WAOA Arena

[DotSlash]

Carmen let out a soft giggle. [color=bb0066] "Yes, quite. I'm a bit too simple, aren't I?" I've gotten a lot more loose since I've come here... [/color] She poured herself another drink and swirled the liquid in the glass, seeming to self-reflect for a bit.

 

[Chungus]

"I doubt it's as simple as that. You simply reminded me of someone I know. I asked those things to see just how much you two were alike. Turns out, you've more in common then I would've thought." Sephiroth answered as he stood up, picked up his glass, and walked over to the tap, filling half of it with water, the leaned against a wall.

 

[DotSlash]

Carmen smirked as she tilted her head so it rested on her free palm, pressing up on her cheek. [color=bb0066] "Is that so? Who would this person be, if you don't mind my inquiring?" [/color]

OoC: I'm off after the next post.

 

[Chungus]

"A brother in arms. He's the same rank as me. A SOLDIER, First Class. He's bold, yet earnest in everything he does. Although his near boundless energy could be grating, I respect him for this." Sephiroth explained. "I can almost say with certainty you and he would get along well."

 

[DotSlash]

Carmen nodded, smiling a bit to herself. [color=bb0066] "Maybe I'll be lucky enough to meet him someday." [/color] She calmly rose up out of her chair and turned to leave. [color=bb0066] "I'll go sleep the rest of my injuries off. Farewell, sir." [/color] With a flick of the tail, she flew off to her room to sleep.

 

[Chungus]

"Rest well." Sephiroth said with a nod before Carmen walked off. When she had left, Sephiroth walked over to the spectaor's galery and looked over the arena. I wonder if my theory is correct. I supose I'll need to fight more to find out. After emptying his glass, Sephiroth walked back to the lounge, washed the glass, then returned to his suite.

 

[Knife-28]

"Final Fantasy!" Knife suddenly says, clapping his hands together and leaning back in his seat. "That's where Mr Silvery hair's from!" He says to to no one in particular.

 

[Random berk]

In the lounge overlooking the arena, the High Elf lord Drayven stood quietly, leaning on the back of a sofa with his slender hands clasped on the backrest. He watched as Dromaeus stalked silently around in the arena, glaring sullenly up at the few spectators who were gathered early to watch the day's events.

 

[DotSlash]

Carmen let out a light yawn as she made her way into the lounge. Seeing someone new and pointy eared in the room, she floated over and waved toward him. [color=bb0066] ...At least he's not a human. "Hello there, sir. What's your name?" [/color]

[hr]

Rex eventually walked his way out into the Arena, hands in pockets.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Laguna and Diana were in the lounge, watching Drom on the screen.
"Why's he even down there? No-one in there but him." Laguna said seconds before Rex walked in. "...ok, nevermind."
"Perhaps he longs for battle, or perhaps the beast grows tired of his cage."

 

[Random berk]

Drayven glanced around at Carmen as she approached, expression typically passive and benign.

"I am Lord Drayven Lif Ame, of Tamriel." He replied, straightening up, turning to her and bowing at the waist. As he spoke, he heard Diane sneer at Dromaeus's pacing and glanced at her.

"The Argonians are no beasts, despite their exotic appearance. They are a very different people to mine or yours, but they have just as many remarkable individuals among their numbers."

As Rex approached, Dromaeus turned his elongated head to face him, blazing predatory eyes fixed on him like those of a snake hypnotising a bird.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

"Well, from what I've seen of this particular Argonian they are certainly different to my people. For instance, my people have manners."
Laguna rolled his eyes, then turned to Drayven. [sub]"Just ignore her."[/sub]

 

[DotSlash]

Rex just stared blankly back at Drom as he stopped a paces away from the Argonian. [color=000066] "Looks like you just want to get straight into it." [/color] He calmly shifted into a fighting stance, still staring. [color=000066] "My name's Rex. What's yours?" [/color]

[hr]

Carmen calmly bowed in response to Drayven. [color=bb0066] "Carmen St. Luna, Lieutenant General of Hell. A pleasure, Lord Drayven." [/color] She smirked a bit at what Diana had said. [color=bb0066] "Any caged animal tends to get more violent. I'm sure that chair you unwillingly burned was proof of that." [/color]

 

[Random berk]

Drayven's lip twitched as he contemplated Dromaeus, watching the way that he swaggered around the arena and stared down the people around him.

"I admit, this one does not have the bearing of a scholar." He noted. "His attire is closer to that of a common bandit, and he has the frame of one who makes his living in the fields, or with a sword in his hand. Look at how he scrutinises those people in the stands. He regards them as prey. He knows that they are soft, and believes them to be nothing but throats to be cut and purses to be seized." This said, he returned his attention to Carmen.

"A military officer, eh? You are still in service, I assume?"

Dromaeus continued to stare down Rex, his eyes twitching as he sized him up.

"My name is Dromaeus." He hissed after a moment. "And yes, I find my scales itching. I have been idle amongst these... rodents for too long. I want to kill."

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Diana merely scowled at Carmen, then spoke to Drayven. "He has the air of a babarian, and he has done little to convince me otherwise. Why should the rest of his kind differ?"

 

[DotSlash]

Carmen nodded a small bit. [color=bb0066] "Yes... once I leave this place, I'll be moving back into the theatre of war." [/color] She looked over at Drom and Rex on the screen. [color=bb0066] "What do you see all those others then, Lord Drayven? I can't say I disagree with that way of thinking." [/color]

[hr]

Rex nodded a bit before extending an fist toward Drom, waiting for the Argonian to touch knuckles. [color=000066] "Then I won't make you wait. Let's get started." [/color]

 

[Kirke]

Tophat entered the lobby just in time to hear Diana's last comment.
"And humans are not all arrogant fools. Lets not judge an entire race on one induvidual, shall we?"

 

[Random berk]

Drayven turned his piercing, intelligent eyes on Diana.

"Do all of your people share precisely the same beliefs and the same temperament? My race does not. The humans of Tamriel are just as diverse. Why should you believe that all the members of a single race are brutal highwaymen and cutthroats, having met only one of them?" He turned to Carmen.

"I believe that it is an unfortunate fact of life that there are those who would predate on those who cannot or would not do them harm. The rest of us who have the power should stand between them where we can."

Dromaeus did not reach out to touch knuckles, and instead drew his sword, hefting his iron shield and baring his teeth before lunging forward at Rex to smash the shield's face into his chest.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Diana was quiet for a moment as Drayven and Tophat spoke, then sat down and watched the fight. Laguna scoffed. "I think you managed to get her to shut up. Nice one."

 

[DotSlash]

Rex sighed a small bit as Drom ignored his gesture. The man allowed the shield to connect with him, sliding back a small bit before almost immediately getting up, shrugging the impact off. He casually walked forward while the chain on his arm transmuted into its gauntlet form. [color=000066] [small] "So much for being nice..." [/small] [/color]

[hr]

Carmen looked over toward Drayven and back toward the screen. [color=bb0066] "I suppose, but why not just help the other become strong themselves rather than protect them?" [/color]