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Lucille Anthony Archer

Even gods can bleed.

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a character in “Apollo's Colosseum”, originally authored by ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Lucille "Lucy" Archer
"You die for free."



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Full Name: Lucille Anthony Archer
Arena Title: Lightning "Don't call me Lightning Lucy" Lucy
Age: 26
Gender: Female

Team: White Knight
Class: Racer

Positive Traits:
Equivalent Exchange: She hates being in debt. It probably has to do with her past as a "contractor", but the Code of Hammurabi (or whatever the equivalent may be) lives within her. If you perform a good deed for her, she will find a way to do the same to you. If you do bad she too will do bad. Though a double-edged sword she generally errs toward the side of focusing on repaying good deeds rather than bad ones. These deeds, good or bad, tend to loom over her and saving her life is perhaps, the best thing that one could ever do for her. Granted, she won't admit how grateful she is toward anyone but there are times when she will go out of her way to repay a person or put in a good word for them. "It isn't much," she will explain, "I'm only fulfilling a promise."

Ambitious: The future is only bright if you are the light. She joined the White Knights, not only because of Kadir but also for her own self. She wants to tip over Apollo's big empire and take it over, whether it's to restructure the entire gladiatorial system or to simply brand herself she wants to be known as the best racer to ever grace the Colosseum's roads. Though Lucy understands that people aren't necessarily born to climb the ladder she knows that Crypt City is the place to go from rags and riches. If anywhere, Crypt is the best place to rise to fame.

Fortuitous: Perhaps not physically, but her brain is hard to break. At twenty-six years old Lucy somehow figured out the secret to avoiding calamity. Despite trash talk, temptation, or questioning, she sticks to her principles. She acknowledges that these principles aren't the most noble but she will not waver. Even in situations that would normally test the hearts of others she appears to be calm and calculating, perpetually caring for herself and the welfare of her bank account.
Negative Traits:
Selfish: It's very, very rare for her to perform actions outside the realm of checks and balances so if she is charitable, one ought to be suspicious. She will most likely ask for something in return. If she isn't being proactive then she'll likely bring up something that happened in the past during a fight to win or to retrieve a favor (so to speak). During combat she has a selfish style of combat, standing in the back and poking down her enemies before going in for the kill. She won't be the first to dive into a fight unless she knows for sure she can kill.

Greedy: Greed does not only refer to money. It also refers to pride, lust, and gluttony. It's the hunger for more than one has and the other side of ambition that people write about in books. The only time that Lucy wavers is when she's close enough to taste something, whether it's another person's death or money. The biggest struggle being on Team White Knight has been adapting to the White Knight's "no killing" policy.

Apathetic: Tying in with her selfishness, she has a hard time empathizing with others. In fact, she has a hard time caring for anyone. Out of everyone she is the least connected with the group and isn't shy about showing it with her lack of listening, uninterested advice, and blunt demeanor. Whatever will make people get out of her face. This isn't to say she hates any of her teammates, but that she just doesn't care as much. In some ways, this makes her a good source of unbiased "things you need to hear but don't want to", but also terrible for comfort. Seriously, if you come to her crying, the best she can do is give an awkward "there, there" before asking the White Knight for help.

Fears: Getting old || Intimacy || Failure

Likes: Money || Smoking || Efficiency || Gourmet Foods || Music
Dislikes: Gambling || Physical Contact || Losing || Confinement
Dreams/Goals: "I want to be rich enough to buy Apollo's respect and then his city."

Tattoos/Markings/Scars: She has a vertical scar over her left eye and various cuts or burns on her body.
Weight: 130 lb
Height: 5'9"
Brief Appearance Description: With pale skin and white hair, her red lips become a huge focal point on her body. She rarely shows her brown eyes or the rest of her lean body due to her many scars, only making an exception when she goes to formal events. Otherwise, she doesn't show much of herself and when she does, she considers herself average at best. Her breasts are average, her waist is thin, her ass is small, and well, her legs are nothing to gawk at. Outside of combat she dresses informally, typically in pants and thin, long-sleeved shirts.

Carrying/Weapons/Equipment: For racing she uses a lightcycle (focused on speed and maneuverability rather than fighting) while wearing form-fitting armor that protects her from the wind, cold, heat, and allows her to move with little friction. Particularly, the visor she wears improves her vision by providing high definition coverage of everything in her line of sight. Her signature weapon is a cross-shaped blade that she usually carries on her back. She uses it the same way that one would use a shuriken, slicing her target before it comes back to her. She also stashes smaller copies of her weapon to pin them down long enough to get ahead. During close combat, she will use her speed and combat knowledge to dodge their attacks and fight back with quick jabs or the lasers on the red spots of her armor.
Strength/Abilities/Talents: Agility || Accurate, precise aim || Stamina || Combat Knowledge/Analysis
Weakness: Fragile (when caught) || Greedy || Untrustworthy || Apathetic

History: When Lucille was six her parents immigrated from a city in the heart of the desert (where only the rich could make a name for themselves) to Crypt City, the land of opportunity. His dad wanted to open a small bookstore, just the three of them with some start up money and later bring their family members over but it just wasn't in the cards. The first couple of years were good, but when bigger businesses moved downtown, Archer's Archives couldn't compete with their selection. By year ten of Archer's Archives, the Archer family hemorrhaged so much money that they had to file for bankruptcy. Her father, Aziz, couldn't handle the financial burden and began arguing with his wife who wasn't pulling in enough money to support the both of them. As Lucy grew older, her parents grew more irascible toward each other and the fact that Aziz's dream fell apart meant that he had little to live for.

Like Aziz, Lucy distanced herself from the family (other siblings included) and drew plans for herself. What the Archer family didn't know was that she'd been hanging around the slums of Crypt City and picking up information on how to sneak around, steal things, and even jump people who wandered into the wrong part of town. She knew that her dad's company was going under and she felt like she was being backed into a corner with how her mom ran ragged trying to take care of her other brothers and sisters. They didn't have a college fund or a plan...or anything so the white-haired girl look matters into her own hands. Scummy things like dumpster diving and grabbing from lost-and-found turned into meeting with the neighborhood's premiere illegal businessman. He didn't own a chop shop or a drug cartel, no. He ran a delivery business. Things like drug dealing and car theft were easy in a neighborhood that wasn't closely monitored by the cops, but for the upper class who wanted to maintain a position of authority they needed middlemen.

That's where the Contractors came in. For a reasonable fee they would get any message, package, etc. delivered without any questions, witnesses, etc. This included beatings. The darker side of the business was collection and sometimes, hits. Lucy would do it all and more, if there was money in it for her. She wanted nothing more to move up in life and once Apollo's Colosseum began its death matches she departed for the racing segment. She had the reputation of Valoran Contractors Inc. riding on her shoulders as well as that of the Archer family; however she did well to excel through the ranks of the tournament. In six short years, she became one of the "sleeper" hits among the tournament, strong but shady due to her lack of fan interaction and ties with Valoran.

When the White Knight made his return he asked for her to join his team, something that she initially refused until he reminded her of both her debt and her goal. Sure, she could have joined Team Apollo, but that would mean being unable to usurp him, plus there was the matter of settling a debt.

Two years prior to joining the Colosseum, her client's wife nearly killed her with an energy laser on a job gone wrong, but the White Knight (then Cataclysm) not only saved her but added insult to injury by defeating her husband the next day. She wanted to stiff the company on payment by killing Lucy but Kadir happened to be in the neighborhood so he saved her. At the time she didn't know how to repay him because he left so quickly, but he clearly had a good memory because he wanted to collect that debt in full.

Despite how she initially reacted to his return (disagreeing completely with the no-killing rule) she knew better than to dishonor an old debt so she signed onto his team with the hope that she might be able to change more than a measly killing rule.

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So begins...

Lucille Anthony Archer's Story

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Chapter 1
The Day Before Dawn



The White Knight









Kadir Zinc stood as he studied with attention as he studied Lelah Piaget's every move, he had to, and he knew it. For practice put in today would reveal in the performance tomorrow. But Kadir would not be fond to call a slaughter, performance, no a performance is a show, and no matter how famed the matches were, Kadir would never be one to see death as a means of entertainment. And Kadir also would never take today's training light, especially in Lelah's perspective. Kadir was being difficult today, but that was only because he bore mountains of pressure against his shoulders, and he was not going to set her up for failure, because he knew what the prize was for a loser in Apollo's Colosseum, Adelina showed him that.

And Kadir cared about Lelah, though he really did just meet her the day before. But why? She of course reminded him heavily of his own daughter, so much hope, and the hunger for adrenaline inside of her. Kadir could tell Lelah wanted the rush and excitement of being a gladiator, it was the reason why she joined him. And Kadir just could not say no, though he found many flaws with her techniques, he knew she would continue with her life, Kadir just did not want to know how many matches it would take to finally end it, and he did not want that to happen for the young girl.

"No, that's going to get you killed, Lelah," Kadir instructed her. "You're form is too jumpy, and attacks, unpredictable to the point of insanity. It is good strike at your character's off-guard moments, but with moves that random you might be only hurting yourself. You need a more organized method of fighting, and... slow things down, you’re getting to ahead of yourself not executing critical hits." Kadir was working with her on close-combat, and so far he was winning, of course. He gave her his hand to pull her off the ground he knocked her to.

Kadir glanced at the clock against the wall of the room, he needed to make a phone call, Kadir was getting doubtful that she was coming. "Listen, Lelah, keep practicing I have to step out-- Here, I have someone you need to meet. I was going to introduce after practice, but here, he can help, he's good at that."

Kadir rushed to the target practicing room where he found Augustus Zephyr, "August, you remember the rookie I dueled yesterday, Lelah Piaget, also known as Skuld Well, she's in the team, and I want you train with her while I step out and make some contacts." Kadir now in a whisper, because Kadir didn't want Lelah to get offended, "Go easy on her, remember she's a rookie, not like you, and an amateur, to tell the truth." Kadir started to walk away but stopped, turning another to say one last thing, "Oh and, don't hurt her, I mean it, she has to be ready for tomorrow's match. Walk her through some of your moves, maybe. Just not a scratch."

Kadir dialed his phone for Lucy, she was the only teammate missing, he was afraid she was never going to show up until a "woosh" swept the streets and in she came and arrived in a heartbeat. She was not called, Lighting Lucy for no reason. "I was almost afraid you would never come," Kadir confessed, because really there was not much purpose for her to come to the gym other than to greet the other fellow teammates, because like the bot battler, they would not belong in a building for gladiators, but Kaidr knew if they were going to work like a team then they had to start by getting to know each other. "You wouldn't ever miss out on meeting some new friendly faces, would you?" Kadir spoke scarcastically, which was as rare thing he did, but it was true, and Lucy knew it, she was never the one to be sympathetic to others, she was selfish, and greedy. She would have not even joined the team if Kadir did not press her to feel as if she had a debt to repay him. But if we are going to work like a team, we have to be able to trust each other. United we rise, divided we fall. Are you willing to do that, Lucy?"





Beatrix Phoenix







Bullet after bullet Beatrix hammered through the dummies' skull. Beatrix was a legend in the making, and she knew it. Like all the other champions chosen by Apollo to competing in his little game, she was undefeated, but what made her special what that she never missed, her accuracy was golden, especially to a blind woman. Skills so perfected, she grew boredom from practice, and often abandoned it after the continuous streak of head shots became monotonous. She enclosed her guns into the hostlers strapped to her pants before marching over to the pull-up bar where she then concreted on her upper-body strength.

As she hoisted herself up the bar, constantly strengthening her arm muscles. She felt a roll of sweat form as she was working out, giving it all she got, as she fiercely stormed her body over the pole. She pushed harder and harder as she repeatedly thought of her sister Lily, and her power-hungry bastard of a step-father. Thinking of Bentley just formed a burning inferno within that never stopped to cease to surround her ever being. This, is what she assumed that caused all the grumpiness and fur inside of her, she let her mind wander into the dark and sufferable of her life. She was going to fight like hell before letting that man even lay a finger on that girl.

And after Beatrix had worked out her body and skills, she decided it was time for a drink. Well, she always had a strong liking for all alcohol in general. She had already been training in Apollo's VIP training grounds, he reserved it entirely for his teammates. Funny how he referred to them as teammates, a team he had no part in other than to watch their, his opponents crumble in defeat. He could have had the White Knight dead by now if so really wished, but no Apollo wanted the cash to start flowing. There would be crowds wanting to see the returning legend fight, but who can blame them the White Knight has been missing for five years, and all of sudden he returned. But as for Beatrix she made her way to the lounge where she would find herself a seat at the bar.

As Beatrix was dumping another shot in, she sensed and heard footsteps entering the room. Beatrix was always very sensitive to people's footsteps, entirely because she was blind and that was one of the ways she could identify a person, it was Rook Palmer, she could tell, she already knew about the rook who was doing his best to rise in the ranks, for the glory and fame. But Beatrix hated how he was too cocky, too confident, and too proud. And she would be deeply angry with him if he lost the match tomorrow, she could not allow team White Knight to gain a single point. She could not allow them to win, Apollo would kill them, or worse, sell them into slavery. And Beatrix knew she had to be there for Lily. So noticing Rook was in the lounge rather did annoy her, believing that he should be practicing and not in the lounge where the main goal in a lounge is to relax.

But she remained silent knowing that she already has plenty of enemies and doesn’t need to create anymore, especially with her own teammates. Though she has heard of Rook, believe it or not, the rookie has raised some eyebrows, but he was not picked by Apollo for nothing. And Beatrix knows he looks to talk, he was a charismatic fellow, and she was more of a quiet girl. She just hoped he was not coming around to make a conversation or anything.

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Lucille "Lucy" Archer

Castor by Daft Punk





Lucy stretched her ankles, rotating them slowly as she prepped herself for the run that would take place. She'd warmed up with some light jogging beforehand but here would separate the good racers and the great ones. Unlike most racers Lucy took pride in her personal fitness more than that of her machine, keeping light as light on her feet as her vehicle did on its wheels. Granted, she didn't train with anyone else around (she disliked the "other people" aspect of the gym) but because Apollo reserved certain areas only for his team she had to make due with what was given. That meant taking on the role of the cocky bitch who allegedly outraced the vehicles of others even if it wasn't true. One could call her speed inhuman sure, but she relied on her rust bucket like everyone else.

After the run she showered and went back to the racer's garage, deciding to tune up her vehicle. She heard whispers of other gladiators: half on the astonishment that she dare showed her arms and half on the upcoming competition. Indeed, she would be against Apollo's best and that meant she needed to live up to the hype that everyone created around the ever mysterious "Lightning Lucy." She hated the cheesy nickname and would have liked sticking with simply "Lucille" but supposed that it didn't roll off the tongue the same way. The fans wanted something recognizable yet enigmatic. That's why some still followed her. They wanted the chance to see her face.

Only one person in the arena had ever seen her face and currently he was ringing for her.

The White Knight.

She arrived in a split second, meeting his gaze with her visor. As usual, he rambled not about the important things but about the team and how important it was for her to be one with the team, trust them, all sorts of bullshit she'd learned in sports. While the words were nothing more than platitudes the concern was not without merit. Lucy knew as well as the others how selfish she could be so the speech acted as extra insurance (not that he needed any).

"You that I am a woman of principle," she replied, expression unreadable, "so long as I'm still handing reparations I have no reason to breed doubt."

She locked her vehicle and entered the gym, turning to her team's leader.

"I could even teach that rookie a thing or two given enough time."

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"You know that I am a woman of principle, so long as I'm still handing reparations I have no reason to breed doubt."

Kadir rose his eyebrow as he looked over to Lucy with a toothless smile, "Oh? I guess some people never change." Payments, that was how Lucy dealt with things, and Kadir knew it. Too bad, that all winnings go to him first, he was team captain, of course. But if a victor did win on his side, he would give them their reward, and he gets his own separate payment for being leader, but it was a small amount to dwell on, but enough for him to spend fueling his secret drug addiction.

"I could even teach that rookie a thing or two given enough time."

Kadir sighed entering the gym with Lucy, "I just hope I'm not leading her to her death..." Kadir got extremely quiet for a minute, he was reflecting on his past, his mistake with Adelina, something he could never forgive himself for, a memory his mind could never erase. Yes, it was the reason why he concluded to drugs, not that has yet punctured the injection through his neck to numb all attachment to his hippocampus region of his brain, thus he could sleep and spare the nightmares that paints itself vividly in the night. "But now, is not the time to look upon the depressive. Today is a new day, a new movement, and I will put an end to Apollo's bloody-thirsty appetite."

The Colosseum at first was seen as a stadium, a playing field for the sport of dueling. And though Cataclysm did not see it, the White Knight does, the Colosseum, its nothing but a slaughterhouse. The public draws to be no audience for non-lethal battle, reason why such rounds are rare and almost extinct. Duels without the blood and death only now happen once in a life time.

"However, now you could meet my bot battler." Kadir was a friendly man, he had a warm spirit amongst him, however those who are cold-bloodied have more of a disconnection, and even dislike towards the man for so. Kadir is good-natured, some call him hero, though the title for himself, is a hard pill to sallow. A hero doesn't kill his daughter, and though it was not Kadir in the mech that crushed her body, it sure felt that way for him, heart heavy with burdens that he believed he could never break from his spirit. "I have not spoken to him much yet, I was working with the rookie. He's a robot, actually, an IMIT, unit eight."

Kadir walked with Lucy, leading her to a rest room in the gym where he spotted the machine, "Hello Eight," greeted the bot politely. "This is Lighti--" Kadir stopped himself, remembering Lucy's distaste in her cheesy title. "I mean, Lucy. This is Lucy."

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Small, dull lenses lowered themselves over the frail ocular sensors of the machine as the phased plasma flame ignited from the welder, superheated gas rushing through tubes hidden under the machine's metal skin to shriek out and weld together a tungsten plate and the composite armour beneath.

Eight was busy refurbishing the behemoth that stood parked in the White Knight garage.

He had discovered the old Ion-class war mech in a scrapyard nary two weeks ago; it had been a bullet-riddled, defunct piece of scrap. The last war major enough to involve Ion-classes was over three decades ago, in the United Scandinavian Federation's brief yet horrific skirmish with the Arctic States, and many Ion-classes were decommissioned on those icy battlefields. Eight had gotten his manipulator hands on one of them, and with a bit of funding from sponsors and all the technical knowledge, he had steadily worked at improving it and putting it back in actionable condition.

Now, the Ion-class, which Eight was considering names for, was in just about enough condition to walk, but nowhere near close to combat capable.

Luckily, the NCRS spray was tending to that, and now the little nanobots were very slowly replicating on the molecular scale the first piece of the cockpit and the interior: the control panel.

Eight finished reattaching the metal plate, rising from his crouched position as the automatic welding lenses flipped up again to leave a clear view. He briefly admired his work, the slow and invisible work of the NCRS gel casting a faint blue glow on his face, and he hopped down from his position onto the hangar floor.

It was then that he was suddenly aware of an extra two presences in the room. One was a somewhat nondescript woman (Eight remembered her as the racer of the team; or did he just believe he remembered because it was being said now?) and the other was the "boss."

The White Knight. A commendable figure, surely, but Eight did not concern himself too much with his motives. His objective was parallel to Eight's; he was simply the one Eight was attached to. Nothing more, nothing less.

And while Eight hadn't been overly social yet, it seems the Knight was trying to change this.

"My greetings," Eight offered with a slight wave of his right arm. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms. Lucy. While our trades of choice may be quite different, what with your, ah... finesseful speed and my usage of maximum force forward, I am looking forward to a good working relationship." Part of the base programming of all the IMIT units was relatability; a robot was far more trustworthy if it spoke like a human, even if there was only cold silicon logic beneath.

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Lucille "Lucy" Archer

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Lucy smiled, malicious satisfaction and smugness-free as she met the White Knight's eyes with her own (although she doubted he could tell).

"Her choice to enter the arena was her own," she replied noting the sudden quiet in his voice, "she's not like Apollo's lapdogs."

She understood the intent behind White Knight's worries but she felt that the White Knight's anger toward Adelina's death was being misplaced. Gladiatorial arenas were made for death matches because that was the only time when humans were truly pushed to their limits. Nothing else kicked in the survival instinct. Racers certainly didn't face the same sort of fear, but the penalty was all the same. The only difference was that they used vehicles to carry out their will rather than their bodies. The same was true for Bot Battlers, although Racers needed to be more cunning with their fight. It wasn't as simple as clashing head to head, they also had to clock in laps, vehicle damage, and time. If they were too slow they could be killed. If they were too concentrated on survival or fighting they would fall behind.

When they arrived at the hanger she raised an eyebrow at the strange device, rather robot, who stood in front of them. From his singular eye (or perhaps it was one big eye with two small ones?) he acted very rigid as if he was trying to read her for a reaction. Certainly she expected something like this from White Knight if only because that was how things usually went with a ragtag group. He must have been a fighting unit of some sort because his plating wasn't fragile plastic like consumer robots or silicone like companion which meant he was either for factory or combat.

"My greetings, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms. Lucy. While our trades of choice may be quite different, what with your, ah... finesseful speed and my usage of maximum force forward, I am looking forward to a good working relationship."

Lucy raised a brow. So he spoke. She'd heard of robots being modified for basic speech functions but most of the time fighters only spoke with expletives or trash talk. This robot's AI was much more...advanced than she expected even if his diction felt awkward.

"The word you're looking for is alacrity," she answered as she took his hand, "but it's a pleasure to meet you too."

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Eight's optics twitched with readjustment. With his initial programming had come detection of speech patterns; this woman was displaying hints of surprise, if deeply buried.

The speech-pattern analysis, along with his other noncombatant functions, had decayed somewhat lately. Even though Dr. Renarke's stripping of Eight's plastic plating and replacement with metal was a physical transformation, it felt like rebirth; a destiny into darkness. Eight was no longer to be a friend to someone of deteriorating mental state, but to be a destroyer of men and machine alike.

Much like the Ion, he was reborn for a different purpose.

Phoenix. Phoenix, Eight decided, would be the Ion unit's new name.

He snapped back to reality.

"I suppose we shall have to borrow supplies at times," Eight said to Lucille, injecting small hints of humorous intonation into his voice. "You are in the nearby hangar, yes?"

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Damian Stryke





At that point Palmer came back in with another comment defending himself, but it didn't stop Damian from catching Phoenix's comment about bot battles. Not everyone respected bot battles or the races due to the fact that they were performed by machine, but he strongly disagreed. How was it different than two brutes beating each other with stones? They all had the same goal, but simply different objectives. If they knew how much his body needed to train and endure, to actually use his augments in combat they might be more understanding but likely still pricks. Bot battling didn't consist of lowly button mashers. They suited up for the sake of pushing beyond human limits.

"Brave you may be, but you don't seem to know anything about my craft nor my circumstances," he sighed as his third arm reached to help him rub a temple, "but we aren't here to talk about me. We're here because we're all part of the same team."

"Bitching and tossing around insults isn't going to get you any friends and despite what you may think, trying to put us down doesn't make you any better. You step into the arena alone. Its all you and nothing to do with us. Heck, its better to have people on your side."

No matter what Phoenix wasn't up to talking, even if to pretend that she enjoyed the company of others and he wasn't going to make her talk. Palmer, at least, agreed with him about having a good team environment. His expression remained unchanged, but he retracted his arm.





Lucille "Lucy" Archer





At this robot had a sense of humor. She hadn't expected him to be human in his speech but the creativity (so to speak) in forming new words meant that he had some form of adaptability. He would do well on the battlefield, even if his opponent was human on the inside.

"Always am," she answered, "we don't have a fancy hanger here like Apollo's crew but I've managed pretty well. I even retooled my old motorbike to the racer cycle I have now."

She picked up a wrench before turning to The White Knight.

"So where are the others?" she asked, "are two gladiators still training or wee you planning on having only me and the robot meet?"

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"So where are the others? Are two gladiators still training or wee you planning on having only me and the robot meet?"

"Wow, Lucy, it seems so unlike you to be wanting to meet others," the White Knight spoke sarcastically. "But if you are so excited, then I see I must. Follow me." Kadir led Lucy inside of the gym, and walked his way to Lelah and August. Kadir knew it was about time to give Lelah a break, even if it would be a small one, but he was curtained that she truly wished and yearned for one.

He walked in to see the two, "Hello, I have another member of the team, you may recognize her. You can just call her Lucy." Kadir was happy to see his team was going pretty smoothly, but perhaps he was very optimistic, it had not even been an hour, and he believed things were turning up good. Well, that is probably better than always looking on the downside of things.



Beatrix Phoenix



"I know I'm good and what you think isn't going to convince me otherwise. I would think you ought to be the one to trade in your attitude."

Beatrix had only shrugged, only feeling bad due to the fact that her comments did not drive him away, but instead cause more commotion by dragging the Inquisitor bickering. She dumped shot in, trying to enjoy her drink, trying to focus on herself rather than the conversation with Rook, though she did continue to pull herself back in, not holding back on those snappish comments.

She heard Rook continue to say, "Bitching and tossing around insults isn't going to get you any friends and despite what you may think, trying to put us down doesn't make you any better. You step into the arena alone. Its all you and nothing to do with us. Heck, its better to have people on your side."

And then the Inquisitor, "Brave you may be, but you don't seem to know anything about my craft nor my circumstances, but we aren't here to talk about me. We're here because we're all part of the same team."

They both spoke of this so-called "teamwork", Beatrix had a distaste for it. No, she could not trust anyone, she could not even trust her own mother, why should she trust this strangers? For all she knows, they could be traitors, or she may only be paranoid, stubborn, and arrogant to only hold concern and care to her own beliefs, ideas, and assumptions.

"Team? Working together?" she questioned. "Have you forgotten who you work for? If you care about camaraderie you should sign up for the White Knight's team, I think he needs a waterboy. But actually, too bad, we're owned by Apollo, greedy vulgarian, if his team loses..." Beatrix paused, she didn't want to think of it, because she knew exactly what would happen, and she would not be the only person suffering from the defeat. And she was not going to allow Bentley to sell Lily into slavery, but she also knew she would not have any chance nor time to save her in they were not victors. So in fact, they were working as a team, but Beatrix was too stubborn to face the facts.

"Look, we are technically a team, but don't think we are friends. Since when this city, this world, crawl itself out of hell." Beatrix got quieter, "No, I'm still figuring out why I'm still burning, why anyone would deserve a life like this." Beatrix drank her last and walked her way out of the lounge, "You know what, I'm out." Of course she did not mean she was out of the team or any crazy nonsense like that, but that she was leaving the lounge, where Beatrix attempted to storm into the training room, but with reckless emotions, trying to make an escape from the lounge, and being blind, Beatrix clashed in and bumped into none other than Ericka Wilson, Godhand.

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She had been left with the other gladiator, this nameless face, sure she had seen him before at some point. But had she bothered with remembering his name? No, not at all. So her expectation had been that she at least would be able to catch his name before the others would return and she would be pushed around again, had her expectation realized? No, not even the slightest. It was just as if the team leader had left the room just to fetch the others. Just as he disappeared out the door he walked right through it again, and with his return Lelah's grumpy mood was back. She didn't feel like working.

"Hello, I have another member of the team, you may recognize her. You can just call her Lucy."

The moment Lelah laid eyes on the other female, Lucy, she got a bad feeling about her. Not that she could say what it was, but it was something about the aura around her that wasn't what Lelah had expected to meet in here. She just felt the negative energy just overflowed out of her, and Lelah guessed that it wasn't just her that could feel it. She had no clue who she was - probably because she wasn't the slightest interested in the racing or the bot battles. So she had no idea what competition the woman would even participate in.

Even though Lelah felt an instant dislike for the woman she still smiled towards her, it wasn't a genuine smile however. And she wasn't even trying to make it look like one. Because she simply didn't care, she just felt like getting away from all that darkness that surrounded her. "Well, nice to meet you Lucy. So what is your expertise, bot battler or racer? I'm Lelah by the way."

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"Look, we are technically a team, but don't think we are friends. Since when this city, this world, crawl itself out of hell. No, I'm still figuring out why I'm still burning, why anyone would deserve a life like this."

The last part came out much more quietly, so quiet that Damian wouldn't have been able to catch it if his hearing hadn't been enhanced. He could, in fact, help that he felt a pang of sympathy for the angry woman by reminding himself that she was a capable adult who could make decisions for herself.

"Teamwork and camaraderie are entirely separate. We are asking that you be professional toward your fellow teammates," he said, "I understand your pain, but if you hate Apollo so much you can take your own advice. He is, as you say, 'a greedy vulgarian'."

As he continued speaking however, he noticed the redhead walked away....only to bump into the Godhand. Ericka Wilson was not one to be trifled with. Outside of her devastating strength she possessed a blood lust that operated outside the bounds of teamwork and sensibility. Though Phoenix was irritating, Wilson stood on an entirely different plane. He feared Wilson, but not nearly as much as he wanted to study her.

"Godhand? I'm so sorry I didn't know it was you. You know I would like to see things from your point of view, but I can't seem to get head that far up my ass."

Phoenix was as dumb as she was stupid.

"Both of you stop!" he yelled, waving his rod and firing a bolt of electricity near the two women, "animosity or not we are here to fight the White Knight not each other."

His third arm popped out and began whirring, ready to laser off either one of the two.

"I will not miss again so think very clearly about whether or not you want to continue your match."





Lucille "Lucy" Archer





"It's good to know who else I'm forced to depend on," she smirked as they reached the person known as "Lelah Piaget."

Her appearance was as unconventional as her fighting style was reported to be. She had tattoos, shaved sides, and piercings littering her face. Quite distinguishable compared to some of the other gladiators she'd known her time. Lucy didn't expect much professionalism or normal wear but she couldn't believe that those piercings wouldn't be pulled out during a fight. Well, assuming that Lelah's opponents could even get that close to her.

"Racer," she answered.

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“Racer.”

When the woman gave her answer Lelah almost shrugged in response. It was a simple answer, nothing more than one word and how was Lelah supposed to respond to that? There wasn’t much she could say about it, so she just watched the woman silently before adding, “Oh, so you are the racer. Cool.”

It was obvious to Lelah that this Lucy was just as interested in getting to know her as Lelah was interested in getting to know her. Which meant she was not interested in it at all. Lelah didn’t have anything against the other members of the team, even though she hadn’t get to know them either because neither one of them seemed to be that interested in bonding. It was quite surprising since this was The White Knights team, but Lelah wasn’t going to bother with talking about it either.

“Well,” Lelah got quiet, she didn’t want to talk to the woman any more than this. She didn’t like her. There was no meaning in getting to know someone like her, so she just clasped her hands together before smiling again, “I don’t think I have anything more to add to this conversation so I’m going to excuse myself.” Just as she ended the sentence she turned around and walked to the other side of the room, as far away from the heavy aura as possible. Since no one had said she had to start training for tomorrow again she took it as an opportunity to continue her break, in lack of anything else to do she took out her tarot cards from the inner pocket and started to shuffle half of them.

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Kadir noticed, things were... awkward, well to say the least. There was not at all any warm association between the two, but it was not like Kadir was expecting them to automatically become best friends for life, or any of that nonsense. However Kadir as also not expecting them to be so quiet either. Perhaps Lelah knew of the business Lucy involved herself with, and it was not pretty nor sometimes clean.

Kadir turned to Lucy as Lelah walked off on her own, "Well, I have to get back to preparing her for tomorrow's match. I guess you will be in the garage, yes? Good, I'm sure Eight's fine with your company, well after all he is a robot, I don't think they have much say on most anything, nor feeling." And with that Kadir followed Lelah's trail, sure she technically did not get a break, and now he was going to toss her back into training, but Kadir knew, or at least sense, it was for her own good. Kadir could not allow himself to watch another, he was responsible for die. And it took no genius to theorize that there was no room for mercy on Apollo's team.

Kadir approached Lelah, analyzing the cards in her hands as she shuffled the deck. Tarot cards, Kadir did not know much about them besides that they were some type of foolish witchery that supposedly determined one's fate. But though Kadir had a lack of interest in the topic, he wanted to know a way he could bring her attention back to training without sounding rude and as if he didn't care about her hobby. Though he was aware that the majority of fortunetellers were actually con artist. Kadir would not know if Lelah was one of them, because he did just meet her the day before. And though he met her a day before, he still cared about her, or he would have not recruited her on his team in the first place. Kadir was sure if he did not accept her, that she would not have the proper training of a gladiator, but still continue to fight. Kadir would not know how to live with himself if he walked away from someone he could of guided out of death's hand.

"Um, Lelah, those cards... have pretty um... pictures," Kadir was trying to be nice, as he always did, he was just a pretty positive man. "But, Lelah," he sighed while starting, "I don't want to interrupt your fun, but it is really important that you get enough training for tomorrow's match."

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"Y-yeah... Sure... I will keep that in mind."

"Maybe it will make sense to you one day," Kadir responded. "But for now, I'm going to get some ice-cream. Wish you best of luck, well actually I don't believe in luck. Um, but I know you are going to make me proud."

The day of the match arrived Kadir was in an elevator with Lelah, he was going to walk her there to the room before the actually arena, his face was clearly wounded with the attacked he ordered for himself. Kadir had a point, in order to show her the brutalities of fighting in cold blood, he used himself as the target. But there was lie Kadir also had did it to punish himself, he felt like he deserved it, however he was not willing to let Lelah know that ugly truth.

When Kadir and Lelah arrived to the room, Kadir, put a hand on her shoulder, "You're going to do great out there." He had hoped, but it was not only hope, he believed, he trusted Lelah, and knew that he trained her as well as he could, for Kadir would never wish failure for her, because that would result in her death. Kadir has no idea what he would do then if he was responsible for Lelah's death. "See you on flipside, Lelah." Kadir then had to leave and be escorted out to a reserved section in audience with his team the same was for Apollo's team, well, they had nicer seats a VIP box.

Kadir was sitting next to Eight and Lucy, but he didn't say anything, not for a while because he was nervous and it was extremely obvious of that. But he figured if he would say something then maybe he could lighten up his mood, "So... You guys excited to see Lelah win?" He tried his best to speak optimistically, but the truth was that the sooner the actually match started, the sooner he feared for Lelah's life.



Beatrix Phoenix


As Beatrix was panicking she heard Rook say, "Why wouldn't we be here? What kind of people would we be if we just left you there. We're teammates after all." Teammates that was hard for Beatrix to process, especially against a hospitable bed with the potential of being crippled. If she was healthy, in her natural habitat, Beatrix would automatically disagree, but she wasn't. Instead, it seemed when Ericka had broken Beatrix's spine, so did the walls that surrounded her closed mind had been shattered. She turned her head from looking down at her legs, to Rook. "T-teammates?" she questioned the word, as if she had no definition to the word, it seemed unrecognizable to her, but above that confusing, also. Beatrix also did not understand what he meant by we, that word is plural, was he talking about him and Damian, or him and the rest of the team, because Beatrix could not find either answer believable.

"What do you--" And as Beatrix was going to ask him what he meant, she was interrupted with the door opening. First came in the doctor with his tablet in his hands and his googles pressed above his eyes. But then came in none other than Bentley Baldwin, the man's face looked harrowing, the visage of a nightmare. Beatrix always believed her mother married the man for his money, for there was not an ounce of charm in his face. But it was not only his face that gave him the appearance of creature so sinister, it was the way he carried himself. For as he would click his heeled leathery shoes he when walking carried a cane, and it was not used just for walking. He was an immensely tall man, slender also, like a walking skeleton, Beatrix has considered that she could beat him if he was on his own, but Bentley never went without his top of the class fighter bots.

"Gentlemen...," Bentley spoke with an eerie tone, one Beatrix was so familiar with, anyone would be, he had such a distinct voice. "Please, you must excuse us, me and Beatrix need a little chat." From then Damian and Rook was kicked out from the room, Beatrix left to endure her step-father. As soon as the two men left Bentley clicked his tongue signally for one his bots to execute his commands. The robot put two firm grasps onto Beatrix's shoulder, jerking her out of the bed and hoisting her up, lifted off the ground, bounded body to face Bentley.

"Funny you had friends, what did you somehow pay them to accompany you, believing that with their presence you could avoid mine? Or are they making you think they actually care about you? Because if that's the case, I'll sign you with some mental health therapy, and don't worry, I can be the one operating the sessions." Bentley turned away from Beatrix. "But do you know what I find not quite as hilarious, you know, it doesn't quite tickle my funny bone. Maybe the humor's just not my cup of tea or maybe--" And right at that moment Bentley whipped around with the metal ball against his cane rammed against Beatrix's jaw, busting a tooth out, she coughed with blood sinking out. "You're making me look like the clown! I will not be seen as the fool! And whether you like it or not, you represent everything I have invested in. And I will not let you throw it all away!" Bentley would continue to lose himself in striking Beatrix against the face if the scars and sores would not remain afterwards. He knew he should have not struck her to the lip already, would not want to let the public know what he does to her, no Bentley wanted to be seen differently than from the slavers, though he practically was one himself.

"And you know Beatrix another thing that pisses me off. Do you know how unique it is for you, a blind woman, to never bear cybernetics for any injury or disability. But now with your crippled legs, I have no choice but to fix that. Soon enough Lily will take your spot, perhaps she will not prove to be quite the bloody dunce as you are."

Beatrix has been quiet the entire time, fearing anymore pain and torment to come, but with mention Lily, Beatrix had to speak, "B-But that's not the deal," she said with worry. "As long as I fight, and she doesn't have to."

"Oh, that was the plan, but guess what-- plan's changed," Bentley responded. "Her training starts tomorrow, because if you die, I need another gladiator to be cushion so I don't fall into bankruptcy. Speaking of your death, some might find it a miracle that the Godhand didn't kill you, but in reality, she screwed you harder than any other opponent faced. You know why?" Bentley started to walk off, but paused. And before he said anything the doctor wrapped a muzzle around her mouth to muffle the screams to come. "Because of this." And with that the bot holding Beatrix elevated her body so that the broken bones in the spine would align and finally the robot snapped it back in place with Beatrix feeling it all, and as soon as that happened the bot dropped her.

Beatrix screamed madly, crying with the electrifying pain stitched to her spine, and it was at these moments that Beatrix twisted into bitterness of despair.

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The short conversation that transpired nearly tugged the humanity out of Damian, nearly. She revealed to him and Rook that she couldn't feel her legs anymore which reminded him of his own plight but he wouldn't show it. They were still on Apollo's territory which meant that every interaction, whether it was on or off the arena, was a battle. It was a pity that she'd been so reckless. She was already at a disadvantage due to her blindness; her inability to use her legs would only make things worse. He had a feeling that she would refuse any sort of cybernetic armaments due to her own pride, but Apollo wouldn't be so principled.

"Why wouldn't we be here? What kind of people would we be if we just left you there. We're teammates after all."

Ah yes, that was right. They were teammates so Palmer (rookie that he was) felt it necessary to stick around. Damian wanted to open his mouth to say something else, but the arrival of Bently Baldwin meant he needed to quiet. Much as Damian cringed at the sight of the man, Baldwin's sphere of influence outweighed his own so defiance would only get him killed. He decided instead to slip out of the room and go back to his personal garage where he would work for the rest of the day.

Some time later he entered the gym, his limbs refreshed and ready for some training.


Lucille "Lucy" Archer





The training that she performed for the next few hours was nothing compared to what Lelah Piaget went through, or at least that's what she assumed going into the elevator. It was clear that neither woman enjoyed the presence of the other, but they both enjoyed winning. She honestly wasn't sure what Lelah's deal was (presumably "the stars" or something equally stupid) but Lucy knew that she wasn't the most socially adept.

Her agent booked her for three online interviews and a television spot, but she cancelled two of the voice calls and only barely dressed for the live interview. It was meant to hype up the match and "unravel" some of the mystery behind the enigmatic "Lightning Lucy", but with her mixture of curt replies and interviewer's lack of experience dead air filled the stage. At best she attempted to expand on her feelings regarding her opponents but they decided to cut the show short.

Fine by me. It's more time to train.

On the day of the match, she stood silent and emotionless with only her boomerang to keep her company. While the Knight's team stood beside her she didn't feel much in the way of camaraderie so she merely gave a shrug when Kadir attempted conversation.

"I've got five hundred dollars riding on our team since I know we'll win," she smirked.

What she left out was that she also had five hundred on Lelah losing the first match.

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"I've got five hundred dollars riding on our team since I know we'll win," he heard Lucy say to which Kadir responded, “Yeah, I’ve laid my bets down also, one thousand on Lelah.” It was go big or go home for Kadir, well and also because he needed something to pay for his drugs. Luckily that has been kept a secret so far. However he has always feared the first person to discover his dark secret with Lucy, he believes she has associated with the smuggling business.

But even if she did find out Kadir hoped that she would never tell anyone or worse making money off of it by selling the secret. Though it sad to say that Kadir did not entirely trust her, because he knew there was one thing that Lucy loved and it was money.

However right now, he was not extremely worried about his drug use being discovered, but rather that Lelah will win the match, and though Kadir did not know Lelah’s opponent, he knew enough to say that the kid was on Apollo’s team. Thus her defeat would result in death, and that was one thing Kadir did not believe he had the mental ability to bear again.

Kadir turned to his robotic teammate, “What about you Eight, how do you think Lelah is going to do? What do you estimate?”



Beatrix Phoenix


It was an earlier morning when Beatrix rode out on her wheelchair, which was quite degrading for her. A wheelchair, she felt like some kind of handicap, a weakling to be even harsher. But the reason why she went out at such an earlier hour, was so that no one would spot her looking so pathetically. But she was still going to force herself to fight, hoping that she could proof to Bentley that she was able to still duel, and perhaps he would back off of Lily.

Beatrix arrived to the gym, luckily no one was there. Well, not until she heard footsteps to where she scrambled as far as she could to the back of the gym into a room used for yoga exercises and stretching practices. By the sound of the footsteps she could tell it was someone with cybernetics, and she already knew it had to be because Rook was competing in his match, and he was the only one with no augmentations. But by listening even more she could tell it was Ericka, how could she forget the sound of her due to the encounter the day before?

But as far as Beatrix knew, she was going to stay far away from Ericka as possible. It would be a lie if Beatrix said she did not have any thread of fear from Ericka. But some fear was good, it kept her from doing something stupid again. Beatrix figured she needed to start practicing to walk. She felt like toddler learning its first step, but she was a grown woman, so it felt even more embarrassing. Beatrix stepped out from her wheelchair with one foot, and then the other. She tried her best keeping her balance, but it felt so unnatural to her. She was doing okay until she heard another enter the gym from a distance to where she collapsed in surprised.

It was another with cybernetics, thus she assumed it was Damian. Beatrix then discovered that neither of them went to watch Rook fight, so much for team. But Beatrix did not hate Rook, so that was a good thing, but she did even find a delight in him, which was quite rare. However it was because he cared about her though she insulted him matters before. So if she was well, Beatrix would have gone to watch. But now, she could not even carry herself off from the ground, she struggled to pull herself up, but could not. If only she could stand.