In the quiet of the registration office smoke begins to rise from the door knob as it slowly turns it glows faintly. The registrar looks up sniffing the air, when the doors slam open with a blast of heat like a furnace fills the room.
Standing in the doorway is a tall slender elven girl of immense beauty. She is clothed only in bright flames. Her straight golden hair flowing softly on tides or heat with the long elegant tips of her pointed ears escaping at the sides. Gouts of flames pour from her eyes and smoke drift past her full soft lips.
She has followed the Thorn Mage Raxiurgiux to the Coliseum. Chased from lair to lair with his followers dwindling he has sought refuge here. Where they can protect him, but that protect ends on the Coliseum floor.
Without saying a word she glides up to the desk and with a finger burns her sigal on the signup sheet, as the pages wither in her heat.
Once a long time ago (and a few dimensions over) she was a pacifist, docile and timid a priestess at the Elven Temple of the Elements those days have long since past. Now fury flame and Vengeance rule her days. Agent Immolate has arrived and she will burn any she needs to, to get at Raxiurgiux and arresting him is not in her plan.
She walks lightly and gracefully to the staging room door the floor sizzling and bubbling wherever her bare feet touched it.
(Think Fire/Fire/Fire Tank on steroids)
HaloInc
Triumph:
Heroes: Lady Halifax, Miss Kia, WhiteLotus, Agent Immolate, Lady Empathy, Sylence Fyredancer, Maiden of Fire
Villains: Innocent-Ella, Aegis-Sprite, Midnight Dragonfly
Podo took the knife and bowed deeply. A hidden compartment in his arm opened up and he slipped the gift into it, smiling. Hed found a kindred spirit in Chertak, even if they were on opposite sides of the great fight. I will not forget thee, friend. He promised.
He turned in time to see Eve barreling their way. The goblin pulled his sword back out and snorted to clear the phlem from his throat. With a mighty hauck, he spit it the Devoureds way for insult.
Last one.
Podo wanted this to end quickly, and with Becky at his side and the gunman suddenly returned, he had no doubt it would. Following the trail of bullets, the goblin leapt forward and plunged his sword at Eves throat, planning to use his momentum to open the gash further and fling off the blade and to safety.
The barrage of bullets made Eve slam to a halt as it tried to deal with the immense pain of the mercury charged rounds digging into its body. Chunks of weakened flesh were knocked off its body from the regular rounds and Eve was totally unprepared for the dual sword assault. The bullets cut out just as Becky and Podo would have surely been hit. Jumping into the air, Podo stabbed his sword deep into Eve's neck, almost decapitating the beast. Becky's sword dipped in and slashed a deep cut into the main bullet wounds that were clustered on Eve's torso. With an almost pitiful moan, the Lesser Devoured hit the ground and didn't move.
Nodding to himself, Chertak stood and raised his hand into the air.
"Team 2: Conceeds," the Rikti said in order to end the fight without having to get knocked out himself. At those words, his medi-beacon cut in and Chertak was teleported away.
The announcer came on and thanked the heroes and villains for the awesome fight and said that he wished they'd come back again next time. As the announcer continued to blab on about some sponser or another, the torn and battered cityscape slowly dissolved and then dissappeared altogether. There was a soft tinkling and some thumps as spent shell casings and the occasional corpse fell to the now lower ground. The door that the fighters had entered through opened up again and a power suited guard gestured for them to come on through.
"And our next fight will start in thirty minutes! Don't miss it!" shouted the announcer before he finally fell silent.
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The guard shot up from his desk and stared at the leaving hero in shock. Cursing he slammed his fist down on a button on the right side of his desk and shouted for the flaming elf girl to stop where she was. As before when the alarm was triggered, guards in various Crey power suits came rappelling down from the ceiling while a pair of Rikti Gunmen teleported in. Training their guns on Agent Immolate the guard commander stepped forward.
"Hold it, super. We have nothing against you coming here in hopes to fight but if you want in, you have to follow procedure. And in my book, destruction of property has nothing 'proper' to do about it at all. So turn off your flames, register yourself like everyone else, and then we can send you to the testing room," he shouted at Agent.
Gesturing with his head, the commander ordered the two Rikti to teleport in front of the offending hero to keep her from just continuing on. They did this and leveled their repulsor rifles at her.
"The human: Will turn," said one Gunman.
"Now," added the second.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
Victory! Podo shouted, resting his burnt foot on Eves corpse. He bent down and wiped his blade on her back, then sheathed it. Excellent work, my comrades. Let us celebrate! The drinks are my treat.
With that, the goblin walked out of the arena, refusing to succumb to his limp. Remaining strong and proud, he plopped himself down on a bar seat and ordered a strong drink to dull some of the remaining pain.
The Malta finished their signing. The intercom looked at it; it was all in strange encryption for the higherups to read. They entered the room and quickly annihilated all of the targets with incredible accuracy and speed. They stepped back into the main lobby.
"[METAHUMAN:::SIGHTED]" Whirred the first Herc titan.
The Malta drew their weapons and nodded to the guards, signalling their cooperation in the upcoming fight.
If this hero went down, it was Malta's property.
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The other six Malta slowly made their way around the crowd, silently disabling and teleporting the superpowered spectators they found.
Becky laughed to herself as she dissolved her blade, "If your buying the rounds, I hope you have enough for three bottles of Vodka!" she said chasing after her newfound friend.
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Drone of War noticed the Malta as the Herc titan notified them of himself. He chuckled and moved on. "Fools." he said as he moved toward the gate into the arena. As he walked in he saw Coldfire's woman running down the hall. "Hmph." He said as he gestured his robots to follow him into the room. "Class A-4." Drone said, face not moving an inch. "Keep it clean out there, no funny crap with those bots." The gaurd said as he checked the card.
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Diomedes entered into the arena, he didn't plan to enter, but he would be sending his best men. He walked up to the clerk and said to him, "My med and my commando are entering with the cyborg."
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"Combatants for the next fight, get to the starting rooms now." The voice of the announcer said over the intercom. "Guess thats me..." Carlos said looking at Coldfire.
"Here, take this." Cold said as he handed Carlos a small pistol, "It's a Crey pistol, one shot, it will freeze ANYTHING." "Thanks my friend..." Carlos said as he walked off." Cold stood up and walked to the bar, he was going to meet with Becky and buy her a drink.
Flames erupt from her eyes in contempt and annoyance, the smoke on her breathe blackens. The flames from her body grow and lick at the high cement ceiling. The ghostly shape of a giant flaming scimitar flickers briefly in hands then disappears. She concentrates against some internal struggle for a moment and the flames die down.
The smoke of her breathe turns to white again and only a faint wisp remains.
She mutters an incantation in elfish, and silken robes appear to covering her in scarlet vibrant orange and gold.
Her eyes are all black as coal but somewhere deep behind them flickers a hypnotic flame. Again she concentrates then speaks softly in a musical voice. Your procedures then a playful smile on her lips, that is inviting and yet eerie at once.
HaloInc
Triumph:
Heroes: Lady Halifax, Miss Kia, WhiteLotus, Agent Immolate, Lady Empathy, Sylence Fyredancer, Maiden of Fire
Villains: Innocent-Ella, Aegis-Sprite, Midnight Dragonfly
Carlos and his men got ready, they checked there gear and weapons. Carlos was holding his multipurpose rifle. He had 300 regular shells, 100 mercury imbeded, and 40 grenades. He wasn't worried about himself at all, his hand to hand skills were good as well and he was also a good stealth user. His men, Spec Ops, were carrying their custom rifles, NATO based. They had them silenced and had several kinds of amunition. Incendary, chill, mercury, and lead, but not much of each. They had grenades as well, flash and smoke, and a few explosive. Each had their own knife as well.
Carlos looked at his men and hoped they didn't get an open arena. They needed some kind of cover, a way to use their normal gurilla warfare tactics. If it was open, this would just be another gunfight...
OOC: You guys can control little NPCs like the bartender and stuff. You have half an hour till the next fight so I'm giving you a bit of RP time. And its giving me a chance to spin down a bit. Do you know how hard it is controlling half a dozen different guys with mostly different personalities and having them fight and lose in interesting and exciting ways?
BIC: The guard commander let out his breath in a whoosh and muttered something about always getting the crazy ones under his breath. Thanking the Malta commander for his support, the commander gestured for Agent to walk over to the registration table. He and a pair of Cryo Tanks stuck around to make sure things went smoothly while the rest of the guard squad replaced ceiling tiles and returned to their posts.
"Ok then," said the registrar from behind his desk. "This is the easy part. All I need is for you to write your name down on this new piece of paper. If your name is in runic or heiroglyphic form then just say it out loud to me and I'll write it down for you. After that is done, the commander here will lead you to a room where you will fill out a few more forms and then provide a brief demonstration of your powers and abilities. After all that, you'll be issued an ID card with your rank on it in time for the next fight to begin."
OOC: I really need to give this commander a name.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
"Grrr...How long does it take to write your name? Theres other people waiting you know..." Rai said to himself while he waited for his turn to register before the next fight started. "Hey bartender, do you sell just regular sodas?" The man replied, "Sure do." "Ok ill take a grape soda, just toss it to me." The man tossed him a soda and Rai replied, "Thanks, here you go." Then Rai tossed the man a few coins, "Keep the change." ((ill edit if it sounds to corny or random entrance like))
[Registration Office]
AI takes the clipboard and offered pen in a slow graceful movement. Next to the appropriate X she begins to scribe her name in elfish but an annoyed cough from the registrar and a new form later the document is signed. She hands back the clipboard/pen and says in beautiful fragrant elfish Aeonnoyna Illoyneiass.
<inaudible> Deep inside the essence of her being, another internal voice roars with crackling flames another name.
The registrar clerk looks over the form that is only seared brown slightly where she touched with delicate fingers and nods approval to The Commander.
AI turns sweetly to The Commander and bows politely in elfish manner. He gestures the way smart enough to have her in front followed closely by the two Cryo Tanks.
As she exits, the registrar clerk curses bitterly at his day as he tries to wipe the ink from the exploded pen from his hands he throws the papermate in the garbage, boiling ink seeping from it.
OOC: I am not fully familiar with the the other characters yet. I read the first few pages and the last few before posting. I will try to get caught up but it would be easier to pick up who is current at [The Bar]
HaloInc
Triumph:
Heroes: Lady Halifax, Miss Kia, WhiteLotus, Agent Immolate, Lady Empathy, Sylence Fyredancer, Maiden of Fire
Villains: Innocent-Ella, Aegis-Sprite, Midnight Dragonfly
OOC: Currently, Podo the sword slinging goblin hero and Becky the regenerating swordswoman scrapper are in the bar. As is the new guy whose name for some reason does not stick in my memory.
BIC: Cursing, the registrar wiped the ink of of himself with a rag he had pulled out of somewhere and muttered.
"God damn, the hot ones are always the craziest."
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"Right in here, Ms. Illoy-uhh..." the guard commander stumbled over the alien syllables and eventually gave up with an apolagetic shrug. "Anyway, Miss, just in that door is the testing area. They have some sort of super-powered translator thing in there so they should be able to understand what you say."
Nodding politely to the tanker, the commander turned back down the hallway and went back to his post. The two Cryo Tanks took up positions on either side of the testing room door.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
Podo laughed at Beckys comment. I have enough money for any drink thou might want to partake in! he replied. Goodly bartender, would thou be kind enough to bring my ally what she desires and bring me something strong? he asked to the man at the counter, not really familiar with human drinks, since he had spent most of his hero career with teenagers. I shall tip thee well!
Right away. The bartender answered as he turned to the shelves. He returned a moment later with vodka and a drink Podo didnt know of, but he could make out the word everclear.
To new friendships and flawless victory! the goblin toasted as he raised his bottle to Becky, then began downing the everclear.
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A figure across the bar watched the monitors angrily, scowling as he watched the Maltans take members of the audience against their will. A brown duster sat atop his head, looking as though he had been born with it, while his lower face was wrapped in a similarly colored cloth. He wore a pair of brown and black tights on his chest, crossed by a pair of bandoliers, and his legs donned baggy brown pants held up by a tactical belt, a pistol on each hip, tucked into a pair of black combat boots. Over this the figure wore a deep brown trenchcoat, forming an aura of mystery about him.
The Malta agents disgusted him. Hed fought their likes, and the likes of many other evil organizations, for years. His favorite job was to work against those who took to the shadows, and more than one criminal syndicate and evil genius had met justice at the end of his pistol barrels. These men were the worst he had seen, though. Smart, tricky, and utterly ruthless, the Malta Group was a plague that needed to be wiped away quickly before they managed to create some real damage. Blackmail and murder was bad enough, but these disgusting creatures who dared to call themselves men did so much more.
Malta. The figure said gruffly as he stood and began a walk across the bar. Very suddenly, he disappeared from view, replaced by a confused looking man who had just been in the audience.
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The mysterious man sat back in the seat he had just teleported into, switching the spectator into his place in the bar. He had likely saved the man a terrible fate, for he could sense the untapped mutation in the man, the reason he had chosen him.
The Malta agents drew nearer, and the man tensed, ready to spring up and begin an assault. There would be no way they wouldnt notice the incredible readings they would receive from his mutations. Unfortunately for them, those mutations were too powerful for them to truly comprehend.
((OOC: Introducing my next gladiator, the super powered secret agent, Caper!))
Finally, it only took 20 years Rai thought to himself as he walked up to the registrar's desk and took the clipboard and pen. He signed the sheet Raiden Hinomu a.k.a. BlackShinobi Here you go, but if your not going to call me BlackShinobi I prefer to be called Rai...
<As the commander exits.>
[In perfect english with the exotic flair of a musical elfish accent]
Thank you commander for your assistance, and in this world you may call me Agent Immolate.
She turns swiftly and without acknowledgement to the Cyro Tanks glides <walks with grace, not the glide power> into the next room without hesitation. A faint fiery light reflected from her brilliant robes radiating from her skin.
HaloInc
Triumph:
Heroes: Lady Halifax, Miss Kia, WhiteLotus, Agent Immolate, Lady Empathy, Sylence Fyredancer, Maiden of Fire
Villains: Innocent-Ella, Aegis-Sprite, Midnight Dragonfly
Goro Sat on the Bar stool, t bent a little under his wieght tough, with his hammer leaned up against th bar counter. There were tenty glasses infront of him, allcompetely empty. "I Must say that your liquer is quite inadiquit compared to the kind they serve in my Home city." Goro said as he layed down some diamonds for the payment. Goro tried to swivle in his chair but it only bent around. "Stupid upworlder chair" Goro said as he waited for his next fight. Glance around he saw ________ coming up to talk to him.
(Anyone can take that spot and if no one wants it it will be a fan or official or something.
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Goro Sat on the Bar stool, t bent a little under his wieght tough, with his hammer leaned up against th bar counter. There were tenty glasses infront of him, allcompetely empty. "I Must say that your liquer is quite inadiquit compared to the kind they serve in my Home city." Goro said as he layed down some diamonds for the payment. Goro tried to swivle in his chair but it only bent around. "Stupid upworlder chair" Goro said as he waited for his next fight. Glance around he saw __Rai__ coming up to talk to him.
(Anyone can take that spot and if no one wants it it will be a fan or official or something.
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Hey wassup, how is it here, im pretty new so I figured i'd ask someone who's been here longer than me.
Taking his seat among the bar stools, next to Podo, CptCommie simply ordered a glass of water. He intended to have his wits about him for the next fight, as it would be foolish to get smashed then go out with big guns. He looked to Podo and pulled down his face mask. He extended his hand to offer a hand shake.
"That was some self control you showed there with the Rikti. You were fighting him one second, then the next you were almost all buddy-buddy. We havent been properly introduced, my apologies. Feliks Danya, street name CptCommie."
He tapped the brim of his officers cap and pointed to the sickle and hammer crimson insignia, surrounded by gold leaves on a white back round.
Behind him Iosif was amusing himself arranging tooth picks like bad words, with Semenov holding his head in his hands in regret for being teamed with him.
One of the Gunslingers finished teleporting away a Magically enhanced Hellion and looked down to his meter again. Caper could see his look of suprise, even through his face covering, as he jumped back a little bit and spun his finger around above his head, gathering his fellows.
They cautiously approached Caper, hands on their various rifles and pistols.
The other Gunslinger had been using a small sleepdart pistol to take down the more alert of their captives. He held it under his hand, taking a careful aim at Caper and squeezing the trigger.
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The TacCom snorted in disapproval of the fight not happening and sat down in front of the arena gate, holding his rifle tightly.
Goro looked at this new contestant. "Its entertaining" Goro said with suspection as he tried to judge him. And getting ready to grab his two ton hammer if need be.
Hey buddy, how much you wanna bet that if you threw a glass into the air, I could throw one of my guns at it and hit the glass with the handle of my gun?
What a rediculus bet Goro thought to himself. This must be a fool I'm talking to. I'll Hit it whit the handle of my gun Goro thought tohimself mookingly "Sure go ahead" Goro said as he tossed up on of the glasses the was drinking. "And lets make tis a bit more challenging" Goro tossed up the rest of his glasses in the air. Twentyglasses in the air, what to do whatto do.
Little did the man know, that Rai always conned people with that bet because he controlled the gun midair with his little bit telekenisis abilities. *The gun boomerangs through the air, hitting each glass with the handle of his gun* "Now, how much did you want to bet again?" Rai said as the man's mouth dropped to the floor in unbelief. "Ha ha ha ha haaa, I think your a pretty cool guy so I'll tell you the truth and call off the bet. The truth is, I used my telekineses to make it happen, but I dont have full controll over those powers so I cant move really large items yet, pretty funny though huh?" The man just frowned...
Goro sat there on his stool with the same bored look as always whe he wasn't in a fight, or an intense battle of wits. "Wow....... I must say those are some amazing powers you have attained for yourself." Goro stood up and looked down at Rai. Then gabbing his hammer "Lift this my friend" Goro dropped his hammer as it sunk in to the ground crushing the concrete. Well, this shall amuse m,e for a while
Snatching up the unused medical stuffs and removing the bits of Adam that now adorned his chest like medals, CptCommie whistled for his men to follow him.
"Alright guys, stay close and watch your fire. See the Rikti, if any of you hit him, I will personally see to it you never leave here alive."
Though just moments before the two had been enemies, CptCommie had a great respect for anyone that kept their word, and honor.
Moving about for a good angle on Eve during the momentary lull, he found with great dismay that the only line of fire he could get was from the middle of the street. Crouching over the expanse, the trio loaded their weapons. CptCommie loaded in his second, and last clip of mercury ammunition for this match. Taking careful aim and waiting, Iosif and Semenov listened for a command. When it came, they happily obliged.
"FIRE"
The street roared to life as the three rifles came to life.