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nexus_crossings2020-10-09 10:32 pm
mrhix) wrote in nexus_crossings2020-10-09 10:32 pm
Ki ki ki, ma ma ma!
Jason has found the Arena.
When left to his own devices and allowed to wander the Nexus freely with none capable or willing to stop him. It was inevitable.
He has not left in a day and a half and in that time he has not tired of killing. As unannounced as he was unexpected his powerful body, fueled by his cursed nature kept him strong and even now he does not abate.
The MC is clearly fearful. The crowd who once brayed desperately for more violence have long gone quiet and many have left, perhaps to seek help. Only those who feel they have a chance to stop him or are too captivated by the grim spectacle to move remain.
The last one he felled was a being he did not know. A screaming man with a funny head and sharp teeth now lay dead at his feet in his glorious metallic uniform.
Many colors of blood decorated his machete. His beaten body sported cuts and bruises that were fresh.
His head turned silently to the MC under the bright light of the lamps and spotlights that illuminated the fighting pit. The MC's position meant Jason could not harm him, a lesson he was slow to learn, but that did not keep the challengers from dying.
The MC gulped and made ready to announce the latest challenger, fighting the fatigue of being held there for almost two days and not allowed any rest but for how long the next combat might last.
The ringed cage has a supporting balcony and many places to watch, not all of which were empty.
"who..." The MC paused as the words caught in their throat "ahem, WHO HAS THE COURAGE TO STEP INTO THE RING WITH OUR... REIGNING CHAMPION?" they looked about desperately for someone, anyone who would end this.
(warning, character death is both encouraged and expected, if that's not for you then don't worry about it but you'd better let me know clearly. There is currently no anti-violence field in the Arena. You have been warned.)
When left to his own devices and allowed to wander the Nexus freely with none capable or willing to stop him. It was inevitable.
He has not left in a day and a half and in that time he has not tired of killing. As unannounced as he was unexpected his powerful body, fueled by his cursed nature kept him strong and even now he does not abate.
The MC is clearly fearful. The crowd who once brayed desperately for more violence have long gone quiet and many have left, perhaps to seek help. Only those who feel they have a chance to stop him or are too captivated by the grim spectacle to move remain.
The last one he felled was a being he did not know. A screaming man with a funny head and sharp teeth now lay dead at his feet in his glorious metallic uniform.
Many colors of blood decorated his machete. His beaten body sported cuts and bruises that were fresh.
His head turned silently to the MC under the bright light of the lamps and spotlights that illuminated the fighting pit. The MC's position meant Jason could not harm him, a lesson he was slow to learn, but that did not keep the challengers from dying.
The MC gulped and made ready to announce the latest challenger, fighting the fatigue of being held there for almost two days and not allowed any rest but for how long the next combat might last.
The ringed cage has a supporting balcony and many places to watch, not all of which were empty.
"who..." The MC paused as the words caught in their throat "ahem, WHO HAS THE COURAGE TO STEP INTO THE RING WITH OUR... REIGNING CHAMPION?" they looked about desperately for someone, anyone who would end this.
(warning, character death is both encouraged and expected, if that's not for you then don't worry about it but you'd better let me know clearly. There is currently no anti-violence field in the Arena. You have been warned.)
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Every now and again the twins let him out, even though they know they'll get in trouble for it. And since their boss has got them all hard at work, they know that this is the best day to make it look like an accident.
Buzzsaw isn't sticking around to get ordered back into the cassette and put away. Oh no. It's been a long, long time since he got out to play, and everything about this place is new and different.
But it's been frustrating. So far the worst thing he's been able to do in the marketplace is divebomb at people, only to be stopped short a few inches away from them at best. And he can't be having with that, because people complain, and if people complain, then pretty soon the boss will find out. And that will mean his day of fun will be cut short.
So he takes to the air, making lazy circles overhead.
Catbrother and the boss are so distracted, looking over their plans, giving orders to LB and the twins. They have no idea he's out!!!
He floats on the air currents above the Nexus until he smells blood...
It's an arena!
He watched their Lord in the arena once, but it's been millions of years since he was even allowed near such a place.
And the sand is covered with so many beautiful colours of blood, so many shapes that were once alive, so many things to rearrange...
But the human in the centre of the ring--a human!!! a human with a mask on--draws him in like a brilliant flame. What is this being? Is this the source of all this lovely carnage?
Oh, this is going to be the best day out...
The black and yellow robot bird plummets like an osprey down out of the sky, his durasteel claws out, going for the human's braincase.
He almost hopes he doesn't connect. How terrible it would be if this ended too soon~~~!!!
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((OOC: I wasn't going to play this character but I saw this and I had to. Fully understand that he might die. Not sure that Rav wouldn't be relieved if he did, as long as he's wrong and LB survives...))
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He has never seen such a being up close and though it is impressive he does not show signs of fear or faltering.
With a twist of his wrist the machete's filthy blade flecked blood from itself. Righting his head he steps forward into the circle of light and watches Buzzsaw.
He does not seem particularly interested in attacking the machine.
(When you're ready, remember they are indoors and there's not a lot of space to fly about in.)
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((OOC: for some reason I'm mentally picturing it to look like a stadium, or like the actual Colosseum because I went there once when I was 14, but I live in San Francisco, so it'll help if I know whether it's the size of the Mission High School 'stadium' or whatever they're calling the Giants stadium-AT&T park I think--these days?))
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The machete was blasted almost completely in half, loosing a great chunk of its blade.
Jason took a moment to look at his weapon and how useless it was now. Dropping it he wordlessly rushed Buzzsaw arms out to grab the metal bird. His focus to rip it to pieces.
(HAHA, no dude. This isn't some grand area, this is tight and dirty. Underground fighting pit kinda thing. Like this but inside and covered.
https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/marvelcinematicuniverse/images/5/5e/Ring_Colleen_Wing.PNG/revision/latest?cb=20170208232810 )
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((OOC: I see! Thanks! Well, the primary reason I haven't played this character before is that he's kind of a crazed serial killer himself, lol. That's why they don't let him out, he rips people to bits and makes *arts* out of them. So they're gonna have fun.))
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Though he shows no fear of this.
His arms flail about as his mask and head are crumpled to mush in the large mechanical talons of Buzzsaw.
Though functionally immortal, not even he can last long without his head. After a startlingly long few moments of standing and wobbling Jason's body falls in a heap on the floor.
The MC marvels at the short but gruesome spectacle they had just witnessed.
"Dear Viewers, we, we have a NEW CHAMPION!"
Elation is heard from the remaining crowd as they lavish accolades on Buzzsaw.
((OOC. Don't know what you expected to happen here. Maybe with his machete Jason might have been able to last longer but since ya took that out right and quick there was no hope for him to last. Congratulations, you've got the bad guy. See you next Friday 13th.))
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