As Ragnar knelt down to Kenna's level, he may notice her pupils begin to shrink to pinpoints. She stood, one transformed hand on her chest over her injured rib.
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Kenna blinked a few times before her eyes returned to normal. "Yeah... you win... let's get this checked." She held one still-transformed hand to her wound as she slowly walked to the arena exit.
Kenna took a few deep breaths and closed her eyes, arms slowly but surely reverting back to normal. "I'm fine. Well, I will be once this is fixed."
"Alright. Wait, don't they usually send people in to provide aid after these fights?" Ragnar asked, looking around.
As if summoned by Ragnar's words, a team of medics appeared and the Arena began to fade into light. "Speak of the devil..." The medics split into two teams, one healing up Kenna and the other healing Ragnar.
Ragnar waved his team of medics away and gestured to Kenna.
"Look to her. I am fine, nothing that I wouldn't expect to get in a typical night of drinking." He stretched slowly and grimaced.
"Plenty that I wouldn't have expected to get here though..."
"Look to her. I am fine, nothing that I wouldn't expect to get in a typical night of drinking." He stretched slowly and grimaced.
"Plenty that I wouldn't have expected to get here though..."
"Possible. I still anticipate that people will think you're reffering to the viscodity of your body, rather then species however. You have to keep the ignorance of people in mind, afterall." Solaris commented with a slight chuckle. After Pix had finished making the indentation on the arm, Solaris lowered it, and began etching a smaller transmutation circle into the inner side of the forearm. "I have to wonder, though. Why didn't your people come up with a name for themselves earlier?"
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A new arival appeared in one of the reception chambers, stumbling around in the darkness. Once the lights flashed on, they moaned, and covered their eyes with their left arm. It was revealed the new arival was a young boy, possibly ten years of age.
He had short black hair and mauve eyes. He wore a white shirt with an salmon-coloured tie, with a closed buttoned blue shirt over that, brown shorts that cut off just above the knee, a pair of white socks that reached to just below the calves, and a pair of brown loafers.
Following the instructions, the boy made his way to his suite, spending some time looking around there, before moving on and making his way into the lounge, a perplexed expression on his face all the while.
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A new arival appeared in one of the reception chambers, stumbling around in the darkness. Once the lights flashed on, they moaned, and covered their eyes with their left arm. It was revealed the new arival was a young boy, possibly ten years of age.
He had short black hair and mauve eyes. He wore a white shirt with an salmon-coloured tie, with a closed buttoned blue shirt over that, brown shorts that cut off just above the knee, a pair of white socks that reached to just below the calves, and a pair of brown loafers.
Following the instructions, the boy made his way to his suite, spending some time looking around there, before moving on and making his way into the lounge, a perplexed expression on his face all the while.
As the child looked around the lounge curiously, he looked over the various people present there with various levels of starry-eyed amazement. When Elric looked down to him and spoke, the child looked up to the visor of his helmet in turn. At first, he looked a little intimudated, but this quickly was replaced by the starry-eyed amazement once again. [color=915f6d]"Cooool!"[/color] He exclaimed as he ran towards Elric and looked up. [color=915f6d]"A robot! An actual robot!"[/color] As he looked up to Elric, the child had a bright smile on his face, and shook his closed fists, which he held close to his chest, up and down with excitement.
The child laughed as Elric patted him on the head, before looking mildly disappointed at the mention Elric wasn't a robot, although he cheered up almost imediately. [color=915f6d]"Oh... Well you still look cool, though!"[/color] he exclaimed giddily. [color=915f6d]"If you're not a robot, what are you then? Are you a space alien? Do you have one of those awesome flying saucer things?!"[/color] He asked, speaking quickly before taking a breath and speaking more before Elric could respond to the questions the child had asked. [color=915f6d]"I'm Selim! Who're you?"[/color]
[color=915f6d]"Hi!"[/color] Selim said happily after Elric introduced himself, giving a cheery wave with both his hands. [color=915f6d]"So if you're a cyborg, that means you have automail, right? What kind of models do you have? And you said you're from the New Canadian Order? What's a Canadian? Why is it the new order? What happened to the old one?"[/color] Selim continued to ask excitedly while gazing up to Elric. There were a plethora of questions still coming Elric's way, when the anouncer cut Selim off from his question bombardment.
"Selim Bradley, you're required to participate in a fight. Please make your way to the arena, or face the consequence."
Selim looked around the room more when the anouncer spoke, much of his giddy exciment gone when the anouncement ended. [color=915f6d]"But... I don't wanna fight..."[/color] He said, mostly speaking to himself.
"Selim Bradley, you're required to participate in a fight. Please make your way to the arena, or face the consequence."
Selim looked around the room more when the anouncer spoke, much of his giddy exciment gone when the anouncement ended. [color=915f6d]"But... I don't wanna fight..."[/color] He said, mostly speaking to himself.
Rex had been hanging in the lounge for some time now, so he heard Selim's problem. He angrily accosted the announcer while walking over to the boy, demanding that Selim should not have to fight.
The anouncer paid Rex's foul-mouthing and demands no mind, not responding.
Selim, meanwhile, seemed to largely forgot his problems as he looked up to Rex as he approached, gazing to the man and his flashly neon cyborg implants with returning starry-eyed amazement.
Selim, meanwhile, seemed to largely forgot his problems as he looked up to Rex as he approached, gazing to the man and his flashly neon cyborg implants with returning starry-eyed amazement.
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Rex looked down a Selim and smiled a but to try and reassure him. "...Come on then, kid. We'll figure this out." he said as he patted him on the head. He then tried to lead the boy out of the lounge.
Rex looked down a Selim and smiled a but to try and reassure him. "...Come on then, kid. We'll figure this out." he said as he patted him on the head. He then tried to lead the boy out of the lounge.
[color=915f6d]"Uhh..."[/color] Selim began as Rex tried to lead him away, tracing the toes of his right foot in a sweeping motion across the floor. He looked from Rex, to Elric, who appeared to stand motionless. Selim attributed this to being the behaviour of a space alien, and decided to let Elric be, while mad fantasies ran through his head. [color=915f6d]"My dad says I'm not supposed to go with strangers. [sub]Even strangers with awesome automail..."[/sub][/color] He added, looking back to Rex, mumbling the last part under his breath.
"I'm sergeant Rex Power Colt. Nice to meet you Selim." Rex said as he crouched down and reached out with his robohand, thinking the boy would get a kick out of shaking it.