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Riddick (r_b_riddick) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-07-26 21:32:00

Current mood:	angry
Entry tags:	complete, day 9, mamoru chiba, richard riddick, tuxedo mask

Who: Riddick and OTA
What: Riddick is pissed and looks for a fight?
When: in the early evening
Where: The fitness center
Rating: Heh right off ,PG13 for language and violence!
Status:Complete

Riddick was very much aware that his new roomie was not there and also aware that Vaako did not approve of the fact that Riddick kept the place dark. But he didn't care really.He didn't even want Vaako sharing a damn room with him but what choice did he have?

What was even odder was the strange and weird emotions the other man brought up in the Furyan not to mention the fact that he made Riddick all confused. And even more the fact that Riddick was actually worried about the Necro's well being. He could not lie to himself and say it was because he wanted to hurt himself because he actually felt something almost akin to guilt for what he had done to Vaako yesterday. And the more he thought the more pissed he became.

Growling, Riddick finally had enough. Sure he could work out in his room but being here reminded him of vaako and he needed to get away. He grabbed a bag with some clothes in it and his glasses and headed out. He didn't mind the rain as it soaked him heading toward the main building. He needed to do something to get out this anger right now. Luckily he found a gym and no one was around so he entered it.

Quickly changing Riddick dimmed the lights so he could go without his glasses and found a bag near by. So using bared fists, Riddick began to take his anger and aggression out on the nearby punching bag. He kept punching, his knuckles raw and beginning to crack. It was only helping him a little.

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prince_endymion
2008-08-01 07:36 pm UTC (link)

Back and forth, and every time, Riddick was just slightly better than him. He couldn't understand it. He was much better trained, even in his normal, everyday form, than most people. The only explanation, one that didn't really require much thought, was that this man was not normal. Which meant, well, he'd gotten himself into a potentially sticky situation.

Riddick was just a tiny bit faster, just a tiny bit stronger, and he knew in the end, the bald man would win. This didn't exactly please him, but as he saw it, he could take one of three options. Either he could keep fighting and lose, as he was doing now, or he could run away. Or... he could transform. He could do the one thing that might give him an edge in the fight, and change from Mamoru to Tuxedo Mask.

It was risky, of course. He wasn't in the habit of just transforming in front of people he didn't know, didn't trust. But Riddick, he wasn't sure the other man would let him go, actually. If he was going to get out of this without feeling serious pain, he might have no other choice.

There was only a split second to decide, and Mamoru made his choice. Reaching into the pocket of his sweat pants, he pushed Riddick off him. He knew the other man would be on him in seconds, but that's all he needed. The rose came out of his pocket, and his clothing shimmered and disappeared. A light surrounded him, and when it faded, he was dressed in a tuxedo, with a mask over his eyes and a tophat. He was Tuxedo Mask, and whatever Neptune said, he was a fighter.

"There, that's better..."

The strength of his new form filled his tall, muscular body, and he smirked, jumped up high into the air over the other man's head, and landed hard on his shoulders, knocking him to the ground. Before he could be reacted to, he was up and off again, standing on top of the weight benches he'd recently been working out at.

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r_b_riddick
2008-08-02 05:35 pm UTC (link)

It happened too quickly. Riddick was on top of the other man,seemingly getting the upper hand then once more he was being thrown off. It wasn't one sided nor was one truly winning over the other. There had only been one man who could go back and forth with Riddick and actually hold their own. Each time, it was a miracle to be honest that Riddick was just slightly better than the other man. It could have been age, as Riddick was sure he had more over the other man and certainly more experience. Riddick seriously doubted the kid ever fought unless there was no other choice, where as Riddick had been fighting all his life just to survive.

What happened next had Riddick standing in shock and yes, even amazement. The man was , what in the hell was he doing? One moment he was standing there and Riddick was sure the kid was going to walk away and the next, Riddick was watching as the other man went completely naked and then came back as, what in the hell was that? His voice held a questioning tone as well as even an amazed one as he spoke.

"What the hell...?" Though really he wasn't sure if he was really talking ot anyone but himself. And what would it have mattered. WHo ever the hell this was seemed to be stronger than whoever the hell Riddick was just fighting. The other man landing on his shoulders and knocking him down effortlessly proved that. But Riddick was not weak and once he regained his bearings, almost with animal like grace and speed, he was moving. He would no longer underestimate this new being in whom he was facing. He seemed much stronger than the person he was just fighting.

Quickly though, Riddick was jumping up, bringing his feet out in front of him and kicking the man off the benches, sending him backwards and never missing a beat, Riddick was on top of him no sooner had he hit the ground. He could sense that he wouldn't have the upper hand for too long.

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prince_endymion
2008-08-03 11:01 am UTC (link)

A small smile touched his lips at the other man's response. Maybe now, he'd stop mocking him. The strength and agility of his Tuxedo Mask form surged through him, and he felt ready to take on anything. It was weird, though, that he'd had to transform for someone who was, essentially, just a human. Incredible.

He saw Riddick coming, but the other man was still fast, and he surprisingly didn't have time to get out of the way. He could prepare, though, and this time he didn't hit nearly as hard as he had before. The trick, he knew, was to get to his feet before Riddick could really latch on, and that's exactly what he did. One quick uppercut to the other man's face to stun him for a second, then he was up and jumping onto a freestanding weight machine, slightly over the level of Riddick's head. There, he gestured, produced a red rose from nowhere, and threw it at the other man's face. His calling card, and usually he used it to announce his presence, but this time, he had a different motive.

While Riddick was distracted with the flower, he decided, he would jump down on top of him. As the rose flew towards the bald man, he once more gestured and a walking stick appeared in his hand. For him, it was no mere aid to walking. In his hands, it was a weapon.

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