The Fight for Calxiyn

I have your girl.




She is mine. I plan to keep her forever. However:

If you want her back you must trade for something of greater or equal value.


If you have nothing to trade then follow these instructions:

1. get on a boat docked in liverpool
2. it will take you to the mid-atlantic
3. I will meet with the boat.
4. wear all black
5. knife fight at midnight.

the winner gets Cal.

godspeed.

-cstar


I await your response, @al215​

 

You should at least put the guns away when you are trying to convince someone it's a knife fight.

 

Actually, from up to twenty feet, so long as the gun is holstered, a knife can win. Throwing knifes specifically. A tomahawk would be even better. Don't let @cstar know that though. We'll give the opposition a fighting chance. I might make the trip just to watch the battle ... and stab the winner in the back.

~Nights

 

I'll trade you your life for her.

Fair trade right? You get to live and I get my Calxiyn back XD

 

A figure steps out from the darkness.

"Hello, @al215 . How's'ih playin' out fer you, eh?" He asks, speaking with a dark, cold rasp. He is a deplorably slimy character, but he is there none the less. He licks his teeth and chuckles devilishly before discarding a cigarette butt to stamp it out on the ground with one of his heavy black boots. He digs his black leather gloved hands in the pockets of his black leather jacket before pulling a pack of cigarettes from his skinny jean pockets; he certainly needs the skinny jeans, as he's about 172cm tall, but can't be more than 8 stones heavy. He lights his cigarette and laughs at you. "Oi regret to inform you tha' Cstah 'as left on important mathairs." He adjusts the flat black cap atop his head and beams two, sunken hazel eyes your way with malice. He removes his hat to run his gloved fingers through his greasy head of dark brown hair. "And as I am a soulless wretch, I'm afraid I'll have to decline your honorable offer of someone else's life." He shakes his head. "C'mon, 'ave a li'l more honor than tha', an' that's coming from me, eh?"

He turns his direction towards @Nights™. "I always use a knife. Guns are too messy... too quick." He goes from sleazy to unstable sound double for Heath Ledger's Joker in a second. His attention turns back to Al. "I'm sorry, but you're just going to have to play along with the little game we have going here. Otherwise, where's the fun in that, right?" Funny. He doesn't sound apologetic.

 

"Very well, I shall play your sick game." He replied, clenching his fist, clearly irritated by this turn of events. What does it take to get one's girl back? And why did CStar take her... "A knife fight eh @Sebax . Are weapons provided, or do we bring our own toys to the fight?" Another question sprung to his mind as he considered events coming up. To the mid-Atlantic... That would take some time, not to mention the problem of what to do when they got there. What would the situation be? Would Cal be there, or would she be held elsewhere? Regardless, he had to go. There was no way out of it. He couldn't possibly let Cal suffer at the hands of this strange woman who had kidnapped her. What devilries had she inflicted already? What else would she do? First these questions, then it was time to fight for Calxiyn.

 

Nights, unsure of the situation he had just gotten himself thrust into, decided to play things smooth and see where this turn of events would take him. While he wasn't completely interested in claiming Cal for his own, he was, in fact, interested in the current affairs of the shady looking figure, known as @Sebax, and the one who goes by @al215. "Well then, gentlemen, care to make a little wager? I'm not particularly interested in partaking in your game but I do enjoy a good battle every now and then. The wager is this: the first man, woman, or child to arrive on the field of battle will decide their opponent. That should spice things up a little bit more, eh?" Nights finished with a laugh. Judging by the intensity of both participants, this would surely be a battle for the ages and he wasn't going to miss out.

~Nights

 

Sebax tossed @al215 a switchblade with a condescending sneer. "Know how to use one of these, action hero?" He turned away, towards the docks. "Just leave the dirty tricks and double crossings to me there, hero. You're the good guy, after all, right?" He laughed explosively, showing his sarcasm in his previous statement. He didn't really care who was good or bad. He only liked he had someone's emotions to toy with at the time.

The sea was churning and begining to roll violently as a storm began to overtake the coastline. The engines of one of three nearby boats at the docks of Liverpool on the mark of @Nights™ saying "spice". "Spice you want, Spice you get." Sebax cranked up the radio on the water-based vehicle, so the others could hear it clearly. As he jetted off, giving himself an unfair but legal head start, he made one parting statement over the ship's PA system. "Just in case either of you get any funny ideas, I forget if Cal's on board, but I know she ain't in either of the two boats I left you. Good luck, kiddos."

 

Nights got a devilish grin on his face as he watched the trickster take his leave, "I gotta admit, his taste in music isn't lacking." He gazed around the docks and nodded at @al215 as he found what he was looking for, "You go ahead, I've got some business to take care of first. I'd recommend catching up as quickly as possible. No telling what that mad hatter type will do if you keep him waiting too long. Don't worry though, I'll be coming for the both of you shortly." He finished with a snicker as he began walking towards a group of people on down the docks.

~Nights

 

"Get back here you son of a *****!" He cursed as @Sebax drove off towards where Cal would be taken. "I'm going to gut that guy when I get my hands on him." Al casually threw the knife up in the air and caught it, ejecting the blade as he did so. The dim lights around glinted off the silvery blade. At least it's sharp. The other one didn't seem to be much better. He wasn't entirely sure what was worse. That jackass that just drove off or... Whoever the hell this other guy was. Either was Cal was his and despite whatever that smartass said he was the good guy. He was doing this out of necessity to save the girl he loved, not out of some twisted desire this other person seemed to have. Growling irritably, he boarded the boat and looked at the controls.
"Now how do I use this bloody thing exactly?" By pure chance, and possibly a bit of divine intervention for good measure, Al somehow managed to get the boat going in the right direction and at a good speed towards the place where they had to meet. He felt the knife in his pocket as he sat at the controls. "Don't worry my friend. You'll get your blood soon."

 

I swipe her away from you and we sit on a white Chocobo.

"That's enough of that."

 

do i get a say in who is kidnapping me or am i just

Spoiler

 

I dunno but if people took Cal right under my nose, then someone wasn't doing their job correctly.

 

No, now get back in your castle and wait for the help that never comes

 

Hey! I'll get there! Eventually...

 

Oh dear child

you're on a boat

a boat in the middle of the ocean.

a boat I provided for you.

*holds up detonation switch*

I hope you're good at taking explosions, and then swimming.

it has truly been a pleasure.

 

Does eventually mean Mario saving peach speed or Link saving Zelda speed?

 

"Ohh ****." Al said simply after hearing the voice. Desperately, he looked around for the explosives, but to no avail. Stuck. But then, he realised a technicality that would allow him to succeed! He was sent to the Mid-Atlantic for a battle. Well, there would be the vessel. And since it was the mid-Atlantic, and he was in the middle of the ocean... It stood to reason that he was there, exactly where he needed to be to board the boat that Cal was on to have the knife fight to rescue her. Overall, this couldn't have gone much better! Other than the whole explosives thing. Al measured his options briefly, and came to the plan. He leaped out of the boat and swam straight to the craft Cal was on board, hauling himself, dripping wet and smelling vaguely of salt water aboard the boat.
"Alright you good for nothing kidnapping scumbag, give me Cal back and I'll spare your miserable life!" Al declared holding out the extended Switchblade.