WAOA Arena
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OoC: @Berk Rest assured, if I had the chance now and everyone was ok with it, I would be back in VI in nanoseconds.
@All You ok with me playing Laguna?
@All You ok with me playing Laguna?
The man, whose age was hard to determine by sight but who appeared to be in his late twenties to early thirties, shrugged and turned away from the window, twisting his neck with a series of audible cracks as he did so. Topping up his drink at the bar he went out into the hallway, lighting a cigarette as he went. Ever alert, he gazed hard all around him as he walked, mainaining an awareness of his surroundings.
OOC: @Gear Well, well aware of that. And I don't see it happening. You might as well take this while it's going. So yeah, go ahead.
OOC: @Gear Well, well aware of that. And I don't see it happening. You might as well take this while it's going. So yeah, go ahead.
With no one walking into the arena at the moment, Carmen calmly laid herself down on the ground, looking up at the ceiling. Her pose was a little less than ladylike, but she didn't seem to mind as she waited for her next challenger.
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Rex was watching and coughed a bit as Carmen laid down. "Chri-" He felt a sharp pain in his head as he almost said that holy name. "Oh, right... demon... can't say that stuff anymore. Still, why the hell is she always like this?"
@Gear: Of course.
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Rex was watching and coughed a bit as Carmen laid down. "Chri-" He felt a sharp pain in his head as he almost said that holy name. "Oh, right... demon... can't say that stuff anymore. Still, why the hell is she always like this?"
@Gear: Of course.
A long haired-man stepped out a previously empty suite. He looked around, stretching a bit, then headed down the passageway into the lounge.
The man in the shirt and leather jacket stopped in the hallway, frowning.
"Where the fuck is everyone?" He muttered to himself, his accent Irish, but his pronunciation of the words unplaceable to any one country. He sniffed the air and glanced at the nearest door, the locker room. There was no sign, but he recognised the smell of a gym or barracks easily enough. Without thinking he immediately strode forward and pushed the door open. On seeing Carmen lying on the ground however he cursed and instinctively looked away.
"Ah, shit. Sorry, wrong locker room." He blustered, beginning to pull back and shut the door.
"Where the fuck is everyone?" He muttered to himself, his accent Irish, but his pronunciation of the words unplaceable to any one country. He sniffed the air and glanced at the nearest door, the locker room. There was no sign, but he recognised the smell of a gym or barracks easily enough. Without thinking he immediately strode forward and pushed the door open. On seeing Carmen lying on the ground however he cursed and instinctively looked away.
"Ah, shit. Sorry, wrong locker room." He blustered, beginning to pull back and shut the door.
Carmen looked up at the man who walked in and looked confused. [color=bb0066] "Hmm...? Oh... these rooms are co-ed, you don't need to be embarrassed... That wasn't your first time seeing something like that... was it?" [/color] She cooed half-sleepily as she rose up to a kneeling position, her legs finally closed.
"Huh? Oh. Right. Of course." The man said before stepping inside and closing the door behind him. He chuckled awkwardly at the second question, and a shadow of a cocky grin crossed his face.
"First time? Oh, hell no. Well... first time in a long time yeah, but- argh, sorry, you just don't expect to walk into a room and... you know." He ran a hand across his stubbled scalp, clearly somewhat embarrassed despite the grin.
"So, uh... what's with the Circus Maximus out there?" He said, gesturing at the door. "I can't say I remember going to sleep in a place like this."
"First time? Oh, hell no. Well... first time in a long time yeah, but- argh, sorry, you just don't expect to walk into a room and... you know." He ran a hand across his stubbled scalp, clearly somewhat embarrassed despite the grin.
"So, uh... what's with the Circus Maximus out there?" He said, gesturing at the door. "I can't say I remember going to sleep in a place like this."
The long haired man walked past the lounge, coming across the entrance to the lockers. Seeing people in there, heo kncoked on the doorframe. "Um... hello? Am I interupting something?"
Carmen waved toward the long haired man walking in with a small smile, her wings flapped a bit as she stood herself up straight. [color=bb0066] "No.. you're not." [/color] Turning back to the Irish-accented man, Carmen calmly explained. [color=bb0066] "You both have been transported into an arena for sheer bloodsport. There seems to be no connection to whoever brought us here aside from the announcer voices. As I see, we don't have a choice of getting out of here until we 'fulfill' their needs... whatever those needs may be. Any other questions?" [/color] She asked, her outfit suddenly changing to replicate a busty schoolteacher.
The Irishman turned and glanced at the other man entering the room before shrugging and shaking his head. He raised an eyebrow when he turned back to Carmen, no having noticed her wings before, but he didn't remark. As though they were just another weird thing in a long line of oddities that he had seen. His other eyebrow rose when her outfit and body shape suddenly changed, and he almost looked like he would whistle appreciatively before restraining his reaction.
"Huh. Nice tricks." He remarked casually. "Uh, yeah. That opens a whole lot more questions, but I'm guessing the answers would be lacking. Eh, I'm used to it. Eyes open, mouth shut, don't touch anything, that whole routine. I'm James, by the way. James Connor."
"Huh. Nice tricks." He remarked casually. "Uh, yeah. That opens a whole lot more questions, but I'm guessing the answers would be lacking. Eh, I'm used to it. Eyes open, mouth shut, don't touch anything, that whole routine. I'm James, by the way. James Connor."
"I was kinda wondering what that voice meant by arena..." The man walked into the locker room, seeming fairly relaxed. "I'm Laguna. Nice to meetcha, James."
OOC: Looks like a big fight's about to happen! Better get in on this.
One of the doors in the locker-rooms flung open as if it had been violently kicked from the other side instead of being opened normally. Oz walked out through the doorway and chuckled at the gathering he met there. Balxephon and Barbas may have failed, but today I shall certainly not if these are to be my opponents. Whistling a merry tune, he strolled over to a locker and armed himself, taking out a great-axe and strapping a dagger to his belt.
One of the doors in the locker-rooms flung open as if it had been violently kicked from the other side instead of being opened normally. Oz walked out through the doorway and chuckled at the gathering he met there. Balxephon and Barbas may have failed, but today I shall certainly not if these are to be my opponents. Whistling a merry tune, he strolled over to a locker and armed himself, taking out a great-axe and strapping a dagger to his belt.
Carmen smiled before changing back to her original form: still a bit busty, but wearing a snow white leather jacket, a red tube top underneath it, and slim white leather pants, adorned with an odd flame pattern near the bottoms. Her red eyes glittered with mischievousness as she tossed her long white hair to the side. [color=bb0066] "A pleasure to meet you all, My name is Carmen V. St.Luna. I'll be in the arena if you need me... or wish to fight." [/color] She strapped her whip to her belt and took out a dagger, spinning it around her finger.
She gave a large grin toward Oz as he walked in before she exited for the arena. [color=bb0066] "Commander. It's about time you got out of that room. I was afraid you were developing cold feet... See you soon~<3!" [/color]
She gave a large grin toward Oz as he walked in before she exited for the arena. [color=bb0066] "Commander. It's about time you got out of that room. I was afraid you were developing cold feet... See you soon~<3!" [/color]
James nodded to Laguna before knocking back the rest of his beer in a single gulp. He turned to Carmen again and nodded, clamping his cigarette between his teeth to free his hands.
"I was just thinking of heading outside as well. A bit of fresh air and some exercise would wake me up nicely." AS he spoke he shrugged off his leather jacket and threw it on a bench, showing off three things. The acronym across his well muscled chest read CEQ in full. There was an international emblem on his right shoulder revealing him as an army Major, and he had a Glock 18C pistol hanging in a shoulder holster on his chest. He stepped aside to let Carmen pass and to get a view of Laguna and the 'Commander'.
"Shall we make tracks then?"
"I was just thinking of heading outside as well. A bit of fresh air and some exercise would wake me up nicely." AS he spoke he shrugged off his leather jacket and threw it on a bench, showing off three things. The acronym across his well muscled chest read CEQ in full. There was an international emblem on his right shoulder revealing him as an army Major, and he had a Glock 18C pistol hanging in a shoulder holster on his chest. He stepped aside to let Carmen pass and to get a view of Laguna and the 'Commander'.
"Shall we make tracks then?"
OoC: @Dot You ever want models of those alt outfits, say so. Not sure I can make a tube top though.
Laguna stared at Carmen as she left, then turned his attention to Oz and James. "Well... I don't really like fighting, but if it's what we have to do..." He went into the arena.
OoC: Any requests for terrain?
Laguna stared at Carmen as she left, then turned his attention to Oz and James. "Well... I don't really like fighting, but if it's what we have to do..." He went into the arena.
OoC: Any requests for terrain?
"The High Champion insisted we perform reconnaissance on our foes for a while. I do hope you do not disappoint this time." Oz replied to Carmen as he examined the edge on his weapons. Satisfied that they were at the right level of sharpness, he left the locker room and entered the arena as well, paying the other two men he noticed in the room no mind.
@Gear: Not really.
@Gear: Not really.
Oz is the fellow on the far left.
