A Hefty Challenge (open)

[Gahrok]

The streets of the filthy city were lined with human wretches. Asmodeus moved silently about them, taking great care despite his invisibility to them that he did not tread on them, or anywhere near them… as if somehow they could taint his superiority. He was headed nowhere in particular, infact, more then anything he hoped that someone was heading in his direction. Like a constant and suffocating secretion Asmodeus allowed his devilish reiatsu to escape and drift into the air around him,a dangerous cologne and an impressive challenge. Would anyone be willing to take it?

The people around him began to feel the haze surrounding them, growing uneasy, even dizzy with his reiatsu. They carried on though, no doubt attributing their sudden exhaustion and drain to the summer heat. He laughs insidiously, how wrong they were. How stupid they were… and to think, he could take their lives in a second and they’d never know. But such was the way of this celestial game of power, the weak always had it thusly. Asmodeus stopped his little jaunt when he came to the nearest bar and lounge, grinning, he slipped through the door after a young couple entered and sat down at the bar, stealing the drink off of a man beside him and sipping on it slowly. He was releasing his reiatsu now in great bursts, so strong that gasps arose from those dancing in the club. Many began to feint, some vomited… and all were heavily dizzy and disoriented.

Asmodeus tapped his foot impatiently as he sipped on the stolen martini, how long would it be before those agents of heaven came down for a little chat. If he was lucky, they wouldn’t keep him waiting. If THEY were lucky, he eyed the people mockingly, they wouldn’t keep him waiting. It wasn’t like he wanted, or even needed to kill anybody, Asmodeus though to himself as he took another sip of the beverage, although it was fun. He grinned as he watched the chaos around him. These humans were worthless though, for all the fun they provided. Fame was never granted to those who preyed only on the weak, especially if those weaklings couldn’t even see the one who killed them. Growing impatient Asmodeus hurled his glass at the wall, watching with feint amusement as it shattered into a million pieces and as the humans looked around bewildered for its source.

They never understood it, not the humans… not the shinigami. The pawns in the chess match always had to keep telling themselves that it was not a game. Fools. But he knew… he had always known. That’s why he was the number one espada, that’s why those fools suffered under him. That’s why he was the winner in the game, and they the losers. Asmodeus’s fingers curled into fists. That’s why they needed to come, so that he could show them… so that they’d have the scars to prove his power, and hopefully their tongues remaining to tell the tale.

[Roddo]

Appearance (assuming it's dimming light/dawn or something)

The smell ... the oh so sweet smell with a hint of stench, something the likes of the shadowy being was used to as he lived his life amongst the living. There he stood crouched low looking upon the city from ontop a crossbar of a holycross that statued over a chapel. His eyes scanned lightly over the city as he observed the area below and the light gleamed off the center of his shades.

His head swayed slowly back and forth as numerous reiatsu trails filled his view like an abounding rainbow that moved through the city. One in particular stuck out like an adult among children, like a bitch among her pups. He stood to his feet with a slight smirk as his jacket caught wind and began to seemingly dance in the breeze that blew across his very being.

"This should be ineresting."

He whispered aloud as he launched from his position in the form of a front flip over the edge of the building and quickly disappeared from view as though he dissolved into the air itself.

The soft tap of the bottom of his boots seem to echo through the alley in which he landed, he walked slowly with his hand in his jacket pockets toward the signature in which he detected all while lowering his own to nearly nothing. His shades made things a bit more easier and specific when it came to these type of things, the reiatsu trail eventually lead him to a nearby bar. The trail itself had seemed slopply placed, as though it was meant to be found ... he will soon find out why.

Roddo walked in as though he was a regular and took a seat quite a distance from the whole reason he was there, he took his left hand out of his pocket and tapped it slightly on the bar ... "Orange Juice ..." he spoke calmly in the direction of the keep as he awaited him to bring his drink. He wasn't in a hurry, in fact he paid no attention to those around him eventhough he was always mentally and physically aware of their presence.

(don't mind some of the mistypes, hard to fix with a f-ed up keyboard. If anything needs to be cleared i'll do it when i get home.)

[Gahrok]

Asmodeus looked discreetly at the door, a furtive glance telling him all he needed to now about the newcomer. The man sat down at the other end of the bar without so much as a glance. Asmodeus, however, knew that his opponent knew who he was and that they both knew exactly why each other was here. Like moths to a flame, it never failed, though Asmodeus victoriously as he dropped his stealth approach and gave his new “friend” a long hard look. He definitely looked strong, built too… and his reiatsu was rather impressive to boot. Not by any means, small prey. But Asmodeus’ brow furled… the scent of the reiatsu, it wasn’t shinigami… not arrancar… could it be?

He sat momentarily stunned as his though process was broken, the man had ordered orange juice. Asmodeus raised his eyebrows. A hulking man like him… in a bar… sipping on orange juice, he nearly chuckled but restrained himself at the last second. That would be far from a good introduction for either of them. Worry began to creep into his mind, this was not at all what he had envisioned. If he was correct, this man was a vaizard, and from his throbbing reiatsu… a powerful one. The plan had been to squash some easy prey for some quick reputation. But then again, Asmodeus thought, the gambles always had the possibility of paying off well. If this man was well known…

Aw hell, he thought to himself as he plucked up the courage, at the very worst he’d leave a few marks and then retreat… a scar and a story is worth more then a fresh filled body-bag, Asmodeus had always enjoyed that quote of his. But then, he did rather enjoy every quote that he coined from his own constant ponderings. First, however, came the verbal joust… the political ballet of a tongue to tongue swordfight. Oh how he enjoyed it, grinning Asmodeus used his sonido to bring himself a hairs breadth from the man. Standing overtop of the still sitting newcomer, Asmodeus addressed the top of his head with interest and a rather unpleasant sort of morbid joviality that bordered on psychopathic glee: “So, my friend… I believe introductions are in order. I am Asmodeus, chief Espada. And you….?

[Roddo]

His eyes were fixed on an area behind the bar but was quickly diverted by the placement of his orange juice upon the table. He stared at the glass as though he was waiting for it to drink itself, as he clutched his hands around the glass and the condensation enveloped around his fingers his attention was diverted again by the stare that was felt across the bar.

Roddo brought the glass to his lips and slipped it slowly but anxiously as the man appeared beside him, as the words of foresight left the lips of the stranger Roddo slowly swiveled the chair in which he sat toward the direction of the Espada. He slowly placed his glass back upon the bar as it's sound seemed to travel through the open area of the lounge. "Chief Espada eh ?" he thought to himself as the words enveloped his minds like sweet but poisonous nectar. He then looked the 'man' directly into his eyes as he spoke ...

"Yeah, i guess you can say that ... I am ... Sabajino, Roddo ... Ex-Shinigami Captain. I honestly don't believe that this meeting was by accident ... such a high ranking officer ... in this town? One would think that a statement is trying to be made ..." He said as the words seemed to spew wildly but calmly at the same time toward the Espada. Roddo's face stayed calm as he continued to peer into the eyes of Asmodeus ... "So ... what brings you to a place such as this ? ... ... " he questioned as he turned to the bar and once again took a sip of his orange Juice.

[Gahrok]

The calm ramblings of the ex-shinigami planted a lop sided grin on Asmodeus’s usually grimacing visage. He had the feeling he was in the presence of a rather interesting, and perhaps rather powerful character. Clearly his opponent had seen through his guise and knew what he was there for, fair enough, thought Asmodeus to himself. This Roddo fellow had decided to voluntarily enter into the mousetrap despite his apparent awareness. The man was clearly intelligent, his words playing a rather daunting move on the social chess-board that was their conversation.

“Well…” said Asmodeus, his word heavily thoughtful, “If as you say, I have come here by no accident. And indeed to make a statement…. need you ask what brings me here?”

Taking a rather dramatic pause, Asmodeus sat down beside Roddo, putting up a hand to signify to the waiter he wished to order a drink. Turning to face the large man beside him he cocked an eyebrow. “So I guess then, my friend, the question that remains is: Why have YOU come?”. Asmodeus’s uneven green began to spread. How would Roddo answer that one…. would he be the one to initiate the inevitable conflict? The bomb set to explode had been passed to Roddo, and it was going to be hard to dodge. God, thought Asmodeus, how I love a good verbal joust. “To what do I owe the honor of my own personal stalker?” he chuckled, passing his comments off as a harmless joke…. but their insulting connotations still rang true.

[GoldenKitten]

Moved to Dead RP's.