King of the LARPers

[Mikhail]

Stabs McKenzie laughed and whatever he was doing stopped as suddenly his leg appeared (which he totally walked on) and all the blood and shit vanished. 

It had gone so fast that Mik wasn't sure he even understood what had been done. Oh, there was light and such. Bending or whatever. He knew the trick about trying to hit something at the bottom of a pool. Let's see....was it aim above the target? Below? Now that he thought about it, he couldn't remember, exactly, other than the thing wasn't where it seemed to be.

But knowing that light bent and knowing how to create an illusion, that was something else again. Like the fake blood and the severed leg and knee stuff.

This guy had skill. 

And he was pretty fucking cute. He knew it too, by the way he walked and spun about and performed for the others. Which didn't bother Mik in the slightest. He knew he was cute too. 

In his high estimation, all the hot people should just acknowledge it and each other and get to fucking. Or fighting. Or both. Or whatever. Well, not just the hot ones. Plenty of people who were firecrackers in the sack who wouldn't appear on the cover of any magazines or on the screen. Definitely worth the time and attention, though. He was an equal opportunity slag. Deserved a damn medal, too.

Way he saw it, you could do about anyone as long as they held still long enough and didn't bite- hard anyway.

Course, that wasn't him. And yes, he was dynamite in the sack. 

So anyway, the Stab Man jumped to his feet, laughing and bowing and Mik grinned. He had the impression the guy was quoting a movie or something, though he didn't recognize it. He knew some movies. But most of his faves didn't really feature a lot in the dialog department. Sex or explosions, mostly. Or sometimes both.

He took the guy's offered hand and noted the smooth skin. Oh yeah. Definitely spoiled. Prolly never had had to moved bricks or concrete in his life. Which was fine. Not like those things had made Mik a better man. He was already born that way.

The Lady rolled her eyes and grinned. She had shifted to Oriena. Funny. He'd never seen her smile. At least anything more than a cruel smirk, he realized. 

Not like he knew her much, though. He did hope though.

"Yeah, ya got me. Never expected to see someone be as easy with the power. Most of the folks I've met usually have responsibility shoved so far up their ass they can barely walk." He remembered Ryker. "Well, most of 'em." 

His eyes roamed down in appreciation. The fact that the guy wasn't big didn't matter. I mean, he could be big where it counted. And those tight leather pants...oh yeah, he did like that. Very much.

"So, you come down here to show these clowns how to lose graciously? Or to show off your perfect ass? A bark of laughter. He looked over and saw others were watching them, curiosly. Stabs, more than him, really. Juat about broke his heart, too. Well, he had just grown a new legs in an instant, so...

Which reminded him..."Please tell me you've used that trick to give yourself an 18 inch dick. Dude, if you haven't, you don't deserve it."

He reached down and grabbed his sword he had dropped when the fake leg was fake cut off. Then, "Name's Mik. Guess i owe you a drink for knocking you down." He laughed again. He wanted to learn that trick. Yeah, the whole horse cock thing, for sure. But also, it could like really be useful.

And the guy was more than cute. Maybe he had some tattoos.