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Adira Hasidare [85] "C'mon Fell, we have work to do."
Khojin Malqir [75] "I don't suppose we get paid for this? No?"
Rasteva [73]
Drake Coleman [69] "Are you kidding me? I have more important things to be doing right now... Like fighting a WAR."
Knight Kora Norrevinter [68] "For King and Country!"
Xinder Ouquid [57] "I am going to have to get used to fearing death."
Madison Lovette [56] "Well, things could be worse."
Ezenvare Queem [54] "I am Ezenvare, but most call me Eze."
Phoebe Stride [49] "You'd think we'd get a heads up or somethin' 'round here..."
John gray [33] "Sorry but it's all part of the job! Nothing personal."
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As he walked up to the group of people, one of them seemed just as friendly as John himself, waving back, and responding with cheer. He wasn't used to being called Mr. so he had a slight smile on his face. The cheery one underneath the umbrella introduced herself as Madison, at least he assumed Madison was a female, definitely looked, and sounded like one up close. He looked at her closely, trying to identify whether or not she'd be a problem. Despite his friendly behavior, he wanted to know how big of a threat these people were, and whether or not killing them would be a pain in the ass. Madison didn't seem like much of a threat, she seemed frail, and John doubted she had any combat skills. Then again John had learned a long time ago that appearances could be deceiving so he decided to keep an eye on her. While still being as friendly as possible of course, he didn't want to burn any bridges after all.
The girl next to Madison spoke to him next. She seemed much more sarcastic than Madison had, though he chuckled somewhat when this girl referred to him as Robocop, in her strange vaguely southern accent. It seemed odd to him that she knew that term, as he was positive she was from another world, so it seems at the very least their worlds had similar entertainment. He looked this girl over as well, she seemd much less fragile than Madison, but she herself didn't seem much more dangerous. Then he noticed her firearms, so she must have had some kind of training with them. Not much of a threat, but certainly not harmless. The girl then identified herself as Stride, and asked if he had much of an idea of what was going on."Well Stride according to the voice I heard this place is called The Rend. I's sure we're here because some God or demon or something got bored, and decided to toy with us mere mortals.
His attention was drawn back to the strange masked creature. It apparently did not like the heat, and was requesting the shade of the umbrella. It was a strange creature, and John didn't think it very dangerous, again though he resolved to keep an eye on whatever that thing was. Next he noticed the armored man observing the small group that had gathered. He was toting a rifle, and moved like a trained soldier, this one actually seemed like a threat, as John had no idea exactly how advanced that armor, was and he clearly had extensive combat training. If it came to it, John would have to overpower this one, and end things quickly.
He opened his mouth to say something, but he stopped as the dragon man held out his duffel bag toward John. He gave the dragon like creature a strange look, as he asked john if he knew how to work the zipper on his bag. He seemed strong, and he doubted he would be an easy kill, but whatever world he came from seemed to be severely lacking in technology. That would give him an edge as he'd have very little understanding of his weapons."You don't have zippers where you come from? Must be a strange place." He grabbed hold of the zipper, and started to open the bag, then looked back at the dragon man who had recently identified himself as Eze."You just pull on it, like so, see?"
The girl next to Madison spoke to him next. She seemed much more sarcastic than Madison had, though he chuckled somewhat when this girl referred to him as Robocop, in her strange vaguely southern accent. It seemed odd to him that she knew that term, as he was positive she was from another world, so it seems at the very least their worlds had similar entertainment. He looked this girl over as well, she seemd much less fragile than Madison, but she herself didn't seem much more dangerous. Then he noticed her firearms, so she must have had some kind of training with them. Not much of a threat, but certainly not harmless. The girl then identified herself as Stride, and asked if he had much of an idea of what was going on."Well Stride according to the voice I heard this place is called The Rend. I's sure we're here because some God or demon or something got bored, and decided to toy with us mere mortals.
His attention was drawn back to the strange masked creature. It apparently did not like the heat, and was requesting the shade of the umbrella. It was a strange creature, and John didn't think it very dangerous, again though he resolved to keep an eye on whatever that thing was. Next he noticed the armored man observing the small group that had gathered. He was toting a rifle, and moved like a trained soldier, this one actually seemed like a threat, as John had no idea exactly how advanced that armor, was and he clearly had extensive combat training. If it came to it, John would have to overpower this one, and end things quickly.
He opened his mouth to say something, but he stopped as the dragon man held out his duffel bag toward John. He gave the dragon like creature a strange look, as he asked john if he knew how to work the zipper on his bag. He seemed strong, and he doubted he would be an easy kill, but whatever world he came from seemed to be severely lacking in technology. That would give him an edge as he'd have very little understanding of his weapons."You don't have zippers where you come from? Must be a strange place." He grabbed hold of the zipper, and started to open the bag, then looked back at the dragon man who had recently identified himself as Eze."You just pull on it, like so, see?"
Drake hesitated a bit as Fell approached him, his wings twitching at the light breath of Fellās inspecting nose. While he found the creature to be a bit unfathomable, some part of the boy felt a strange connection with Fell. A spiritual draw toward the reptile, almost as if in another life, they could have been friends or cousins. It was certainly strange. Magical almostā¦
Could it be he was part dragon? ...No. That was insane. Magic didnāt exist. Dragons didnāt exist. Not where he was from, anyway. And besides, werenāt dragons supposed to have wings? This one sure didnāt.
āIf I knew how Iād gotten here, I would have tried to fly out just a moment ago,ā he explained calmly, āThough, yes. Escaping is my number one priority, and somehow I doubt Iāll be able to accomplish that on my own. I need to get back to my world, I donāt have time forā¦ whatever this is.ā Drake motioned to the arena with his hand. His silver eyes fell on Adiraās companion again. He had the strangest urge to reach out and pet him, but denied the urge altogether.
āDo dragons not have wings where youāre from? ā¦ Does he breathe fire?ā The boyās silver eyes peered over the creature with more curiosity than anything. āDragons only exist in books and fairy tales where Iām from. And they arenāt typically portrayed as friendly, much less companions.ā
Could it be he was part dragon? ...No. That was insane. Magic didnāt exist. Dragons didnāt exist. Not where he was from, anyway. And besides, werenāt dragons supposed to have wings? This one sure didnāt.
āIf I knew how Iād gotten here, I would have tried to fly out just a moment ago,ā he explained calmly, āThough, yes. Escaping is my number one priority, and somehow I doubt Iāll be able to accomplish that on my own. I need to get back to my world, I donāt have time forā¦ whatever this is.ā Drake motioned to the arena with his hand. His silver eyes fell on Adiraās companion again. He had the strangest urge to reach out and pet him, but denied the urge altogether.
āDo dragons not have wings where youāre from? ā¦ Does he breathe fire?ā The boyās silver eyes peered over the creature with more curiosity than anything. āDragons only exist in books and fairy tales where Iām from. And they arenāt typically portrayed as friendly, much less companions.ā
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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The Figure continued to regard the other people gathered around, making not a sound. The remained stock still for several moments, as if regarding everyone....considering. Lifting a heavy plated boot to step forward solidly, the armor clad figure set a ponderous pace towards the other individuals in the Arena, all the while continuing to study them silently.
One looked to be a soldier, if their stance and demeanor indicated anything. Two were like the beasts they'd known from far back home, albeit considerably smaller. The rest were small, much like the Humans that seemed to inhabit almost every portion of time and space, often in places their kind really had no business being.
One could be a viable threat, two the same though less so. The rest were....inconsequential. It was not uncommon for fodder to be found in Arenas. Something for the real warriors to play with before they set on each other in earnest. All the same, the figure took pause. This was a place unknown to them, certainly not the place they were headed. And it seemed the rest gathered around were just as lost.
This of course was a problem. If circumstance had thrown them all together for whatever reason, then simply striking them all would not help matters. If they were, in fact the part of an outside forces machinations, then they would require each other's aid in the trials that were sure to come.
The armor clad figure felt the faintest regret at ignoring the strange voice from earlier. It probably HAD been saying something important after all.
Coming to a stop a few feet off, the figure's bulk cast a shadow over everyone gathered around, and proceeded to regard them in silence once more.
One looked to be a soldier, if their stance and demeanor indicated anything. Two were like the beasts they'd known from far back home, albeit considerably smaller. The rest were small, much like the Humans that seemed to inhabit almost every portion of time and space, often in places their kind really had no business being.
One could be a viable threat, two the same though less so. The rest were....inconsequential. It was not uncommon for fodder to be found in Arenas. Something for the real warriors to play with before they set on each other in earnest. All the same, the figure took pause. This was a place unknown to them, certainly not the place they were headed. And it seemed the rest gathered around were just as lost.
This of course was a problem. If circumstance had thrown them all together for whatever reason, then simply striking them all would not help matters. If they were, in fact the part of an outside forces machinations, then they would require each other's aid in the trials that were sure to come.
The armor clad figure felt the faintest regret at ignoring the strange voice from earlier. It probably HAD been saying something important after all.
Coming to a stop a few feet off, the figure's bulk cast a shadow over everyone gathered around, and proceeded to regard them in silence once more.
Xinder Ouquid
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.
Adira Hasidare
āIf I knew how Iād gotten here, I wouldn't have tried to fly out just a moment ago. Though, yes. Escaping is my number one priority, and somehow I doubt Iāll be able to accomplish that on my own. I need to get back to my world, I donāt have time forā¦ whatever this is.ā Drake motioned to the arena with his hand and Adira nodded at this gesture for she had to agree. She and Fell needed to get back to. Drake's eyes shifted to where Fell stood beside her. āDo dragons not have wings where youāre from? ā¦ Does he breathe fire? Dragons only exist in books and fairy tales where Iām from. And they arenāt typically portrayed as friendly, much less companions.ā
Adira felt herself twitch again, but calmed herself. "Fell is actually a Fanghur," she explained patiently, "They're the smaller cousins to dragons. They usually live isolated in the mountains and are extremely territorial, but my family managed to domesticate a small herd of them and have found that they make excellent companions." She patted Fell's side proudly. "They don't breath fire but eventually they do in fact grow wings, however not until they're fully grown - Fell here is still currently only in his late teens." She could see his hand twitch as if he were growing to touch Fell but restrained himself. Fell, however, was always happy to receive the attention and nudged Drake's hand so that it rested on top of Fell's head, then crooned happily. He'd not gotten this much attention since they'd felt the village. Adira 'tsk'ed at his behavior, but couldn't help the small smile that came to her lips.
Suddenly a figure popped up a few feet from where the three of them stood and Adira jumped. It was a girl with silver hair, wearing black clothing with purple accents. "Hi." she said before coughing, "What is this place?" Adira blinked at her sudden appearance. The girl appeared human, but had she just teleported? Did that mean she was a wizard of some kind? "Uh, well, I don't know exactly. No one does it seems." she said hesitantly, "Who are you?
The Figure continued to stare at the assortment gathered around, taking a bit of humor from the one that seemed nervous of their approach. What interested them more than anything however, was the word "Dragon" being thrown around. Dragons were titanic beasts, and they were for fighting above all else. But here they did not see any Dragons. Surely two small Dragonlike creatures, but not DRAGONS.
This became a sudden point of interest for the armored figure, and as the small humanish thing beside the little Dragon continued to speak, they become even more interested. Even in their many travels, and countless years alive, the figure had yet to come across a tiny Dragon.
So it stood to reason that they desired a closer look at it.
Lumbering to a dead halt behind the small human, the figure moved to one knee, a gauntleted claw reaching out tentatively to prod gently at the little Dragon beast.
"Small. Very small." The figure's voice echoed from beneath their helm, the timbre and pitch too difficult to place a clear gender to. "You say that you raise them? Are they of Fighting Stock?" The armor clad figure tilted it's horned head down to stare at the scaly beast. "Because this looks to be of Laughing Stock to me."
This became a sudden point of interest for the armored figure, and as the small humanish thing beside the little Dragon continued to speak, they become even more interested. Even in their many travels, and countless years alive, the figure had yet to come across a tiny Dragon.
So it stood to reason that they desired a closer look at it.
Lumbering to a dead halt behind the small human, the figure moved to one knee, a gauntleted claw reaching out tentatively to prod gently at the little Dragon beast.
"Small. Very small." The figure's voice echoed from beneath their helm, the timbre and pitch too difficult to place a clear gender to. "You say that you raise them? Are they of Fighting Stock?" The armor clad figure tilted it's horned head down to stare at the scaly beast. "Because this looks to be of Laughing Stock to me."
A full on gifted warzone was intense.
The contrast made the transition even more jarring than it otherwise might have been.
Gunfire. Explosions. Shouting. Screaming. The red glow of fireballs whizzing past leaving gold ember trails in the air. You concentrated large numbers of earth shatterng powers into a single location and the result was a maelstrom of destruction not far off Ragnarƶk. Was times like that that she missed having her mjolnir pendant nearby. You felt a little better running into that when there was a god fighting your corner.
Still, every the dutiful warrior, Kora had rushed into the chaos without a second thought, boots skidding on the melted asphalt of an ancient road as she charged towards the grey flag of the Liberty outpost with a scream of primal rage and-
She was somewhere else.
Somewhere not far back from the centre of the arena area, sprawled on the warm stone, Knights' banner slung over one shoulder, was a very tall, ginger-haired woman in her twenties, uniform singed and scuffed in places from battle. She was evidently not a stranger to it. Her face and visible arms were littered with scars, and her hands were darkened by partially healed burns. A patch, bearing the horse-head of a knight chess piece before a gold sun, was embroidered onto the from of her top, above the name
'K. Norrevinter'.
Knight Kora Norrevinter to be exact, Knight of the Kingdom of Erubesco. Culmination of one hundred generations of selective breeding for war. Heir to one of the oldest living gifted lines in the world.
And when Kora woke up, she woke up angry.
Without any warning, the woman was on her feet, rising with a cry of:
"Sneaky little Liberty motherfuckers!"
She wheeled round, and as she did her hands, clenched at her sides, became engulfed in a glow of intense heat.
"I don't know what your game is you algae-eating freaks but I'm not playing it! You think your city got fucked up before, just wait until I'm done with it!"
The contrast made the transition even more jarring than it otherwise might have been.
Gunfire. Explosions. Shouting. Screaming. The red glow of fireballs whizzing past leaving gold ember trails in the air. You concentrated large numbers of earth shatterng powers into a single location and the result was a maelstrom of destruction not far off Ragnarƶk. Was times like that that she missed having her mjolnir pendant nearby. You felt a little better running into that when there was a god fighting your corner.
Still, every the dutiful warrior, Kora had rushed into the chaos without a second thought, boots skidding on the melted asphalt of an ancient road as she charged towards the grey flag of the Liberty outpost with a scream of primal rage and-
She was somewhere else.
Somewhere not far back from the centre of the arena area, sprawled on the warm stone, Knights' banner slung over one shoulder, was a very tall, ginger-haired woman in her twenties, uniform singed and scuffed in places from battle. She was evidently not a stranger to it. Her face and visible arms were littered with scars, and her hands were darkened by partially healed burns. A patch, bearing the horse-head of a knight chess piece before a gold sun, was embroidered onto the from of her top, above the name
'K. Norrevinter'.
Knight Kora Norrevinter to be exact, Knight of the Kingdom of Erubesco. Culmination of one hundred generations of selective breeding for war. Heir to one of the oldest living gifted lines in the world.
And when Kora woke up, she woke up angry.
Without any warning, the woman was on her feet, rising with a cry of:
"Sneaky little Liberty motherfuckers!"
She wheeled round, and as she did her hands, clenched at her sides, became engulfed in a glow of intense heat.
"I don't know what your game is you algae-eating freaks but I'm not playing it! You think your city got fucked up before, just wait until I'm done with it!"
"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.
Drake was admittedly a little surprised by the Fanghurās insistent nudge, but found no trouble in stroking the reptileās muzzle calmly, comforted by the soft vibrations let off by the creatureās happy crooning. He didnāt seem at all bothered by the size of the creature, and in fact had a natural way about how he treated him. As if he had dealt with Fanghur before, though he certainly had never met one, let alone touched one. Out of everyone here, he felt Fell was the most trustworthy of them all. And perhaps his rider, as well, though mostly Fell. Perhaps he was a bit biased in that sense.
A Fanghur, canāt say Iāve heard of that before... If only Kyle could have been here to see this. He wouldāve loved it.
Drake could envision it clearly, his younger brotherās rosy cheeks and wide, green eyes, filled with wonderment and awe. Smiling his adorable, naive smile. It was a somewhat comforting thought.
A thought that was immediately broken when a girl suddenly teleported to them, tumbling onto the ground. She didnāt seem much bothered by the fall, having immediately led into a question, but he couldnāt help but ask, āAre you alright?ā The boy quirked an eyebrow at her odd and sporadic behavior, not entirely sure how to interpret it.
At this point, a large armoredā¦ thing - at least, that was the only word Drake could attach to it - had approached, moving to inspect Fell. Instinctively, the boyās silver eyes flashed threateningly in warning and a low growl came out.
A Fanghur, canāt say Iāve heard of that before... If only Kyle could have been here to see this. He wouldāve loved it.
Drake could envision it clearly, his younger brotherās rosy cheeks and wide, green eyes, filled with wonderment and awe. Smiling his adorable, naive smile. It was a somewhat comforting thought.
A thought that was immediately broken when a girl suddenly teleported to them, tumbling onto the ground. She didnāt seem much bothered by the fall, having immediately led into a question, but he couldnāt help but ask, āAre you alright?ā The boy quirked an eyebrow at her odd and sporadic behavior, not entirely sure how to interpret it.
At this point, a large armoredā¦ thing - at least, that was the only word Drake could attach to it - had approached, moving to inspect Fell. Instinctively, the boyās silver eyes flashed threateningly in warning and a low growl came out.
Adira Hasidare
Adira was distracted from the sudden appearance of another metal figure. Adira could see no physical features save for the outline of the armor, however as Fell turned to eye the newcomer and stopped crooning, she was immediately uneasy. It occurred to her that she was now semi-surrounded; Drake with bat or dragon wings, the teleporting girl, and now this armor clad figure. That was all it seemed to be for, judging by Fell's low croaking sound, he did not actually know what it was. It had no scent save for metal and some kind of vile smokey smell.
The armor (for that was all it seemed to be) stopped behind Adira and she turned so she could see it as well as the others, and watched as it knelt down. Slowly a metal hand reached out and poked Fell's hindquarters, making him growl softly in irritation. Adira's eyes narrowed slightly. "Small. Very small." came a voice from inside the helmet, though it did nothing to help identify the species or even the gender of whatever was inside (if there was anything inside). It almost seemed as if this armor were possessed by a spirit, if nothing else. "You say that you raise them? Are they of Fighting Stock? Because this looks to be of Laughing Stock to me." Adira's cheek grew red in indignation. "They are neither," she said with poorly hidden annoyance, watching as Fell moved away from the strange and prodding armor, his tail flicking in mild irritation, "Fanghur are not stock of any kind. They are hunters, protectors and companions. And they are invaluable."
Khojin walked up at this point. "Making friends, I see." she said, and Adira had to resist the urge to scoff. Those were not the exact words she personally would choose to describe the situation. However before Adira could respond, Khojin pulled out what appeared to be hardened bread. "Want this?" she asked, holding it out to Adira whose stomach choose that exact moment to remind her of the fact she'd not eaten within the last 48 hours by growling loudly. "Sure, I guess. Thank you Khojin." she said, taking the bread and trying to rid herself of the soft blush that colored her cheeks.
Adira went to take a bite, then stopped herself, glancing at the others who stood around her before sighing softly and tearing the bread into even sized pieces. "Here." she said, handing one to each of those standing near her, "I don't know why we're here or how we're going to get out, but we'll need to keep up our strength in the meantime." Adira said, not meeting any of their eyes as she torn her piece in half and held one side of it out to Fell, who in turn sniffed it before eating it from her hand in one bit. Fell sniffed her hand for more but she shrugged. "As soon as we get out of here we'll go hunting bud. But for now you'll have to be satisfied with that." Fell seemed to sigh (though it sounded like a combination of a hiss and a squeak), but nuzzled her hand affectionately, indicating his acceptance of this answer.
"Well, perhaps it's time to start looking for a way out then." she said and Fell gave an eager growl before turning around from her and walking away from her, beginning to sniff like a bloodhound, obviously searching for a scent other than what originated from the arena.
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The Armored Figure ceased its prodding of the small scaly creature the moment the little Human growled at them. Lifting the great horned helm that made up their head marginally, the figure spoke. "Different." The darkened visor on the helm sparked to life suddenly, a swirling blaze of energy coming into being before forming what appeared to be a single burning eye. The eye shifted from one side of the visor to its dead center, focusing solely on the the silver eyed boy. "Not Human.....Something else." The figure withdrew its gauntleted claw, ceasing its prodding of the Dragon Beast. Rocking back on plated heels, its burning eye shifted once more, resting upon the girl close by, and then moving to the small figure popping suddenly into existence.
The armored figure retreated to its thoughts for a moment. Based on the girl's confusion, and compounded with the assortment of rabble around them, this was DEFINITELY the work of some outside force.
Naturally the figure was more than a little irritated.
Burning eye refocusing on the small boy still glaring at them, the figure spoke again. "Why are you here?"
The armored figure retreated to its thoughts for a moment. Based on the girl's confusion, and compounded with the assortment of rabble around them, this was DEFINITELY the work of some outside force.
Naturally the figure was more than a little irritated.
Burning eye refocusing on the small boy still glaring at them, the figure spoke again. "Why are you here?"
āEze.ā The word rolled neatly off Madisonās tongue, forming into sound, a word, a name. He tested it once again beneath his breath, feeling it out, before smiling once more and nodding at the lizard. āAlright, Eze. Itās good to meet you- although, again, I would have preferred other circumstances, to be honest.ā The vampire then extended a hand for a shake, uncertain if the other would understand the gesture, but offering it anyway out of politenessā sake.
Stride, on the other hand, only gave a brief nod to affirm that she had heard āEzeā give his name, giving her jawline a light scratch as she directed a majority of her focus onto Mr. Robocop (she refused to call him by any other name, as this man was undeniably either Robocop or the Terminator). āSo ya donāt know much ābout this whole thing, either.ā Her voice was little more than a mutter as she continued to eye the man, occasionally switching her attention to over his shoulder in order to ascertain nothing of particular importance was happening. From the looks of it, all that was going on was two girls- one more human, the other...not so much- having themselves a happy little conversation, with the human-one showing off her dragon.
The woman was half-tempted to make a comment about at least taking the chick to dinner first.
Soon enough, however, another one was added to the mix- a male, who the pair shouted at for a while before the little group converged. Satisfied with what she found, Stride glanced back, watching as Robocop helped Godzilla with his duffle bag, as the latter didnāt seem to have any real idea as to how the thing worked, exactly. While this wasnāt exactly the most remarkable thing to look at in the situation, out of the corner of her eye she could easily see Madison nearly bursting at the seams, watching the two interact with obvious intrigue.
And then, the dam overflowed.
āExcuse me, sirs,ā he began, absentmindedly rubbing his hands together as if brushing dust from them, ābut I couldnāt help but wonder something; where did you come from?ā He paused, letting the question hang there for a moment, before continuing. āI donāt mean continent-wise, but rather...well, general...place, you could say? The voice had mentioned us being in āanother worldā, and itās fairly clear that we werenāt all brought from the same place.ā Always looking for information. Even when locked in another āworldā by the sounds of things, Madisonās thirst for knowledge lingered. And the way he saw it, there was no reason not to ask; after all, it wasnāt exactly the most confidential topic, given the fact that both a cyborg, some sort of draconic being, and a vampire were all gathered in same place- among various other beings.
Before the pair could answer, however, both SCION members became aware of a shadow looming across the arena. Casting darkness about them, and effectively making the umbrella unnecessary. Stride was the first one to peer over to see what had caused it, and found herself staring right into the face of some armored...thing.
Rather than leap back in shock, or even start unholstering her guns in an attempt to fire at the thing, the hybrid only muttered a āthe hell is thatā before checking to make sure that her weapons hadnāt somehow been taken from her. Once her fingertips had grazed the metal again, Stride was satisfied, and contented herself to squint at the figure for a while longer before turning back. A walking suit of armor certainly wasnāt the oddest thing to happen today, after all, and she doubted it would be the last. And, at any rate, she had seen several pieces of sentient armor when investigating haunted houses. Better to leave the thing to those it bothered, she mulled. Better to leave it until it tried to make a Happy Meal out of someoneās soul. (Ba-da-da-da-da, itās lovinā it~)
Her vampiric companion was just as unfazed- if not just as curious as he was before. Absentmindedly, Madison felt for his pocketbook, only to find the little nooks within his dress to be empty. A shame; while he had no qualms about putting things to memory, it was a strong habit to at least have some solid evidence of what heād heard.
Maybe there was something for him in his duffle bag. Maybe. Heād have to check later- for now, he was too enthralled by the idea of milking the strangers for evidence of the Multiple Worlds theory. The others at base would have a field day with this kind of research, really.
And speaking of the devilā¦
A familiar red, flaming plume of hair suddenly flared up in Madisonās line of vision, accompanied by an equally familiar tall figure attached to it, and her accompanying accent and lines of insult. One Kora Norrevinter. Before Madison went and called out to her, however, he became aware of certain...things that didnāt exactly apply to their Kora.
Namely, the lack of werewolf scent anyway on her body, the fact that she was currently cursing out a āLibertyā (while he knew that she did not originate from the Americas, he doubted that she hated them that much), and her current uniform.
The whole, well, spontaneous combustion was also a dead-ringer that things were not exactly right, too.
Stride seemed to recognize the woman equally as fast, although she was not as swift to recognize the differences as Madison. At first, she could only see the redhead as the Kora from base, the one that ended up hosting most of the chugging contests to her knowledge. Needless to say, the hybrid felt a bit pleased that she wasnāt the only fighter to get dragged into things, and was about to call out a jeer when suddenly, that Kora burst into flames.
āThe hell?ā The word came out admittedly a bit louder than intended, and Stride instinctively took a few steps back in surprise. As far as she was concerned, people didnāt randomly just burst into fucking flames. Before she could react further, Madison had suddenly taken a hold of her arm, giving a light tug and rising to full height. He leaned in just slightly towards the otherās ear, and began to mutter, taking care that those around them couldnāt hear.
āLook. Thatās not our Kora; she doesnāt have the right scent. And you donāt see her burning, do you?ā Indeed, the woman didnāt seem pained by the whole event- merely very, very pissed. Stride could only watch for another minute as the Norwegian cursed out āalgae-eatersā before shaking her head, watching Kora- well, Koraās doppleganger- with puzzlement.
āAlright,ā she grumbled, āthis shit is just gettinā weirder nā weirder.ā
She knew well enough not to run up to the familiar stranger, shouting things like, āHey! I know you donāt know me or anything, but Iāve known you for ten years in my world. Wanna go grab some beers?ā After all, for all they knew, this Kora could be...a lot more different than theirs, to say the least.
Theyād have to watch for now, but all Stride could think at the moment was that she had somehow found herself in an episode of āThe Twilight Zoneā.
Stride, on the other hand, only gave a brief nod to affirm that she had heard āEzeā give his name, giving her jawline a light scratch as she directed a majority of her focus onto Mr. Robocop (she refused to call him by any other name, as this man was undeniably either Robocop or the Terminator). āSo ya donāt know much ābout this whole thing, either.ā Her voice was little more than a mutter as she continued to eye the man, occasionally switching her attention to over his shoulder in order to ascertain nothing of particular importance was happening. From the looks of it, all that was going on was two girls- one more human, the other...not so much- having themselves a happy little conversation, with the human-one showing off her dragon.
The woman was half-tempted to make a comment about at least taking the chick to dinner first.
Soon enough, however, another one was added to the mix- a male, who the pair shouted at for a while before the little group converged. Satisfied with what she found, Stride glanced back, watching as Robocop helped Godzilla with his duffle bag, as the latter didnāt seem to have any real idea as to how the thing worked, exactly. While this wasnāt exactly the most remarkable thing to look at in the situation, out of the corner of her eye she could easily see Madison nearly bursting at the seams, watching the two interact with obvious intrigue.
And then, the dam overflowed.
āExcuse me, sirs,ā he began, absentmindedly rubbing his hands together as if brushing dust from them, ābut I couldnāt help but wonder something; where did you come from?ā He paused, letting the question hang there for a moment, before continuing. āI donāt mean continent-wise, but rather...well, general...place, you could say? The voice had mentioned us being in āanother worldā, and itās fairly clear that we werenāt all brought from the same place.ā Always looking for information. Even when locked in another āworldā by the sounds of things, Madisonās thirst for knowledge lingered. And the way he saw it, there was no reason not to ask; after all, it wasnāt exactly the most confidential topic, given the fact that both a cyborg, some sort of draconic being, and a vampire were all gathered in same place- among various other beings.
Before the pair could answer, however, both SCION members became aware of a shadow looming across the arena. Casting darkness about them, and effectively making the umbrella unnecessary. Stride was the first one to peer over to see what had caused it, and found herself staring right into the face of some armored...thing.
Rather than leap back in shock, or even start unholstering her guns in an attempt to fire at the thing, the hybrid only muttered a āthe hell is thatā before checking to make sure that her weapons hadnāt somehow been taken from her. Once her fingertips had grazed the metal again, Stride was satisfied, and contented herself to squint at the figure for a while longer before turning back. A walking suit of armor certainly wasnāt the oddest thing to happen today, after all, and she doubted it would be the last. And, at any rate, she had seen several pieces of sentient armor when investigating haunted houses. Better to leave the thing to those it bothered, she mulled. Better to leave it until it tried to make a Happy Meal out of someoneās soul. (Ba-da-da-da-da, itās lovinā it~)
Her vampiric companion was just as unfazed- if not just as curious as he was before. Absentmindedly, Madison felt for his pocketbook, only to find the little nooks within his dress to be empty. A shame; while he had no qualms about putting things to memory, it was a strong habit to at least have some solid evidence of what heād heard.
Maybe there was something for him in his duffle bag. Maybe. Heād have to check later- for now, he was too enthralled by the idea of milking the strangers for evidence of the Multiple Worlds theory. The others at base would have a field day with this kind of research, really.
And speaking of the devilā¦
A familiar red, flaming plume of hair suddenly flared up in Madisonās line of vision, accompanied by an equally familiar tall figure attached to it, and her accompanying accent and lines of insult. One Kora Norrevinter. Before Madison went and called out to her, however, he became aware of certain...things that didnāt exactly apply to their Kora.
Namely, the lack of werewolf scent anyway on her body, the fact that she was currently cursing out a āLibertyā (while he knew that she did not originate from the Americas, he doubted that she hated them that much), and her current uniform.
The whole, well, spontaneous combustion was also a dead-ringer that things were not exactly right, too.
Stride seemed to recognize the woman equally as fast, although she was not as swift to recognize the differences as Madison. At first, she could only see the redhead as the Kora from base, the one that ended up hosting most of the chugging contests to her knowledge. Needless to say, the hybrid felt a bit pleased that she wasnāt the only fighter to get dragged into things, and was about to call out a jeer when suddenly, that Kora burst into flames.
āThe hell?ā The word came out admittedly a bit louder than intended, and Stride instinctively took a few steps back in surprise. As far as she was concerned, people didnāt randomly just burst into fucking flames. Before she could react further, Madison had suddenly taken a hold of her arm, giving a light tug and rising to full height. He leaned in just slightly towards the otherās ear, and began to mutter, taking care that those around them couldnāt hear.
āLook. Thatās not our Kora; she doesnāt have the right scent. And you donāt see her burning, do you?ā Indeed, the woman didnāt seem pained by the whole event- merely very, very pissed. Stride could only watch for another minute as the Norwegian cursed out āalgae-eatersā before shaking her head, watching Kora- well, Koraās doppleganger- with puzzlement.
āAlright,ā she grumbled, āthis shit is just gettinā weirder nā weirder.ā
She knew well enough not to run up to the familiar stranger, shouting things like, āHey! I know you donāt know me or anything, but Iāve known you for ten years in my world. Wanna go grab some beers?ā After all, for all they knew, this Kora could be...a lot more different than theirs, to say the least.
Theyād have to watch for now, but all Stride could think at the moment was that she had somehow found herself in an episode of āThe Twilight Zoneā.
Drake didnāt trust the looming shadow. Or maybe he was a bit intimidated by it. Whatever the reason, it didnāt change his guarded expression or tense posture. He looked ready to fight if necessary. There was no way in hell he was going down here, not when he had people at home awaiting his return. He always returned - always.
Sneaky little Liberty fuckers!
The word Liberty rang in the boyās head, his eyes widening in shock. Suddenly his attention was no long on those he was among, but rather they had sharply moved to lock onto Kora, as well as his entire body which had turned to face her direction. Silver eyes jumped from her hair color to her uniform, and then to the Erubesco insignia on her outfit.
Why? Why was Erubesco here?
They couldnāt have followed him, right? No, they had no reason to follow one Wastelander. Surely there was something more to this. But he was in danger, this much was clear. Natural enemies, a faction member vs. a resistance member.
Drakeās hands were glowing blue now. He wasnāt, by any means, a threat, not yet. He appeared to be in a defensive stance and seemed a tadā¦ nervous. He wasnāt sure he could take the berserker by himself. The boy usually had his allies to back him up, but now he was alone. Orā¦ was he? These people had helped him, after allā¦ Maybe they wouldā¦?
No. He couldnāt rely on that. Drake would stand his own ground, at least for now.
Sneaky little Liberty fuckers!
The word Liberty rang in the boyās head, his eyes widening in shock. Suddenly his attention was no long on those he was among, but rather they had sharply moved to lock onto Kora, as well as his entire body which had turned to face her direction. Silver eyes jumped from her hair color to her uniform, and then to the Erubesco insignia on her outfit.
Why? Why was Erubesco here?
They couldnāt have followed him, right? No, they had no reason to follow one Wastelander. Surely there was something more to this. But he was in danger, this much was clear. Natural enemies, a faction member vs. a resistance member.
Drakeās hands were glowing blue now. He wasnāt, by any means, a threat, not yet. He appeared to be in a defensive stance and seemed a tadā¦ nervous. He wasnāt sure he could take the berserker by himself. The boy usually had his allies to back him up, but now he was alone. Orā¦ was he? These people had helped him, after allā¦ Maybe they wouldā¦?
No. He couldnāt rely on that. Drake would stand his own ground, at least for now.
Khojin shrugged nonchalantly, taking the piece of hardtack handed to her. She'd intended to offer it the the girl with silver hair, but at least it was out of her bag. The bit of red that touched Adira's cheeks was a nice bonus, as well. She couldn't recall ever making someone blush before. It felt powerful. She nibbled on one corner of the hardtack as she considered ways to repeat the occurrence before giving up on what was for her an indigestible bit of dried bread and discreetly pawning it off on the Fanghur.
Her attention was called to a rather noisy Shao who had appeared at the edge of the arena. She was tall and well-muscled, with a flag over on shoulder and heat rippling the air around her hands. Nice.
The winged boy went ridged at her appearance, however, which called any attempts at further appreciation of the woman's scarred physique into question. He'd adopted a defensive posture, and there were blue flames in his hands. Not a fellow admirer, apparently. Khojin slid past Adira and the Iron Giant to stand mere centimeters from the boy's shoulder, tentatively placing a hand on his arm and leaning to speak quietly in his ear.
"Maybe don't do that," she advised, keeping her voice low enough that her words remained between the two of them while indicating the red-headed woman with her eyes. "Personally I'm already a fan of your friend there, but if you're not, maybe take a moment to consider your surroundings. A closed arena, filled with people who've found themselves in a strange place, all of them with some kind of combat potential, maybe tense and ready to snap at the first sign of fighting? Easy recipe for a bloodbath."
Khojin felt Capricorn would appreciate that little speech. She made a mental note to fill him in when he finally woke up.
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A woman's scream broke the Figure's concentration, it's burning gaze shifting from the still nervous boy in front of them. Turning it's massive head, their single eye found the source of the noise, a rather furious looking woman. Spouting flames no less. The Armored figure moved to stand, casting a shadow back over the arena and drawing a massive polearm from its back. While not threatened by the newcomer's appearance, her seemingly unstable nature was a legitimate cause for concern.
Unstable people meant fighting. Fighting of course lead to death, and with no viable escape from the Arena they had found themselves landed in, bodies piling up before a plan could be made to grant their release was of course, and issue. Further still the figure had caught the boy's unease as he had first caught sight of the woman. His reaction led them to believe that he either knew her personally, or at least knew what she was capable of. If the boy was worried, then the figure would be right to worry too.
"Sneaky little Liberty fuckers!"
Charming, this one.
The burning eye within the figure's helm regarded the flame entrenched woman calmly. Magic was no good. Magic was nothing like a body, it could not be crushed or cut to pieces. As far as the towering figure was concerned, Magic was only a nuisance.
Hefting their Polearm, the figure edged forward, stance relaxed but their burning gaze unwavering. They would allow the Flaming Woman to calm herself if she was at all able. And if she was unable to, then a decision would be made for her swiftly.
Unstable people meant fighting. Fighting of course lead to death, and with no viable escape from the Arena they had found themselves landed in, bodies piling up before a plan could be made to grant their release was of course, and issue. Further still the figure had caught the boy's unease as he had first caught sight of the woman. His reaction led them to believe that he either knew her personally, or at least knew what she was capable of. If the boy was worried, then the figure would be right to worry too.
"Sneaky little Liberty fuckers!"
Charming, this one.
The burning eye within the figure's helm regarded the flame entrenched woman calmly. Magic was no good. Magic was nothing like a body, it could not be crushed or cut to pieces. As far as the towering figure was concerned, Magic was only a nuisance.
Hefting their Polearm, the figure edged forward, stance relaxed but their burning gaze unwavering. They would allow the Flaming Woman to calm herself if she was at all able. And if she was unable to, then a decision would be made for her swiftly.
Ezenvare Queem
Eze looked into the bag after Armory opened it for him, with a simple pull on a strange metal tab. Ignoring the outside world Eze shoved his head straight into the bag. A bucket. A spool of metal rope. Another bucket. The scent of salt water. SALT WATER!!!
Pulling his head out of the bag, Eze quickly placed the bag down and pulled out the simple metal bucket. As he peeked into the bucked, Eze found more than what he was hoping for. Sea water and fish, the two things he could possibly need when trapped in a desert. With little time to think, the half dragon shoved his muzzle into the water, biting at the fish that was swimming around to avoid the dual-toothed jaws.
After several moments of struggling with the fish, Eze just tilted the bucked into his mouth. Sucking in both the sea water and the helpless fish Eze quickly took deep breaths. The water was like heaven, but here it wouldn't last very long. He placed the bucket back in the bag and attempted to close the bag.
Pulling in the opposite direction that Armory had pulled on the small metal tab, Eze shredded it. His claws tore through the small piece of paper. With a sigh Eze pulled out the metal rope and used his claws to make a couple holes near the top of the bag. Within moments he had the bag laced up like a shoe.
"Sneaky little Liberty fuckers!" Came a loud voice from what was quite the imposing woman. Eze cowered back, sparks beginning to cover his body as he took a defensive posture. As he moved further back, the sparks moved towards his mouth where they seemed to be calumniating.
Adira Hasidare
Following Fell with her eyes, Adira watched as he walked around the length of the arena, his nose to the ground before he stopped and tilted his head to the side. Looking up at her he made some squeaking noises and raked at the sandy ground with one of his taloned feet. 'He found something,' she thought and ran over to where he was. There in the sand Fell was indicating towards was a lever of some sort. Looking up Adira could see there was a gate not too far from said lever with a spiked fence down. "Hm..."
Taking hold of the lever she started to pull, but it wouldn't budge until Fell stepped forward as wrapped his tail around it, pulling the lever easily. They meet eyes and Fell gave a smug snort and in return Adira rolled her eyes. "Yeah yeah, the Fanghur is strong then the human, there's a big surprise." Fell made a chuffing sound, which was probably the closest he could get to actually laughing, and Adira grinned.
The sound of gears grinding drew her eyes to the gate and she watched in excitement as it slowly lifted. Finally, she'd be able to get out of here! What waited outside she didn't know, but staying in this arena certainly wasn't going to get her home any faster. Turning around she waved at the group she'd been talking too. "Hey, this appears to be an exit." she called to them, and at that declaration she could see a few others heads turn to look in her direction.
Wait! Wait, wait, wait- hold on, that wasnāt supposed to happen yet! The gates- the gates werenāt supposed to open yet! They were supposed to stay there for a while longer, get all friendly, and then I would pull the āall-omnipotent beingā card and impress them all! This- this wonāt do, no, not at all. It was supposed to be this grand event, not so soon! Uh, um, how- how will I fix this- how did this even happen- but, uh...I can make this work! Yep! Nothing is going out of plan! Just need to, uh,, make a few adjustments, make sure that this doesnāt happen again. I shall be the best Game Master anyone has seen. Right!
Alright, I think I got it. Yep, this will work! Ahem, let me just- just get my nice little narration going. Clear throat and all. Ahem. The gates suddenly closed once again, keeping everyone from leaving before they could escape. Yeah, no way of, uh, tunneling out or anything, or lifting the gates. Nada. Canāt do any weird super speed stuff either- just all stuck there for the time being. Forced to- well- sit tight. And itās not like youād even want to leave yet, either! Because thereās...spiders outside the gate! Really massive ones, Iām not kidding- and- and not like the ones the size of your little finger that get in your shower, and you think, āWow, thatās a pretty big spiderā before going ahead and crushing it- no. These ones are...theyāre as big as the armored one, and as wide as three people of healthy weight. Yep. And, uh, thereās lava, too! Donāt ask me how the lava isnāt getting in through the grates, but thereās a whole mess of molten rock outside.
And the spiders, you ask? Well, theyāre also lava-proof! Ha! Bet you didnāt expect that! And thereās...lightning, too! Granted, donāt particularly want to use lightning, but you should know how serious I am about this when I bring in the lightning! Iāll just add in a few goblins, too, for good measure- maybe a few rabid bunnies, a few lava-sharksā¦And...done! Yep! No way out yet, so theyāll all have to just sit and be cozy. I am going to be the best at this, I swear- Rend, you are a complete and absolute genius.
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.
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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Having been peacefully asleep before this, Ocean woke instantly when she was transported from her bed to a hard packed floor. Assuming a kidnapping - common for her coveted position - she opened her eyes but otherwise lay still, observing her surroundings. Magic enhanced her senses so she could "eavesdrop" on the others in the arena, and soon she gathered that none of them knew how or why they were there. And from the discussions, it seemed they were all from different worlds.
She moved quickly but trying to avoid drawing attention, her hair falling everywhere because her clips had been misplaced in this summoning. Someone shouted they had found an exit and she looked over, only to watch through the grates as obstacle after obstacle appeared.
With the ease of long practice, she made her mind go blank of future plans, once again choosing to observe. Giving up on remaining unnoticed, she flicked out her wings to their full size, fluttering them until the magical field was strong enough to lift her into the air. She saw the grating above as well, and kept well below it, trying to see if anyone from her world had been brought along for the ride.
She moved quickly but trying to avoid drawing attention, her hair falling everywhere because her clips had been misplaced in this summoning. Someone shouted they had found an exit and she looked over, only to watch through the grates as obstacle after obstacle appeared.
With the ease of long practice, she made her mind go blank of future plans, once again choosing to observe. Giving up on remaining unnoticed, she flicked out her wings to their full size, fluttering them until the magical field was strong enough to lift her into the air. She saw the grating above as well, and kept well below it, trying to see if anyone from her world had been brought along for the ride.
Sarah Ender was deeply tranced from the creatures around her. "I am way out of my world here." she said to herself, "I want to go home". She stood in the darkness trying to collect some power from it. it helped a little but not much. she strayed out towards the edge of the arena and watched the others with curiosity. she sat down, a mist of purple Ender essence trailed behind her as she moved. she pulled out a small cube from her pocket and fiddled with it as the others bickered.
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The Knight straightened up and planted her feet, ready to release a burst if she needed to engage in any crowd control. She took a moment in order to survey some of the individuals present, a number of which seemed to be watching her with concern, or hostility. An assortment of people, and a number of things that were not people at all. Some of the things there didn't even really qualify as animals.
Experiments, she concluded, or possibly some of the strange things Marvellous Balthazar or Chancellor Azrael were likely to conjure up. However you looked at it, there were far too many freaks here for it to be Liberty. The whole thing lacked the kind of uniformity that she would expect from Libbers.
Aslanders?
That only raised another heap of questions though. Especially regarding how the masked one knew her name. She'd heard it mentioned one or two times from the direction of her, but she couldn't ever remember seeing such a creature in her usual career.
Kor was just taking a moment to think it over, when a blue glow caught her eye and she rounded on it, dark grey eyes setting on the form of Drake.
"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!"
A few sparks fizzed between her fingers as she regarded him. Whilst she'd been hoping to see a familiar face, this was not at all what she had had in mind.
Experiments, she concluded, or possibly some of the strange things Marvellous Balthazar or Chancellor Azrael were likely to conjure up. However you looked at it, there were far too many freaks here for it to be Liberty. The whole thing lacked the kind of uniformity that she would expect from Libbers.
Aslanders?
That only raised another heap of questions though. Especially regarding how the masked one knew her name. She'd heard it mentioned one or two times from the direction of her, but she couldn't ever remember seeing such a creature in her usual career.
Kor was just taking a moment to think it over, when a blue glow caught her eye and she rounded on it, dark grey eyes setting on the form of Drake.
"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!"
A few sparks fizzed between her fingers as she regarded him. Whilst she'd been hoping to see a familiar face, this was not at all what she had had in mind.
Adira Hasidare
"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. Canāt do any weird super speed stuff either- just all stuck there for the time being. Forced to- well- sit tight. And itās not like youād 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 thereās...spiders outside the gate! Really massive ones, Iām not kidding- and- and not like the ones the size of your little finger that get in your shower, and you think, āWow, thatās a pretty big spiderā before going ahead and crushing it- no. These ones are...theyāre as big as the armored one, and as wide as three people of healthy weight. Yep. And, uh, thereās lava, too! Donāt ask me how the lava isnāt getting in through the grates, but thereās 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, theyāre also lava-proof! Ha! Bet you didnāt expect that! And thereās...lightning, too! Granted, donāt particularly want to use lightning, but you should know how serious I am about this when I bring in the lightning! Iāll just add in a few goblins, too, for good measure- maybe a few rabid bunnies, a few lava-sharksā¦"
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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The armored figure tightened their grip on their Polearm, lumbering closer to the angry woman. Their sole eye focused on the magic bursting to life on her hands, and the briefly entertained the though of striking her while she was preoccupied.
But that would be rude.
But it'd be even more rude to let her just start killing people. Arena or not, there were still RULES that needed to be adhered to.
It was precisely at the moment the figure was trying to determine if decapitation or simply punting the woman across the arena would be the best way to silence her, the disembodied voice from before began speaking again. This time the figure had the decency to listen to it, and almost immediately regretted doing so. Something about spiders rivaling their own size, not a serious problem. Though the smaller ones had a habit of climbing inside of them and making nests. A swim through lava was quite a pleasant thing, the Figure could not understand why that would be so awful until the recalled that less sturdy things would surely die. They had no clue what Lava Sharks were, much less Bunnies, but they could not be so awful.
What truly worried the armored figure was that the owner of the Voice confirmed their suspicions. They were in fact, a powerful being plucking individuals from their homes and dropping them in an Arena for amusement. This in an of itself was not a complete surprise. The powerful tended to enjoy Arena games, and nothing was more entertaining than watching complete strangers kill each other for amusement.
What worried the armored figure was the Voice's entire demeanor. They obviously did not want anyone here to leave, that much was obvious. But their manner was like that of a child wanting playmates, not such much an angry God demanding blood.
And while on the surface it seemed like a small issue, what would happen if the Voice did not like how the people in the Arena 'Played'?
Worse still, what if they became bored of them all?
But that would be rude.
But it'd be even more rude to let her just start killing people. Arena or not, there were still RULES that needed to be adhered to.
It was precisely at the moment the figure was trying to determine if decapitation or simply punting the woman across the arena would be the best way to silence her, the disembodied voice from before began speaking again. This time the figure had the decency to listen to it, and almost immediately regretted doing so. Something about spiders rivaling their own size, not a serious problem. Though the smaller ones had a habit of climbing inside of them and making nests. A swim through lava was quite a pleasant thing, the Figure could not understand why that would be so awful until the recalled that less sturdy things would surely die. They had no clue what Lava Sharks were, much less Bunnies, but they could not be so awful.
What truly worried the armored figure was that the owner of the Voice confirmed their suspicions. They were in fact, a powerful being plucking individuals from their homes and dropping them in an Arena for amusement. This in an of itself was not a complete surprise. The powerful tended to enjoy Arena games, and nothing was more entertaining than watching complete strangers kill each other for amusement.
What worried the armored figure was the Voice's entire demeanor. They obviously did not want anyone here to leave, that much was obvious. But their manner was like that of a child wanting playmates, not such much an angry God demanding blood.
And while on the surface it seemed like a small issue, what would happen if the Voice did not like how the people in the Arena 'Played'?
Worse still, what if they became bored of them all?