WAOA Arena

[DotSlash]

[color=80bb00] "Normally, I'd be gung-ho for this and it's not like I don't trust you..." [/color] Pix said, looking toward the doorway [color=80bb00] "...but I feel there are too many variables in this case... I'd hate for all this effort to get blown back in our faces." ....Though it would be more your face than mine... [/color] Seeing Solaris' smile, Pix's doubtful expression went back to more of an amused one. [color=80bb00] "...Or I may just be overthinking things. A zealot's behavior should be constant enough to bet on, as you've said." [/color]

 

[Chungus]

"Precisely so. His zeal alone is enough to play on, and everything acting like a raving lunatic either in or outside battle will only push him further to where he want to be." Solaris commented as she took off her boots, and laid on her back on the bed. "Then, there are two scenarios. Either many of our advesaries fall, or he does. either way, us, the ones who can stop and think, will grasp the long end of the stick. After that, depending on how many are still left standing, we'll adjust our plans."

 

[Random berk]

OOC: @Solaris: and @Pix: Oh you silly creatures, thinking that a Space Wolf won't do exactly the opposite of what he's supposed to do because 'fuck you' if the notion takes him.

 

[DotSlash]

The goo girl chuckled as she heard Solaris' reply. [color=80bb00] "True enough... It seems the higher-ups made sure to grab psychos over anything else... I have to commend them on that if anything." [/color]

Pix simply nodded in response. [color=80bb00] "...Planning on placing any bets on who'll live and who'll die, then Solaris? I know that silver haired woman and that other alien are probably on the 'kill' list, but what of the others?" [/color]

[hr]

Vera blinked blankly at Patrick's reply. [color=00aa44] "Acknowledged." [/color] The girl took another swig of bourbon and then placed the bottle back onto the bar before heading out of the lounge.

 

[Random berk]

Ragnar back and forth in the lounge at a casual, yet very long pace, ruminating over the things that Solaris had told him.

 

[Chungus]

OoC @Berk: "Well then, I suppose plan B will have to come into play."

"Yes. It makes things more easy for me by a large amount, plus, it makes for some entertainment." solaris responded. In response to Pix's question, Solaris hummed softly, bringing a finger to her mouth. "Well... I'm willing to bed that humanoid tortoise will be killed as well. The same applies for someone in white armour I saw on the screen. The beast woman is likely to die, too. My little ally is likely to survive, at least, until the time comes I'll have to take her out of the equation... As for everyone else? I don't know. I haven't gotten a good read on any of them." She commented. Shifting on the bed, Solaris laid on her side, facing Pix, and resting her head on her left arm. "What do you think?"

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Kenna, who had taken a short rest in her room, now returned to the lounge, flopping over one of the seats like a contented cat.

 

[Random berk]

Ragnar heard someone enter the room and flop on the chairs, but didn't have to turn around before he picked up the scent. Though it was no different from any human, he had been here long enough to get an idea of the subtleties between each person.
I always thought the Wulfen would smell more bestial even before they turned. She seems so normal, even in that respect... Sighing quietly, he stopped and then turned around.
"Ah. Kenna. Well met."

 

[DotSlash]

[color=80bb00] "The tortoise was a given definitely... I also see that priest not making it far either." [/color] Pix commented, rubbing one hand with her chin. [color=80bb00] "The beast girl's not gonna make it either... and neither is your ally.... I'm calling a full out bloodbath aside from that armored freak our good knight managed to kill. And when the rematch between those two happens, they'll probably kill one another... We'll just need to sit back and relax until then." [/color]

Looking back to Solaris, Pix shrugged a bit. [color=80bb00] "Would've been more fun to have caused them to be psychos ourselves, but can't really complain in this case, right?" [/color]

[hr]

Ness blinked and waved at both Kenna and Ragnar as they walked in before getting back into her game.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

"Hey Ragnar." Kenna said, looking up from her spot at the space marine, then waving at Ness.

 

[Chungus]

"That is my preffered method of doing things in situations like this. As much as I enjoy bathing in a river of blood, it's simply not the wisest thing to do in most cases." Solaris commented. "And to have caused that? Yes, that certainly would've been more amusing. However, that's simply not feasible here. Being this short on space, with everyone living close to one another, fingers would quickly point towards us when they start talking. It's best to focus on a few induviduals at a time, rather then set everyone against one another at once."

 

[Random berk]

Ragnar leaned against the bar, not knowing what to say to Kenna, or even whether he should just try to destroy her, and wished more than anything that arena had some kegs of mjod on tap.
Fuck it... Slinging an arm over the bar he grabbed two large bottles of spirits- not even glancing to see what they were- and uncorked one with his teeth. Swigging it down in a single draught, he went to sit near Kenna.
"So... you've told me a little about earth when we last met, about its architecture and such. What is the wildlife like, in your time? Were there many animals around? Kraken? Bears? Wolves?" The last had a brief pause before he said it.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

"Well, I live in the city, so I don't see much wildlife." Kenna said, noticing his pause but deciding to pretend she hadn't. "I don't think bears are in the same state as me, and there's no such thing as Krakens as far as I know. Wolves, the only time I've even heard of them is watching nature documentaries and when I met a friend of a friend that did some hunting."

 

[Random berk]

"I see... he must have had some experience with them then? Were they as large as wolves on Fenris, I wonder." Ragnar asked, still struggling to think of something to say, and not entirely sure of how to approach the conversation. He didn't even know if he wanted to get Kenna to slip up and reveal her condition, or if he needed to.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

"I don't remember." Kenna said nonchalantly. "I'm not really into hunting, and I didn't pay much attention."

 

[Random berk]

Ragnar nodded and hummed to himself thoughtfully to himself.
"Probably not." He said, as though to himself. "Fenrisian wolves -and particularly thunderwolves- are enormous. And savage. Though none more so than the ones that used to be men."

 

[Outisakanobody]

Pat silently listened to Ragnar and Kenna.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Kenna sat up at "used to be men". "Wait... what? Some of those were people?"

 

[Random berk]

"Aye." Ragnar replied with a grave nod. "You remember I told you about our tradition of drinking from the Cup of Wulfen to imbibe the Primarch's geneseed, and only those who survived the side effects would return to The Fang from the wilderness of Asaheim? Some of those who do not come back, but not all. Many are changed completely by the Canis Helix. Many become Wulfen, savage, mindless thunderwolves who roam the wilderness and kill anything that comes into their territory. All Space Wolves carry a little of the Wulfen in them for the rest of their lives. Even if they return from Asaheim triumphant, some change decades, even centuries later in the heat of battle."

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Kenna was horrified, stuck staring at Ragnar for a moment before looking away. [sub]"Jesus..."[/sub]