WAOA Arena

[Captain Anon]

OCCh damn never mind then

 

[Kirke]

Tophat stood in its room, and raised one hand. He looked at it, and with great concentration a spell orb appeared. It was white and seemed quite cold. It pushed it's hand out and launched a cone of cold at the wall. Tophat smiled a bit as it summoned another spell and continued to train up it's magic, using the tomes it had memorised from it's time in Winterhold.

 

[DotSlash]

With Greed pushing on the arm and then aiming at his throat, Rex shifted himself in the direction Greed had shoved him to fall over and avoid not having vocal cords. As he fell, he grabbed Greed's outstretched arm near the hand and swung a charged knee toward the man's elbow, aiming to break it. [color=000066] ...This isn't going to get me anywhere... I've got to buy enough time to charge my gun... [/color]

 

[Kirke]

The Meta strode back and forth, then headed to the locker room. He took his bruteshot and sharpened it, sliding the whetstone over the curved blade.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

OoC: Anyone here?

 

[Kirke]

OoC: @Gear: I am.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

OoC: @Kirke Heya.

 

[Kirke]

OoC: @Gear: Hello. Want a fight?

 

[Gearhead mk2]

@Kirke: Sure. You up for a real crack at that Meta/Lambda fight?

 

[Kirke]

The gentle hum of the AI making it's presence clear attempted to gain the attention of Lambda, then the AI spoke.
"Hello, please proceed to the arena. An opponent will be awaiting you there."
OoC: @Gear: Sure.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Hearing the voice, Lambda quickly consulted the map of the facility she had made in her databases, then floated over to the entrance of the arena.

 

[Kirke]

The Meta stood in the arena with his bruteshot drawn, awaiting Lambda. As the arena doors opened, the hate, anger and desire in the Meta's glare was almost palpable.

 

[Random berk]

In the darkness of the recieving rooms a man tossed and turned on the bed, growling and gasping in his sleep. Suddenly he sprang awake with a snarl, bolting upright, a tearing sound as he ripped into the bedsheet with his fingernails. He sighed as he realised he had been dreaming, then stopped abruptly. Scowling, he sniffed the air. Then, getting to his feet, he began to pad towards the door, peering around, seemingly unhindered by the darkness.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Lambda stopped as she saw the Meta. She scanned him. "Scanning... Multiple Artifical Inteligences detected... Unknown technology... Preparing battle mode... Estimated threat level S." Dust swirled around her feet, the red light on her visor flashed and she spread her wingblades as she got into a fighting stance.

@Rndom: Heya. Your new guy, huh?

 

[Random berk]

OOC: Yep. I'm not bothering to bring him into the thread now. He's not a patch on any of the Tau, let alone my OC for them. But he should do alright here just to pass the time.

The man pushed the door open cautiously, his demeanour that of an animal that knows it has little to fear, but is aware of the value of alertness nonetheless. The light of the hall revealed a man with rippling muscles and a scruffy, harshly lined face, dressed only in a pair of tattered old jeans and a white vest. He continued to sniff the air and began to set off down the hallway, glaring at the unfamiliar surroundings as he went.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

OoC: @Random Right then. My character's in the lounge.

 

[Kirke]

"Hello, and welcome to the Evilington Interdimensional arena. Please, enjoy your stay."
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The Meta walked closer to Lambda, and she would hear whispers of the AI in his head calling for her with temptations of unending life and power.

OoC: @Random: Hi. You want to join in on the fight?

 

[Random berk]

OOC: @Kirke May do that, yeah. I'll head to the lounge first though.

Reaching the lounge, the man spotted the Meta and Lambda immediately. He frowned at the sight of the cyborgs.

"Huh. I thought it smelled like engine oil up here." He remarked dryily.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Laguna was looking at the bar, trying to pick a drink, when he heard a new voice. He looked around and saw the newcomer. "Oh hey, a new guy. Welcome aboard I guess. And I don't smell oil..." He gave the air a quick sniff.

Lambda rushed to engage the Meta, spinning like a top, her wingblades swinging at his chest.

 

[Kirke]

The Meta raised his bruteshot, firmly blocking the wingblades before pushing them across in front of him harmlessly. He snarled and stabbed at Lambda's throat, taking a step forward.