WAOA Arena

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The giant looked around as he strode into the lobby, once more stooping under the doorframe. His gaze settled on each one of the people inside, marking their location and appearance, then nodding his head in approval, curiosity aroused.
"Huh. I've woken in some strange places after the Grand Annulus before, but off-world? That must be a first. Where am I?"

 

[Chungus]

"I suppose you didn't hear the greeting upon entry?" The woman spoke, raising her voice slightly to make herself heard over others that spoke to one another in the lounge. While soft and pleasant, her voice was rather dark in tone. Turning away from the balcony, the woman turned towards the giant, and crossed her arms. "This is the, and I quote; "Evilington Interdimensional Arena"." While she didn't know what the giant reffered to with Grand Annulus, she didn't care enough to ask.

 

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"Interdimensional? Hmm..." The warrior- for he was clearly that- frowned deeply and sniffed the air. Squinting suspiciously about he came further into the room.
"No, I heard no greeting. I simply woke and found myself in that room. I suppose you are not a native?"

 

[Chungus]

The woman shook her head in response to the warrior's question, locks of hair swaying back and forth as she did. "No. I was brought here just a few moments ago... Or, abducted, I should say." As he walked further into the lounge, the warrior, with his animalistic instincts, would feel there was something very wrong about the woman, as she eminated some inhuman pressense, although he couldn't tell what or why. "And it appears I'm not the only one who's been abducted... I don't like this, not in the slightest."

 

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"So that's how it is, eh?" The man growled. "No way anyone could have got me out of The Fang without witchcraft. Whatever fool did this does not know what he's done." He glared around the room, looking for some sign of surveillance, wrinkling his nose in distaste. The woman did not give off an unpleasant aroma, but to him she smelled unclean. Abhorrent, in fact. Strange, as she was as fair as any woman he had seen. He recalled a time not so long ago when he might have sought to impress her with enthusiasm and smirked.
"And who are you, maiden? No Fenrisian, that much is certain."

 

[Chungus]

The woman raised an eyebrow at the mention of witchcraft, what she believed to be a supersticious claim furthering her believe the warrior was some barely civilised babarian. She didn't voice any such thoughts, however, instead smiling slightly. "I'm Solaris." She answered, in no hurry to reveal her true identity. Although a lie, the words rolled off her tongue fluently and naturally. "And. Who might you be?" She asked in turn, tilting her head slightly.

 

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The warrior grinned, revealing a pair of unusually long, sharp canines.
"Ragnar Haraldson, of the Great Company of Bran Redmaw, and blood claw of the Emperor's Space Wolves Chapter. Well met... Solaris."

 

[Chungus]

"Likewise." The woman now identifiable as Solaris said, uncrossing her arms, and giving a small curtst. Rising back to her full height of 5'9, she walked towards the bar, and looked over the drinks on offer, while keeping an eye on Ragnar by looking at his reflection on the glass bottles. "With things to your name like that, you must've seen your fair share of fighting."

 

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Ragnar's grin widened, though his yellow eyes were fixed on Solaris as she moved behind the bar, keeping her in his peripheral vision. Even without seeing her hands, every clink of glass when she began to choose a drink would be clear enough for him to know exactly how large, thick and full the bottle was without seeing it.
"Hah! I was a man of Fenris. There are no harder people in all the worlds of the Imperium. And since being accepted into the ranks of the great sky warriors, I have slain the enemies of man on a hundred planets, monsters that common men have nightmares of and pray that they never meet. When the filth that brought me here are torn apart and their little prison burned to ashes, it will be a good start to my saga."

 

[Chungus]

Looking the drinks over, Solaris eventually settled on a sweet white wine. While it occured to her the drinks might be spiked with a form of drug, she wasn't worried about it. Pouring the drink in a wine glass, she swirled it around twice, before bringing the glass to her lips, and taking a sip. Oddly, her lipstick wouldn't rub off on the glass. As she listened to Ragnar's response, a smile crept over her lips once more. She didn't seem suprised to hear Ragnar mention various planets. "When you do come before those responsible, don't slaughter then imediately, would you? I'd like to know how they pulled this little stunt off, pulling us all from different dimensions." She said, turning back to Ragnar, wrapping her left arm around her waist, while holding the glass with her right hand.

 

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"Does it matter how they did it? Or even why? That it happened at all suggests either heretical sorcery or fell xeno technology. Either case is reason enough to feed them to the crows." Ragnar replied, approaching the bar from the other side so that he and Solaris were standing face to sternum, with the bar between them. He picked up a couple of bottles of whiskey and eyed them with disdain, before popping the cork on one with a thumb and draining the contents in one long draught.
"Frostnut milk." He proclaimed contemptuously, making to toss the bottle aside, then changing his mind and placing it on the counter.

 

[Chungus]

"Yes, it does matter." Solaris stated with a single nod. Seeing Ragnar drink the contents of the whiskey bottle in one go, she raised an eyebrow in curiousity, blinking once and shaking her head lightly once he was done and set the bottle down, chalking him being able to drink all the liquor in one go without consequence up to his size. "Knowing how they did it lets us come up with a way to make sure it doesn't happen again. While you may not mind being brought to a place to fight others for whatever reason, I do. Greatly so." She explained, then paused to take a sip from her wine. "I'm not asking you to not deal with that as you see fit, I'm asking you to do so after they talked. After that, feel free to give them their just deserts."

 

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"Bedecking this room with their innards would go a long way to preventing that as well" Ragnar noted, draining the other whiskey bottle as well before shaking his head in disappointment and laying it aside. "Morkai's breath, not even strong enough to chase away the hangover. As you say. When we come face to face with these dead men, you may ask your questions before they get their just due. Question is, will we have to go looking for them, or will they be stupid enough to introduce themselves?"

 

[Chungus]

While watching Ragnar drink the contents of a second whiskey bottle, Solaris sat down, and crossed her legs, resting her left hand on her knee. When Ragnar finished drinking the second bottle, she figured there must be something more to his resistance to alcohol then sheer mass, although she held off on asking about it. "Given that they were able to pull this off, I doubt they'll be dumb enough to show themselves. And besides, looking for them would be quicker then waiting for them to come to us in the first place." She answered, then looked to the Tv screen in the lounge, showing the feed from the cameras in the arena itself. "It's safe to assume they're watching everything, so exposing and following the wiring from those cameras should lead us straight to them..."

 

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Ragnar shrugged and turned, walking over to the wall. "I suppose you're right. Might as well get started then." He looked down at his muscle-bound forearms as he went, which were covered with coarse black hairs. "Shame I don't have my armour and weapons. I've become quite fond of that chainsword." Tapping a finger experimentally against the wall and cocking his head to listen, he located a hollow spot and casually punched a fist into the wall. Pushing his hand further in through the spreading cloud of plaster and mortar he located a wire and gave it a tug, dragging it out and cracking a line through the plaster where the wire ran.

 

[Chungus]

Her eyes drifting back to Ragnar, Solaris looked on curiously as he punched through the wall and pulled the wire out. So, great strength, and quite possibly animalistic senses... You'll be one I'll have to watch, that is, if I don't get back quick enough. After taking another sip from her wine, Solaris swirled the liquid around. "A chainsword? What's that?" She questioned as she swirled the liquid around.

 

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"A holy design from the ancient Imperium." Ragnar answered without turning around, continuing to tear out the wire. "It is a one handed blade with rotating teeth powered by a promethium motor and is capable of chewing through the thickest of armour and flesh easily. A fine killing tool, and it has a good hearty roar to go with it."

 

[Chungus]

"I see... That indeed sounds effective." Solaris answered, feinging some interest where there was none. Finishing her drink, place the empty wine glass on the counter, and stood up, looking back to Ragnar as he tugged on the wire, exposing it until it reached the wall near the bar. "I wonder if it was deliberate that they brought you here without it."

 

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"Won't do them any good if it was." Ragnar grunted, glancing over his shoulder with a wolfish grin that once again showed off his gleaming fangs. "If I have to fight naked, so be it." He continued to tear out the wires a bit longer until they passed through the adjacent wall and kept going in the same direction. He sniffed in annoyance.

 

[Chungus]

"I'm sure that'll come as a nasty suprise to them." Solaris commented, a small smile coming to her own face. So eager to spill blood... You might end up being useful.

When Ragnar reached the wall, an anouncement came from the speakers in the ceiling of the lounge. "Mr. Haraldson, please stop with this vandalism. It has been tried before, and to no avail. If you wish to be returned to your own world, you'll have to compete in the arena, and become champion. In addition to being returned, one wish of your choosing will be granted."

Solaris looked up as the anouncement rang out, and scoffed after it was finished, not believing a word that was said.