[color=007236]"This always Happens."[/color] Vernon said through bitten lips, as he swore. Every time he was engaged in a real fight-or just a matter of lifee and death-Somebody intervined. He finally laughed at his ill-fate and gave a middel finger to the sky above. Shaking his head Vernon walked over to the three hun. Dollars and torn apart one fifty. He was shown such disrespect, such idiocy and he certainly wasn`t going to fully accept such a token/gift. Vernon had walked over to Willaim.

[color=007236]"Knowing how, mornic these tournaments are, and how...Illusioned our schools are. Why do we all even bother to join in on the Ranked fights and minor problems of the world? haha. Why not, Aim to alter the bigger picture. Whatever these Gods have planned for the futuer is not...A fate I know humanity will be pleased with.[/color] Vernon laughed again before taking his own wallet out it was filled with seven hundread dollars. He darted his eyes to Willaim then to the crowd. He smiled at his actions. 

[color=007236]"No matter how many times, Forces interrupt my thrist to become a Artist to the Bigger Picture. I will always walk this path untill I am, victorous...And Finally given my answers about the Gods. Willy, the second being....Why not take the Ancient Evil with you? I'm not reckless or Idiotic fuck. I'm not even childish. I'm just. Trying to Create my own Arts within the Bigger Picture. Thaat is the fate, I give myself."[/color] Vernon explain as he took out a tube of medical goop made by his father's....Experimentors and rubbed in on his out, his left hand was twriling the butter knife inbetween his fingers.