Post by Ryuseki on Apr 21, 2023 15:26:41 GMT -5
Shem was no stranger to dog fighting rings. It was an easy way to make an extra few bucks back on the Planet Gemoon. Everybody sent in their regular dogs and wolves, not knowing they were up against a demon spawn. Traveling through the Devil's Hideaway, Okuri-Inu saw a sign post for a "Champions Canine Carnival" dog fighting open call out. "Hah...reminds me of the old days. This should be a cinch," Shem thought.
"Ryuseki hated when I would go off and do these...Oh well. Good thing he's not here to get in the way. Let's find ourselves some trouble," he said to himself.
Walking through underworld marketplaces, he found a tent with "CCC Sign-Ups" drawn on the side. He walked up to the attendee.
"Hey there little guy," the large blue alien said to Shem. "Are you lost? This is a dog-fighting arena but where's your owner? We'll need to find him to sign you up for battle," he said, condescendingly talking to the wolf with a cutesy voice. The tent was empty besides some artistic sculptures made out of bone and wood.
"I'll fuckin' sign myself up," Shem responded, his ability of speech taking the attendee by complete surprise.
"A talking wolf! I've seen it all!" he said. "What's your name, and how much do you weigh, talking wolf?"
"My name is Shem. My weight? I haven't checked in a while...but for now, let's say 135 lbs." he answered.
"Well, you're all signed up! Enter through this door and you'll be in the waiting room. Once your name is called, your match will be up. You can fight as many times as you want, or until you're incapacitated. The pay is 500 Zeni per match, with a .5 multiplier for consecutive wins." The alien put a wristband on Shem and sent him on his way.
Shem entered through a door at the back of the tent, which was a portal to the waiting room backstage area of a seedy arena. It was run down and dirty, but there were plenty of powerful businessmen in its audience.
"Well...here's to another night of fun," Shem thought. He walked through a room of dogs and their owners, not even looking any of them in the eye. He sat in the corner, laid down and rested, waiting for his name to be called.
"Ryuseki hated when I would go off and do these...Oh well. Good thing he's not here to get in the way. Let's find ourselves some trouble," he said to himself.
Walking through underworld marketplaces, he found a tent with "CCC Sign-Ups" drawn on the side. He walked up to the attendee.
"Hey there little guy," the large blue alien said to Shem. "Are you lost? This is a dog-fighting arena but where's your owner? We'll need to find him to sign you up for battle," he said, condescendingly talking to the wolf with a cutesy voice. The tent was empty besides some artistic sculptures made out of bone and wood.
"I'll fuckin' sign myself up," Shem responded, his ability of speech taking the attendee by complete surprise.
"A talking wolf! I've seen it all!" he said. "What's your name, and how much do you weigh, talking wolf?"
"My name is Shem. My weight? I haven't checked in a while...but for now, let's say 135 lbs." he answered.
"Well, you're all signed up! Enter through this door and you'll be in the waiting room. Once your name is called, your match will be up. You can fight as many times as you want, or until you're incapacitated. The pay is 500 Zeni per match, with a .5 multiplier for consecutive wins." The alien put a wristband on Shem and sent him on his way.
Shem entered through a door at the back of the tent, which was a portal to the waiting room backstage area of a seedy arena. It was run down and dirty, but there were plenty of powerful businessmen in its audience.
"Well...here's to another night of fun," Shem thought. He walked through a room of dogs and their owners, not even looking any of them in the eye. He sat in the corner, laid down and rested, waiting for his name to be called.
PL: 2,500
WC: 395
WC: 395