WAOA Arena

[DotSlash]

Carmen unamusedly blinked before taking Shi firmly and putting the girl back onto the floor. [color=bb0066] "There's this thing called personal space, dear. You need to be wary and try not to impede on it." [/color]

She sighed once more, beginning to regret having spoken to the girl to begin with. [color=bb0066] "Earl Gray has a fresh, sort of citrus-y taste to it." [/color]

Carmen waved dismissively in response to Vinyl. [color=bb0066] "Have fun, dear." [/color]

 

[Outisakanobody]

"Who's Earl Gray anyway? Did invent this tea or something?" Shi asked Carmen.

 

[Demonjazz]

"I found some mikes and stuff while falling through an attic" She said starting to actually set up stuff in the room

 

[DotSlash]

Carmen sighed and looked off to the side. [color=bb0066] "Tch... Find someone more versed in tea origins. I only drink it for the taste." [/color]

Seeing Vinyl setting up in the room, the succubus did nothing to stop her, idly taking another sip of her drink.

 

[Outisakanobody]

"Aww, you should really find that out." Shi said to Carmen, acting very disappointed.

 

[Demonjazz]

"... So you don't want to hear about, why I was falling through a ceiling?"

 

[Outisakanobody]

Shi then lept back on back on Carmen and leaned on her chest, swinging her feet in the air. "Can you tell me a story? Pleassse?" she asked.

 

[DotSlash]

Carmen casually picked Shi up by the back of her collar and placed her back down on the ground. [color=bb0066] "...Can you listen to someone for once, dear?" [/color] The succubus then got up off of the lounge chair and walked out of the room. Once she turned the corner out of the doorway, she would look as if she had disappeared.

 

[Demonjazz]

Vinyl who had her back turned when Shi leaped on Carmen and than turned around to see her "... I'm guessing that this somehow relates to ninjas" she than saw Carmen disappear "... I'm still guessing ninjas

 

[Drakmorg]

"Eh, I'm not all that ssurprissed that there'ss ssomething that ssoundss like me back where ya came from. Figured that might'a been tha casse after tha kid I met what ssaid 'e wass from Earth wass talkin' how I could understand." Jerrog replied to Commander Alphonse. "Dunno why you'd asssume I'd assk about that though. Not like I'm ever gonna ssee tha place." Once all the loud noises had started in the lounge, Jerrog pressed his hands down on the base of his long ear. "Feh! I'm through with thiss place! Anyone wantss to usse this place fer what it'ss actually fer, I'll be down there." He loudly announced to those in the lounge, pointing over at the screens displaying what was in the Arena. With that, he made his way out of the lounge, stopping by the locker-room to pick something up before going into the Arena proper.

 

[Outisakanobody]

"Aww shoot. I wanted a story..." Shi said with a pout.

 

[Demonjazz]

"You could of just asked for a story? I would have told you one"

 

[Wackymon]

Blank walked into the Arena, duel wielding ridiculously enchanted chainswords.

Using knowledge base: Nothing.

 

[Drakmorg]

While he was waiting for an opponent, Jerrog had taken it upon himself to find a way to kill time in the Arena. He had done so by polishing the item he had retrieved from his locker before-hand, a large and heavy-looking bazooka. Hearing something step into the Arena, he looked up from his work. "Heh. About toime ssomethin' sshowed up in 'ere. I wass gettin' resstlesss." He stood up and hefted the bazooka over his right shoulder, holding it in place with one arm.

 

[Wackymon]

The thing just stared at him.
It then proceeded to throw a rock at him.

 

[Drakmorg]

Jerrog twisted as the rock came his way, causing it to bounce off the plating of his bazooka. "Oi! At leasst have some resspect fer yer opponent, ya ruddy git!"

Sensing the on-set of violence, the automated announcer sealed off the exits of the Arena and began generating terrain. "Combat Sequence Initiated." The Arena was seemingly transformed into a sprawling plain, with grass as far as the eye could see. "Jerrog of Clan Warden vs. Unnamed Combatant. Fight!"

"Guesss I'll just teach ye some resspect roight now then." Jerrog muttered to himself. He reached into a bag he wore at his side and pulled out a smaller sack made of thin cloth. Planting one end of his bazooka on the ground, Jerrog shoved the bag down into the opposite end.

 

[Wackymon]

It then walked up to a wall, and hugged it.

 

[Drakmorg]

Seeing that his opponent was likely mentally impaired, Jerrog glanced up at the ceiling. "Eh, any chance we can call thiss thing off? Doessn't sseem very ssporting iss all when thiss thing doessn't know what'ss goin' on."

Evaluating the situation, the announcer voice rang out, "Mismatch declared, match over." The Arena returned to it's original state shortly thereafter.

Jerrog shook his head and trudged out of the arena, still hefting his cannon over his shoulder.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Kenna walked down the hallway, and eventually found her way to the lounge. "Nice place..."

 

[Outisakanobody]

"I prefer where we just were myself. Though it seems more peaceful." Patrick said as he entered the lounge.