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Re: Colosseum - Spectator Thread - Gildarts - 11-07-2015
Gildarts picked up a single dart that had been set before him. He looked at the man, and then at the to girls, he smiled, they seemed to be having a nice time, and while the aches in his ribs had subsided to a mild crunch when he inhaled, he still couldn't help but to feel at ease.
The atmosphere was very festive around him, and while he had other duties to attend to, in this moment, he could take a breath, and not focus on getting stronger... Even though it clawed at the back of his mind.
The dart held in his hand was prodded by the guy manning the booth, "Hey, you gonna throw that, mang?"
Gildarts looked down, realizing it was still there, and accepted his challenge. The Prime squinted, choosing his balloon target which gleamed with a shade of bright neon green, before drawing his wrist back. The Fairy Tail mage released and a whirling wind hissed in the trail of air left behind the propelling dart. In an instant, six balloons had popped and disintegrated into cubes with crash magic. Gildarts gave a confident shrug and hadn't bothered to notice his other darts had fallen off the table during the shockwave it had caused. As for the human manning the booth, he seemed too frightened by the Prime's lack of restraint on his power to remember even his name.
"D-did you see o-one you liked... Sir?" Stripes stuttered as he gestured to the line up.
"I do," Gildarts nodded before speaking to Guu, "Do you think Molly would like that one?"
On the shelf, Gildarts had his eye on a giant unicorn, which had shades of lavender and baby pink on its mane and tail.
Re: Colosseum - Spectator Thread - Jak Mar - 11-08-2015
Jak's eyes turned toward Jade and what seemed to be some more friends of hers, one... no both in the Colosseum. He had heard their names and they haven't sounded too familiar to him at all.
Jak raised a eyebrow and said " Dynamite kid from Dante's Abyss, you know me right? Pff like anyone cares about that anymore... I'll be living down my fans shame after losing that title to that white haired man."
"But hell, that was a great fight... I'll never forgot the guy... Too bad one of us had to lose..."
"I'm not exactly creepy, pal. I'm just here to watch the colosseum fights with everyone else."
If only Daxter was here to fill in with some whitty comment. He missed the little guy on his shoulder, but this "Jade" seemed to know what had happened to Daxter.
Hey, pal. Hopefully you're not here to pick a fight with me, none of us need it right now.
Re: Colosseum - Spectator Thread - Jade Harley - 11-08-2015
Distractedly twisting a few buoyant curls of her hair in between her fingers, Jade listens to what Jak has to say. He mentions something about Dante’s Abyss, which she thinks she read something on the Dataverse about, but she couldn’t be certain. The memory flickers just out of reach, like a glowy firefly of cognition twinkling over a metaphorical, murky marshland of what the heck is all this irrelevant information. In the end, she has no idea of what he is talking about. Still, she makes an attempt at answering his questions to the best of her ability.
“I don’t know much about what’s going on with your friend… uhm, Daxter, right? Well, all I do know is that he was running from Victor Wolfe for a while, although he’s mostly in the clear now, probably in the Dunes somewhere. So, that’s good!” She grins, a tad sloppily, distracted by the new messages flooding into her memo.
Gosh, there sure are a lot of people who want to talk to her! Or, she supposes, they're just posting to pass the time while waiting for more interesting things to happen— they probably don’t actually want to talk to her. Jade really, really hopes that these new people aren’t as murderous as they seem to be, though. Surely not. Plus, there’s that whole thing with Nealaphh that she is trying not to think about too much, so any extra murderousness simply isn’t ideal if she wants to keep her head clear.
Weirdly enough, she’s nearly nine thousand-billion-trillion percent certain that Karkat was right in his first assessment of primordialPersistence’s character. Even now, talking about their old universes in a private pesterlog, she gets a distinct feeling of something being not quite right. But, she still feels super bad about being so quick to perpetuate eldritch creature stereotypes, so maybe she will give him the benefit of the doubt. For now, anyways.
Still, it’s weird and complicated and super dumb. But, Jade seems to be a literal sponge for weird, complicated and super dumb things, so it should hardly register on her Richter scale of strangeness anymore.
The dark-haired Witch grimaces as Karkat returns to the stands and offers up a few choice words to her new friends, rolling her eyes a bit because he is just so blunt. She hurries to alleviate most of the damage wrought by his rude behavior, mentally willing him to oh my god, just please shut up.
“Oh, no, I’m sure Karkat isn’t talking to you, Jak!” Jade blurts out, then realizes that this maaay have seemed like a slight towards her other new friend, the Space player one, and so she makes haste to correct her statement. “I mean! Not that anyone here is creepy or anything, haha! Everyone’s pretty average on the creepiness level. Of course.”
She turns to face the shouty cherry-blooded troll fully, her green eyes flicking to Gamzee for half a second before once again returning to Karkat. Then, with a start that sends her tangled black hair flying with alarming speed into Erik’s face, she looks at the spindly-horned clown troll more clearly. Her round glasses nearly slip right off of her nose, she’s so startled!
To her surprise and steadily-mounting alarm, Gamzee is covered in what looks remarkably like splatters of purplish-colored paint, like what you might see in the late evening as the rosy sunset dips below the horizon. However, Jade happens to have the knowledge that troll blood colors are waaaaay different from a humans, and so she knows that this is probably ill-spilled life-y juice and not grape soda. Also, those are obviously flesh wounds.
This unfamiliar and tall clown with a wealth of wild hair sticking up from his head grins at her, although it looks more like a grimace with the way his sharp teeth nearly cut into his bottom lip. It is wobbly and a touch weepy around the edges from where his face paint has been worn away by sweat and grit, and Jade recalls how he had simply lain down in the arena after losing his bout, completely limp and defeated.
The purple-blooded troll murmurs something that sounds akin to “S’up, woof-sis,” before returning to leaning heavily upon Karkat’s shoulder. Jade is pretty damn surprised that he hasn’t passed out yet, to be perfectly honest. The shorter troll nudges the high blood into a more comfortable position, frowning dramatically at Erik, Jak, and Jade in turn. But mostly at Erik.
“Oh my god, Gamzee,” Jade exclaims, mouth dropping open in shock as she reaffixes her glasses so that they balance just so on her face. “What happened to you? Wait, no, don’t answer that! I already know the reason why— Karkat! Why didn’t you do something?”
Karkat’s lip curls back over his sort-of-sharp teeth in a slight, definitely not cute snarl. His nubby little candy-corn horns gloss over a little in the sunlight, barely visible through his messy hair. “You think I didn’t try to take this crazy juggalo to get his dumb ass stitched up? What the fuck, Harley?”
Flushing from a curious mixture of embarrassment and indignation, Jade sticks her bottom lip out at Karkat and crosses her arms across her chest with an airy flounce of her star-stippled hair. Lips pursed, she doesn't waste any time in coming up with a retort to fire right back at him. "Well, why isn't he all fixed up, then?"
"That's what I was trying to tell you before you got all snippy with me," Karkat grouses, hunching his shoulders defensively. His faces scrunches up in frustration, and he looks like the grumpiest little troll ever. Cute. "He won't let the medicull-healing-what-the-fuck-evers touch him. Don't try to pin this on me."
Her face softening significantly, Jade's arms droop back to her sides. Her earlier ire is totally deflated, now. Well, she's hecked up. Again. Why is she so bad at this whole 'talking to people in person' thing?
"Oh," she says, voice small. Jade reaches up to rub the back of her neck, unsure. "Sorry about that." Karkat glances away and mumbles something under his breath that could be either another admonishing swearword or a reassurance; Jade isn't sure which.
Well, this is awkward. She'll have to work hard to salvage her earlier discussion about the Omniverse with Erik! Isn't that why she and Karkat came here, anyways? To get information and to look after Gamzee. And to, er. Not do date-y date things that people would do on dates. Nothing date-y going on here at all. Especially with so many people hanging around!
Regaining a little steam, Jade turns to face Erik, grinning encouragingly at him. "Sooo, Erik! This is Karkat," she gestures between the two, still smiling. Erik doesn't seem too thrilled, but then again, neither does Karkat. "Karkat, meet Erik! And that's Gamzee! I'm meeting him for the first time, too, so it's cool. Hi Gamzee! You did really well in the tournament, you know."
The Witch of Space smiles, feeling pretty goofy. Oh well, those are the repercussions when you execute a blazing, totally-in-your-face social faux pas! Seriously, it's like there is a huge, blaring neon sign hanging over her head with an arrow pointing down upon her that declares, 'Hey, look! An idiot!'
"And this guy," she continues hastily, jerking a thumb at the knife-eared, colorful person sitting beside her. "Is Jak! He's pretty cool, too, hehe."
Re: Colosseum - Spectator Thread - King Axorn - 11-09-2015
Axorn dashed through the portal on his chestnut-colored horse, making his way past the huge stones and back along the path he had taken last time he was here, the dusty brown path, had been trampled so much the grass simply refused to grow there and was covered with prints of all kinds, footprints, hoof-prints, and some others that were unrecognizable. It led past lush forests (including the one where he met Alexyana and Dawnika), sparkling rivers and lakes teeming with fish and other wildlife, and granted a view of Camelot and the Colosseum. Axorn made his way across the open countryside quickly, and pulled open a holoscreen to browse the Dataverse as he bolted towards the Colosseum. After sending a few e-mails to people who led some interesting content, Axorn closed the holoscreen and returned his focus to the Colosseum looming in front of him.
As Axorn made his way near the crowd filling the fair, he got off his horse and spent a few minutes dismissing it to replenish his Omnilium supply.
Axorn spread his wings and flew up into the stands. As he landed he scanned the crowd for Alexyana and casually made his way over. Axorn calmly walked over and sat down beside her on the bench. However, he respected her personal space and stayed a little bit away from her.
"So," he began, "How did your fight go?"
Re: Colosseum - Spectator Thread - Black☆Star - 11-09-2015
Black☆Star shuffled uncomfortably in his seat, groaning to himself at the unfortunate situation he found himself in. To his left he found an old man, staring intently at the Prime. Silent as the grave and fixed in what appeared to be perpetual bemusement. And on his right, sat his first worshipper, having clearly followed him to the arena to watch his fight. But how could he show his face to his adoring worshipper after such a defeat?
Apparently, something in the elderly man clicked, “Ooh~ You’re that kid.. the one who fought the mage guy, huh?” he croaked. A stray hand found it’s way to the back of Black☆Star’s head, scratching away at his candy colored hair, the boy laughed almost awkwardly, a boisterous grin plastered across his features, “Another fan, eh? Yeh.. that’s me.” he spoke, calmly for once.
“Fresh Prime, aren’t ya?” The man enquired, “figure you just made your way straight here without getting the basic equipment, huh?” he spoke, pointedly, noticing the apparent lack of any of the basic gear found on a Prime.
“Uh, yeh, I guess so.. what’re you getting at?” Black☆Star poked, rather rudely, towards the kindly stranger.
“Well, you gotta keep in contact and know what’s going on in the ‘Verse or you’ll find yourself lagging behind everyone else.” The geezer spoke, nodding amiably as he did so, as if speaking from experience, “Here, take these. It’s not much, but it’s a start. Go on, take ‘em.”
The old man prodded a pair of devices into Black☆Star’s hands. The assassin nodded his thanks as he glanced down at them, an appreciative grin forming. “Thank you.. very much!” his weapon spoke out, causing the old man to start, pulling his knees up into his chair at the sound. “That’s uh- one weird.. thing you got there, kid..” though, his words fell on near enough deaf ears, given that Black☆Star’s already short attention span had turned his very first worshipper.
“Oi, Jak! Did you see the fight?! Did you see how big I was?!” Black☆Star chortled, practically yelling across at the Prime.
Re: Colosseum - Spectator Thread - Strazio Rockwell - 11-10-2015
Strazio wasn’t sure which was worse, having all of his bones crushed to dust or getting eviscerated. At least with the latter he could still move his body. The medical tent welcomed him back with open arms. He spoke to no one, his mood was more than sour. A cloud of vexation hung around the mage. Gilgamesh was no where to be found, and if the king wasn’t here what was Strazio doing here? Strazio exhaled coals, he had no idea. Sure this improved his recognition and he could potentially recruit allies in the fight against Dracula, but this was just too painful.
Foreign magicks weaved into Strazio’s body, the soft hum of healing spells stitched his wounds back together. He almost wished that he had an affinity for healing magicks, but healing magicks would not help him hunt down Damien. Then a thought occured to him, The Rock was mysteriously absent. It wasn’t that he missed the big oaf, but there was some comfort in knowing that he had the big man was in his corner. With a baleful sigh he reached for his dataverse device and checked his messages. Nothing. Not that he expected anything, his only friends beyond The Rock lacked the means to message him.
“Fuck, I can’t believe I’m gonna do this” he sighed as he tapped out a message to The Rock.
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“Ohhh, that bastard” Strazio fumed at The Rock’s antics.
“I see your still sour as ever,” a familiar voice danced through the infirmary “you know being angry all the time isn’t healthy.”
In the doorway stood a brilliant ghost of the past. Despite being shorter than Strazio the man carried a presence as powerful as the Avatar’s. His aura of influence was distinctly different than Strazio’s, indeed the man carried what could only be described as a chipper demeanor. His skin was stained with a very pale tinge of green, and his smile warm and inviting. Strazio stood in awe at the sight of the vibrant man.
“V...Valerie?” the Defender of Darkshire asked as if the name was foreign to him.
With a bow and a flourish of his wrist he responded, “in the flesh, at least as far as I can tell anyways.”
Strazio strained to get out of the medical cot and ambled over to his friend. The two embraced in a tight hug. If Damien was the object of Strazio’s hate then Valerie was the object of his love. It was through the grace of Valerie’s mercy that Strazio even knew how to perform feats of magick. Strazio grew up under Valerie’s guidance and wisdom, and if it wasn’t for the seed of revenge festering in Strazio’s heart he would have turned out to be as peaceloving as the nomadic Valerie. Their hug was broken with a pat on the back and a smile.
“What are you doing here?”
“Well I heard my favorite student, my only student, was no longer a man on a quest, but rather a frighteningly bloodthirsty gladiator” Valerie raised his fists in jest.
Strazio shook his head and spoke, “no, no I mean what are you doing here. In the Omniverse.”
“Oh... That,” Valerie sighed and performed a gentle pirouette “well, you see I’m not entirely sure. I was minding my own merry business dancing in a field of water-flowers as I am wont to do. And well, next thing I know I’m here in the Omniverse.”
A goofy smile was plastered across Valerie’s lips, his lithe frame seemed to move with an unearthly grace as he moved past Strazio. The Defender of Darkshire furrowed his brow and clenched his fists, a single spark danced across his bare chest.
“So, does that mean,” he paused and turned towards the whimsical sage, “are you a prime? Did Omni drag you here?”
A laugh as soft as chirping birds escaped Valerie’s lips, “heavens no, I am but a humble secondary brought to this foreign world by the whimsy of another. A poetic occurrence, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Poetic isn’t the word I would use Val, in fact this entire Omniverse seems designed to piss me off. Everyone here seems hell bent on infurating me and they do a damn fine job of it.”
Valerie raised his index finger, revealing his pale green nail polish. From the tip of his finger a small sprout burst through his skin. The small seedling stretched upward sprouting into a beautiful red and orange spiral-flower. With his free hand he plucked the flower from his finger and handed it to the disgruntled mage. Strazio accepted the gift as spitefully as he could.
Valerie smiled and spoke “that’s a snap-lily, I found it in the Tangled Green I know red is your favorite color so I figured you would love it.”
“Eh... I,” Strazio sighed and looked at his gift, “thank you, I appreciate it.”
With another pirourette, the prancing plant mage skipped towards the exit to the medical tent. He sniffed the air and turned back to Strazio “can you smell it? Something sweetly delicious is in the air, ohh what a wonderful place this Omniverse is! You should really come and enjoy the fair Strazio, relax those angry bones.”
“As much as I would love to Val I’ve got another match in a few minutes, here’s hoping it isn’t as rough as the first two.”
“Well, as much as I don’t condone such a brutish sport I will say good luck,” Valerie turned to leave the tent, but stopped and spoke over his shoulder, “oh, and if everything here irritates you, perhaps that just means you’re easily irritated?” Before Strazio could respond the verdant nomad danced away to be lost in the simple pleasures of a wonderful fair.
Re: Colosseum - Spectator Thread - Simon - 11-10-2015
"Ugh."
"Please hold still, Mr. Redgrave," the medieval excuse for a doctor calmly asked of a squirming, impatient Dante. The cleric undoing the combatant's latent violet bruises seemed unfettered by his subject's movements, meanwhile.
"Ugh."
In the first round's aftermath, Dante had gladly taken a power nap in his hangover of waning adrenaline and severe blood loss. Comparatively, he'd relieved much less damage overall in the most recent fight, which meant the nephilim merely had to sit through the aches and pains as they were healed. And while they probably wouldn't object to their patient having a small rest in the interim between rounds, Dante found himself not wanting to do so. Ultimately, that left him tired, ached and grumpy while having to stew in the unpleasant thoughts and implications of having a fragment of that damned spirit still within him.
Zangetsu probably wasn't even still around, Dante had to figure. Otherwise, the ghostly being would still be tracking him, haunting him more actively than simply giving his purest instinct sentience. Where the crazy stylish half-devil enjoyed himself in the raw thrill of combat, he now subsided into a hollow man - the least desirable piece of his inner puzzle had up and picked itself up, mocking Dante about how he had to finish the picture somehow.
At least his own wicked self had stopped mentally berating the devil hunter, for now. Probably had gotten bored when Dante wasn't actively kicking anything's ass. Or, more likely, it was waiting for a more opportune time to preach its ideas - the next round just a matter of minutes away, where Dante, as 'Tony Redgrave', would be facing off against his next opponent.
Finishing with his mystic works, the Kingdom's cleric removed his hands and stood back, allowing his patient to stretch himself out. "So," Mr. Redgrave began simply, first to break the silence between the three figures, "Who am I up against in the next round?"
The doctor, interested at Dante's more active nature as opposed to last time, pondered a moment as to the standings. In a few moments, he began to form an answer, "I believe, in the next round you will be fighting... what was it, that dark sorcerer-?"
"Magus," the cleric chimed in bluntly, his voice strangely deep and almost foreign on someone perpetuated as a holy man.
"Yes, that's right," the doctor perked up, as if having triumphantly found the name himself, "The dark magician known as Magus. You would do best to be careful- that, er, being has made short work of both of his own opponents thus far."
The cleric gave a grunting hum in confirmation of that statement, his head turning to idly glance one of the cots at the far end of the infirmary. A curious Dante followed the man's gaze, and he was able to catch a glimpse of a severely wounded and burnt figure lying almost catatonic as another team of medics treated him.
"From how you put it," the half-devil said, turning back to the white-coat, "Well, it sounds like the guy's not human."
The doc furrowed his brow in response, looking distant for a moment. "Are you familiar with elves? Tall, pointed ears, naturally inclined to magic?" There was clearly some doubt if Tony Redgrave had ever seen or heard of the creatures.
"Sure," Dante replied dismissively. He had read a fantasy novel or two when he had been terribly bored a couple of times. A bit too wordy for his tastes, but he got the picture of elves. He'd never really gotten the idea or appeal, however, of such seclusive and prideful humanoids with pointy ears; fantasy was supposed to be more fantastical, in his mind. Or, perhaps, the devil hunter simply proved to be too disillusioned by working with various threatening and zany demons frequently.
"Well, that man is most certainly a dusk elf," the doctor continued after Mr. Redgrave's confirmation, lapsing into a sort of ranting tone. "Skin stained with the colors of twilight, corrupt and subservient to the legion of dark powers he commands. I am willing to overlook the other strange and outlandish figures that enter this structure, but him? Oh, that sorcerer is a demon in mortal skin! I am astounded that the Baron doesn't have half a mind to obliterate that dastard-"
A harsh clearing of the throat burst through the white-coat's feverish speech, and the doctor instantly, very sheepishly, returned to his former self. "Ah, well... let's just say that Magus is not one to be taken lightly."
"Uh-huh," Dante replied, his tone of doubt towards the racist medical operator betraying his plain words, "I'll be careful, then." With that, the devil hunter silently ushered himself from the room, leaving the two healers quickly.
Embarrassment showing clear in his scrunched-up look of guilt, the doctor turned to the cleric and asked, "I'm not wrong, am I?"
"No. You just sound like a loony."
Re: Colosseum - Spectator Thread - Undyne - 11-11-2015
Whilst waiting for Dawnika to reply Alexyana took notice of Axorn coming closer and raised her hand to motion to him to come over and take a seat near them. "Is that dirt from the road?" She asked curiously when she noticed the dust traces on his clothing. "I thought that you'd participated in the battle yourself. And me... it was a close call, but I ended up losing. Didn't die, I think, but I got knocked out and... well, I made my way back here."
She leant back a bit and sighed. "I can't say I'm very happy, even though it came very close and I never intended on actually winning this tournament. I still lost the first round, you know." She shrugged. "Another indication that I am far from ready, and that I should tap more into my demon side. But enough about me... what of you? Did you participate and die so you had to make your way back here? Or did you stick to the road for a while and come back after the first round is done?"
Re: Colosseum - Spectator Thread - Guu - 11-12-2015
Quote:Guu, Desco, Gildarts
Guu nodded at Gildarts.
“Yep, that’s certainly her style.”
The mage moved over towards the fluffy unicorn and picked it up from its resting spot. Guu went for the extremely large dragon plush that Desco seemed to like.
Armed with overbearing fluffy animals, the group took a seat at a nearby bench. Guu was quick to stock them with cotton candy. The demon child and the wizard were forced to set aside their stuffed companions in order to grasp the delicious treats.
“You guys wait here, I have an idea.” Guu stated, stubby arm pointed up in front of her face; exaggerated like a cartoon character.
With that, she took off. She sensed an empty square behind a funnel cake tent for some privacy. Guu had a terrible idea. She had a terrible awful idea. She remembered back when she was a goddess, she could feel the minds of others, see their thoughts, even predict their actions. If she had that here at the fair, she could win untold plushies. She could return to her palace and fill an entire room with plushies. She imagined Molly diving into a vault full of plushies like Scrooge Mcduck. And the only thing keeping her from this devious plan was a little bit of OM.
Quickly and stealthily, she ducked behind the before-mentioned stand and immediately started to focus on the powers she used to have. She focused on all of them. The OM encapsulated her body, surrounding her with a rainbow glow. An indiscernible amount of time passed. She kept her mind focused as one by one, her old mental abilities came back in their lesser Omniverse forms. She could feel them returning to her. She had forgotten what it was like to gain her powers while awake. Most of them came back in her sleep. This was so much more satisfying. The rush of endorphins from it all was worth it on its own.
Eventually, she felt the final power return to her. The rainbow glow quickly faded. Curious, she focused her telepathy on the stand owner.
“When is the day going to be over? If I see another teenage hooligan, I shalt go medieval on their asses.” Thought the man.
Guu snickered at the thought she just intruded on. What was already a fun day just got an upgrade. Satisfied, she headed towards the exit.
But suddenly, she wasn’t there anymore.
She was in an arena made of metal hovering over acid. The world around her was fuzzy, but two figures were clear in this world. A familiar man with a straw hat, red coat, and rolled up blue pants, and a large stranger, teched up the ass and armed to the teeth. The large guy lifted up one of his large guns and fired a round directed into the straw hat’s head, penetrated his rubbery skull. Within seconds, he melted away into a mist composed of Omnilirium. All that was left of him was his lonely boots, sitting on the ground without a master.
The large man ignored the boots and disappeared into the fuzziness of the world. The footwear was eventually picked up by a man in a strange medival uniform. The strange worker carried the boots to some storage area; a reception area in view.
Guu shifted awake. She was on her back in the dirt. She quickly jumped to her feet as she assessed what just happened.
“Just great. I get all these new powers and before I can play with them, I’m already doing hero work.” She said in a huff. She stormed out from behind the stand, surprising a number of customers who did not see her go in. She headed towards the main area of the tournament, her mind slowing building a plan.
Quote:Monkey D. Luffy?
The front desk was busy that day. The young lady at the front was swamped with work. For every one person she helped with a problem, three more would fill the line. It was just an endless barrage of questions, and most of them not worthwhile. It’s always questions like:
“Why do some of the audience have merchandise and I don’t?” “What do you mean i can’t get in with the royal seats? I have 10g on me!” After five hours of this crap, she was already at the end of her rope.
So imagine her surprise when a dead man approached her desk.
Monkey D. Luffy, the pirate captain from the Vasty, a man she just saw twenty minutes ago with a bullet in his head, was standing before her, a giant grin on his face.
“Hello miss question lady!” Said the pirate.
The women went bug eye, not certain what to make of this. She beckoned a coworker who joined in the spot next to her. His expression wasn’t much different from her’s.
“I know what you’re thinking. I actually re spawned a few days ago. The time distillation between the Nexus and Camelot is really screwy right now. I’m guessing it’s the tournament doing it.”
The pair looked at each other. They both knew about the whole issue of time passing differently in some areas than others, but this was the most extreme example they had ever heard of.
“Anyways, I left my boots on the battlefield where I died. I’ve come to pick them up.”
The male employee, giving her coworker a glance, shrugged and headed into storage. The woman, not being paid enough to question the situation, decided to play along for now.
“Can you provide proof of your identity?” She asked.
The male coworker quickly came out with the shiny red, leg-length boots. Upon seeing the footwear, Luffy extended his arm past the front desk lady, giving her fright, and snatching up the boots. He returned his arm back and placed the shoes on the desk.
“Hehehehe, is that proof enough? Yosh!”
The pair just stared in disbelief. They had seen Luffy’s ability on the battlefield, but it was a whole other playing field to see it happen inches away from them.
Luffy, seeing their expressions, picked up the boots and gave them a polite bow.
“Thanks a lot! See ya!” He said, sprinting passed the long line behind him and out the door.
The pair was pulled from their shock when the person next in line started to ring the bell impatiently. The women continued her day in hell.
Quote:Guu, Desco, Gildarts
Finding a safe hiding place, Guu shapeshifted back into a normal self. Boots at hand, she swallowed them in one gulp, storing them safely in her stomach. She wasn’t sure how they were significant to the rubber pirate, but she thought she might as well keep them safe for now.
Returning to the fair, she made her way to where she left Gildarts and Desco. They are probably wondering what’s taking her so long. Now that she had time to think about it, her plushie pool plans were kind of dumb considering she could summon the dolls with her Omnilirium. Hindsight is kind of a bitch.
Re: Colosseum - Spectator Thread - Gildarts - 11-12-2015
Gildarts saw Guu vanish again and was kept company by Desco. In the mean time, the young purple girl had lifted a hammer and smashed it into a strange machine, then, a little mechanism in the scale thrashed to the top before erupting upward, into the clouds, and completely out of sight.
Desco cheered along with Gildarts, who felt a thick sweat come on. His face flushed with the color of bone, and his cheeks protruded his skin with jagged semblance of a skull. The hollows of his eyes grew shaded, and after a while, he needed to sit down.
"You alright Gildarts?" Desco asked curiously, while a fan heard his name and shoved their way through the massive crowd.
"GILDARTS?" the human shouted, and soon he had an audience.
"What's the matter Gildarts, that fight take enough out of ya? Or are you up for seconds?" a hefty man raised his fists, he would be famous if he could slay the mighty Gildarts, even though the wizard didn't look so good.
"Stand down." Gildarts commanded in a flat, raw tone of anguish.
"C'mon mate, just for show?!" the secondary prodded.
Guu came along in the nick of time to ward off any attention the Prime had drawn to himself, "Everyone, everyone, Gildarts had a long fight," she spoke in her princess voice and the crowds couldn't help to be astounded by the power in her voice, "And I'm sure he would appreciate it if you all left him to recover on his own."
The crowd dispersed, except for the one secondary, who pronounced his anger, at Guu, who remained in her youthful form. "Wot, so you're gonna take his place then?"
Guu pursed her lips, some people were thick headed. But it was Desco who came to the Prime's rescue and knocked the challenging secondary off of his feet, with a stuffed animal that catapulted to hit the man straight in the abdomen.
The man marveled at the softness of the plush toy, but was left heaving for breath after landing in, you guessed it, the dunk tank.
...
"Gildarts are you alright?" Guu spoke as he exploded into a bout of coughing. His eyes bulged as he recognized the faint trace of blood on his palm, and smeared the crimson from his hand, out of sight.
The wizard cleared his throat and nodded with his brows crunched in a furrowed line. "Princess Guu, I should be alright."
It suddenly hit her that she was aghast that Gildarts could even stand after the whipping he had taken from the Bandit in the battlefield. Not a moment later, her concern was proved correct, as the Prime wobbled to a stand.
Gildarts' took in a slow breath and his eyes followed as a river through the maze of people, fear scraped against his stomach, and it was then that Gildarts knew that he had to leave, for everyone's safety. There was a tingling in his arm that wouldn't go away, and a surge of magic that would not be quenched even by his own will.
Re: Colosseum - Spectator Thread - Guu - 11-12-2015
As soon at the big oaf started to lie about his obvious condition, she took a peek into his mind to see if there was anything he was hiding. This was entirely out of concern and not perverse curiosity… or at least that’s how she justified it.
However, what she found was a lot more troubling. She remembered the incident when this man wrecked their crops when he sneeze explosively. She had no idea this was as much the problem his mind was pushing it to be. She always thought it was more a quirky fault.
Fearful of the crowds, and for Desco, she looked over towards orc assistant. He was keeping his distance from the group, making sure to tend to their strange mount creature. Catching his attention, she beckoned him closer.
“Something you need, princess?” He said as he approached the group.
The pink one grabbed the reins and handed them to Gildarts. The mage looked down at her to suddenly be met with her dull gaze.
“I understand.” She stated calmly. “You need to go for now.”
He took the reins.
“Please, keep in touch. And do take care of yourself.” She said. She moved in for a hug. Desco, confused by the sudden tonal shift, joined in the hug as well.
After a few seconds, the group parted from the hug. Gildarts slowly climbed onto the mount and glanced back at the princess.
"Thank you, Princess."
And with that, he rode off, parting through the crowd and into the fields of Camelot. Guu felt an ache. She felt like something horrible was going to happen. She didn't know if her foresight was acting up or if she was just being paranoid. Was it more important to honor his freedom? She watched his back slowly disappear for the longest time, until a small hand grabbed her shoulder. She darted her eyes over to Desco, who had a large goofy grin on her face. She was completely oblivious of the air of dread that followed the situation.
"Let's go see more of the booths! I want to catch goldfish next!" She grabbed Guu by the arm stub and pulled her along towards more fun and games.
Re: Colosseum - Spectator Thread - Schwi Dola - 11-13-2015
Desco and Guu found a goldfish catching booth. Behind Desco Yogsothoth casually floated and carried all of the stuff they had won earlier. The tentacles stretched out a little carrying the light but bulky plush animals. Guu might have swallowed them normally, but she complained that her stomach was upset and Desco didn't mind carrying it all. "See Guu? There is one!" Desco stepped forward faster pulling Guu again to the booth. It was a simple booth, using those flat nets trying to flip them into bowls of water. Unlike going to a store and buying a fish with a fish net, these were made purposefully difficult to use and easy to break as a game, trying to catch one without breaking the net. Winning got you a fish.
Desco and Guu both tried to catch fish out of the container. Guu at first just ignored the little net and pulled out a fish. "You can't do that Guu, you have to play the game first!" Guu looked at Desco then dropped the fish back in and tried to catch it with the net, but it broke as she tried to lift the fish. "No Guu, you have to try it like this!" Desco put her net into the water and swatted a fish into the cup. Guu's stomach rumbled again, but she nodded. After it settled a little, she caught three fish with one smooth motion through the water. "That's it!"
The three fish in tied bags hanging on Yogosoth, the pair went on to wander some more. They tried a variety of other games with varying success. But before long, Guu ushered Desco to a private area. "What's wrong Guu? Maybe we should find healer to cast Espoir..." Desco was concerned now, it seemed to be serious and Espoir was a universal cure for status effects. Except when it mattered, like the A-Virus.
Re: Colosseum - Spectator Thread - Monkey D. Luffy - 11-13-2015
Quote:Introducing two new secondaries that will play a sizable role in Luffy's storyline!
"Aaand with that, Okor secures the title of victor, claiming the win along with the audacious swashbuckler's final breath of sentience following that brutal display of, well, you saw it yourselves! I'd rather not sully the final moments by devaluing them with unjust utterance! The ghoulish marine moves on to the quarter-finals!" a courtly purveyor heedlessly narrated via intercom from his haughty booth far removed from the bloodshed.
". . ."
Expectedly, the suit's declaration was scarcely received while such a gruesome fatality of Straw Hat still resonated with the mute-stricken audience. Thus far it has been the most grisly end to a match without equal.
Nestled amidst a jam-packed cluster of devoted fans, two peculiar attendants remained seated whilst the gawking showgoers finally broke silence and ascended with applause; the jaded pair expressed chagrin with unamused mugs.
"Yeehuck! Blegh, I sure as heck don't envy that poor, stretchy sap-nyah. Did ya' see his head go boom? How 'bout that husky ole' brute-nyah? Guy was pretty wicked, eh Strabs? Nyah nyah," the feral, vermillion-maned humanoid queried, nudging his periwinkle-toned cohort with a fuzzy elbow.
"Gurrr, gimme' a break mon. That maggot tank had the field advantage from the get-go, what a joke," the bipedal lupine snarled in discontent, folding his slender arms and sneering down a wolfish snout. "'Course, that hot-blooded king of the hardnoses won't be demoralized that easy-grar. He'll probably just level up and come right back," the degenerate reckoned as if familiar with the headless Straw Hat. "Reminds me of you a bit, Toastermon. Ya' never know when to give up-grar."
"Ay ay ayyy! I told ya' don't call me that, Buttsniffermon!" His flame-tailed partner snarked back, shaking a paw in aggrevation. "Oh an' I've been meanin' to ask, didn't that rubber bloke look familiar to you? Swear I've seen 'im before," the beasty inquired, placing a clawed digit to his chin in ponder.
"Hmm, I wonder . . ." the lavender wolf returned, rubbing his chin in kind. "Ah, that's it mon! He's the captain of those human intruders they had on a bunch of flyers-grar, the ones plastered all around about the Grand Fighting Festival over at Cinnabar Isle!" Exclaiming assuredly, he jolted up out of the comfort of his chair and tugged the cobalt scarf wrapping his neck down beneath his furry maw.
Bing!
A candescent bulb of recollection dinged alight above the feline-human hybrid's noggin. "Ohh thass' right! Strabimon, you rock! We can follow the dunce back to that forbidden island, nyeheheee!" Elation flushed over him as he envisioned the two of them covertly skittering into the festive jamboree. The tyke slurped his tongue whilst daydreaming about all the tasty goldfish they were certain to be giving away as prizes!
Klap!
The wildcat's thought bubble burst at the sound of an ambitious mutt beside him slapping a paw against his fist. "He could be our meal ticket in, Flamon. An' I'm sure even you are privy to knowledge of the luxurious Noble Kingdom and the Royal Palace at its epicenter, gruhuhuhu!"
Cackling like a couple of hyenas, the duo ardently made haste for the exit. Paving through the crowd, both mons rushed ahead, narrowly avoiding a crash course with an aberrant little lass casually strolling by. Donning a pinkish bob over a pair of flaccid eyes full of lethargy, the youngling tilted her head and inspected the animalistic aspirants as they persisted along their path.
"Hm, curious."
Re: Colosseum - Spectator Thread - King Axorn - 11-13-2015
"Your first guess would be correct." Axorn responded, "I lost in the first round, got killed and had to run all the way back here from the Nexus."
Axorn looked down at the fights unfolding all over the Colosseum and sighed.
"Despite the fact that I lost in the first round, it just shows that I need to get stronger, especially if I go up against Shang Tsung again, or someone of similar strength. I looked him up on the Dataverse on the way here and it looks like he has quite the reputation around the Omniverse. Seems like he's been here a while.... I really need to get cracking if I want to catch up.
Axorn looked thoroughly at the competitors currently fighting. None of which he recognized, except one. At the sight of him Axorn was suddenly on edge, his muscles tense.
"Great," Axorn muttered, "he's here." Axorn said this with a tone of dread, which seemed to drip out of his mouth.
The filthy, corroded, armored combatant whom Axorn saw was none other than the one who had defeated him and his friends back on Coruscant, leading them to their first demise in this new world.
"He's made it to the quarter-finals too.... Great."
Axorn sat back and was just about to make another comment when an invisible beam of powerful energy crashed through his skull, causing him to fall off the bench in pain, clasping his head in his hands. The pain was unbearable causing Axorn to not be able to do anything other than curl up into a ball and clasp his head in his hands. Axorn thought he could hear a voice calling his name for a moment before a burst of the energy was flung at him, causing him to yell before promptly blacking out.
As Axorn went unconcious, a white mask perfectly fit to Axorn's face seemed to seep out and materialize from underneath his scales, as well as the black elastic strap securing it to his head.
Re: Colosseum - Spectator Thread - Guu - 11-14-2015
Guu clutched her stomach, bending over in pain. The egg stored in her belly which once lay mostly dormant was now trying desperately to move. Kind of a problem when she is only supposed to have inanimate objects in there. The princess began to cough violently. Desco became more and more worried.
“Oh no! What is wrong, Guu?”
Suddenly, Guu coughed up a heart-shaped pillow, which plopped harmlessly on the grass.
“Wha-what?”
She was on her hands and knees. A giant bulge almost the size of her head was pushing up her chest and through her throat. When the lump reached her head, her mouth suddenly expanded to the width of the object. Quickly, an egg plopped onto the pillow. Guu, seeing that the object had finally passed, calmly climbed back onto her feet.
Desco, was still freaking out, even crying a little bit, afraid of what has come over her friend. Guu placed a nubbed arm on her shoulder.
“It’s cool. I’m fine. I was holding this egg for someone else.”
“So Guu is going to be okay?”
“Yep.”
“Yay!” Yelled Desco gleefully. She hugged her. “Desco is glad Guu is okay!”
The pink enigma returned the hug before quickly parting.
“Let’s watch it hatch, alright?”
“Okay!”
The pair looked down at the egg. It was already twitching around on the pillow. Eventually, a tiny foot kicked through the shell in one fast motion. A tiny hand broke through to make another hole. Guu reached down, forming little hands and started pulling away at the shell, revealing more and more of the little one’s green skin.
Minutes go by and eventually the green child was fully unobscured by shell. She looked like a human baby, accept she had a pair of green antennae popping out of her forehead. She cried a little bit from the exposure to the cold Camelotian air.
Guu, sensing the baby’s discomfort, picked up the child and held her against her chest. The baby slowly became placated by the pink one’s warmth.
“Welcome to the world, Naturae.”
Re: Colosseum - Spectator Thread - Undyne - 11-15-2015
"You got killed? Really? What happened with that?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "Did your enemy decide not to spare you, or was it an accident? I mean, it's still a friendly tourney, no reason to kill one another... right?" She asked that whilst Axorn was looking down at the Colosseum battles, as he was taking a break from speaking.
"I honestly doubt that we two are competitors to any of the big ones around here. I only barely was able to obtain my magma breath before my fight, and I don't exactly feel very strong. People around here are fast and my scales aren't durable enough. Not to mention that the physics seem to operate on an entirely different system - I realize that more and more with each hour I go by around here. Don't get too disappointed." She gave his back a comforting pat just before suddenly Axorn tensed up and she withdrew her hand, thinking that he had been angered by her approach.
"Axorn? What's the matter?" She asked and looked at the battle, but really she couldn't make out who it was. Axorn wasn't exactly being precise about who he was angry about, and there were several men in the quarterfinals. "You mean that Shang guy?" She turned her head towards him just in time to see the the dragon's skull erupting out of seemingly nowhere and she leapt to her feet, yelling. "AXORN! What the..." She frantically looked around, trying to see if she could make out anyone who had attacked, while around her some spectators panicked and dropped to the ground. She growled and yelled loudly. "HELP! HELP HERE! I NEED A DOCTOR!" Taking no notice of that Axorn's face was apparently melting off or something she shoved several spectators aside when she noticed a first-aid team of two men approaching, from a group prepared in case that the Colosseum magic walls were to fail for any reason and a stray attack from one of the combatants were to hit. Lucky. Her method was a bit brutal but she couldn't count on the panicked people to run aside to let the team through.
As soon as the men were there to start treating Axorn Alexyana rushed past them and along the spectator ranks. She had no idea where the shot had come from, but she had seen those dragonhunters earlier, at the entrance to the medical tent, and counted on that if it were the same group again they would be donning the same attire. Because she ran away from Dawnika and Axorn however, the Dataverse device that she had given to the former burnt out in her hands and vanished because Alexyana was going too far away from it to further supply it with energy. At least the open site was staying saved, so Dawnika could resume the read whenever she was done. Alexyana counted on her friend to help the medical team with Axorn - she could perhaps have provided them with some insight on the draconic body, but she wanted to chase down whoever had attacked them, though something in the back of her head told her to be careful. Axorn's scales and skull had been easily pierced by the beam, it must have been a very strong attack. And what if the attacker aimed for her next?
Re: Colosseum - Spectator Thread - King Axorn - 11-16-2015
As Alexyana took off to question the dragon hunters, the group of medics were greatly distressed and confused at what had just transpired. None of them were paying attention to see the mask form from Axorn's scales, and assumed it had just been there in the first place. The medics looked over the body and were surprised to find no injury, just blood. The licensed practitioners removed the mask and found, upon closer inspection, that sections of the mask were missing in the two areas where the blast would have entered and left Axorn's body, and promptly tossed it aside. Axorn was completely intact; without injury.
"What the heck?" One of them said, "We saw him get shot straight through the head by something, where are the injuries?"
"No idea." The other responded.
"Primes and their weird abilities these days... they just keep getting weirder."
While the medics were distracted, the scales and bone shards that seemed to have come from the injury underwent a intriguing transformation. They turned into white shards, of a material akin to that of the mask Axorn was wearing. The small shards began levitating slowly, catching the eyes of some of the crowd in awe, and began shooting towards the broken mask, avoiding everything in their way so that it was not disturbed. The shards fit themselves back into the broken sections like an automated puzzle and seemed to seal itself with the rest of the mask, with no sign that it was ever damaged.
As the shards flew past the medics, they found themselves gaping, jaws to the floor, at their surreal situation.
"How in Omni's name is this possible?" the first one said. That question however, remains to be answered in the near future.
When Axorn blinked his eyes open and came to, the medics were packing up and leaving, there was no need for treatment.
Axorn got up, wiped the blood off the side of his head, picked up his mask, and set off to find Alexyana. Well, she tried helping me out even though it wasn't needed, I guess that warrants at least an explanation. Axorn spread his wings and took to the air scanning the crowd for Alexyana, hoping he'd be able to find her before she did something reckless and got into trouble.
Re: Colosseum - Spectator Thread - King Axorn - 11-16-2015
Quote:Note: all of that in the previous post is RP fodder and provides no battle advantages whatsoever.
It will all be explained in due time.
Re: Colosseum - Spectator Thread - Undyne - 11-17-2015
It was a good thing that the Colosseum was crowded with people, most of which hadn't even witnessed the attack on Axorn or the medical team coming through - Alexyana was getting stuck every two steps, needing to climb over people who hadn't found a seat and were sitting on the ground or dodging kids that were running around between the seats, playing Gladiators with wood swords they had bought at the Carnival. As a result the dragoness was barely advancing, and even if she did she couldn't see any suspicious hooded figures far and wide. Or even anyone who wore a cloak similar to the one she had seen on the dragonhunters that had assaulted her.
"Where the hell did that attack come from...? Damnit, it could have been anyone at this point!" Her gaze shifted to the Colosseum Arena for a brief moment, but then again... no, they probably had taken better precautions than that to keep the spectators from getting injured, and it didn't look like the current fights were having stray shots being flung all around. But if there was a protection... wait. If there was a protective barrier in the center, that severely restricted the directions Axorn could have gotten hit from - from the sides or behind possibly, but not from the front as anyone on the other side of the Colosseum would have had their attack stopped by the barrier. So what was it then? She stopped in her tracks on one of the staircases leading from and to the Colosseum spectator seats and the exit, then moved towards a protected corridor just in front of the staircase where it was much harder to get hit by projectiles - if, of course, the attacker was gunning for her as well. But she had no way of knowing now.
"Grr... damnit!" She yelled and slammed her fist into the wall, breaking one of the bricks into two clean halves. "Why did they shoot him anyway? Was it really dragonhunters?" She was starting to doubt it. They wouldn't try two attacks in such a short timespan, and they didn't seem as well equipped to conduct such an offense, at least not when she had fought them. So who was it? And why?
Re: Colosseum - Spectator Thread - Schwi Dola - 11-18-2015
Desco looked curiously at the newborn. It was a humanoid, but it was green. Was it a demon? It was so strange, Guu having a baby all of a sudden from an egg. It wasn't her egg? Desco's thoughts crossed many different boundaries and tangents.
She was a a younger Desco, in a test tube. Her heart beat and her body was the same as it is now. Nine years ago she had yet to to start living. But she rested in a maturation chamber as her father having completed his initial design accelerated her body development to the desired age. Her mind was active with the programming she had been given and the memories implanted into her.
At this point Desco's physical age was very close to his daughter's, Fuka. Of course he knew that Demons didn't age quickly, his goal was different with Desco than what she grew into. She was the prototype, to be experimented with, trained, used, and all the other tasks he needed her for to develop a finalized version. She knew all of that too of course, at least she found out later. For the experiments to work she had to have an unfettered goal as the final design would have so she didn't have any allowance to step down from it even for the DesX that would come.
Desco's birth was still in her memory. She was already fully developed and capable of keeping all information she gathered. The young demon even had memories of before her birth. Then the fluid in the chamber drained away, Yogsothoth appeared by instinct, and she opened her eyes for the first time to see her father. "Welcome to the world, Desco!" "Hello.. daddy!"
This was very different from her birth. She understood that humans and even other demons would be created in a very different manner but she had never seen it first hand. From an egg, this creature was probably a demon. Humans were carried by their mothers to their birth. "Ohhhh..." Desco stepped closer and closer, wide eyes staring at the young namekian. She didn't know much about what to do with a newborn. There was something missing though, so she pulled out some Omnilium from her chest and focused on it. After a few minutes, she had a pink blanket. Desco handed it out to Guu. "Here!"