The Arena
Tartarus - Arena - The Sheol Pit
From outside of the arena, the roar of the crowds was bad enough, but here it can be downright deafening to those not prepared for it upon emerging into the open-air bowl shape of the Sheol Pit's combat area. It isn't just fights that are hosted here, and frequently matches of other sorts take place such as races or other competitions, but overall it's the gladitorial bouts that bring the largest crowds, and it's to this that the arena caters. The pit itself is a marvel of modern technology, great machinery hidden strategically from view both underground and at the side panellings to be let loose at a moment's notice to alter the 'landscape' of where the battles take place within minutes. The arena itself is capable of change it's state to suit almost any sort of terrain battle, from simulating high speed winds and being tall enough to host aerial battles, to changing it's makeup and even the temperature to switch to a freezing tundra or burning desert, to even being able to submerge itself completely in water for aquatic matches, the special shielding protecting the crowd from being flooded. It's this shielding that keeps stray blasts and shrapnel from making it's way up into the bleachers where it could injure the audience. Of course it's invisible, but it's fueled by immense power generators set on the ceiling high above ground-level, constantly thrumming and providing the necessary 'juice' to keep them up and going. The bleachers themselves are a constant flurry of motion, people coming and leaving, cheering and jeering, and vendors going about throwing hot dogs and various other snack foods here and there where they are in demand.
Gemini Man wanders into the crowds from the arena entrance...moving slowly. He feels a bit odd to be wandering through a crowd that doesn't always feel the need to part for him. A general sullenness hovers about him; though he is defintely watching where he is going, he's dragging his feet. It might have something to do with his apparently broken helmet. Or the fact that he's traveling on his own.
Sewa is wandering into the crowds as well! She is wearing her current description plus a beret which she seems to be wearing a lot. ... but no matter! She hums softly to herself as she scans said crowd, perhaps for somebody IN PARTICULAR!...She sighs softly as it seems like she doesn't find who she is looking for ... and then... She looks up again and catches a glimpse of Gemini. She blinks and then walks towards him, tiptoing a bit so she won't lose him.
Bomb Man enters the throng of people from the dirrection of the teleporters, having decided to finaly take a look at this place and just popping in. He elbows his way through the crowd bad temper-like and glancing about every now and then, looking for a familiar face.
Standing out slightly, although not intentionally, due to his brilliant golden armour, Enker makes his appearance at the arena, ambling at a leisurely pace through the milling crowd. Escorting fellow Robot Master Synth, who walks at his right side and is locked at elbows with the Golden One in a true formal fashion, the Elite appears as he normally does; indifferent to his surroundings, and rather quiet.
Morph Moth comes back into the lobby, a drink in his hand and sipping it slightly with his straw-like tongue. He's just kicking back and relaxing. It might not be a perfect city, but at least it's a city in which he doesn't need to wear a disguise in order to enjoy a relaxing drink. So he's making the most of it and letting his natural beauty shine.
Freeze Man enters the lobby after Enker and Synth, though he isn't with them. He isn't here to fight, either, since that would be unfair. He's here to watch people beat the crud out of eachother, and to gather data on the combatants' fighting styles. He looks around at the gathered people and sneers, before heading over to one of the walls and leaning against it.
Synth looks around curiously, her armor a bit more polished than usual but still fading into a dark green spot next to the glimmering magnificance of Enker's golden armor. She smiles slightly, her glasses catching the lights of the arena as she looks about curiously. "So, this is the project..." she says, more to herself than her escort. "How fascinating..." She lets Enker take the lead, this being her first time in Tartarus.
Gemini Man spots Enker before he spots Sewa. He does stand out, after all. The Master glances over... Hmm....and Synth is 'with' him, now? Weird. As Gemini steps out toward the stands, only then does he notice that he's being tailed...as it were. He stops at the edge of a row, and gives the Maverick Munchkin a small wave.
Sewa doesn't, oddly enough, seem to notice Enker and Synth. She does notice Gemini's wave though and jogs a little bit to catch up, "Hey Gemini!", she shouts as she nears him. She doesn't say anything else yet.
Bomb Man yawns rather boredly as he shuffles through the crowd, taking it upon himself to shove people one way or another if deemed necisary. His features break into a grin as he spots a fellow Robot Master leaning against a wall. Though not his favorite brother, he was better than the dolts milling about in this insane crowd. Moving over, Bomb nods in greeting to Freeze Man "crowded eh bro?"
Hearing Synth's observations, but choosing to say nothing at the moment, the Golden One also enters the rows of stands, unconsciously timing his strides in order for Synth to follow him at a comfortable pace. His gaze travels across the crowd as he moves through the stands, surveying the vast crowd. Gemini Man is quickly spotted, followed by Bomb Man, and eventually Freeze. By this time, the Elite has arrived at a so far unoccupied area of the stands, breaking off his link with Synth and gesturing politely for her to be seated. Still saying nothing, his visage remains rather neutral, even as he looks across at Synth.
Freeze Man continues looking out at the crowd, going from Gemini and Sewa, to Synth and Enker, to Morph Moth, to Centaur. He glowers at them all, some more than others, until Bomb Man comes up to him. He glares at Bomb Man for the longest of moments, before turning away again. "Hmph."
Synth offers a slight bow to the golden armored Elite, and takes a seat in the box, crossing her legs as she considers the vast expanse of the arena with a good bit of interest. She looks about cooly at the remainder of the Masters in the room, her mind running over the possibility of why they might be here. She waits for Enker to take his seat, and whispers quietly to him.
Huntsman Chupacabra stands silently waiting for the festivities to commence.
"MYA!" goes Seizui quite loudly. The hooved RM pets his cabbit to comfort here as best he can, but it's starting to not work as well, since the crowds grow louder and louder. He hopes the battle is well worth the big crowds, and strongly believes it was. He doesn't push or shove, and moves slowly with the crowds, with Seizui resting on his shoulder above the large crowd.
Magic Man strides into the area, looking around the Arena with a half smirk, as he finds the very existance of this place fascinating. He has to wonder how long it will last, though - seeing as its an abomination to the rest of the world. The magician shrugs slightly at his thoughts and begins to head for the stands, moving past the areas where the seating is already crowded.
Pirate Man is silent as he looks around, a smirk crossing his face as he scans the crowd before making his way over to Magic Man, focusing on the center of the arena as he takes a seat
Gemini Man throws a salute at Enker as the Elite's gaze passes in his direction. He finds Synth's behavior toward the elite a little odd, and his face twists up in confusion, but, then, he shrugs, widely. "The new Synth is weird," he says aloud. It's not directed at Sewa, and, from several rows above the Elite, there's no way that Enker or Synth heard the observation over the din of the crowd... It's likely he's just talking to hear himself talk. He scans over the seats, then starts to head toward an empty row. "Hi, Sewa," he says. He smiles slightly, then blinks, then looks back toward his destination row.
Ultra Octopus cries out, "TWO MEN ENTER! ONE MAN LEAVES!"
Ultra Octopus beams. "Welcome to the Sheol Pit!"
Ultra Octopus looks around, tentacles working suspiciously under the counter.
Bomb Man hmphs in return, well then, he'd find someone who was more personality-capable then. Turning around, managing to elbow Freeze Man in the ribs rather roughly as he does so, he starts back into the crowd, heading towards the crowded seating before he spots another Master, Magic Man. Grinning impishly, he shuffles on over, now here was someone with more of a sense of humor than Freeze! Smirking lighly, he nods to Magic "Yo, bro"
Sewa stops after a moment and then says idly, "I never met her, wouldn't know.", she then grins, "Heck, I don't even know what she looks like ... It wasn't too hard finding you this time.", she pauses for a moment, "Um ... so any idea what's gonna happen?"
Enker takes his seat next to Synth, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, and puts his hands together beneath his chin. As Synth whispers to him, he listens patiently, then slowly straightens, turning his head and leaning forward slightly to whsiper to Synth in response.
Magic Man nods to Pirate Man as he notices his approach. "Evening." Did he mean to say more? Or not? The world may never know, as the magician is interrupted by the opening of the gates. He begins to make his way to the gates.
Synth nods slightly, and leans back in her seat, her expression.. actually a little more satisfied at this point. She taps a pair of buttons on her gauntlet, and listens on her radio for a moment. "Most interesting indeed," she says to herself, actually rather satisfied. Looking over at Gemini, she raises an eyebrow at the rather odd expression he had on his face as he was speaking, seemingly to himself. Or his absent brother.
Spike Rosered enters the arena lobby and about four of his clones follow him in. All five Spikes seem to be carrying large boxes strapped around their necks like the hot dog vendors at baseball games. The Spikes aren't vending hot dogs, however, they seem to be carrying rotten tomatoes and soggy fruit that are free for the taking for anyone who wants them.
"A fight," Gemini says simply, to Sewa, and sits himself down in an empty seat. "Probably a good one." There are plenty of seats left in the row he chooses, not far from where the Master commander is sitting.
Magic Man raises an eyebrow at Bomb Man, then tips his hat. "Evening, brother." ...Freeze Man must be pretty bad if Magic is to be considered to have a better sense of humor... Well, unless you count enjoying the dismemberment of annoying Repliforcers a sense of humor.
...Yeah, not many would.
Morph Moth just continues to sip his drink, moth-like. Mmm, refreshing!
Slipping quietly through the crowd a rather small cloaked figure makes her way to the stadium and looks around curious. A thin almost mischievous smirk tugs on her lips as the young ninja continues her observation over the area. Perhaps this is not the best place to be however Sarah seems almost relaxed as she rushes towards the stands to find a seat.
Sewa sits down next to Gemini amd says. "Well,erm, I guessed that much...Was more wondering who it would be between...", she pauses for a moment and then looks towards Gemini, "...Do you like this sorta thing, Gemini? Or..", she smiles, "Did you just come here because it's the opening?... Or maybe you're just seeing what it's like too...er..", she coughs, "Sorry."
Firestorm Phoenix moves through the crowds, looking for fellow Mavericks, but its kind of hard to spot anything in the crowds.
Sauntering into the audience area of Tartarus' main attraction, the one, the only, the Amazing Glyde Loath appears! Dressed in his finest clothing--of course, what clothing -wouldn't- be fine on this young man?--Glyde appears oblivious to the fact that he is but a human in a city of Masters and Mavericks. He wears no disguise, for who would dare hide such a face as his?
A Birdbot flits into view beside the human, offering him a pair of binoculars. Large arena, after all. Glyde holds the binocs to his eyes, surveying the crowds for the moment before finding his seat.
And then, thanks to Dynamo's re-editing, Glyde trips and falls on his face because of one of his Ducktales reject bots. :)
Another group joins the flood of people moving into the Tartarus Arena Seats... lead by a girl in pink and black, her hair, dark, held up in a unique style. Her face, however, is covered by a black, sheer mask, the kind that can be seen out one way but cannot be seen through the other, covering her features entirely. Someone is actually taking some precaution... and with her comes a host in their own right.
Iris arrives, cloaked in concealing robes from head to toe...she really doesn't want to show her fact in these parts, though if there's a chance to rescue the Repliforce captives, then this would be the place to take that chance. She searches the seats for a friendly face...though she knows that's going to be a rare thing in this crowd.
Plum isn't here. Heck no. April O'Neil is sitting up in the stands, watching casually, a baseball cap keeping her hair out of sight. No, she isn't gonna fill a page posing. Nope.
Magic Man blinks a few times, the mass of servbots certainly catching his attention. He can't help but snicker softly - why bother with the mask, when you're surrounded by /that/ mass?
Gemini Man says, "Oh, I have a pretty good notion what's going on...and I wanted to see this fight. We went and visited the prisoner while he was still locked up..." He smiles, twisting up the corner of his mouth... "And it'll be fun to see what he's turned in to."
The Five Spike Rosered's continue working their way through the crowd, offering their rotten projectiles to anyone who would care to throw them. They seem eager to be rid of the stuff actually, and call out, "Apples, Tomatoes, Oranges and Bannanas! Show your apriciation for your fighter you bet against in classic style!" When the Servbots run up, the clones bend down and offer them all the fruit they can carry.
Bomb Man follows his brothers gaze to the little bots dashing about "likes to make an entrance I guess.." he says with a smirk.
Making his way through the crowd, with absolutely no attempt to disguise himself (and why would he need to?) is another of those bright and vibrantly colored Masters, Tengu Man. He forces his way through the crowd, moving towards his brother Masters.
The regal and oh-so-suave Glyde Loath lowers the binocs, nodding. Nice place this is. He stands there nodding for so long that when the Servbots push him out of the way, he's utterly taken by surprise. "Wha- waitwhat?!" He stumbles back, just -staring- at Li'l Miss Princess. "How...how DARE she?" Hrrrmp. "Well, two can play at that game." He claps his hands and gives an order to the Birdbot. A few minutes later, a full force of...five Birdbots join Glyde. "Well...it'll have to do," he mutters, and hurries down the aisle to where Tron and her brood sit, the Birdbots scurrying after.
The flurry of Servbots doesn't go unnoticed from Enker's eyes, either. He watches them with mild curiousity, assuming a more comfortable position in his seat, blinking slowly a few times. "Quite the entrance," he intones quietly to Synth, watching the 'bots assume their positions on the bleacher.
Pirate Man nods to Magic before his optic shifts towards Tron before looking to the other masters nearby remaining silent as he waits for the fight to start
Sewa blinks a couple times. "Really, huh?", she pauses for a moment and adds, "Er...Which prisoner?", and then she adds, "Is the .. um .. prisoner going to fight?"
Morph Moth has an inkling of who is going to be fighting. Really though, he's just here to see if his suspicions are right and to relax since this isn't the sort of thing he can do at home. Given that his home is a pile of junk anyways.
Synth nods slightly, leaning over so she can speak to Enker without having to shout over the noice of the crowd. "Quite so - I don't think I've ever seen Tron bring out all f them before." He pauses and looks over as Glyde's servants join him as well, and offers a faint sigh. "Perhaps I was mistaken, and this is an arms race?" she comments with a smile, wrapping her hands around her right knee and leaning back again.
Sarah Storm rushes up the stairs manuvering past various people trying to make there way down. Her eyes seem to be quick as she scan through the numerous seats trying to find an empty spot. She is anything but picky at the moment, she can careless who she sits next to, may it be Maverick, Robot Master or Repliforce. Stopping for a moment a huge grin forms from behind the scarf she wears as her eyes lock on an open section, with still seats open. Pushing through the small walkway sectioned between seats Sarah mutters soft apologies as she bumps into people on her plight towards her seat. "Umm...sorry about that. Oh oops. I hope that doesn't stain, sorry about that. Oh I didn't mean to bump into you..he bumped into me and err...sorry."
Tron Bonne looks to the side, frowning behind her mask at the crowd, especialy the Mavericks. She doesn't support the alliance, but then... she's not about to go against Wily in the matter. She has faith in Wily for it all... and as Glyde approaches, Tron blinks as she recognizes him, and smirks at his entourage. "Make some room, everyone." The Servbots spread out, making some room for the Birdbots and Glyde to sit... the Servbots waving brightly to them, even though the Birdbots are very, very mean.
Magic Man leans back, shaking his head slightly. "I suppose she just couldn't get any of them to stay home. I can't imagine she really /wanted/ to call that much attention to herself in a city with such a large population of Mavericks." He pauses for a moment, then glances around at some of the Mavericks in the crowd, attempting to judge their reactions. "...Though perhaps they really don't know who those Servbots are attached to."
Vile has arrived.
Gemini Man isn't totally paying attention to Sewa anymore. His posture, which seemed relaxed, has suddenly tensed up. He's watching the five different clones of Spike Rosered, as they work the crowd... glancing from clone-to-clone. His left hand starts to slap against his knee, in a nervous, rhythmic pattern. Still watching, looking shaky, he says, finally, "Yeah," in response to the question.
Bomb Man shrugs lightly as he plops down next to Magic man and Pirate "They don't look too interested if they do know her.." he murmers, casting a curious glance around at the different mavericks assembled in the bleachers. Before he glances over to the multitude of Servbots scattered across the bleachers and chuckles dryly.
Iris climbs all the way up to the top-seating, and takes a quiet seat away from the crowd proper.
Firestorm Phoenix continues to move through the crowds, and happens to spot atleast one Maverick, Morph Moth. Firestorm moves quickly, finally getting to where Morph is and grins, "Hey Morph, mind if I join you?" He grabs some random civvie reploid and forces them out of their seat so he can take up a seat next to the Moth.
The grinding of immense hydraulics fills the air then, splitting through even the cheers and voices of a packed arena full of people. The enter -center- of the pit begins to shift, until two massively armored metal doors begin to slide backwards, lifting free of their constraints and swinging away from their contents below...which turns out to be a massive service elevator coming up from subterranean tunnels underneath the Sheol Pit itself. On the main platform of this huge elevator, an immense armored box not unlike that of a bunker comes up with it. It's featureless, and airtight, containing whatever is kept within quite securely.
And standing on top of this box, arms crossed over his thick, armored chest...and a long lavender cloak hanging from his shoulders, Vile stands...staring out impassively as he and his 'ride' are brought up to the main arena level.
Unable to sit due to his Quadrupedic state, the hooved Rm doesn't take a seat. He draws closer to a clustering of robot masters with Seizui on his back. "MYA!" goes the cabbits, somewhat happily. The hooved one offers greeting. "Good day Bomb, Magic, Pirate." he says, well, before he kneels, within the chair, his front hooves upon the floor.
A smirk emerges on Enker's face at Synth's comment, and he nods slowly, "Interesting choice for her to make." He moves to make another comment, but is quickly hushed upon witnessing Vile's arrival. He watches in silence for a moment, then says quietly to Synth, "Looks like the show is about to begin..."
Sword Man clomps in, as regal as ever. The White Knight of Wily is here!
Sewa frowns slightly, "Aw, sheesh... I hope he doesn't get hurt..Whoever it is...", she pauses...Unless it's Landon remains unsaid. Heehee. "But I don't think he will..At least ... not too much. He just has to submit...I think."
Magic Man nods to Bomb Man. "You're right, they don't." He shrugs, then waves a hand at Centaur Man. "Evening." His brother doesn't get much more of a greeting than that, as Vile's entrance commands the magician's attention. "Ah," he murmurs. "The show's starting."
One of the Birdbots snaps at the nearest ServBot, giving it the Evil Eye. The others settle themselves down, squawking among themselves. For five mere robots, they make a -racket-. For Glyde himself, he drops into the nearest seat by Tron, giving her a smirk. "Fancy meeting you here, 'Princess'." Giving the ServBots a superior glare and making no effort to shush the Birdots, Glyde turns his attention to the main arena, watching with no small amount of excitement as Vile appears.
Gemini Man mutters, "Oh...he'll be hurt." He looks down at his shaking hand, then, slowly, calms it. "Now...just watch."
Synth smiles slightly as Vile's platform ascends into the Arena, and nods in response to Enker. "An impressive entrance - I wonder how much of the heavy armor is for show, and how much is necessary to contain whatever is in that box." She considers for a moment, and taps a few buttons on her gauntlet, bringing her enhanced senor suite up to full power - to both try and determine who is in the box, and then to record *everything*. For her records of course.
Bomb Man offers no reply to Magic Man's coment, just peering over as Vile enters, watching all silent like, 'bout time this fight started.
One of the Spike Rosereds makes his way up near where Gemini Man and Sewa are sitting. "Good to see you little one." it says to Sewa as it passes by, giving a polite nod to the Robot Master as well before it moves on, still calling out for people to take the fruit from it just like the other four continue to do.
Tengu Man glances around, searching for a seat. Spotting one near Bomb, Magic, and Centaur, he makes his way up there.
Sewa says, "Hi Spike!", with a smile, but Gemini's shaking hand doesn't escape her notice! She just looks at it for a moment and then is silent.
Pirate Man's optic focuses on the box for a few seconds before he looks to the other masters nearby saying, "Now this is going to be good. Who do ye think is in that box?"
Tron Bonne smirks softly even as Glyde joins her, her eyes scanning the crowd... then looking out towards Vile. "And hello yourself, Glyder. Out to enjoy yourself, are you?" Tron turns her head to him, the Servbots giving the Birdbots a nice ammount of space. They are meeeeaaaaaan, and always take the Servbots money, too. Then Vile appears, and Tron looks to him and the Goliath he rides on, regarding him with interest. "Perfect timing, as always."
[Radio: (A) Masters] RM #30 Dust Man transmits, "Ugh, what's this on my TV?"
Sword Man arrives via teleporter. He really doesn't wanna be here, but he's obligated to at the moment. Not to mention he might as well check out the only place he'd ever come to this city for. The place unsettles him. Either way, he searches for a seat, particularly one near to a large group of RMs to counteract the vileness of any nearby Mavericks.
[Radio: (A) Masters] Tengu Man transmits, "Whatcha talkin' about-- Oh, yeah."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Pirate Man transmits, "The beginning of the fight brother, join if ye can get to the arena and find a seat."
[Radio: (A) Masters] RM #30 Dust Man transmits, "Oh, is this at... umm... Evil Town?"
Magic Man nods to Tengu as he approaches - but the show holds the majority of his attention. "I hope it's something worth of all the armor on that box," he murmurs in response to Pirate Man. "If it's just for show I'll be quite disappointed."
[Radio: (B) Secure] Synth transmits, "Some odd chatter over the broadbands, but nothing definate yet."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Magic Man transmits, "...Tartarus. Yes, it's at Tartarus."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Pirate Princess Tron Bonne transmits, "This should be... somewhat... entertaining. At least the Servbots will enjoy themselves."
There is something right behind Vile. Nothing seems to come around first. However, with the burst of enthusiasm, there are two sprites popping from behind Vile. How they got behind him is the question. With a loud squeal, they chime, "HI UNCA VILEY!!!!!!!" Both Split and Splitette's expression are content, with the kawaii, eyes that are in the anime-style of happiness.
Sarah Storm settles down in her seat taking a long and deep sigh as she tries to relax herself. Yet as she gazes around the young girl can't help but facepalm. Oh just what she needs..almost everyone around her is afew feet taller then her and blocking her view. Grumbling softly to herself she shifts in her seat trying to find an openning to peer through. Still she can't see anything. Being forced to stand Sarah turns quickly as some complants is issued her way to sit down. She seriously can't win..
[Radio: (A) Masters] Synth transmits, "Has anyone done something to hack off Vile of late?"
Abovehead, a zeppelin outfitted with menacing spikes, black with red highlights, hovers in passing, and seems to drop something from within. The something dropped, what seems to be a massive die with spikes rather than indentations marking the numbers, smashes to the arena floor, and at once portions of the die begin to collapse in on one another and contort until, ala Transformers, it has become a psychotically-enthusiastic looking skeleton reploid, outfitted in a sequined black tuxedo with actual strobe lights affixed to the shoulders, holding a smaller spiked die. He twists the hand holding the die around in the air, and a handle extends out from its underside, whereupon it becomes clear that the die is a microphone. He swings it up to his mouth with a flourish, and dashes his free arm to the side violently, beginning to speak with an emphatic voice reminiscent of Jesse Jackson. "LADIES and GENTLEMEN! I am very glad to introduce you all to our personal /threshin' floor/!" His neck snaps backwards, and he gallivants in almost a leap to face another side of the audience, swinging his free arm to point at Vile. "I happen to be your emcee tonight, but that's not important. I'd like you all to give a hand to our very own cryptkeeper, good old Mr. Vile, who has so generously arranged for you all to see the better man win and the worst man bleed tonight!" He slams his free arm down and leaps to face the last third of the audience. "Give it up for General Vile of the Coalition for Reploid Freedom, people, and let's get ready to hear some /screams/!"
[Radio: (A) Masters] Synth transmits, "Wait... hmmm. Yes, Dynamo appears to be after someone. Boys, if you've hacked off a Mercenary of late, I suggest you depart."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Centaur Man transmits, "This should be a good show. It's packed!" "MYA!" "No, you can't have a soda. You've had too much already!"
[Radio: (A) Masters] Pirate Man transmits, "I do not know, Synth. But this is gonna be a grand show, depending on who the fighters are. Anyone willing to take a bet after the fight starts?"
[Radio: (A) Masters] Pirate Princess Tron Bonne transmits, "Hmmm... Anything else, Synth?"
[Radio: (A) Masters] Burner Man transmits, "All bets can pass through me."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Bomb Man transmits, " I threw a fat man on Dynamo once...but that was a while back"
[Radio: (A) Masters] Tengu Man transmits, "I haven't done anything, promise... Wouldn't wanna miss this fight, eh?"
Vile continues to stand on the top of the box, even as the elevator comes to a grinding halt a moment later with a sudden shriek of gears winding down. His form jolts once, but returns to it's previous state, as he turns a slow, full circle, glaring up at the bleachers and those assembled in them. For the longest of moments he stands there and stares, before suddenly unfolding his arms and raising them to either side, his cloak billowing out from his shoulders, flapping out as if wings with a mind of their own.
"Citizens of Tartarus." Vile's voice booms out, as if enhanced by a loudspeaker, reaching every area of the Pit's seating...and then some again. "You have come to this city, because the rest of the world rejects you. We have given you a place to call your own, business of your own to run, a community that you can truly call....HOME!" The last word echoes out with extra force as it seems to bounce off every angled wall, then be turned back inwards once more. He pauses then for a lengthy moment, turning a full circle, his hands out to either side, fingers spread out as he does this.
"We have given you your bread..." he states finally, his right optic narrowing to a mere slit, voice lowering to the fact it's almost a murmur...the sort of murmur that still broadcasts out to an arena of thousands. His right hand raises up, index finger pointing towards the sky for a moment, letting it hang for a second. "...and now...prepare to behold...your CIRCUS!"
[Radio: (A) Masters] Synth transmits, "Besides Vile wanting Dynamo's help with something? I haven't picked it up. I'm getting some odd readings here."
Even over the crowd, the immensly loud *WHAM* can be heard against the metal box underneath Vile, the vibrations shaking the box slightly. Another *WHAM*, and yet ANOTHER can be heard in rapid succession.. apparently, something vicious wants out.
[Radio: (A) Masters] Pirate Man transmits, "I have had no business with that mercenary."
[Radio: (A) Masters] RM #30 Dust Man transmits, "I remember that, Bombb!"
Meanwhile...making his way through the crowd, a dark-skinned, and clad punk shoves his way around. Slowly, methodically, he moves along towards the mid-level of the stands, before pushing some idiot out of an aisle seat. As the other Reploid begins to voice a complaint, Archer extends a flaming middle finger on his right hand. Punk's still got the left. And that shuts the mook up nice and quick. oO(Circus? More like freak-show...and there's the ringmaster. All he needs is a tophat.)Oo
[Radio: (A) Masters] Bomb Man transmits, " yes, as I recall Dust, it was right after you ran and left Guts and I to deal with him"
[Radio: (A) Masters] RM #30 Dust Man transmits, "I was getting the good out of the place!"
[Radio: (A) Masters] Guts Man transmits, "Shut up. I'm trying to work here at Lighter Labs."
[Radio: (A) Masters] RM #30 Dust Man transmits, "OOC Goods."
Gemini Man makes kind of a startled noise as the Rosered addresses Sewa, though it's not out of fear, so it seems....though his hand starts to twitch again. When he hears the Split Mushrooms call out toward Vile, he yelps again. ...Okay, that was probably just honest fear. The smacking of his left hand against his leg provides his one-armed version of applause at Vile's speech. He leans forward, intent on concentrating on the fight rather than his own personal situation.
[Radio: (A) Masters] Centaur Man transmits, "I'm sure there is no buisness with us. The herd is an ally to the maverick horde. We are most likely not the target, so let's just watch the fight." "MYA!" "Indeed you are."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Gamma CO Gemini Man transmits, "I know what's in the booo-oox..."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Synth transmits, "I wouldn't bring it up except that Dynamo isn't a Maverick..."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Guts Man transmits, "I said shut up!"
Tron Bonne makes it a point not to clap or cheer at the announcer's mention of 'giving it up for General Vile'. Doesn't like Mavericks? Nope. She doesn't.
[Radio: (A) Masters] Gamma CO Gemini Man transmits, "Heee. ... Dynamo. Who's he after, do you know?"
Glyde Loath sullenly holds any applause for Vile. "Bread and circuses? I didn't come here to be patronized, I came to be entertained." His eyes flick down to the box, and leans over to Tron to mutter something. As he does, he holds out his hand...and a bag of peanuts drops into it. Looks like one of the Birdbots took out- that is, got a vendor's attention.
[Radio: (A) Masters] Pirate Man transmits, "He be a mercenary still, Synth and that means he works for the highest bidder even a mav if they pay him. While who be in the box, Gemini?"
The Five Spike Rosreds pause at Viles announcement and they all clap in unison breifly after his announcement is over. They are not at it long before they go back to hawking their rotten wares, each moving twoards the most rowdy cluster of people they can find.
[Radio: (A) Masters] Gamma CO Gemini Man transmits, "Vile's pet."
Sewa looks towards Gemini again and then sighs while leaning in to watch the fight. "...", why do they have to do this anyway? ... Oh well, she promised she'd come.
Magic Man applauds with the rest of the crowd in professional appriciation of the showmanship, if nothing else. The entrance of the announcer particularly impresses him. And the announcer himself - just the right mix of grusome and glitter.
Sarah Storm continues to mutter as she tries to manuver to see what is going on. She knows something is going on from the announcements but she is having a huge problem seeing anything. While she is moving around the people behind her continue to complain.
Archer Colossus also claps with the crowd, hooting and hollering with the rest of the rowdy bunch he's seated by. All the better to stay incognito. And all the better to get an in, and hear gossip. Y'know?
Pirate Man claps before he leans back a bit chuckling as he takes a sip from his drink before focusing back on the arena
Vile again falls silent for a moment, performing another long, slow turn to view the crowds...then lowering his hands at his sides, giving a slow, deliberate nod of his head.
"Now you will see that which this arena has been constructed for, that which it was designed and slaved over. To bring YOU the entertainment of the century, that you may partake of and enjoy, courtesy of the city of Tartarus!"
With that, Vile's feet ignite with twin spires of thrusterflame and lift him into the air, bringing him up to the point that he's hovering fifty feet in the air...with plenty more to spare to get to the ceiling. There he hovers, spreading his hands out to the sides. "Before the main event...of which I plan to participate personally to show you how dedicated I am to this..." he states with a florish, and in fact, even a half-bow to the people. "...I give you the exhibition of the century. A sport of sorts to wet your appetites for what tonight only BEGINS."
With that, he curls his right hand into a fist, and points downwards towards the armored metal box below him. "And now...without further delay, I present to you...BEAUTY!" With that, he flicks his fingers, and the box suddenly shudders once, the right side of it giving a jolt before one massive armored section drops away, falling to the ground with a deafening *TWOOOM!*
Red Tide has arrived.
Centaur Man looks at his brothers in the row. Then looks at the arena, at Vile. He merely smiles, waiting for the battles to begin.
The side of the box is assisted in falling by one taloned hand, which lashes out at the side before Red Tide simply leaps out of it. Her eyes are a dull, dark reddish purple, flickering off and on with different intensities nearly at random. Planting her foot-talons solidly in the ground, she looks around and up at the crowds, tendrils writhing. Her posture is hunched, talons forward, jaw half-opened.
Dust Man looks around as he steps into the Arena's seating, carrying a giant WILY BEER! and a big tub of popcorn. He hears Tron over the radio, and spots her, her horde, Gylde, and his horde. Dusty gently makes his way down to the crowd. "Hello!" He also knows better than to shout Tron's name, even here.
Split Mushroom gives a blink at Vile's ettiquite, "Oooh........" Suddenly, both Sprites are grabbed by the back of the shoulders. "Hey!" There are two bulky NPC Mavericks, starting to carry the Mushrooms off. "Hey! Let us go!!" Splitette is kicking her legs up, "We'll sue! Let us go!" "Yeah! No fair!"
One of the guards shakes his head, ".....Fair this, fair that.." Unfortunately, the guard will be sorry they took Split and Splitette out of the room.
Pinpoint Crow takes a seat in the bleachers, his lifeless optics scanning the crowds before settling on the main event.
Magic Man raises an eyebrow as "Beauty" emerges. "What in Wily's name is that?" he murmurs, leaning forward as if to get a better look, even though the one foot his head has managed to move makes little difference.
Tron Bonne hmmms and looks to Glyde. "You have a point..." Tron then looks to Vile, through her mask... then frowns at the Box he is on. And at Glyde's whisper, Tron asides back to him as the Servbots be their usual selves, cheering, clapping, and enjoying themselves as they call out. One looks to the other. 'Think he'd mind if we threw this fruit at him.' 'Better not... he looks mean.' 'Okay!'
Vile dosen't even miss a beat as Red Tide emerges from one side of the armored confinement. With a long, deliberate motion, he turns then and points to the other side. "...and of course, what beauty would be complete without her counterpart? Or in this case...her opponent? From the other side of this exhibition, I give you....THE BEAST!"
Once again, as before, the armored panel slides down, though on the other side of the box this time, descending and landing on the ground with a deafening *BWOOM*
Synth leans forward slightly, looking curiously at the arena. She then blinks, pressing ne hand to her radio as she listens.
Silver Mane has arrived.
The moment the box opens, this hideous beast explodes out onto the Arena floor. Silver Mane is hardly recognizable as the Repliforcer that he once was. Instead of the sleek, powerful silver lion, Silver Mane is 13' of -ALL- monstrosity. It looks like he came right out of someone's worst nightmares, knives, blades, razor sharp edges and extremely pointed and barbed hooks and protrustions coming off of his body, marring the silver surface with many implements of bladed death. Black waves wash over the massive beast, engulfing him in complete black cover, only to be washed away a minute later by the pure silver of his liquid metal frame. What's worst of all are Silver Mane's optics. They glow bright crimson, revealing the ultimate beast unleashed, showing no signs of rationality or coherence. Instead, his savagery pours off of him in waves, so much so that it's possible for some of the first few rows to feel his hatred and rage that consumes him.
Flare Feline enters the arena crowds, along with two others apparently. Though this isn't Flare Feline, at least he doesn't look like him. (I'd describe him, but just check his desc) He walks among the crowd, and finds a place to sit for now, looking as neutral as possible.
[Radio: (C) Secret] Synth transmits, "I've got something here... radio intercept, unknown channel. 'Hope our team doesn't ... up.'"
[Radio: (A) Masters] Pirate Man transmits, "Who agrees that the Beast is going to win this fight! I put two hundred Zenny on the Beast, who will take me on this bet?"
[Radio: (A) Masters] Gamma CO Gemini Man transmits, "Torture worked very well on that forcer..."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Magic Man transmits, "Forcer? That's a Repliforcer?"
[Radio: (B) Secure] Gamma CO Gemini Man transmits, "Nobody uses SuperSecret, Synth."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Beta CO Metal Man transmits, "I'll take 400 on the beast as well."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Burner Man transmits, "Like I said. All bets go through me."
MC Skeleton swings his free hand to the side and remarks, punctuating each of Vile's remarks, "/I say/! /I say/!" At the presentation of beauty, his strained smile becomes even more deranged, and he hobbles over towards the opened box as if a monkey, on hands and feet, flipping over in midair before finally landing, hands and knees, on the edge of the top of the box, hands gripping the opened edge. When the beast is presented, he repeats the spectacle, leaping theatrically to the top of Silver Mane's cube. "I want you to look at these things, people! Long and hard! /Long and hard/! Ain't no singin' teapot. Here, boy!" He reaches out from above Silver Mane atop the box, swinging a clawlike hand in a swipe at the Repliforcer.
Bomb Man blinks, eyes widening in either suprise or glee take your pick ^_^ as Silver Mane leaps out of the box. He glances over at Magic Man to get his reaction "heh..looks lika this'll be interestin' after all eh?"
Spiral Pegasus, though not Spiral Pegasus but a cape-clad pinto reploid, walks shortly behind Flare. Eyeing the action on the arena floor, there's a visible grimace. He leans over and mutters something inaudible to the feline.
[Radio: (A) Masters] Burner Man transmits, "So. You have bets to place. Come on down to my office."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Tengu Man transmits, "A repliforcer? What... uh, my money's on the beast."
[Radio: (B) Secure] Synth transmits, "I've got something here... radio intercept, unknown channel. 'Hope our team doesn't ... up.' (Re)"
"...Eep." The sound is small, just under Glyde's breath, as the two...THINGS spring out of the box. He edges back on his seat, suddenly wondering -why- Tron just -had- to sit up front...
[Radio: (A) Masters] Pirate Man transmits, "Move your office to Tartarus then, Burner."
Stealth Nekojin paces in slightly behind Flare, also in disguise. (You HAVE to see this one to believe it) She keeps her pace even, with just a hint of anticipation showing on her face as she takes in the crowd, eyes widening as she spies Silver Mane. A soft murmured, "Oh, my..." escapes her as she follows 'Rei' towards a seat.
[Radio: (A) Masters] Guts Man transmits, "Damnit I said shut your pie holes! I'm working here!"
Spiral Pegasus whispers to Flare Feline: '... this is ... ... ... up right now. ... hope ... your ... Lily brought something nice big ... ... just in case.'.
Ice Man enters the stands, holding a root beer (yup, he's sworn off beer for a while) he looks around a bit, feeling rather small, which is understandable. He troddles over to a knot of other RMs and sits down. "Booyaka, guys. How's it looking so far?"
[Radio: (A) Masters] Bomb Man transmits, "So turn off yer radio moron!"
[Radio: (A) Masters] Gamma CO Gemini Man transmits, "Better not use the other one either, Synth. OTHER interceptors are HERE tonight, you know. Now shush, doll. And yes, it's a repliforcer."
Tengu Man has disconnected.
[Radio: (A) Masters] Burner Man transmits, "How 'bout I move your face to my fist instead, Pirate? Goddamn. I swear. I try to conduct a little business here an' all of a sudden everyone is a f***in' realtor."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Guts Man transmits, "Right that does it! You're never gonna get any rank in our squadron you retarded volley ball!"
Magic Man's eyes widen as he takes in the sight of the savage "Beast." "Yes indeed," he breaths in response to Bomb Man, a slight smile beginning to play across his face. "Vile outdid himself in picking these two."
Bomb Man glances up as he hears his squadmate, a broad grin on his face as he scoots over to make room "Yo Ice!..take a seat an' look'it fer yourself bro."
Spiral Pegasus coughs and sputters, cusping a hand over his equine mouth. "... when the time comes, right. Um... where're our seats?"
Archer Colossus stares dully at the arena floor, fists clenching rather angrily. And as one of his new friends claps him on the back, cheering raucously, Archer reflexively pulls back for a punch to shut the idiot up. But instead grins, and nods. "Yeah. Get some e-tanks for us brotha. This show's gonna be off the hook. Look at it. That's some crazy ****. ******er looks like he's straight swolled." Nodding, the thug next to him begins waving down a vendor. E-tanks and chips on the way.
Iris looks on at the 'combatants' in wide-eyed horror, and she trembles beneath her concealing cloaks, blatantly upset by the appearence of the Repliforcers.
Tron Bonne looks up at the call from Dust, and waves brightly to him, motioning to a seat with them as the Servbots make room for him. She beckons even as she looks towards Vile's unveiling... of Silver Mane and... whatever that other thing is. A frown crosses her espression, and she shivers slightly... then eyes Glyde as he edges back. "Baby." Tron smirks at him. "They /HAVE/ the Protective Energy Fields for a reason, you know... ...I actualy learned something about it before I got here." Tron then looks at 'Beauty' and 'The Beast'. Tron frowns softly. "...this is probably going to be quite the show."
Unseen, unnoticed, unnerved. Shinobi Pixie hovers behind Spiral, as hidden as her stealth system can do. Virtually unseen, her systems work in concert so that only the faintest of 'vapor trails' can be seen behind Spiral Pinto as she follows after him in her one-foot glory. Her audio systems practically explode at the cheering, the noise, and even the whispers are amplified and echoing in her little brain. If she reacts to the sight in the arena, it's unnoticed.
The Spike Rosered's nearly fainted when Red Tide was named the "Beauty" but they have since recovered. Having discarded their boxes the five of them all find a group of unoccupied seats near the back and begin chatting with one another about how horrible the two combatants look.
Sarah Storm finally manages to find a spot where she can actually see something with minimal complaining. Folding her arms lightly across her chest the youngest strider remains motionless as her eyes narrow on the two reploids below. An almost sick feeling overcomes the young girl yet she can't seem to pull her eyes away from what is to be taking place.
Flare Feline winces as Silver is brought out. Whispering back to 'Ford Pinto'. The feline, who for know calls himself 'Ray Felinoid' finds three empty seats together, how convenient. He sits, and motions for Ford and Lily to sit. And for now, they have to watch for an opening.
Centaur Man looks at Ice Man, "Hello brother, do join us." "MYA!" goes Seizui, as the hooved one pets her back in response. His gaze returns to the fighting.
Choosing to merely watch in silence, Enker leans forward once more, elbows imbedded on his knees, head propped up by his hands. His eyes narrow slightly as he watches on.
Vile continues to hold himself in a hover as he glares down towards the two revealed combatants. "There you have it!" he calls out in the next instant, arms out to the sides. "Beauty vs the Beast! Who will prevail? Will the beauty find it in her instincts to fend off the savage throes of the monster that thirsts for her fluid? See now as this is unveiled?" He glances down briefly to the announcer...but seems quite content to let him take care of himself...he's an announcer aferall...and should he get clawed up for being too close to the action...well it's all part of the entertainment right?
With that, Vile's form suddenly glows a bright white, before vanishing from view, reappearing a moment later in an upraised 'VIP' box from which one can see the pit perfectly. A droid stands at a giant gong behind him.
"Let it begin!"
*BWONG!!*
Red Tide turns to face the box and Silver Mane as he steps out, backing up a step or two before setting her feet even more solidly in the ground then they were before. She crouches low, the glow in her eyes flickering off and on erratically, tendrils still twisting around each other. Her hands raise as if to cover her chest, but she doesn't do anything else. Not a single offensive move, not a growl or a roar; all she does is watch.
Synth leans forward as well, but not watching the central arena at this point. She frowns slightly, and whispers to Enker.
Unfortunately for the MC, baiting Silver Mane is exactly the -wrong- thing to do. As the MC waggles himself at Silver mane, the beast literally launches itself from a quarter of the way across the arena floor. Surprisingly, the monstrosity is very quick, very agile, and -extremely- dangerous. A ferocious roar is the only warning the MC has before the mostrosity that was Silver Mane is immediately on him, slamming the MC to the ground, ripping off an entire paneling of metal from his front torso in seconds with his powerful jaws and teeth.
Dust Man plops on down as near to Tron as he can. "So what's the..." He quiets. "Hey, aren't those Repliforcers?" He slurps from his soda.
Glyde Loath gives Tron the most -infuriated- glare. So infuriated he doesn't even respond to her. At the mention of the protective shield, he relaxes slightly, crossing his arms, and watches the fight commence. He is -not- a baby, and he's -not- pouting. And now he shuts up to watch.
Pinpoint Crow just stares at the two combatants, his advanced optics taking in all the imformation they can from the two forms. Its not two long before he spots a structural weakness in their build, but that's his little secret. With a smirk he continues to watch..
Gemini Man eyes Centaur Man's cabbit with narrow optics. ...(If I could form my twin right now, he'd snatch the stupid thing and throw it right into the arena as Beast-fodder.) His eyes then widen as he observes the ferocity of the torture-addled combatant.
Morph Moth waves to the Phoenix, "Not at all, sit down. I am just relaxing really. I am just enjoying myself for the moment with a drink. Looks like it's about to begin. I had wondered what the reason Vile had brought Silver Mane to Sardinia before was. I suppose now we have our answer..." He nods downwards.
Poo-oki appears out of subspace to land on top a Servbot. "MYA!"
Sewa stares a little. That person looks SO much like Lucent. "Do you know these people, Gemini?", she says in a hushed SECRET SECRET voice. She points towards Red Tide in particular. Dun dun.
Red Tide doesn't step away from her secure spot, but she does react; she straightens, at least, hands still across her torso as if to block or catch something thrown at her. Suddenly, her voice snaps out, loud and clear. It's...a song. Wordless, a minor key, nearly a funeral dirge as she simply watches Silver tear the announcer to pieces. Her eyes are even darker now, flickering less and less.
Ice Man's eyes go wide. "That's a 'Forcer?" He takes a sip of rootbeer. "How barbaric. That should be enough to reaffirm anyone as to our cause."
Having leaned in to fully take in Synth's statment, Enker has only to slightly tilt his head to return the whisper.
Tron Bonne speaks to Dust as he sits beside her, frowning softly. "I think so, Dust... ...Vile certainly has had some fun with them." Tron shakes her head a moment, reaching out and patting Dust's shoulder warmly, before looking to Glyde and giving him an almost apologetic tilt of the head, before looking back to the match.
The Servbots OooooOooooooo in unison as the fight begins... then begin to cheer and get into it like the rest of the crowd, munching on popcorn and sipping sodas. To them, this is just Pro Wrestling. They are very, very childlike in that regard...
Magic Man nods distractedly to Ice Man as he joins the group, but says nothing, the song catching his attention. The magician raises an eyebrow, leaning still further forward, honestly fascninated by this strange pair - a rare thing for him.
Spiral Pegasus / Ford Pinto has taken his seat, but for some odd reason is leaning forward quite a ways. Engrossed in the fight? Hardly, he seems to have a program or magazine or somesuch that he's poring over.
Firestorm Phoenix nods and joins Morph at his invite, "Well, we'll see how things go, perhaps this won't be so dull after all."
MC Skeleton's head twists back as he glories in the spectacle of being mauled by Silver Mane. Once the panel of metal has been ripped out of his body, he slinks with an unnatural agility off to the side, flipping again in midair and landing a safe distance away. "Khee-haw! Looks like this one bites, huh? Hey, kiddo, your meal's over there! Here, watch." Taking no mind of the synthblood now running down his chest, he reaches into his tuxedo pocket and pulls out a raw steak, flinging it at Red Tide's feet. "Eat up! Get some meat on them bones!"
Huntsman Chupacabra sits there silently watching on.
Metal Man receives a radio transmission from Burner Man.
Iris receives a radio transmission from Jet Stingray.
The darkened form of the Chillcat sneaks in to a seat to watch the battle with a look of disgust. Whatever he's thinking is carefully masked by the apparent look of feline indifference.
Gemini Man watches Red Tide, puzzled at her odd behavior in what SHOULD be a combat. "That? Think I've seen it once before," he says, though that is all.
Dust Man giggles at Pooky. "How'd you get here?" "MYa!" Dusty chuckles, and pats Tron on the back, and whispers to her.
Sarah Storm just stares down at the pit refusing to blink. The form of the ninja twitches ever so slightly at the mauling.
Flare Feline tries to supress the urge to snarl, and keeps as neutral a face on as he can. He winces as Silver goes into a rage oO(Come on, snap out of it, I don't want to have to fight you to save you...) He gives a glace at Ford and Lily. In a 'here's hoping' sort of look. Here's hoping Silver doesn't tear Red to pieces thati s.
Sewa blinks as she recieves some transmissions. Forcers. ... Well be quiet about it for now. She looks towards Gemini and says, "I...think I know a friend of that..um..person. I know someone who looks like..um...that person.", she coughs uncertainly.
Meat? Meat means absolutely to this monster, however, for the moment, the MC seems to have captured his horrible attention. With murderous glare, Silver Mane's optics flare brilliantly. Suddenly, he's gaining ground, his powerful leaps making the distance between the moster and the MC quite nothing. In the matter of one or two well positioned leaps, Silver Mane's open maw, full of rows of glistening teeth are headed right at the MC's throat.
The Force Leader simply appears within the VIP box, detaching himself from.. somewhere. The faintest of smirks taints the face of the Robot Master, gaze turning down to observe the combatants. "I honestly don't know why I'm here.." Bass muses, glancing at Vile to deliver the slightest shake of his finned helm. "If it doesn't incite the crowd properly, perhaps I'll simply drag Ice Man down there for a beating. The crowds always love to cheer the underdog."
Stealth Nekojin has a visage that could be made of ice, for all the emotion it shows. Eyes seemingly locked upon the combat in fact take in all details of the arena, noting everything with an efficiency belied by the now faintly shocked expression that adorns her face. One hand taps lightly at the armrest of a seat, apparently a nervous habit as she fidgits slightly...
Dust Man sighs, and slurps his "Soda."
Shinobi Pixie quietly lands on Spiral's head, touching down to save her energy. If she were visible, it'd be a silly little picture -- a ninja pixie standing on a horse's head, hands folded behind her back. But instead, there's nothing there, save for a minor indentation and a little pressure on Spiral's head, unseen eyes riveted on the arena.
Centaur Man didn't expect the arena to be so efficient. Repliforcers killing repliforcers is his idea of a good choice of combat. They're acting weird though... no matter, it only means good news for the herd.
Archer Colossus just stares, and stares at the pit. oO(Man...what did I get into?)Oo As he hears transmissions, Arch maintains radio silence. This ain't an approved thing he's doing, nor is it his orders. But he decided he had to do some...and then his reverie is broken by a comment. "Hey man, your e-tank's gettin warm. Drink up bro." Nodding, Archer turns his thoughts back to his facade. "Riiight, riiight. So what's the deal with these two freaks, huh?" he asks. "Replitwits. Hope both go." comments the thug. Shurgging, Archer says nothing, e-tank providing a way to avoid comment.
Vile takes his seat quietly in the VIP box, flipping his cloak back slightly and easing himself into it, as if very well relaxing in an element that he finds...pleasant. And why shouldn't Vile find this pleasant? This is effectively his element to say the least. He watches the display with the MC with due passiveness. Such is simply an extra display of the savagrey he's put into -his- creature over the past month to say the least.
Tron Bonne whispers back to Dust a few moments after he whispers to her, smirking softly at the words she relates and how they are lost in the noise of the crowd. Tron then frowns, even as a message comes to her earbud. Turning to the side, she sees a figure walking up to her, dressed in Security garb. Tron blinks at the Reploid 'Arena Staff', then frowns again. Tron looks to Glyde, even as the reploid approaches. The Reploid comes up to Tron, and she rises and speaks to him softly and rapidly, so only they catch it. The Security member then looks to Glyde, and then Tron sits and begins to converse with Glyde.
Red Tide's song falters, slows, and stops as Silver continues to go after the announcer, and not her. She hadn't expected that at all. After a long moment, it starts again, as she hunches back down. She won't interfere with that combat. Rather an uninteresting show, at least if you're focussing on her; all she's doing is standing there and singing. And her mouth doesn't even move when she sings.
Metal Man gets down at his seat and well sits down kicking back to watch the first battle of the night. oO(This should be fun to watch. It seems Vile's toy has fully had his will broken. Perfect, this should be a good.)
[Radio: (A) Masters] Burner Man transmits, "An' for those of you wonderin' jus' why the hell you should send your bets through me. Think of it this way. Who you rather trust y'all money wit'? Some stranger or a fellow Master?"
MC Skeleton grins as Silver Mane begins thundering towards him, swinging his arm to gesture at him. "Here, boy! Come on! Faster!" He cackles as the Repliforcer bears closer to him, and abruptly takes to both hands and feet again, clamoring to the side and leaping again with unnatural agility for a hook lowered from the zeppelin which brought him in. He's a showman; he does things like that. As the chain raises him out of the range of the combatants, he reaches behind his sequined tuxedo and wrenches out a loosened piece of metal, tossing it down at the ground before Silver Mane. "Here, kid! For your troubles. But get at it, now!" Now he begins to snap his fingers to the tune of Red Tide's funeral dirge. "Hey, can we get a better beat on that? The house band, everybody! Let's give 'em a hand!" From a box somewhere at the top of the Sheol Pit, beyond the audience seating, is broadcast a band beginning to play jazz to accompany Red Tide's song.
[Radio: (A) Masters] Guts Man transmits, "Some stranger."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Centaur Man transmits, "I'd trust a different robot master."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Pirate Man transmits, "Another Master, ye be a crook."
Dust Man blinks in confusion. "What was that, Tron?" He looks back at the Security Droid, and then back to the Pit. This is really confusing...
Vile steeples his fingers as the MC removes himself from the ring, now leaving just Silver Mane and Red Tide to it.
[Radio: (A) Masters] Burner Man transmits, "I'm offended by that Pirate Man."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Burner Man transmits, "I'm no common crook."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Toad Man transmits, "Hey Burner Man"
[Radio: (A) Masters] Toad Man transmits, "I don't trust you worth ****"
[Radio: (A) Masters] Ice Man transmits, "You've got a point Burner....maybe I should retract my bet...."
Synth stands from her seat, stretching slightly to work out a couple knots and leaning down next to Enker. Unless your close, it looks as if she is offering him a long peck on the cheek as she whispers to him, before stepping out into the isle, looking around the upper portions of the stands.
[Radio: (A) Masters] Burner Man transmits, "An' if Ice Man trusts me wit' his money, why can't you all?"
[Radio: (A) Masters] Toad Man transmits, "If you want some grass you can pay me up front, I ain't fronting you ****"
Gemini Man snickers at Sewa. "Oh. Another one of your friends," he remarks sarcastically.
Morph Moth shrugs uncaringly at Firestorm, "I admit, this sort of combat is not really my cup of tea. But I suppose there's something to be said about the mass mentality of it that can get one excited. Much like the Olympics that are occasionally held. Although those are of a decidedly tamer nature."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Toad Man transmits, "Cuz you're a no good slackaft blowtorch."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Toad Man transmits, "YOU FULL OF HOT AIR BOY"
Synth receives a radio transmission from Gemini Man.
[Radio: (A) Masters] RM #30 Dust Man transmits, "Toad, you're worse than Nappy Boy."
Glyde Loath's mood shifts from sullenness to wide-eyed amazement at the fight. Only when Tron starts talking to the Arena Staff does he notice anything. He blinks, looking at Miss Princess and the reploid. A brief conversation follows, and The Glyde smirks after a moment, nodding.
Sewa sends a radio transmission.
Tron Bonne looks to Dust for a moment, then smiles reassuringly to him, "Don't worry... nothing wrong." Tron eyes the Security Reploid. "...I think." Tron then looks to Glyde with an arched eyebrow, awaiting his responce.
Already in the air as the MC grabs the rope and gets pulled right up out of the way, the Repliforcer slams into the energy shielding surrounding the pit. If it weren't up, Silver mane would be about 6 rows deep right now into the audience. With nary a moment to consider anything, the monstrosity leaps right off the side wall, hurtling powerfully at the droning Reploid in the middle of the pit. It takes only two leaps to cover the ground in a matter of seconds, and Silver Mane literally hits Red Tide like a full-bore freight train, his massive body literally smalling right into her body, jello goop and all, his claws and teeth digging into her hide.
Synth sends a radio transmission.
Iris continues to sit way up in the stands, observing the horror taking place down in the pit.
As the crowd keeps most of its attention focused upon the arena, a lone individual takes this time to arrive upon the scene. Oddly enough, he doesn't venture to the VIP box, but elects to take a far more interesting seat. A crystalline blue glow heralds the coming of Sigma and once the aura fades, the Maverick Emperor himself takes its place right next to Sarah Storm. He narrows his optics briefly as he assess the situation, "How... Entertaining, to say the least. To see so many gathered to witness such violence." A smirk plays upon his features as he speaks, "Is this not enlightening, human? Perhaps machines share more in common with humans than I'd like to admit." Pausing, he tilts his gaze down to Sarah, "It has been quite sometime since you questioned my principles. I must say I'm disappointed to see you still alive."
Gemini Man blinks down at Sewa after her radio transmission. "No," he says, harrumphing and turning back to the arena.
Dust Man slurps the WIly Beer. "At least they can fight, even if it is horribly despicable that they do." Dusty looks to the Servbots, then back to Tron. "Can I ask a favor, Tron?"
Sewa nods slowly, "Well, not this person. I don't know this person. I know Lucent.", she giggles softly at some transmission despite herself and then wonders about what she should do about the Forcers. Tell Vile? Tell anybody? "Be careful, Gemini.", she says after a moment. Hrm. Well maybe in a second...tell someone. She then looks towards Gemini and says, "Didn't think so! Who cares 'bout her?", she smirks.
[Radio: (A) Masters] Toad Man transmits, "Hey Dust"
[Radio: (A) Masters] Toad Man transmits, "What happens when you eat a fleshy?"
[Radio: (A) Masters] Burner Man transmits, "Watch who you callin' a slackaff, fatty."
Offering but a bow of the head as Synth leaves his side, Enker watches the Femme leave him for several heartbeats, then returns his attention to the show, brow now furrowed.
[Radio: (A) Masters] Centaur Man transmits, "Get along brothers."
[Radio: (A) Masters] RM #30 Dust Man transmits, "I don't. THey get all messy in my systems. All that flesh gums up my motors.""
[Radio: (A) Masters] Toad Man transmits, "You better recognize and respect your elders Methane Man"
Flare Feline continues to watch on with a neutral expression, his thoughts on the other hand betray that. oO(Why does this have to happen to people like this? I can't believe that people would actually willingly follow the Mavericks after a show like this.) He hrms deeply, almost sounding like a snarl.
[Radio: (A) Masters] Burner Man transmits, "Riiiiiight. Keep tellin' yourself that you oversized snotball."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Burner Man transmits, "Now. If my elders had some cash, it would be a whole different story."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Centaur Man transmits, "Enough quarelling. I'm trying to watch the fight!"
Psych Mosquito's smile turns unnaturally upwards as Silver Mane finally goes for his intended opponent. "Can we get me in closer up there?" After raising the chain on which he stands above the energy field, the zeppelin begins moving the MC's chain until he hovers directly above the Repliforcers, though out of their reach. "I really hope we've got a picture of this up on the monitors; hahah! Oh, that's a little too Marv Albert right there!"
Tron Bonne smiles at the nod from Glyde. Tron then nods to the Security Reploid. "Accepted." Tron then turns her head, her emerald eyes intent on the VIP Box even as the battle continues down below... the Servbots continue to 'Ooooo!' and 'Aaaahhh!' along with the crowd in the fight, the noise of it and the mass of bodies and wall of sound almost deafening. Tron then, at Dust's words, looks to him and smiles. "Sure, Dust. Ask away." Tron then looks out to the arena and /winces/ at the clash of Beauty and The Beast.
[Radio: (A) Masters] Toad Man transmits, "See I have cash. But it's mine doughhead."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Bomb Man transmits, " Talking about Elders Toad? I've been around since before they even thought up yer whinin' personality moron...now shuddap, yer interuptin the show!"
Red Tide's song stops as soon as the jazz band starts; given she was making it up on the spot, the addition of actual music only serves to confuse her tune. As Silver Mane rushes at her, she braces herself for the impact, hands covering her face.
The attack knocks her back, claws tearing at the thicker layer of gel that surrounds her, the sheer force of the impact knocking her on her back. Her taloned hands rise - but only to cover her face and ribs from the worst of the raking blades, the rest opening gaps in her paraplasm and sending red and pink acid spurting before they close. She doesn't make any move to defend herself other then this, but her voice calls out, "Do you see? This is not necessary! Vile is forcing you to do this. You should stop him; there is no reason, purpose, or enjoyment in fighting me! I will help you!"
[Radio: (A) Masters] Ice Man ptts. "I'm older then all of you guys except Cut and Guts, and you people rarely listen to me.
[Radio: (A) Masters] Toad Man transmits, "You guys are retards"
[Radio: (A) Masters] Burner Man transmits, "Speakin' of the show. I'm still acceptin' bids."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Toad Man transmits, "Turn your radio off"
Firestorm Phoenix shrugs, "Perhaps, though I'm not particularly interested in the blood sports being displayed right now. I'm more interested in the actual combat. One can learn a lot by watching others fight."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Toad Man transmits, "****nuts"
Chill Snowcat's tail twitches, he REALLY wants to get in there and stop this. But how? The feline looks at the forcefields and who is present, growing more agitated by this display.
Synth makes her way up through the crowd, emerging from the main mass of spectators and looking about. Part of her backpack breaks open, and a small scanner emerges, which Synth looks at as she looks around the upper portion of the crowd.
[Radio: (A) Masters] Bomb Man transmits, " Alright Burner, speaking of bids, who wants to bet on how long Toad's gonna be functioning properly after I get a hold of him when this shows over?"
Dust Man sighs at the acid sprays from the Pit, and looks at Tron. "ummmm... I was wondering if you could help me out in learning to drive... Cause it gets kinda frustrating not being able to make my own pickups."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Centaur Man transmits, "Why don't you offer to battle it out in the arena, entertain us all."
Ice Man looks on. "Good thing I bet on the horse....that chick's dead meat."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Toad Man transmits, "Mr Ed"
Magic Man slowly begins to frown as it becomes clear that "Beauty" has no intention of defending herself. "Well. This is a disappointment."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Toad Man transmits, "Why don't you stop being a useless tit and stop irritating us all"
[Radio: (A) Masters] Bomb Man transmits, " Why are you talking to me pony?"
[Radio: (A) Masters] Pirate Princess Tron Bonne transmits, "Yannow... ...the Repliforce and Hunters must be chomping at the bit for all this... I bet you there are at least a 50 or more in the crowd right now... It'll be interesting to see if they actualy do anything in the middle of all of this."
Spiral Pegasus finishes whatever he was working on. There's a faint, but very sinister smile on his face as he folds up the magazine and stuffs it in subspace somewhere. At which point, the smile grows even more sinister and he pulls something out of subspace. A crumbled, yet still non-moldy and intact, bundt cake. He holds it up to whoever has the misfortune to the non-Lily / Ray side of him. "Cake?"
Archer Colossus meanwhile turns off his radio at the drivel. Radio silence is paramount. As Red makes her speech, his section of the crowd begins to boo. In fact, his row begins throwing E-tank cans at the barrier in disgust, hissing noisily.
Glyde Loath reaches across the bench, grabbing one of the squawking Birdbots by the beak. A few spoken words, and the 'bot flaps off grumpily, the others trailing behind him. Glyde dusts his hands off, attention straying to the fight in the ring for a moment. Momma mia.
[Radio: (A) Masters] Gamma CO Gemini Man transmits, "Yeah, lookit Synth, running through trying to track their transmissions, as if she can kick 'em out, or something. Let 'em go, Synth. They're just here to watch one of their men die."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Bomb Man transmits, " yer right, theres at least 50 of them...but how many of -us- are around?"
Pirate Man nods to Magic, "Aye, but its still a good show. Even if only one is fighting. They can always toss another challenger in there later."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Synth says very quietly, "...where is she..."
[Radio: (A) Masters] RM #30 Dust Man transmits, "Wilysaveus..."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Burner Man transmits, "How much you puttin' down Bomb Man? Hit me a tightbeam."
Iris continues to look on in growing horror, especially now that Red Tide isn't even trying to defend herself.
Morph Moth hmms, and rubs an antenna thoughtfully, "Perhaps, but there doesn't seem to be much of a strategy or anything to the way that the Silvery Repliforcer is using. I prefer my combat to utilize as many tactics as possible to draw and utilize as many of the advantages that I posses."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Bomb Man transmits, " Bruner you moron, bettin's for makin money, what the 'ell do I need money fer?"
Tron Bonne softly relays a few orders into her wristunit, looking to Glyde as he orders a Birdbot off, then smiles to herself as she presses a single button on her wristunit. They'll be ready. Tron then looks to Dust, and nods. "Sure, Dust. I'll work on it later when we get home." Tron then looks back to the battle, and frowns at Silver Mane and Red Tide, the latter of which isn't fighting, but trying to reach Mane's Mind. Curious. Most Curious.
Metal Man chears on the monster that was once known as Silvermane and yells. "COME ON RIP THAT REPLIFORCE WENCH TO SCRAP!" He then calls out. "COME ON YOU WORTHLESS FORCER PUT UP A FIGHT! I PAID TO GET IN HERE! I WANT MY MONEY's WORTH!" Yup the ego is on loud mough mode tonight.
Hearing his hated master's name, the omnstrosity that's attacking Red Tide immediately pulls up from his inital attack on her. His optics easily encase the entire stadium in one fell swoop, turning unti his optics are staring up at the VIP box Vile is sitting in. Somehow, through all of this distance, he can feel the presence of his tormentor, his name being enough to set Silver Mane on his path. Immediately, the mostrosity leaps off of his fellow Repliforcer and leaps up through the air to slam against the energy barrier that separates the stands from the pit below. Ignoring any damage he may be causing to himself, Silver Mane throws himself into the energy shielding, his body slamming full force, only to drop the the ground on all fours and whirl around. Almost too fast for people to see, Silver Mane races across the lngth of the arena, bouncing off the far wall to add and increase his momentum, and once again make a massive leap at the energy shielding that protects the Maverick General, slamming into it, causing a rather large sound once more with the impact, dropping down to the arena floor on all fours.
Magic Man says, "True. The "Beast" is certainly show enough, especially if we can find someone with some will to live to throw in against it..."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Burner Man transmits, "Who said you had to use money?"
Gemini Man says, idly, "We're careful. ...Careful about what?" he then asks, eyes turning back to the fascinating, one-sided slaughter below.
[Radio: (A) Masters] Toad Man transmits, "Burner wants money so he can hook up some chiba"
Sewa shakes her head, "Just...be on your guard, okay? Something might happen. They tend during things like this.", she smiles, "I'll keep an eye out."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Bomb Man transmits, "Fine then, I'll bet Toad's lard ass that the beast loses....that way when he doesn't I'll have no choice but to get Toad fer yah"
[Radio: (A) Masters] Pirate Princess Tron Bonne transmits, "Well... that Repliforcer has some life in him yet... ...I don't think he'll be able to get through that shielding, however."
Vile leans forward and steeples his fingers over one another as he observes the...display by Silver Mane. "No..." he states firmly, reaching down and lightly touching a button on a small device in his hands, calmly observing the reploid's attempts to get at him. "...your rage need not be focussed. Return to the blind fury of before..." With that, his finger depresses the button, keyed into a frequency on the collar around Mane's neck.
Looking anything but amused at the activity below Sarah sighs softly and shakes her head slowly. This is almost too sickening to watch and yet she is almost drawn to it. Yet her eyes catch the towering form of Sigma approaching towards her. Looking frantically around her she mutters slightly annoyed before before she finally forces herself to calm down. Peers towards Sigma the youngest ninja tries to pay the Emperor no heed, yet it is something she could not do. "Enlightening? I think not..." She grumbles more to herself then to Sigma. "I take it you actually sponsor this? Isn't this against your beliefs that youhave soo stated before? Reploids rights and all? But I am sorry but correct me if I am wrong but isn't these actions showing you are no better then the humans that oppressed you?"
Spiral Pegasus's offer of free cake is turned down, he shakes his head sadly and puts it away. "Ah well, your loss." Taking another quick stock of the situation on the floor, the pinto turns to his partners in crime and waves two fingers towards said floor. "Get ready."
Gemini Man ignores the warning, shouting at the monster in the arena: "You'll never get to him that way, kill the girl FIRST!!"
[Radio: (A) Masters] Burner Man transmits, "We don't accept lard asses."
Synth smiles, and suddenly walks quickly across the rows as she catches one last transmission. Coming to a stop in front of a cloaked figure, she smiles very politely. "Hello, Miss," she says politely, sitting down on the seat next to Iris. "You know, these really arn't very good seats... I could take you to some better ones, if you like?" she adds with a sweet smile.
[Radio: (A) Masters] Burner Man transmits, "Especially Toad's."
A faint, quickly stifled squeak of horror sounds out from about a foot above Spiral's head as Mane mauls Red Tide, practically in half. A faint shuffle of delicate wings, the hidden Shinobi does a tapdance like dance atop the Pegacion's head as Mane lunges for the Maverick General. .oO(If he got through, that'd make our job so much easier.)
Iris balks nervously, as Synth suddenly sits down next to her. What can she do?? Not much, at this point. Realizing the Master femme likely heard Jet calling her, she sighs inwardly. "What is it you want?" she asks.
Centaur Man merely smiles, watching, and pondering. He doesn't care who wins, just as long as one scum repliforcer looses in the fight today. Seizui yawns, but stays awake, watching the fight with catlike curiosity.
Ice Man starts shouting too. "HEY! I'VE GOT MONEY ON THIS FIGHT! SO FIGHT ALREADY!"
Red Tide gets to her feet, one organelle halfway hanging out of the paraplasm, trailing an uncoiled...something behind it. She is wobbly; some scores on the silicate bone of her skeleton are visible, three ribs snapped and floating in the paraplasm, her left knee wrenched out of its ball socket and giving her an odd gait. But true to her promise, she slowly starts to lurch toward the section of the barrier Silver Mane is attacking, releasing a spray of acid from her forearms at it. Her eyes are gray, now, bright once again.
Sigma folds his arms across his chest as he leans back, a chuckle echoing from his depths, "Hardly, child. My General sponsors these games, not I. I merely uphold the principles of this city - free passage for our race and its allies. I come tonight out of strict curiousity rather than the perverse bloodlust that the humans and some of my brethern crave." Returning his gaze entirely to the match, he allows his smirk to fade back into a neutral line, "To us, human, you are like that Repliforce member there. Twisted, primal and violent. You destroy everything you see. Such is why you must be eradicated." He trails off for a bit and then waves a dismissive hand, "Ah, but I have not come to preach to you. I have taken this time to observe and observe I shall."
Firestorm Phoenix nods to Morph, "true, but like I said, I'm not interested in the spectacle taking place right now."
Archer Colossus shrugs, and continues to watch, deep in thought, considering the actions of the participants, his chances at his own plans...and whether they'll end up compromised.
Sewa frowns slightly. So many interceptors. She should've warned Iris earlier but, well, it wouldn't have helped matters. She doesn't comment on Gemini's statement. But, well, maybe she'll get what she sent to her.
Chill Snowcat bristles and his own claws extend as he sees the poor repliforcer being openly tormented. The shouting of the masters makes him grow more annoyed. He sees a half opened soda can on the ground by him and flicks it to hopefully hit ice man in the head.
Glyde Loath watches the fight wide-eyed while the Birdbots do his bidding. "That...is...grotesque." He didn't know who the fighters were, especially the thing out of a biology textbook. Why did he even come here? Ick.
As the collar around his neck is suddenly activated, the monstrosity lets out an immense roar of pain, dropping immediately to the ground, his form changing wildly , though all of his forms are nightmarish in shape. Helpless to avoid any incoming danger, the acid easily splashes over him, burning its way into his armor, causing Silver Mane another roar of pain as it eats away at his liquid metal body. The pain now fresh from his opponent, he once more whirls up to his feet and launches himself off the back wall at Red Tide once more, his claws reforming themsevles into two deadly scythes as he slices them through the air at her.
Morph Moth responds in like, "Neither am I, I find it quite a bit distasteful actually. This is not... normal combat. I suppose I am just here to fulfill my curiosity in the end. It is a big event after all and even being broadcasted. The masters do seem to be getting quite into it. Speaks volumes about their mindsets." A roll of his mothy optics as he quietly makes that last statement.
Tron Bonne watches the fight with a look of some horror and some disgust. Enjoying this? Nope. The Servbots are only because they don't realize what is really going on, and being out in public like this is a rare treat for them. Tron watches Silver Man attack the VIP Box, frowning softly at the figure just within it. Oh yeah... she and Glyde will fix his wagon. The Security Droid has all ready moved away, and has relayed the information to the Announcer and Vile. "I... agree, Glyde. I agree."
Synth smiles very politely, and stands, offering Iris a faint bow and a hand up. "The VIP Box has much better seats, Miss Iris. If you wouldn't mind, I could escort you down there. I'm certain that there would be someone there who would just love your company for the evening." Her smile suggests that Iris doesn't have much of a choice in the matter.
Dust Man comes to again. "Woah... This is a stronger brew than I thought..." He looks at the now extremely brutal mauling.
MC Skeleton swings his body around the chain, now revolving rapidly around it. "Well, folks, there you go. A little acid therapy and our games are back on! Nasty little thing; settles everything with violence. And look at that! Blade arms and all. I wish I could do that."
Flare Feline can't hide a snarl anymore, but tries to keep it low oO(I can't watch this anymore, I need to think of something...) He doesn't look at all happy, and quite frustrated, at not being able to think of anything.
Vile releases his finger from the button a moment later as Silver Mane 'reorients' himself to the correct target. "Excellent." He states then with a slow nod. "A simple push in the right direction, and he returns to that which was meant for him. The perfect machine...a little guidance and he does as desired." He trails off then and tilts his head to the side to listen in to the reports of a droid that comes up next to him, relaying it's transmission of an accepted proposition. "Excellent." He states again, straightening and making a point to lean back in his seat.
Iris ....has no choice in the matter, and she knows it, too. Caught!! How humiliating. With a sigh, and with nowhere else to go, Iris gets up to follow Synth reluctantly.
Red Tide had not been aiming at Silver Mane, but injured as she is, it was all she could do to stay /up/ during the attack. Falling backward with a thud after releasing the twin gouts, she does not even try to cover herself this time from the sickles; it's hard to tell if she even sees them coming. Both hit solidly - and the already damaged knee is severed, acidic paraplasm spilling out onto the ground. A muffled growl, but that's all. "I am nothing! You should not fight me - he is causing you pain! I will not harm you on purpose - you do not know what you are doing!" Her leg slowly starts to form into a sealed-over stub, so that her flesh does not /all/ fall out onto the ground, but there's a good deal of the acidic goo on the floor along with the odd floating organelle.
*PLINK* Ice is beaned in the back of the head by something, which bounces off and lands in the lap of the guy in front of him. The soda spils into the guys lap, who, btw, is quite unhappy right now. Ice points up in the direction of the throw and states that age old line. "HE DID IT!"
Feeling engrossed by the events unfolding down below Sarah focuses more on the Emperior beside her before rolling her eyes. "Twisted, primal and violent? Hmm, perhaps...perhaps there is abit of that in all of us when we get down to it. We are all those things but we are much more then that. Just like your Reploids that follow you loyally humans do have a good traits as well. We are caring, compassionate, and showing both hate and love. What springs from hate is also sprung from love. As for destroying everything we see...we do destroy but we also rebuild and try to make amends.
Gemini Man taunts the combatants out from the crowd. "Faster, pussycat! KILL! KILL!"
Sewa blinks and glances towards Gemini, "Er. ... You're really into this.", she says awkwardly.
Synth turns and looks at Iris for a moment, and leans over next to her.
Stealth Nekojin puts one hand on Flare's on the seatrest, a mild form of restraint at best, but tapping lightly on the back of his hand in a seemingly random fashion as she continues to watch in utter silence, not even her ears moving anymore...
Metal Man yells over the din. "GO FOR THE KILL! I got money that says that forcer is going to be scrapped!"
Pinpoint Crow remains in his seat, sitting back and watching intently. He idly flips a armor piercing bullet over in his fingers, much in the same way one would do with a coin. He raises his eyes up to the VIP box and spots Vile as the 'Beast' seems to have a problem. With a smirk he looks back down to the fight, still toying with the bullet.
MC Skeleton drops his grip on the chain and catches it inversely, flipping himself upside-down on the chain and submitting the combatants below to the strobing lights eminating from his shoulders. "And Beauty's still playing the pity game here! Won't fight back for her own life; I've gotta toss out my condolences to anybody who placed bets on her, because she doesn't seem ahead tonight!"
Magic Man snickers softly as the Beauty accidently attacks the Beast. Probably the only attack she'll make, it seems...no sense of self preservation at all. Alas. ..For her, at least. He could care less. The magician leans back, beginning to shuffle a deck of cards that appear in his hands.
Firestorm Phoenix nods, to Morph, "Same here, I'm mostly here for the grand opening, but perhaps this place with occassially yield some entertainment."
Archer Colossus calmly stares daggers at the pit proper, watching rather raptly. It's one hell of a scene...and frankly, he can't convince himself to do much other than watch right now, at least.
Shinobi Pixie begins to pace around on Spiral's head, most agitated. At least her stealth systems are still working perfectly, even if her mind isn't. She hates this, watching people fight. She'd -met- Red Tide, too, and now.. now.. It's a good thing she's cloaked. Ninjas aren't supposed to cry.
Chill Snowcat hisses as the fight continues ot be rather one sided and is occuring at all. Now Gemini is being too mouthy. He finds a half eaten ice cream cone and flings it his way with his tail. Let's try not to be TOO obvious now. But he has to do SOMETHING....even if it is just hit masters with trash.
Spiral Pegasus shakes his head, rubbing the spot between his eyes. "One's leaking acid, the other's programmed murder death kill." Mentally, plan A starts to reconfigure itself into plan B, however that will work. The tromping on his skull has the pinto start up a soft breeze to disguise the tromping his bish hair is taking.
Silver Mane roars and literally tears into Red Tide, his razor claws ripping into the protoplasmic armor that surrounds her, tearing out bits and pieces of it as his movements become entirely too fast and violent to see clearly by the naked eye. However, red acid and protoplasm gushes from each vicious swipe and bite as the monstrosity looms over Red Tide, doing his best to tear her apart..
Flare Feline grasps the side of his seat, as he watches the show down below. Lily's message does nothing to calm him, just add to his frustration. As Red is shredded before them, Flare starts to reach a breaking point. They came to rescue two of their own, not just one. oO(But WHAT can we DO??)
"And such is why you created us," replies Sigma calmly, "To make amends for your mistakes, you build a superior race. A race that has learned from your mistakes." He smirks lightly, "I give humanity create for having the wisdom to create me and my brethren, human. But I shall grant them no further compliment than this." Arching a brow at the battle, he leans forward and unfolds his arms. One of the appendages drapes over his leg casually as he watches, "Most intriguing. Vile's ability to utterly destroy one's mind is most fascinating. Don't you agree, child? It's a remarkable talent."
Overload Gargoyle steps into view. //*You will not find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. Cautious is the key. *// Taking a close look around, The Strider-Disguised-As-A-Gargoyle-Reploid spots Sarah... And Sigma. //*Not good..*// He hurries over there.
Stealth Nekojin continues to watch, mind racing silently behind unblinking eyes. Plan A melts into Plan C through X, all the details in the arena being taken in and formulating slowly as she does her level best to keep Flare from leaping up and exposing himself...
Metal Man lets out a laugh of glee as Silver Man starts to ripp Red Tide to shreds. "YA! Now that's more like it! COME ON KILL THAT WENCH! Make her suffer and die!!" Metal Man makes it obvious he has no love for the repliforce at all and just loves the fact that one Repliforcer is ripping another to shreds. He has not seen something this good since Snake Man had tricked a crazed Frost Walrus into attacking some of his own.
MC Skeleton begins to spin around the chain again, this time upside-down. "Now it's getting messy, folks! I want to hear you out there! Let's get those hands together and see if we can get some more blood out down here! C'mon!" He begins to applaud, though awkwardly as he still holds his microphone.
Red Tide, sprawled on her back, doesn't move at all. She doesn't do so much as raise one of her arms to block the worst of it; ribbons of reddish gel come in strings along Silver's claws, every so often with an organelle - or more likely, part of one - attached. "I will not fi - " Whatever she was going to say is silenced as one of the claws rakes through her throat, shredding the usual speech synthesizer she uses. Her eyes are fading, now; not to any colour. Just off. But after a moment, a voice comes again; not her usual one, a droning buzz formed by the vibration of her paraplasm rather then the synthesizer, completely emotionless and toneless. "I will not fight you," it says. "You are being twisted by Vile. I would kill him - but I cannot."
Archer Colossus meanwhile makes a mental note. oO(Thrash Gemini Man...again. Crucify Metal with arrows. Cream pie arrow helpless Metal. Steal Metal blade for a buzzsaw arrow. Do laundry. And try to figure out what the **** to do about this.)Oo
Magic Man takes his attention off the fight for a moment to raise an eyebrow at Metal Man. Goodness. He's...certainly getting into it. The magician, for his part, seems to have become bored with it all - the ferocity of the Beast is impressive, but there is no suspense here. No show. Just death.
Splut. Gemini Man is suddenly struck in the side of the face with... he pulls the tossed cone off his face, and glares into it... strawberry? His optics narrow as he scans the crowd to see who exactly threw that... and his eyes fall onto Chill Snowcat. "Hold this," he says to Sewa, handing her the dripping cone. And he passes her by in the stands, marching down toward the reploid, with intense anger in his eyes.
Morph Moth looks doubtful, "Perhaps...." he says noncommittaly. "At any rate, I need a refill of my drink. Excuse me a moment while I step outside to get some more." Rising to his feet, Morph steps out for a moment or two. Passing by some of the disguised Repliforcers as he does.
Dust Man winces at the sheer immense horror of the fight. He looks to Tron. "I'm leaving. I'll see you whenever I can not see this terror everytime I think of the Arena..." The Ducted One gets up to leave.
Chill Snowcat frowns as he sees the poor repliforcer being torn apart and sees others getting tense. He has to do something and well....he does the only thing he can think of. LOUDLY he roars what would probably be a challenge in the feline world. Perhaps the monstrosity that was Silver would rather fight a rival male then a hapless female? Maybe it will work, he leaps from his spot and stands there after roaring trying to get the other cat's attention.
Sewa holds onto it, blinks, and then looks towards the source. Chill Snowcat, huh? ... She giggles softly, once more despite herself and flings it back to the cat. Then? She ducks under her seat.
Tron Bonne looks to Glyde, then to Dust, then back to the show before her. She leans back in her seat, frowning. She doesn't like this show one bit... and turning her head, she looks up and at the crowds... as she can't right then look at Mane tearing at the... whatever it is. A Liquid based Reploid is certainly interesting... but not that interesting. Frowning then, she spies a /very/ familiar figure, and gasps softly and huddles back down in her seat. Nope, Sigma isn't one she wants to encounter right now... though he seems entertained. Tron then erks again at the scene. "...This is... very disgusting." The Servbots, however, are in with the spirit of the crowd, cheering for the purpose of cheering, talking with the remaining Birdbots and eachother, and believing all is nice and happy in the world. Cute, deluded little creatures, arn't they?
Vile stands up at that point, his cloak billowing as he spreads both hands out to the sides, watching as Red Tide simply begins to start being rended to shreds in the next instant. Before long there's going to be nothing left...and Vile dosen't want that. At first he'd entertained the thought of letting her be killed...but suddenly new images begin to float through his mind, of a Red Tide as twisted and savaged as Silver Mane. Yes...all it would take is another month...
Tron Bonne nods to Dust, and reaches out to comfort him for a moment... then blinks at the voice of Vile coming over the stands. Tron frowns his way and narrows her eyes... then shakes her head slowly.
Synth gently grasps Iris by the elbow, and looks around for a moment, a faint smile on her face. And she looks at Iris. "Turn it off, if you would miss? I wouldn't want you to be distracted. Now if you would come with me..." She scans the crowd for a moment, and begins to make her way across the isles to where Sigma is seated.
Sarah Storm grumps softly and slides down in her seat, letting the constant complaining behind her be halted. Of course she still can't see what is going on, which is probably for the best. "You don't get it do you? We were wrong to create something too much like us, who can think on their own as well as share the same emotions. We weren't ready for the responsiblity and for that we failed. We played god and thought to oppress beings that we created with our own hands, forgetting that once we create life they too have rights." Her eyes raise towards the direction of the pit before scowling from behind her scarf. "And yet you anger because a human does the same thing but when your general does this to your own race you look away? I find it rather sickening to say the least. But then I am not going to preach to ya about it."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Ice Man transmits, "Yay! Okay Burner....pay up."
Gemini Man is still marching down the stands as the Snowcat is roaring. And when Snowcat finishes...there he is. He doesn't even look at the end of the fight, as fascinating as the slauther was to him, only a moment ago. "Meow?" he asks the cat, after his small show of power. And then, he swings a fist at the cat's jaw.
[Radio: (A) Masters] Burner Man transmits, "Excuse me?"
Glyde Loath forces himself to watch the brutality, frowning uneasily. He almost looks relieved when Vile finally calls an end to it, running fingers through his hair. "Almost time..."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Ice Man transmits, "My bet. Or have you forgotten."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Burner Man transmits, "Oh, I haven't forgotten."
Flare Feline snarls again, as the match is brought to a close. oO(Maybe... we can get a chance if they bring them out of the ring... we'll have to find some way to track them...)
The unseen pixie plops down onto Spiral's head now, sitting lotus style and watching in tense horror as Vile makes his pronouncement.
[Radio: (A) Masters] Burner Man transmits, "But as I recall. You placed your bet on the, and I quote: berserk horse."
MC Skeleton's shoulders seem to slump as the match is called prematurely. "Sounds like we're going to have to wait for our casualties, huh? Just be patient, everybody; we'll all have our corpses, but this match is called, and everybody who bet on Beauty, pay up!"
Sewa rolls out from under the seat almost as soon as she hears Sigma saying what's going on. Blink. Blink. She stands up and dusts herself off before jogging as fast as she can without running into anybody towards him, hopping every so often so she can get a good look at him and continue on her way towards him. Gotta get there ASAP after all.
Dust Man looks back, smiling faintly at Tron... "Maybe I'll stay..." He sits down again, murmuring, "I hope they get a medic out there. But they probably won't/
Iris is led down the stands by Synth. She's being quiet and compliant...not putting up a fuss, at any rate.
[Radio: (A) Masters] Beta CO Metal Man transmits, "Pay his bet you worm or would I have to beat it out of you in the arena myself? Unless your a coward and don't want to face me."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Burner Man transmits, "The winner don't look like no horse to me."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Centaur Man transmits, "What?"
[Radio: (A) Masters] Ice Man transmits, "Burner.....grrrr......."
The monstrosity immediately pulls back from his current victim. The helplessness of his victim, coupled with the name of his most hated transgressor, and then the challenge from Chill Snowcat. The beast whirls around in the arena, his red optics flaring brightly as he issues back another challenge roar at Chill Snowcat loudly, his roar drowning out some of the cheering that's happening.
However, as Vile appears, Silver Mane's attention is once AGAIN distorted. The monstrosity whirls around to stare at the Maverick General. His optics reflect the hatred for his tormentor, his body bristling with spikes and other gory protrusions, protoplasm and acid dripping off of his silver body as he stares back at Vile. Ever so slowly, the beast stands up from all fours, raising itself up to its full 13 feet in height, looking down at the Maverick General with malevolence, but doesn't attack for some odd reason.
[Radio: (A) Masters] Toad Man transmits, "I told you he was a dick weed"
[Radio: (A) Masters] Toad Man transmits, "But no you allt old me to shut up"
[Radio: (A) Masters] Burner Man transmits, "Hey. I'm a fair Master. Ice Man said he was bettin' on the berserk horse. But like I said. The winner ain't no horse."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Burner Man transmits, "So."
Red Tide's droning voice returns. Slow, weak. Behind it is a bubbling from something ruptured near her nucleus; something /does/ bubble inside of her, releasing chemicals designed to temporarily disable Reploid neural nets throughout the area close to her. "Fight - him - he has - hurt you - changed you - stop him - " Her voice is erratic, when it comes at all, and punctuated by long, sudden pauses.
Magic Man snorts as Vile finally speaks. "Finally. This was getting dull." The magician shakes his head. "As interesting as the matchup was, next time they should make sure both parties are interested in fighting."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Beta CO Metal Man transmits, "I think burner is a chicken!"
Chill Snowcat takes the punch and is shut up for a moment, "You want ta see a maulin? -I- can show you a maulin and I ain't bein mind controlled like that poor guy is!" He himself leaps for gemini's gut with another roar, claws and teeth visible as the cat tries to maul Gemini.
[Radio: (A) Masters] Ice Man transmits, "Well, it's hard to tell -WHAT- that -THING- is, Burner. And you know who I meant!"
[Radio: (A) Masters] Burner Man transmits, "Then you must be a special kind of ass, Metal. For I am a Robot Master."
"I think that's what you're doing, miss..." Overload Gargoyle notes briefly just behind Sarah. "And that's what you do not want to do." //*Espically in a place like this. Can't tell who could be friend or foe in this place other than Sarah..*// He does a quick transmission -- [Radio: (A) Masters] Burner Man transmits, "How was I supposed to know Ice Man? You weren't specific enough."
Archer Colossus meanwhile excuses himself from his 'group'. Destination? The bathroom. And if you believe that...I've got some scorched earth in Cuba to sell you. Real destination...anywhere out of sight.
The Force Leader glares as he receives a transmission from within the crowd. "Little scuffle to deal with." He mutters to Vile's benefit, before he simply tips himself over the railing backwards from the VIP box. Bass' dashjets ignite momentarily, sending him flying over the crowd and in the direction of Gemini Man and Chill Snowcat. He's angry. He's very, very angry.
Synth makes her way across the crowd, finally arriving in front of Sarah Storm and the Emperor of the Mavericks himself. She moves Iris so that she is more or less in front of the Emperor, and offers a bow to Sigma. "My Lord, it is an honor to meet you," she says, not groveling but still respectful. "As I promised you, your guest." And she turns, indicating Iris to the Emperor.
Spiral Pegasus spies the commotion over one the side, and whispers to Lily, "I think your own cat needs a leash. Oh, and get ready, gang. I think it's just about showtime."
Vile stands steadily as Silver Mane rears up, his right optic narrowed into a bare slit. "There is a winner of this match." He states clearly. "The beast has proven himself..." With that he flips the edge of his cloak back...and once again raises a device in his hands, pointing it towards Silver Mane. It's the same one that he used earlier...to activate the collar.
"And now...the beast shall..submit." With that he depresses the button once more.
*FZZZZT*
All that Vile gets is a sudden shower of sparks. "..eh?"
Spiral Pegasus coughs, stifling a snerk. "Made in Russia. Figures."
Gemini Man holds out his hand trying to fend the Snowcat off, and is set upon by teeth and claws tearing into him. He crashes back into a row of observers, right in the lap of a simian reploid, causing the observer to spill his drink onto the feline sitting next to him. Gemini growls under his breath, and dives right back toward Chill, trying to strangle him and smash him back. ...Soccer brawl, anyone?
[Radio: (A) Masters] Beta CO Metal Man transmits, "Come on Bruner Man I challenge you to a fight in the Arena against me. If I win you give me Ice Man his winnings and you give me your profits from to night. Now if you win you get to keep the money along with 10,000 Zenny from my personal account. Do you have the cast iron manafolds to face me or are you just a defect who is all talk and a coward?"
Sigma chuckles as he closes his eyes, "Indeed, child. Perhaps you understand more than I gave you credit for. Your race was not capable of handling or respecting its creations. For this, it shall learn the hard way. We are not mere toys to be tampered with and controlled like puppets. Although, you seem to be the first to fully grasp the error of humanity's ways. Perhaps your race is not entirely lost, human, but it is too little too late. Nothing can reverse their fate. And as to my take on this battle, I merely allow Vile, and my brethren, to express the freedom that I wish for all Reploids. If they choose to participate and host these 'games', then I have no right to tell them no." Growing silent as Synth appears and presents Iris, he nods his head once and motions to an empty spot to his other side, "Good evening, iris. As I expected, you look less than amused. Come! Sit and forget this bloodshed for now. It is not for your eyes to behold."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Guts Man transmits, "Easiest money you'll ever make."
Iris smirks behind her concealing robes at Synth, then moves to sit her little self down next to Sigma. "...Hi," she murmurs, peering out at Vile -- apparently, even the arrogant Maverick General has technical difficulties from time to time. And Sigma is right; Iris has been put in less than a pleasant mood from watching this carnage unfold. She just sits there unhappily, listening to Sigma talk a good talk at...Sarah, of all people.
[Radio: (A) Masters] Beta CO Metal Man transmits, "You say I'm old and out of date? Should not one of fathers most recent creations be able to beat me. Or are you a chicken wuss little brother Burner?"
Stealth Nekojin silently drops something on the floor. What appears to be a small puppy chirrups and vanishes into the woodwork, leaving behind only a hole under her chair. A faint, ghostly smirk passes along her face, before vanishing as she watches the 'play' unfold before her...
[Radio: (A) Masters] Guts Man transmits, "Dude, he said you were a bucket of KFC."
Sewa walks towards the conversation, pausing as she comes within visual range. She then slows her jog to a casual walk. Hum hum dee doo. Nothing special here, friends, she just walks and walks and acts completely normal yessss.s.... nothing abnormal...just..nooooormal... She's too busy concentrated on this to even notice that Vile buys cheap remotes.
Though it's a couple of rows away, Gemini's fight attracts Magic Man's attention. Not noticing Vile's technical difficulties, the magician rises with a murmured, "Excuse me," and begins to make his way towards the brawl.
The onstrosity that is Silver Mane slowly reaches up as both the remote and the collar spark. the monster grips the collar in one mighty paw and literally rips it off his neck. With a deep snarl, the Repliforcer whips the collar at Vile, growling deeply as words actually come out of his throat, "Your control over me is broken, Vile. No more! Now, you DIE!!" Silver Mane lets out this immense, pent-up roar, the air literally vibrating in front of the monstrous reploid as it washes over the Maverick General, the sonic waves beating at the Maverick's smaller body.
[Radio: (A) Masters] Ice Man transmits, "Look, Burner. All you have to do is give me the money you owe me...and Metal won't kick your can. Simple?"
[Radio: (A) Masters] Burner Man transmits, "First of all. What is your fascination with chickens? Are you hungry or sumthin'? Cause it sure sounds like it. Second of all, I would fight you rusted Metal Man, but I make it a rule of thumb not to touch shit."
Flare Feline notices that Vile's remote goes kablooie. "This could get really bad really quick..." Just what they needed to complicate things.
MC Skeleton motions to the zeppelin above him to lower another chain, which it begins to do. In the meantime, he contorts his body in an acrobatic display until he has righted himself on the chain already lowered. "Just a little technical difficulty, folks, but it raises the question! What happens when you put an enraged, broken beast in an arena with a heavily-armored General? Let's find out! Place your bets!" He's probably going to get killed after this, but he is first and foremost a showman, and he's here to deliver a show.
[Radio: (A) Masters] Burner Man transmits, "An' I don't owe you any money, Ice. You bet on a horse. A horse didn't win. Simple as that."
Spiral Pegasus whispers to Flare Feline: 'Arm the ... Pulse. ... arming the ... Spiral. ... they ... work.'.
Synth smiles, and bows one last time to Sigma. "I hope you are satisfied, Emperor," she says quietly, and turns suddenly as the fight in the arena takes an unexpected turn.
Chill Snowcat gets put into a choke hold and uses his claws to try and pry the arm off him. He suddenly folds forward and tries to throw Gemini off him....and toward the forcefield.
Tron Bonne cannot help but smile right about now... though Mane may be free... Tron wonders for how long. And if he'll be able to smack Vile down before going down again. Oh well... Vile versus Silver Mane now. /THIS/ she will enjoy.
Dust Man eeps at the fight, and looks to Tron.
[Radio: (A) Masters] Beta CO Metal Man transmits, "Awe it seems Burner Man is just a con who ain't worthy of being a Robot Master."
There's a flurry of tapping on Spiral's head, and a smell of ozone trickles down to tickle the pegacion's nose. A little voice murmurs something into his ear, and then giggles melodically.
At the sounds of rage from Mane, Archer turns in mid-step, and just looks utterly shocked. And so, the 'thug' stands in the midst of the stairway, watching, waiting, and listening. Least for the time being. So much for the usual plan. Time to improvise...maybe.
Ice Man woohoos at the fight, between yelling into his radio.
Tron Bonne looks to Dust. "...Well... It /is/ an Arena. Guess the Ceasar got a bit too close to his Gladiators." Tron smirks, looking back out to the fight.
Glyde Loath stares at the arena, watching the beast just go nuts. Huh. How...interesting, yes. Glyde chortles, watching the Maverick get a taste of his own medicine.
Pinpoint Crow smirks as Vile's remote goes on the fritz, and then watches as Silver Mane goes in for the kill. He keeps flipping the bullet over in his fingers, not moving from his seat, knowing that Vile is more then capable of handling himself..
Red Tide struggles to push herself upright. "I - help - " Given her optics are off, the bubbling is worse then before, and her voice is almost gone, it's hard to tell what she's going to do. But then - she sticks her taloned hands inside herself, almost rummaging around in what's left of the paraplasm, pushing broken ribs out of the way and pulling one out. Putting her hands on a round sphere n ear the nucleus, she simply pulls it out - and squeezes.
Sarah Storm's eyes narrow just slightly as she glares at the Emperior. "Freedom? You have the right to speak of freedom when your freedom takes away others freedom? Yes we were wrong for our ways but we are slowly making ammends for our errors. I am all for you having freedom but not when it means destroying the human race or other reploids. What type of freedom is that? What kind of hypocritical cra..." Her voice dies down as she notices that she is no longer alone. Turning towards Kain she just shrugs apologentically before focusing on the new arrivals.
Overload Gargoyle starts to tense ever-so-slightly. //*...*// After speaking to Sarah, he bows to Sigma. "Greetings, Emperor." //*Gotta keep up the illusion and hope these villains are able to keep this under control.*// He smiles briefly. "I like how this event is turning out, or was turning out, Emperor."
Morph Moth comes back with his drink, but is unable to sit back down in his seat, due to the uproar that both the destruction of the device and the brawl going on nearby are causing within the crowd. o 0 (So much for an attempt at relaxing... What do I get? Utter chaos.) He headshakes.
Spiral Pegasus takes a moment to collect himself, then turns to Ray and Lily as well as the unseen voice that's continually messing his hair. "Alright, now is not the time to panic. I... have a cunning plan. On my mark, follow me and we'll -all- get out of here. Everybody." Implied wink wink nudge nudge.
[Radio: (A) Masters] Burner Man transmits, "Cause bein' a Robot Master means givin' in to some little turd wit' an attitude's poor ass attempts at a taunt, right?"
Vile blinks his right optic again, then suddenly lances it into little more than a slit as he backpedals one step...the remote in his hand exploding into a sudden spray of shrapnel in the next instant.
Stealth Nekojin nods silently to Spiral, and sighs softly, blinking for the first time since this began.
[Radio: (A) Masters] RM #30 Dust Man transmits, "Burner, do you enjoy being a propane tank? Do you WANT to be a toaster? Or better yet, a Servbot. Yeah, that'd be cool."
Flare Feline glances at 'Ford' and shrugs. Not like he's thought of anything yet. This whole situation will likely become utterly chaotic in moments anyway.
Nuh-uh. The Force Leader swoops down, catching the flying Gemini Man neatly -- by the side of the helmet, where one's ear would be. His descent continues, dragging Gemini Man back down towards where Chill Snowcat is. Landing with a heavy thud, he slams the first piece of cargo down, before his other arm reaches out to grab ahold of the reported instigator, the Hunter, in a likewise ear-hold. "Now what did we tell you kids about starting trouble in public? Especially when you're such a PATHETIC GOOD GUY, ISN'T THAT RIGHT CHILLY?!" Yes, Bass is angry. That's been noted several times. "WELL GUESS WHAT? YOU'RE BOTH GETTING A TIME OUT!"
Sewa blinks a couple times and then shrugs and continues on towards the Sigma, Iris, Synth, everybody. Now, however, she glances towards the fight and then blinks once before saying, "Um...Hello...", she pauses and then adds, "Er...Are you going to help him? Er...I mean...shouldn't someone?", she asks of Sigma. She pauses as she hears yelling. And more transmissions...and then... "Ergh...I think I'm going to stay clear from here...in the future."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Burner Man transmits, "I dunno. Do you enjoy bein' a dustbuster?"
Gemini Man starts to struggle in Bass' grasp, trying to kick away. He's panicking a little, and doesn't quite sound like his usual bad-attitude self. "I'm sorry! We're sorry! We'll be good! We'll be good!!!"
Silver Mane doesn't even give the Maverick Emperor a moment of rest. As Vile starts to pick himself up off the ground, Silver Mane is already upon him, oving even faster than he had before, seeming to simply reappear right as he slaps into the smaller Maverick, driving him to the ground again. If you thought what happened to Red Tide was furious, it's -NOTHING- compared to the blades, tears and in general blurred rending motions that happen now as Silver Mane unleashes -all- of his pent up rage on the Maverick General, keeping Vile pinned down against the ground with the furious and relentless attack of his claws and teetch, scoring deep marks and tearing small bit by bit of armor off of Vile..
Magic Man stops at the roar and slowly turns, eyes widened in surprise. Well. Maybe there was some room for the unexpected in this match after all. Forgetting the brawl, the magician stands there, watching Vile and the Beast...and blocking some poor fool's view. Well, several poor fools' views, actually...the magician is not small. He could care less, however, and ignores the angry mutters from those who he is inconveniencing.
Enker, who has been quiet and kept to himself for the past half hour, even while watching the start of a scuffle involving his own subordinate, suddenly rises to his feet the moment Bass' voice is heard. Briskly, he strides out of his row, and down towards the lower bleachers, where the brawl had been taking place. Clear disappointment mars his expression, and his scowl affixes itself firmly on his face. He rapidly approaches Bass, Gemini, and the likes.
[Radio: (A) Masters] RM #30 Dust Man transmits, "No, I don't think you quite get what I'm saying here, Burner."
Firestorm Phoenix frowns as the crowds seem to blocking Morph's movements. Shaking his head Firestorm just waits for the crowds to settle back down, they will soon enough.
As the second chain descends, MC Skeleton leaps, flipping in the air, onto it, at a safe distance from the knockout gas. "It doesn't look like the General's doing all that well here! Where's security when you need it, huh? He's really being brutal here; I think I see a tendon!"
Plum munches on some popcorn... it looks like she brought it with her, too... not trusting /anyone/ here, nope.
Sigma addresses Iris at first, "I am truly sorry that you had to witness such chaos this evening, Iris." He diliberately pauses as Bass breaks the sound barrier several times with his shouts and then frowns, "And I fear that it has not ended quite yet. Now... Since you have not been here, I'm sure you don't wish to remain in the dark." He motions to the shrouded Sarah, "This human and I have been discussing - ethics. She is quite the enlightened one, for a member of the human race." Then Sewa gains his attention, "Ah, Sewa. Good evening. Mm? ...Help? That won't be necessary, my child. You know as well as I that Vile can take care of himself. He would not be my General otherwise. I'm sure he'll grant the hero his valiant charge before the beast gets butchered just as valiantly." Smirking, he twists his visage to Sarah, "Humanity's freedom is stripped away in a manner not unlike how they stripped our own. They reap what they sow."
Red Tide appears completely deactivated. Even the bubbling before - well, with one last, much larger bubble, has stopped. She's completely still.
And the Servbots are chanting and cheering on Silver Mane! Look! The Servbot Wave!
Dust Man looks back down, frouns, and hands Tron 40 zenny. "Aww, fooey."
Archer Colossus meanwhile moves aside to let Enker pass, and ends up not too far from one of the groups of chatters. Nudging a random close person, he asides in his 'thug' drawl. "Sheeeeet. This mug's crazy. That crazy boy's gone all off. Daaaaaaaayyyumn." And other lovely interjections, as he sips an E-tank.
Tron Bonne declines the Zenny, smiling to Dust and winks. "I don't take money from friends." Tron then looks to the battle once more, inwardly cheering on Silver Man or 'The Beast', herself.
After a brief moment of silence, Sigma further states without looking behind him, "You may remove your poorly constructed disguise and relax yourself, human. I have no desire for violence tonight."
[Radio: (D) All-Evil] Morph Moth transmits, "What is going on in here? It's like a madhouse. I leave to get a drink and chaos erupts..."
Chill Snowcat YELPS as his ear is caught in a hand hold. He squeaks out loudly, "HE HIT ME FIRST! I WAS JUST WATCHIN THE FIGHT!!"
[Radio: (D) All-Evil] Dust Man transmits, "Pure Chaos. I hope Vile can get to the Goliath..."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Beta CO Metal Man transmits, "You know I thought your squad Pirate Man had more spine than Burner Man had. It seems he is a coward who will not deal with an upfrong challenge. Who knows he could fail you in an important battle Pirate. I thought you had actually whipped your men into proper shape."
[Radio: (D) All-Evil] Ice Man transmits, "Now -that- would be a show!"
[Radio: (D) All-Evil] Tron Bonne transmits, "Well, you guys wanted an Arena... we got an Arena. This is /quite/ the Colluseum, though... ...Ceasar got a little too close to the Gladiators, though."
[Radio: (D) All-Evil] Morph Moth transmits, "Why? *A pause* Do not tell me that the General has lost control of the Repliforcer?"
[Radio: (D) All-Evil] Dust Man transmits, "He certainly has."
[Radio: (D) All-Evil] Firestorm Phoenix transmits, "Ok I won't tell you."
Metal Man is saying something into his radio and apprently not happy about it.
Iris just sits with Sigma...she's become his companion for the evening, apparently. This is what she gets for sneaking into an event like this! She shakes her head slowly at the arena carnage...it's rather tragic, in her estimation.
Pirate Man receives a radio transmission.
[Radio: (A) Masters] Magnet Man transmits, "Wow, what'd Burner do now?"
[Radio: (D) All-Evil] Morph Moth transmits, "Damn, curse this folly! What forces do we have here? Can we please try to restore some order here?"
[Radio: (D) All-Evil] WE-ARE-LEGO! Servbot transmits, "Uhhh huuuuh! He did! /Wow/ this is better then the WWF!"
[Radio: (D) All-Evil] Sewa transmits, "Um. I hope he ... um ... Is just pretending..."
[Radio: (F) Worldchat] Dust Man transmits, "I certainly hope you mooks out there can repair little miss Viris out there. She seems to be melting."
[Radio: (F) Worldchat] Cosmos Chinchilla transmits, "OOC: Melting! She's melting!"
[Radio: (A) Masters] Pirate Man transmits, "What did ye just say, ye rusted piece of scrap? Ye calling all the members of Omega, cowards? Burner Man may not be one of the best in my squad but he could simply melt you down, without any possibility of recovery. While as for ye Burner Man, ye best prepare for battle or to do some training."
[Radio: (F) Worldchat] Cosmos Chinchilla transmits, "OOC: What a world!"
[Radio: (A) Masters] Beta CO Metal Man transmits, "Well if he stops cowering where ever he is. Have him prove it to me then."
[Radio: (F) Worldchat] Fusion Phoenix transmits, "Yes, we know how to tend to her wounds. We're not savages."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Burner Man transmits, "I ain't cowerin"
[Radio: (A) Masters] Burner Man transmits, "OOC: Bleah. Stupid enter key."
[Radio: (D) All-Evil] Firestorm Phoenix transmits, "Eh, Vile can handle himself. And if he can't... Well maybe it'll teach him not to be so careless."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Magic Man transmits, "Insult Burner all you like. Leave Omega out of this. Or I /will/ hurt you, Metal."
[Radio: (A) Masters] Burner Man transmits, "I ain't cowerin' nowhere. You jus' ain't worth the time to actually get up an' come look for you. Now. You can come find me whenever you want."
Vile all but seems to disappear under Silver Mane's much larger form, put on his back and raising one hand to try and shield himself as the claws dig into his form like wicked razors. His forearm gauntlet disappears in an explosion of sparks and bolts ripped free, as if they were little more than cheap plastic iminations holding the armor in place. The claws rip into his torso armor a moment later, ripping apart shreds where they pass, and even shredding apart one section of his left shoulder guard. One of the claws then makes contact with his helmet, a sudden *SHHRRRRK* emitting out in an explosion of sparks, leaving a long, scoring tear that drapes down the right side of said helmet. A tuft of blonde hair suddenly drops out from the crack, hanging free...but the audience gets no look at Vile's face however, as the helmet still remains whole.
Overload Gargoyle *BLINKS* at Sigma. He starts to give that 'I have no idea what you're talking about' expression but halts. With a brief sigh, and a hiss... Kain steps away from the Armor-like Reploid. He briefly grants Sigma a nod. //*I wonder... How did he know?*// He shrugs briefly before securing the Cipher. Sigma might not want blood to spill, but Kain is taking no chances. Espically in a city like this.
Dragging both up onto their tip-toes, the Force Leader gives them a good shaking. "TOO BAD! YOU KNOW THE RULES!" With that, Bass starts off towards the exit, dragging both by the ear.
[Radio: (A) Masters] Pirate Man transmits, "Aye if ye want
All Forty Servbots.
The Pirate Princess has arrived, and the Servbots follow her and move about, as the head up for the seats, dashing through legs and avoiding large feet. The Servbots are all carrying programs. Several dash up to Spike's clones and beam, asking in falsetto voices for some rotten fruit, then join the others again. Yep. The Servbots are going to enjoy the show. They quickly move to take up a large section of seats all together... with the masked girl taking center front.
At Bass' arrival, he tilts his head just slightly to acknowledge the Force Commander, then returns his gaze to look out to the field once more. "There will be plenty of opportunity in the times to come for humblings and public displays of punishment." He states evenly. "As expected...the populace simply drinks this up...we are providing to them the drug to which they will become addicted."
"Come my creation..." he states out, as if talking to himself...seeming to forget at the moment that Bass is there. "...show the world what I have done to you."
[Radio] You send Synth a direct message: "Private time with Bass, smooches from Enker? What's the deal? You ain't TWO PEOPLE ya know."
Sewa sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Jeeeeaaaallouss?"
Synth sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "*faint laughter* You only wish you were this popular..."
"ENOUGH." His voice echoes out in a long roll, as he vanishes from view, reappearing on the other side of the shielding, down on the edge of the pit.
"A winner of this match has been decided." He booms out once more, raising his right hand, clenched into a fist.
The air around her starts to /stink/ with a chemical of some kind, the concentrated form of her temporary neural net arrester - knockout gas for Reploids. The air around her is tinged pink from the gas drifting over her form and slowly spreading out. And Red? She just tips over sideways, slowly, with a squishing sound as her paraplasm hits the floor.
"Argh...!" he breathes out as the sonic waves begin to roll over his form, lifting him up a moment later and driving him back, to flip end-over end under the sonic waves, landing on his back for a second...then starting to pull himself up to one knee once more, the cloak hanging from his shoulders in tattered shreds. "Gruh..." he starts.
And through the brutality, one armored foot rises up, bracing itself against Silver Mane's stomach, finding purchase. "You are savage.." he grunts out. "...but still...INFERIOR!" With that, his right leg suddenly SLAMS forward in an amazing show of force, kicking the reploid off, despite Mane being three times his own size and weight.
"You are a masterpiece to me..." Vile stats then, his voice rasping more than normal as he tilts up, flipping his feet to land in a combat crouch. Another shower of sparks emitting from his helmet...though he seems to ignore it. "Once you have properly recovered..." he breathes out, form shifting slightly with heavy 'breaths'. In the next instant, a loud click issues out as the cylinder on his left shoulder lifts into place, dropping down in the next instant and pointing straight at Silver Mane's form...not even giving him a respite. "....we will work...on OBEDIENCE!"
With that, the Vile Cannon unleashes in a sudden deafening discharge, the very air around himself being blasted in a rolling shockwave as the weapon kicks back in a massive recoil, enough to cause his entire form to turn and jerk with the kickback. The discharge of energy released crackles like a demon unleashed as it sizzles its way through the air towards Silver Mane's body.