"A'ite, troops. Come wit' me."
The Family entered one of the training rooms as a whole.
"But jes' in case...." Johnny pulled out a cell phone. "Donny, you at yer spot yet?"
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The guard hadn't been wrong; there had been another. A Family hitman stood crouched on the outside of the window, having drilled a small firing port for his sniper rifle into it. "In p'sition." He responded as he looked down his scope.
Whatever was coming up against his boss wasn't going to last long. Not with his eyes in the sights.
OOC: Good thing for Johnny's opponents that the Coliseum is held underground.
BIC: Chuckling at Coldfire's misfortune, Andraxus was distracted and thus a bit slow to dodge Jord's attack. Jord's clenched fists hit the archmage right in the stomach. Thanks to the protective magicks embued into his robes, he didn't get his guts knocked over the wall behind him but he did double over out of breath. With a follow up kick, Jord sent Andraxus flying into the wall where, once again, his robes saved him from dying. But he was still knocked out and his medi-porter activated, whisking him away. Sensing their freedom, the amorphous Shadow Beasts dissolved away, intent on regaining their home plane.
Ducking under another of CptCommie's grenades, Captain Farfield saw his last ally go down and decided that enough was enough. With a farewell curse, the Arachnos operative signaled his surrender and was teleported away. Being a part of Farfield's team, the last Longfang was also teleported away right before it could deliver the final blow to Iosif.
"And there we have it, folks!" shouted the announcer. "We have our winners! Let's have a round of applause for Jord, Goro the Stone King, Iron Fist, CptCommie, and Coldfire!"
The audience did just that, although the fighters down in the lower ring couldn't tell, as the audience was removed from them by several layers of titanium for their safety. As silence fell over the arena floor, one of the large entrance doors slid open and a power suited guard beckoned.
"Come on! You can come get your reward money in here, just clear out of there fast!" shouted the guard. "Don't got much time until the next fight."
From behind the guard trooped out several odd looking robots. They proceeded to move about the arena, cleaning up blood, bits of metal, and shell casings. One robot even busied itself adding more sand to the craters.
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The testing wasn't very hard. Just do some exercises, show off any talents, and shoot some targets. The gang was awarded an A-4 classification and informed that they could either wait and watch the next fight or take place in it.
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.
Goro Streached out as he left the arena. He wondered if he had enough time yo go get his wounds checked out and enter the next fight. He checked out the various cuts in his skin. Nothing to serious. Abought what 20 minutes till his body heals. Organic Stone is alot more durable than just skin.
As Goro passed Coldfire, "Good job out there Ally, may i enjoy another fight with you again, I just hope that i am not fighting against you". Goro wondered what the next fight will be like.
((Crap. I forgot....Can he get into the rafters or something?))
"Damn, 'sall unnerground! Donny, haul it....I need yous somewheres." Dictated an obviously annoyed Johnny to his hidden minion. "Dat was too easy. Be on yous guys's g'ards. We goin' in for da next 'un."
The Family mob stood outside of the arena gate, waiting.
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Donny cursed. It was going to be tough to get to the top of the arena; it had been hard enough even getting into the damn place. The battle continued to rage below him, and stray blasts whipped past him every so often, but eventually he found a perch directly above an audience viewing window.
"Hee hee, dey'll luv da muzzle flash." He joked to himself as he crouched low to avoid detection.
With a triumphant giggle to her love, Iron Fist, Jord walked out of the arena. She didn't really need the prize money, Iron Fist owned a hidden kingdom and provided her with everything she needed, but she'd be damned if she was about to let someone else have it.
She sneered as she passed by Goro, the ugly brute, and the foolish Coldfire, who seemed to think repeating the same attack over and over again was an effective strategy. Jord was certain she could have won without their help as long as Iron Fist was on her side.
( *Sniff sniff* did you have to call me ugly. I can't help it if im made out of stone *sniff sniff*)
Donny spat through his teeth, the loogie Spt! -ing on the arena below.
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"Heya, toots." Erik said to Jord, sarcasm deep in his voice. "Bet you tink you can play wit' de big boys, eh?"
"Shaaaaaaduuuup." The Knife drawled to his enforcer.
"We up, crew. Let's roll!" The gangsters laughed and drew their weapons, walking through the door and into the sand....
OOC: Next fight: who's up for it?
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.
(ME!!!)
((OOC: I'd like to enter one of my heroes! Prepare to meet one of my favorites!))
Looking at the hole in the wall curiously as he walked through, the little green man shook his head and shrugged, his right arm clanking at the gesture. Just topping 3' tall, Podo wasn't the most imposing looking hero, but that's if you think size matters.
His skin was green, his ears pointy and large, and his head so bald it shined. One of his arms, previously torn out in a terrible battle in his native home of Abaddon, had been replaced with a large cybernetic arm, which seemed ridiculously large on the little creature. He did manage to hold it up well, though, as he was hugely muscled, lair upon lair of muscle sitting atop his frame from years of protecting his village from the threats of roaming monsters, which attacked more than often and often in force! He would seem fat to some, but none of his bulk jiggled a bit, and any who saw him fight knew it didn't weigh him down in the least. His right eye was also cybernetic, torn out in the same battle that took his arm.
The goblin stepped up to the desk, dressed in a white muscle shirt, orange shorts, and brown knitted boots from his underground home. His weapon of choice was obvious, as there was a sword strapped to his back almost as large as the goblin himself.
"Shall I suspect the fighting has already begun?" Podo questioned the man sitting at the desk in his odd old-world dialect. "Methinks I would like to join in the next battle, can thou assist me in my quest?"
Yes, as a goblin cyborg swordsman, Podo was certainly an oddity to all around him. But for every odd stare the little man received he gave another back, for the human world is as much an oddity to him as Podo is to the human world!
((OOC: Reference Pic It's the best I could make him on the game, but I imagine his head being more sized with his body, his eye glowing in the infared spectrum, and his ears much large and pointier. Oh yes, and he's a broadsword/super reflexes scrapper, entirely natural. He fights using warrior instinct and an uncanny ability to depict danger from all angles. Almost like a spider sense. He can take hits, but not devastating ones.))
((I'll keep with this, and at some point, Cold will return...))
Coldfire blew apart the pillars in anger, he didn't even get to see the mage wet himself. As he walked out he smiled as he saw his friend in the hallway, she didn't see him, but that was okay.
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Becky came to the arena looking for a challenge. She had just passed the test and had walked by some gruff looking mobsters. Her abilities of regeneration would help in this fight, keeping her alive for a good portion of it. Cold had given her some money to insure her teleporting out. But she wondered, what did Cold use for money? Either way, she walked into the room instructed. A gaurd looked at her with a smirk. "Fresh meat?" he asked, staring at her. "You'll be a pile of meat if you don't stop staring at me." Becky said as she matterialized her blade, a great sword. "Heh, you'll be good, I can tell." the gaurd said as he checked Becky's pass. "Your oppenents and allies will be her shortly.
((Broad sword/regen, Becky Morningstar))
As goro walked to the next arena he used one of his more... mystical like powers. The sand trickled up is body and filled the cavaties that were previously torn open. As another one of the massive gates opened he entered tha arena. Glancing to the side he say a new competitore or ally, one with a big sword, he didn't know which... yet. "Well hello there, I am Goro the Stone King at your serves, for the moment."
OOC: Sorry for the absence, I've had a crazy weekend. Count me in on this one from the start!
OOC: Alright, if you've already got an ID, just walk on in to the next fight. I'll post the bad guys when everyone's ready.
BIC: The guard looked down at Podo after giving Becky one last look.
"Yeah, squirt, I can help you with that," the guard said. "Judging as how I haven't seen you around before, I think you'll need an ID. Little Miss Attitude here can show you where to test out, after all, she's an A-3."
His spiel done, the guard leaned back in his chair and watched a couple of guys in primitive exoskeletons removing the rubble of the wall and preparing to slap on a patch.
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.
Despite being called a squirt, Podo was quite grateful to the man and gave him the "rock on" symbol, something Billyboy, a teammate who had volunteered to teach him a bit about human affairs and customs, had told him let humans know you appreciated them.
Turning to Becky, he smiled widely as he noticed her sword. "Hail, swordswoman Little Miss Attitude!" he said happily. "Perhaps you would be interested in journeying with me to the place I must go, so I may face the perils of the test and also become an A-3!"
Down in the secondary ready room...
"Preparations: Complete?" asked a rumbling voice.
"Affirmitive," replied a deeper, electronic one.
"WeeEEee ArrE ReeAadyy," gurgled something unpleasant sounding.
"May this arrangement: Be profitable," said the first voice.
In response there was a heavy clanking noise and the whirr of servos. Then the sound of something very heavy taking a step.
"As always," said the mechanical voice.
OOC: I've always liked doing that sort of thing.
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.
Becky pointed the short guy down the hall and said, "Just go down there and they'll have you exhibit some powers and stuff." Becky then looked on at the door, waiting to fight.
Podo, looking a bit confused by the vague directions, was nonetheless grateful to know the general way to go.
"Many thanks, swordswoman friend Little Miss Attitude!" he smiled. "I hope to meet you in the Arena to study your skills with the blade!"
Podo walked down the hall, looking this way and that for the correct door. Eventually, the little man found where to go and took a very short and rushed test, the Arena wanted to get him into this next fight. With a hurried shove out the door, the registrar pushed a card into his non-metal hand and slammed the door.
Podo flipped the doorslammer the bird, a gesture he had been told showed disapproval. He looked down to his card to see a picture of himself, one that had just been taken in the rush. He looked down at his classification and looked puzzled, unsure of what to make of the letter and number.
"Well met, human friend Little Miss Attitude!" Podo shouted as he rejoined Becky. "I would be in your debt if you could translate this strange symbol." he said, pointing to his card. "It states I am of the power level A-5, but alas, I am not certain what this means! The desk-sentry stated that you were A-3, I would suppose you know. You see, my letter is the same, but my number is higher. I would normally be lead to believe that this means I am of a higher power, but I have seen humans use lower numbers to signify higher rank many times since my journey to the surface. Would you be so kind as to clarify, my good friend?"
"Couldn't tell ya. This is my first arena fight and I've never found out what the number means. Oh, and by the way, my name is Becky." she said to Podo.
"Well met, human swordswoman Becky, I am Podo." the goblin introduced himself with a bow. "Art thou competing in the upcoming match? I would be delighted to match thou in combat! Mayhap you have no powers, such as I?"
(Am i chopped live of conversation in this RP, I said something to Beatty a page back i think and never got a response."
((Sorry, repost it and I'll respond.))
"Hi Podo, and no, I do have powers..." she said pulling her sword close to her arm. "Look." Becky said, and with that she lobbed off her arm. "OH! Your arm swordwoman!" Podo said anxiously point and jumping around. "Look again." Becky said as she moved her arm back to her socket. The tissue fused together and regrew immediately. "That is my power. And I can regrow things too, so I'm not easy to kill." She said with a wink. "Podo remember this swordwoman Becky!" He said smiling.
Goro Streached out as he left the arena. He wondered if he had enough time yo go get his wounds checked out and enter the next fight. He checked out the various cuts in his skin. Nothing to serious. Abought what 20 minutes till his body heals. Organic Stone is alot more durable than just skin.
As Goro passed Coldfire, "Good job out there Ally, may i enjoy another fight with you again, I just hope that i am not fighting against you". Goro wondered what the next fight will be like.
(OOC-Thank god for copy and paste)
"A useful and amazing skill!" Podo said with awe. "I envy thou, I was not so lucky to have regenerating limbs!" He held out his mechanical arm to emphasize the point. "One of my own kinsman, the shaman of my tribe, led a traitorous attack against my village, that is how my arm was cleaved off. I took many monsters with me, but I could not protect my people, I was not yet strong enough. A man in silver armor powered by human technologies rescued me and fixed my arm, but his intentions were not pure, and he gave his cybernetics control over my body! I was lucky to meet several human youths, the Caper Brigade. They cut the controlling 'circuits' on my arm and allowed me to join them in their own quest to defeat the nefarious Dr. Phillis! I have come to Paragon in pursuit of our nemesis, who has flown to the Rogue Isles like a cowardly dog. I was hoping to see the skills of the heroes that protect this city by fighting in the arena. I can only hope I am up to par!"
Jord snarled as she was thrown back, but quickly rolled herself back up and locked her gaze on the teleported Andraxus. She smiled and licked her lips as she watched Coldfire become inprisoned in the pillars and giggled, she just thought it was funny when people got hurt!
She reached to the ground in an attempt to rip up a chunk of earth, but found only sand. With a muttered curse, some of her most frequented words, she opted for her normal strategy and charged forward as quickly as she could, hoping to surprise Andraxus and crush in his face.