Quiet Riot!

[Rennia Trayvold]

There was something to be said about a good sunset. Or at least the woman thought so anyway. The sun had just gone past the horizon and it scattered it's light over the numerous clouds that dotted the sky on this partly cloudy day, bathing them in hues of orange, red, pink and purple. True she loved the night more than the day, but sunset was still a sight she enjoyed seeing.

A breeze blew through the open window of a car that rolled down the road, almost seeming to chase that sunset. The sound of a supercharged 454 engine coming off the end of the tailpipes that did very little to help, echoed across the land and the nearby water. It created a calming rumble that, mixed with that cool, lakeside breeze, seemed to calm the driver of the vehicle. The car, a deep red 1967 Corvette Stingray sported two larger rear tires that helped grip the road and gave the car an aggressive look. Slightly off to it's right, the city of Detroit, Michigan loomed, becoming bigger and bigger as the car drew nearer to it.

The female driver let her eyes close for a few short moments at a time before opening equally slowly. She was by no means tired, but she simply liked letting her eyes close as the breeze hit her face. That was soon interrupted as she caught the faint sound of the nearly muted stereo changing songs. Her eyes opened up and she reached over to crank the volume on the reworked sound system. Instantly the drums and heavy guitar intro of Metal Health started playing. The sound filled the cabin of the car and reached outward, flooding the nearby landscape with that old tune. It went so perfectly with the vehicle and setting she found, so she allowed herself to push the throttle up, driving the RPM and the volume of the engine. The mix of musics was almost like a drug to the daemoness. She didn't need speed. She didn't need flight. Both had their own fun, but the sound of Rock and roll and a rumbling V8 in old America was just intoxicating.

As the words started, she began singing along to it now as she began pulling into the city. She shifted down so she could keep the RPMs at least fairly high, even if it wasn't as efficient on gas. Fuck gas efficiency; She wanted sound. The woman rolled the car down into Detroit, coming off the freeway and making her way onto one of the city roads. There she pulled into the back parking lot of a diner. She wasn't sure if she intended to go in or not, but she felt like staying a while. She still couldn't understand the connection with freedom that old America had. Every time she found herself around the reminders of that period between the fifties through the eighties, she just felt at home. Perhaps she simply didn't want to move on to the new generation just yet. She'd certainly adapted to it, but that didn't mean she wanted to be a part of it.

For now she slid the vehicle into a parking spot backwards and left the engine running as the song continued to play. She leaned back in her seat (which didn't adjust unfortunately) and closed her eyes, singing along faintly with the song between the instrument solos.

[Eskil Tyrsted]

Eskil lay on his motorcycle, his back leaning against the meters as he looked up at the sky. He had been saving up for this trip for months, a sort of vacation from his job. There was something about American roads that the roads of his Irish home couldn't capture. The roads at home had a feeling of freedom to them, to be sure, but there was something extra that set the roads of America apart.

His trip wasn't entirely for pleasure, though. Ireland had grown too peaceful for a warrior like himself. He had heard from some of the local circles that apparently America was heating up, giving him all the incentive he needed to go. Because of this, his wolf-headed hammer, named Fenrir for the beast that took Tyr, the Nordic God of War's right hand, was resting in between the handles of his motorcycle, named Sleipnir, Odin's 8 legged steed.

If it were not already obvious by his naming conventions, Eskil observed his ancestor's worship of the Gods of Norse mythology. Even his birth name was abandoned in the ashes of the orphanage he had lived in. The Catholic God had abandoned him, so he began to worship the ones that outright told you that you needed to earn their favor.

Eskil shook the thoughts of his past out of his mind, as a red Corvette Stingray drove into the parking lot. He didn't know the specific year, but knew that it was a model from the mid to late 60's. He also knew that the engine had been modified. It roared too deeply for stock, even if the Stingray's engine was already impressive. The woman inside had shortish, blood-red hair, and was rocking out to Metal Health, a song that Eskil recognized, but didn't usually go out of his way to listen to. He more preferred songs of bands like Manowar. But, to each his own, as was his philosophy. He merely returned to looking up at the sky.

[Toksyck Riot]

Riot had been in a diner, her own car in the front. She moved around to the back to have a quick hit. She leaned up against the wall closing her eyes, and took a hit from the sweet tasting electronic she had, a sickly green light it had on the end. It was one filled with medication given to her by a friend. She closed her eyes and sighed, she blew the smoke out her nose feeling the instant calm of the medication working it's way through her body, instantly she had her gun in her hand, hidden and out of sight from the person driving the rather loud vehicle. She eyed the car and smirked, the last time she'd seen one like this it was shortly after 1967 though she couldn't pin exactly when the last time she had seen it was. She walked toward it, combat boots barely making any sound on the pavement beneath her, though the silver clasps on her wrist restraints and collar did make a little clinking noise. She had on a tight black tank top as well as camouflage pants, that did well to hide the weapons that were hidden on her, "Wolf my friend!" She said as the car stopped and she was close enough to be heard over the music.

[Rennia Trayvold]

The daemoness's eyes snapped open and came to focus as she heard the voice over the music. Her hand reached out and turned the knob to the left, lowering the volume of the music so she didn't have to yell and the other woman wouldn't either. A smirk played across her lips slowly at the same time. She recognized that familiar voice and slowly gazed over. Those eyes ran over the woman from head to toe, taking in the figure she hadn't seen in some time.

"well well well... Now there's a face I haven't seen in a while. You were pretty quiet there Riot." Rennia paused and shook her head slowly at the unintentional pun. She had to have been losing it. "For once we're not meeting with you getting shot at. That's a good change, I'll have to admit." The daemoness pushed the clutch in and waited a few moments before shifting the car into gear and shutting it off. It rolled ever so slightly as it was caught by the transmission, letting the vehicle hang. "Didn't expect to find you here of all places, though it's a pleasant surprise."

Rennia's brow furrowed at something but she wasn't sure what it was at the moment. Something in the back of her head was tingling but it wasn't there enough to tell her what it was. She felt like she was being watched... but wasn't at the same time. She decided to take note of the sensation but wrote it off as merely a passing fool that had been watching them.

[Eskil Tyrsted]

Another woman came out from within the diner. She wore a tight-fitting shirt, loose pants, and several pieces of "jewelry" that looked like bondage equipment. He didn't care what people wore, but he did give her a sideways glance. After taking a hit off of an electronic cigarette, she walked up to the red car that had drove up. What they said wasn't his business, so he decided to go inside.

He left his hammer in his motorcycle. If something were to happen with something that was more than human, he would have to hope that he could fight it off until he could get outside. He sat himself down next to the wall of windows on the building. What they said wasn't any of his business, but he wanted to watch them in case they did something that would be punishable. The two of them would be truly difficult, as they were both obviously fighters, but it was his job to be a punisher. If he fell, then it would be his time, and he would hopefully move on to Valhalla.

[Toksyck Riot]

Riot smirked at Ren's unintentional pun, it was rather funny to be honest. She laughed as Ren made a comment on her getting shot at every time they met. The last time had been at the 'game' that she was not planning on bringing up. "Yeah well... most of the time, they shoot at me because I'm standing next to you." She said before she let out a sigh, she leaned over into the window and whispered into Rennia's ear, "Hey wolf... you get the feeling someones watchin' us?" She asked before her lips brushed the woman's cheek. She smiled at Rennia before standing back up straight. She knew better than to lean against the woman's car, "Mmmm I remember this beauty." She ran her hand along the car, and of course didn't leave a mark of any kind. "I remember when you bought her." She said with a laugh.

She let out a sigh, she had wanted to talk to Ren about something, Ren was the only person she could talk to, Ren even know about what Ace had done to her. Riot was still angry about that, but wouldn't bring his name up now, but she needed to soon. She let out another sigh before looking at Ren and smiling, "Adam and I broke up." She said looking up at the night sky. She looked around to see who was watching but since she couldn't pin point it she didn't care. She took off her sunglasses to show her brilliant, almost glowing pink eyes. "Don't really care so don't make a big deal about it yeah?" The same thing she said when Ren found out about Ace. She crossed her legs and smirked, "Anyway, it's been to long Ren, you hungry?" She asked brushing her green hair out of her face.

[Aagney Aodh]

Aagney wasn't one to wander north america but he was one to go to the continent if there was a suitable challenge. Aagney gave up on fighting humans as most couldn't compete with him. He had gotten the idea of fighting a polar bear as he had fought other animals and none could prove to be a challenge. He packed his stuff and got a ticket from Bangkok to Canada. In Canada he got a flight up to northern Canada where he took a guide trip out to the bears. This trip had taken many days but as he got closer and closer to fighting one he was getting excited. Soon the day was upon him to fight it. He silently rode in the large vehicle, when they finally approached a bear he stood up and looked at it. Climbing out the hatch on the roof he jumped down into the snow.

Facing off with the bear he slammed his fist into the bears throat as it reared up and roared at him. Silencing the beast he tackled it and proceeded to relentlessly pummel this beast. It got a good swipe on him, knocking him back and cutting open his chest in 3 long gashes. Aagney was a about to go after the beast again when a man yelled out and shot the bear with a tranquilizer dart. Furious as the bear soon fell unconscious he ran over to the large truck. Rocking it back and forth he soon got it to the point of tipping over. Yelling out loudly as he pushed the truck over, walking around once it was on its side he pulled the man out from inside of the vehicle. Holding him by the throat he slammed his fist into his face, dropping the man as he was knocked out he yelled in anger before kicking the vehicle and starting to walk back the way they came.

After a few days of walking he was picked up by another guide, taking him back he soon got a flight to Detroit, Michigan. Hours passed and it was early morning before he was back on solid ground. Still angry he walked out of the airport and just walked to try and calm down. Ending up on the outskirts of the city as dawn was approaching he found him self near a diner, walking inside he took a seat at a table and once the waitress came up he ordered a lot of food.

They waitress gave him his food and he slowly ate it. A good hour had passed before he was finished with eating all the food and sitting there, calming down so he wouldn't destroy the building. As he was putting the money on the table he looked over at the sound of a vehicles engine. The building practically vibrated, looking away he caught a glimpse of a large muscular man getting off of his motorcycle. A large hammer sat between the handlebars. This man was large and well built but not nearly as large as Aagney was, a thought ran through his mind that maybe this guy was a worthy opponent. Watching him walk over and sit down in a booth he stared out the window at two women. Grinning he put the money on the table as he stood up slowly.

Taking off his robes he was wearing he revealed his finely tuned body, that of a greek olympic athlete, he was left with only a white loincloth on his body. Picking up a chair, raising it as he quietly walked up to the muscular man and yelled. "FIGHT!" As he yelled the word fight he swung the chair down at the man. If it were to hit the man it would break upon his head. Aagney would then proceed to throw a fury of punches at the muscular man in his state of confusion caused by being hit in the head with a chair out of the blue.

However if the man were to notice Aagney before he got the jump on him and block the chair he would then proceed to repeatedly swing the chair at the man until it broke, he would then proceed to throw a fury of punches at the man.

[Rennia Trayvold]

Rennia chuckled at the comment. "Just because I'm better at taking care of the problems you caused, doesn't mean they're shooting at you because of me." Then she perked a brow at Riot as she seemed to voice the question she herself had. That only served to confirm her suspicion that they were being watched. Rennia was about to comment on Riot being close to leaning on her car when the woman straightened herself back up again. Good, she remembered, the daemoness thought. Rennia was not too fond of people leaning on her car in any sense of the word. 'I remember this beauty. I remember when you bought her.' Rennia chuckled at the memory of when she bought her car. It was so long ago.

"Yeah, but it's changed a lot since then. A lot. I think I've sunken another two hundred grand into this car. But yeah, that was a great day wasn't it?" Even after the past forty-six years, the vehicle had remained in practically new condition. Even the frame seemed to be in excellent condition. Then there was the sound system and the reinforced cabin. The car was anything but ordinary. She had also only needed to paint the machine once in all that time, which all things considered meant she took amazing care of the machine.

The next words out of her mouth caused her to furrow her brow. Rennia was not pleased to hear that once again the man had moved on. She took a deep breath and seemed about ready to formulate an idea about what she was going to do about that asshole when suddenly her attention was taken away from the topic when she gazed through the windshield of the car. Rennia could only just blink at what she saw. She had a clear view into the Diner, and at first, nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. She had seen patrons sitting in their seats, enjoying their meals. However, out of nowhere a man had approached another man who had been eating alone, and seemed to have a chair held over his head. Seconds later he brought the chair down onto the patron in the seat and proceeded to go all out on him.

Her mouth parted for a moment at the odd, unexpected scene, but she soon closed it as she squinted past the somewhat dirty windows. "Is that... Aagney?" She lifted her hand and pointed a finger at what was going on inside the diner, not quite sure what to make of it yet. Finally she would open her door and step out, rolling the window up as she continued to watch the scene. By now the other patrons had started to get up and were either staring, moving in an attempt to help (Though likely futilely) or trying to get the fuck out of Dodge. Rennia closed the door and motioned to head inside. If nothing else, she wanted a better view of whatever the fuck Aagney was up to this time. She remembered the brute from their game. He had been more than a little aggressive but at least he had been fairly reliable.

"Yeah... I do think a meal might be good right about now. I wonder if they serve popcorn here. Popcorn seems like it would fit the occasion." She said nothing about not making a big deal out of what the woman had said earlier. She figured Riot should know better than to believe Rennia would simply let something like that go on without her doing something about it. She just wouldn't tell her that she would and hope that the woman would simply forget.

She would head into the diner unless stopped by Riot, where upon she would simply find a corner of the building to watch the fight go on, without bothering to even attempt to break it up. If the crowd got too rowdy however she would step in, pulling them back to prevent them from getting a hold of the two and pulling them apart.

[Eskil Tyrsted]

Eskil was too busy looking out of the window at the two women to notice the large man coming over to his table. It wasn't until he heard someone scream "FIGHT!" that he turned around. He managed to block the chair just before it got to his head. He managed to keep his arms up while being repeatedly beat on with the chair before it broke, the onslaught leaving large bruises on his arms.

He took the opening of the chair breaking to force himself up, going into his formless stance, his right arm cocked at the shoulder, his left held in front of him as he stood with his left leg in front. He didn't care what the man wanted or why he attacked him, he was getting bored. If a man could just attack you in broad daylight, as the saying goes, then America was truly heating up. This man could provide a challenge. Eskil relished the thought of a worthy opponent finding him, rather than the other way around.

[Toksyck Riot]

Riot was silent as she listened to Rennia before arching a brow, "I think you have our relationship wrong dearest Wolf." She went quiet as Rennia perked her brow, she nodded saying that she understood that they both had felt it. She sighed and laughed when Rennia started talking about her car, "I would assume so. I cannot believe it's been so long since we last saw each other. I've missed you." Riot looked away after saying the words and managed to get a glimpse inside of the diner. She blinked a few times in disbelief as Rennia began to go inside. Riot shook her head and followed, wondering who the hell would be starting a fight at night but as she got closer she realized it was in fact the brute from before. She tilted her head and laughed. Like Rennia she would stay back and only interfere if needed.

[Aagney Aodh]

The chair broke into quite a few pieces that were scattered on the floor. Quickly throwing the pieces in his hands at the man he grabbing another chair with his right hand, swinging it over his head and brought it down towards the mans head with as much force as he could. If it hits it would shatter the chair and Aagney would try to slam his knee into the mans sternum. If he blocked it however Aagney would try to slam his foot into the mans stomach and kick him back against the wall.

The power behind his knee slamming into the mans chest would be enough to break a few of his ribs. The power behind the kick would send him back to hit the wall hard. That is if the man didn't dodge either of them.

This man was to arrogant, he wasn't disciplined at all. Such a sloppy stance. It was just pissing off Aagney even more each second he had to fight this undisciplined sack of unsalted meat. "IF YOU ARE GOING TO FUCKING FIGHT, THEN FIGHT. I AM GOING TO GRIND YOUR CARTILAGE YOU SACK OF USELESS MEAT!" Aagney yelled as he kept attacking.

[Rennia Trayvold]

The daemoness chuckled. "I suppose I'd try to deny it too." A wicked grin crossed her face before Riot started talking about missing her. "Hey now... Let's not get sentimental here. Them feeling things are dangerous." At her own reply she had to suppress the grin that tried to pull at her lips once more.

When they got inside, Rennia gazed at the scene with some deal of interest. One guy tried to break them up, but stopped when Rennia grabbed a hold of him and pulled him away. The man was about to fight off Rennia, till he got a good look at the hellishly tall woman who had pried him effortlessly away from the two. He cowered back and decided it was better not to get involved in the fight between the two.

Rennia had to admit, the man's reply was a bit disappointing, but she was still interested in what the hell the man was doing. She remembered him from the maze, and it appeared he was still hotheaded as ever. She wasn't sure why he was fighting the man, but that would come later. For now she looked over at Riot and shrugged before returning to watching the fight between the two.

[Toksyck Riot]

Riot smirked at Rennia, "Denial ha." She said before listening to the next part and arching a brow, she rolled her eyes, even though she knew the other woman was right. Emotions got in the way ninety nine out of one hundred times. She watched Aagney closely making a face, this man had seemed very angry at the maze and this time didn't seem much different. It made her smile a little bit as she watched wondering if maybe she should pull them off of each other, but watching Aagney she decided she enjoyed living more than she enjoyed helping someone, though the cops would show up if this took to much longer. She looked over at the men and clicked her tongue, "Hey big guy! Whatcha doin?" She asked over the noise of people yelling and the sound of bones breaking. She couldn't help but laugh, she wasn't even sure he would hear her.

[Eskil Tyrsted]

The man brought down the last piece of the chair on Eskil's head, which he managed to block, and was rewarded with a foot in his stomach. He hit the wall as all of the air was forced out of his lungs. He heard the man shout obscenities and threats at him. Eskil only responded with almost maniacal laughter as he stood up. The laugh was instantly cut as he finally stood. His form had changed entirely, his left shoulder came down a little as his arm came up tight to his side. The position forced him to look up some at his opponent. His killer's eyes sat atop a madman's smile, as the gears of the war machine that was Eskil unchained began to turn.

"I LIKE you!" He said, the pleasure could still be heard in his voice. "YOU'RE someone I can have FUN WITH!" The last words were yelled as he practically flew toward his opponent, his right arm came forward into a feint as his left arm came up into an uppercut. This man didn't look like one to dodge, so he would either block or take the damage. Either way, Eskil would continue his use of momentum by rotating on his hip to bring his right knee into the man's stomach. He didn't care if it left him open to a leg pick, or whatever else the man knew what to do.

America apparently was a good place to go, as Eskil was enjoying himself again. He was a drunk and an addict, with pain as his drink of choice, and adrenaline his drug.