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Xinder Ouquid

"I am going to have to get used to fearing death."

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a character in “The Rend”, as played by unseenshadow2

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Full Name:
Xinder Ouquid

Nicknames/Aliases:
X, Xin, Quid, Scar, TankFace, Four-Eyes

Age:
Mind: 2053 Years
Body: 6 Months Since Release from the Tube

Gender:
Male

Species:
Original: Human
Current: Alphadine Warflesh Model 3-R

Original Canon:

In the distant future of 5051 man has found out how to transcend a single body. While any particular mind can only handle one body at a time, the bodies can be set up in such a way that when the user dies they go to said body. This was in combination with the discovery of matter printers. Humans now hold the power to create anything they want as long as the have enough matter.

Even with this new found ability to have anything they wanted, man still found reasons to wage war. The corporations that once provided basic goods died with weapons manufactures and other tech companies taking rise with proprietary tech that simply couldn't be produced when you didn't know the plans to make it form. This and raw space soon became man's items of value.

Seeking to expand their influence, the governments formed to server the Corporations' will fought for nearly every livable planet they could, and even some that weren't. However, land wasn't the only thing that these governments would fight for. Technology brought in a new age of espionage and warfare as armies would clash over new firing systems, vehicle engines, spaceship tech, or armor systems.

The most recent battle was over the planet PI-5513. The war being waged was between the local government, Alphadine Systems Inc., and Mad Catz, with millions of soldiers being sent in to destroy the others every day. As of the last known state of PI-5513, it was at a point where Alphadine was pushing the Mad Catz outpost border.

Description:

Xin's armor matches the picture above, excepting that it also bears the Alphadine logo on the chest. Without his armor, Xin is a pale white humaniod figure with two silver eyes, a crumpled nose, ear-slots, a mouth, and no hair. His body's build is like that of larger athlete, standing in at 6 and a half feet tall that is covered in pure muscle. The skin of this body is also in near perfect condition not yet having had time to develop scars and shows no signs of aging beyond 20 years of age.

Personality:

2000 years of killing and dying has not done well for Xin's psyche. While most people would feel guilt for everything done over these 2000 years, Xin couldn't care less. His cold exterior reflects his views of what people truly are. To Xin, it is only the mind that is important and the rest of a person is an expendable tool worthy only to fulfill a purpose and die. Even when someone is bound to only a single body, Xin has no qualms about killing them if it furthers his goals.

His coldness is further increased by his seeming inability to get angry, which leads to his constant methodicalness. That isn't to say that Xin can't be brought to rage, but unless you know his triggers it can seem like an impossible feat. The triggers include: Certain battles that just piss Xin off, his father's drunk ass, 3 specific COs that Xin has killed multiple times each, and the fact that his current body lacks procreative organs.

When he is angered, Xin can take days to simmer down if he doesn't take his anger out on something living. During this time he will gladly strangle anyone who doesn't agree with him and/or just shoot what is pissing him off. Angry Xin also enjoys napalm and the joys that come from dumping it over populated areas.

Skills/Powers:

  • Alphadine Warflesh Model 3-R - The Warflesh series of shells was designed to do one thing, wage war. Made with no other intents than to kill and survive the Model 3 is the most used model in production and offers exceptional strength and endurance as well as a strong immune system and poison resistance. The Version R is the recon version and offers a maintainable run at 11 miles per hour and can sprint at 25 miles per hour for 2 minutes straight while carrying a 200 pound load. The recon model can also operate on half the food and air of a normal human and has a second heart.
  • Alphadine Bolt Rifle AR-53R - The recon version of the standard Bolt Rifle AR-53, the 53R is capable of alternating between physical and plasma bolts and maintaining a fully-automatic fire rate of 150 rounds per minute. The rifle operates off of an internal Raw Mass supply that is good for 500 rounds and takes 12 seconds to refuel from the suits internal supply. The weapon aims with a Smart Sights system that can reform between iron sight, 2x-4x holographic sight, and a 6x-12x scope.
  • Alphadine Side Slugger Pistol P-12 - About the size of a M-1911, the P-12 offers the ability to be quickly drawn and fired. Operating at up to 300 rounds per minute of sustained fire, the P-12 only holds 100 rounds of fire and takes 6 seconds to refill the internal Raw Mass supply. It only fires solid slugs and has a range of 200 yards.
  • CZek Corporation Plasma Knife Model 7 - The Model 7 plasma knife, when inactivate, is little more than a hilt with Raw Mass in it. Once activated, a blade of thermal plasma forms, from 6 inches to 4 feet at the users discretion, and can remain active for an hour before needing a 4 second recharge of Raw Matter.
  • Hand-Forged Combat Knife - Made because of the idea that "You should always have a knife that doesn't run out of ammo," this combat knife is formed of a light-weight, but durable, titanium alloy and is sharp enough to slice a single hair. It is a 8 inch blade.
  • Alphadine Recon Armor 8 - The RA-8 armor system is made up of basic ballistic fiber surrounding a non-physical barriers system. It also offers a Raw Matter storage of up to 100 pounds and the ability to reconstruct air. It offers protection against thermal energy below 3000 degrees, lack of and hostile atmospheres, physical strikes, and allows the suit to be submerged up to 300 feet deep. Holding off thermal energy exceeding 150 degrees Ferlinghetti or physical strikes faster than a punch burns away at the internal fuel supply.
  • 4-Eyes' Helmet - His most well known namesake, Xin made this helmet himself. It offers basic ballistic protection when the barriers run out of power, is sealed and connects to his armor's air supply, allows for the use of thermal, low-light, and normal vision, and includes a basic motion tracker that detects any motion within 30 feet provided that no physical objects between the helmet and object in question. It also has a full comms suit with a broadcast range of 500 miles.
  • Mobile Matter Printer - A mobile matter print that expands to a 4 foot cube, it is capable of constructing (give the proper blueprints) or deconstructing (directly into pure mass) any object of lesser size . The printer can't record new blueprints. It can process 30 pounds of matter every minute. It can recharge any item with Raw Mass. When in storage mode it becomes a 3 inch cube.
  • 2000 Year Soldier - Xin has been fighting since the day he was born. Space-ship fuel. Organic medicines. Technology. Living space. Xin has fought for it all in his lifetime. He is more than capable with his knife and pistol, but his rifle is his main area of focus.
  • 1000 Year Engineer - Having learned engineering after having enough of others not being able to upkeep his equipment, Xin is now more than capable of rebuilding and repairing any piece of equipment that he brings to the field. He is also familiar with working on vehicles and computers.

Weaknesses:

  • Maintenance Cycles - As amazing as Xin's technology is, it is not infallible. When just operating normally it requires at least an hour a day of maintenance. While this can be skipped for a few days, when it is the tech will become increasingly unreliable until it breaks. Xin has to be out of his armor while maintaining everything.
  • Hungry Machines - While all of his equipment runs off of Raw Mass and he is able to produce mass, when the mass runs out only two items operate fully. His hand-forged knife and the matter printer.
  • Trans Tech Recklessness - Xin is used to being able to die without any serious repercussions. This leads him to occasionally try tactics and fights that he knows will kill him, as he forgets that he only has one body here occasionally.
  • Poor Survivalist - When unable to operate his matter printer, Xin is unfamiliar with gathering food, water, and medicine.
  • Fight Lightning With Lightning - While the armor's barriers can last a good while, electricity drains the shields faster than other types of damage and can increase the speed at which they decay.

Brief History:

P-2022 was a fairly quiet place, being the homeworld of Alphadine. This is where Xin was born the child of an executive with a drinking problem and an assembler with no respect for herself. Neither of them was expecting the ball of will and stubbornness of Xin, which was strong enough that he was six he refused to leg go of a toy despite his father beating him for nearly 3 hours straight. His family life was about as much fun as walking through a rose bush and his hate of his parents quickly showed of it.

When he grew to be 16, Xin quickly signed up to join the Alphadine military. On his first day they gave him a body that precursored the Warflesh series and a pistol to practice with. Seeing the opportunity, Xin returned home and shot both of his parents before killing both of their backups as well. After he was done at his house, Xin went to the bar with his training squad, returning back to the barracks when they were sufficiently drunk.

Xin quickly showed great potential in the military. He followed every order without any other question than "Is there a more efficient way to do this?" After 50 years of service he was entered into the Space Marines Division, raiding enemy ships for nearly 600 years. When Alphadine needed more heads in the recon division, he was one of the first to be chosen.

Being the tip of the spear excited Xin. The first on a planet, breaking the great walls before they had little more than a ship and a few basic backups. His normal strategy during attacks was to get behind the enemy and cause chaos behind their line before sneaking off to another point and causing more chaos. This tactic won thousands of battles over the past 1500 or so years, cementing Xin's place as the leader of Recon Division ground operations of whatever planet he happened to be on.

So begins...

Xinder Ouquid's Story

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Character Portrait: Adira Hasidare Character Portrait: Ezenvare Queem Character Portrait: Xinder Ouquid Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Oliver Valentine Character Portrait: Khojin Malqir Character Portrait: John gray Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Ashial Grim
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Stride had long gotten used to waking up on floors. She had learned shortly after becoming a member of SCION that it was part of the job description, as was the occasional broken bone, poisoning, voodoo mind control, and nice coats of blood on your clothes- whether yours or someone else’s, it really didn’t matter much at the end of the day.

Waking up in the center of an arena underneath the blistering sun, however? Well, it was certainly new, although Stride would be lying if she said she was particularly pleased about this turn of events.

Groaning, the hybrid attempted to lift herself off the ground, only to slip on the polished tile beneath and collapse back onto the floor. A long string of curses left her lips not long after, particularly some choice words on how the brightly colored mosaic was a “fucking motherfucking son of a bitch”, and a thoughtful contemplation on “what the hell is this shit”. After a few moments, Stride once again attempted to lift herself, and successfully managed to pull herself into a sitting position. She merely sat there for a few moments, taking a moment to ascertain that her goggles and mask were indeed affixed to her face before suddenly grabbing her head in both hands, hissing under her breath. Her head was killing her…

It didn’t take long for her to recall what had happened in the darkness some time before, and less time to bring to mind what Mr. “Let me just kidnap you then give a half-assed explanation of what’s going on” had said specifically. “They”- almost unconsciously, Stride’s gaze swept the arena floor, taking in the various figure laid out neatly on the ground around her- were all stuck in “his world”...In another time, she may have rejected the notion of this being reality. Clung to a belief of her merely having some trippy, drug-induced dream in the middle of the medical ward. However, it took little more than sinking her own fangs into the soft stuff of her palm to brush away the thought, and send her assessing her surroundings once more. After all, when one worked with the monsters that went bump in the night, one tended to have a more open mind about things.

And open minds were the key to survival in these kinds of situations.

While Stride had not given too careful a look at her surroundings during her first rounds, it took only a few more to realize some...details she had missed. Essential details, most likely, but it was better late noticing these things than never, she supposed.

One, there were several duffle bags scattered about the arena, one of which being a dark green thing placed before her little “area”. Atop the rich material read a small slip of paper reading “To Stride”.

Second, quite a few of the others sharing the space with her didn’t appear to be exactly human; she could easily spot a few tails on some from here, wings there, and even some that resembled creatures from the zoo over any humanoid she had ever come across.

Third, lying close by was a very familiar vampire, curled on his side with knees tucked into his chest. Above him was a fairly large umbrella, and, as Stride had expected, another duffle bag bearing his name had been placed a few feet before him, too. While he wasn’t the prime choice of coworkers that could have been dragged in along with her, he was still better than others, and, even then, she couldn’t exactly leave him there. Rising to her feet- and momentarily stumbling as the blood flow returned to her legs- Stride slung her own duffle bag over her shoulder and took the few steps to reach her coworker.

After moving into the shade offered by the umbrella, the fighter lowered herself to the ground, letting the bag fall to the side as she assessed the other. Out cold, just like she was...Not knowing the exact protocol of waking up a sleeping vampire, Stride reached out and began to shake his shoulders, giving a slight grumble upon seeing no immediate effect.

“Hey, Mad, rise n’ shine. Time for beauty rest or whatever’s up already, yeah? Get up.” More shaking, eliciting a soft muttering from Lovette. Spurred on by having at least some response, Stride continued to push him back and forth, eventually rolling him onto his back with a bit of a harder shove than intended. However, it did the job, and soon enough black eyes had fluttered open to peer up at her.

“Well,” Madison began, pushing himself up with ease (something that caused a twinge of annoyance in Stride) and glancing about. “I suppose that we’re not at the base anymore, then?”

“The fuck do you think?” The half-breed drawled in response.

Before they could speak at further length, the researcher of the two suddenly perked up, rapidly turning his head to glance about before settling on no one in particular.

The others would be joining them soon, it seemed.

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Character Portrait: Adira Hasidare Character Portrait: Ezenvare Queem Character Portrait: Xinder Ouquid Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: John gray Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Ashial Grim
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Adira Hasidare


Darkness. She remembered darkness and... a voice. The voice had greeted her- no, a group she was a part of though she'd not actually seen anyone. She'd not seen anything. There'd just been darkness, and a voice. Adira felt that perhaps she ought to be angry or confused. Where was she? What did the voice mean when it said 'taken'? But she couldn't even feel her own limbs in that unravelling darkness, much less anger. Although she was able to feel alarm. She wasn't in her world but in a world called The Rend? What insanity was this voice saying? Unable to speak, Adira could only listen in horror as the voice bid them all farewell and she suddenly felt herself falling.

It was from darkness Adira finally awoke. She was laying on her stomach, her face pressed against the sandy ground of what seemed to be an arena. As her eyes took in the landscape, her mind began racing. Where was she? Had she been taken hostage? The last thing she could recall, before the darkness and the voice, was walking beside Fell in search of shelter for the night. As Fell came to mind Adira sat up suddenly, alarmed. Her head was throbbing in protest, but she ignored this pain. "Fell?" Her question was answered by a puff of air on the back of her neck and she looked up from her sitting-up position to see her faithful companion standing over her protectively. She was still wearing all of her riding armor, except for her helmet which seemed to have fallen off when she collapsed (though she quickly picked it up again, holding it under one arm). He made a soft, crooning sound and nudged her shoulder, drawing a smile from her as she reached up to stroke his muzzle. "I'm alright. Are you?" Fell huffed again reassuringly, then looked up from where she lay to just beyond her and growled softly.

Adira looked up in the direction he was growling and first saw that there was a large bag with her name - Adira - embroidered on it. The second thing she noticed was that she was not alone; there were a handful of others either standing or laying in the sands a short distance from her. Was this some kind of gladiator's arena? Was she to fight these people? Narrowing her eyes she got to her feet, one hand on Fell's side while her other hand moved to grasp Stenr-Jierda's hilt.

Adira's eyes went wide. The sword was gone! Frantically checking her pouch and belt she found that all of her weapons were missing! Turning to Fell she patting his saddle bags and felt nothing. Everything was gone; her bow, arrows, throwing knives... The only thing that seemed to have been left by the thief was the armor she worn. Fell crooned softly, also confused and somewhat uneasy, but she stroked his side comfortingly. "It's okay bud, it's not your fault. Somehow someone managed to sneak all of our supplies out, probably while we were in that accursed darkness." Turning to the others Adira tried to figure out what she could use to defend herself, however the others who'd just awoken seemed as confused as she was. As her eyes traveled from form to form, she took notes of all of her fellow captives / possible opponents. There were many.

Her attention first went to the two figures who seemed to be awake. They where the most normal looking by comparison (but that was a stretch). There was a woman whose hair was as white as snow who gently shook the shoulders of the second figure who was laying under an umbrella. Though Adira could not immediately tell the gender of the second figure, Fell indicated that it was male - and that he smelled of death. Not of murder, but of death itself. The two spoke to each other for a moment before looking up at the rest of the strange looking forms that were starting to stir, and Adira did the same.

The first one she noticed was a woman with large black wings and the second was a man, also with wings (those these were more similar to those of bats). Both of these wings people were still laying upon the ground, unconscious.

The one who'd she'd been laying nearest to (before Fell, judging by the marks in the sand, had dragged her a short distance away from them all) was a creature that Adira would not call human for, though it stood upright and walked with a staff, it appeared to be a strange hybrid between a dragon and a man. He picked up his own bag and walked over to the other two conscious, uh, people.

While wondering how this was possible, her attention was drawn away by another inhuman figure. This one was more distinctly man but... he did not have flesh? His face seemed to be of flesh, in place of flesh for his body he seemed to have metals and light flowing through him. She did not understand, and this made her feel rather uneasy - what kind of thing was this? What magic allowed him to live and move without flesh? There was another who looked similar to the metal-man, but Adira could see that he was merely wearing the metal armor rather than the other way around.

The last unconscious figures lay somewhat close to each other. One of them was dressed entirely in black, and upon his head seemed to be the white polished skull of a wolf or some kind of canine. The other had magenta hair and small black horns as well as gray skin (though she appeared to be perfectly healthy), and Adira could see that not only were her eyes yellow but her teeth were sharpened. This one reminded her keenly of the savage orc tribes that lives in the mountains, however her skin had scales as well as a tail with a pointed tip.

Looking between them all, and then at the bag with her name on it, she had this sense of unease. A warrior never admitted fear, but one would be more a fool than a warrior if they claimed to be totally without it. As much as Adira loathed to admit it, she appeared to be outnumbered and outmatched. How could she hope to compare to a orc/demon, some kind of metal-magic-man, an second metal-man (minus the magic), a dragon/human hybrid, an undead, skull-face, a white-woman and two winged foes? Still, if there wasn't a battle planned, she'd rather not start one. Fell seemed to be in agreement, walking close behind Adira while keeping his head low to the ground in a non-threatening position (similarly to how a canine might), and they both moved slowly moved towards Adira's designated bag which rested beside herself and the small group of conscious humanoids.

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You have to be fucking kidding me. Thought Xin as he looked into the blackness of his helmet. He could feel the new ground beneath him and took it as a sign that he had landed where the begin that was obviously new to "Godhood" decided to drop him off now. With the next few moments of his consciousness Xin stealthily moved his right arm to the switch that caused the generator in his armor to restart.

First to appear in the holographic screen in the helmet was his Raw Mass levels, which were full, then the external temperature, humidity, and wind. Within the end of the second the full screen flicked on as the four blue lights on the outside of his helmet lit up. Great, a god with a fashion sense. Thought Xin as he looked at the colorful ground. Within a moment he found and picked up his trusty rifle.

Rolling over onto his back, Xin took a quick look around with his rifle's safety off. After deciding that nothing was currently trying to kill him he stood up and stretched out. Inter-reality travel wasn't always the most comfortable thing and the good stretch dekinked the Warflesh he was currently in. Uncomfortable but effective, standard military tech.

Looking at the ground once again, Xin spotted the duffle bag at his feet. Quickly he opened it up, finding a couple food bricks, his knives, his pistol, and his matter printer. All stuff that was his. This caused him to go on alert momentarily as he patted down his body and realized that he had managed to get his rifle out of the bag while he was sleeping.

Already grouped together was two women and some kind of lizard man who was barely wearing pants. And I have to deal with beast with no understanding of modesty. Xin could hardly think of ways to make this day go any better. Taking a quick sigh, he began moving to circle the group, his rifle out in case any of them got some bright ideas.

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Finding himself surrounded by darkness and feeling confused and a bit frightened was no different to how he felt back in his own world. This familiar setting wasn't a very nice one but he couldn't do anything but get used to it by now. His wolf skull mask, shrouded around the sides and at the back in black wolf fur remained on his head as he looked around, hoping to find something other than emptiness. An unfamiliar voice filled his ears; they didn't speak with a very confident tone, they sounded uncertain of their own words which was a bit alarming considering the things he was saying. Where the voice was coming from was unknown but at least they didn't sound too stern or threatening.

The brief introduction from, Rend was it? Yeah, that guy; gave little to no information on what was important and what someone would like to know. Oli started questioning in his mind; why me? What for? What now? Did I do something wrong? Am I going to die? Am I dead?! In a bit of a panic, Oli seemed too convinced that he had died until his consciousness was suddenly taken away from him.

While others around Oliver's current location were starting to wake up and see one another, Oli lay there, in the hot sun, burning. And if he didn't wake up soon he probably would die. His body temperature started to rise as the sun continued to glare down at him until the intense heat (intense for him anyway) forced him to wake up. "Ah!" Oliver exclaimed in pain as he suddenly sat up, then jumped up onto his bare feet, only to realise he was standing on a pretty hot ground; very beautiful, but hot. "Hot! Hot! Hot!" The man repeated to himself out loud, not realising he had company. Lucky his mask was still on. Oli had to continuously alternate which foot would take the heat at a fairly fast pace. Hopping on one then the other. This exercise would only become redundant however and make him more hot.

Looking around frantically for shade, his heart suddenly skipped a beat as he finally noticed the others. Feeling quite nervous and uneasy now, he found himself in a rather tight situation. But avoiding being burned alive seemed more important right now. The will to survive overcoming the fear of strangers forced him to rush over to the girl who was shaded by the umbrella with another. (Oli is convinced that Mad is a female). Not even noticing his own little bag, leaving it behind, he halted in front of the two, still jogging on the spot with his bare feet, long black loincloth (which covered a lot more than people might imagine). The bottom half of his toned, torso was bare, while his chest was shrouded in black cloth which draped down from his head piece made of wolf fur and skull. He simply pointed at the two and the umbrella before speaking. "I need some form of shade before I burn alive please tell me you are the merciful type." He wasn't speaking to anyone specific, if anyone could save him from burning alive, he'd be mighty grateful. He was prepared to take the umbrella with force if he had to but he hoped he'd never need to resort to violence. He hadn't even taken note of the extraordinary looking people around him yet. When his life wasn't on the line, he'd continue to freak out over the species he had never even thought of better yet known to exist.

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John slowly, and sluggishly opened up his eyes. His head began to ache, and he found himself wishing that, that too was made of metal. He tried to blink away the fogginess from the back of his mind, and once his head was clear he tried to think about just where the hell he was. All sorts of possibilities flashed through his mind, ranging from a disgruntled, or unpleasant client, to Briar beating the hell out of him so much he was starting to hallucinate. It was then he remembered the voice, that uncertain, disembodied voice, that no doubt came from some God like being. Whoever the hell it was had said that he was no longer in his familiar, and rather comfortable world anymore, but rather was in a different world entirely. Just great. Another run in with a supposedly God like entity.

He wasn't sure why he was brought here to this place.... to the Rend, as it was apparently called. truthfully he didn't know what to expect. John has had more than one encounter with creatures claiming to hold vast amounts of power, and he had learned that these types of entities could be very unpredictable. he'd have to be careful here. He moved to unholster one of his revolvers, though he quickly found he was missing the two at his side. Though he could feel the extra guns still residing in his legs. He gave out a sigh, and slowly began to get up keeping an eye out for danger. Once he was up he took the time to look at his surroundings, it seemed to be an arena of sorts, and there were quite a few unconscious bodies laying around here. More players in whatever game this was undoubtedly. It seemed several people had already woken up. John had no idea if he was supposed to fight these, people, work with them, or hell even ignore them entirely, but at the moment getting to know the people he was stuck with couldn't hurt.

Before he walked up to some of the others however, he noticed a duffel bag not far from him. A duffle bag with his name on it. His eyes widened in surprise. What was in there he thought? John has always tried to be optimistic, so he imagined there being gold or jewels or something of equal value. He wasted no time in opening the bag, the others could wait. Not like they were going anywhere anyway.

The contents were much less expensive than he was hoping for, though really what was inside were essential tools, so he couldn't complain. He was glad to see a decently large stockpile of bullets for his assortment of firearms, and surprisingly enough a medical kit. Well in his case a repair kit, filled with all sorts of tools and equipment he'd need to preform rudimentary repairs and maintenance on his body. Also in the bag were his missing revolvers which he promptly returned to their rightful place, inside the holster on his waist.

He looked back towards the others, and started to move in their direction, with the soun of metal hitting stone clearly announcing his presence. He wasn't sure if he'd have to kill these people later but at the moment it didn't matter. They didn't seem hostile, and were likely just as confused as John himself was. If he had to he'd put a bullet in each of their heads,he would, but for the moment it seemed like going in as a friendly would be the best course of action.

As he got closer it was clear that these people were not exactly normal, not that John had much room to talk. There seemed to be quite a few draconic figures here, with one being what looked like a strange lizard man, the other a boy with leathery dragon like wings, and a rather normal looking girl with some kind of lizard by her side. Another one that caught his eye was a man in metal, for a moment John had assumed that he was another kind of cyborg, but a careful look showed that it was simply an advanced piece of armor. There was also what seemed to be a rather normal looking girl, and a man with an umbrella. Next to them was a strange looking creature with some kind of skull on its head. What an odd bunch. He walked up to them with a friendly smile and waved."Hey there! Looks like we're all stuck here for the moment. Might as well get to know each other for the time being. My name's John by the way, but people back home call me Armory.

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On cue, it seemed that all of the strangers had, one by one, began to wake- starting with one of the more humanoid ones, and only climbing up the ladder of curiosity from there. Both men and creatures alike of draconic appearance; several covered or made up of metal; another masked figure...It certainly was a mixed bag they had so, and it was easy enough to predict that it would only grow stranger as the others awoke.

While others in such a circumstance might have found themselves alarmed, or wary of the various company they kept, one Dr. Lovette remained remarkably composed. He sat placidly beside his coworker, legs tucked beneath his body, hands folded in his lap. By all means, he appeared little more than a mildly confused, if not curious, captive of the games. Even when one of the others awoke- a young woman by the looks of it, with some sort of...dragon? at her side- Madison did little more than watch her for a few moments before greeting her with a raised hand. There was no reason not to show kindness in such a situation, really, especially when one so (seemingly. He had good reason not to assume just yet) young seemed so uneasy. The quickening of her pulse was a clear enough indicator of some distress, and Madison did his best to appear welcoming.

Before the vampire could beckon her over, however, Madison soon noticed that someone else had begun to approach in her stead; one of the more bestial-appearing members of the gathering. Once again, Madison put on an open look, giving the other a warm smile- although, in spite of himself, he couldn’t help but look over the man (or so Madison guessed. Had to assume in certain situations so as to avoid calling people “it”) with obvious intrigue and fascination. He held his tongue, however, waiting as the creature first spoke in some unknown language, and then plain English. Madison visibly brightened as the first comprehensible words left the person’s lips, and was quick to respond in turn.

“Well, hello to you, too,” he said softly, giving a brief nod along with the words. “I’m actually afraid that we’re...well, we’re just as lost as you are, my friend. My coworker and I,” a absentminded gesture in the direction of the aforementioned hybrid, who was currently distracting herself with something else, “were discussing that, actually.” Then, a bit brightly, “But, anyway, I suppose greetings are customary even in situations like this. My name is Madison- and you are?” Of course, the vampire had no idea whether such “how-do-you-do’s” were customary in the being’s culture, but it was always a good thought to extend an olive branch.Courtesy was essential…

Out of the corner of his eye, Madison caught sight of one of the metal-coated ones stalking about with a rifle-

...even when others were a bit less easygoing regarding the circumstances than others.

And, besides, Madison was quite curious about the creature standing before him. While he had seen a few draconic species in research, not once had he met anything like them in person. However, before he could release a flow of questions, his attention was once again pulled back into focus at the sound of yelping. Immediately concerned, he found himself watching a rather...uniquely dressed man rapidly hopping from one foot to the next, gesturing at the little gathering and pleading for shade. In a very brief gesture, Madison’s gaze flicked up- there was an umbrella there that he had not noticed before- before returning to the masked stranger and beaming once again.

“The more the merrier,” he chirped, voice not at all helping with any thoughts on his gender. “Go ahead and come on under; we won’t bite.” At his own words, Madison had to supress a small chuckle, opting to simply pat a space nearby instead of anything that could potentially be deemed suspicious.

The meet-and-greet didn’t seemed to end there, of course; shortly after the words had left his lips, another of the metallic men had suddenly begun to wave and greet them all with great cheer. Not one to be outdone, Madison returned the wave for a moment or two before his hand dropped back into his skirts.

“Hello, Mr. Armory; I’m Madison.” Then, to all who could hear, “I would say it’s nice to meet you all, but I would have preferred our meetings to have been under...different circumstances.” A laugh, soft, gentle.

Composed, composing, composure. It was better to make allies over enemies in such times, or such went his logic.

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While her coworker was more concerned about making allies, Stride had other things on her mind; namely, the fact that at least one of the others was currently armed, and a few others looked a bit too...jumpy for her tastes. Of course, the fighter enjoyed socializing as much as the next person, but when you were surrounding by a mish-mash of people who could very well be trigger-happy, precautions seemed a bit necessary before you sat down and went drinking with your newfound pals.

After brushing her hands against her holsters in what was- hopefully- a casual manner, the woman gave a small scowl upon feeling them empty before pulling her bag into her lap. With any luck, this wouldn’t be like some cheesy chick flick, where it would be empty because “she had found everything she had needed after all!”, or even contain a scrap of paper leading her on a quest to throw the One Ring into lava or some shit like that- and, as luck would have it, the bag did none of those. Instead, Stride was pleased to find her gas mask at the very top of the pile within, which only encouraged her to go deeper.

Beneath the thick material lay several other goods, much to her delight- the first of which being her faithful submachine guns. After ascertaining no one was giving her the stink eye over what she was doing, Stride carefully checked to see if both were loaded before slipping them into their places at her hip. The next item was a basic pair of headphones and an IPod, heating packs, and, even further in, several changes of her clothes- as well as various items from her bathroom.

Alright, whoever this “voice” was, one thing was for certain; he was one creepy motherfucker.

Thankfully, that was the end of the personal items, by the looks of it. As Stride searched the various pockets and crannies of the duffel bag, there was little more left than general basics. Some food packs, water containers, a few knives, a toolkit. In one of the pockets, the hybrid even found basic supplies for cleaning weapons, as well as an undeterminable amount of silver bullets. She picked one from the pile and rolled it between finger and thumb for a few moments, feeling its shape, before letting it drop and closing the bag for the time being. Now that she had properly armed herself, Stride could relax for the time being.

Idly, she looked up, not expecting to see much- only to immediately proved wrong upon seeing a small group already gathered about. Before she gave any recognition of properly seeing them, Stride peered at the trio from behind her goggles, taking them in with an increasing bafflement. All gathered together, they appeared like the punchline to some crappy bar joke. So, Godzilla, the Terminator, and a cultist walk into a bar… Nevertheless, she wasn’t looking to end up getting hacked into tiny fighter bits at the moment, so she did well to hold her tongue; instead looking past the trio for the moment.

Beyond them, it seemed that the cast got even stranger. Several people were already about, and already Stride was feeling a lot more happy about her decision to arm herself; one was already strutting about with a gun like he was doing some sort of video game deal, one kid was visibly flipping his shit over a...whatever the hell that was, and...well, it wasn’t exactly Party Central, to say the very least. Returning her attention to those closest at the moment, Stride rose to her feet, taking a moment to dust off her jacket before squinting at one of the more “friendly” people around.

“Do ya get called Robocop ‘round your parts, too?” She spoke in little more with a drawl, accentuated with what was undeniably some sort of accent- weathered over the years into something new, something hardly distinguishable, but an accent nonetheless. “Or is that somethin’ your friends call ya.” While Madison was trying for a more pacifistic approach by the sound of things, Stride was simply going about in her usual fashion. Granted, it wasn’t exactly the best approach, but an approach to things nonetheless.

A brush of a lock of silver, clearing it away from her goggles for the time being. “Name’s Stride. Guessin’ ya don’t know where the hell we are, either, yeah?” Then, upon noticing the rather obvious panic of one of the close by strangers, added, “Hey, eh, Masky, ya need a lil’ help gettin’ under, there?” Unlike the man, the gorgon was rather enjoying the feel of the heat about her, reaching her through layers of fabric and leather. It warmed her blood, planting energy within her that only added to her current confidence.

One of the double-edged swords of the whole snakey-deal, really.

And speaking of which…

Her eye once again flickered back to the large, reptilian...person-man-thing. She didn’t have much to say to him that Mad hadn’t said, really, but she examined him for a few moments anyway. Briefly, Stride wondered whether Mr. Hiss could breathe fire, before pushing that thought aside for the time being. Of course, while it would be badass, it wasn’t exactly something she wanted to see at the time being.

Maybe later, though.

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Xin continued his circle, closing in on what he had yet to determine whether it was tools or prey. Relaxing slightly, the rifle moved from a near readied state to about half-way down his chest, still pointed somewhat forward. It didn't take long for most of the dangerous looking ones to group together, which would make Xin's life much easier if they tried anything.

There were two ladies that he spotted right away, one nearly unarmed with only an umbrella while the other seemed to be readying some kind of weapons. Pistols most likely, but even pistols could do damage with as close as Xin was likely to get. Gotta kill the masked one first.

Then the dragon looking man. Likely a custom made body like some of the more paranoid folk would have made for them. What Xin could tell from the outside looked like it wasn't built for strength, but nimbility. All the right muscles where toned to suggest quite the wide range of movement as well as a high foot speed. Still, the claws didn't look like something that Xin would want to risk his neck around. I think I should take him out from a range. Maybe while he sleeps if he proves to get in the way.

The dancing man who ran over to the rest of the group with little more than a mask on looked as if he would be easy prey, provided that he would get in the way. The man after him, some kind of cyborg, was a much different story. As Xin got closer he could hear the mention of the word armory, which was usually not a good sign with someone of that level of technology. It didn't look quite as advanced as Xin's underwear, but still dangerous. If something goes wrong, got to let him wear himself down before finishing.

With another quick look around Xin spotted another dragon man, but not quite as dragon as the other one. And this one had wings. A quick look at his expression told Xin that he was planning something, but the wings and direction he was facing suggested that this something had to do with flying. He could be a problem, but doesn't seemed well armed. Hope he stays that way.

Finally his vision landed upon two women and what looked like some kind of lizard dog, probably some gene-modded mutt. The one wasn't anything impressive, but she did have what seemed to be a reliable armament. Pet then owner. As quickly as possible. The other girl was another of those custom body freaks, or maybe some kind of specialized combat body. Either way, she waved around one hell of a sword like it was nothing, which definitely meant something. Got to be careful to stay away from this one.

At the end of it all, Xin felt good about his odds. He obviously outclassed any tech they had, but if they weren't too eager to try to kill him, most seemed like very good cannon fodder. He just had to be careful that none of them came to become reliant on him. When satisfied with his 'recon,' Xin settled in a spot in the group where he could clearly see each member. Standing silently, Xin looked from side to side with his rifle down enough to show he wasn't ready to attack, but high enough that he could kill all of them in a second's notice.

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Khojin shrugged, tossing the hardtack back into the duffle bag. Maybe it could serve in an emergency. She put what she was keeping back into the duffle bag and closed it, moving to toss it back over her shoulder when she was interrupted by Adira shouting. She snapped her head around to see what the Shao was referring to, catching sight of one of the winged Shaos about to take flight.

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She jolted to her feet, unsure why. Her new ally seemed to care, so she figured that was reason enough. She peered skyward, looking for the net she had warned about; sure enough, she managed to glimpse a section of metal wire glint in the sunlight. She bent her knees slightly, prepared to jump if he took off; if she was fast enough, she might be able to catch him mid-ascent.

In the meantime, her eyes shot around the arena, looking for someone or something that might serve to aid this cause. Her eyes settled on the warforged; the other winged Shao occurred as an option, but she wasn't going to risk discovering she was a slow flyer - or worse, that her feathered wings were only for show. As for the warforged... She'd seen Paladin-class warforged in her world fire stunning electrical blasts to incapacitate potential threats. This one might be from a different realm, but she was willing to bet he had a similar capability.

"Oi! Warforged!" she shouted, unsure of how to get one to do anything. The ones she'd seen in action had just kind of... responded when necessary. She pointed at the leather-winged boy nonetheless. "The Shao!"

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Drake had knelt down into position, his wings unfurling in a quick and silent motion, ready to take off when he heard someone calling out to him. He paused to look over, straightening back up, his wings still out. After a moment of consideration, he looked up again, squinting his eyes. Sure enough, she was right. There were, in fact, tiny strands of metal covering the cage. How bothersome…

His wings slowly folded back into resting position as he looked back again now noticing two, soon to be three eyes on him. Shit. So much for staying invisible.

He was admittedly a bit surprised that anyone had bothered to stop him from getting skewered. Drake also came to a realization. He had been in this situation before, alone and in danger. That was when he met people who changed his life, people who cared about his well-being and of which he cared for them in turn. Perhaps…

Perhaps he should try and make some allies.

Taking a breath, the boy meandered his way over to the girl with the overly sized lizard first, opting to go with the one who had stopped him primarily. “Eh, thanks,” he said as he approached, “I think I got a little escape happy… I’m not really fond of cages.” Drake glanced at the dragon-creature out of the side of his eye in hesitance for a moment, not sure how to respond to it. “Um.”

A pause before looking at the girl again. “The name’s Drake,” he offered, “I owe you one.”

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Well, that was pointless. Khojin's ears reddened slightly at the tips, embarrassed by her wasted effort. She cleared her throat quietly, becoming very interested in the painted tiles at her feet. Eager to escape a potentially more humiliating situation, she informed Adira that she'd be back shortly and headed over to the warforged.

She waved slightly as she approached, showing she didn't mean any harm by coming over to him. Was he even capable of responding to her? She still wasn't entirely sure how these things worked.

She crouched in front of him, almost close enough to touch him if she were to extend her arm. She looked him over, tilting her head and bending her torso slightly to see if it was possible to glimpse the inside of his mask through the iridescent green slits.

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"Oi! Warforged!" Shouted one of the cast of characters that Xin was looking over. Oh boy, an early intro to this reality show. Out of all of them that could possibly have bothered him first, it had to be the custom bodied girl, likely focusing on how advanced Xin was. He took a deep breadth before responding.

"What in the hell is a fucking Warforged? Or a Shao?" Asked Xin at a surprisingly normal volume, before pausing a moment in surprise. The voice was what he was expecting, clear and deep in the helmet with a mechanical filter seeming to be applied as he spoke, but the strong ears of the Recon model he was new. Definitely improved since the Warflesh 2-R with its oversensitive ears that made every sound almost painful to hear.

Now the girl was getting way too close and flexing about. I should just put her out of her misery. Just one quick shot. "No, the slits aren't windows to the soul. It's a fucking helmet." Stated Xin as he realized that the girl was looking up at the four 'eyes' of his helmet. The entire time, Xin was keeping his composure and stance. A soldier couldn't afford to let potential enemies to see weakness.

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Sarah teleported into into the arena looking dased. My power must be on the fritz again. She thought. For it was true the more she used her power the more it wore her out and the less stable her abilities were. At this point she had fritzy teleportation and a weak ability of telekinesis, that and a small knife hidden in her sleeve. She had no idea where she was and somewhat of an idea of how she got here. At the moment there was nobody near her. she noticed a person in some sort of dragon person and and another creature. odd. She went to move and teleported over to them where she appeared about five feet from them tripping to the ground, purple energy surrounded her like a small fog trailing behind her, her violet eyes glowed slightly as was an effect from power displacement. she groaned, got up, then looked at the pair. "hi." she coughed slightly, "What is this place?"

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A helmet. So... not a warforged? So there were actually two people here with armor on. Khojin wondered if their own worlds were lacking magitek advanced enough to produce armor spheres, or if they were just weirdos who thought they looked cool. And that other thing he'd mentioned- "What the fuck is a soul?"

She sat back, palms on the ground behind her, eyes gazing at the top of the arena wall. The man she'd taken for warforged didn't seem to like her much. She didn't think she'd done anything to offend him yet, so she brushed it off as him being stressed out from waking in a different world. "Sounds like some weird Shao thing," she mused to herself, letting her duffle bag slip off her shoulder before addressing his own queries.

She considered for a moment, then gestured up and down at her armored companion. "Warforged. Kind of. Without the snippy tone or the apparent sentience. Also the armor is their body," she then gestured over her shoulder at Adira. "Shao. Stubby ears, minimal extremities, breed like wild dogs."

Finally she gestured at herself. "Za Ri. Objectively the best. I'm Khojin," she finished, holding her hand out as one would for a handshake.

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Xin watched as the freak girl sat down and let he bag come off of her shoulder before looking him up and down. She then said somethings that Xin really couldn't understand, not that he was paying that much attention to what she was say. He had to make sure that he kept a close eye on the rest of the people here. One small slip up and one of them might turn and try to use this arena like an actual arena.

A few more moments and she started with the word 'Warforged' getting back Xin's attention. They sounded like some funny name for a warbot, but when she started talking about 'Shao' Xin could only think of one thing that met that description, given the circumstances. "Shao sounds a lot like a different name for a human. And I can tell you right now that your Za Ri are nothing more than another thing to be crushed beneath the feet of real empires. Ones that span stars." Xin said with some level of arrogance within his voice. This zi ri before him was liably some primitive, like one of the many species of natives that had been crushed beneath his boot.

Then there was some massive shadow suddenly covering the group. Turning to its source, Xin didn't break his stance as he stared at the giant chunk of armor. What the hell is that? Some kind of knock off mech? With a subtle turn and a careful step or two back, Xin was back in a position where he could view the entire group, including the silent tower of armor.

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"Well, you're boring," Khojin said, giving a brief, dismissive sigh. "And that's enough elitism for one day. Good-bye."

She popped to her feet, completely disregarding the large, armored figure attempting to loom over all of them. She hooked her leg through the strap of her duffle bag, lifting it up and grabbing it in her hand before slinging it back over her shoulder. She strolled back over to Adira and the winged Shao boy, giving a small nod of recognition to the metal-encased arrival as she passed; the kind of nod one might give to to a fellow gang member, or someone who served in the same branch of the military.

Adira seemed to have been joined by a different Shao girl at one point. This one had silver hair and a black cloak; Khojin brushed off her own coat absentmindedly, polishing the attached armor sphere with her sleeve. "Making friends, I see. Want this?" She dug quickly through her duffle, procuring the package of dried bread rations.

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Oliver was surprised by the female known as Madi's quick response to Oli needing shelter. Although no one could see his facial expressions, he blinked in surprise, then simply replied in a relieved, happy tone. "Many thanks." Noting that he had just been offered to sit somewhere beside the female, he did just that. Whether he was completely covered by the umbrella or not didn't matter, the smallest amount of shelter certainly made a difference. And so, Oli crouched down, almost resembling a bird perched ever so delicately on a branch. Whereas for him he was carefully trying to avoid the sun.

Now that he was safe, (for now), he felt quite uncomfortable. Realising how vulnerable he was he wasn't sure what to do. While most of them seemed quite friendly, he was still very cautious. Everyone was fairly calm considering how no one knew what anyone was capable of. One could only assume. The female known as Stride said something, but Oli wasn't entirely certain if she was speaking to him or not. Turning slightly to see someone possibly beside him she might have been speaking to. Nope, no on there. But perhaps the question was rhetorical. Oli simply gave a nod in reply, feeling too awkward to really talk when he didn't fully understand what would be the best reply. Perhaps he was thinking too much?

Although Oli was curious, he wasn't exactly able to take in everything at once; catching glimpses of random scenes from all around him, growing slightly overwhelmed by all the sudden events. A lizard man, Robocop? A girl with white hair, another with brown hair and; looking out into the distance he first noticed another metal looking man with green glowing slits on his mask thingy. He had seen similar looking people to this man and Robocop in his world, but knew little about them due to waking up in his own world with no memory. Too many conversations going on at once. Oliver stayed crouched quietly trying to take in everything at once. A man with wings, a female with wings too. A strange looking female with horns conversing with winged boy and dragon girl. Sounded like cheap superhero names. Oli had no idea what a dragon was and just by looking at the female's companion, Oli was lost for the right word to call it and simply called it a lizard in his mind. Some random purple themed girl teleported out of no where to the other group followed by a heavily armored man. So many people! Oliver felt sick. Suddenly a woman cursed something loudly, only briefly catching the words fuckers. He watched the fire caused by her rage glow brightly, it was pretty but very alarming. Why were all women pretty but alarming?

Okay, Oliver wasn't going to look at anyone anymore, it just made him more nervous, and the more nervous he grew, the closer he was to doing something stupid. Everyone seemed occupied which was good, no attention on him. He decided to look at the items people had; which honestly didn't help. Nearly everyone had a gun of sort or something threatening. That large sword that Oi noted as a large knife set off alarm bells. He and pointy things did not mix well. Averting his gaze, he noticed everyone had a bag of sorts. He watch Eze break his in attempts to zip it back up, only to pull a bucket of sea water out and devour a fish from with in. Holy cheese sticks. John was kind enough to show him how to use it at least, he seemed friendly too. Wait where was his bag?

Oliver turned his head, looking around the arena floor for a bag without an owner. Until finally his eyes landed on it. Glancing at everyone briefly, hoping everyone was concentrating combustion woman, he decided to retrieve the bag. Remaining under the umbrella, (although it was redundant from the large shadow looming over from the armored man) his hand detached from where clear stitch marks were present around his wrist. Leaving behind a trail of black mist, his hand floated over to his bag, grabbed it, and floated back over to him. Grabbing the bag with his attached hand, allowing the other to reattach itself, he read the note that said his name on it before continuing to open the bag and look within.

Within his bag, he found boots, pants, an ankle length black coat, food and water. That was it. Nothing in the bag was familiar to him but was certainly a lot more than what he had in his world. Madi spoke up asking curiously what everyone's world's were like and such. That was a good question, Oli too was curious about this, only just realising the fact that there was more than just his own world. It made him feel strangely hopeful. Oliver decided to speak. "In my world, I have no idea what it's called, or what the city is called. Or my birthday..." Oliver trailed off for a moment, trying to think of something interesting to say. "Uh actually I don't know anything about my world, I'm not much help sorry. I do know that people use a lot of technology, the city is basically made of technology. I uh... I kind of woke up there without my memory. Wandered around then ended up here." Oliver wasn't usually this talkative, but the group he was currently with strangely gave him a good vibe. "I'm Oiver by the way but you all can call me what ever you want." He spoke out loud to everyone. Then waited to hear of their world's.

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"The gates suddenly closed once again, keeping everyone from leaving before they could escape." Came the omnipreent voice of Rend, and as he said this the gate slammed shut. "Yeah, no way of, uh, tunneling out or anything, or lifting the gates. Nada. Can’t do any weird super speed stuff either- just all stuck there for the time being. Forced to- well- sit tight. And it’s not like you’d even want to leave yet, either!" Adira glared at the gate, mostly because the voice seemed to have no physical form which she would glare at.

"Because there’s...spiders outside the gate! Really massive ones, I’m not kidding- and- and not like the ones the size of your little finger that get in your shower, and you think, “Wow, that’s a pretty big spider” before going ahead and crushing it- no. These ones are...they’re as big as the armored one, and as wide as three people of healthy weight. Yep. And, uh, there’s lava, too! Don’t ask me how the lava isn’t getting in through the grates, but there’s a whole mess of molten rock outside." Moments after Rend said these things Adira would hear the hissing of lava, and Fell started growling as if there were creatures on the other side of the grate. "And the spiders, you ask? Well, they’re also lava-proof! Ha! Bet you didn’t expect that! And there’s...lightning, too! Granted, don’t particularly want to use lightning, but you should know how serious I am about this when I bring in the lightning! I’ll just add in a few goblins, too, for good measure- maybe a few rabid bunnies, a few lava-sharks…"

As Rend went on and it got more noisy outside the gate Adira could feel herself growing aggravated. 'I don't know who the hell this prick is or why he's not letting us leave, but if he's powerful enough to teleport us all here from our own worlds then why the hell wouldn't be be able to summon frickin lava sharks and giant spiders to wait just outside of the gate for us?' sarcasm was dripping from every word in her thoughts, but she pinched the bridge of her nose to try and calm down. "Alright, so much for an escape plan." she muttered to Fell, who grumbled softly, "I guess all we can do at the moment it socialize."

This was definitely an item that sat very low on her list of things-to-do, but it also seemed to be the only option at the moment. But then again Adira was rather peeved at Rend. If his (or it's) intention was to get them to become all buddy-buddy with each other, she was rather inclined not to give him the satisfaction. So instead of walking up to some of the others in the arena, she started rummaging through the bag that'd been provided. Fell however had a different idea.

As Adira reached for the bags he moved away from her, emitting a soft playful growl. "C'mon Fell, let me get into the saddle bags," Adira said, irritated, but Fell had the strange laughter sound again and moved further away. Within moments Adira was sprinting after her companion (who was significantly faster than she) until they came to a halt in front of the Drake and the others. Adira glared at Fell, who wisely avoided her eyes by instead nudging her to look up. Everyone seemed to be staring at this one red headed figure (who as currently on fire, though didn't seem to be dying) and had all taken up defensive stands. Drake looked especially nervous.

"You! What the hell is going on here?! Spit it out you grubby little terrorist or I'll try my very best to make sure that you stay dead this time!" she shouted, pointing accusing at Drake. Forgetting her earlier irritation, Adira stepped in.

"Hey, what the hell is going on here?" Adira said harshly, her hand moving to grasp the hilt of her sword and the spines along Fell's back raised as he growled softly and flashed his teeth. She slipped between the others so that she was now standing between the flaming warrior and her small band of acquaintances (for lack of a better word). Fell moved so he was now standing beside her, and Khojin seemed to be talking to the red-head quietly, probably trying to calm her down. "I don't know who you are or why you're screaming about "Sneaky little Liberty fuckers!", much less what that is supposed to mean." Adira said, her voice cold and defensive, "But maybe it would be wisest to calm down and talk to us, before you go ranting and setting yourself of fire. In case you haven't noticed," Adira's eyes flicked to the others in the arena before returning the the eyes of the red warrior, "you're surrounded by powerful fighters who are equally as confused and on edge as you are. Maybe it would be best you not do anything to upset the delicate balance we have at the moment." Fell gave a soft hiss of agreement as Adira locked eyes with the red-head, watching for any indication she was going to do something stupid.

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Armory stepped back as Eze began to explore the contents of his newly opened bag. The dragon man almost immediately grabbed a a bucket from out of the bag, an greedily began to consume what looked like fish, and water. Great, not only did Eze seem to be a physically powerful dragon creature but it appeared he was some kind of water loving creature. Water. John was not a fan so he stepped back lest the hungry man accidentally got even a drop of water on his sleek metallic frame.

Just then he turned his attention away from Eze back towards Stride, and Madison who had just posed an interesting question. Where did the other come from? He watched the strange mask creature, now dubbed Oliver, who evidently had very little in the way of memory. John then opened his mouth to answer the pale woman's question when several other odd characters made themselves known, and gathered near the girl with the strange lizard, and another female creature that he couldn't place. One of these new figures, was a massive ratehr imposing set of armor, John was not quite sure if anyone was even in the thing. The other newcomer, a girl who seemed to fit many definitions of the word "fiery" who illicited quite a lot of attention from some of the others.

Armory however was not really concerned with her, at least not compared with what happened not too far from the cyborg. Eze had suddenly began creating sparks from his body, an action which illicited an immediate reaction from John as he quickly jumped back from the dragon, his hands making a not very subtle jerk towards his side arms. And now it seemed he could produce lightening. John was rapidly beginning to dislike the man, and he tried to bury the fear that began to rise in the back of his mind. Eze could quite easily kill the cyborg, so he wanted to keep his distance.

It was the the mysterious voice had decided to address the them again. It was clearly a being of great power, though not one of nerve or decisiveness apparently. The being described quite a few obstacles, many of them ranging from dangerous to outright ridiculous. Though nothing beyond the gate frightened John more than the promise of lightning. He made a quick decision that he would not be the first one to step foot outside that gate.

It was at this point the fiery girl had started to cause some kind of commotion with many of the others. A fight seemed to be on the verge of breaking out between the fiery woman, and the girl with the strange pet. John let out a sigh. Maybe they'd kill each other and John would just have less problems to deal with. The notion of a bloody fight breaking out let a small smile come to his lips, and a chuckle escape his mouth."Well looks like some of the others are in the mood for a fight. This could get interesting. He spoke to on one in particular, though it was quiet clear he was looking forward to a fight. He was eager to possibly learn about the combat abilties of some of the other people trapped here.

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Things were escalating quickly since this new woman appeared, and Eze knew that a fight would not be the best thing at the moment. Still in his defensive posture he mental went over everything that he could do. Just clawing one of them would only make things worse. Talking obviously wasn't working. There was no water to throw the woman in to try and cool her down, though Eze doubted just how good of an idea that was. Then one idea that might work came to mind.

Slamming his staff into the ground, he leapt upon it even faster than when he first woke. He was hydrated, hopefully enough to knock one of them out if they retaliated for what he was going to do.

Suddenly the sound of a voice like lightning originated from the half-dragon, the sparking in his mouth seeming to help with it. "No one will fight here so long as I stand!" Boomed his thunderous voice before a massive bolt of light blue shot from his mouth and over those near him. It landed between the would be fighters, kicking up smoke and dust as well as punching a half-foot deep crater into the area it landed. With singed sand and all.

Eze remained balancing on his staff with a single food and his claws obviously at a ready position. If it came to fighting, Eze wouldn't go down without one hell of a fight.

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Xin had been focused on the flaming girl when suddenly some voice that sounded like lightning with words hit his ears like a cannon. Turning to the origin of the sound all that he saw was the bronze colored lizard man with sparks jumping all around his head and mouth. Then something Xin didn't believe could happen did. A perfect bolt of lightning flew from the damn thing's mouth.

Electricity just didn't work like that. It just didn't. It jumped in arks. It followed paths of least resistance. It spread to other things. That was why plasma and slugs were so popular when electricity itself was the best counter to barriers was because they could be controlled and electricity always found a way to disobey.

What was even more surprising was that the landing zone of the bolt didn't just heat up. It fucking exploded. No. No way. There was no water there. Nothing to expand with enough force to do that. When the dust started to settle, Xin spotted singeing along the crater and what looked like some flash formed glass.

Okay, the lizard/dragon man gained some respect. Xin may not have heard what exactly he was shouting about, but a display like that was impressive. Perhaps it was a simpler mind dumped into a body from a place even more advanced than Alphadine, or perhaps it was some natural thing that a whole species adapted. Whatever it was, it was damned impressive. And threatening.

Mixing force and electricity might actually be able to over-power Xin's barriers. While this marked the lizard as a valuable ally, it also made him the priority target of Xin. If that thing were to ever try that with Xin, it would quickly find a fresh bullet right between the eyes.

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Upon seeing that Eze was too preoccupied to notice the gesture, Madison pulled his hand back, folding it neatly against his chest before letting it fall to his side. It seemed that the being was happy, at least, draining the bucket as if it contained the nectar of the gods. And, as far as the researcher was concerned, a happy stranger was a peaceful stranger- and a stranger far more willing to establish familiarity. He paused, dusting off his sleeves, and then turned away to better take into view the youth from earlier, who had now hid himself under the umbrella with obvious gratitude.

“It’s no problem, really. With how hot it is in the shade, I can only imagine how it must feel out there.” Madison then smiled brightly at the other- although his expression once again shifted upon seeing the man’s hand suddenly fly from his wrist, wrap about the handles of his bag, and drag it back.

Madison blinked. Then blinked again. Then again, for good measure. After the third and final blink, he gave a small shrug, instead glancing back over to his own bag as if suddenly reminded that it existed. Considering his company- especially with the revelation of them all coming from different worlds- he supposed it wouldn’t hurt to take a look. Dropping gracefully to the floor, Madison opened up the metal teeth and began to rummage inside. There was a sun hat and a pair of sunglasses within (which, to his delight, went wonderfully with his current outfit), various other pieces from his wardrobe, and even the notepad he had thought missing. After putting on both hat and glasses, and tucking his pocketbook back into his pocket, Madison resumed his search, intrigued by the contents lying inside the carry-on.

Beneath the neatly folded clothes, and beneath the small makeup kit that had been nestled up to the fabrics, were more...useful (not that what he had discovered earlier wasn’t useful, of course) contents, to say the least. A rifle was tucked neatly at the bottom of the bag, along with a basic handgun, and a pair of knives. While Madison was curious to explore more of his little weapons’ stash in the way that the others had, he thought better of it, instead turning to the rest.

Other than the same weapons-care items and customary bullets his coworker had, there was little difference between his pack and the basic items of the others- although there was no food or water whatsoever. Instead, his collection of medical items contained a basic blood transfusion kit, and a few plastic containers to go along with it.

Well, that was certainly thoughtful of their captor to include.

Suddenly, a girl’s voice rose above the clamor, calling out that she had found an exit. Intrigued, Madison looked up, only to find that the way out she was gesturing at had been closed off. And, in addition, there appeared to be...spiders? outside. From where he sat, he could see the creatures clawing at the metal, hissing at those who lay within and attempting to slide their fangs through the gaps.

While the girl certainly hadn’t lied, it seemed that, at the moment, any way of leaving was blocked off. Frowning at the thought, Madison decided to turn his attentions onto something more positive- such as the youth who had joined them. He was clearly uncertain about his origins, hinting at amnesia, but Madison continued to smile placidly at the other- Oliver, or so he had said.

“That’s fine, Oliver; you’ve still helped with what you’re able to remember. Thank you.” A short nod, sending what hair was left uncovered by the hat swaying lightly with the movement.




While Madison had been far more lax about the prospect of an escape, Stride had already begun to make her way over to the iron gate, having heard both the shouts and whirring of metal from where she had been standing. However, before she had even reached half the distance between her “starting point” and the gate, it had shut- with what visible land that could have been seen from through the bars quickly being hidden from sight by...lava?

“Well,” Stride suddenly drawled, gaze shifting to the one who had cried out that she had found an escape. “That’s a real interestin’ way of gettin’ out you were thinkin’ of, but, y’know, not all of us can swim through lava, kid.” Before she could even get a proper reaction to her words, however, the situation had suddenly taken a rather interesting turn. The Kora-doppleganger had suddenly started shouting at one of the younger-looking strangers gathered, calling him a terrorist, and- from the looks of it- preparing to fight. The kid didn’t look exactly happy about the redhead’s presence, either, hands flaring up with visible blue light.

Even during such a scenario, Stride couldn’t deny her interest in what was most likely a potential fight. She crossed her arms over her chest as she approached, hoping for a better view, although a scowl quickly overtook her expression at the intervention. Fights were always fun to watch, after all- especially when it was some weird emo kid versus an angry Norwegian. Nevertheless, she refrained from speaking at first, listening to the various back and forth for a while between the groups.

That is, until the Eze creature suddenly shot a bolt of fucking lightning out of nowhere.

“The fuck, Godzilla?” Instinctively, one of Stride’s hands flew to her submachine, preparing to draw it if necessary. “Ya know, when ya rant about not fightin’ then go and shoot fuckin’ lazers everywhere, that kinda defeats the damn purpose!” Squinting at the lizard for a while, she cast a glance over to Kora-Ganger, what familiarity that would have inevitably managed to slip in cast away from the previous surprise.

“You’re sayin’ that kid’s a terrorist?” Stride paused, peering over at Drake skeptically. “Looks like he could barely lift a stick ‘fore breakin’ his arms.”




Almost immediately upon seeing the fight brewing, Madison had practically flown from the ground and onto his feet, staring towards the little gathering with a deep frown. While he truly didn’t know many here asides from Stride and Kora- and even then, the latter wasn’t of his world, by the looks of it- there was still the matter of a godlike being watching over them. Of course, what the being even wanted was up for a debate, but Madison had a strong gut feeling that it wasn’t for everyone to get killed off so quickly. He hurriedly slipped a pair of gloves on from the bag and jogged over, taking care not to use ]too much of his own skills so soon- and casting a friendly nod in the direction of the fairy floating above the arena, hello there, good to meet you and all- and stopped some distance away from the actual fight.

“How about we all just calm down and don’t use any sort of weapons or magic or anything in this situation?” Madison offered. “It won’t do any good here, aside from potentially letting in those.” Almost casually, he gestured over to the gate, where some sort of vibrant red shark was baring its teeth against the grate.

Sharks. Wonderful creatures, really, but not something he exactly wanted flopping about and causing even more havoc.

And the lava also posed a problem, too.

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A lot of things happened at once.

Then a dragon-man-hybrid charged forward, "No one will fight here so long as I stand!" he called in a thunderous voice between a beam of lightning shot from his mouth and stuck in the center of where they all stood, kicking up smoke and dust as well as punching a half-foot deep crater into the area it landed. At the blast everyone had been knocked back slightly (save for Fell who was bigger and heavier than all of them), and Adira stumbled backwards, but was caught by Fell. The hybrid was perched on his staff in an offensive pose but instead of also assuming a pose of aggression, Adira just shot him an irritated look.

'How ironic for someone who has just declared that he will not tolerated fighting to make the first attack...' she thought, still glaring at him, though she said nothing. "That was completely unnecessary." said the suit of armor, obviously thinking the same thing, and Adira made a sound of agreement. Fell crooned softly and Adira touched his head, assuming him that she was perfectly fine.

"What are you doing?!" came another voice and Adira looked up to see some kind of fairy creature, stiffening slightly as she came closer. She's heard stories of the fae and it was one of the few things that could make her skin crawl. "She's clearly fire bound, and if I know anything about fire, it's that it's volatile. You can't subdue fire with fire! That's how you make it worse!" the fairy woman scolded the hybrid coldly before turning to the rest of them. "Stop showing off. All of you. You, with the black hair and wings. Move from her sight. Miss? Despite their actions, no one wants to hurt you. And we've been transplanted, your old enemies are not here."

Adira made a sound of irritation and sheathed her sword. So much for trying to make friends. Already Adira was feeling crowded. She'd been in this small arena for too long and there was a deep yearning for the open mountain ranges she was used to. And there were so many others at this point, Adira was rather uncomfortable.

A dead man who appeared as a woman.
A true woman with hair white as snow.
A dragon-man-hybrid with lighting and martial arts.
A darkly dressed man with a canine skull as a mask.
A man who seemed to be at least 90% made of metal.
Another man who was wearing a full metal suit.
A girl with black feathered wings,
and Drake with his more serpentine wings.
Khojin (whatever she was supposed to be).
An empty suit of armor that'd just tried to swing at
the enraged red-headed female (who was also on fire still).
A teleporting purple/black dressed girl.
A fairy who apparently thought she was a queen.
And then Adira and Fell.

And these were only the humanoids that Adira had noticed so far. There was a good chance that there were (or at least that there would be) more to come.

It was a drastic understatement saying that Adira was "uncomfortable". There were way too many people who were all way more powerful than she was. What was she even doing here? The only think anyone seemed to have in common was that they'd all been suddenly whisked away from their home worlds. 'What the hell am I doing? I can't leave until Rend allows it, it seems, but staying here will get me killed. And I can't let that happen.' Being so deep in thought Adira didn't notice Khojin's subtle hints, however Fell did and he gently nudged Adira forwards. Fanghur were extremely intelligent creatures, after all.

Adira followed Khojin out of ear shot of the rest of the group. There was still irritation in her expression, though this was to cover up her uncertainty. Absentmindly her hand began stroking Fell's scaly head and he crooned softly, the vibrations slowly calming Adira until she had regained her temperament and was no longer as high-strung as she'd been moment ago.

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Eze ignored those attempting to harass him about his actions. He guessed he had at least 200 years experience over nearly every single one of them, and almost all of them look human enough to not get run out of every town they go to. Through all the other tries to diffuse the situation Eze was still balancing on his staff and glaring at the loud woman. She reminded him of many, many problem causers from Eze's life from soldiers to criminals.

After what seemed like the longest few moments the half-dragon ever had to go through, Madison proposed an actual idea. Introductions. Taking a quick breath, Eze spoke with his deep hiss of a voice once more. "I'm Ezenvare Queem, I hail from Da'vier, and I have had more unprovoked bad experiences with military and guard types than I have scales on my hide."

Eze wasn't too terribly interested in making friends, as he could see those that were too far along the path of evil being protected by those who didn't know better. Besides, his friends had a tendency to die in the most... depressing of ways. Allies, on the other hand, where a different story.

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Oliver simply smiled from behind his mask in reply to Madi's friendly words and gestures. She was pretty. A lot of the people were quite fascinating, beautiful, intriguing. He didn't know why he felt that everyone seemed visually pleasing considering he hadn't seen anything like them before. Unless, he had? Somewhere deep within his mind, a lingering feeling or emotion somehow related to this mixture of species. Nah, probably not.

Okay now things were getting a little heated. Literally. The red head was drawing a lot of attention to herself for all the wrong reasons and everyone was on edge. She was staring dragon boy down, perhaps they had some history? How fascinating, more than one person now had someone with them from the same world. If anyone might have been from his world, he'd have no idea, which was a shame. It would be nice to feel some sort of safety and comfort with another.

Oliver jumped, snapping out of his little day dream as he watched the lizard man suddenly jump up onto his stick thingy and shoot bloody lightning from his mouth. The bolt landed straight between the two who looked like they were about to fight as smoke and dust cleared, revealing a fairly large crater. His eyes were wide and he couldn't help but feel the need to stay dead still and hold his breath. "Holy shit." He said out loud to himself.

Things only felt worse now as the red head's flames were stronger and she ordered everyone to back off. There was ice, a flying woman too now. Everyone was talking and things felt slightly more calm. Oliver finally released a very long, loud breath, almost forgetting he was stopping himself from breathing. It was now that he realised that Madi and Stride had left and were with the others. When did that happen? Oliver, a bit puzzled, looked around to understand his current position better. "Well. At least I have the umbrella to myself now." Just casually talking to himself. He could see that John, or Robocop, the lizard man, Eze and green eyes metal man were the only ones nearby.

Oliver decided to first, put on his boots, although they looked god awful with his current attire, at least his feet wouldn't burn on the hot round. Then stood up, making sure to keep hold of the bag and umbrella, then turned to the others. "Well." He said out loud to no one in particular. "Call me crazy but I think it best to stay together as a group. For now anyway." Yes he was very crazy. Great idea Oliver, go towards the dangerous group of strangers. And he did just that. He didn't want to be alone considering what lay behind the safety of the walls that surrounded them. Everyone needed to stick together to get out of this mess.

"Hi I'm Oliver." Oliver suddenly said quite loudly over all the talking once he finally reached the gathering of people. His words far too stern and awkward for a proper greeting as he lifted his hand to give them all a wave, only to have it fall off out of nervousness. He was greatly embarrassed now. His nerves got the better of him. He felt real stupid. Oliver stood there, quite frozen, as his hand lay on the ground. With any luck everyone would have been far too interested in the drama with the red head to notice his embarrassing greeting. "Rend you can just bury me alive now." Wonderful first impression Oli. Good job.