards, at least - but something to take the edge off after a talk that went… honestly, par for the course. It was just the tail-end of it that had frustrated Zerori to no end.
”You’re blaming yourself for what happened, I can tell,” Came the cool and absolutely unbidden response from her mother across the room.
“I’m not. At least I wasn’t, anyway,” Zerori grumbled, tinkering with a rather odd-looking amalgamation of metal and wires before hissing in pain as a shock caught her off guard. “Do you mind NOT distracting me?”
“I’m your mother,” Zriracha teased, as if that was all the answer that was needed.
“Maybe THAT’S the problem?!” Zerori snapped back, not catching the hint before she looked over and saw the expression of keen amusement melt away on Zriracha’s face to give way to regret. It was an expression she was seeing on her mother’s face TOO often but instead of apologizing, Zerori carelessly tossed her tool onto the makeshift workbench in front of her and stomped away toward the door. “I’m going out.”
“Zerori-”
The sound of a door slamming was the only response Zriracha would receive.
It was only after dashing through the portal and materializing the most ridiculous trench coat she could think of that the idea to cause some trouble had entered her mind. That was when she spotted the night club/fight club that had begun to call for prospective fighters to entertain the masses. With nothing else better to do, Zerori took to the registration and before she knew it - she was sitting backstage with a newly created ensemble that she was ready to show off. Honestly… she was pretty proud of it too.
“AND NOW! Ready to knock the teeth out of her opponent - RED ZERO G!”
That was her cue. Strutting down the hallway, ready to knock the lights out of the next person that came in her vicinity, Zerori hoped the screams of the ground around her wouldn’t suddenly fade into silence as she approached the stage.
WC: 441
TWC: 441
TWC: 441