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M1 trotted ahead to catch up to Rayd, who had gotten something of a head start on him. The pair of them both seemed to be troubled by their thoughts, M1 himself failing to notice Rayd's current disposition, of course, he did recognize when they were not alone. Something came up on his short range scan, something living. It could be anything really, given it's position relative to the forest, he chose not to investigate. He had other problems, things he wanted to deal with, things he needed to see finished or restored.
"Rayd... Shall we go?" He inquired, knowing that there were faster means of travel than simply walking. Of course, if he preferred to walk, then M1 wouldn't mind, he had no preference on how fast they reached their destination. Either way he'd have time to think.

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Following the bellow that had echoed from the distance, the ground beneath them began to shake. Fissures began to appear as rubble and debris rolled off the rising earth, from it sprung a great seal, one that bore an Ouroboros.
Karma Astra had arrived, his great serpentine body unfurling from the undulating rune that had only just appeared. The skies turned a dark shade of red as his shape became pronounced, eventually drawing itself inward and collapsing, returning all to equilibrium. When his eyes finally opened, they fell upon Noir, the embodiment of mischief himself. "Noir." The great Jackal greeted stiffly, suggesting a prior and presumably unpleasant encounter with him. "Explain yourself."

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"I need a hero that can lead the people. One that can collect and unite them, no matter how afraid or confused they may be.. and it won't be me."

As soon as he had turned his back Spindow spotted a human exiting the building and investigating his gunkball. "Well what do you know, not One second has passed and somebodies already after my prize. Typical." Spindow muttered. He didn't have time to really get into a decent state of indignation though with the uncertain state of the runaway Placia. Until he knew what was robot girl's screams for he'd have to put tracking down his interviewee on hold.

"Incoming Zets!" the charging slime shouted as he slid into a puddle around her feet. As much as he agreed that swearing was a reasonable solution to most any problem he didn't have the patience to sit around waiting for a largely sedentary woman come around to be of any use in this hyperstimulated state of urgency. Curling the outer edges of his puddle state upward, Spindow encapsuled Zetsara in a gray-tinged bubble of ooze. The bubble lurched backward momentarily before launching into the air to the hillsides, much akin to what you might expect a ballistic hamster ball would look like if it was fired from a cannon.

While it was given at this point that Zetsara was going to be ticked, It wasn't like she was going to get going anytime soon without a shove forward. "Before you say anything, Let's keep in mind that we still have a missing kid to find and this was way faster than walking." Spindow reminded the already irked Zetsara. "Kids don't get found standing around after all."

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Before Doctor Varias could chime in himself, Pontius voiced his opinion for him. "The nanites will have no effect on something like that." He said, biting the end of his glasses while in thought. Doctor Varias nodded to Acheron, approving of Pontius' response. "No..." Pontius continued, "this will require a more personal touch. Take us to her."

Pontius and Varias looked towards Dusk to lead the way. Certainly someone of Pontius' origin would be able to help with a demon...well, probably.

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Zetsara was running, and mid-step when concave walls of brown goo began swirling to life around her. "Wha- Hey Hey HEY!" Zetsara yelled in complaint and surprise, though the last bit was muffled as she had been completely caged at that point. She hadn't completely registered what he was referring to when he had yelled 'incoming' a second before, but it was clear now as the orb she was now enclosed in lurched backwards and sent her front side into the front of the ball with a gooey 'splat.' She twitched, or rather, convulsed at what had just happened. She didn't have time to register any complaints thereafter, however, as the ball suddenly launched itself skyward in an arch towards the hillside that Placia and Alexander were currently occupying.

"Before you say anything, Let's keep in mind that we still have a missing kid to find and this was way faster than walking." Spindow reminded the already irked Zetsara. "Kids don't get found standing around after all."

Zetsara was now thoroughly covered in Spindow, and the only thing running through her mind - almost overtaking the thought of Placia - was as follows -

Gonna kill him. Gonna kill him. Gonna...

Though she...really had no means to do so.

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"Rayd... Shall we go?"

M1 momentarily shook Rayd out of his stupor. He looked up towards Machinist, noting the machine was looking past him and to the deeper forest.

"Yeah...sure..." Rayd replied somewhat slowly as he looked towards the direction M1 was silently investigating. He didn't stop to take flight, which is what he assumed M1 was getting at. Instead he walked ahead, his eyes narrowing as he was trying to make out what was up ahead through the shafts of moonlight.

"Someone's up there, Machinist." Rayd announced, though not above normal volume. Rayd continued on carefully, slowly making his way up to whomever was up ahead. Whoever they were, they seemed to be laying against a tree.

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Percy was...silent for a moment as Durock worked his magic on the computer. He had voiced some outrage initially since the big cat had planted himself right between him and his stories. Durock was looking for a response after his handy work, but all he received was silence as Percy stared at the receipt page on his screen. His bottom lip began quivering slightly and a high pitched squeak began to vibrate to life in his vocal cords...before he burst into man-tears and hugged the huge cat.

"I LOVE YOU MAN!" He cried.

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"Must've come at a bad time if yer infirmary's packed like it is, huh?" Damian said, then paused for a moment. "Okay, fine, 'nough jokin' around. Neither o' ya seem to be the type ta take a joke anyway, so let's keep the downhill train a-rollin'."

"Quite." Marina replied quickly, in a business-like manner. "Degauss, it is time for you to begin. Impress me."

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The response given by the mysterious entity was certainly...unexpected. For absolutely no good reason, the being spat cold tea everywhere (including Pyro's face), heated it up with some sort of heat vision, and then spat the now hot tea everywhere (once again, including Pyro's face). This admittedly annoyed Pyro, but the entity soon dried the tea off of Pyro's face. By blowing his scarf off. Thankfully, though, Pyro's scarf was retrieved as the being complimented scarves in general. Pyro put his scarf back on as two chairs rose up underneath him and the entity along with a table. A huge stack of papers then randomly from the sky as the entity explained how Pyro's talking had taken up too much time.

It seemed as though Pyro was right. Perhaps he and this strange being would find common ground. After all, the entity seemed to have destructive powers, a chaotic nature, and a love of scarves. That alone was enough to get on Pyro's good side at least a bit. Before Pyro could express his newfound liking of the entity, however, a loud roar came from the distance and shattered the entity's head. Admittedly startled, Pyro turned to look behind his chair. What he witnessed could only be described as an apocalypse. As the ground started to break up and the sky turned red, a giant beast appeared and fixed its gaze on the mysterious entity in the chair across from Pyro's. Apparently, the two had met before. As Pyro continued to look up at the beast, he turned back around towards the entity across from him.

Now, Pyro didn't relish the thought of being in another situation like before, so he had decided to see how the moment played out. After all, the beast that had just appeared could contain powers to negate his own. For time being, Pyro moved his gaze back to the entity across from him, somewhat expecting an explanation as to just who or what the large beast was. Whatever was going on, Pyro still couldn't help but think that he was brought to the limbo that he and the two mysterious beings were in for a reason.

((I noticed that Chrono, Tick, Tock, and Beta aren't on the list of characters on the first page of the thread. Guess I should roleplay as those guys more, huh?))

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"What's this? Karma Astra, a pumpkin-headed nut-job and some over sized orange?" A deep and growly disembodied voice said, as a burning sphere of plasma appeared in the sky and then descended down towards the group.

As the miniature sun came closer and closer to the trio, the temperature of the air became unbearable as the atmosphere of this limbo was being ignited and scorched. The earth itself began to glow white hot as it liquified into pools of molten rock and glass before vaporizing altogether.

When the sphere touched down, it shrank dramatically until it was little more than a glowing aura surrounding vieling what appeared to be some kind of humanoid creature. When the creature dispelled the cloak, it was revealed to be a large anthropomorphic tiger.


His fiery orange fur did very little to conceal his heavy and intimidating bulk, he looked as if he devoured grizzly bears as an appetizer, he appeared to be missing one of his glowing amber eyes. A bright yellow flame took the place of the missing eye.

His face sported a long, deeply cut gash that ran all the way down it's right side, starting from where his eye would have Implying that whatever caused the scar had torn it out.


A toothy grin appeared on his muzzle while he stared at Pyro Cappy. His large, sharp fangs looking like they could crunch and shred the orange 'ball' with very little effort.

"Ha, just look at this moron. Looking all smug like that. He doesn't have a clue about where he is, does he?" He said turning and looking up at Karma and then to Noir.

"You know, I'd love to have a little fun with him, perhaps drag him back to hell with me." The feline said while extending his large razor sharp claws. "Maybe I could keep that scarf, or one of those stubby feet as a trophy too?"

"You wouldn't mind would you? Lord Death?"



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Durock smiled and chuffed when Percy hugged him. It made him feel good to know he'd managed to make somebody genuinely happy. He did something nice just to be nice, he didn't expect anything for it in return, but still got a something out of it. Percy's hug and cheerful squeals were rewards in themselves.

"I'm glad to see you're pleased! He said, hugging the buff desk clerk in return, squeezing him tightly and forgetting his own strength before he finally let him go.

"I'll see you around Percy. Have fun!" The big cat said as he walked away and then disappeared into the hallway.

Durock wandered the halls until he finally made his way to the diner, but when he pushed his way through the doors at it's entrance, he found the place in total disarray. Like some kind of storm had gone through the room and tore everything apart. Nearly all the tables had been flipped over and the staff were busily trying to clean up all the scattered and broken and scattered dinnerware that resulted.

The tiger simply sighed and made his way over counter, then he sat down on a stool and waited patiently for an available staff to take his order.
"Hello" he said politely when a waiter finally came over to him. "I'd like a 60 lbs of roast boar from my private stock please. Name's Durock" The waiter just stared at him in disbelief as he wrote the order.

<"60 lbs of meat is he serious?">

"Why... Are you looking at me like that? Do I have something on my face? Is it the order? 60 lbs really isn't that much...."

<This guy.. He's the one that gives Chef nightmares, isn't he?""

"Alright sir, I'll be right back with your order!

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There was a creeping feeling across his skin, telling him that he had an audience. The fire around his hand ceased as his focus was broken. His injury was scarred over now, and the skin around it showed some signs of blistering. He then noticed that the group was not talking anymore, but then he heard a murmur.

Gavrel looked up and saw a figure approaching, the man he had heard earlier. He squirmed a bit as he tried to stand and flee at the same time. However, the sudden motions were too much for him at this time, and so he ended up attempting to clutch his side from the pain and lose his footing on one of the roots below him. The pale being fell backward as his foot slipped up from the cluster of roots and his lumbar impacted a notable root. He clenched his teeth, the dull pain stunning him more than actually hurting him. Still, he emitted a weak, "Ow..."

After a few seconds, his mind recovered, but he didn't attempt to stand again. "I guess this just isn't my day...," he muttered to himself. Gavrel shakily lifted his head up to see the man and said, "If you were the one that stabbed me, you did a pretty poor job of killing me." His voice was strained a bit from him keeping his head up in such an awkward position.

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A sudden voice rang out, instantly grabbing Pyro's attention. The situation seemed to be getting interesting. To think, Pyro was already surrounded by a being of pure chaos and a giant dragon with the head of a jackal, and now something else was joining them. The voice from before seemed to belong to a miniature sun that began a descent to the three, turning the ground into molten liquid. The molten ground, however, didn't effect Pyro in any way. After all, he had a very high resistance to heat. It was almost like an immunity. As the miniature sun landed, Pyro grabbed hold of his sword's hilt and focused into it. This created a little lift of molten ground underneath him so that he wouldn't be swimming in the molten ground below.

After it landed, the miniature sun dispersed, revealing an anthropomorphic tiger with one eye. The tiger grinned at the sight of Pyro, chuckling and saying how smug Pyro was being as he begged to tear Pyro to shreds. Now, Pyro wouldn't say he was being smug. In actuality, he was a bit confused as well as annoyed. After all, he was just about to have a conversation with someone he was just beginning to like when all manner of powerful and destructive being came in and ruined everything. Pyro wasn't afraid of any of these beings around him, nor was he overconfident about being able to destroy any of them. Still, the tiger did manage to create a somewhat advantage for Pyro.

"And just how would you be able to tell my expression?" said Pyro, his question directed towards the tiger. "My face is hidden quite a bit, after all. Still, I guess you are kind of right. I'm not really sure what's going on."

Pyro was right. His face was hidden underneath his hat and scarf. How could the tiger have known his expression? In any case, he needed to be ready incase anything went wrong. And, by the looks of things, something would most likely go wrong.

((I'm really not sure if I can make Pyro a good villain character. I mean, he was almost killed in the first fight he got into and now the very same might happen again.))

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“Nice to see you again Mister Astra.” Noir said cheerily, and with a snap of his fingers he reformed the area around them, returning it to its former serenity. “Good to see you still ruin my things when you barge in asking questions.” He continued, patting Karma Astra on the nose with seemingly no regard as a new pumpkin dropped from the sky, landing on his shoulders and becoming a new head. He then looked up to find a blue ball of plasma descending from the sky.

"What this? Karma Astra, a pumpkin-headed nut-job and some over sized orange?" The floating orb said, its voice deep and growly. Noir tilted his head, watching as the orb dropped down, burning the entire area around them and scorching the very ground they stood on. He managed to let out a sigh before the heat set his head ablaze, disintegrating it. With mild irritation he snapped his fingers once more to again return the field to its former state.

“Oh look, a denizen of Hell. Don’t you have, like, an eternity of punishment to attend to?” Noir said to Garr, his voice once again disembodied due to his lack of a head. “Also, it’s Noir. But you can call me MISTER pumpkin-headed nut-job.” He said, his voice still filled with cheer. Suddenly the cup he had thrown earlier went whizzing by their heads, having seemingly completed an orbit of the field. Noir extended a tendril of shade and caught the cup, and then he brought it close to him and tipped the cup. He resumed drinking the tea, pouring it into some unseen gullet as the liquid disappeared from view.

“So, what can I do for you fine gentlemen?” Noir asked, his tea finished.

"You know, I'd love to have a little fun with him, perhaps drag him back to hell with me." The feline said while extending his large razor sharp claws. "Maybe I could keep that scarf, or one of those stubby feet as a trophy when I'm done?"

“HA!” Noir said, actually guffawing at the notion. “Listen buster, in the off-chance you take him, it’s ME who takes his scarf.” Noir said, jabbing Garr in the chest with a finger as he did so.

"You wouldn't mind would you? Lord Death?" Garr asked, a sadistic gleam in his eye.

“I would mind very much actually.” Noir said, wagging a finger condescendingly. “After all, it’s not nice to take other people’s things.”

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“All right then.” Dusk said, acknowledging the request with a nod of his head. “Then let us be off.” He said, signalling to everyone who was going to follow as he turned around and began to walk briskly out of the infirmary. His pace was quick but patient, he figured it wouldn’t do for multiple people to just tear through the hallways like madmen on a mission. Although they were going at such a pace that it would not take them too long to arrive at the Electric Arena, but he hoped Pandora would be able to keep holding on until then.

“Uh…” Kairus said, looking at Torvus nervously. “If I help you out, will you promise not to burn me?” He asked, trying his very best to use the most pleasant voice imaginable.

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Sharon nodded silently as Dusk motioned for them to follow. Though she wasn't the brightest thing, she was smart enough to guess that the situation was probably pretty serious, and she made it a point to keep right on Dusk's heels. In her mind, if this Pandora lady were to go berserk and the guy left there to stop her failed, the most capable fighters of the group should be between her and the presumably more squishy people, though she knew nothing of the others' abilities.

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Tamarin got up out of bed and sighed. Her insomnia, combined with a nagging feeling that something particularly bad was going on, had gotten the better of her and was keeping her up longer than she would've liked. Deciding that sleep was a lost cause, she changed out of her bedclothes into khaki shorts and a blue tanktop, then made her way over to the diner to grab a bite to eat. Upon arrival, she noticed that much of the furniture had gone missing. Or was broken apart all over the floor, along with much dinnerware. "Huh, looks like I must've missed the party...Ah, well..." she said mostly to herself as she made her way over to the counter and took a seat next to the tiger. It took her a few seconds in her drowsy state to realize that she'd seen the guy before somewhere, but where? Then it clicked.

"Hey, weren't you there when that robot went berserk at the end of that big match recently?" she asked him. It probably wouldn't be too long before an available staff member showed up to take her order as well, but in the meantime, there was nothing to kill but time.

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As the massive orb of sludge tore through the sky at high speeds and low altitudes, A collection of oozing mass extended out from the front of the bubble, forming both the pilot's form and the massive jutting arrangement of aviator shades hanging from his face.

"How's it going... one, two... Passenger?" The shade wearing sludgeball asked after confirming he hadn't picked up any unwanted company. "We're current hurtling at excessive speeds of crazy fast and we'll hopefully reach our targeted landing point within a few moments, try sitting tight while I try to get an idea of which direction I shot us in."

Leaning backward, Spindow pushed himself through the surface of the bubble to scan the area ahead of them. "Hills, hills, that rift in space I cut open to throw a bottle into... Oh look more hills!" Spindow thought as he turned his stack of glasses away from what was now the back of his head. The absolutely engrossing landscape was a nice distraction, but Spindow kept alert for the kids they were looking for. This astute survey of the ground payed off as the shapes of a girl and fighter joe came into view beneath them, prompting Spindow to peak his head back into the interior. "Hey Zets, They're right under us on the cliffside. You ready to head down?" He asked. No sooner after saying that some light went off in his head that there was a problem. He couldn't shake the feeling like he was forgetting some crucial fact that stopped everything from adding up, but he couldn't place his finger on what it was.

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Dusk's pace was brisk but understandable. Running would hardly do any good if everyone exhausted themselves just getting into the arena, something that could be costly if the situation grew suddenly dire. Hopefully though nothing of the sort would happen, Acheron was growing tired of these dire 'life or death' situations. She was just tired of situations in general.

Hazarding another conversation with what seemed to be consistantly irritating and agressive creatures, Acheron tried to strike up a conversation with Sharon. Moving to the front of the line, she made her way to the canine's side. "Hello again, I was wondering if perhaps we might be able to have a quick chat before we reach the patient." She asked. "You'll have to forgive me for assuming but you don't exactly strike me as a member of any medical personnel. I imagine you must be one of the combatants coming along in case things get out of hand?"

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Ignoring both Noir and Pyro Cappy's statements, the hell-beast flashed a sadistic, murderous glare at the puffball as he continued to bare his claws and fangs. A burning black tar-like substance oozed out from between his teeth, dribbling out of his mouth and onto the ground. As the fluid touched the earth, it ate away the grass and soil like acid.

He began marching in the Batamon's direction, moving towards him like a prowling hunter approaching their cornered prey, and as the gap between the two of them grew ever shorter, crimson flames and black lightning streamed from his gaping maw and wrapped around him, like countless serpents scaling the trunk of a tree, until he was completely cloaked in hell-fire.

"Regardless of what you may think, you really have no say when it comes to ownership. This moron belongs to hell. I'm taking him there." Garr said to Noir while maintaining his gaze on Pyro, as if to address him as well.

"I'm really going to enjoy this!" He said to the puff with a malicious and sadistic tone to his voice. Sounding as if the endless methods of hurting and torturing Pyro aroused him. The lust for blood and pain in his voice was clearly reflected by the expression on his face as his remaining eye glowed and he drooled copious amount of the fiery black liquid.

When the demon-tiger was just about on top of Pyro Cappy, Garr flared his aura, causing it to expand outward in all directions and threaten to swallow the puffball up in the inferno.

If even one flame or spark managed to touch the puffball he'd instantly be shocked and set ablaze. Unable to control or extinguish the flames, Pyro Cappy would burn for all eternity. His flesh would melt and he'd feel the endless anguish of the countless souls that were being punished and tortured in hell.

((I'd like to put size into perspective here. Durock is 8 ft tall, M1 is 11 ft tall, Gar is 12 feet. Kirby is very tiny at only 8 inches, not even up to Durock's ankle.

Also, if it somehow isn't obvious by now. Garr is Durock's father. He's the tiger who threw Durock off a cliff when he was a cub, he did so despite realizing Durock was his son.))

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Iron Albatross walked up to the oversized computer terminal that Buff had used before to issue Mr. Plas Durock his challenge. The titanic british plane man hesitated for a brief moment, unsure of whether or not to issue a challenge. This was, after all, his first time doing this, and he didn't know anybody there (save for Buff), not to mention he barely knew his way around. Eventually, however, he reached a decision and typed in his name and his arena of choice for the entire lobby to see.

IRON ALBATROSS VS. ???

JUNGLE ARENA

That done, the automaton signed out of the terminal and walked away.

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Ooh, and that one nailed him right on the face. He stumbled a bit, but only for a moment. This fight has gone on forever, you're aware of this fact, correct? "Ah, don't you worry. This next attack will be the finishing blow!" He said, completely sure of himself. It had better be.

Theo rose up his fist. He was, to put it bluntly, pretty roughed up. It almost appeared as though his body could only move on past the toll the fight had taken from sheer temperature of blood. Hopefully, at some point in the near future, his blood would lower a degree.

He dashed at what's-her-face, yelling loudly, and aiming a very easily telegraphed punch at her face, aiming to fake her out, and instead grab her leg and bring her into a full-body toss onto the floor of the arena, a manoeuvre which, hopefully, would take at least one of them out.

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Kaz stared blankly at his fifteenth cuba libre.

"..." He silenced, before hurling the glass at the wall. "Feh. $%@hole made me do it." He hopped up, clearly tired of his drink, made sure to sign over all payment to Alexander, and marched out.

He paced at a bizarrely fast pace around the Colosseum, obviously rather peeved about something... or maybe it was just his natural state of aggression? Who knows.

"What dickbutt made that last glass? Tasted like ass! And then they made me drink it! Bet it was a mom. !@#$%' moms." He said to nobody in particular. "Man where even in the @$#^ is Al? Bet he's off bein' some big hero again. Idiot. What kinda !@#$%' moron acts like he's the God Hand at twenty-goddamn-six?" He, again, said to nobody in particular.

He punched the wall in his directionless anger, the same wall that, fortuitously enough, happened to display a challenge by one Iron Albatross. Kaz looked up at the board, and his first thought was

"The hell kinda name is Iron Albatross?" You couldn't see it, but he raised his eyebrow. "...Feh." He shrugged, and strolled off to the Jungle Arena.

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Albatross spun his propeller-hands around back and forth, creating a humming WHHRRRRRRRRRR from the rotor. (In case one couldn't tell, Albatross was easily amused.) The sound of someone stepping through the door caught his attention, and he got to his feet and manuvered around the trees as well as he could to visit his opponent. The leaves rustled and birds flew out in a panic as the Flying fortress-based robot stumbled out of the jungle, impeded by the thick foliage surrounding him at every turn. He eventually found Kaz and knelt down to better communicate with his smaller opponent.

And Albatross talked.

And talked.

And talked.

"Oh, hello there, mister! I am Iron Albatross, a flight-based combat robot along the same lines of Iron Buffalo. Do you know him? He's kind of like my brother. He's big and grumpy and gives off steam and can light himself on fire. On the subject of fire, do you like S'mores? I wouldn't know what they taste like because I'm a robot and can't eat. Which reminds me, I need to add that to my personal list of things to eat if I ever get myself a body that can do so. It'll go right below 'watermelon', but above 'tuna'. Tuna. Tuna, tuna, tuna... It's a funny word, isn't it? I mean really, who gave these fish their names? Who gave any animal their name, anyways? But I really shouldn't complain, because I'm named after a bird which eats fish, possibly including tuna. It also eats crustaceans! Fun fact, right? But I digress. What's your name?"

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Durock was still sitting at the bar waiting for his food to arrive, swirling around water inside of a glass with a spoon while day dreaming, reminiscing of the past and everything that had happened recently. There was a large frown on his face, suggesting that the thoughts going through his head weren't very pleasant.

Then Tammy came in and sat herself down next to him. Recognizing him from earlier, she asked "Hey, weren't you there when that robot went berserk at the end of that big match recently?" He didn't respond, instead he simply continued stirring the water around. The subject matter wasn't something he was in the mood for talking about, he wasn't really up for socializing either at least not with strangers. However, he did turn to look at her briefly, at least acknowledging that she existed.

Going back to stirring the water, it was several minutes before he finally responded to her. But only because he'd caught a whiff of an odd scent coming from her. He looked at her again, and blinked a couple of times to be sure his eyes weren't playing any tricks on him.

The girl looked like a human, but she had the scent of a fox, it seemed too strong to be any kind of perfume, beside that she looked like she'd just woken up, who wears perfume to bed, that who who would want to smell like a fox?!

"Excuse me, but there's something about you that seems very odd." Said the green furred tiger. The irony wasn't lost on him. "I look at you and see a woman, but everything else about you screams to me that you're a fox. For one you smell like a fox, why is that?"


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Torvus looked at Kairus, and then opened his mouth and inhaled deeply. He looked like he was about to exhale a large stream of flames onto the Aracnid's fuzzy body.

Instead after a couple moment of silence and no fiery stream, he s said. "If you untie me I promise I won't burn you. But there is something I'd like to talk to you about after you get me out." Having now been tied up for a while, Torvus had the chance to think things through and calm down.

((ARE YOU HAPPY NOW EGGHEAD? I RESPONDED!!111111))

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((So I guess that means I was waiting on you too by waiting on Doctor the Egghead. YOU BETTER BE LOOKING IN THE MIRROR BEFORE YOU START HASSLING PEOPLE FMP.))

As Spindow and Zetsara flew right over their targetted destination, our dull-witted slime pilot finally realized what the elusive folly in his method might be as the pair crashed through a web of forest branches. "Crap, I think I might have overshot-URF!" He yelped as he collided into an oak, throwing the final nail (and numerous chunks of lumber) into anything that could be called stable surface tension, splattering large volumes of leafy scum and its contents (read as 'Zetsara') tumbling to the forest floor in a stream of dribbling ooze.

As the initial shock of an impact worthy of a dedication to 'George of The Jungle', The haphazard ex-pilot reconstructed his form a few feet away from where Zetsara had landed as well. "What the hell..." Spindow groaned as he rubbed his head in pain. Looking around their impact site, it would seem by chance that there was a fire within the immediate vicinity, and a number of other forest goers nearby as well. While the third party was a mystery to him, Spindow recognized the other two near instantly.

"Oh check it out, it's that Rayd guy and M-1."

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"A chat, huh? Sure. Anyway, yeah, you'd be right in your assumption. I'm nowhere near qualified in any field of medicine at all, but I'm confident enough in my abilities that whatever this chick is liable to turn into has to be really bad news to actually scare me on its own, know what I mean? Dunno how well you and the doc can handle yourselves, but I'm assuming this guy here--" Sharon motioned towards Dusk. "--is a better fighter, so it only makes sense that we'll be the meatshields if things happen to go completely, horribly wrong. Which things have a tendency of doing, in my experience..."

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Tamarin waited patiently for the tiger to respond. Whether it was a subject he didn't want to talk about or if he just didn't want to talk at all, she could only guess, though he did at least give an initial glance to indicate he wasn't completely ignoring her. In the meantime, she ordered a cup of coffee (black) and a large-ish plate of bacon. After she gave the waiter dude her order, the tiger finally opened his mouth.

"Excuse me, but something about you seems very odd. I look at you and see a woman, but everything else about you screams to me that you're a fox. For one, you smell like a fox. Why's that?"

"The nose always knows, doesn't it?" She chuckled a bit and swirled a finger around in her newly-arrived coffee, which was steaming hot. "Okay, you caught me. In actuality, I am really a fox, but I've spent enough time as a human in my life that I prefer it to my...true form, shall we say. Where I'm from, I wouldn't be able to make much of a living if it were known I was a talking animal with a lifespan centuries beyond that of the human norm. I'm a weaponsmith by trade."

She shrugged and took a sip of coffee. "Yep, that's hot...You probably didn't want me to explain things too much, did you? Ah, well...I don't recall anything the spider told me about you at the moment...Think his name was Kairus? We had a friendly fight not too long ago. Ate too much wood and dirt there...But yeah, if you really don't want me around, I'll move."

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Remoter had been walking for a fair amount of time, still holding his old body, and had made it back to his pod, which was too big to hold his larger body. he sighed, and looked over to see his shiny Terminal, and Tick and Tock just...Kinda...Hanging out there. They had been sitting there since morning, and it was around, like midnight or something, and after figuring out a day at the Colosseum is like half an earth year, he deduced they had been standing there for about...one and three-eighths of a forever.


THAT'S A LONG TIME

After shoving the cards that had been shipped and used as a live burial material to him when he had gone crazy, and collect the few dollars that they had (Presumably) inserted, he decided to talk to them.
"Hey guys, Do remember Remoter? Because His thoughts and stuff got transferred to a new body, and I decided to bring the ol' shell of it for you guys to tinker around with. While It still has some files, I'd just delete them since they've been corrupted, but this guy still has all of his electronics and stuff. Have fun!" He promptly set down the body in front of them, and went on his merry murderous thought filled way.

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"Mmhmm" Acheron noted with a tilt of her head. She could say she disagreed with anything Sharon said, except the unappealing designation of meatshields of course. "Hopefully it won't come to requiring physical force, but I don't think that we'll have to rely solely on one person." She argued. "The staff here would undoubtedly be trained in some manner to handle the wildly diverse combatants that regularly traverse these halls, and being well versed in medicine would have utility in battle as well wouldn't it?"

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Deguass glowered at Damian for a moment, taking his time, examining him carefully. Torture proved ineffectual with his leader, and he imagined it may prove equally so with the subordinates. With this in mind, Deguass wanted to take a different approach with this one, and moved toward his charge, kneeling down to meet him at eye level. "Alright, first things first, I'm in charge of you today, if you know what that means then I hope you'll prove as cooperative as Absalom did, I'd hate having to clean up after myself again, but if I must gut you like the worthless fish you are." To emphasize his point, a blade began to form in his hand, it's edge materializing at the base of his chin. Were Damian to look in his interrogator's eyes, he'd find that there was no emotion behind them. Only the intent to kill. "I will not hesitate for even a moment. Now..." He twisted the blade, creating a small, harmless divot in Damian's skin.

"Why are you here?"

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Placia, having just been saved by Alexander, pushed him away from her person after they had made it back to solid ground, she was flustered. Grateful that he had saved her, wary of who he was, and shaken from having almost died. She merely nodded, and felt her legs give way, landing on the cool earth beneath, she'd need a moment or so to collect herself before she could say anything.
It was more than her brush with death however, it was also an overwhelming sense of shame, she was utterly ashamed of herself, for being so weak, for losing her senses like she had. She was nothing but trouble, and she absolutely hated herself.

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M1 examined Gavrel as he laid in a crumpled heap on the ground, it wasn't too difficult to realize the man was injured. "Rayd.." M1 began, brushing past him to kneel beside Gavrel. "He needs medical attention, we should probably take him back with us." He felt that suggesting taking him back was appropriate, as he wasn't sure how Rayd would feel about the whole idea, however, he likely didn't have time to respond, as not longer after Spindow and Zetsara came crashing through the forest canopy.

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Karma did not say much for a time, allowing Garr and Noir to exchange their jabs, ultimately Pyro Cappy's fate was to be decided by his own actions, Karma was merely there to keep Noir from over stepping his bounds. "Noir, the Demon speaks true, this creatures wretched soul belongs in hell, if you want to keep it, then you must speak with Miser Carnifex. You know him as Lucifer." He added, hoping Noir would concede, he was difficult, not stupid.
"So? What shall you do Noir?"

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