Jack Baker

@P-Jay Never diss Raze's honor like that. Now you've gone and antagonized him XD

@P-Jay Raze looked at him, then scoffed. "Hah... Ahahahaha!" he started to laugh. "Ah... oh, man, you really are quick to judge, eh? Honor? You don't know jack shit about my honor, or what I've been through..." He stood up, approaching him. "Do you know what it's like to have everything taken from you? To be forced to kill someone who you regard as family? To see everything you know and love burnt to ash by the greed of the corrupt?!" He held up the crown pieces. "They are the thieves. They are the liars. They cut down countless lives to get what they want, and they don't stop. Well, I say I've had enough of that. Stealing? If anything, this is a taste of her own medicine for stealing from those who were in her way. Honor? Yeah I probably don't have any left, whatever's left of it disappeared when I killed those greedy bastards for stealing what I loved from me! You know nothing of me... so stop acting like you do."

I'm sorry, it's habitual.

@bronislav84 Raze immediately recognized her. It was the cute mare he saw on the TV screens. He looked at her with a raised brow. "A date, eh?" he said to her, then looked back at the other stallion before returning his gaze to her. "Well, I came to pick up something that I forgot here. That's all. If your friend had just asked nicely, I might have told him. Being rude doesn't get you anywhere, yeah?"

With the whole fight with Lektra, he still seemed a bit carefree about it, which is a complete opposite to how Raze sees duels; he puts his whole mind and body in the fight, and never underestimates his opponent. I guess you could call them rivals or something, idk. @P-Jay

@P-Jay Raze meeting Caliber IS a bad idea, in some ways. I've read up on Caliber's profile, the whole egotistical attitude he has would not go well with Raze's personality.

@P-Jay "So what if I did?" Raze responded back. "That's my business, not yours. Stay away from the things you don't know, you'll be better off in the long run." He looked at the things near the stallion's bed. For some reason, he had a feeling he'd just break out of the full body cast and attack him like an asshole, but he disregarded the thought. For now, though, he looked out the door. Nobody. He looked back at the room, and sat down on an empty bed, thinking what he should do.

Exactly. And I'm pretty sure you already know, he has his own reasons for hating the baroness. Not only that, but he has his own sort of code that he follows, mainly created from the experiences of his travels in the Far East. Call it a samurai code, if you would, and you know how samurai are when it comes to following their code. Oh, and btw, distrusting corrupt aristocrats is one rule of the code.

Well, he'll still defend himself from it.

Ah I didn't know mentions aren't working for you, sorry about that.

@bronislav84 Something along those lines, yes. I was thinking of modifying some of Raze's equipment, such as the sheath for his katana.

Right now I'm trying to do something along those lines, like finding a group of people to support Raze taking down the baroness.

If someone tries to assassinate him, he'll defend himself. If someone glares at him, he'll grin back. If people spit in his food, he'll just simply not eat it. Basically, he'll get over it. He's been all over, so he's experienced a lot of things. He doesn't give a crap about a lot of stuff unless it's really personal.

I know, I only said that as to live up to Raze's personality of making references to other things. Btw, he's just gonna call him Ghost Rider wannabe now.

Alright then, I guess Raze outsmarts the Ghost Rider wannabe this time!

@J.R. Ok, so please please please don't be mad about me not mentioning where the pieces ended up in my last post when Raze threw them in the portal. I did that to surprise you. And yes, this was all planned out.

@J.R. "Whatever you say, Ghost Rider wannabe!" Raze hollered to the stranger with a mocking grin. "Like, seriously, I thought you were gonna use the Penance Stare on me or something. Also, very original, trying to play the cool, judgemental guy. You're probably like the 300th person I've seen trying to pull off that look." He waited until he had left, then turned to the portal, shaking his head. "What a gullible fool," he said to himself. "He honestly thought I'd throw the pieces into a portal all willy-nilly?" Unbeknownst to the Ghost Rider wannabe, Raze had actually thought of a place in his head before throwing the pieces into the portal, and he begun to re-think of that same exact place before heading in himself... Right back in the Bangcolt arena infirmary room he was once in, with the pieces sitting on the bed. He took the pieces, put them in his bag, and headed out slowly, looking for anyone that might be looking for him as well. It was then that he realized that there were two more people in the room with him, both hospitalized... and awake in full body casts. "Uh..." Raze said, looking around. "Hi there. Don't mind me, I, uh... made a wrong turn." @bronislav84 @P-Jay

@J.R. Raze stood up. "Do I look like I care? I'm a wanderer, if I make trouble, I can disappear. The law doesn't intimidate me; hell, at some point in my life I was the law. But that doesn't matter to me anymore... I play by my own rules now. My own code." He adjusted his katana. "Go ahead. Try and arrest me. I never was liked by the Royal Guard anyway." As he was talking, he began to communicate with Agririon once more. Ag, someone's followed me here. Some guy who thinks he's hot shit, or something, he tried to project to Agririon. Not saying you have to come, just thought I'd let you know. Don't know if Mortus is supposed to be secret or anything, but that's been compromised now... He dropped his saddlebags, then looked to see that the bag of tea leaves he had received from Agririon's friend were laying next to him. He sighed, and quickly picked them up. "And to think I was actually gonna brew this later..." he said. "Oh well, that'll wait." He turned around and assumed a ready stance, a hoof hovering over the katana handle.

@J.R. Raze scoffed. "She'll just get another one," he said to him. "Hell, she's probably already done just that. That's the way people like her are. You break something valuable of theirs, and they get all pissy about it. Then the next day, they replace it, but they still wanna make it a big deal to the person that broke it. 'Wah, you broke my diamond brooch! Waaah, you destroyed my ruby earrings! Waaah, you cut my silver crown in half!!!'" He took the silver crown pieces and threw them into the portal, their destination unknown. "There. Out of my hands now. I didn't even want the crown, it reeks of corruption and lies."

@J.R. Raze didn't flinch when he heard the voice behind him, yet he didn't know whether it was because of shock or the lack of intimidation coming from this new character. He sighed. "Come to arrest me or something?" he asked, not turning around. "You another one of that greedy aristocrat's pets?"

A few hours later, Raze awoke with a yawn, his neck aching a bit. He dug into his bags and discovered he had been sleeping on the silver crown pieces. He sighed. In all honesty, he didn't even want to melt the crown down, he just said that and stole it to piss off that snobbish corrupt aristocrat. He didn't know what to do with it; he wasn't that desperate for money. As he thought about it, he began to recall why he hated corrupt, arrogant aristocrats like the one he just met. They took away the dojo... he thought to himself, looking at his katana. They made me cut Sensei's head off so the dojo would be spared... and then they burned it down anyway... and for what...? So they could build their stupid, fancy mansion on top of the ashes? That was our home, dammit! They deserved to be struck down by my blade, and their houses burnt to the ground. They treat us like we're scum... well, they're the scum. And I'll make them pay for their insolence... Out of all the fighting styles in the world he had learned, he found himself attached to the styles of the Far East the most. So many things had happened there, many things that left him a changed stallion. He looked at the portal once more, then sighed. Not yet. When the time was right, he'd go back, and challenge that greedy bitch in the arena. And he would make sure she'd suffer an agonizing experience.

So I guess Raze and the baroness are sworn enemies now?

Raze shook his head quickly, as he was a bit disoriented from the whole ordeal. One minute he was there, the next minute he was here. He sat down on the floor and began to recap in his head what had just happened: He met a snobby mare he didn't like, and pissed her off by breaking and stealing her silver crown. No regrets. He had also inadvertently assaulted a guard by slicing off the tassel on his helm, then proceeded to run away from said guard as he was about to be arrested, ultimately attracting the attention of every guard in the area. He also shot at them. Stealing, resisting arrest, and firing at authorities. Yeah, he couldn't talk his way out of that. And now, he was in some sort of interdimensional city, brought here by Agririon. He sighed. At least he got away from the guards. Being friends with a wraith sure has its benefits. He stood up, and looked at the portal. He couldn't go back there now, they were probably scouring the city looking for him. He decided to stay here for a little while; a day, two days at the most. He turned his attention to the door leading to the city, then decided it wouldn't hurt to explore it. But first, he was a bit tired. He took his saddlebags and propped it on the floor as a makeshift pillow, then laid down and closed his eyes, slowly falling asleep.

Raze holstered his revolver and quickly turned his head as he saw Agririon materialize from a portal, holding out his hoof. He took a hold of it. "Great, cool, whatever man, just get me out of here and away from the guards and Rob Zombie over there, please!"

@Fractured I know! I'm an asshole!