Bar Battle Royal [4 way PVP, R]

[Yetsuna Yishnir]

Thread Title: Bar Battle Royal
Participants: Yetunsa, Wycliff, Miranda, and Izanagi
World: Soul Society
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: R
Location: Bar in one of the moderate numbered rukon districts. The walls were made of a pristine white marble on which portraits of the 13 Gotei captains hung. She looked around quickly and found her captains, it was a nice painting, it captured his likeness well. The floor was a polished dark stone that was so glossy it almost could have been used as a mirror. Smack in the middle of the room was a circular bar displaying a surprisingly large number of liqueurs and spirits, she had no idea that the Soul Society had such a large selection.
Placed around the bar were at least a dozen circular tables made of some dark colored wood with chairs to match. The walls of the bar were lined with white cushioned booths
Special Conditions: No real weapons (swords, dangers, kidos, etc) environmental weapons are fair game (bar stools, bottles, etc).
Circumstances: A new class of shinigami has just graduated the academy and, as might be expected, a large number of them went out to celebrate. Hours and drinks later some of them are getting a bit too rowdy.

[Izanagi Jushino]

Breaktime!

What a time it has been. Izanagi has pretty much been flown around the worlds ever since his arrival as a new shinigami from the Academy. Back and forth he went, gaining new insight onto what to do as a person as well as a shinigami fighting for the Gotei 13. It was a bit much, but Izanagi was handling it like a pro. Although it was funny to say, he lived for this type of excitement and action. However, it was time to take a bit of a back seat. He came into this guns blazing. But, he needed to do what relaxed him the most- nothing. So, for just the night, Izanagi decided to go to a bar he had heard about. He wasn't paid well yet, but he was able to have enough to get a drink somewhere.

Izanagi looked at the bar in the crappy area. Although it seemed derelict, he liked it, and it looked peaceful enough for him to stay and drink. He walked through the doors, his blade in its sheath hanging from his side. When he walked in through the door, however, he was greeted by a doorman who required him to place his weapon in the front as to not disturb the guests.

"Isn't that breaking shinigami code... sir?" Izanagi asked, some poison in his face.

The host shook his head, saying "Due to this establishment being one in which all shinigami attend, no weaponry is allowed in the restaurant. However, we do keep all weapons in the front door in case of an attack or an alarm is sound."

Izanagi nodded. The statement made sense. He was still reluctant to let go of his weapon, but he complied. It was so he could relax, after all. And that took precedence at the moment. In the future, if he needed it, Izanagi was sure he could easily get his weapon from the closet. His sheath was unique enough for him to notice it upon inspection- it was something given to him by his Sensei, a dragon-engraved black sheath for his blade. He was positive no one else in the Gotei 13 had such a sheath, and as such, he was not worried that he would not be able to find his weapon amongst the rest of the weapons in the closet.

As Izanagi walked up to the bar, he realized he was not able to do this when he was alive- he went once or twice, but only as invitation from colleagues and friends. He never truly drank, as he always preserved his human body at its utmost perfection. In Soul Society, however, he was a shinigami, so he was sure he could hold his liquor a lot better here then he could in the human world. Of course, he has not been able to test this theory yet, so Izanagi could not even begin to think what would happen if he did drink.

"Whiskey Sour, if you may."

Izanagi spoke as he sat at the bar, taking out his meager money, asking for what would be just a rail drink. He only had enough for one or two drinks, however. But, it was just enough to relax, and to start this day right. Izanagi did come here to just relax. Although it came with unwarranted attention, as he was a shinigami in a bar full of non-shinigami, Izanagi knew that he could just ignore the prying eyes. As the bartender gave him his drink, Izanagi put it to his mouth.

Ahhhh... so refreshing...

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Stats and Skills
Strength: 75 Points
Speed: 75 Points
Spiritual Pressure: 115 (x.25) [144] Points
Reiatsu Strength: 200 (x.25) [250] Points
Light Aura: 75 Points
Dark Aura: 25 Points
Instinct: 50 (/25%) [37] Points
Senses: 75 (/25%) [56] Points
Energy Sensory: 10 (2/3) [3] Points
Healing Expertise: 0 Points
Total SP: 600 Points

Skills:
-Anaylzing: 1
-Damage Recovery: 1
-Weapons: Swords: 1
-Pain Tolerance: 1
-Hiten Misturugi Ryū: Jushin Style: 1
-Battle Focus: 1

[Miranda Frost]

"Where is it?! I swear I have it on me some-!", Miranda started, patting her uniform. It had to be somewhere here. Her quarters at ol' Shiro Academy had already been cleared and passed on to her new home at the squad 7 barracks. It wasn't much but what she was searching for couldn't be there and yet her pockets were empty. Oh well, she was sure some of her former classmates would spare a drink or two. She hated borrowing, but she would regret to miss this celebration even more. Miranda could do without her savings this time.


This particular bar selected by her class wasn't relatively close to the sereitei, In the same district of her adoptive home actually! It was almost as she remembered it, except for the lack of the usual crowds. She wondered where everyone was. They couldn't all be celebrating one measly class could they? Nah! It had to be something else. Probably tending to some field somewhere else or visiting their "families" or whatnot elsewhere.


She shrugged to herself, toting her academy uniform under one arm and her zanpakuto in the hand of the other. Turning a corner she spotted the building she assumed was the bar. Compared to the other less than grand buildings in this area, the bar itself could be seen as something less than shabby. However it had four walls, a roof, and a proper door. The building was clean and its windows crystal. Its appearance well suited its role.


The silvered hair woman grinned wide and stepped up her pace, quickly closing the distance between her and the building. She opened the door and was immediately greeted by the barkeep who was preparing drinks for fellow classmates. She wasn't particularly great with names but she did recall that the white, spiky haired guy was... Isa? Jushi? Jushi would do for now. Something is always better than nothing.


" Hey! Leave your weapon at the door!."


Heh. She could understand the logic behind that, no explanation needed. People can be completely different with a few drinks. Miranda couldn't even predict what she'd might do. Miranda gently let her katana down, propping up against the wall next to the door when her eyes caught glimpse of something. Tied into the guard was pouch dense with money. Her grin probably could not grow any wider but that didn't stop her. Quickly she snatched the pouch from her sword's grasp and stepped over to the bar, taking the stool next to the white haired man. Miranda grinned and slammed the pouch against the smooth wood of the bar, grabbing the barkeep's attention. The barkeep walked over and picked up the pouch, looking inside, and inspecting its wieght. It was fairly much, but Miranda kept her mouth shut until he spoke.

"Um ma'am... this is a little much"


"Heh i know. That's for all the drinks i'll be having today... and the off-chance i may break something". She giggled into the palm of her hand winking at the barkeep. "I guess I apologize before anything happens hehe. This class isn't the best, but we are all full of spirit (hehe). Thank you for agreeing to put up with us today mister.~", she explained, tapping her fingers against the hardened wood. "For starters I'll have a glass of Vodka."


Miranda smiled and turned over to "Jushi". "Hiya! I wasn't sure if I was supposed to wear my new uniform or our class uniform. I brought them both just in case.", she chuckled looking around them at the room, much of which looked right back at her. Jushi and miranda were the first ones here. Now that she remembered, she never did get the actual invitation. She had to go through a "Friend" to get this location, but he wouldn't actually give up the time.


Soon the glass she ordered got to her, breaking her train of thought from its original tracks. She blinked once, twice, and started downing the glass quickly. The stuff was strong, but she strangely liked the burning sensation as it traveled down her throat. By the time she slammed the glass back down agains the bar, it felt as if she were breathing fire instead of air.


"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh hehehe"

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{stat stuff}
Stats:

Strength - 40 Points

Speed - 50 Points
(soldier decrease = 35)

Spiritual Pressure - 30 Points

Reiatsu Strength - 50 Points
(soldier increase = 75)

Light Aura - 75 Points

Dark Aura - 25 Points

Instinct - 30 Points

Senses - 50 Points

Energy sensory -25 Points

Healing Expertise - 25 Points


Total SP: 300 Points


Skills:
Learning:1
Calm Mind:1
Strength of Will:
Weapons: Swords: 1
Weapons: Pole-arms: 1
Martial Arts: Hakuda: 1
Battle Analysis: 1
Battle Focus: 1
Cold Tolerance: 1

[Yetsuna Yishnir]

Yetsuna had been at the bar for a short while when the people from her graduating class began to file in. She got there before most for two reasons, the first was that she had been part of the committee planning for the event so she had to get there early to make sure everything was in place. The other reason was that the bar was a frequent spot of hers so she knew exactly where the place was and didn't have to search for it like most of those in her class.

She was about 3 and a half beers in as a spikey white haired male walked-in, white hair wasn't too uncommon in the Gotei, but the way he styled his made him stand out a bit. She had seen him a few times before, but never actually spoken to him. More people of her class filed in after him, seemed like he was at the head of the group. She saw a handful of people she knew, most of them faces in a crowd, but a few real friends were in the fix. She'd wait until they got settled in before going to see them.

She watch the rest of the class file in, each handing their weapon over to the bouncer. It was an extraordinary precaution, normally the bar didn't confiscate weapons, but with the number of people coming tonight and the amount of alcohol that was going to be in play it was better to safe then sorry. Everyone would receive their weapons back as they left, if somehow someone forgot their weapon the bar would return it to the Gotei who, after some hazing, would return the weapon to its owner.

Yetsuna mixed and mingled with the members of her class, everyone was cutting loose and having a good time. It didn't take too long for several people to become drunk. Most of them were just having a hard time standing on their own, but as always there were a few that were itching for a fight. The green haired shinigami would have to keep an eye on them, if something started she would likely have to step in. She loved a good bar brawl and if one started she was going to be part of it.

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{Powers}

Strength: 105
Speed: 190
Spiritual Pressure: (95 x 1.50) 143
Reiatsu Strength: (130 x .7) 91
Light Aura: 80
Dark Aura: 20
Instinct: 50
Senses: 50
Energy Sensory: 40
Healing Expertise: 0

Pain Tolerance - 1
Martial Arts: Muay Thai - 1
Strength of Will - 1
Weapons: Swords - 1
Damage Recovery - 1
Battle Analysis - 1

[Wycliff]

Bzzzz, bzzzzz,bzzzzz Wycliff yawend as he woke up. The sound of his alarm clock had woken him up. Looking over he smiled, it seemed like it had worked. He had finally found a good use for the alarm clock. To wake him up when he had to go someplace. However unlike most alarm clocks his was set for much later on in the day. Today he had set it extremely late, but why? It would have been better for him to just sleep through the rest of the day than to wake up at this time. Well he had his reason, today was a very special day.

It was that time of the year again. Did the first snow fall from the sky? No. Was it the first day of spring and the smell of flowers bloom into the air? Nope. Were the leafs turning orange and falling off of the trees? Not a chance in hell. No it was something better. It was the annual graduation party for the shinigami academy. Wycliff had attended his when he first graduated and each single one since then. There was something about having all the new fresh faces drunk off of their asses at the same time that he couldn't resist. Hell the whole thing was a major party, something that he wasn't going to miss.

Slowly he dragged himself up off of his bed and out of the barraks. His sandy blonde hair was a total mess and his face had a bit of stubble. Looking into a mirror he smiled and said “ehh fuck it, too much effort to fix it.” Looking down by his bed he wondered where his flip flops went. They weren't where he normally left them. He assumed that they might of gotten knocked under while he was sleeping. Bending over to look under his bed he found nothing, but as he stood back up he noticed that they were on his feet. He had slept in them, that and slept in his uniform. Which was now all messy and wrinkled, but he didn’t' care.

He was humming as he walked down the rukon streets, his eyes obscured by the sunglasses he always wore. He wasn't in a rush to get to the bar at all. After all he knew how long these things normally lasted and there would be plenty of to drink. No he would take his time to walk to the bar. It was always the same one that the years before partied at. A very popular bar for shingamis. He had heard a rumor or two that it was actually owned by someone higher up in the ranks, but he didn't ever care for gossip. So he had no idea if the rumor was true or not. All that mattered is that the bar was fun and that the drinks were good.

As he rounded the street he noticed a few shingamis who looked a bit lost. “Heading to the bar ya?” The both of the just nodded their heads and in turn he motioned for them to follow him. If someone didn't know how to get to the bar it could be a bit of a hassle to get there. Truth be told, it was in a rather odd spot, but hey he wasn't judging. From around the corner the bar was only a few buildings away. He saw the entrance and kept the same slow pace walking to it, while the two shingamis that he had helped ran off to meet up with some of their friends that had been waiting.

As he got to the entrance the bouncer smiled and spoke to him “You going to remember to pick up your zan at the end of the night this time Wycliff?” Wycliff simply chuckled and shook his head “I can't help it ya know? Sometimes I get too many drinks and I forget.” He had the habit of leaving his zan each time he attended this event. Truth be told he wasn't forgetting it, he was leaving it there on purpose, just hoping that maybe one of these times that it wouldn't find it's way back to him. However that was never the case. He had long given up on caring about the heckling that he would get from leaving his zan there.

The moment he entered the bar he saw all the new faces. Tons of them were already smashed, too many drinks too early in the night. It seemed like this group didn't waste any time at all getting to drinking. He knew that he couldn't fall behind at all. He walked up to the counter and placed down a few coins. “Just the usual for now.” Wycliff was a common patron at this bar and many of those that were in the rukongai. His drink of choice? It was always a gin and tonic. Sometimes he would buy something else, but he found that the taste of juniper berries in gin to be what he liked the most.

His drink was poured and he grabbed it walking away from the bar for a moment. Where to sit down? That was the real question he had. There didn't seem to be a wrong choice at all, so for now he simply walked around with the bar looking to see if he had met any of the newbies yet. Sometimes he had met them when he sent the to the soul society, other times on patrol he had saved a few of them. There was always a newbie that he knew one way or another. As he walked he accidentally bumped into a green haired female shingami. “Oh damn sorry.”

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Sealed

Strength - [60].5=30 Points

Speed – [100].5=50Points

Spiritual Pressure - [35]Points

Reiatsu Strength - [25]Points

Instinct - [80].5=40 Points

Senses - [80].5=40 Points

Energy sensory - [0] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points

Released:

Strength - [60]Points

Speed – [100]Points

Spiritual Pressure - [35]x2=70Points

Reiatsu Strength - [25]x2=50Points

Instinct - [80]Points

Senses - [80]Points

Energy sensory - [0] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points

❄ Mental Incantation 1
❄ Kido 1
❄ Swords 1
❄ Battle Analysis 1
❄ Battle Focus: 1
❄ Calm Mind: 1
❄ Damage Recovery 1

[Yetsuna Yishnir]

(OOC: Those with high SP are encouraged to restrict their strength a bit in this fight to make it more even/fun. This is a bar brawl not a fight to the death our characters don't have much of a reason to go full out. Also at Jushi's request we swapped posting spots.) 

Everybody had been drinking for a good few hours when Yetsuna, who was fairly intoxicated her, started to slowly make her way through the crowd towards a group of more rowdy graduates. She could see the telltale signs of a fight brewing; their voices were a bit louder than a large majority of the other groups, egos were clashing, and challenges were being shouted at one another. Overall it was a great cocktail for some entertainment, it just needed to simmer short while then and presto.

She was about 3/4's of the way to the group when someone bumped into her and she felt something wet and cold seep through her uniform and chest wraps finally coming to contact with her skin. "Damnit..." She thought as she looked to see who/what bumped into her and she saw some scraggly looking blonde guy holding a now almost empty glass.  
Her entire chest region was soaked with the mans drink, she had brought a spare change of clothes incase her uniform got damaged during the nights "festivities" (fights), but she didn't have any spare wraps and she couldn't exactly go the night without those.

The man immediately apologized to her, but she didn't really care about it. The damage was done, there was nothing either of them could do about it, she also had a more pressing matter to attend to; the fight had started. She looked at the blonde man, her red eyes looked dead into his; her stare might have seemed intimating to the scrawny blonde with her eyes weren't glassed over by alcohol. Despite the amount of alcohol she had consumed already her speech was surprisingly clear, though her tone was a bit rougher than normal though; a side effect of the alcohol intake, "Be more careful next time."

In about 10 seconds it had exploded from an isolated incident to a free-for-all with at least 15 people. How and why people kept joining was anyone's guess, some probably had drinks spilled on them, a few got hit by accident, maybe a few people even attempted to get sucker punches in on they didn't like. Whatever the reasons the fight was spreading fast and to her that made it more fun, bar brawls were like weddings; the more the merrier.

She gave some tough looking guy a good, but not to painful, punch in the rib; he had just turned to look at her and she was making sure she got his attention, from there it was on. The two of them went threw several punches at each other, but Yetsuna was the better brawler, he landed one blow for her three and after 11 shots to the head and ribs he was down for the count, he'd wake up with some bruises and be sore for a day or two but he'd be fine.

Yetsuna knew that the other participants weren't as likely to be as kind as she was so she had planned ahead for such a problem. During the planning phase of the party she had approached some members of squad 4 and asked them if they would be willing to provide on the spot care if someone needed it. Hopefully no one would need that care, but it was better safe than sorry. A few squad 7 members were there to watch the volunteers of squad 4 and haul away anyone who got TOO rowdy; a party and a brawl didn't give people free passes to beating someone into pudding. (she had predicted the fight happening too incase that wasn't obvious)

The fight continued to ripple outward. Those that wanted to be in jumped in, meanwhile a fair number of shinigami had begun to retreat from the combat area because they didn't want to become involved. The fight spread towards the edges of the bar and if those sitting there didn't move quick they were likely to get dragged into the brawl.

[Izanagi Jushino]

Within moments, the quiet bar changed. Shinigami after shinigami piled in, making an area in which the getaway for Izanagi turned into something else entirely. As he looked around, it was almost amazing to think how only a couple of minutes ago, there was almost no one in here. Izanagi did not know if the crowd followed him, or he followed the crowd. He was too absorbed in his own thoughts. It has been a hell of a week. And hopefully, tonight won't change much either. Izanagi was still exhausted from all the fighting he had to do recently.

He looked around, recognizing a girl who walked over to him. She was fairly pretty, sporting the same color hair as he. Izanagi knew her name was Miranda. He made sure to know at least some of the shinigami's names, especially pretty girls. Well, that talent was going to be for another time, however. Izanagi came here to relax, not to flirt, sadly enough. Although, there would be a time in the near future where Izanagi knew for sure he would meet this person again, outside of the bar.

"I just like wearing these new uniforms. Makes me feel more official as a shinigami." Izanagi said, smiling at the woman. Although he came here to be by himself, it seemed that the attention would be warranted, and would help pass the time. He motioned towards the bartender, asking for another whiskey sour. It was time to make the night a little more exciting. Even though he did not need it, Izanagi was sure that having a couple more drinks in his system will allow him to live more freely tonight, and not worry as much.

As he took the drink from the bartender, he let its freshness seep down his throat. It was such a great feeling, drinking a couple of drinks and feeling the toxicity enter the brain. The euphoric feeling that came with more drinks, creating a more boisterous personality for some. For Izanagi, his confidence rose through the roof. Here, he was going to prove his excellence. As his situational awareness was bogged down by the alcohol, he did not notice the fights occurring quite yet. The noises passed through one ear and out the other.

However, Izanagi felt a certain sick feeling in his stomach. Not from impending danger, or doom, but rather from an obscene amount of alcohol being drunk very quickly. From the moment he got into the bar, Izanagi has been drinking. His mind started getting cloudy, his area getting dizzy. Wherever he looked, he could not pay a single attention to anything. However, his muscles were aching. It was as if they wanted to do something, to expend some energy. At this time, Izanagi felt both exhausted and ready for action at the same time. Perhaps this was the reason why he joined in the battle that just happened in front of him?

Izanagi got up from the chair, his body swaying back and forth. He looked for the weapon on his side, but realized there was nothing there. He shrugged, and using his imbalance to swing his right hand to the closest man next to him. Thank god he wasn't facing Miranda, otherwise he would have hit her instead. Izanagi felt his fist connect squarely into the jaw of the man. Instead of it knocking him out, or knocking him cold, it just made the spirit a lot angrier. The man got up, wiping the blood from his mouth, and shoved Izanagi.

Now, as Izanagi was the much stronger man, he didn't fly off as much. He started laughing maniacally, almost evil-like. He then swung even harder, knocking the spirit down. The rules that he spent years learning, the moves he spent years learning were all thrown at the window in this moment. He was drunk as hell, and itching for a fight. He didn't care what happened next, he was just ready to go. He got into a bit of a drunk fighting stance, and chose his next victim.

Instead of a fist, Izanagi came flying in with his foot. It hit the rowdy person straight in the face, knocking him out. However, Izanagi's situation just became a bit more precarious. He was smack dab in the middle of the fight. Fists were flying, connecting with his chin. Izanagi stumbled towards the ground, his center of gravity all over the place seeing as he was quite inebriated. He shook his head and got up right away, and looked around for the culprits who knocked him down. He wanted to be sure he was hitting the right people.

[Miranda Frost]

"Oh damn", Miranda breathed, barely having time to finish her third drink. Within that time it seemed the whole bar seemed to erupt into endless madness. What had once been a place full of stools, tables, and hearty laughter was now a moshpit of sweaty drunks. Miranda didn't think her money was going to be able to cover everything, but it was frankly all she had. She sighed to herself as Jushi jumped into the fray. Miranda couldn't join in herself, not yet at least. One hit now and she'd be out, especially with some seasoned soldiers jumping in to eh.. "control" the fighting. She needed to dull the pain she was about to receive and then she'd need to find a weapon.

She turned back toward the barkeep, who nervously wiped the glasses he had remaining clean. The barkeep himself looked strong for an old guy. Miranda was sure she'd be able to stop it all yet he let it go on. Miranda waved at him, grabbing his attention and held her glass out to him. The old man merely nodded and filled the son-of-a-bitch to the brim. Miranda took a deep breath and tilted the cool glass to her lips, pouring the seemingly hot liquid down her throat. The stuff was horrible, stronger than the stuff she was drinking.

Quickly she finished the drink and slammed the glass against the hard against the counter. She groaned, the burning feeling traveling down into her lungs. "That... will be all for me... this.. will do it", she said the barkeep before turning and stepping off the stool. She nearly fell to the ground, her balance unexpectedly thrown into a violent flux. She blinked a couple of times and regained her steadiness. Right. Good. She turned her her body to the fight as if testing the waters before diving in.

If she jumped in now there would be no way. She didn't expect to be the last one standing, but she didn't want to be among the first ones out. To level the playing field, she needed a weapon, and what better weapon to use than than the stool she sat in. She grinned wickedly and picked up her stool by its legs, slamming it down against the hard floor. The stool broke, freeing up a leg for Miranda to use. Perfect, she'd be able to use some of her training with the leg, though it resembled a club much more than a sword. She shrugged and grabbed her academy uniform, tying it around her waist.

Once that was secured she picked the nearest unsuspecting brawler and swung her weapon as hard as she could at his side. It connected, the man leaving himself open as he recoiled from the pain. As a result the man he was fighting was able to connect a wide haymaker, hitting the man so hard he spun and crumpled to the ground. One down, but the man who knocked the other one out now turned his attention on miranda. The goliath stood tall in the crowd of brawlers and his face was just as crimson as Miranda's from the drink. He let out a cry and charged.

He wouldn't get far. The giant fell before his first step could touch the ground. Turned out that others shared Miranda's idea, using various pieces of furniture as weapons. The culprit simply nodded friendly-like at Miranda and shot her a wink before disappearing into the crowd. Then she spotted a familiar face in the crowd, the frenzied star of her class, Jushino. He appeared to be looking for someone in particular. Her thoughts were interrupted by someone grabbing onto the back of her kimono's collar, pulling her and shoving her away. The fresh shinigami stumbled and fell, dropping her club. "Damn it"

[Wycliff]

He felt bad, bad that his drink had slipped all over this female. It was his fault, but he was just getting ready to drink and he didn't pay too much attention to where he was going. Sure he felt bad about the whole thing, but he wasn't going to dwell on it too long. No tonight was a night to have some fun and booze it up till you forget your own name, followed by a hangover that would last for days and days. Hell it was a fun night, not to be ruined by accidentally spilling a drink on someone at the start of the night.

Stepping back to the bar counter he ordered another drink and took a heavy sip out of it before it happened. The sound of a bottle breaking against something, a heavy thud from the side, followed by someone yelling out and screaming in anger. A fight had broken out, from the bar he looked over and saw a few people throwing punches at one another while some spectators just watched. “fuck man......... I just want to drink......” Wycliff looked at the bartender who was just ignoring the fight happening as if nothing was wrong.

Placing his empty glass down he noticed that a few of the people going blow to blow were taking it too serious. “Not..... my fight...... A beer this time....” For now he was at the very edge of the bar and away from the chaos, which meant that he could drink a bit before he stepped in, eventually he would have to act given his squad, but for now it was time to drink. The bartender placed down a glass bottle of beer on the counter and just as Wycliff was going to reach for it to take a drink out of it, it happened.

Someone was tossed onto the bar and slid down the bar counter. The poor shingami slid past him and knocked over his beer onto his clothing. At first Wycliff just took a deep breath. Trying to stay calm it wasn't a big deal, it was just a beer, nothing of value was lost. Then he heard it. The sounds of something popping and snapping coming from his clothing. Calmly he reached into the pocket on the inside of his uniform where he kept his pop rocks. Pulling them out he saw it, they were ruined, ruined by this bar fight.

Slowly he stood up out of the bar-stool he was sitting on. Placing the now ruined packet of pop rocks on the counter. Grabbing the beer bottle in one hand he flicked his wrist at the bar counter breaking the bottom of the bottle. He was pissed that someone had ruined his pop rocks and now it was time to make them all pay. It was on, he was going to let this whole thing happen before him while he drank and avoided the fight, but now. Now that his pop rocks were destroyed he was livid with the whole bar.

Taking the beer bottle he slapped it across the face of some random shingami that was beating down someone else. The glass shattered across his face, cutting up the poor shingami. Wycliff did this right as he kicked the man in the back of the knee bringing him down to the ground. That was one out, now a whole bar was left to take out. He spotted the green haired shingami he had bumped into before was in the middle of beating down some random guy, he muttered under his breath. “Deal with her latter....”

In the middle of the crowed he saw an opportunity to get a better weapon. Someone had pulled a female down and caused her to lose what looked like a wooden club. Wood was sturdier than the glass bottle he had been using. In the confusion and madness he walked over avoiding those around him who were in the middle of beating down one another and snatched the club from in front of her before vanishing into the mass of people everywhere.

With the wooden club in his hand he hit some random pretty boy on the side of his face from behind. Knocking out the man as well. While he wasn't as strong as most people here Wycliff had one advantage, he had arrived late and wasn't as drunk as most of the fighters here. Not being totally hammered would be the biggest thing that would be in his advantage when trying to deal with everyone here. Sure he would hear about it later from his higher ups, but he knew that his captain Rose wouldn't care as long as they hung out later on.

[Yetsuna Yishnir]

The members of Squad 7 and 4 began to wade into the fight to pluck the unconscious and wounded out. Most of the new graduates were smart enough to know to stay out of their path, even drunk they had enough awareness to know not to mess with them. Of course there were always the exceptions. A few "tough guy" types decided to try their luck against the members of squad 7, and each of them were put down by a single hit; after that most of the patrons decided to give the veterans a wider berth, including Yetsuna.

After taking down her first opponent she began to look for another. She wanted someone who could actually give her a challenge, and from the looks of it she had her choice in the pickings. There were about a dozen people who were obviously standing above everyone else in the giant fight, but one stuck out to her more than the others. It wasn't his fighting style, or his size that caught her eye, but his spiky white hair.

He was close, only a few yards away, and only one person stood between him and her. It was a blue haired female, a little bit taller and bulkier than herself, but definitely more "gifted", which was saying something. The two of them locked eyes, if anyone had been watching them the looks they gave each other would have left most guessing they were hated enemies. In reality neither of them had ever even met, their entire quarrel was based on the fact they were both there at the same time.

They closed in on each other quickly, each ready to fight the other. The Blue haired girl moved first, getting a gut shot in on Yetsuna, causing what would have likely been a lot more hurt if she didn't have alcohol in her veins. While the beer did numb the pain, it didn't do much for the side effects; her abs seized for a moment because of the impact, and because of its suddenness it made her light headed for a moment, (or was that the alcohol beginning to seep into her brain?).

She recovered quickly, and threw an upper cut as a counter attack, connecting it squarely with the other woman's jaw and sending her backwards. The busty girl hit the ground with a hard thud and didn't get back up, Yetsuna stood over her for a moment. The girl could dish a hit, but it seemed like she had a glass jaw, it only took one blow to knock her out, two if you count the floor. Or maybe Yetsuna hit her a bit hard than she had thought, she didn't see any teeth laying around (or blood coming out of her mouth or skull) so she figured she would be alright.

She began to shuffle towards the white haired shinigami (the alcohol was making it a bit harder to walk), who himself seemed to be looking for a new opponent. "Looking for something big boy?" she asked half flirty, half taunting, an obvious invite for a fight. She was watching him as best as she could given her drunken state, she was wondering if he'd hit first or if she would have to show some initiative to get the ball rolling.

[Yetsuna Yishnir]

Due to lack of posts in this thread and two of the 3 participants having not posted in any threads for several weeks I am calling this thread (sadly) closed.

[Kento Waffles]

+130 TP to Izanagi.

+120 to Miranda.

+160 to Yetsuna.

+140 to Wycliff.