[ACRO] Crazy Ol Magtok's Battle Arena of Terror! (COMBAT! I)

[UncleWolf]

Fluffy doesn't bother trying to attack and whimpers, reaching around him to try and feel his way back towards one of the ends, trying to find his handlers, and hopefully a healer. He's moving pretty slowly, his wounds taking it's toll as he's no longer raged.

[iElf]

(go right ahead falgorn)

[Darkcomet]

((Falgorn: Well, I was going to give her a chance to get off if she named her employer, and also feel the need to point out that she actually wouldn't be executed. On an OOC level, this is potentially even worse, really. <.<))

[iElf]

(I think It would be better for her if she went along quietly...so that's what she does. she hasn't survived this long be fighting her way out everywhere )

[Falgorn]

((Falgorn: Well, I was going to give her a chance to get off if she named her employer, and also feel the need to point out that she actually wouldn't be executed. On an OOC level, this is potentially even worse, really. <.<))

((Oh, I was reffering to Fluffy and Ark...
<.< ))

[happyturtle]

A pixie flitters out of the competitor entrance towards Fluffy. "Damn it, Dexter. Call it already!" she hisses in the announcer's direction, though they probably won't be able to hear her over the crowd.

Acacia screams "Finish him! Finish him!" along with the rest of the throng.

[Darkcomet]

Okay then.

The helicopter arrives, landing outside. A squad of Imperial soldiers enters. "We'll take it from here," says one as he nods to one of the technically off-duty soldiers.

The new Imperials go to take Yamako to the helicopter.

[XtheYeti]

Ark laughs.

So we are both out of it then?

He can't move.

(Go ahead F. But I have to do a short deadtime.)

[iElf]

Yamako is lead to the helicopter, her lips sealed

[Darkcomet]

Yamako, assuming she doesn't start resisting, will be strapped into the helicopter, handcuffed and all that good stuff, and brought into a detention center in Inside, and placed in a jail cell.

Just so we can skip all the boring stuff. <.<

[UncleWolf]

Dexter's voice comes over the speakers. "Well, well, looks like a draw, folks! Fluffy's been incapacitated and it looks like the Challenger can't finish the draw. I'm sorry more blood couldn't have been shed for our lust, but this happens sometimes. At least Ark has a trophy for his wall." He says, gesturing towards the broken meter long tusk.

He hears some of the crowd complaining and smirks. "Please. Of course I remember what a tie means!" He clears his throat. "For those of you who are newcomers, it means the next match, with new combatants, will be made tougher! As well as a discount at the concession stands for the next half hour." He gestures at the center of the arena where a large circle starts to rise out of the floor. "BRING OUT THE WHEEL OF DEATH!!"


Fluffy whimpers a bit, still in pain, but when the pixie reaches him, he calms down, knowing that things will get better.

[XtheYeti]

Ark laughs.

So, we both get killed by some random fate now? Sweet.

[UncleWolf]

((Nope. Ark's and Fluffy's match is over. They're just getting ready for the next fight.))

[happyturtle]

The pixie flutters in front of Fluffy, kissing his nose, before sprinkling healing pixie dust over him. "There, there. You fought real good. Mummy's proud of you." she croons.

[XtheYeti]

Ark slowly gets up, and flies up to his box seat above the action and grabs some munchies.

Sweet. I lived. Bring on the violence from people other than me!

[iElf]

Yamako is indeed brought too the facility. do you want to post there first? I don't know what the cells are like

[UncleWolf]

Fluffy gives a low crooning sound as the dust heals him and tries to take her gently into his hand as he goes off the arena.


"Now, we can't spin the wheel unless we have some new contestants! Anyone can step forth and fight! If you have no challenger to go against, we can provide one."

[happyturtle]

"Come back inside, Fluffy. Mummy has your favourite soup all ready for you, with extra noodles, just like you like it," the pixie says, nuzzling against one of Fluffy's massive flaws. "Who's a good widdle rancor? I think you are! Yus I do!"

[UncleWolf]

Fluffy is easily guided by the pixie to his waiting food, glad he's made her proud.

Sprinklers rise out of the Arena floor to wash out all the blood and catch the acid out of the air to make it dissipate.

[Rebonack]

Time for another combatant to step up to the plate indeed.

But who, that's the real question! Why, it looks to be a certain shapely demoness who hasn't been seen for the past few weeks! Rusty brown skin and clad in ebony carapace armor, bat-like wings folded against her back. Reptilian eyes scans across the crowd as she grins a rather mean grin.

And shoulders a dreadfully large black mace upon her shoulder, the wicked weapon etched with dull crimson fissures and radiating infernal heat.

Memzee is looking quite a bit better now.

Must have been eating well in her player's absence.

Hopefully she wasn't too naughty while Rebo wasn't looking.

"So! Who's going to tango with me tonight <3" comes the demoness' challenge.

[billtodamax]

Mime enters the Arena, although not quite the combat part yet.

Two signs... Audience, and Arena.

Well, he certainly doesn't want to watch the audience!

Mime walks happily up to the Arena, certain that he's getting the best seat in the house.

Oh hey look, it's Zee!

Mime waves happily to Zee, and wonders where his seat is.

[UncleWolf]

As soon as Mime enters the Arena, the entrances shut behind him and Memzee. "We have a fight!" The crowd roars. "Tonight, for your viewing pleasure, and in a weak attempt to slake our thirst for spilt blood, I present to you the Beautiful Memzee, Demoness and Seductress of scores of unwitting menfolk." She gets several catcalls from the audience. "And against her, is Mime the Betrayer! Careful, for while he looks like a simple fool, those who have crossed his path have all found themselves in the gutter." There are several Boos and more than a few cheers as well.

Dexter laughs over the intercom system. "But I know what you're all waiting for!" He points to the wheel and it starts to spin. "SPIN THE WHEEL!" The crowd roars their favorite picks in excitement. The wheel spins, a low THOOM sound as it passes every section before it slows to a stop on one marked with handcuffs. The cheering gets louder as the wheel sinks.

"The WHEEL OF DEATH has chosen Manacles!"

Memzee and Mime will suddenly find their left arms chained together and long knives in their right hands. Apparently they were teleported right to the middle of the killing ground. "LET THE BLOOD FALL!"

Needless to say, the crowd goes wild.

[XtheYeti]

Ark, now fully recovered places a hansom bet on Mime. For the lulz of it.

Go speechless!!!

[Rebonack]

As soon as the demoness spots Mime she bites her lip rather pensively. She was expecting some hulking brute or smushy wizard to fight. Not the care-free, light hearted Mime.

She's about to suggest that this is some kind of mistake when she's suddenly whisked away.

It seems Memzee's mace was left behind when she was teleported. The infernal weapon soon there after drops to the ground with a titanic crash, sending spider-web fractures snaking across the ground. Apparently the thing was gratuitously heavy.

As soon as she finds herself shackled to the silent clown she coughs under her breath, "I'm going to try to knock you out really fast, okay?" her intention voiced the demoness tosses the dagger aside and grips the chain about her wrist with both hands.

She'll then attempt to defeat the arena floor by bludgeoning it with her new Mime-flail!

[billtodamax]

Well this is certainly confusing.

He didn't remember walking here!

He starts to scratch his head with his right hand, before noticing the knife in it.

WOW that could have been bad. He drops the knife and- AH! what's happening!

He's flung up into the air by the chain. He quickly mimes putting on a knight's helm one-handed, and starts on the breast plate before being slammed into the ground.

Ouch.

His helmet absorbs the blow to his head, but the rest of him hit the ground pretty hard.

He tugs on the chain in annoyance, hit body aching all over.

[Rebonack]

Drat.

He wasn't listening, was he?

But then, given the nature of the Mime that isn't terribly surprising.

Memzee grumbles in irritation. She would really rather avoid killing a person she considers a friend and generally innocent to boot. And the lack of unconsciousness may very well louse up that plan.

...well...

Maybe she just needs to hit harder this time around.

With Samsonian strength she strains against the chain once more, aiming to whip the Mime through the air and into that vile, evil arena floor! She would probably try smacking him into a wall. But it's way over there.

[billtodamax]

Mime, using the short respite of flying through the air again, mime-slips on a breast plate and starts to tighten the straps on the side.

Before being slammed into the ground again. His arms and legs are really feeling it right now, especially his left arm.

He tugs sharply on the chain, trying to get MemZee to stop hurling him about. It's not very dignified behaviour at all.

[XtheYeti]

Yeah Mime!!!!!!

Kick that demon's butt!!!!

Ark is now drunk...cause it's funnier that way...

[Rebonack]

Tugging on the chain a bit is more or less like a small dog yanking on its leash against its owner. That is to say, it doesn't bother Memzee all that much. Hideous strength is sort of her thing.

Getting chained to her for a melee slug-fest is very bad.

"Mime, we've got to fight," the demoness tries to hurriedly explain. "You stumbled into the arena and I'm willing to bet they'll kill one of us if the other isn't incapacitated."

She really doesn't want to kill the Mime.

Like him despite how silly and cheerful he is.

...in fact, that's probably why she likes him.

"So I'm going to try to knock you out. I might be able to get them to send in another opponent and let you live."

[billtodamax]

Mime attempts to explain, through mime, that he'd much rather knock her out and fight another opponent, so if that could somehow happen that would be great.

Then he starts to strap on some arm protection as well.

Mime, this isn't the time. Listen for once, she's trying to save your life.