WAOA Arena
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"If your central nervous system gets damaged or severed, yeah." James admitted. "But there are a lot of different ways it can mess up. For example, there's this thing called Alien Hand Syndrome, where one hand is somehow isolated from the rest of the system, and basically takes on a mind of its own. There could be one that eliminates your ability to feel pain." He turned to follow Diana's line of sight to the new man and raised an eyebrow.
"A combatant? That guy looks a bit... I don't know. Somehow I wouldn't take any man wearing a hat that size seriously."
"A combatant? That guy looks a bit... I don't know. Somehow I wouldn't take any man wearing a hat that size seriously."
As Weizoth wandered further into the hulk, he would find the site of a fierce battle. the corridors would be stinking with the smell of Ozone and gunpowder, and genestealer carcasses littered the floor. Farther in, 5 Space marines in terminator armor were all on the ground, in various forms of decay. Their armor had been ripped from them, leaving nothing but scraps and spent casings on the floor. This would be the largest room Weizoth had entered into yet, and his footsteps would cause the room to echo.
Gold rubbed at his eyes, blinking several times. [sub]"Arceus, I really need to invest in more resistant shock platings..."[/sub]
John would sever the gargoyle's mouth from it, its death cry unhearable due to the vacuum he was in.
Gold rubbed at his eyes, blinking several times. [sub]"Arceus, I really need to invest in more resistant shock platings..."[/sub]
John would sever the gargoyle's mouth from it, its death cry unhearable due to the vacuum he was in.
Diana looked at her left hand. "Perhaps..." She looked back at the new man. "Admittedly his dress sense is suspect, but this man has the air of a noble, and he should be treated as such."
The newcomer noticed the group and approached them unafraid. When he caught sight of Alakazam however he grew visibly wary, and his hand crept to the folds of cloth across his cuirass, as though reaching for something inside.
"Ah... bonjour. Ou-sommes nous?" He asked hesitantly, watching the Pokemon carefully.
"Ah... bonjour. Ou-sommes nous?" He asked hesitantly, watching the Pokemon carefully.
Weizoth paid little attention to the bodies around him. He continued through the room, making his way to the opposite end in hopes of finding an exit. As he went, he dropped the body of the genestealer he had been carrying and opened his book once more. Holding up his free hand, black tendrils of energy erupted from his palm and snaked their way into the bodies of the dead genestealers in the room. Soon after, the bodies all stood up and shambled up to Weizoth and followed behind him.
Tophat entered the lounge, just in time to hear the frenchman speak. It stood and looked at him for a moment, then replied.
"Salutations. Je ne sais pas à quelle heure de la journée, il est, ni même si il ya un jour et la nuit ici. Cependant, nous sommes tous en paix ici en dehors de l'arène."(1)
1: Greetings. I am not sure what time of day it is, or indeed if there is a day and night here. However, we are all at peace here outside the arena.
"Salutations. Je ne sais pas à quelle heure de la journée, il est, ni même si il ya un jour et la nuit ici. Cependant, nous sommes tous en paix ici en dehors de l'arène."(1)
1: Greetings. I am not sure what time of day it is, or indeed if there is a day and night here. However, we are all at peace here outside the arena.
The Frenchman nodded in recognition and sighed when Diana spoke.
"Ah, english? I see. What is this place?" On hearing Tophat speak behind him he turned to look at him.
"Arene? Quelle arene? Sommes nous dans les Frances? Bretagne?"
(Arena? What arena? Is this somewhere in France? England?)
"Ah, english? I see. What is this place?" On hearing Tophat speak behind him he turned to look at him.
"Arene? Quelle arene? Sommes nous dans les Frances? Bretagne?"
(Arena? What arena? Is this somewhere in France? England?)
Weizoth would find another corridor that quickly began twisting and turning throughout the ship. It would require one by one movement down the corridor, and a tight fit for Weizoth.
"Je crains que je ne sais pas, mais je ne crois pas que ce lieu soit sur ​​la Terre. Cela semble très probable fou de toi, et elle est. L'arène est appelé Evilington interdimensionnel arène, si ma mémoire est bonne."
(I am afraid I don't know, though I do not believe this place to be on Earth. That likely sounds extremely crazy for you, and it is. The arena is called Evilington interdimensional arena, if my memory serves.)
(I am afraid I don't know, though I do not believe this place to be on Earth. That likely sounds extremely crazy for you, and it is. The arena is called Evilington interdimensional arena, if my memory serves.)
Diana looked pleased when the man spoke english. "So you can talk. This is an arena where we fight for fame and amusment. I am afraid I know not of it's exact location, but it seems to be somewhere between worlds."
Soggy. Jack was, generally speaking, sick of being soggy. Everything was either soggy, or moist, or damp, or dank, or just plain wet. Including him. He hated it. Hated the whole damn city. Wished nothing more than to be able to leave the place and never look back. Turns out, he can. Cause now he's in the arena.
The Frenchman looked from Tophat to Diana and back again.
"Yes, of course I can talk. I was speaking in French. Have you not heard it? Are there such isolated villages in England that people still do not recognise our language?" He turned to Tophat, unsure who to question about the bizarre answer.
"Il semble bizarre.Est ce ciel? Est ce ce que voulez dire vous?" He glanced at Diana again and frowned momentarily, then spoke once more to Tophat.
"Parlez-vous Anglais?"
(It does sounds bizarre. How can... is this somewhere in Heaven? Is that what you mean?)
"Yes, of course I can talk. I was speaking in French. Have you not heard it? Are there such isolated villages in England that people still do not recognise our language?" He turned to Tophat, unsure who to question about the bizarre answer.
"Il semble bizarre.Est ce ciel? Est ce ce que voulez dire vous?" He glanced at Diana again and frowned momentarily, then spoke once more to Tophat.
"Parlez-vous Anglais?"
(It does sounds bizarre. How can... is this somewhere in Heaven? Is that what you mean?)
"I am not from this... England, or what ever country you said. I am from the city-state of Shinestone. And I have never heard anything like what you speak."
"I do. I was mainly speaking French for your benefit. And this is not somewhere in heaven, I don't think. I doubt Heaven is run by a soulless corporation." - Tophat said before looking over at Diana.
"No, you wouldn't have. Frankly, I am a tad surprised that you speak English."
"No, you wouldn't have. Frankly, I am a tad surprised that you speak English."