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"The winner will get the money" El D said, walking up to the bar and taking a seat to the right of the wolf man, placing a 50 of his own on the table, "And this..." he said, a golden amulet containg a large ruby in the center appearing in his hand with a flash of flame.


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"Fair enough," he said, reverting to his human form and placing a 50 on the counter like the other two had done. He then dialed his boss' number on his cellphone.

"Hello."

"Orlando? Yeah, I'll be a little while. And keep that spy on his toes, this might get messy." the next part of the call was whispered, so one would need very acute hearing to understand it. "And I found the target."

"You did? Good, because that's what I was wanting to talk to you about. I'll get somebody to distract DJ Zero...you'll know it when you see it." he hung up.

"Now that that's done," Ogre said, replacing his cell. He then reverted to his rock form. "Alright, here goes!" he snatched the glass from the counter and downed it, the liquid flowing through his body, coated in heavy granite. His mouth and throat burned, and a tingling sensation burst throughout his body. He coughed. "Mmm. Not bad. Not bad at all."

Ogre's gaze shifted to the Werewolf. "Huh. Interesting." he turned back to the bartender. "In that case, I'll take one of those things," he said, before gulping down the previous drink. "I think I can handle it!" he cried, shapeshifting into a hulking rock beast, similar to those of the Devouring Earth. His voice was now even lower and echoed within his body. "Especially like this. And if it does kill me, I need an excuse from work." Ogre beat his chest, followed by a low, long roar. He was obviously trying to show off to the Werewolf. "How's about a little contest, Wolf? Whoever can gulp down the most of these Man Killer things before passing out - or dying, wins. Anybody wanna place bets? Winnings will contribute to the inevitable rise of power of the Furioso Family, et cetera et cetera."

He caught the crowd's attention by slamming a granite foot on the floor. "And if anybody here makes a move against me for WHATEVER reason, the Furioso Family's monitoring the whole area, and'll take you down. Tough luck."

Just a moment after, he glanced at Schayde quickly. "Let's hope she doesn't suspect anything. I'll get a bonus if I bring her in for Orlando, even if I don't really want to." he thought, imagining the money he'd be rewarded with. His boss, Orlando Furioso had recently got a tip from somebody who wanted her out of the picture for whatever reason.

Leaning against the wall of the Hero-side bar in Pocket D, the villain Ogrebone chugged down more Superadine by the minute. He was oddly well dressed for the spawn of the Hollows - wearing a black suit with a crimson spade on the breast pocket, signifying his alliance with the Furioso Family. His rusty hair was styled into spikes, and dark glasses hid his eyes.

He dropped a bottle of 'Dyne, it shattering upon contact with the floor as he reached to answer his cellphone. "If that's you, don't bother me Orlando. I'm having fun." he said, his voice low and gruff.

"Well, when you're free, you'll need to come down by the hideout. Got something for you." he heard from his cell, quickly followed by being hung up on. Ogre put his cellphone away, and noticed he was out of Superadine.

He smashed the case with his foot, reducing it to dust. Walking over to the bar, he shoved aside a man on a stool, sitting himself down. The man he shoved aside snarled at him. "Think that's intimidating, do ya? Those tights of yours are terrifying, lemme tell ya." Ogre joked. The tiny hero sent a bolt of lightning at him, which didn't seem to phase Ogre at all, save the burnt spot on his shoulder. "If it weren't for those bouncers, I'd kill you. This suit is expensive, you know."

"You're supposed to be so tough? You don't look so strong. Your skin is green and you're wearing a mobster-style suit. I bet you don't pack much of a punch. Me and my friends beat up tons of Trolls every day!" the hero taunted.

"Oh, that's it." Ogre growled, getting up and throwing the stool aside, pumping Superadine energy to his fists to generate a red glow, and hardening his skin to stone. He lifted the punk up at the shoulders, and threw him off the balcony. "Loser."

He turned back to the bar and leaned against it. Noticing the demon-like bartender who didn't seem to be busy at the moment, he caught her attention. "I'll take anything. No time to be picky, I need to be somewhere."

This isn't really a noob story, just something funny that happened in my early days.

My two friends and I were running a mission at lvl 11-ish. I was playing my claws/regen, the two others were an Ar/Fire and a Inv/SS tank. I tell my blaster friend "You draw em, I'll intercept em." So, he launches an M30 at em. At that moment...I d/c just long enough for them to destroy us. He says to me "All I can say...nice intercepting!"

One mistake I'll not make again