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Prometheus

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  1. Prometheus

    [PP|F09] Hearts of Fire burn true

    Katsuki smiles. “This is a fight in a safe zone.” He looks up at her, “It’s a fight for the hell of punching someone in the face. If you want a fight we can do this the right way. A duel. Winner gets whatever they want.” He drinks his drink, not giving her the satisfaction of looking her in the eyes. “It’s not worth my time otherwise. Neither of us can lose, neither of us can win. A tie is losing for both of us.” He sits and looks at his drink when she calls him a prep kid. Damn she’s good. His hand under the table balls into a fast, his cocky grin disappeared as he looks at her. “I’m not a prep kid.” He hates that. Of all the things you could call him, preppy is the worst. His hand comes up and slams into the table, his arm bending and moving across it like someone sweeping the stuff off before a night of passion, but his elbow raises up. A six to twelve elbow uppercut was sure to at least come close to hitting the woman. “I respected you. You had to go and call me that, now I can’t respect you.” His arm slides across the table as he picks it up and moves it out of the way. “Let’s make the square.” He laughs, preparing himself for a fight. @Embers
  2. Prometheus

    [PP|F09] Hearts of Fire burn true

    Prometheus raised his arms, brought his hands together, and dropped them with a mighty push downwards. “Close but no cigar.” He looks at her, having pushed her arm down and to the right as he spun to the left. His breath heavy and his face stone cold, he sits down in a chair. “I think we should stop. You win, so you have my respect, but why tire ourselves out for the same outcome?” He signals to a chair across from him as he tries to recuperate. His hand slides down and grabs the drink on the table that he didn’t order as he takes a sip. “We know you’re gonna win, so why waste our valuable time? I could be out throwing little people around but instead I’m here trying to hook up with the second hottest girl I’ve ever seen.” He puts a regular cigarette in his mouth and lights it, inhaling its sweet flame as he leans back and waits for her response. “Maybe instead of fighting, we could spend our valuable time doing something else.” He puts the cigarette out on the table, as it explodes into a million little pieces. I hate those things but I’m running low on cigars and those help with dramatic timing. He watches her, wondering how he can accomplish his goal. @Embers
  3. Prometheus didn’t know what was more shocking, the punch or the kid’s analysis of the situation. The boy thought he could tell Prometheus what to do? Well tiny, someone’s either got a pair or a deathwish. The difference is whether or not he can back up his talk. “Did you just call me bud?” He looks at the kid with a tilt of his head. Nothing especially intimidating about him. Definitely not y’all enough to stand a chance. Especially not against me and Embers. Long story short, this kid is in over his head trying to step between red and I. Maybe he could take me, but not if Embers is trying to get to me as well. And if he goes for Embers first I’ll make sure to stop him dead in his tracks. If I’m fighting Embers, it’s gonna be one on one. “Listen here kiddo, you’re playing a dangerous game. This is happening, nothing you can do about it.” He grabs a chair and looks at it for a second, knocking on the seat, and making the “this’ll do” face. “Heads up!” He shouts, throwing another chair at the girl with a huge smile on his face and throwing a massive right hook at the woman. @Embers @Outlander
  4. Prometheus chuckles as the kid brings down a chalk board. But wait, why have 2 chalkboards? “Hey, Doubtfire, what kind of drinks do you have?” He asks, shouting across the bar then turning back to Embers. “I don’t know, that chick with the pink hair might have something in you. The mask and the imp don’t even have crap on me, so of course they can’t even touch you.” He laughs. The smoke from the woman’s cigarette burned and tasted like paper soaked in ash. Like a regular cigarette. The smoke in the face wouldn’t have bothered him, he used to do the same thing to people to get a reaction, but this was different. This wasn’t a game, it was to show dominance over the boy. No. He stands, the chair behind him launching out at incredible speeds as he throws a jab towards the woman. Of course, the jab was obvious, but it was fast. He didn’t expect this one to hit her, but hey, a man can dream can’t he? What am I doing? This could’ve been a nice calm party. Ah what the hell. “Let’s make some noise.” He throws the table from inbetween them and laughs, ready for any attack coming, just to take it like the tank he is. @Embers @Outlander
  5. The comment of the masked man made Prometheus laugh. “But why would I suggest something if I don’t want it done? Also, unless there’s a goat behind that counter, I don’t think he’s gonna be doing anything fun tonight.” He walks over to Embers. The woman had told him to fork over some of his cigars and he grinned. Well, she does have a point, but, cigars are expensive. “I only have like 5, so you get 3.” He pulls out 3 cigars, obviously great quality and hands them to the woman as he turns to the masked fellow again. “Oh, so we’re doing shots now? How great.” He steps over to the bar and holds up his hand. “I’ll take two for the price of none.” He chuckles. Can’t drink in a tin can. He removes his helmet and still towers over the others. In his armor, he was about 6’8” thanks to the horns, but without the helmet he shrunk down to a mere 6’5” Just because they see my face once doesn’t mean they know who I am. Hell, I bet he won’t remember who I am two hours later. I heard imps had bad memory anyways. “So, mister mask, what does the Imp’s butt taste like. Considering you’ve been kissing it all night I’m sure you have a general idea.” He laughs, standing up and moving back over to Embers and sitting down, lighting a cigar of his own and taking a few puffs. The smoke pours from his nose as looks around the empty bar. “Hey, say I were to start a fight here? Who’s side would you take? I’m asking for a friend.” He smiles at the red head. @Embers @Mr.R
  6. Katsuki smiles under his helmet. Hehe. He has no idea what he’s just gotten himself into. Guess I am raising hell tonight. He smiles sending a message to a single person, one he knew would like to be here. “Just do you know, this person is one of the few people that scares me, but damn if she isn’t gorgeous I don’t know what is.” He tilts his head, looking at the player who had made a joke that, on the one hand, wasn’t very funny, on the other, made Prometheus want to laugh. It was an *sshole’s joke. Besides, Prometheus had a nack for not paying for stuff, especially not full price. “So, tiny, mr. Creep, if there’s no goats how can you call this a party?” He asks inquisitively. Most of the parties Prometheus remembered from the real world always were a blur, but somehow, there was always a goat in the morning. So to him, the two were one in the same. “We could always go steal a goat.” He smiles, sitting up on his mighty throne of a table and dropping down to the ground. “Or are you lot scared of fun like the other soul sucking leeches trapped in this game?” He laughs. Of course he was a trouble maker, but he always had a problem with people who didn’t like it. What’s the point in life if there’s no danger? Life isn’t life without death, so why see death as a bad thing? It was never scary to him, it was always the only outcome he knew of for his life. If every night could end in death, then you won’t be disappointed when you wake up in the morning. His smile changed to a smirk, then to a straight face. His hand drops down and sends the message he had typed up before. @Outlander
  7. Prometheus

    [PP|F09] Hearts of Fire burn true

    Katsuki knee the chances of winning were slim to none. But why not have fun while I get my butt kicked? He slams into her hand, forgetting how this game had strength based on levels. Even though in real life he probably wouldn’t have a chance at beating her in a fight either, he’d definitely be doin better than he was in the game. Her hand stops him in his tracks as her hand starts to move towards his face. There were two options, one was to block it, the other was to just take it. In the real world he loved this. Both the pain of punching him in the face for fighters who don’t know what their doing, to the sheer lack of pain in his eyes when he didn’t even flinch. But this game was different. No matter what you did, beating someone who was so many levels above you was damn near impossible, but that never stopped Katsuki. So he decided to just eat the punch, but much to his surprise, it moved him. It moved him far more than any attack had ever moved him before. He was pushed back, spinning and stumbling, trying to stay on his feet as he slammed into a table. “That was a pretty decent punch.” He says, pushing himself to his feet and spinning quickly. “I’m beginning to think starting this was a mistake, but ya know, not one I’ll regret.” After taking the hit he was pretty jarred, not a feeling he had experienced since being in the game, and even for a few years before that. “Heh, it was always more fun to fight uphill battles. You gain a new found respect for the people who kick your ass in a fair fight.” He puts his hand over his eyes like he had a headache and sits down. “Give me a second. That messed me up just about as much as I thought it would.” He moves his hand away, blinking a few times and shaking his head. “Right, Let’s get back to it then.” He stands up, raising his fists into a more traditional fighting stance, no longer the cocky child from before. This stance was that of a fighter who knew he would need a miracle to win. @Embers
  8. Katsuki smiles. A party? Perfect. He walks up to the door, preparing himself for a bunch of lame people drinking their sorrows away with tasteless booze and even worse, no buzz. He smirks under his bucket of a helmet and lifts his foot, slamming it into the door as it swings open. “WOOH! I’M ALWAYS IN THE MOOD FOR A PARTY, AND IS THAT THE ALL POWERFUL IMMORTAL BEING I SEE?” He laughs uproariously. He had come to raise hell And would stop at nothing to make sure it happened. “So, what’s on the menu? Chaos? A fight? Please tell me there’s gonna be a fight tonight. And If I don’t see a goat at this party I’m leaving.” He removes his weapon from his equipped slot so all that stood there was a tower of spiky metal and fiery eyes that poured smoke into the air. How can I raise hell in a snooze fest like this? I could start a fight. But nah, I’m too busy for that. I could cause a racket and throw something. I like that one. He pulls out a chair and climbs on the table. He spins, placing himself on the table and his feet hang over to the chair, laying like he’s on the roof of a house watching the sky. It’s not a party without some broken bones. He sits up and looks at the other two as he smirks. “So say I was to invite all my friends. Would that be a party?” He asks them, making sure he didn’t make his intentions too obvious.
  9. Prometheus

    [PP|F09] Hearts of Fire burn true

    Katsuki smiles. Moron? Yeah, let’s see. So, she’s pretty damn aggressive. Good. He stands to his feet, expecting to be towering over her. But at 6’3” he only barely stood over her. He knew he was doomed from the moment he sat down. “If you’re gonna get so rough, at least buy me dinner first.” He smiles like a cocky brat. Nothing stops me in a fight. That’s why I am named after the god of fire. His eyes land on the table they were sitting at and begins to think of ways to use the area around him. The bar stool. Standing up and lights his cigar. He picks up the bar stool and launches it at her, quickly following it with himself, forgetting he wasn’t in his armor. The weight he usually had, being gone, made him under estimate how hard he would have to hit her to knock her down. He realizes this and steps down in front of her, kneeling down like he’s groveling and waiting for a moment. Perfect. His front leg pushes down and his back leg forward. His head tucks down as he launches forward, and his neck locks up, his shoulders holding it in place. A Rhino Charge should take her down. His head moves toward her as he smirks and prepares for two outcomes. I love this move, but landing it is incredibly difficult, so I refrain from using it too much. His eyes watch her feet as he closes in on her. @Embers
  10. Prometheus

    [PP|F09] Hearts of Fire burn true

    Prometheus keeps his focus on anything other than what she was obviously trying to distract him with. It was a difficult fight, but he was able to keep his mind on other things. Especially with the question. Isn’t it obvious what I’m After? I thought she knew right away. He puffs his cigar, releasing more smoke as he opens his mouth. “You know what I want. What every guy wants. Not necessarily with you, nor does it need to be with anyone in this bar.” His cigar burns, releasing a light amount of smoke as he speaks, obviously hinting at what he knew he secretly wants. Her. He smirks, leaning in. “I wanna raise some hell. Watch the world burn. Break someone’s legs. Who cares? I want Chaos.” He leans forward. “Can’t raise hell without someone next to you. Whether it be in bed or in spirit, raising hell on your own is lame.” He flips his lighter open and shut. It’s not a lie, it’s just not the truth. And I can live with that. The man’s resolve is just as sturdy as ever, almost like what he was saying was all that he meant. No, he didn’t want a date, or even worse, a girlfriend. He wanted someone to burn the world to ashes with. Anything else that happened was up to them. “One day I’m going to hell, and I’m gonna see to it that’s I belong there.” He smiles, standing up and puffing from his cigar, releasing the smoke from his nose. “Will I be seeing you there? Or are you one of the boring types who would rather just get there by accident?” He pushes his chair in and turns to walk out, hoping that she would either choose to “raise hell” with him, or if it would end in a fight, either way he was happy. @Embers
  11. Prometheus

    [PP|F09] Hearts of Fire burn true

    Prometheus grins. So she’s gonna play hard to get. Okay. He leans back in his chair, taking a sip of his Scotch and flipping the lighter around in his hand much more elegantly now. Then he slips it in his inventory and puts his cigar out in his hand, not to impress her, the pain reminds him he has something to lose. “So, I’ve decided to put this game to the test. The stamina has limits, but I don’t know how the stamina works... I wanna know exactly how it scales based on the activity.” He makes an inquisitive look. “Of course, running a marathon is boring.” He smirks, sipping from his drink once more. “Fights are fun, but most people don’t like to fight someone like me.” He looks at the table as he thinks a little more. She’s obviously getting some of the hints I’m dropping. Though seducing her will be a lot harder, I’m damn sure it’ll be worth it. He sits up proudly, finding another reason to try and make this happen. “So, you smoke cigarettes... what about cigars?” He offers her one of his favorite cigars, keeping a few more in his pockets. He begins to get nervous. All the sudden the man realized the weight of everything he says. He knew anything he said could get a hit, that’s the game of seduction, but this was different. He could tell already she wasn’t one to mess with, but he had to know. He was so curious about one thing, that he completely ignored the others. “These cigars are divine. Like if there was a god and he smoked, he wouldn’t think himself worthy of these things.” He smiles. “Though from what I can see, a god has nothing on you.” His eyes follow down her body. His curiosity shooting through the roof as he put the butt of a cigar in his mouth, pulling out his lighter and holding the flame to the end of his cigar. “Cubans are nothing compared to these.” He smiles leaning back in his chair and puffing from the cigar, releasing smoke. @Embers
  12. Prometheus

    [PP|F09] Hearts of Fire burn true

    Prometheus saw the cigarette out and instantly knew what was up. He pulls his lighter up, the ornate windproof lighter with a dragon on the side flips open, and the fire sparks up almost instantly, as he begins to light it. “Why waste time with the cheap crap in a game where money doesn’t dictate the world, and where it’s so damn fun to make the money.” He smiles, taking a sip from his glass and setting it back down. Also, I can just make other people pay for it, which is the second most fun way to get it free. He puffs from his cigar again, releasing some smoke and putting it out. He spins out of his chair and stands up. “I’ll go get the next round, what do you want?” He asks, standing up straight and walking to the bar as he thinks of all the things he can ask for. I can get any drink ever, I wonder if they have moonshine. Maybe they’ll have like Tennessee whiskey. He leans over the bar and looks at all the selections and begins to think about what he wants. He gets his order and moves back to the table. “So, this is risky, but do you like to go hunting? Cause I know a few spots around here.” He flips his lighter open and shuts it repeatedly, anxious as ever. @Embers
  13. Prometheus

    [F04 Event] Christmas Extravaganza 2018

    Prometheus was out of plans. No way in hell could he take on the mighty Hestia and the other man. Maybe he could take the other guy, but even if he was lucky and he was a low level player, Hestia would help him. Son of a b*tch. He looks back to the girls and frowns down to Pinball. "I tried to help you see. But Miss stick in the mud has different plans." He stands up and begins to walk away, looking back with his eyes revealing how sorry he was to Pin. This isn't how it ends Pin, I'll be back soon. "Well, now that I failed to save my buddy and I definitely don't want to fight the chief of police yet. I may not be the smartest, but I'm not stupid." He walks away. "Remember ma'am, we may not be friends, but I wouldn't consider us enemies." He finishes his string of statements with a smile and he flicks the Cigar butt up into the air, as it disappears into a cloud of blue and white pixels. He makes his way back to the women he had separated himself from with a sad look on his face. "I'm sorry about that, my friend was causing a ruckus. I tried to help, but alas, I couldn't do anything about it." He leans against the wall and stares down at the ground. I can't believe I just left him like that. He's never betrayed me and I wouldn't be surprised if he hates me. He shakes his head and gathers himself. "So as I was saying. The fire behind my eyes could never match what they're looking at." He smirks, mad at himself about how cheesy that line was. "I'm sorry, you're really pretty." He apologizes for a move he knew could've easily been a fumble. @Ulaan ((OOC tag: @Kian))
  14. Prometheus

    [F04 Event] Christmas Extravaganza 2018

    Prometheus was trying to Close the deal When he heard it. He heard that someone had been apprehended and he just had to know. "I'm sorry miss, I have to see what I can do about that mess over there." He smiles, taking his leave and leaving the event only for a few moments, putting on his helmet and armor then moving away. Actually, I have an idea. He decides to not put on his heavy armor, completely looking and acting like a completely different person he makes his way over to the huge mess of a scene unfolding around his friend. "Oh that's not good." He runs in and stops just short of the party they had started. "My name is Katsuki, I'm here to help." He looks down at Fae and winks. "Now I'm all for justice and consequences for actions." He looks around at the party around him and looks like he's counting for a few seconds. "Look, he's here, no one knows how long he's been here, and no one has died. Maybe he had a good reason to get that orange cursor. Maybe not." He spins and looks at the crowd that had broken up into smaller groups. "It's Christmas. He's not causing any problems, no one is getting hurt, hell, he never crossed into the crowd. The way I see it is he was seeing what was going on." He rotates his upper body to look at Chisono. "I say we give him a chance. He can stay and enjoy the festivities so long as someone makes sure he doesn't hurt anyone. Think of it as a last supper, but a little more significant." He smiles. "After this party we take him and do what needs to be done." He pulls out a cigar and starts to puff on it a little. @Hestia @Itzal @Fae @Chisono @Pinball
  15. Prometheus

    [PP|F09] Hearts of Fire burn true

    So, let's find out shall we? He pushes himself up from his chair and removes his helmet, putting on more casual attire than before and moving over to the girl. His whole face being revealed as he slides into a seat next to her. "So, what were these filled with? Water? No, not your style. Let's say..." He picks it up and sniffs it. "Alcohol." He chuckles. She doesn't look the type to prefer the chase. "You know the chase very well, so let's cut to it." He looks at her with a more serious tone. "The name's Katsuki, and I think you're attractive." He leans back to a more relaxed pose taking a few more puffs from his cigar and releasing some smoke. His rich brown scotch sat on the table, no glass in the liquid to bent the light any further. His eyes scan her and her surroundings quickly as he pieces together an image of how this girl thinks. She reminds me of me. Or at least how I was before I joined a game where I was trapped with a bunch of girls in a world where the mortality angle is just too damn easy to get by with. Though it definitely won't work on her. This isn't just some floozy you can seduce and move on. This will take work. His eyes land on her lighter. That is a nice lighter, but too bad it can't be used for much more than decorations in this game. Besides, it's nowhere near as cool as mine. He pulls out his own and begins to fidget with it. It was a regular occurrence for him, but rarely ever did he see someone else doing the same. It made him feel weird. I guess that's why I hide it, can't exactly settle in with someone playing with a fire hazard. Unless she knows what she's doing. He shakes his head immediately after the thought. @Embers
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