WAOA Arena

[Slenn]

EMily and Gwen turned away as Ozma was dealing the finishing blow.

<color=blue>"Let's head to bed. This fight turned out more gruesome than expected."

<color=purple>"Yeah..." Gwen sighed, forcing herself to stop sticking out her tongue at Ozma from a distance.

They proceeded into their rooms.

 

[DotSlash]

Carmen shifted in her seat a bit as she saw Ozma finish the fight off, smiling a small bit as she sipped her usual red wine. [color=bb0066] "Well... quite the flourish to end that fight with. That woman seems like fun." [/color]

 

[Kirke]

OoC: Would everyone kindly tell me your characters wins/losses/draws/kills/deaths? It was too long since I updated the rankings, and I would like to get it right.

 

[Random berk]

OOC: @Kirke Dromaeus: 1 kill, 1 victory, 2 losses, 2 deaths. James: 1 kill, 1 victory, 1 loss, 1 death (he never actually engaged Diana or Ozma in that last fight, and only challenged Dromaeus, so it seems to me that that should be a victory for him.Obviously Dromaeus interfered in their fight and so his death would count there, though since he didn't kill anyone it doesn't matter.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

OoC: Anyone here?

 

[Silver Shadow]

IM HERE NOW, AFTER A WEEK OF TESTS, WOOH!
Ok so whats going on?

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Spoiler: OoC: @Silver

 

[Drakmorg]

OoC: Would everyone kindly tell me your characters wins/losses/draws/kills/deaths? It was too long since I updated the rankings, and I would like to get it right.

The only new thing for my characters is that Ozma fought, and now has a score of 1/0/0/1/0

 

[Silver Shadow]

@Gear: I see...

 

[Wackymon]

The Blank Slate sat in the locker room, doing... Nothing. It was sitting there.

 

[Random berk]

James reclined in one of the chairs in the lounge, legs crossed and smoking.

 

[Kirke]

In the main air duct, above the lounge, the Meta silently stalked. He made little noise, but if someone was paying attention, they might hear heavy but quiet footsteps.

 

[Wackymon]

The Blank Slate began to walk around, carrying a wide verity of random items in a bag with the bottom literally punched out. It eventually enters the Lodge.

 

[Random berk]

James leaned his head back and blew out a smoke ring, directly overhead. Smirking as he listened to the footsteps and watched the point where the metal panels buckled slightly, he quietly undid the clasp on his shoulder holster and eased out his pistol before levelling it at the air duct. If he fired at the Meta, the bullet would pass straight through the ring before striking him.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Sir Dan was in the lounge, trying to figure out how he could drink something without a jaw.

 

[Wackymon]

The Blank Slate looked at Sir Dan, and looked at the drink he was holding. He saw that there was another drink, and picked it up... And seemed perplexed on what to do.

 

[Kirke]

The Meta stopped as he heard a pistol being readied, and sat completely still in a crouch.
OoC: @Random: Oh, misread that then.

 

[Random berk]

OOC: @Kirke He never fired a shot.:|

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Eventually, Dan decided to try and do something. He looked straight up, and poured the drink down whwere his mouth should have been. The result was it falling through him and ending up in a puddle on the floor. He moaned, embarresed.

 

[Wackymon]

The Blank Slate saw what Dan did, and tried to do the same, resulting it in flowing all over himself.
It seemed confused as to why it did not happen like it did with Dan. It looked at James.