WAOA Arena

[Chungus]

"Yes... I didn't expect you to come back in what amounts to a bipedal tank, that's all." Solaris responded to Ragnar in a joking manner in turn, looking to his wolfish grin for a moment as he bared his teeth, before looking to his eyes. "By the time you enter the arena, the surroundings will be different again, from what I've seen. It's chosen at random."

"As I keep saying, I don't see this as fun. To say that I veiw this as a bother would be putting it lightly, and with every new reveal, I grow more annoyed at the situation." Solaris said casually, looking back to Carmen, raising an eyebrow at Carmen's cheecks now looking flushed when they weren't before. "Maybe you should have some coffee, instead... If someone were to challange you now, you'd be at a disadvantage. Even if you wouldn't die, you'd still move down the score board."

 

[Drakmorg]

Whether it was from Ragnar's noisy entrance, or Lapis' prolonged poking, Jerrog finally awoke from his nap on the couch, sleepily waving away the end of Lapis' staff that was still jabbing into the side of his snout. "Agh, I'm awake. Whaddya want now?" He grunted with annoyance as he lazily sat back up.
"It's about time. Get up Jerrog. We have to look around to see if any more of our Clan has wound up here."
"Maybe it'd be faster if'n we split up and searched."
Lapis brought a hand to her chin and glanced off in a random direction. "I suppose it's not an idea entirely without merit."
"Glad ya see it moi way." Jerrog commented as he flopped back onto his back, once again taking up the entire length of the sofa. "I'll search around in this here room. See if anyone shows up."
Lapis sighed in annoyance and shook her head. "I suppose it's the best I can get from you. I'll search the rest of the facility. If anyone shows up here, do not let them go wandering off, understand?"
"Yeah yeah, I got it."
"Good." Lapis turned and exited the room, giving everyone else in it a polite nod and a "Good day." As she walked by them.

 

[Chungus]

Briefly glancing over her shoulder, looking to Jerrog, as she overheard the conversation between him and Laspis, Solaris raised an eyebrow. My... He's almost as bad as Sloth.

"A good day to you, too." Solaris responded, somewhat distant-mindedly, as Lapis greeted her upon leaving. In the brief moment she was near Solaris, Lapis would feel a sense of uneasiness, as she too would pick up on the inhuman pressense Solaris emitted.

 

[Random berk]

"Heh. Most humans react that way when they first see a Space Marine." Ragnar replied, shifting the wolf's head hanging from his shoulder. "Never gets old." He nodded to Lapis as she passed him, catching sight of the golem standing immobile in the corner as he did so. "Huh. Ugly piece of furniture. This place could do with a bit more eye catching decoration. And a few casks of Mjod while they're at it." He went back to scanning the screen, looking for combatants in the dense foliage. "Bah. What is the point of displaying their battles if they're just going to cover it up with trees?"

 

[Chungus]

"Oh, that thing?" Solaris questioned as she followed Ragnar's glance towards the golem when he made mention of it. "That one's alive, for all intents and purposes. It must've fallen asleep." She idly commented, then looked back to the Tv screen, now wholly desinterested. "Yes... I stopped paying attention to that a while ago."

 

[Random berk]

"Alive? A machine of some sort?"

 

[Chungus]

"No..." Solaris said in response to Ragnar. She wanted to say more, but instead reconsiddered her words, wanting to aleviate her boredom by playing off Ragnar's supersticion, and hopefully sow some discord. "My brother told me about... things like this one here once. Golems, they were called, I think. They're made by taking a certain material, in this case stone, and either animating them with some form of magic, or by bonding a soul to it. This is the first time I've seen one myself..."

 

[Random berk]

Ragnar listened attentively to what Solaris said, his scowl growing deeper and his teeth baring subconsciously as she went on. Living inorganic material, magical animation, souls bound into the material... the golem had looked unfamiliar to him, but this description was all too well known to many chapters of the Adeptus Astartes.

"Not mine. Such abominations are created by the Eldar using vile xeno sorcery, and used to bring ruin to the loyal servants of our Allfather, the Emperor." He turned on his heel, raising the huge gun in his hands to his shoulder.

"Only one way to deal with the works of the alien."

 

[Chungus]

My. I believe that was a success. Solaris thought to herself as she supressed the urge to smirk when Ragnar raised his gurn. "It did seem rather dumb, going so far as to say it was willing to work for our captors... I wrote it off as mere stupidity then, but thinking about it now..." She stated, then intentionally trailed off, letting Ragnar's imagination fill in the blanks.

 

[Demonjazz]

The golem just continued to stand there saying nothing. Though it's head started to slump down slightly

 

[Random berk]

Ragnar was looking over his shoulder at Solaris as she spoke, but now turned to face the golem, his expression grim. Levelling his bolter he opened fire and raked the golem's chest with a burst of automatic fire, each of the rocket propelled shells exploding with the force of a small frag grenade where they struck.

 

[Demonjazz]

... The sleeping golem explodes just leaving his head alive. "I was just sleeping! What did you do that for!"

 

[Chungus]

With Ragnar firing the shots, Solaris, pressed her right hand on the bar counter, and vaulted over it for cover in case there would be further violence following. Ah, humans. Stupid, violent creatures. A few words, and they fly for eachother's throats... She thought, unable to supress her smirk any longer. You may not be... quite human, but you're just as ignorant.

 

[DotSlash]

Carmen flapped back and retreated as Ragnar fired off the shot and blew the golem to bits. She landed a few feet away from him, sliding back. [color=bb0066] ...Damn it... [/color] Her wings spanned out fully before reverting to their normal position behind her back.

Ness winced and rolled off the get once the blast sounded. She was still a bit tired and shambled behind the couch. [color=666666] ....Ugh.... I can't ever get a break, can I? [/color]

 

[Random berk]

Lowering his bolter, Ragnar walked forward to stand over the golem's fallen head and glare down on it.
"Shut up, abomination. You have no place in this galaxy." He raised one ceramite-clad foot and brought it down with crushing force on the head.

 

[Demonjazz]

"What are you talkin-" And with those last words the golem was crushed into pieces

 

[Chungus]

Hearing Ragnar speak, followed by the sound of his heavy foot crushing down on the golem's head, Solaris cupped her hands infront of her mouth, supressing the urge to chuckle, doing so barely. My! How ruthless~! Once things seemed to settle down, solaris slowly stood up, and looked around. Hmm. This was so effective, I think I'll employ it on you, if you prove to be more trouble then you're worth. she thought as she momentarily looked to where Carmen had landed, before looking back to Ragnar, her facial expression back to neutral. She certainly was no longer bored.

"Is... everyone alright?" She called out, faigning being shaken.

 

[Random berk]

Ragnar spat in the powdered golem head, then flicked the safety back on his bolter and slowly turned back to face the others.

"Sorry about the mess." He said to Ness and the others, noting the panicked appearances of the three women and feeling a twinge of embarrassment. "Had to be done."

 

[Chungus]

Solaris blew a small sigh, throwing her hair back over her shoulder, stroking it back in shape with her left hand. "Let's hope it doesn't need to be done another time..." She commented, lightly rubbing the bridge of her nose once done with her hair. She glanced down to the pile of rubble that had been the golem, then looked up to Ragnar's face, smiling a small bit, while keeping up the act of being somewhat shaken.

 

[Kirke]

In the entrance room, a figure in some sort of armour fell out of the air around a meter up, landing with the clank and clutter of armour. He groaned and then looked up, flicking on a flashlight sitting on his helmet.
"Where am I? And how bloody much did I drink last night?" He spoke with something of a mixed accent, leaning towards an Australian aone.
"Hello, and welcome to the arena. Please, proceed through the door."
The figure got up, fingering something on his belt.
An arena huh? Been awhile since somebody was so bleeding stupid to put me in an arena. Ah well, let's find the bugger in charge and get outta here.

He walked out of the dark room, turning off his flashlight, then cautiously stepped down the corridor towards the lounge. He was wearing dark and dirty armour with a full face helmet, although now he pulled the visor up and the gas mask down around his neck. At his belt was a myriad of pockets, a revolver in a holster and a sword. Across his back an old single-shot rifle was slung and he had a belt of ammunition across his chest, along with a knife.

OoC: Thought I'd jump in for a while since you guys seem to be having such fun.