WAOA Arena

[Slenn]

<color=purple>"This is the entrance to the Arena. As to what universe it belongs to is anyone's guess. My name is Gwen. I was looking for someone to do a light one on one match. Who might you be?"

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"You're lucky that language wasn't directed at my sister, Sara. This is the Arena. Perhaps the bird had... hmmm... the ability to seal wounds quickly. Or maybe they shrugged off the pain with their own endorphins. And my name Emily, or EMily. And you are?"

 

[Zepherus14]

"My name is Mistletoe, but- Arena did you say?" Mistletoe said as she took another look around the large space. "I don't think I understand, what light match are we talking about? Like one of those boxing matches Mariqué talks about?" Mistletoe asked.

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[color=00c0c0]"Is that supposed to be a threat?"[/color] Jinzi commented at EMily's quip about Sara. [color=00c0c0]"I already heard this was an Arena, but why am I here? Where's Azmot, why can't I reach him?"[/color] She asked, ignoring giving her name for the moment.

 

[Slenn]

Gwen chuckled a little at Mistletoe's charm.
<color=purple>"Nice to meet you Mistletoe. Well, the arena's rules are such that matches are to be finished only if there is a sound defeat. There can be no early surrenders. Who's Mariqué?"

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<color=brown>"It's an advisory." Sara said with an unfaltering face, adjusting her glasses with one hand and holding her sword with the other.

EMily gestured to Sara.
"She doesn't like foul language is all. As for why you're here, I'm not the person to ask. Although I can tell you that this isn't my first time here. My only guess is that you were plucked from your home universe into the place."

She paused for a bit.
"Do you mind if I ask who's Azmot? And what's your name?" She said kindly, hoping that the question would get her attention this time.

 

[Zepherus14]

"Nice to meet you too. And Mariqué is just a friend of a friend." She answered back, looking a little apprehensive on the rules Gwen was describing. "What does this 'sound defeat' mean?" She asked, air quoting with the sound defeat.

Although Gwen was out of range of its effects for now, if she approached much more to Mistletoe, Gwen would feel a sort of warm fuzzy feeling about herself, like her problems weren't so bad, and every situation had a silver lining that could be brought to counter a bad situation. One could call it a mild joy aura.

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[color=00c0c0]"Says the one with a sword?"[/color] Jinzi comment back to Sara, her head not moving to look over to Sara as she spoke to her. [color=00c0c0]"So EMily was it, your expecting me to believe some wackjob just up and plucked me out of my house..?"[/color] Jinzi answered back, her guns lowering slightly, although it was clear she still didn't trust the two.

When asked for her name, Jinzi would pause herself, not sure if she wanted to disclose such information, but when considering that the announcer somehow knew her name, she figured the secret was out already. [color=00c0c0]"Jinzi, Azmot Rolmer is my husband."[/color]

 

[Slenn]

<color=purple>"It's sort of a 'checkmate' condition for defeat. You can only accept defeat if there's nothing else you can do to win the match."

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<color=brown>"We've had guns at our heads before. Don't think the maid headbands on our heads are just for show."

"We're not enemies okay? I'm not trying to kill you right now. We're trying to investigate why a portal to this universe showed up in my universe again, alright? So it's a mystery for everyone."

 

[Zepherus14]

"And... what would I have to win, exactly?" Mistletoe asked, not sounding entirely convinced on the idea until she heard what the answer to that question was.

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[color=00c0c0]"You know, normally I would laugh in your face for a comment like that Sara... but given what that bird from hell did, I think I believe you."[/color] Jinzi commented, lowering her guns for a moment before holstering them to her hips. [color=00c0c0]"Ooooookay, sorry"[/color] Jinzi moaned rather unimpressed by EMily's plead for Jinzi to lower her weapons. [color=00c0c0]"What do you expect me to think when I'm wisked away from everything and put in a place with a people I have no idea about? A hugging party is not exactly high up there, let me tell you."[/color] Jinzi said before she started to finally look more relaxed.

[color=00c0c0]"So do you have any leads yet, or is this a recent thing for you too?"[/color] Jinzi asked, before her mouth slowly opened. [color=00c0c0]"Wait, that's that room I was in with that fuzzball and birdbrain before!"[/color] She commented as she pointed one arm at the screen displaying Mistletoe in the arena.

 

[Slenn]

<color=purple>"You have to win a fight with another person in the arena."

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"Well, I and my sister, Gwen, have been to alternate universes. And we've been to this one before as well. Most of the time other people come here out of nowhere. But they all tend to be good fighters one way or another."

<color=green>"Ah, yes. This place is televised. But for whom, we don't know. This whole place is automated."

 

[Zepherus14]

[color=00c0c0]"I guess I could take that as a complement, although..."[/color] Jinzi said as she scratched her chin with her upper left arm, her bottom pair on her hips. [color=00c0c0]"That could explain why Azmot wasn't here~"[/color] Jinzi mused quietly to herself, a wide grin appearing across her face, going much farther up her cheeks than a normal human mouth would allow.

[color=00c0c0]"So you were watching my fight with that bird then, Greenie?"[/color] Jinzi asked after Winona made herself known, Jinzi not knowing her name.

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"But how? Getting knocked out or something? Pinning?" Mistletoe asked, her question not really getting answered from Gwen.

 

[Slenn]

<color=purple>"I assume so. Ask the automated announcer guy. He seems to be everywhere. At least I think it's a he." Gwen said, wondering out loud, pointing her eyes up into the air.

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<color=green>"Yes, that's correct. It looked like that guy disappeared or something. I dunno where though. He did surrender quite early." The tiny voice shrugged. <color=green>"Oh yeah, and my name's Winona. I don't blame you for being hostile on people you don't know after being transported here. So for that I forgive you." She said kindly.

"But we are not hostile. As I said, this place is a mystery for everyone. We're just trying to explain that we don't intend to start a fight with you."

OOC: captcha:
blinded by science.

 

[Demonjazz]

There was man who materialized into the locker room, a large flash of light, and everything accompanying him. He didn't seem fazed at all by the the fact that he was in some death arena. In fact he seemed happier than ever. The man was not a large man, being about 5'8, and not of a stocky build. What muscle he did have was very toned, and firm. Very military looking, seeming to have become accustom to lugging around large equipment with him, and routinely doing drills. In fact at the moment he was carrying around a rather wicked looking chainsword, a shotgun that appeared to be bought from a rather inexpensive store, and an unimpressive hunting rifle on his back, with plentiful amounts of ammo attached through out what he was wearing. What he was wearing in question was combat pants, and boots seeming to be of marine origin although if one were to look closely they had very neat stitching saying "Replica". Above that he was wearing a rather cheap looking kevlar vest which in very very very tiny stitching as if the vest itself was almost embarrassed of it, it read "Gabe's Gaming Palace" with the name in contrast to it being in big white lettering stating "Apollo Mctaggart". On his left wrist was a wristband with the letters "WWDGD" written on it
The man had started to pilfer the lockers taking anything new he could find, and taking any ammo out of anything that wasn't new. He was talking to himself. "Guns! Guns! Guns! GUNS! Oh dear god! There's so many guns! I can't even believe that some of this stuff even exists! There's just so many guns!" He said before opening one locker, and stopping in front of it knelling to the ground. He reached into the locker and delicately grabbed the gun as if it was a newborn child. He had tears in as he held up a gun that was nearly half his size. It required to be strapped to your shoulders to even fire the gun. The gun it's self was adorned with several futuristic dodads, and glowy things on it like out of some 50's sci-fi. Between sobs he said "... This is*Sniff* The*Sniff* Greatest Thing*Sniff* to ever exist" Tears of joy streaming down his face

 

[ShindoL Shill]

A female figure appeared in an empty arena, wearing dark clothes made from the same material as 21st century military uniforms, and muddy, brown boots. Over her uniform, the new arrival was wearing a black, wool trench coat, with St Andrew's cross sewn onto the shoulders. On her back was a bolt-action rifle, and hanging on her left hip was a short sword. Additionally, hanging from her belt were a number of Molotov cocktails.
The woman stood upright, revealing herself to be around 1.7m tall, with an athletic build. Her hair was orange-red, and cut short. An observant person would likely notice that her hair had not been cut neatly, as she had done it herself without a mirror.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Opposite the apparently very Scottish woman was a relatively short young woman, in a lightly armoured tunic and a mask. She saw her opponent, and drew a long sword, taking her mask off and hanging it at her belt.

Spoiler: Lucina

 

[Zepherus14]

"Automated announcer guy?" Mistletoe asked a bit surprised as she looked up expecting some sort of voice. "Uh... hello?" She hesitantly called out.

"Contestants will in this match will be set against each other to try and drop them to the tar hazard below the arena stage. Whatever the means of achieving said goal are to the discretion of the combatants. A winner will be decided when either a combatant falls or is otherwise restricted from further action." The announcer proclaimed. As he talked however a mechanism of sorts appeared behind Gwen to push her into the arena itself before the doors closed behind her.

Combatants of Gwen Mason and Mistletoe of Canada are ready. Beginning arena generation​

"W-W-What! I didn't say if I agreed to this yet!" Mistletoe protested, although she quickly shut up as the arena morphed around them.

The arena then shifted as the metal was replaced with all things sweet. The platform they were now on would resemble a large birthday cake, covered in primarily fondant, but also giant strawberries, frosting, lit candles and many colours of the rainbow. The boundaries seemed to consist of a dome a ways out from the radius of the cake, and a cylindrical drop that would eventually lead to a swirling mess of taffy of a red and purple. Many clouds of cotton candy floated in between the cake and the dome, some containing things like giant gummy bears or smaller cake platforms on them. The dome itself had a sky mosaic across it which simulated a glass roof look while still looking like it was made out of candy. Additionally from the dome there were pipes coming from it for which more taffy seemed to be continually pouring from.

Overall there would be a great deal of material floating around for Gwen to be able to fling at Mistletoe, even if you took away what was on the cake or the cotton candy clouds.

"Whoa." She managed to breath out as she eyes were wide, looking at the dramatic scene change of the arena. "Y-you're seeing this too, right Gwen? I'm not going mental, am I?" She asked, not sure what she should think in this situation.

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[color=00c0c0]"And how exactly would you be expecting me to know that? I'm not a mind reader. Fuck, at least Winona's got the right idea"[/color] Jinzi stated back, not enjoying the lecturing from EMily. Although not obvious due to her looking at the monitor with her face, Jinzi was diverting her attention to each individual as they added their two cents to the conversation. [color=00c0c0]"So I'm guessing your sisters with this EMily and the rest of her kin, Winona? Great to see a person with a good head on their shoulders."[/color]

[color=00c0c0]"Aaaand now I'm hungry, why didn't I get an arena like that!?"[/color] Jinzi exclaimed as the arena become the candy explosion it now was.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

Seeing the other new arrival draw her sword, the Scot responded by doing the same. She lowered her body, looking around for cover. Suddenly, the arena changed to a ruined city, covered in plant life with crumbling walls and litter covering the cracked streets. Overhead hung a starry sky, with a new moon.

Fighters have entered the arena! Lucina will be fighting Kirstin Paterson!​

Once the announcement rang out, Kirstin moved towards the shadows of a building. Her sword, composed of both steel and silver, glinted in the dim light.

Spoiler: Fight Music

Contestants, commence battle!​

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Seeing the glint of the blade head to a building, Lucina followed, sheathing her sword and moving quickly and quietly to try and sneak up on her opponent.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

Kirstin kept her eyes on Lucina, as she entered the building through the doorless entryway. Kirstin sheathed her sword, and removed the rifle from her back. She raised it, keeping it trained on the door as she backed further into the building.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Lucina, seeing her stealthy tactics didn't work, decided to stop at the doorway, ducking behind a wall when she saw Kirstin draw some new weapon. Not knowing what it was, she decided to wait for now.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

Kirstin fired as soon as she spotted Lucina, however she was expecting her opponent to actually enter the building. As such, the bullet would miss Lucina completely, or at most graze her arm. The loud noise, which would be followed by Kirstin cursing, may startle Lucina.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Lucina was grazed by the bullet. At least she had some idea of what it was now: like a bow, but a lot faster and more painful. She winced, readying her sword but not stupid enough to charge headlong at a ranged enemy.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

Kirstin chambered a new round, keeping an eye on the door. When Lucina stayed back, Kirstin shouldered the rifle and drew her sword again. Quickly, the Scot ran up the stairs, and made her way to the front of the building. When she got there, Kirstin opened a window and dropped down.
If Lucina had stayed outside, Kirstin would attempt to drop on top of her opponent. If Lucina had entered the building, however, Kirstin would simply drop and roll away from the wall, not very gracefully.