WAOA Arena

[Gearhead mk2]

Radec sat, leaning back against the rock, and let the medics do their work.

 

[Demonjazz]

OOC: @Hatch That's kind of the point of him. He thinks he's the best thing since fried gorilla... Though in his defense he does constantly do amazing things like wrestling with Siberian tigers

 

[Silver Shadow]

@Kikre I found some symbols that could be used for the Arena Signs or warning about the conditions of the battle.

Spoiler: long list

Directions:
☚ Left-pointing index finger (solid) [9754]
☛ Right-pointing index finger (solid) [9755]
☜ Left-pointing index finger (outline) [9756]
☝ Upwards-pointing index finger (outline) [9757]
☞ Right-pointing index finger (outline) [9758]
☟ Downwards-pointing index finger (outline) [9759]

Tick Boxes:
☐ Checkbox [9744]
☑ Ballot box [9745]
☒ Ballot box with X [9746]
✓ Checkmark [10003]
✔ Heavy checkmark [10004]
✕ Multiplication sign/X [100005]
✖ Heavy multiplication sign/X [10006]
✗ Ballot X [10007]
✘ Heavy ballot X [10008]

Arena Hazards:
☠ Skull & crossbones [9760]
☡ Caution sign [9761]
☢ Radioactive sign [9762]
☣ Biohazard sign [9763]
☀ Sunshine [9728]
☁ Cloud [9729]
☂ Umbrella [9730]
☄ Comet [9732]
★ Star (solid) [9733]
☆ Star (outline) [9734]
☇ Lightning [9735]
☈ Thunderstorm [9736]
☉ Sun [9737]
✈ Airport/airplane [9992]
♨ Hot springs [9832]
☽ Waxing crescent moon [9789]
☾ Waning crescent moon [9790]
℃ Celsius [8451]
℉ Fahrenheit [8457]

Enemys:
№ Number symbol [8470]

Enemy Types:
♔ White king [9812]
♕ White queen [9813]
♖ White rook [9814]
♗ White bishop [9815]
♘ White knight [9816]
♙ White pawn [9817]
♚ Black king [9818]
♛ Black queen [9819]
♜ Black rook [9820]
♝ Black bishop [9821]
♞ Black knight [9822]
♟ Black pawn [9823]

Enemy Team:
♠ Black spade suit [9824]
♡ Red heart suit [9825]
♢ Red diamond suit [9826]
♣ Black club suit (or shamrock) [9827]

Random Extras: (Could be used for contracts, ect)
✉ Envelope/mail/email [9993]
✌ Victory sign [9996]
✍ Signature/sign here [9997]

@Kikrex2): Do I have to wait for the battle to end befor i can do anthing?

 

[Gearhead mk2]

OoC: @Silver Kirke's gone, fight's over.

Healed by the medics, Radec strode out of the arena, ragged but standing proud. He stoped at the arena door, and turned back. There were people watching, were there not? He gave a Helghast salute, then exited the arena.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

OoC: ...anyone still here?

 

[Demonjazz]

Steve went back to his room and drank the most delicious chocolate cream in existence. It perfectly blended white, milk, dark chocolate and a bit of caramel together to make the most delicious brew in the world "A man could get used to this" His dragon ate some batteries and the ilk

 

[Gearhead mk2]

OoC: @Demon ...the dragon eats batteries?

Radec extied the arena, dumping all his weaponry (save the knife and a pistol) back in the locker.

OoC: I think there's like a communal area, a lounge of some kind, but I'm not sure.

 

[Demonjazz]

OOC: @Gear Yeah he's an electric dragon. It's like fire dragons liking spicy stuff or ice dragons eating ice cream... This is also one of the reasons why nobody uses electric dragons after the apocalypse

 

[Silver Shadow]

@Demon: Hah, sucks to be you! M e and my precious nuclear dragon are doing just fine in this apocolypse *dragon roars which burns abnd iradiates lots of stuff infront of it* .. there are some tiny little negatives though...

That reminds me, are you here for a fight,or have you already left?

 

[Demonjazz]

Steve was in the arena flying laps around it with his dragon. "Maybe if we added a cow bell to you. You would be more intimidating" The dragon flicks his tail "Accidentally" hitting Steve "Gosh you don't have to take it so personally"
OOC: @Silver *Cue lightning bolt to the face*

 

[Kirke]

The Meta paced back and forth in his room, furious that he had not been able to kill Radec.

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

OOC: So do I just jump in or whatever?

 

[Kirke]

OoC: @Ven: Pretty much. Your character will show up in a dark room, then be guided to basically the hotel room of his/her dreams. After that, there's a locker room where your character will find any gear he/she wants. The arena itself can be customized. I'll be here for 40 min more, so if you want to have a fight, I'm up for it.

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

Tahril's eyes snapped open. His sharp eyes penetrating the darkness. Life in the eternal twilight of Commoragh had given him and all other Dark Eldar perfect night vision. His ears perked up as his century old paranoia kicked in and he was ever alert for danger.

 

[Kirke]

"Greetings and welcome to the Evilington interdimensional arena. Please, enjoy your stay."

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

Realising that his alabaster skin was showing it age after not feeding, Tahril placed his helmet over his head to hide his degenerating features. As he did so he heard a voice and turned to its source, his cape billowing behind him like. When no attack came he straightened up, risng to his full height and let his hand fall off the pommel of his Huskblade. "What is this dreary corner of the Webway I have found myself in?" He then challenged the voice. "Why have you taken me? Speak!"

 

[Kirke]

"This is the Evilington interdimensional arena, created to bring harmless entertainment to the masses. You have been brought here because we believe you would make a great addition to our roster. Please, follow the lights."
A series of lights began shining from the floor, showing the way to a door that was also surronded by a chain of lights. Beyond that, the lights lead to a room further down the corridor.
OoC: I'll be back in about 10 minutes.

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

Tahril laughed slightly. "This place is not so differant than Commoragh. Very well I will partake in your...Llith'antu khlavh" He said before following the lights. This was a wonderful oppurtunity to demonstrate his skill above all to creatures of other places and times. Every Wych, Succubus and even Lelith Hesperix herself would kill for this oppurtunity.

 

[Kirke]

"I am so glad that you accept, here is your room."
The room was basically the best suite he could imagine. Another series of öigts continued down the corridor.
"Please come with me to the lockerroom when you feel ready."

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

Tahril's room was like his sanctum in Commoragh, in the high towers of the Dark City. Obsidian architecture covered everything while blood red velvet highlighted the softer materials. Flames of Dark Light burned to illuminate the room and Tahril smiled to himself and removed his helmet so his white hair fell around his shoulders. Despite the situation he needed to feed still. He would have to fight as soon as possible.