Post by Lolo on May 1, 2024 19:51:14 GMT -5
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The opressive heat of the sun bore down on the matted dirt of the makeshift arena as the mid day sun lingered overhead. Reappreciated fencing had been collected and placed in a rather haphazard facsimile of a circle. Stacks of abandoned crates and stray planks of wood surrounded the perimeter of this construction in a sort of seating. It was not Lolo's best work, but any effort to find an underground fighting ring in East City had all but given her a headache at this point, so she opted to create her own and when she was done leave it in the hands of some hapless wannabe.
Not long before the Lamia had created a large supply of, rather poorly made, fliers. Labelled across the top were the words 'Viper Pit Fights' with information as to the location she has planned appended at the bottom of the paper. A very crudely drawn image of two boxers facing off dominated the flier, looking at if it had been drawn in crayon by a child, with just enough detail visible to give the vaguest idea as to what was intended.
"Now we wait...", Lolo would say to herself, taking a seat on one of the rather unsteady benches she had set up. Resting the majority of her serpentine length beneath the wooden construct, the Lamia watched the alleyway leading to the small clearing with interest and a tinge of bored. As time would pass, however, Lolo's eyes would start to narrow as she found herself beginning to nod off.
Not long before the Lamia had created a large supply of, rather poorly made, fliers. Labelled across the top were the words 'Viper Pit Fights' with information as to the location she has planned appended at the bottom of the paper. A very crudely drawn image of two boxers facing off dominated the flier, looking at if it had been drawn in crayon by a child, with just enough detail visible to give the vaguest idea as to what was intended.
"Now we wait...", Lolo would say to herself, taking a seat on one of the rather unsteady benches she had set up. Resting the majority of her serpentine length beneath the wooden construct, the Lamia watched the alleyway leading to the small clearing with interest and a tinge of bored. As time would pass, however, Lolo's eyes would start to narrow as she found herself beginning to nod off.
coded by benetnasch of THQ
Allies:
Lolo - 24,000
39a466
HP: 0/ 250%
WC: 257
TWC: 257
Lolo - 24,000
39a466
HP: 0/ 250%
WC: 257
TWC: 257
Current Multiplier (x1) KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6
Current PL: 24,000
Durability (x1), Raw Talent (x2)
Attacks:
MP: 0/6
Current PL: 24,000
Durability (x1), Raw Talent (x2)
Attacks:
coded by benetnasch of THQ