[10th/5th] Week--- Exhibition Match: Raury Feybrand vs Toride Satoru

[Fisher]

Seated comfortably under one of the few trees dotting the area, Raury sighed his contentment. Someone had taken him up on his open challenge. A...Toride? Never heard of the guy. He wondered idly about the kind of personality he would be facing today. Hopefully, someone not too stuffy. The drunk hadn’t had much luck thus far in that area, at least where these fights were concerned.

He glanced down at his stone table, not quite elegant, but a handsome construct. He was glad to see his ability in Godhand refining a bit. Months back, the furniture would have looked lumpier than spoiled cream. As it was, even the chair was fairly comfy. Pleased with himself, he hefted the large gourd seated on the middle of the table, filling a stone cup with the amber liquid.

He sipped idly (Which is to say, imbibed heavily) as he waited for this Toride character to show up.

[155/155]

This fight

Reiatsu: 13,482
~Zhang Xu~ 14,830
Zanjutsu: 8
Hakuda: 9,716
Hohou: 3,750
Kidou: 8



Feats-
[Style] Suiken
[Trained] Empty
[Trained] Empty

Items-
SD Punch ARM
Raury’s Clinging Combustible Cordial


I Rolled 3, Disarm. Which sucks, cause I love my items >: l

 

[Bish]

Satoru walked across the flat island with a bit of a skeptical expression on his face. Up to this point, all of his fights had been very roundabout affairs. Direct confrontation had been scarce. That fog arena haunted his memories, dredging up remnants of the terrible high end spells that had been levelled against him. However, this place seemed so quiet and unassuming in comparison to the other locales he had witnessed during the tournament. It almost reeked of a trap.

Curiously enough, however, that did not stop him from taking a matching seat at the crafted table. The Mystic figured he must have looked something strange after all this chaos. A couple of patches of skin were discolored where the lacerations had been healed but the skin had been forgotten. A tattoo adorned the center of his neck, a sixteenth note surrounded by sound waves. The trademark headphones wrapped around his neck, faintly playing a tune that caused Satoru to subtly nod his head without even noticing.

Gray eyes clouded over with uncertainty as he met the drinker's gaze before speaking.

First the premier swordsman ever to grace the Gotei, then two high-level kidouists... what sort of madness do I face now?

It was that question and that hesitance to believe that he would get a straight fight which colored his face upon encountering the redhead. Just like Morrison's corner of Kosui Shinkouteki, this man rested under the shade of a tree surrounded in the smell of liquor. Satoru was never that much of a drinker, as he had never encountered an alcohol that he personally enjoyed. However, that little voice of inquiry in the back of his head would not allow him to simply pass up the chance to try something new.

"My name is Toride Satoru, Fourth Seat of the Tenth. You must be the infamous Feybrand," he said to the Founder. "Mind if I partake before we get started? It has been a long ass day."

[ 330 / 330 ]

Handicap + info

Not gonna bother posting stats until grades are up because I likely won't be getting to turns until Sunday or Monday. You can safely assume that I have lower everything than you except kidou and (ironically) zanjutsu.

Rolled an Ether as well.

 

[Fisher]

Raury damn near spat out his current gulp, immediately happy beyond reason at the man’s request. Someone actually wanted the goddamn drink. hell, he hadn’t even offered yet. not that he wasn’t going to, but Toride cutting him to the chase was...well, it was fantastic.

“Can ye have a drink?” Raury intoned, setting his own cup down with a sharp slam. “Well, goddamn, mate! Ya give this man ‘ere some hope, fer sure! hah!”

With a broad smile, the drunks hands started diving into a myriad of hidden pockets, each pocket yielding a different bottle, flask or gourd. When the flurry of motion ended, there was a total of six vessels on the table. He divided them up, setting them in a line starting from sweetest to most dry. He looked up and spoke, pointing to each in turn.

“Aiight, mate. We got startin’ from left ta right, Plum wine, then there’s some Tokubetsu Junmai. And ‘ere’s some apple wine, and some dry sake. Then, lastly we got some good ole russian milk I’ve been keepin’ cold with pocket ice, and good ole irish whiskey. If yer a light drinker, I’d suggest somethin’ from the left side. If yer a bit more seasoned, the whiskey is lovely.”

With a wink, he slid one of the earthen cups forward, ready to be filled by the drink of Toride’s choosing.

“Oh, an’ if ya need ice, it’s in the bucket.”

Raury took in the appearance of his soon to be opponent. He had never met this man, but of course he had little contact with the Tenth in the first place. From a glance, the guy looked friendly enough. What was that on his head? He had seen them before...ah, headphones. An Earth thing that supplied music directly to one’s ears. His fairly sharp hearing detected some light sound and distant beats, but he couldn’t garner enough details to give the music a name. Toride sure seemed to be enjoying it, though. Potentially an interesting person.

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[Beaks]

She said nothing as the events began to unfold. After all, who was there to even say them to?

Instead, Mabara Tsubaki contented herself to lean against one of the trees that dotted the landscape and watch in joyous silence. No Adelaide being a conceited bitch. No Kyuketsu pressing the limits of her patience and good graces. Just a fight to watch with no distractions or annoyances.

The woman smiled, taking a quick hit from the flask that had been fished from within her robes.

Life was good.

[88]

 

[Dysney]

Two cats seated themselves next to Tsubaki. One was a large black tomcat while the other was a smaller cat with grey fur and silver stripes. The smaller cat -Adele under her preferred Koutaizumai illusion- nodded respectfully to the former captain and greeted her politely, "Hello Mubara-sama," before turning her attention to the combatants. The Mystic had no real intention of interacting with the other woman, but ignoring her would have been rude. Adele preferred not to be impolite outside of combat situations.

Underneath her illusion, the nekogami raised a brow as Raury offered Satoru a variety of drinks. I wonder what's in the cups, she mused.

Beside her Midnight wrinkled his nose. "I can't believe they're drinking. Alcohol smells terrible," he groused even though only Adele would understand a word he said. Mentally, he grumbled at the fact that there was only one shinigami smart enough to speak Cat and only one other intelligent enough to want to learn it. Stupid soul reapers.

[164]

 

[Bish]

"Ah, you sly bastard!" Satoru exclaimed as he watched the rather insane amount of storage space within Raury's robes.

"What else do you have in there? A tavern, perhaps?" the Mystic joked facetiously as he sat down and took one of the smaller cups. Despite the fact that he rarely drank, the afrogami had a naturally high tolerance for alcohol. There was only one occasion when Satoru was well and truly drunk, and the incident left a sour taste in his mind whenever it came to his memory.

Despite that uncomfortable thought, he smiled at the Founder. Unlike everything else in recent times, this man seemed very down-to-earth and just plain simple. Not stupid. Not unintelligent. But simple. Despite his ever-inquiring nature, even Satoru enjoyed a bit of simplicity here and there to ease the soul.

"You have good taste in apple wine, Feybrand," the Fourth Seat said pleasantly. "Tell me something; how do you fight with all this alcohol hidden in your robes?"

 

[Fisher]

Amused, Raury settled back in his seat a bit, arms resting on outcroppings that sprang from the construct as he made the motion.


“All these years an’ I think yer the first ta ask me that. Well, I’ll be honest, sometimes I take it inta mind, sometimes I don’t.” The Founder grinned wide. “Some of ‘em break, if I ain’t payin’ attention. Others I forget all about until later. But mostly the pockets are pretty smartly made, not entirely o’ my own design. Had some help.”

One of his hands snaked out, choosing the container he had identified as a dry sake.

“An’ in keepin’ with the conversation, what about yer music there? Not distractin’? They don’t get inthe way?”

[121/612]

 

[Bish]

"On the contrary!" he replied excitedly.

The normally intense stare was instead met with a brightness that was only present when he talked about anything music-related. The subtle glow was reminiscent of the lining surrounding silver clouds. It was rare that he got the chance to show off the functionality of his headphones. And by rare, he actually meant never. Because of this, it was with great pride that he mentally commanded the switches on the inside of the band to move.



Then music began to play, but not through the actual cups of the device. The tune slowly began to increase in volume, but the source was seemingly from the Inquisitive himself.

"By playing it through my reiatsu, it permeates my spiritual pressure and functions a lot like background music," Satoru explained. "By doing so, my focus is actually heightened!"

The Mystic took another sip of the mildly powerful drink without so much as a loss in concentration. He was beginning to enjoy himself quite a bit, for it had been a long time since someone started asking the right questions. Raury didn't see it, but Satoru was beginning to feel as though he had found another Inquisitive.

"It's a shame we had to meet like this, Raury," the Mystic remarked. "I kinda just wanna keep talking, because I haven't had a decent conversation in quite some time!"

Also

If you don't mind, I'd like to use updated stats for this fight.