Chaotic_Blue

[[OOC: It's up to you guys if any of your charas directly challenged Chaotic, but if not, I can make someone up. I also didn't know about the undisclosed location stuff, but I can't go back and edit.]]

Chaotic Blue didn't respond to Tenryuu's overconfident boasts. She wasn't much of a talker, but her thoughts were racing with sarcasm and anticipation.

You have GOT to be kidding me. Does she use her breasts as a distraction or something? That trick is as ancient as Archmage Tarixus, for cryin' out loud. I knew I'd be walking into a playground here...

Outwardly, Chaotic shrugged. She just wanted to find out who challenged her, and she knew they would reveal themselves in the arena. She followed the announcer's directions and headed for the gate room, continuing to glance at the others for clues. The Trolls waiting there already looked like excellent target practice, since Chaotic enjoyed handling ambushes alone.

Normally, the lone assassin villainness Chaotic Blue wouldn't give much regard to the arena in Port Oakes. She regarded it as nothing more than an oversized playground for childish super villains to show themselves off. She preferred a more quiet, silent method of showing off her prowess and abilities, sneaking up from the shadows and assassinating her unfortunate victim. Chaotic did it hundreds of times for tons of different people, and she never got bored of it.

Today was different. As she stared up at the arena building, she clutched the letter in her hand. It was an unaddressed letter that was left with Isabel the Knife to deliver to her. The letter, full of sarcastic and sniggering comments about her abilities and lack of participation in public fighting, amazed Chaotic Blue to no end, and that was why she was here.

Someone had the audacity to actually challenge her!

Chaotic shook her head and walked up the stairs, thinking, Why the hell am I doing this? I'm probably just going to waltz in there and beat up some newcomer from the Zig when I should be out in Brickstown right now... Isabel's not going to be happy when she finds out I went on this little side trip, but what's she gonna do about it? Call the cops? Besides, I'd like to meet this idiot, especially since they know I work with Isabel quite a bit.

Chaotic registered and entered the arena's stands, watching the current fight with little interest. She just wanted to do this one fight, then leave. She may have the word 'chaos' in her name, but she didn't have the interest to tangle with so many villains all at once.

[[OOC: I may be new to these forums, but I've been Rping for about six or seven years now. I'm just gonna let this RP go where it goes, but all the same rules apply here. No god moding, no killing off others' characters (NPCs and whatnot are fine), no rude language, obey the board rules, and so on. I just want to do this for fun, and I hope you guys do too. I hope to meet some good-natured RPers here.]]

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Two figures stood in a dark alleyway, where garbage and scrap metal piled up, almost forgotten by all public standards. This suited them just fine, as the first person revealed to the second one a suitcase. The first person was only known as the Shadowy Figure, a total and obscure enigma in the world of evil who had plenty of good contacts and jobs. The second person was the demonic lady mercenary named Chaotic Blue, a combat stalker who enjoyed fighting and accomplishing what would be the impossible by normal standards. Right now, the Shadowy Figure was exchanging money with her, while she gave up a disk that had a deadly computer virus in it.

What he didn't know what that Chaotic had made several copies to sell at the Giza during an auction of illegal contraband, hosted by none other than Johnny Sonata. The thought made her spine tingle with excitement, but she kept her calm face.

"I have nothing further for you," the mysterious man chided her, and she could tell that he wanted her to hurry up and leave. Chaotic quietly nodded and took the suitcase with her, turning invisible along the way as she plodded over trashcans and garbage. No one saw her as she made out the alley and ran towards the murky shores where several sewer grates and underground entrances dotted the ground. Chaotic found the one she was looking for.

It was just a small hideout for herself to store her money and stolen goods. She acquired it after conquering some Tsoo shortly after she 'graduated' from Sharkhead Isle. Chaotic managed to tear open the heavy door and crawled inside, but she didn't like what she saw inside.

Or rather, what she *didn't* see inside. Underneath her navy blue ninja's mask, Chaotic grimaced as she saw her treasure cache had been looted! She plowed through the old treasure box and was dismayed at what was missing. It was mostly money, but several gems and artifacts had been stolen too. Chaotic glanced at her file box, but the extra security lock on it was left intact, so no files or computer data had been taken. To her, it looked like a clean robbery of ancient relics rather than modern treasures, so Chaotic was starting to narrow down the suspects, but not by a whole lot. She knew from experience that everyone could be interested in anything at any time.

"… Whoever did this has committed suicide," she murmured darkly, pulling down her mask to reveal a young, rugged face about no older than her early-twenties. "But all is not lost." She knew that she had to move her little base somewhere else, but she also wanted to know who was responsible for this theft so that they could pay for their 'crime'. Okay, so their crimes were just as bad as her crimes, but it was all a matter of principle to her. Chaotic sat down on her makeshift bed, pulled out a drink from a small fridge she kept and started planning her counterattack.

[[OOC: Chaotic Blue is a Energy/Regen Stalker, BTW. I play as her on Protector if anyone wants to find me. ]]