The Arena!
Aug 17, 2012 20:47:04 GMT
Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2012 20:47:04 GMT
The roar of the arena was currently more of a murmur as the crowds filled in, it wasn't a particularly large space, the building was made of wood and carefully shaped to give tiered seating, all save the pit where the battles were to occur. The cast iron of the arena ring was set up to ensure that no-one could escape, two heavy gates at either end one filled with shadowy figures and one with cowering people. Above this was a perspex dome, clear enough to see through but made of incredibly tough plastic. A man sat in a plush red leather arm-chair on an overhang as he gazed down at the arena floor, covered in sand to aid the mopping up of blood. A slight smile tweaked at the corners of his mouth. The world wasn't all that bad now, his people had come across well, the Norians had abilities that meant they weren't completely helpless here which was more than could be said for some people.
Today the fights were designed to be one-sided, it was to be a calmer day than usual. He kept his face and body shadowed, only his shiny leather gloves and immaculate shoes were visible, his dark blue suit hanging lightly off his frame as he sat back in his chair and idly indicated towards the arena. A smaller man with wiry grey hair coughed as he approached the microphone a few feet in front of the booth.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! WELCOME TO THE ARENA OF NORIA! WE MAY BE STRANDED ON A FOREIGN WORLD BUT WE CAN KEEP OUT SPIRITS UP WITH THESE DISPLAYS OF PHYSICAL PROWESS!" the applause was loud, the wiry haired man swallowed hard. The criminal elements of Noria had troubles dealing with the Hero Force and operating this close to Guardian's Lookout felt like a problem but it was what they'd requested... he still felt bad. Using people like this. Without further ado, he raised the gates and shouted out
"TONIGHT, OUR SPECIAL EVENT, MONSTER VS HUMANS!" the end with the whimperings suddenly unveiled itself a number of humans found inside, wandering out in obvious trepidation.
"HAND PICKED AND SCANNED TO ENSURE THEY'RE BASELINE, THESE TRANSIENTS IN OUR LANDS ARE-- ARE TO FIGHT THE FINEST GLADIATORS WE HAVE" it felt wrong, he was disgusted with himself but he needed the money. The other fights were real ones; warriors VS warriors. Glancing to the man in the suit he swallowed, thought of his family and continued
"LET THE GAMES BEGIN"
The humans were all sorts, young, old, male, female, and all seemed panicked save for one. He seemed more sleepy. Light brown hair a mess of spikes and clumps, he looked athletic, in good shape, a pale grey T-shirt on his torso and a loose pair of jeans ending in battered old converse sneakers. He was using a black and blue rucksack for a pillow and very lightly snoring. One of the older humans shook him to wake him and watched at the surprisingly clear blue eyes that opened at him
"Muh? Whassup old timer?"" he yawned, blinking in confusion at where he was
"I'm sorry, son. They musta grabbed you while you slept. We're in the arena, you're going to die here"
"Oh. Uhhh, what Arena?"
"It's these damn Norians, they kidnap us normal folks and have us fight monsters, people who can fire beams from their palms and fly in the air like birds"
"Really? All the Norians I've met seem alright. I mean, a little pompous maybe but..." getting to his feet, the young man rolled his shoulders and yawned widely, he still looked half asleep as he glanced around. So much for visiting Musashi, looked like he'd hit a detour. From the far gate a huge figure lumbered out, blue skin with green highlights and a mane of purple hair, a snout sniffling out and bat wings on his back the loinclothed alien bellowed to the rooftops
"JURON KA HURUNGA!!!!"
"Oh, that's Namekian, I think he's saying he's going to cuddle us all or... no, wait, kill. Context sensitive. How strong is Juron?"
"You want to fight him? Son, it's suicide, none of us can match that might, his power levels over 900!"
"900? Really?" his sceptical view was picked up on by Juron
"900, Yes. Juron strongest there is. Juron-"
"BWA, hahahahahah, No, I'm sorry, I'm sorry that's, BUhHAhahahahahahah, I can't, stop it I HAAHAHAHAHA" wiping tears from his eyes, the young man giggled a few more times "I needed that, thanks. Let's do it" adopting a loose stance, the young man looked almost pleased to be fighting the monstrous Juron. The beast blinked, confused and a little outraged, before lunging with a strike designed to pierce the little human through the mid- Miss?
Juron had enough time to register the miss when he felt a knee crash into his chin from the side and see the leaping figure of the young human. Swiping with his arm he saw as the boy hit the floor crouched, leapt again and in a blur of motion struck again with the heel of his foot to Juron's jaw in a vicious spin and a loud crack as his consciousness left him. As he hit the ground he was vaguely aware of his head being cradled and a voice saying in broken Namekian
"Careful, head bump bad" as he lost consciousness.
To say the crowd was surprised would be... an understatement. There were a few quick checks but he was indeed a baseline, no paranormal ki or enhanced abilities he was a human who'd... knocked out a Skyte Beast. Well then...
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THIS DISPLAY WAS UNPRECEDENTED AND SO WE CALL IN FROM THE STABLES... OUR CHAMPION!!"
((OOC: So, it's open for anyone. Come in as the audience, someone trying to stop the Arena, the Champion, whatever floats your boat! If you opt for champion, they may not be aware of the whole 'killing humans for sport' thing so might be confused))
Today the fights were designed to be one-sided, it was to be a calmer day than usual. He kept his face and body shadowed, only his shiny leather gloves and immaculate shoes were visible, his dark blue suit hanging lightly off his frame as he sat back in his chair and idly indicated towards the arena. A smaller man with wiry grey hair coughed as he approached the microphone a few feet in front of the booth.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! WELCOME TO THE ARENA OF NORIA! WE MAY BE STRANDED ON A FOREIGN WORLD BUT WE CAN KEEP OUT SPIRITS UP WITH THESE DISPLAYS OF PHYSICAL PROWESS!" the applause was loud, the wiry haired man swallowed hard. The criminal elements of Noria had troubles dealing with the Hero Force and operating this close to Guardian's Lookout felt like a problem but it was what they'd requested... he still felt bad. Using people like this. Without further ado, he raised the gates and shouted out
"TONIGHT, OUR SPECIAL EVENT, MONSTER VS HUMANS!" the end with the whimperings suddenly unveiled itself a number of humans found inside, wandering out in obvious trepidation.
"HAND PICKED AND SCANNED TO ENSURE THEY'RE BASELINE, THESE TRANSIENTS IN OUR LANDS ARE-- ARE TO FIGHT THE FINEST GLADIATORS WE HAVE" it felt wrong, he was disgusted with himself but he needed the money. The other fights were real ones; warriors VS warriors. Glancing to the man in the suit he swallowed, thought of his family and continued
"LET THE GAMES BEGIN"
The humans were all sorts, young, old, male, female, and all seemed panicked save for one. He seemed more sleepy. Light brown hair a mess of spikes and clumps, he looked athletic, in good shape, a pale grey T-shirt on his torso and a loose pair of jeans ending in battered old converse sneakers. He was using a black and blue rucksack for a pillow and very lightly snoring. One of the older humans shook him to wake him and watched at the surprisingly clear blue eyes that opened at him
"Muh? Whassup old timer?"" he yawned, blinking in confusion at where he was
"I'm sorry, son. They musta grabbed you while you slept. We're in the arena, you're going to die here"
"Oh. Uhhh, what Arena?"
"It's these damn Norians, they kidnap us normal folks and have us fight monsters, people who can fire beams from their palms and fly in the air like birds"
"Really? All the Norians I've met seem alright. I mean, a little pompous maybe but..." getting to his feet, the young man rolled his shoulders and yawned widely, he still looked half asleep as he glanced around. So much for visiting Musashi, looked like he'd hit a detour. From the far gate a huge figure lumbered out, blue skin with green highlights and a mane of purple hair, a snout sniffling out and bat wings on his back the loinclothed alien bellowed to the rooftops
"JURON KA HURUNGA!!!!"
"Oh, that's Namekian, I think he's saying he's going to cuddle us all or... no, wait, kill. Context sensitive. How strong is Juron?"
"You want to fight him? Son, it's suicide, none of us can match that might, his power levels over 900!"
"900? Really?" his sceptical view was picked up on by Juron
"900, Yes. Juron strongest there is. Juron-"
"BWA, hahahahahah, No, I'm sorry, I'm sorry that's, BUhHAhahahahahahah, I can't, stop it I HAAHAHAHAHA" wiping tears from his eyes, the young man giggled a few more times "I needed that, thanks. Let's do it" adopting a loose stance, the young man looked almost pleased to be fighting the monstrous Juron. The beast blinked, confused and a little outraged, before lunging with a strike designed to pierce the little human through the mid- Miss?
Juron had enough time to register the miss when he felt a knee crash into his chin from the side and see the leaping figure of the young human. Swiping with his arm he saw as the boy hit the floor crouched, leapt again and in a blur of motion struck again with the heel of his foot to Juron's jaw in a vicious spin and a loud crack as his consciousness left him. As he hit the ground he was vaguely aware of his head being cradled and a voice saying in broken Namekian
"Careful, head bump bad" as he lost consciousness.
To say the crowd was surprised would be... an understatement. There were a few quick checks but he was indeed a baseline, no paranormal ki or enhanced abilities he was a human who'd... knocked out a Skyte Beast. Well then...
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THIS DISPLAY WAS UNPRECEDENTED AND SO WE CALL IN FROM THE STABLES... OUR CHAMPION!!"
((OOC: So, it's open for anyone. Come in as the audience, someone trying to stop the Arena, the Champion, whatever floats your boat! If you opt for champion, they may not be aware of the whole 'killing humans for sport' thing so might be confused))