[u][i]Jago Javuant, Nicholas Raynor, & Ben Voss.[/i][/u]

Hm? Jago forgot all about Big-Man here! He turned towards this giant-ass man that had been watching the whole thing - Hopefully. Because if no one watched Jago's mad skills in action, he would be severely disappointed.... Well, he would have liked some half-dressed cheerleaders, but that's for when he hits up the arena, baby! "Big-Man!" Jago shouted, "Tell me you saw that!" Before he trailed off... "Oh shit! Forgot... Just raise ya' hand or something." At least he remembered Big Man was mute.

What the hell was Ben supposed to do. How was raising his hand going to explain how much he saw? He let out a soundless sigh and slapped his face with his hand, and raised his hand. He slowly but surely stood up and walked over a little bit closer from his seat. He gave the thumbs up to both of them, recognizing them as fairly adept fighters. He hadn't watched especially well, he was too busy making an idiot of himself. He also wasn't really interested in fighting as a whole, being a pacifist, which is why he hadn't challeneged anyone thusfar to anything regarding the matter.

"You know it is, Big-Man." Jago smirked smugly, "I wouldn't be standing here if I couldn't kick a lil' ass." He had no idea of what Ben was thinking, he was going off the thumbs up. That, and he wanted to brag a little to get under Nicholas's skin. Because if they're going to spend time together, why not be aggravating as possible? Nicky-boy, while probably a better hand to hand fighter, was still a bitch in Jago's eyes. Fighting's one thing, but if you act like a bitch twenty-four-seven then you're probably a bitch.

Nicholas simply took the time while Jago was greeting the larger fellow watching them to get to his feet, holding his right arm in pain after dealing that strong blow. It wasn't like he was going to come out of this unphased...at least, in a temporary sense. It wasn't long before he attempted to stand up and approach Big-man, as it were, according to Jago. "Hey. That -was- some fight. Though...I could definitely use some practice, I'm a bit rusty, ya know?" He stated, before moving to lean against one of the exercise contraptions used nearby. "I don't think I've met you before. Name's Nicholas, and I'm just kind of helping Jago out with his training, since he took an interest in me. Helps me out, too." He stated, smiling at the fellow, hoping for some sort of response.

Ben gave a face akin to that of the poker face meme, and looked over to Jago. He often depended on friends and other people who knew his name to assist him in meeting other people. His wife, Pink, family, and friends helped him at it all the time. Hopefully Jago would be willing to do so too. Ben then proceeded to motion to his much younger and smaller friend. 

Riiiight, Nicholas doing his bitch routine. Jago puffed some air out. Before he clenched his shoulder... Jesus, that still hurt a little. Maybe he'll find some foxy lady to kill it and make it better, yes? Though, Ben was mute. Painfully obvious at this point. Gah! Doesn't Nicky-boy have a brain? Pick up on the clues. "... I should let you know you're talking to a mute-guy..." Jago crossed his arms. 

Nicholas widened his eyes, quickly taking a step back. "Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't want to assume, after all. I know some people prefer to do things their own way, but if you're a mute, I can certainly understand. Anyways...its nice to meet you." He stated...he blinked, looking down at his arm. "...Hrm. I could really use a medical kit of some sort right now. Anyone know if one of the staff has an office in this building we could ask, in case they know if one is in this building?"

"... What you could really use is some hair on your D, if you know what I mean." Jago laughed at Nicholas needing medical attention. Like has this kid ever taken a hit before? Jago's shoulder hurt, but it sure as hell was something he could take. "Walk it off, Nicky-boy, because you're going to be feeling that a lot."

Ben sighed, and put both his hands together and rubbing as if he was putting on lotion. He whistled a soundless whislte, and when he was done, a small amount of green pastey substance was in his palm. If Ben could speak, he would explain that it was comprised of simple herbs as to aliviate pain and stop the bleeding. It wouldn't fix the issue, but it would sure make things a bit easier. Ben grabbed Nick by his arm and pulled his arm up to get a better angle, and with his free and smashed the substand on his arm. He knew it would probably hurt that a man his size just about karate choped his arm, but oh well. It would do more good than bad.

OH GOD, that hurt. Nicholas gritted his teeth as he felt the big fellow's substand slammed onto his arm. He struggled not to curse as the broken bones in his right arm, however few, demanded that Nicholas be enraged through a screaming pain jolting through his entire body. -However-, Nicholas managed to resist quite well, closing his eyes tightly without making a sound. And then...the pain began to alleviate. And then grow even less painful as time went on, thanks to the strange paste. Slowly, he looked down at his arm, and then back at Ben, before smiling widely. "Thanks. Em...I'm gonna head back to my room and get some rest. I'll see you guys later." He stated, as if he was in a rush. Maybe something had just slipped his mind, something he had to do? He quickly turned around and rushed out of the training hall, keeping a tight hold on his backpack with his left hand as he did so.

Looks like White-boy here had to bitch out. Eh. Whatever. Looks like neither Codi or Nicholas were cool enough to hang with the great Jago Javuant. Nicky-boy also left his dick behind. Which surprised him since he didn't even know he had one! Hahaha... What a dickhead, but eh, he has his uses. "Looks like it's just me and you, Big-Man..." He looked at Ben's hands, which were still stained with sticky stuff. "... Make sure you never rub any sticky stuff on me.. Because you know I'll shout Stranger-Danger."

Ben looked down at his hands and shrugged, before he slapped Jago across the face (lightly) with the hand that covered in the green paste, leaving a green hand print across one side of Jago's face. Ben smiles, and reabsorbed what was left of the paste on his hand back into his being. He wiggled his eyebrows in a '[i]Whatcha gonna do about it[/i] kind of fashion to Jago. He looked forward to when his face would go numb, as he'd be drooling everywhere and it was generally a funny thing to see. Most people only saw it when taking friends him from the dentist or something, but he could see it whenever he liked! It was one of the more simple pleasures of his power.

Oh, no... Oh Big-Man crossed the line now. Jago froze up, shaking in pure anger. He had to try hard to contain it, but it was just too much. Big-Man right here think just because he big and shit that he can do whatever the hell he wants?! Aw hell naw. Because Jago didn't come from some cushy suburbs or backwater-ass farm, he came from the streets! Some bastard like Big-Man swings around [i]there[/i] and starts doin' shit like that, and he's going to get murked! "Why you..." Jago knew that he wasn't going to stand by and take this like a bitch. The only bitch here is Nicholass, and it's going to stay that way. The same dark-purple aura surrounded Jago as he started floating up into the air, slightly. Ben wouldn't notice it unless he paid extra attention. That was when he flew up to Ben's level, and swung his leg full-circle towards Ben's cheek. "Motherfucker!"

Ben wasn't fast enough to react to the kick in terms of countering of ducking or any of that fancy stuff, instead he just went wide eyed and stepped backward and out of Jago's kicking range. He raised his hands up like someone was shooting a gun at him. Jeeze, no need to get so offensive about it. This wasn't the street or some shit. It was a lighthearted joke, and he was willing to bet even that Vespera girl wouldn't have reacted like that. Jeez, smear a mystery paste onto someone's face and they try to roundhouse kick you in the face. Edgy.

What the fuck? Seriously, what the fuck? This big ass motherfucker big as all hell, and [i]Jago[/i] couldn't hit him? Jago stopped usage of his power, and landed on his feet perfectly. He dropped into a stance, one foot far in front of the other one. There was at least two and a half feet of distance between them. "Big Man," Jago said, extremely annoyed, "Don't do that shit again. Got it? I ain't playin'."

Ben seemed to think for a moment, before shruggign and giving a stupid, shit eating grin to Jago as if he was saying '[i]No promises[/i]'.

That fucking look... That fucking look. Cousin Debs is going to flip her shit when she finds out about this. Jesus. People here never had respect. But that initial anger wore off fast, while it seemed out of character, Jago calmed down. Jago let out a groan of anger, before he whipped around and turned towards the door. Jago began floating a few inches off the ground, and floated right out the door. Almost looking like he was sliding out the room.

Ben kept his smile and followed out after his friend, eager to cause him more general hate and discontent in his life that Jago would eventually come to love.