WAOA Arena

[Gearhead mk2]

"...then can I have it back please?" Kenna asked, irritated.

 

[Demonjazz]

"It's there on the table. You can get it yourself!"

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Kenna picked up the gun, placing it back in the bag, then sat back down at the bar and resumed her drink.

 

[Demonjazz]

The Belmont continued to clean his weapons of blood and etc.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Kenna emptied her water glass, then traded it in for something a bit harder.

OoC: Mind if I intro someone new?

 

[Demonjazz]

The Belmont continued to drink his ale.
OOC: Nope!

 

[Gearhead mk2]

A new arrival walked through the door, with heavy metal footsteps and a faint hydraulic hiss. It was someone in a suit of powered armour, mostly orange, tall and with gigantic spherical shoulder pads. The right arm had a cannon in place of a forearm, and the face was hidden behind a mirrored green visor. The figure looked around, arm cannon raised cautiously.

 

[Demonjazz]

The Belmont brought another list out of his pockets "... Are you a golem, automaton, god in a machine, or enchanted armour?"

 

[Gearhead mk2]

The figure turned and looked at Belmont, lowering the arm cannon and staring at him from behind the visor.

 

[Demonjazz]

"... I'll give you a one more chance to answer before I attack you."

 

[Gearhead mk2]

The visor on the helmet depolarised, becoming transparent and allowing a view of the face of the person inside the armour. It was a woman, with blue eyes and a single lock of blonde hair resting on her forehead, the rest of her face, hair and head hidden by the helmet.

 

[Demonjazz]

"Good enough answer for me. Weird looking armour you got there though Miss"

 

[Gearhead mk2]

The woman's visor repolarised, and she rested her hand on her cannon idly.

 

[Demonjazz]

"Sure ain't the talkative type are ya, miss?"

 

[Gearhead mk2]

The woman shook her head.

 

[Demonjazz]

"That sure is pretty interesting mam."

 

[Gearhead mk2]

The woman grabbed the back of her helmet, taking it off and shaking her head, fully showing her face and letting her hair down. "Samus."

 

[Demonjazz]

"Hugo Belmont. Son of the famous Simon Belmont... Still going to call you, mam"

 

[Gearhead mk2]

"How come you're polite to her?" Kenna asked, confused and slightly insulted.

 

[Demonjazz]

"Do I need a reason?"