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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2017 17:43:45 GMT
"Yeah yeah. Whatever you say, Mr. Donkey Dick Sword." Ruka said, dropping the bottle in his hand and began to rummage through the other bottles. "Empty. Empty. Empty! Come on, there's gotta be one with some booze left in it!" He mumbled angrily as he could feel himself getting sober by the minute. If Fido and Shimapan detest him now, they're gonna really hate him when his buzz wears off.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2017 23:52:12 GMT
Shimapan didn't directly respond to Ruka. She wanted to keep her cool and make it through the situation without anymore issues. Though she did give a slight gesture to the loud demon, in an attempt to prove her point about wanting to avoid him. As long as he kept making a fool of himself, Shimapan was sure she'd continue to look better by comparison.
"Thank you very much Sir! I promise something like this won't happen again!" Shimapan said as she walked down from the seats to join Fundoshi.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2017 15:26:08 GMT
His distaste with Ruka growing by the minute, Fundoshi honestly wanted to find some booze, himself. But no one likes a drunk Berzerker. No one. (Except maybe Mong but that was another matter entirely that he had pushed to the waaaaaaay back of his mind.)
"Now... Rukavitsa, right? Let's go before I find more reasons to dislike you." He said with a sort of curt, sort of polite gesture toward the doors of the Coliseum.
He peered over at Shimapan with a lesser look of frustration. It was more residual from his encounter with Ruka than for the young, blue demoness that was so totally lost she went to a Coliseum for directions.
Hell Corp was going down the shitter, but he certainly wasn't going to express his concerns about that verbally. Nor would he write back home about his failure as a trainer.
Of course, he could probably train Ruka, but if The Eastern Absolute gave up on him there was no hope for the man, now.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2017 20:10:31 GMT
Ruka looked through a few more bottles before giving up with a sigh. Not a drop to be found.
“Alright, fine. My buzz is starting to wear off so I got no reason to be here anymore. See ya later, Shitpants or whatever the fuck your name was.” Ruka said, giving a small wave goodbye to Shimpan then made his way to the coliseum doors.
He wondered what kind of ‘punishment’ Fido would give him for drinking in the training grounds. A mountain of paperwork? Suspension? A whipping, maybe? Nah, Fido called it ‘a slap on the wrist’, so it had be something pretty lenient.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2017 19:18:57 GMT
Fundoshi escorted him toward the door and made absolutely sure he had left the coliseum completely before turning back to Shimapan and looking around at all the empty bottles that were strewn about the ground. Yeah, he was slowly finding a way to punish Ruka later. Yes, indeed.
"At least there's no clear damage to the area." He said to himself as he walked back to the lost demon girl, "Okay, now to take care of you. Let's get you to where you were intending to be."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2017 2:39:30 GMT
As Ruka left the coliseum, he heard a little squeak and immediately stopped walking. He turned his head and saw a white rat, nibbling on some crumbs that it found. "It's a white rat." He said to himself, "I don't have any white rats back home." Ruka slowly began to creep up on the rat, taking each step more and more careful as he got closer, then quickly pounced at the rat, hoping to catch it. But instead, he landed face first into the wall. Ruka rubbed his head and saw the rat running off. "Hey, come back!" He shouted and began chasing the rat throughout the coliseum. As the chase went, Ruka knocked down vases, busts, and other sculptures and works of art that laid through the coliseum's halls and making an awful lot of noise in the process.
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