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The Rend

The Rend

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a part of The Rend, by Miss Echo.

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Miss Echo holds sovereignty over The Rend, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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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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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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Ezenvare Queem


It was too bright. Way too bright. Too warm. Too arid. That is all Eze could feel in his first second of returning to existence, his eyes still used to the pure darkness that he was in earlier. With a quiet closing of his claw, Eze felt his staff. This was something that would help to give him an edge if the place wasn't friendly.

With seemingly a single movement the staff slammed into the ground and the half-dragon was upon it balancing with the fins of his tail forming sun shades over his eyes. Still balancing on a single foot on the staff, Eze looked around as the world soon came into focus. There were others laying about a brightly colored floor that seemed as though it formed an image that Eze just couldn't put together in his head and many bags by them that were made in a style that the half-dragon knew nothing about.

After another few moments to determine that no one was going to try and kill him, Eze leapt down from his staff and grabbed before even began to tilt. As his tail went back to its resting position something came into contact with it. It was something soft, but scratchy. Turning around he noticed that he too had one of these strange bags. What is in it? Eze thought as his tail went between the two handles with the fins closed before bringing it up to his sight. There before him was the strangest piece of metallurgy that he had ever seen. Looking at it more closely, Eze could only assume that these were forged by dwarves as the complexity of the small interlocking metal teeth was something even elves couldn't get metal to do.

Throwing the bag over his shoulders Eze took another look around. Two people were already standing, and so he walked to them. Once within talking distance of the two, Eze said "Hail! Do you know this land?" in Draconian first before repeating it in Common with his deep, hiss-like, and dark voice.

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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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Xinder Ouquid


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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Darkness. A lack of feeling. Nothingness. A voice. All of this was familiar and haunting, as it was very reminiscent of a dark hell the boy had once been put in by a certain Viceroy Balthazar. It was alarming. How had Balthazar gotten to them? To the Wanderers? And then a voice, albeit completely unfamiliar, spoke awkwardly. It didn’t make much sense, to be honest. Just a bunch of rambling, something about being taken… Erubesco, most likely. He had been captured. Drake needed to get out before things got any worse, but he wouldn’t get the chance to act on that thought, as he was out like a light within seconds.

When he woke up, his whole body ached. A groan escaped him, then slowly his silver eyes opened, eyelids fluttering a little, pupils piercing as always. He gazed at the floor beneath him, taking it in, puzzle piecing it together in order to gather that it was in fact a floor. A floor…

The boy quickly moved to sit up, perhaps a bit too quickly, as this action was immediately followed by a throbbing head which he moved to support tightly in his gloved leather hands. “Ugh… The hell… Am I?” the boy moaned, lifting his head and allowing a moment for his vision to refocus. The first thing he spotted was a duffle bag with his name. Odd.

From a quick sweep of his powers, Drake sensed multiple auras scattered about this… arena? That seemed about right. He didn’t know where he was, but he knew he didn’t like it. None of the energy auras were familiar. Not a single one.

He went over to the duffle bag, keeping a close watch on the energies of those around him and picked it up. Somehow he didn’t trust it at first. After all, how could he? He didn’t even know where he was.

Where he was…

The boy took this moment finally to look around. The first thing his eyes quickly fell over was Eze, the half dragon anthropomorphic, startling him and causing him to drop his bag. “Holy shit!” The boy froze, trying to decipher what he was looking at. After a moment, his eyes gazed from person to person, seeing many other oddities, including…


A dragon.
There was a dragon.
A real, live dragon.
It was breathing, it was moving, it was responding.
It was a fucking dragon.

....This was insane.

“What the actual fuck…” the gifted boy muttered to himself, eyes glancing around to try and take this all in. This is nuts. I’m dreaming. He had to be. There was no other way. A pinch would easily do the trick. And that’s exactly what he did, fingers to skin, which was met with a quiet, “Ow,” followed by a slowly dawning expression of confusion.

Swallowing hard, the boy carefully knelt down to inspect the duffle bag, opting to postpone interaction with the others for the time being. Unzipping it, he took a look inside. Maybe there were clues as to what was going on. Where he was.

The Rend, his memory recalled, causing him to blink a couple times in concentration, I can’t believe this, but… I don’t think I’m in my world anymore.

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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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Khojin's every muscle ached as she came to, reaching one arm up to rub against her forehead. She opened her eyes weakly, shutting the again quickly as they were assaulted by the harsh sunlight. She turned her head to the side before trying again, half-opening her eyelids and gazing along the colored ground. A number of pairs of feet were in her field of vision, and she reflexively felt for Capricorn in case of a threat.

She felt the familiar surge of power form the black orb in her hand, ready to explode into the massive claymore on her command, but it felt... empty, somehow. Maybe Capricorn was asleep? He'd gone quiet in the past, and Khojin brushed it off, sure his conscious mind would appear when she needed him.

She got steadily to her feet, eyes jumping between those around her. They don't seem to have noticed her, all currently discussing among themselves. As she took them in, she couldn't help but observe how odd some of them looked. A number looked like Shao, though she noted a few with wings or tails. She noted an imposing Hei-Senn figure, and a figure she took as mechanical. A warforged of some kind, maybe? The humanoid proportions suggested Paladin-Class, which would make him kind of a bitch to deal with if it came to that.

As she gazed around, she began to take in the arena she'd awoken in. Some form of desert environment, clearly. She straightened, scratching the back of her head as she attempted to recall how she'd gotten here. She'd been fighting something, then a jolt of pain, followed by the feeling of weightlessness and the sensation of being pulled out of her body. Then an all-encompassing darkness, a tight contraction as she was pulled back together, and a nervous-yet-friendly voice chattering at her. Something about not being her world anymore? Balls.

She released the dark orb floating in her palm, understanding these others posed no current threat, and were in her same situation. She turned in a slow circle, arms penduluming at her sides, occasionally slapping the side of one fist into her opposite palm. She nearly trips over a plum-covered duffle bag, and she flicks her tongue in annoyance after she regains her footing. The note lying on top reads "To Kojin". Her host apparently didn't know about the 'h' in her name. She swung it up with her foot before catching the strap in her hand and slinging it over her shoulder.

She gazes back around at the others. If they were going to get out of this place, she supposed flight might be useful. She settled on the girl with the dragon to make nice with; dragons were bitchin'. She dusts off her coat with one hand as she approaches, not quite sure how to initiate conversation.

"Sure is hot here, huh," she begins, mentally slapping herself for the weak attempt at small talk. 'Sure is hot in the desert, huh,' she thinks to herself mockingly. 'Sure is wet in the ocean, huh.' "...Nice lizard you got there." 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH' she screamed internally.

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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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Upon reaching her destination Adira picked up the bag curiously and opened it, delighted to find inside of it all of the supplies that had been stolen. She quickly unpacked it all into Fell's saddlebags as it had been before (somewhat astonished by the capacity of storage space it had) and reequipping her weapons. Once her knives, quiver, bow and sword were back on her body Adira felt herself relax slightly. Fell nudged her gently and she stroked his muzzle, again looking around the arena.

A few of the others had awoken, looking as confused as Adira felt. She noticed the pale man (who, though looked and sat like a female, Fell had confirmed otherwise) under the umbrella raise his hand in a form of greeting. He may be undead, but he also seemed to be friendly which was a slight comfort. Adira returned his gesture with a nod and a quick smile, however quickly a few others approached the place he and his white-haired friend were and blocked them from Adira's sight.

"Sure is hot here, huh," came a voice to her left and Adira turned to face this newcomer. It was the grey-skinned female with pointed teeth who reminded Adira of the orcs she'd come across back in the mountains. Upon recalling this memory she tensed up, her eyes also taking in the horns which sprouted from the woman's magenta hair, yellow eyes and slender tail. These features did not make Adira any more comfortable, but she pushed her unease aside. She was trying to be friendly, and that was a good sign if nothing else.

"...Nice lizard you got there."

Adira twitched, but Fell nudged her as a warning and she quickly regained her composure, forcing a smile. It was always annoying when people made that mistake, however it was important to make friends not enemies. "He's a Fanghur actually, the smaller cousins to dragons." she said politely, reaching out and petting Fell's head affectionately, who crooned happily in response. "My name is Adira. This is Fell, my companion. And you are...?" she trailed off, hoping the humanoid woman would fill in the blank as Fell sniffed her curiously.

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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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Drake’s wings ruffled uncomfortably as he continued to search through his bag. So far he had found a dagger, one that looked awfully familiar. A pause in his search as he reached to his back, realizing that it WAS in fact his dagger…

Which he quickly relocated to where it belonged.

A man yelping and complaining was the only thing that seemed to distract him as he looked up curiously. Too hot? Drake took this moment to gaze up at the sky. Perhaps it was hot. He certainly did feel rejuvenated, though the boy couldn’t help but notice that this masked fellow was the only one concerned with the temperature. Perhaps he didn’t fair well in heat.

Drake shook off the thought and focused back on not being noticed. Occasionally the boy eyed the others there, but he didn’t appear to have any intention of approaching them. Rather, he was keeping his distance, occupying himself with his duffle bag.

No, he didn’t trust these people. He had no reason to. They appeared to all be armed after all. He was no match for guns, being the stealth asset that he was. Better to avoid them for now, he figured, lest he get shot.
Somehow he doubted that would last long though.

Let’s see, medical supplies, some tools, food… All of this was reminiscent of the kind of things the Wanderers would keep around, supplies they had gathered. He was plenty familiar with the pattern of supplies.

These were the essentials for survival.

Now that was not a good sign. Zipping his duffle bag closed, the boy went to maneuver it around his shoulder as best he could. He was having some difficulty with his wings at first, the bag getting in the way and causing him to maneuver about, before shifting the strap over his head and positioning the bag itself at his side. How uncomfortable.

Casting one last glance over the people there to make sure he wasn’t in any immediate danger, the boy took a look at the sky again. Maybe he could fly out of here when no one was looking...

It was certainly worth a shot.

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"Khojin," she finishes shyly, embarrassed by her stumbling attempts at interaction. She picks at the hole in her left cheek awkwardly, trying to think of more to say. As far as attempts to make allies went, this was... rough.

"I didn't mean lizard," she explains to no one in particular, eyes failing to meet the Shao girl's gaze. She grasped around for something to say that would make this go more easily. Somehow she felt 'let me follow you around and ride your dragon' - 'Fanghur' - might not go over well.

"I saw a dragon once," she begins, not really thinking about her worrds, just trying to fill silence. "He... spoke, 'n'... everythin'... uh..." Her eyes keep flicking over to the one introduced as Fell. "I have a companion, too, sort of. His name's Capricorn, he's a... heh. Look at us, both with companions, both trapped in a desert arena, we're practically twinsies, heheheh..." She tittered nervously, her long, thin tongue occasionally flicking along her exposed teeth compulsively. She hoped it didn't bother Adira, that might be awkward.

She wondered briefly if she should let Fell sniff her hand. That seemed like an invitation to get bit, however, so she disregarded the notion. Her mind reached out for Capricorn again, hoping he might have something to contribute. He might be a demon, but he always had some suggestion for social matters. Again she met with hollow silence. How helpful.

"So uh, I see you have a bag," she attempted, pointing at the duffle at Adira's feet. "I also have a bag. What strange and magical happenstance." She gave her own bag a small shake to demonstrate, causing the remarkably few contents inside to jump around. "We're practically friends already, right?" She could smell the horrible socialization.

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"Khojin," said the humanoid, awkwardly messing with the hole in her cheek which exposed her sharpened teeth. "I didn't mean lizard." Adira managed an (slightly less forced) smile. "It's alright. Fanghur are not usually very sociable creatures and tend to live high in the mountains. It's not unusual for people to mistake them for some kind of giant lizard or dragon." "I saw a dragon once. He... spoke, 'n'... everythin'... uh..." Khojin seemed to be trying to fill the silence, fumbling to form full sentences. "I have a companion, too, sort of. His name's Capricorn, he's a... heh. Look at us, both with companions, both trapped in a desert arena, we're practically twinsies, heheheh..." She was more nervous that Adira, which made Adira feel more confident in herself.

"So uh, I see you have a bag," she pointed at the sack that Adira had set on the ground which she reequip all her gear, then at the one she was holding and shook it, "I also have a bag. What strange and magical happenstance. We're practically friends already, right?"

Adira was less certain about this statement. She'd only just met Khojin and knew next-to-nothing about her, yet she'd referred to them as friends. Her appearance (and the way Adira could see her tongue moving through her cheek) were unsettling, but Fell pushed past Adira's arm and began to sniff the girl thoroughly before finally placing his snout in the palm of her hand and crooning softly. Upon seeing this Adira visibly relaxed. Khojin's charisma was rather lacking and Adira was still quite wary, but she trusted Fell's judgement and if he indicated that this girl was not an enemy then she was not an enemy. And in that case, she'd have to be made an ally for allies may prove invaluable depending on what happened next. "Yes, if nothing else I suppose that would make us friends. Or allies at least."

Looking around the arena, Adira could see most everyone else was awake now and she looked back at Khojin. "Do know where we are? Or how we came to be here?" She asked, a seriousness in her voice. It was clear she was as confused and concerned as everyone else, even though she was trying to hold a brave face.

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Draconian was only met with the awkward looks of the pale woman. Common, however, visibly brightened her and it wasn't long before she responded. She soon explained just how similar that their situation was and pointed to the other human looking one while mentioning that they were together. More allies, more good can be done.

After a few moments, the pale skinned human got to her name. Madison. This was followed shortly there after by the questioning of his own name. "I am Ezenvare, but most who know me prefer to call me Eze." Eze said with his deep hiss of a voice. Not soon after, more began appearing.

First was a man that was clad in little more than a mask of bone and some spare rags. At least it all still covered more than the simple and torn shorts that adorned most of Eze's thighs and waist, but he was dancing about as if something was wrong. Then it finally registered to Eze that the man was hot, looking for shade. It would seem that the two had something in common, they weren't desert folk.

Then came a man of metal. The strange mismatch of flesh and steel seemed like something that the dwarves would construct, so maybe he would understand how to open the strange contraption that held Eze's bag open. Without even two moments' pause, the half-dragon held out his bag and said "Hello Armory, would you happen to understand this strange device or how to get it open?" Pointed to the zipper on his duffle bag before continuing with "I am Eze."

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"Died, maybe?" Khojin said dryly, scuffing her cloth shoe against the mural-ed floor of the arena. "Or maybe the guy who snagged us is a fan."

Ally: Get? Seems her fumbling had charmed the Shao. She contemplated what exactly had changed her mind as she absentmindedly stroked the Fanghur's snout. His soft crooning was surprisingly soothing, and she momentarily forgot the absence of her own companion's consciousness in her head. She shielded her eyes with her free hand and gazed up at the sun. Strange - it didn't seem as hot as she'd previously thought. While it certainly was hot, the heat seemed... off, not like the deserts she'd been in. She recalled her welcome from the strange voice; 'His world', he'd said. The way he'd named it seemed like someone thinking of a name on the spot, like when she'd given the name "Grim Sparrow" to the OIC back when she first began looking into the Free Companies as a method of employment.

She clicked her tongue, turning back to Adira for a moment before sighing and dropping the bag at her feet. Might as well find out what she was working with, right? She dropped it at her feet, sliding her hand reluctantly from Fell's snout so she could kneel down and open it.

"As lovely as the floor is, I doubt we could stay here long, no matter where 'here' is," she remarked, undoing the zipper and sorting through the sparse contents of her duffle. The first thing she grabbed hold of was a zweihander, pulling it out to examine the blade. "Don't suppose we'll find a pawn shop nearby?"

She found a small bundle of hardtack, which she nearly tossed to the side before reconsidering. "Want this?" she asked, offering it Adira in one hand while digging around her bag with the other. A compass, some matches, a hunting knife. These might be usable, at least.

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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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Adira tensed as Khojin suggested that this was an afterlife. No, that was not on option. She would not accept it. As Khojin started digging around in her bag Adira patted Fell's side as he crooned worriedly. "We're not dead, bud. We'll get back to our own world and finished what we started, together. I promise." she murmured comfortingly, and he nuzzled her hand. Adira turned her attention back to Khojin who was digging her her bag on the ground.

"As lovely as the floor is, I doubt we could stay here long, no matter where 'here' is. Don't suppose we'll find a pawn shop nearby?" she said, then held up a strange looking object. It bore a resemblance to uncooked dough. "Want this?" Adira shook her head with distaste. Everyone must have different items in each of their bags; whatever had been taken from them plus some extra. Speaking of the others...

Adira looked in the direction of the others when something caught her eye. It was the bat-winged male, glazing longingly at the sky. His wings were twitching and she could tell he was debating trying to fly away. However as she turned her eyes upwards she would see what seemed to be thin wires, like glass, covering the top of the stadium. Adira realized with some horror that she'd seen something similar to this; King Nazar used these nets to capture dragons for it was sharp enough to slide in between their scales if they attempted to struggle. If he attempted to fly through it, he'd be sliced apart like a filleted fish! "Hey, wait!" before she could stop herself she'd called out to the guy, "Don't fly up there! Don't you see the net? If you try to escape to the sky you'll be cut apart by those razor sharp threads!"

Why she was concerned about his safety was unclear. If he was an opponent, she ought to let him get himself killed. But if he was innocent like she was, just another person stolen from where he belonged, then it would be wrong to just left him die. And after all, she'd much rather avoid blood and sliced flesh raining from the sky if she could.

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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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Khojin informed Adira that she'd be back shortly and Adira nodded in response as her new ally turned and walked towards the other group who was standing a short distance across the arena. Her own attention turned to the winged guy who had just approached her. “Eh, thanks. I think I got a little escape happy… I’m not really fond of cages, um.” He said awkwardly, his eyes shifting to Fell who cocked his scaly head to the side, curious about the guy's wing. He cleared his throat and looked back at Adira. “The name’s Drake. I owe you one.” Adira smiled in response, reaching over and stroking Fell's snout as he crooned happily. "I'm Adira, and this is Fell, my companion." She dropped her hand and Fell started sniffing at Drake's feet curiously. "You owe me nothing. I don't know how or why we're here but Fell and I intend to escape. If that is also your goal, perhaps if we should work together."

Fell walked slowly around Drake, sniffing his wings curiously. They were very similar to dragon's wings and he was fascinated, however after inspecting the guy he finally walked back to Adira, standing behind her and pushing his head under her hand so that she would pet him. He was nervous about all of this. These new people (or humanoids, or whatevers) were powerful indeed, however he did not detect immediate hostility from either Drake or Khojin thus far, so he'd indicated this to Adira. He figured that if he hadn't indicated that they were not enemies, considering how wary and suspicious as Adira usually behaved towards new people, they would never make any allies.

"Have you any idea how you may have gotten here?" Adira asked Drake, still looking for any clues as to how they could escape.

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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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Stone tiles shifted on the arena floor as if something was trying to free itself from underground. All things considered this was odd, even given the current circumstances as floors simply did not move of their own accord.

Even odder was what immediately followed.

Two great curling horns burst from the ground, followed closely by the snarling helm attatched to them. Arms followed the helm not long after, and an armored torso was pulled from the ground. As the towering figure righted itself, bits of stone and dust fell away from glimmering plate armor and the figure cocked its head, seeming to listen to nothing at all.

The voice in their head was promptly ignored, nothing it said prompting much interest in the armor clad figure. What DID interest them however, was their current location. They had seen enough Arenas in their existence, and knew that Arenas were quite fun to visit. Even better to be IN one. The armor clad figure turned it's head to gaze about, though it possessed no eyes at all. All the same, it seemed to be able to see just fine.

And currently it seemed to be staring at everyone else present.