Side Story Champions of the Arena II: The Hunt

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Yashamaru flew along with the car, ensuring that their trip would be safe. Most people in this district appeared to ignore them. Well, why not? They were rich. The elite didn't need to worry about anyone except themselves. Whoever said money can't buy happiness was a damned liar.

As they travelled, he made sure to learn how this band on his neck worked. Staying true to his word, he was going to split the money between himself and those in the car. Taking Dengar's life wasn't about greed, it had been about justice. And it would be unjust to leave his allies with a disadvantage.

Once they arrived, he landed, his wings returning to their original cape form. Immediately the sights and sounds of this casino proved a sensory overload for Yashamaru, unused to such vibrant noise back in the gambling dens at home. It took him a moment to even register that someone was talking to him. "Um..." Tearing his eyes from the casino, he looked to the droid, shaking his head a bit to bring himself back to his mission. "I would like to speak with the owner of this place," he said. "I have a business proposition that would benefit all of us."

@Sark @Atomic Knight @dark @Minerva @Casino

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The battle was nearly won. But it wasn't over yet. Marianne now used a different spell, realizing Trudgen was trying to take someone with him. From her same spot, she cast Psychic on Markus, a healing spell that could work long range, which would hopefully give him enough strength to get the job done. That, or buy Daniel time to do the deed...though she prayed the child would have no desire to do anything of that sort. But she wouldn't take the money for herself, no. They deserved it. Besides, she knew she wouldn't leave this place. But she could try to help them do so for now.

@Sark @Atomic Knight @Crunch
 
Pinned, shot, stabbed and pummelled, Boba's hopes of survival went up in smoke, much like his jet-pack. Victor's shots had ruptured its fuel tanks. For a moment or two, he flew blindly. But his final flight didn't last long. He soared forth like an emerald bullet... straight into the rear wall of the station.

With a crack, the remains of his suit finally shattered. His body had been torn to ribbons by Rhaast. No man could endure a beating such as that.

Fett gurgled one final time.

"Damn you all...."

The late night train trampled his remains. By the time is cruised by, only his helmet remained.

BOBA FETT HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
FATE: SHOT BY SALTZPYRE AND SHREDDED BY KAYN!

Kayn's collar began to beep. Once again.

//BOUNTY ADDED//
//CURRENT BALANCE: 4,011,000 CREDITS//

Boba's body began to beep. Like a ghost in the machine, Boba's collar continued to glow, filling his helmet with light.

2 million credits now sat on the tracks of the District A station. Easy money to whoever reached it first....

After Uzume had unleashed her attack against Boba Fett, she used the opportunity to check on the 'hostages' who had appeared to of fled deeper into the Subway system. She decided to use the opportunity presented by Boba's demise to follow them.

Y-Yeah, no problem!” He said as he continued to hurry through the subway, and he wasn’t planning on stopping until they got to some place that they considered safe. He held his crossbow in one hand now, and in his other he held tightly onto Rena’s, making sure not to lose her. This was probably the most physical contact he had in a while. He’d take the time to appreciate it if he wasn’t in danger of being murdered.

This isn’t really a good idea,” came the voice in his head. It was Sai, but she was only making herself visible and audible to Sai. “You’re being too nice for your own good. She’s going to betray you if you don’t take care of her.”

Insane,” he muttered, directed to what Sai was suggesting to him. How could he kill another human being? After everything he tried to do to find another living person. He couldn’t just kill one!

It took a good minute or two before Seto was comfortable with stopped. He sighed and checked his pockets, seeing if he had anything he could really use. Bunch of miscellaneous weapons. Maybe he could find more around here? An iron pipe wouldn’t be too absurd...

Do you have a weapon?” He asked Rena, turning around to face her directly. He had one he could spare if she was unarmed. “Just in case I can’t help you, you’re going to need one.

"Hey! Wait up!"

Shouted Uzume as she, after a few moments of running, caught up to Rena and Seto, panting for breath as she stopped for a few moments before looking towards her.

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"You two okay? Oh man how cool was I just then?! Just cracking my knuckles and just *ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA*ing all over that armored guy! But seriously, you two alright?"

@Sark @Jackythejack @Gummi Bunnies @Subway Station​
 
Allison Argent

" I didn't plan on stop anytime soon. I don't think they know about us yet, but word is going to get here eventually and then those desperate eyes will turn to murder." It was amazing how unphased Allison seemed by all the heartbreak, almost as if she had seen and known some of her own. " We get to the bridge, we cross over and leave this place behind. There is nothing we can do here. The least we can do is leave as quickly as we can."

@Sark @Jeremi @Takumi @amwexia @York

Chase Davenport

Chase didn't like the sound of the chuckle. Perhaps he had underestimated his foe.

To be fair to himself, he had woken up and the very first thing that had happened was that someone who had a skelton for a face had pressed a knife to the neck which he had to combat and then he had to fight him off carefully without hurting anyone around him. So he hadn't gotten any chances to scan anyone, not the girl, not Vamp, not the silent guy who had walked away, not Higgs and certainly not the girl.

He would tell him that he was wrong. He wasn't afraid of him, he was afraid of something else.

But it wasn't possible.

A million different thoughts raced through Chase's head, but he didn't let any of them pass too quickly.

He felt his body loosen up and he would place his staff away for now. God, it was weird to freeze, especially when he rarely rested.

" I gathered as much when the announcement came as well. I do have to wonder something though that puzzles me greatly," he replied before stopping to elaborate more, Vamp would press his thumb to his collar.

He didn't understand what was going on, at all.

He didn't know what to respond to the fact he was given a total of 9,000 new credits.

He took a moment to watch him leave and listen to his final part word as he was left alone without any allies.

" Does he want each of us to gather 40 million credits for him or does he just want 40 million credits and he will llet us all go because the later changes the name of the game as we all started with 11,000 and there were 50 of us, we would have 550,000 and the kill count would have stayed the same, but the game would be different," he replied to the silence. He knew most of them were going to the bar and he was too young to drink... and he didn't need to. Sleeping was unnecessary as was prayer. He didn't need a gun. Though a faster way to travel... Chase would head to the car dealership.

@Sark @District B Streets> Distrct B car Dealership
 
NARANCIA GHIRGA

Narancia’s eyes turned to the poor child. A feeling swelled within him. Guilt, compassion. Narancia saw himself in that boy’s eyes.

“L-Let’s get out of here,” Narancia says, “Nothing good ever comes out in hanging around slums,”

Averting his eyes to not look at the boy’s face while not showing love towards someone who needs it the most. He doesn’t want to look at the boy while walking away.

@Sark @Lucky @York @Jeremi @Takumi @RoutetotheBridge

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HIGGS MONAGHAN

“Well, I saw the sign” Higgs said, “and I thought that I’d do a random act of kindness out of the bottom of my heart,”

@Sark @ChurchoftheGoddess
 

"Alright then, good," Narancia says, "Everyone here's onboard,"

He sneered towards the window where Juri jumped out.

"I promised my name, and ya got it. Name's Narancia Ghirga"



Narancia looked towards Eight Hearts, surprised, somewhat, but trying to hold it in.

He can see Aerosmith? he thought

Chise was gawking at Aerosmith as well. Could it be, are they Stand Users as well?

He holds out his arms and Aerosmith ran across it like a runway, only for the Stand to disappear at his wrist.

"Thing is, I can only detect people through the... uh... whatsit called? Uh... Exhaley thin- CARBON DIOXIDE!" Narancia says, "I can only detect carbon dioxide. I can't tag friend or foe either."

As Allison and Eight Hearts began to move out, Narancia started running after them until he was right next to them. He slipped his knife into his pocket, not really trusting everyone here to keep their hands off of each other but at least trusting them to know a temporary alliance is in store.

@York @Jeremi @Sark @Takumi @Lucky

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"Chise Hatori." She greeted as she followed after the rest towards the bridge first, fiddling with the ring she kept on her finger for a moment.

As they walked, she cringed once she got a whiff of the air with her sensitive nose. Her green gaze grew saddened at the sight before her.

This was awful-how could this world treat it's people like this? She hated it. She couldn't stand it.

She could taste the despair and the rot, feel the hopelessness in the air-sense it as it weighed down on her in an all too familiar way-it suddenly didn't feel like years ago that she stood on the roof of her high school, ready to let go when no one wanted her, when she had no real home to go back to with someone waiting who simply cared that she was even there, who wouldn't simply abandon her.

Her gaze landed on the young girl. She wasn't sure she had anything that would help her, sadly.

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Sad. Want to go home. I want to go home. Can't breath here. I don't want to be here. I can't. Sad. Sadsadsad--

She couldn't tell if it was the dragon's voice in her head or her own at the moment, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by her heightened senses being assaulted by the smell and cries of the poor and hopeless. But Chise collected herself, and kept walking. Jaw clenched as she avoided looking at those around them, trying to keep her gaze straight ahead as she squeezed her cursed arm to ground herself.

Then she stopped, hand going to her neck where under her hoodies collar and the collar she was forced to wear was the bolo necktie Elias gave her years ago, her thumb brushing against the blue gem as she remembered something else Elias gave her some time back, another ring as a backup in case she ever lost the first. Biting the inside of her cheek, she untied it and handed it to the little girl, along with taking the second ring out of one of her pockets and placing it with the tie, closing the child's hands over the items as she covered their hands with her's.

"Here, take it. It might be worth something if you sell it. This is all I have, it's all I can give." She spoke with a small, brief smile, before turning to continue walking with the rest, her smile fading into a frown as she squeezed her cursed arm again.

She felt angry, deep down. Angry that people had to suffer like this. Angry that the one in charge made then suffer like this. Angry that she couldn't do anything about it. Keeping her anger off her face, she walked beside Ventress, quiet for a moment.

"It bothers you too." It wasn't a question, but a simple statement. An observation from eyes that suddenly didn't feel completely human.

@Sark @Jeremi @York @amwexia @Lucky @District C/The Slums


Ouka glanced to Neir as he moved behind the counter to assist in speeding the process along, before his eye went back to the cashier. Studying him as the three were now under the barrier he put up. Though with Neir here, Ouka saw no need to threaten the Prudence native any further and lowered his crystalized blade to point it at the floor as he held it to his side. If he found any need to, he'd put his weapon to use quickly.

@Sark @Gummi Bunnies @District B/The Mall
 
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District C- Slums
Route to the Bridge
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The smell was somehow worse outside the crumbling tower than it was inside. The streets were wet with fresh sewage and blood. The city's rejected and ignore did their best to keep it clean. The poured buckets of cloudy water onto the cobblestones and scrubbed them to the best of their abilities with creaky old brushed. There were no holographic screens here. No cleaning droids. No technology worth writing home about.

The locals eyed the Champions with tired, hungry eyes. Desperate eyes. Jealous eyes. Even as they trekked through filth of the city's underworld and coating themselves in what they prayed was simply mud, the pariahs of Prudence could still tell that they weren't from around these parts. They lacked the hopeless eyes that defined the citizens of District C.

A dozen hands were raised towards them. Men. Women. Children. All sick and thin, begging for a spare credit or two.

News of the Hunt had travelled slowly though the slums. They had missed out on the roar of city's screens. They had missed out on the hype and the excitement. Their names meant nothing down here. When it came to the hunt, the pariahs were living under rocks.

"Alms for the poor, please!" A thin hand pull on the edge of Ventress' cloak. She delicately pulled it from the child's grasp. "Please!"

The assassin averted her gaze. Even a woman as heartless as she couldn't endure the young girl's helpless gaze. God, she thought she was stronger than this...

"We need to keep moving. We need to get out of here. Get the money and go."

She pulled her hood over here eyes.

"We can't stop. Not for anything. Not here."

@Takumi @Jeremi @amwexia @York @District C/The Slums​

District B- Sewers
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The city's sewers system was a maze in itself. The distant groaning of filters and engines was enough to throw of anyone's concentration. There were barely any straight paths. Everything tunnel seemed to twist back onto itself. Travelling long distances via the sewers would prove to be a challenge-- it wasn't impossible, but it required an excellent sense of direction.

After what seemed like a lifetime of searching, the soldier arrived at the larger clearing. It was a smugglers haven- a large opening in the sewers used to hide contraband. A large open cover sat at the centre of the ceiling. It was a way out. A way to the Motel. But reaching it? That was a different story.

The clearing's ceiling was curved. Scaling the walls was out of the question. The only way to reach to skylight would be to climb the series of pulleys and levers the smugglers had once used to transport their goods. Reaching the pulleys, however, would be a challenge in itself.

A hunter was rummaging through the contraband. Ears sensitive ears and paranoid demeanour alerted him to the solider's presence in an instant.

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"Chuba!" Greedo gargled, shooting first. A plasma blast shattered the stones beside the solider. "Now kong bantha poodoo! Me Wompity du, Murishani… sleemo!!"

@dark @District B/Sewers​

District B- Church of the Goddess
"Ah, yes..." The Vicar sighed and lead Higgs into his kitchen. "For a world named 'Prudence', this world is lacking just that. The people around here... they like the live in the moment. They live for the rush of the casino. For the thrill of the race track. For the life that an expensive purchase. They don't think about tomorrow. To them, it's all about 'today'. All about 'them'. Just way Sorc likes it..." The Vicar approached his stew pot and began to stir. "It makes a change to find a selfless heart amongst all this chaos. Though... I must ask: What inspired you to share your credits with us? Are you a Goddessian too? You're a traveller, I can tell that much. We don't get many souls like yours around here."

@amwexia @Church of the Goddess



District A- Skyscraper
"They're common in certain places... places like Japan, in my time and place." Gen wrapped his thin fingers around the car's wheel and slowly turned it towards the edge of the roof. "They're different there. Smaller. Ground based. Good for kicking."

The car slowly slipped over the edge of the roof. It didn't fall. It was off to a good start.

"I was never a fan of them. Can't say I'm in love with them now... but their controls are... intuitive."

Once the ship was in the air, its auto-pilot did most of the work. It only required the slight twist of its real to guide it through the city's maze of towers.

"If we're sharing names... You might call me 'Gen'."

The Devil of Hong Kong cut his introduction short. It was best that he left his 'title' unsaid.
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The car's autopilot dropped them off just outside the Lucky Hand Casino. A wave of neon washed over them. The wall of light was hard to penetrate with placing a hand over your face. Musical roared. Patrons laughed and stumbled out onto the streets of Prudence stinking of booze.

"Good after noon, sirs and madame." A chauffeur droid beeped. "Might I take your coats? You've chosen an excellent night to pay us a visit. We've got some excellent acts performing for you and you alone! Shag Kava are performing in the Games' Hall as we speak. It's set to be a wonderful night."

"Quite."


"The buy in for tonight's games will be 7,000 credits. Would you like me to lead you to a table?"

@Atomic Knight @dark @Minerva @Yun Lee @District B- Casino



District B- Mall Food Court
Trudgen howled in pain. He gritted his teeth. His snarled like a rabid dog.

He fell to his knees. Blood poured from his thighs. Through a crack in his helmet, Kruber saw a human eye- an eye burned black by Nosferatu- staring back at him. A single emotion had consumed it- hate.

He felt the Shadow creeping in around. Death was coming. He could taste it.

He dropped his spear. He threw his arms in front of him to meet Markus' blade. He gripped it's steel with all the strength left within him. It tore through his gloves. It cut deep into his flesh. But the pain only strengthened his convictions.

"I am I Knight of Ren!" He spat. "I was chosen by the Shadow!"

A crimson stream danced across the end of Krube's blade. Blood, from Ren's hands.

"I was Chosen! You hear me? Chosen!!"

A blue light began to glow behind his eyes.

"The Shadow chose me! It made me! You don't get to take me!"

The light spread to his hands. It crackled. It burned.

"You don't get to kill me! You don't have the right! You don't have the--"

[BBBZZZZZZZZSSHHH]

A stream of force lightning surged forth. It was a bolt of hate. Of anger. Of misery. Of hopelessness. The burned its way through both men. Kruber's sword began a lighting rod, channelling the thunder from one man to another.

"You---Dont---have---the---right!"

@Yun Lee @Takumi @Gummi Bunnies @Crunch @Atomic Knight @District B Mall​

District B- The Streets
A chuckle rattled up from the depths of Vamp's empty lungs.

"There are no surprises here, child. You muscles. I can read them. Your mind. I can read it took. Control it... Yes... you can't kill me... You never could..." Vamp's eyes pierced Chase'. He words echoed around his head. Pounding. Over. And over. And over. No mattered how hard he tried, Davenport couldn't move. He was frozen to the spot, his mind was caught within a hypnotic snare.

"Yes..." Vamp exhaled. "Yes I know... You're afraid. I can smell it. Taste it."

He licked his lips.

"I could kill you right now. It would be so... easy. Someday, I perhaps I shall. But not now. No. Not now."

Vamp placed his knife back into his belt. Chase felt his body loosen up again. He move freely. Breathe freely.

"Sorc Tormo has promised to kill us all if we do not give him his money. When he tries, I won't fight him. I'll embrace him." He hissed. "I'll embrace death. I won't need credits where I'm going. No."

Vamp pressed his thumb against his collar.

//CREDIT TRANSFER//
//NEW BALANCE: 2,000 CREDITS//

//CHASE DAVENPORT//
//CREDITS RECEIVED//
//NEW BALANCE: 20,000 CREDITS//

"Enjoy your credits. Don't spend them all at one place. Oh, and one more thing:"


He flicked up the collar of his coated. His wrapped it around his chest a little tighter. He turned to leave.

"The nano-machines in my veins? If a child could override them, my death-wish would have been granted years ago. You overestimated yourself today. Make that mistake again, and you will die."

@Lucky

District B- Bar
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It was at this point that Frost realised that he had made a terrible mistake.

So far, he had said nothing to intentional offend Bad Girl.

Hell, he had said next to nothing at all.

And she had responded with a series of death threats. Threats he knew she would fulfil some day soon.

He was in too deep. He couldn't pull out now. He had to grin and bear it. He'd have to wipe the sweat from his brow and bite his tongue. With any luck, with the rate she was drinking, she'd pass out before the night was done. Then, and only then, could he safely retreat.

"The pleasure's all mine..." Frost sighed. It wasn't like he could pull 20 million credits out of thin air anyway. Might as well accept his fate. "Yes... The pleasure's all mine..."

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The Dive bar at the end of the street was cold and loud. The locals barely paid them any attention. They were lost in their drunken debates and bizarre stories. Frost made a beeline for the counter, pulled up a tool and slouched down into it.

"As many drinks as 10,000 credits can buy, thank you..." The Frost Demon sighed, tapping on his collar. "Take a 500 credit tip..."

//CREDITS TRANSFERRED//
//CURRENT BALANCE: 500 CREDITS//

The bartender placed a tray of silver glasses down before them. Frost passed one to Bad Girl before slumping back down into his seat.

"Bottoms up..."

A moment later, Vamp entered the bar. He transferred the bartender a thousand credits.

"To the end of the world," He toasted, raising his drink to the heavens. His expression remained blank."To Fortune."

@Jeremi



District A- Underground
Pinned, shot, stabbed and pummelled, Boba's hopes of survival went up in smoke, much like his jet-pack. Victor's shots had ruptured its fuel tanks. For a moment or two, he flew blindly. But his final flight didn't last long. He soared forth like an emerald bullet... straight into the rear wall of the station.

With a crack, the remains of his suit finally shattered. His body had been torn to ribbons by Rhaast. No man could endure a beating such as that.

Fett gurgled one final time.

"Damn you all...."

The late night train trampled his remains. By the time is cruised by, only his helmet remained.

BOBA FETT HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
FATE: SHOT BY SALTZPYRE AND SHREDDED BY KAYN!

Kayn's collar began to beep. Once again.

//BOUNTY ADDED//
//CURRENT BALANCE: 4,011,000 CREDITS//

Boba's body began to beep. Like a ghost in the machine, Boba's collar continued to glow, filling his helmet with light.

2 million credits now sat on the tracks of the District A station. Easy money to whoever reached it first....

@Ottonomous Ghost @Crunch @Gummi Bunnies @Jackythejack @District A Underground​


Maya's trained eyes moved from the the plasma gun's breaking of the rocks in front of her. She'd been spotted by some form of alien of some sort. By the look of it, they weren't Helghast or Vektan, so she planned to jet out of there as fast as possible.

She observed the terrain while she ran

Before the rocks broke, she'd have to find a higher place soon so she could snipe.

Either that or slit the alien's throat.

Or escape to live another day.

She would use the items below as a hiding spot until she could ready her STA-61 Sniper Rifle.

She snuck a silencer on her magazine and crouched down as she marked (aimed the crosshairs at) Greedo for death, and took the silenced sniper shot at Greedo. She silently moved again between the boxes, moving with her Sniper Rifle with her.

@Sark


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Shadow 1-8/ Lucas Kellan,

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((Lucas on Right, Maya on Left)
Lucas was hesitant to take the car, but he did with the group. Better to be in a group with the others than "fly solo" like he usually did in missions.

As the car stepped on at the Casino, he moved inside, his OWL droid still on his back.

He looked at the others "Thanks for the ride."

He couldn't help but wonder about Echo if she ended up in this mess too.
@Sark @Atomic Knight @dark @Minerva @Casino

 
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District C- Slums
Route to the Bridge
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The smell was somehow worse outside the crumbling tower than it was inside. The streets were wet with fresh sewage and blood. The city's rejected and ignore did their best to keep it clean. The poured buckets of cloudy water onto the cobblestones and scrubbed them to the best of their abilities with creaky old brushed. There were no holographic screens here. No cleaning droids. No technology worth writing home about.

The locals eyed the Champions with tired, hungry eyes. Desperate eyes. Jealous eyes. Even as they trekked through filth of the city's underworld and coating themselves in what they prayed was simply mud, the pariahs of Prudence could still tell that they weren't from around these parts. They lacked the hopeless eyes that defined the citizens of District C.

A dozen hands were raised towards them. Men. Women. Children. All sick and thin, begging for a spare credit or two.

News of the Hunt had travelled slowly though the slums. They had missed out on the roar of city's screens. They had missed out on the hype and the excitement. Their names meant nothing down here. When it came to the hunt, the pariahs were living under rocks.

"Alms for the poor, please!" A thin hand pull on the edge of Ventress' cloak. She delicately pulled it from the child's grasp. "Please!"

The assassin averted her gaze. Even a woman as heartless as she couldn't endure the young girl's helpless gaze. God, she thought she was stronger than this...

"We need to keep moving. We need to get out of here. Get the money and go."

She pulled her hood over here eyes.

"We can't stop. Not for anything. Not here."

@Takumi @Jeremi @amwexia @York @District C/The Slums​

District B- Sewers
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The city's sewers system was a maze in itself. The distant groaning of filters and engines was enough to throw of anyone's concentration. There were barely any straight paths. Everything tunnel seemed to twist back onto itself. Travelling long distances via the sewers would prove to be a challenge-- it wasn't impossible, but it required an excellent sense of direction.

After what seemed like a lifetime of searching, the soldier arrived at the larger clearing. It was a smugglers haven- a large opening in the sewers used to hide contraband. A large open cover sat at the centre of the ceiling. It was a way out. A way to the Motel. But reaching it? That was a different story.

The clearing's ceiling was curved. Scaling the walls was out of the question. The only way to reach to skylight would be to climb the series of pulleys and levers the smugglers had once used to transport their goods. Reaching the pulleys, however, would be a challenge in itself.

A hunter was rummaging through the contraband. Ears sensitive ears and paranoid demeanour alerted him to the solider's presence in an instant.

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"Chuba!" Greedo gargled, shooting first. A plasma blast shattered the stones beside the solider. "Now kong bantha poodoo! Me Wompity du, Murishani… sleemo!!"

@dark @District B/Sewers​

District B- Church of the Goddess
"Ah, yes..." The Vicar sighed and lead Higgs into his kitchen. "For a world named 'Prudence', this world is lacking just that. The people around here... they like the live in the moment. They live for the rush of the casino. For the thrill of the race track. For the life that an expensive purchase. They don't think about tomorrow. To them, it's all about 'today'. All about 'them'. Just way Sorc likes it..." The Vicar approached his stew pot and began to stir. "It makes a change to find a selfless heart amongst all this chaos. Though... I must ask: What inspired you to share your credits with us? Are you a Goddessian too? You're a traveller, I can tell that much. We don't get many souls like yours around here."

@amwexia @Church of the Goddess



District A- Skyscraper
"They're common in certain places... places like Japan, in my time and place." Gen wrapped his thin fingers around the car's wheel and slowly turned it towards the edge of the roof. "They're different there. Smaller. Ground based. Good for kicking."

The car slowly slipped over the edge of the roof. It didn't fall. It was off to a good start.

"I was never a fan of them. Can't say I'm in love with them now... but their controls are... intuitive."

Once the ship was in the air, its auto-pilot did most of the work. It only required the slight twist of its real to guide it through the city's maze of towers.

"If we're sharing names... You might call me 'Gen'."

The Devil of Hong Kong cut his introduction short. It was best that he left his 'title' unsaid.
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The car's autopilot dropped them off just outside the Lucky Hand Casino. A wave of neon washed over them. The wall of light was hard to penetrate with placing a hand over your face. Musical roared. Patrons laughed and stumbled out onto the streets of Prudence stinking of booze.

"Good after noon, sirs and madame." A chauffeur droid beeped. "Might I take your coats? You've chosen an excellent night to pay us a visit. We've got some excellent acts performing for you and you alone! Shag Kava are performing in the Games' Hall as we speak. It's set to be a wonderful night."

"Quite."


"The buy in for tonight's games will be 7,000 credits. Would you like me to lead you to a table?"

@Atomic Knight @dark @Minerva @Yun Lee @District B- Casino



District B- Mall Food Court
Trudgen howled in pain. He gritted his teeth. His snarled like a rabid dog.

He fell to his knees. Blood poured from his thighs. Through a crack in his helmet, Kruber saw a human eye- an eye burned black by Nosferatu- staring back at him. A single emotion had consumed it- hate.

He felt the Shadow creeping in around. Death was coming. He could taste it.

He dropped his spear. He threw his arms in front of him to meet Markus' blade. He gripped it's steel with all the strength left within him. It tore through his gloves. It cut deep into his flesh. But the pain only strengthened his convictions.

"I am I Knight of Ren!" He spat. "I was chosen by the Shadow!"

A crimson stream danced across the end of Krube's blade. Blood, from Ren's hands.

"I was Chosen! You hear me? Chosen!!"

A blue light began to glow behind his eyes.

"The Shadow chose me! It made me! You don't get to take me!"

The light spread to his hands. It crackled. It burned.

"You don't get to kill me! You don't have the right! You don't have the--"

[BBBZZZZZZZZSSHHH]

A stream of force lightning surged forth. It was a bolt of hate. Of anger. Of misery. Of hopelessness. The burned its way through both men. Kruber's sword began a lighting rod, channelling the thunder from one man to another.

"You---Dont---have---the---right!"

@Yun Lee @Takumi @Gummi Bunnies @Crunch @Atomic Knight @District B Mall​

District B- The Streets
A chuckle rattled up from the depths of Vamp's empty lungs.

"There are no surprises here, child. You muscles. I can read them. Your mind. I can read it took. Control it... Yes... you can't kill me... You never could..." Vamp's eyes pierced Chase'. He words echoed around his head. Pounding. Over. And over. And over. No mattered how hard he tried, Davenport couldn't move. He was frozen to the spot, his mind was caught within a hypnotic snare.

"Yes..." Vamp exhaled. "Yes I know... You're afraid. I can smell it. Taste it."

He licked his lips.

"I could kill you right now. It would be so... easy. Someday, I perhaps I shall. But not now. No. Not now."

Vamp placed his knife back into his belt. Chase felt his body loosen up again. He move freely. Breathe freely.

"Sorc Tormo has promised to kill us all if we do not give him his money. When he tries, I won't fight him. I'll embrace him." He hissed. "I'll embrace death. I won't need credits where I'm going. No."

Vamp pressed his thumb against his collar.

//CREDIT TRANSFER//
//NEW BALANCE: 2,000 CREDITS//

//CHASE DAVENPORT//
//CREDITS RECEIVED//
//NEW BALANCE: 20,000 CREDITS//

"Enjoy your credits. Don't spend them all at one place. Oh, and one more thing:"


He flicked up the collar of his coated. His wrapped it around his chest a little tighter. He turned to leave.

"The nano-machines in my veins? If a child could override them, my death-wish would have been granted years ago. You overestimated yourself today. Make that mistake again, and you will die."

@Lucky

District B- Bar
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It was at this point that Frost realised that he had made a terrible mistake.

So far, he had said nothing to intentional offend Bad Girl.

Hell, he had said next to nothing at all.

And she had responded with a series of death threats. Threats he knew she would fulfil some day soon.

He was in too deep. He couldn't pull out now. He had to grin and bear it. He'd have to wipe the sweat from his brow and bite his tongue. With any luck, with the rate she was drinking, she'd pass out before the night was done. Then, and only then, could he safely retreat.

"The pleasure's all mine..." Frost sighed. It wasn't like he could pull 20 million credits out of thin air anyway. Might as well accept his fate. "Yes... The pleasure's all mine..."

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The Dive bar at the end of the street was cold and loud. The locals barely paid them any attention. They were lost in their drunken debates and bizarre stories. Frost made a beeline for the counter, pulled up a tool and slouched down into it.

"As many drinks as 10,000 credits can buy, thank you..." The Frost Demon sighed, tapping on his collar. "Take a 500 credit tip..."

//CREDITS TRANSFERRED//
//CURRENT BALANCE: 500 CREDITS//

The bartender placed a tray of silver glasses down before them. Frost passed one to Bad Girl before slumping back down into his seat.

"Bottoms up..."

A moment later, Vamp entered the bar. He transferred the bartender a thousand credits.

"To the end of the world," He toasted, raising his drink to the heavens. His expression remained blank."To Fortune."

@Jeremi



District A- Underground
Pinned, shot, stabbed and pummelled, Boba's hopes of survival went up in smoke, much like his jet-pack. Victor's shots had ruptured its fuel tanks. For a moment or two, he flew blindly. But his final flight didn't last long. He soared forth like an emerald bullet... straight into the rear wall of the station.

With a crack, the remains of his suit finally shattered. His body had been torn to ribbons by Rhaast. No man could endure a beating such as that.

Fett gurgled one final time.

"Damn you all...."

The late night train trampled his remains. By the time is cruised by, only his helmet remained.

BOBA FETT HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
FATE: SHOT BY SALTZPYRE AND SHREDDED BY KAYN!

Kayn's collar began to beep. Once again.

//BOUNTY ADDED//
//CURRENT BALANCE: 4,011,000 CREDITS//

Boba's body began to beep. Like a ghost in the machine, Boba's collar continued to glow, filling his helmet with light.

2 million credits now sat on the tracks of the District A station. Easy money to whoever reached it first....

@Ottonomous Ghost @Crunch @Gummi Bunnies @Jackythejack @District A Underground​

Eight Hearts bony visage also landed on the child for a moment. Such squalor, and here he thought Hell was a bad place. "You're right, we have a mission and we are going to accomplish it. Steady on, now." Perhaps there was a reason he had been pulled into this? Garcia had to forgive him, but another mission was in his path now. To bring some light into this place. "It shouldn't be too far."

@Takumi @Jeremi @amwexia @York @District C/The Slums




Oh blessed alcohol. "Bottoms up, bitches!" She downed the drink Frost had offered her and took another for good measure. "Damn...that hit the fucking spot! Don't think I'm putting out just because you're liquoring me up though! Besides I'd rupture you like a fucking balloon."

The arrival of Vamp didn't elect much of a response. His words, however... "Yeah, yeah whatever. The only thing I'm toasting for is kicking the guy in charge in the dick so hard his fucking cock explodes. Motherfucker, I was having a good time before all of this BULLSHIT! He's going to fucking pay. Yeah, with his life. Wonder how many credits he'll give me to not kill him? Cause I'm going to fucking find that out one way or another."

@Sark
 
Pinned, shot, stabbed and pummelled, Boba's hopes of survival went up in smoke, much like his jet-pack. Victor's shots had ruptured its fuel tanks. For a moment or two, he flew blindly. But his final flight didn't last long. He soared forth like an emerald bullet... straight into the rear wall of the station.

With a crack, the remains of his suit finally shattered. His body had been torn to ribbons by Rhaast. No man could endure a beating such as that.

Fett gurgled one final time.

"Damn you all...."

The late night train trampled his remains. By the time is cruised by, only his helmet remained.

BOBA FETT HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
FATE: SHOT BY SALTZPYRE AND SHREDDED BY KAYN!

Kayn's collar began to beep. Once again.

//BOUNTY ADDED//
//CURRENT BALANCE: 4,011,000 CREDITS//

Boba's body began to beep. Like a ghost in the machine, Boba's collar continued to glow, filling his helmet with light.

2 million credits now sat on the tracks of the District A station. Easy money to whoever reached it first....

@Ottonomous Ghost @Crunch @Gummi Bunnies @Jackythejack @District A Underground
"You let me in. So foolish..." Kayn exclaimed just before wrenching himself free, turning around to admire his work. He stepped closer to Fett's dying body, but didn't drop down onto the rails. "No mercy! Right, Noxian?" the acolyte said with a crazed look. It felt good to kill people like him, even more so than others. He stepped back from the ditch as the train got closer. When the bounty hunter finally met his end, Kayn stared his remains emptily. "Disgusting... I love it," Rhaast remarked as if licking his lips. "As much as I don't like you, Kayn, I do like your tricks. With your power, I could bathe this whole realm in blood..."

"I don't think you're the one who should be talking here," the ninja snapped back, "With each kill, the shadows grow deeper." As he spoke, dark blue energies surrounded the two of them, especially the scythe. It began to increase in intensity, like a tornado. Faster, and faster--

...

But Rhaast remained unfazed. "Sure. Keep telling yourself that," the Darkin scoffed. Kayn silently swore to himself as he sighed, the shadows disappearing. He wasn't strong enough yet.

He turned his attention to the beeping helmet, contemplating whether he should take the money for himself, or share it. He glanced over at the one-eyed Witch Hunter and smiled. "As a token of trust, disciple of Sigmar, you may have that collar. You earned it," he declared condescendingly, leaning on Rhaast, "I'm Kayn. And you?"
"Hmph. This is growing tiresome already. Time to make things more interesting."

Seeing the red dot lining up on her forehead, she quickly moved out of the way and located a small spot behind an alleyway. She hen glowed a vibrant dark purple behind her hiding spot as she pulled a lot of Negative Energy for what she was about to do. In the skies above, anyone could bare witness to a spark of light travelling very fast:

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When it landed, a extremely tall and big winged woman emerged with her entrance, destroying several buildings around her impact.

"Let us begin the banquet of despair!"

After she landed, Kurome suddenly felt very tired. Strangely, when she used her powers, it drained her more than usual.

"Things should finally get more interesting around here. Hmm, pulling her from the Zero Dimension all the way here seems to of caused exhaustion. No matter. This will have to do for now. Dark Purple, hear me. Destroy everything in your wake and ensure my survival."

Then suddenly, the subway shook. Kayn was shocked for a second. "What... was that?" he questioned, looking in the direction of the noise. "Oooh. I smell death. Lots of it. How exciting..."
 
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District A- Underground
Pinned, shot, stabbed and pummelled, Boba's hopes of survival went up in smoke, much like his jet-pack. Victor's shots had ruptured its fuel tanks. For a moment or two, he flew blindly. But his final flight didn't last long. He soared forth like an emerald bullet... straight into the rear wall of the station.

With a crack, the remains of his suit finally shattered. His body had been torn to ribbons by Rhaast. No man could endure a beating such as that.

Fett gurgled one final time.

"Damn you all...."

The late night train trampled his remains. By the time is cruised by, only his helmet remained.

BOBA FETT HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
FATE: SHOT BY SALTZPYRE AND SHREDDED BY KAYN!

Kayn's collar began to beep. Once again.

//BOUNTY ADDED//
//CURRENT BALANCE: 4,011,000 CREDITS//

Boba's body began to beep. Like a ghost in the machine, Boba's collar continued to glow, filling his helmet with light.

2 million credits now sat on the tracks of the District A station. Easy money to whoever reached it first....

@Ottonomous Ghost @Crunch @Gummi Bunnies @Jackythejack @District A Underground
Kayn and Rhaast
@Sark @Raynar Saassin @Ottonomous Ghost @Crunch @Gummi Bunnies @Jackythejack @District A Subway

"You let me in. So foolish..." Kayn exclaimed just before wrenching himself free, turning around to admire his work. He stepped closer to Fett's dying body, but didn't drop down onto the rails. "No mercy! Right, Noxian?" the acolyte said with a crazed look. It felt good to kill people like him, even more so than others. He stepped back from the ditch as the train got closer. When the bounty hunter finally met his end, Kayn stared his remains emptily. "Disgusting... I love it," Rhaast remarked as if licking his lips. "As much as I don't like you, Kayn, I do like your tricks. With your power, I could bathe this whole realm in blood..."

"I don't think you're the one who should be talking here," the ninja snapped back, "With each kill, the shadows grow deeper." As he spoke, dark blue energies surrounded the two of them, especially the scythe. It began to increase in intensity, like a tornado. Faster, and faster--

...

But Rhaast remained unfazed. "Sure. Keep telling yourself that," the Darkin scoffed. Kayn silently swore to himself as he sighed, the shadows disappearing. He wasn't strong enough yet.

He turned his attention to the beeping helmet, contemplating whether he should take the money for himself, or share it. He glanced over at the one-eyed Witch Hunter and smiled. "As a token of trust, disciple of Sigmar, you may have that collar. You earned it," he declared condescendingly, leaning on Rhaast, "I'm Kayn. And you?"



Then suddenly, the subway shook. Surprisingly, Kayn was shocked for a split second. "What... was that?" he questioned, looking in the direction of the noise. "Oooh. I smell death. Lots of it. How exciting..."

Victor allowed Fett's last words to silently carry themselves across the air, before the bounty met his end at the hands of that mechanical monstrosity that seemed to have been referred to as a 'train'. Emerging around the corner, he regarded Kayn with the same animosity as earlier, responding to his 'kindness' with a dismissive look as he approached the edge of the track and found Fett's bloody helm laying at the center - along with his neck brace.

Saltzpyre carefully looked both ways, making sure that another so-called 'train' wasn't going to come by, before slipping down into the pit and snatching the bounty hunter's collar with a deft hand. As he leaped back up to the platform with the collar in tow, he mimicked the motion he saw Fett do earlier, lifting the device up to his own and allowing them to... communicate somehow? Saltzpyre didn't understand it.

He'd call it witchcraft if it wasn't obviously some sort of advanced technology. Gorrekson was more the engineering type, and even for a dwarf, he wouldn't make two heads of all these grotesque contraptions. If Victor stopped to consider each and every source of heresy and witchcraft in this horrible place, he'd likely suffer a heart attack. For his own sake, it was better to focus on escaping the tournament alive than pursuing the impure.

Because even the most braindead village fool would be able to discern this; he wasn't in the Old World anymore. Far from it.

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Victor turned his eye to Kayn, his face intensifying the moment he uttered Sigmar's name. The Witch Hunter contemptuously lifted the barrel towards the assassin's head. "I do not recall giving you the right to utter His name, daemon-wielder. If anything, you should pay your tribute to Ranald that I haven't abjured your skull with lead yet. You've proven yourself useful, but do not mistake my shifting priorities for tolerance."

The hunter made a disgusted face, shaking his head at the sheer ignominy of the daemon-wielder trying to make friends with him. "As if I'd give a ratman's arse what your name is. Ugh! How presumptuous!"

"In fact, now that the bounty hunter has met his end and the children he intended to slaughter have ran off, you and I have little to discuss,"
Saltzpyre's finger lifted to the pistol's barrels, spinning them with a rough flick. "The daemon scythe happens to be my next priority - and my next target. Steel thyself, or suffer JUDGMENT, SCUM!"

Before either of the two men could engage the other, the very ground beneath their feet shook.

"Hmph. This is growing tiresome already. Time to make things more interesting."

Seeing the red dot lining up on her forehead, she quickly moved out of the way and located a small spot behind an alleyway. She hen glowed a vibrant dark purple behind her hiding spot as she pulled a lot of Negative Energy for what she was about to do. In the skies above, anyone could bare witness to a spark of light travelling very fast:

220


When it landed, a extremely tall and big winged woman emerged with her entrance, destroying several buildings around her impact.

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"Let us begin the banquet of despair!"

After she landed, Kurome suddenly felt very tired. Strangely, when she used her powers, it drained her more than usual.

"Things should finally get more interesting around here. Hmm, pulling her from the Zero Dimension all the way here seems to of caused exhaustion. No matter. This will have to do for now. Dark Purple, hear me. Destroy everything in your wake and ensure my survival."

@Sark @District A/Skyscrapers @Streets @AnyoneOnTheSurface

The watchtower-esque hat atop his head nearly fell off. Saltzpyre reached a hand towards a nearby railing, keeping his spindly body standing as his feet jumped at the pounding, thundering quakes passing through the earth. Once they subsided, he was no longer aiming at Kayn - he was in a prime position to be attacked had he not tipped the brim of his tall hat upward and frantically looked around the area.

"What in Sigmar's name...!?"

A telltale burning in the old man's chest told him that this was going to be a predicament. Scowling at nothing in particular (or perhaps Kayn), the Witch Hunter forced himself to a walking position and began to march his way to the surface (or towards the source of the explosions, if he was already near/on the surface). He disregarded Kayn again but made a conscious decision to not holster either of his weapons.

@Ottonomous Ghost @Sark @Gummi Bunnies @Jackythejack @District A Underground

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@District A Streets/Surface​
 
It was very clear that even though the person trying to kill them was taken care of, this place didn't feel very safe after the fact. They had to make a move out of here or somewhere that wasn't so full of people that were taken to this terrible game. Rena saw that moving out of here was a big priority, so she did her best to keep up with Seto despite her shot ankle.

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❝ A weapon? ❞ Rena tilted her head when asked that. It wasn't like she had any desire to kill someone. At most, she wanted to protect herself should she get separated from those that can protect her. That's when she remembered about what she was holding with her. One of the few things she was able to find herself having since she got here.

❝ O-Oh, I can use this! It's the nata I keep at my secret hideout! Um... I think this should work... ❞ The schoolgirl says as she raises the hatchet-like blade up to show that she had it with her. She acted as if it were commonplace for her to have this at ready, especially at a supposed "secret hideout." But that wasn't important right now.

She jumped a little in surprise upon hearing another voice, but easing up once she saw that it was Uzume catching up with them. If it weren't for her stunt, they probably would be in an even worse condition than now.

❝ I... I think so. I mean, my ankle hurts after what that mean man did, but I'll be fine... I can still walk. T-thank you... for earlier, by the way. ❞ Rena nods to Uzume, trying to reassure the both of them that she was fine. It wasn't like she'll become a burden to them.

@Sark @Jackythejack @Raynar Saassin
@Subway Station
 
“Okay, that’ll work,” Seto muttered as he tried to think of what to do next. He remembered how Rena got shot in the ankle, and realized that was going to be nasty for her in the future. He had a medkit he could use on her, and it probably wouldn’t use too many supplies, but still....

then Uzume appeared, which made Seto quite the nervous Nellie as he took a step back and examined the woman. He frowned, narrowing his eyes to see if she would become hostile. Well, best trust her for now...

“Thank you for what you did. I think we’re okay.” He nodded and looked between the two. This was quite the situation he got himself into. “The only problem is what do we do now? We’re in some place...some place we don’t know, and you’re wounded.”

He turned to Rena with a concerned look on his face. “We need to patch up your ankle at some point, but...it’s too dangerous to stay here. We need to go somewhere else.”

@Subway @Raynar Saassin @Gummi Bunnies
 
Sean - District B/The Casino

Sean felt numb. He was silent as the flying car brought them down to somewhere new, too lost inside his mind to take in the amazing sights of the city before him. He had to face reality, even if reality didn't make much sense right now. One moment, he was running for his life alongside Daniel, the next he was somewhere else entirely, running for his life in a whole new way. Freaking the hell out wouldn't do him any good right now.

"I'm Sean Diaz," he said to the others in a quiet voice.

Once the group was deposited at the casino, Sean allowed himself to feel a bit of awe at the casino itself. He felt an intense urge to whip out his sketchbook, but unfortunately there was just no time for that right now.

"Holy shit," he muttered when an actual fucking robot spoke to them. How freaking cool was that?! It took him a long moment to even register that Yashamaru had said anything. "Er, what do you mean?" he asked.

@Yun Lee @Minerva @Sark @dark



Daniel - District B/The Mall


Daniel opened his eyes to find that he had been saved by the cool-looking sword guy, but now he was completely stuck. Daniel stared for a moment, his mouth agape, before realizing he had to do something with the glass floating in the air. He started floating it down to the ground slowly, but as he did so, he heard some of the weird stuff Trudgen was saying. He was yelling and being really scary. Daniel wasn't sure what to make of it, especially as the lightning began to come out of the man and shock Markus.

"Wait, w-what...?" Did everyone else here have powers too?

"Stop," he said, definitely too quiet for anyone to hear considering the noise. "Stop!" he repeated, yelling now.

Daniel exhaled and let out a wordless yell as he brought his arm down to exert a heavy pressure of telekinetic force down on Trudgen.

"Let go of him!"

@Yun Lee @Takumi @Gummi Bunnies @Crunch @Sark
 
Kayn and Rhaast
@Sark @Raynar Saassin @Ottonomous Ghost @Gummi Bunnies @Jackythejack @District A Subway
Victor allowed Fett's last words to silently carry themselves across the air, before the bounty met his end at the hands of that mechanical monstrosity that seemed to have been referred to as a 'train'. Emerging around the corner, he regarded Kayn with the same animosity as earlier, responding to his 'kindness' with a dismissive look as he approached the edge of the track and found Fett's bloody helm laying at the center - along with his neck brace.

Saltzpyre carefully looked both ways, making sure that another so-called 'train' wasn't going to come by, before slipping down into the pit and snatching the bounty hunter's collar with a deft hand. As he leaped back up to the platform with the collar in tow, he mimicked the motion he saw Fett do earlier, lifting the device up to his own and allowing them to... communicate somehow? Saltzpyre didn't understand it.

He'd call it witchcraft if it wasn't obviously some sort of advanced technology. Gorrekson was more the engineering type, and even for a dwarf, he wouldn't make two heads of all these grotesque contraptions. If Victor stopped to consider each and every source of heresy and witchcraft in this horrible place, he'd likely suffer a heart attack. For his own sake, it was better to focus on escaping the tournament alive than pursuing the impure.

Because even the most braindead village fool would be able to discern this; he wasn't in the Old World anymore. Far from it.

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Victor turned his eye to Kayn, his face intensifying the moment he uttered Sigmar's name. The Witch Hunter contemptuously lifted the barrel towards the assassin's head. "I do not recall giving you the right to utter His name, daemon-wielder. If anything, you should pay your tribute to Ranald that I haven't abjured your skull with lead yet. You've proven yourself useful, but do not mistake my shifting priorities for tolerance."

The hunter made a disgusted face, shaking his head at the sheer ignominy of the daemon-wielder trying to make friends with him. "As if I'd give a ratman's arse what your name is. Ugh! How presumptuous!"

"In fact, now that the bounty hunter has met his end and the children he intended to slaughter have ran off, you and I have little to discuss,"
Saltzpyre's finger lifted to the pistol's barrels, spinning them with a rough flick. "The daemon scythe happens to be my next priority - and my next target. Steel thyself, or suffer JUDGMENT, SCUM!"

Before either of the two men could engage the other, the very ground beneath their feet shook.

The watchtower-esque hat atop his head nearly fell off. Saltzpyre reached a hand towards a nearby railing, keeping his spindly body standing as his feet jumped at the pounding, thundering quakes passing through the earth. Once they subsided, he was no longer aiming at Kayn - he was in a prime position to be attacked had he not tipped the brim of his tall hat upward and frantically looked around the area.

"What in Sigmar's name...!?"

A telltale burning in the old man's chest told him that this was going to be a predicament. Scowling at nothing in particular (or perhaps Kayn), the Witch Hunter forced himself to a walking position and began to march his way to the surface (or towards the source of the explosions, if he was already near/on the surface). He disregarded Kayn again but made a conscious decision to not holster either of his weapons.

@Ottonomous Ghost @Sark @Gummi Bunnies @Jackythejack @District A Underground

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@District A Streets/Surface
Kayn's smirk was practically wiped off his face as Saltzpyre succumbed to senility, insulting him in many different ways. It really put into question which of the two was truly the crazy one.

Kayn was getting tired of playing nice. He had hoped to agree to disagree for the sake of saving the innocents trapped in this game. But if Victor would not be flexible with his beliefs, then why should he? Killing the Witch Hunter would almost certainly guarantee his full transformation into the Shadow Assasin. "You don't seem to have fully registered what I said earlier. I wanted to spare you, but you leave me no choice," he said sadly. The air was thick with tension, and he had stopped leaning on his scythe, instead holding it low behind him.

...

Luckily, the destruction of the city prevented the young ones from witnessing even more bloodshed. For now, at least. Kayn wiped sweat from his brow as Saltzpyre went to investigate. "..." He opened his mouth to say something but decided against it, instead walking toward the trio. "You could have easily killed him there. Why the restraint?" Rhaast questioned. Kayn wasn't so sure himself. Was he more afraid of the cataclysmic power that seethed above ground? "Not every battle is a fight," he replied.

"Nice work back there, by the way," Kayn said to Uzume, abruptly stepping into view. He stood Rhaast on the ground and leaned against him once more. "To quote Master Zed, 'The unseen blade is the deadliest.'"

Meanwhile, Rhaast eyed Seto and Rena hungrily.​
 
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"Nobody has more money than those who operate a gambling den," Yashamaru replied. "200 million is something they make in less than a day. What we do is provide service for them throughout this week, and get paid. It may not be...completely honest work considering how high Sorc's price is, but it's a much better alternative to slaughtering each other or stealing from innocent people."

He peered inside to the masses within. "Of course, if that falls through, we can buy a spot at a table and go from there. Someone always needs something done for them, and usually will pay well for it. Collecting unpaid gambling debts, bodyguards for people or money...and besides." He pointed to his collar. "Our status and worth as employees should be clear just looking at us."

@Sark @Atomic Knight @dark @Minerva
 

"Alright then, good," Narancia says, "Everyone here's onboard,"

He sneered towards the window where Juri jumped out.

"I promised my name, and ya got it. Name's Narancia Ghirga"



Narancia looked towards Eight Hearts, surprised, somewhat, but trying to hold it in.

He can see Aerosmith? he thought

Chise was gawking at Aerosmith as well. Could it be, are they Stand Users as well?

He holds out his arms and Aerosmith ran across it like a runway, only for the Stand to disappear at his wrist.

"Thing is, I can only detect people through the... uh... whatsit called? Uh... Exhaley thin- CARBON DIOXIDE!" Narancia says, "I can only detect carbon dioxide. I can't tag friend or foe either."

As Allison and Eight Hearts began to move out, Narancia started running after them until he was right next to them. He slipped his knife into his pocket, not really trusting everyone here to keep their hands off of each other but at least trusting them to know a temporary alliance is in store.

@York @Jeremi @Sark @Takumi @Lucky
District C- Slums
Route to the Bridge
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The smell was somehow worse outside the crumbling tower than it was inside. The streets were wet with fresh sewage and blood. The city's rejected and ignore did their best to keep it clean. The poured buckets of cloudy water onto the cobblestones and scrubbed them to the best of their abilities with creaky old brushed. There were no holographic screens here. No cleaning droids. No technology worth writing home about.

The locals eyed the Champions with tired, hungry eyes. Desperate eyes. Jealous eyes. Even as they trekked through filth of the city's underworld and coating themselves in what they prayed was simply mud, the pariahs of Prudence could still tell that they weren't from around these parts. They lacked the hopeless eyes that defined the citizens of District C.

A dozen hands were raised towards them. Men. Women. Children. All sick and thin, begging for a spare credit or two.

News of the Hunt had travelled slowly though the slums. They had missed out on the roar of city's screens. They had missed out on the hype and the excitement. Their names meant nothing down here. When it came to the hunt, the pariahs were living under rocks.

"Alms for the poor, please!" A thin hand pull on the edge of Ventress' cloak. She delicately pulled it from the child's grasp. "Please!"

The assassin averted her gaze. Even a woman as heartless as she couldn't endure the young girl's helpless gaze. God, she thought she was stronger than this...

"We need to keep moving. We need to get out of here. Get the money and go."

She pulled her hood over here eyes.

"We can't stop. Not for anything. Not here."

@Takumi @Jeremi @amwexia @York @District C/The Slums​
Eight Hearts bony visage also landed on the child for a moment. Such squalor, and here he thought Hell was a bad place. "You're right, we have a mission and we are going to accomplish it. Steady on, now." Perhaps there was a reason he had been pulled into this? Garcia had to forgive him, but another mission was in his path now. To bring some light into this place. "It shouldn't be too far."

@Takumi @Jeremi @amwexia @York @District C/The Slums
@Sark
Allison Argent

" I didn't plan on stop anytime soon. I don't think they know about us yet, but word is going to get here eventually and then those desperate eyes will turn to murder." It was amazing how unphased Allison seemed by all the heartbreak, almost as if she had seen and known some of her own. " We get to the bridge, we cross over and leave this place behind. There is nothing we can do here. The least we can do is leave as quickly as we can."

@Sark @Jeremi @Takumi @amwexia @York
NARANCIA GHIRGA

Narancia’s eyes turned to the poor child. A feeling swelled within him. Guilt, compassion. Narancia saw himself in that boy’s eyes.

“L-Let’s get out of here,” Narancia says, “Nothing good ever comes out in hanging around slums,”

Averting his eyes to not look at the boy’s face while not showing love towards someone who needs it the most. He doesn’t want to look at the boy while walking away.

@Sark @Lucky @York @Jeremi @Takumi @RoutetotheBridge
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"Chise Hatori." She greeted as she followed after the rest towards the bridge first, fiddling with the ring she kept on her finger for a moment.

As they walked, she cringed once she got a whiff of the air with her sensitive nose. Her green gaze grew saddened at the sight before her.

This was awful-how could this world treat it's people like this? She hated it. She couldn't stand it.

She could taste the despair and the rot, feel the hopelessness in the air-sense it as it weighed down on her in an all too familiar way-it suddenly didn't feel like years ago that she stood on the roof of her high school, ready to let go when no one wanted her, when she had no real home to go back to with someone waiting who simply cared that she was even there, who wouldn't simply abandon her.

Her gaze landed on the young girl. She wasn't sure she had anything that would help her, sadly.

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Sad. Want to go home. I want to go home. Can't breath here. I don't want to be here. I can't. Sad. Sadsadsad--

She couldn't tell if it was the dragon's voice in her head or her own at the moment, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by her heightened senses being assaulted by the smell and cries of the poor and hopeless. But Chise collected herself, and kept walking. Jaw clenched as she avoided looking at those around them, trying to keep her gaze straight ahead as she squeezed her cursed arm to ground herself.

Then she stopped, hand going to her neck where under her hoodies collar and the collar she was forced to wear was the bolo necktie Elias gave her years ago, her thumb brushing against the blue gem as she remembered something else Elias gave her some time back, another ring as a backup in case she ever lost the first. Biting the inside of her cheek, she untied it and handed it to the little girl, along with taking the second ring out of one of her pockets and placing it with the tie, closing the child's hands over the items as she covered their hands with her's.

"Here, take it. It might be worth something if you sell it. This is all I have, it's all I can give." She spoke with a small, brief smile, before turning to continue walking with the rest, her smile fading into a frown as she squeezed her cursed arm again.

She felt angry, deep down. Angry that people had to suffer like this. Angry that the one in charge made then suffer like this. Angry that she couldn't do anything about it. Keeping her anger off her face, she walked beside Ventress, quiet for a moment.

"It bothers you too." It wasn't a question, but a simple statement. An observation from eyes that suddenly didn't feel completely human.

@Sark @Jeremi @York @amwexia @Lucky @District C/The Slums
Aliceviel von Einzbern
@Sark @Jeremi @amwexia @Lucky
@District C (The Slums)

She tilted her head to one side, studying the mysterious plane-like entity Narancia had summoned before it disappeared, offering a polite curtsy as she introduced herself.

"It's nice to meet you, everyone. My true name is no longer of importance. You may simply call me, 'Alice'." She said quietly.

There was a slight tilt of the head from her when Narancia explained his ability to track people. While she had similar capabilities, having an ally that could locate others based off of the carbion dioxide they exhale would help her conserve her mana.

"I can provide a... Bird's eye view of our area. But, knowing where to look would help me greatly."

The friendly smile remained on her face, but it soon faded as she began to walk alongside the others, headed to the bridge. Once again, she was deep in thought, at least until they found a young girl. Ventress told them to get the money and go, and it seemed the majority wasn't going to stop for the girl, but deep down... Alice knew she couldn't leave this kind of thing be.

As Chise offered the child some of her possessions, Alice seemed a little disheartened, realizing how little she carried with her.

But then, she realized something, remembering the man that had taken her in when she was wandering aimlessly. Though she had no way of giving this poor girl any of her credits, she figured she had a few other ideas. Putting a hand to her collar, she approached the young girl, a more tender smile crossing her face this time.

"I do not have money to give you, but if you wish, I could treat you to something. Is there... Anything you would like?" She asked.

In that moment, Alice seemed older than she had been acting just a few moments ago. More confident, perhaps even motherly. Beneath her hood, one might catch a glimpse of a pair of red, but gentle eyes.​
 
It was very clear that even though the person trying to kill them was taken care of, this place didn't feel very safe after the fact. They had to make a move out of here or somewhere that wasn't so full of people that were taken to this terrible game. Rena saw that moving out of here was a big priority, so she did her best to keep up with Seto despite her shot ankle.

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❝ A weapon? ❞ Rena tilted her head when asked that. It wasn't like she had any desire to kill someone. At most, she wanted to protect herself should she get separated from those that can protect her. That's when she remembered about what she was holding with her. One of the few things she was able to find herself having since she got here.

❝ O-Oh, I can use this! It's the nata I keep at my secret hideout! Um... I think this should work... ❞ The schoolgirl says as she raises the hatchet-like blade up to show that she had it with her. She acted as if it were commonplace for her to have this at ready, especially at a supposed "secret hideout." But that wasn't important right now.

She jumped a little in surprise upon hearing another voice, but easing up once she saw that it was Uzume catching up with them. If it weren't for her stunt, they probably would be in an even worse condition than now.

❝ I... I think so. I mean, my ankle hurts after what that mean man did, but I'll be fine... I can still walk. T-thank you... for earlier, by the way. ❞ Rena nods to Uzume, trying to reassure the both of them that she was fine. It wasn't like she'll become a burden to them.

“Okay, that’ll work,” Seto muttered as he tried to think of what to do next. He remembered how Rena got shot in the ankle, and realized that was going to be nasty for her in the future. He had a medkit he could use on her, and it probably wouldn’t use too many supplies, but still....

then Uzume appeared, which made Seto quite the nervous Nellie as he took a step back and examined the woman. He frowned, narrowing his eyes to see if she would become hostile. Well, best trust her for now...

“Thank you for what you did. I think we’re okay.” He nodded and looked between the two. This was quite the situation he got himself into. “The only problem is what do we do now? We’re in some place...some place we don’t know, and you’re wounded.”

He turned to Rena with a concerned look on his face. “We need to patch up your ankle at some point, but...it’s too dangerous to stay here. We need to go somewhere else.”

"Don't mention it. That was actually all part of my ploy once he took ya'll hostage like that. A CPU's duty is to protect, so yeah."

Uzume exclaimed to the two of them with a determined look on her face as she looked around and then heard Seto ask what they were going to do.

"Well... I was planning on setting up a base somewhere, wanna join me?"

@Jackythejack @Gummi Bunnies @Subway​
 
After she landed, Kurome suddenly felt very tired. Strangely, when she used her powers, it drained her more than usual.

"Things should finally get more interesting around here. Hmm, pulling her from the Zero Dimension all the way here seems to of caused exhaustion. No matter. This will have to do for now. Dark Purple, hear me. Destroy everything in your wake and ensure my survival."

@Sark @District A/Skyscrapers @Streets @AnyoneOnTheSurface​
Yashamaru flew along with the car, ensuring that their trip would be safe. Most people in this district appeared to ignore them. Well, why not? They were rich. The elite didn't need to worry about anyone except themselves. Whoever said money can't buy happiness was a damned liar.

As they travelled, he made sure to learn how this band on his neck worked. Staying true to his word, he was going to split the money between himself and those in the car. Taking Dengar's life wasn't about greed, it had been about justice. And it would be unjust to leave his allies with a disadvantage.

Once they arrived, he landed, his wings returning to their original cape form. Immediately the sights and sounds of this casino proved a sensory overload for Yashamaru, unused to such vibrant noise back in the gambling dens at home. It took him a moment to even register that someone was talking to him. "Um..." Tearing his eyes from the casino, he looked to the droid, shaking his head a bit to bring himself back to his mission. "I would like to speak with the owner of this place," he said. "I have a business proposition that would benefit all of us."

@Sark @Atomic Knight @dark @Minerva @Casino​
District A- Streeets/Casino
"Of course. Right this way, sir," The Droid nodded. The chauffeur lead the way through the sea of light and noise.
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The heart of the casino was somehow louder and busier than its lobby. Everywhere you turned, your eyes met a strange, alien face. The city's elite smoked and drank and laughed. They threw thousands upon thousands of credits onto their tables and grinned, win or loose. As they ventured deeper into games hall, the Champions would notice the room's architecture change. The neon lights began to dim. The cards tables grew more scares. The patrons dresses grew more and more elaborate.

Eventually, they came across a large holographic screen. It had brought in the largest crowd the hunted had seen all night. The patrons' eyes were fixed at the scenes of destruction that were projected upon it. They cheered as Kurome toppled another building.

"I'll bet 20,000 credits that she'll game!" One gambler cried.

"Not a chance. She's put a target on her back. The cops will be coming for her."

"Nonsense! I've spoken by bookie. He's telling me she's a sure bet. You think to cops can stop that? No! Not a chance!"

[The screen zoomed in on the toppled tower. A figure sat admits the sea of bodies. He meditated. He had barely flinched as the tower collapsed around him.]

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"Who the hell could survive that!?"

"12,000 credits says Kurome kills him too."

"No... No I wan't to see what happens here..."

The creature slowly lumbered to his feet. The Games Room began to gossip and gush.

["And there I was thinking I wouldn't find a challenge here..." He growled. The Demon dusted a few shards of concrete from his get. He closed his fists. He bared his teeth. He hammered his right foot into the concrete and entered into his fighting stance. As he pounded the rubble, a cloud of grey smoke erupted from the rocks. The cracks danced across the windows of the nearby skyscrapers.]

"Who's that guy there? What are his odds?"

"I don't know. I don't know who..."


["To challenge the Master of the First. You must be arrogant beyond measure. Or perhaps, you're just a fool..."]

The Games Room erripted with cheers and howls!

"15,000 credits for Akuma to kill Kurome!"

"50,000 says he sweeps the competition!"

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["I am Akuma... and I will teach you the meaning of pain!"]

[In a flash, Akuma soared through the air, his first outstretched. Purple flames dripped from his knuckles as his struck Kurome square in her jaw. The force of the blow was enough to send her stumbling back down the street. He back struck the concrete with a crack. Police cars- both flying and ground based variants- had already started to swarm the pair. Akuma waved them away. He scraped his heels across the concrete and approached his opponent.]

["Only the worthy die at my hand. Prove yourself to me. Return to your normal size. Like this? You're little more than a punching bag. An easy target."]

Gen froze, his eyes fixed on the holographic screen.

"So that is why fate brought me here..." He writhed tip tip of his moustache between his fingers and muttered to himself. "So this is why..."

"I'll catch up with you shortly."
Gen called out to Yashamaru and Diaz. "There's something I need to see..."

@Yun Lee @Atomic Knight @Raynar Saassin @District A- Casino @District A- Streets

The Chauffeur Droid directed the remaining Hunted behind a crimson curtain at the end of the Games Hall. Behind it, the Champions found a small chamber. At its heart, a large holographic projector.

"I have alerted the Exalted One to your presence. He has been anticipating your arrival. He should be---"

The Holographic projector roared to life.

"Ho Ho Ho..." The flickering blue image croaked. "De wanna wanga, Hunted...."
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"Coona tee-tocky malia?" Jabba gurgled. "Murishani... Wan Grandio...."
"The Mighty Jabba welcomes you to his fine establishment, and prays you had a safe journey." His protocol droid translated. "He wonders what took you so long. To leave his highness waiting is a slight against his honour..."
"Che. Kuba, yocola! Boska! On Meete."
"The Might Jabba requests that you take advantage his hospitality. Your drinks will be added to his tab. The Exhaled One always wishes for his guests to be comfortable leading to his negotiations."
"Bargon, che copa, wan? Bolkubok-u-chala. Boska!"
"His Majesty knows why you are here. He wishes to hear you pitch."
"Moulee Rah. 40,000 credits. Me coona che Wee du?"
"He knows how deep in debt you are. He can provide you with the funds you need. He wishes to know how far you are willing to sink to earn it?"

@Yun Lee @Atomic Knight @dark
 
“A...A base?” He asked with a tilt of his head, staring intently at Uzume. Well, that wasn’t exactly a bad idea. In fact, it could really help them out, given that they had no idea what they were doing and this girl seemed to at least have some idea at what was going on.

“I guess that would be a good idea. I’m just starting to get the impression that nowhere is safe. Even random people want to kill us...” he crossed his arms over his chest and sighed, staring down at his feet. “I’m willing to join you, I’m just...scared.”

@Raynar Saassin @Gummi Bunnies @Subway
 
Eight Hearts bony visage also landed on the child for a moment. Such squalor, and here he thought Hell was a bad place. "You're right, we have a mission and we are going to accomplish it. Steady on, now." Perhaps there was a reason he had been pulled into this? Garcia had to forgive him, but another mission was in his path now. To bring some light into this place. "It shouldn't be too far."

@Takumi @Jeremi @amwexia @York @District C/The Slums




Oh blessed alcohol. "Bottoms up, bitches!" She downed the drink Frost had offered her and took another for good measure. "Damn...that hit the fucking spot! Don't think I'm putting out just because you're liquoring me up though! Besides I'd rupture you like a fucking balloon."

The arrival of Vamp didn't elect much of a response. His words, however... "Yeah, yeah whatever. The only thing I'm toasting for is kicking the guy in charge in the dick so hard his fucking cock explodes. Motherfucker, I was having a good time before all of this BULLSHIT! He's going to fucking pay. Yeah, with his life. Wonder how many credits he'll give me to not kill him? Cause I'm going to fucking find that out one way or another."

@Sark
District B- Bar
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"Huh? Extorting Sorc?" Frost hummed to himself. His spine straightened out a little. He placed his hand over the rim of another drink and slid it towards Bad Girl. "Usually I wouldn't dream of trying something so underhanded but... It's safe to say he's forced our hands..."

Frost stroked his chin, trying to piece together Bag Girl's plan. He did his best to fill in the blanks. He still didn't understand half the words she was saying. What the hell was a Motherfucker? Putting out? Exploding Cocks? He sighed to himself and turned to the bartender.

"You. Where does Sorc Tormo live?"

"Who?"

"Tall alien. Pale. Long face. Strange Helmet. Ring any bells?"

"Oh. Yes. He spends his days at the Comependium Hotel. A penthouse sweet, so I've heard."

"Perhaps it's time we took a trip into District A..."

@Jeremi
Kayn and Rhaast
@Sark @Raynar Saassin @Ottonomous Ghost @Gummi Bunnies @Jackythejack @District A Subway

Kayn's smirk was practically wiped off his face as Saltzpyre succumbed to senility, insulting him in many different ways. It really put into question which of the two was truly the crazy one.

Kayn was getting tired of playing nice. He had hoped to agree to disagree for the sake of saving the innocents trapped in this game. But if Victor would not be flexible with his beliefs, then why should he? Killing the Witch Hunter would almost certainly guarantee his full transformation into the Shadow Assasin. "You don't seem to have fully registered what I said earlier. I wanted to spare you, but you leave me no choice," he said sadly. The air was thick with tension, and he had stopped leaning on his scythe, instead holding it low behind him.

...

Luckily, the destruction of the city prevented the young ones from witnessing even more bloodshed. For now, at least. Kayn wiped sweat from his brow as Saltzpyre went to investigate. "..." He opened his mouth to say something but decided against it, instead walking toward the trio. "You could have easily killed him there. Why the restraint?" Rhaast questioned. Kayn wasn't so sure himself. Was he more afraid of the cataclysmic power that seethed above ground? "Not every battle is a fight," he replied.

"Nice work back there, by the way," Kayn said to Uzume, abruptly stepping into view. He stood Rhaast on the ground and leaned against him once more. "To quote Master Zed, 'The unseen blade is the deadliest.'"

Meanwhile, Rhaast eyed Seto and Rena hungrily.​
“Okay, that’ll work,” Seto muttered as he tried to think of what to do next. He remembered how Rena got shot in the ankle, and realized that was going to be nasty for her in the future. He had a medkit he could use on her, and it probably wouldn’t use too many supplies, but still....

then Uzume appeared, which made Seto quite the nervous Nellie as he took a step back and examined the woman. He frowned, narrowing his eyes to see if she would become hostile. Well, best trust her for now...

“Thank you for what you did. I think we’re okay.” He nodded and looked between the two. This was quite the situation he got himself into. “The only problem is what do we do now? We’re in some place...some place we don’t know, and you’re wounded.”

He turned to Rena with a concerned look on his face. “We need to patch up your ankle at some point, but...it’s too dangerous to stay here. We need to go somewhere else.”

@Subway @Raynar Saassin @Gummi Bunnies
It was very clear that even though the person trying to kill them was taken care of, this place didn't feel very safe after the fact. They had to make a move out of here or somewhere that wasn't so full of people that were taken to this terrible game. Rena saw that moving out of here was a big priority, so she did her best to keep up with Seto despite her shot ankle.

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❝ A weapon? ❞ Rena tilted her head when asked that. It wasn't like she had any desire to kill someone. At most, she wanted to protect herself should she get separated from those that can protect her. That's when she remembered about what she was holding with her. One of the few things she was able to find herself having since she got here.

❝ O-Oh, I can use this! It's the nata I keep at my secret hideout! Um... I think this should work... ❞ The schoolgirl says as she raises the hatchet-like blade up to show that she had it with her. She acted as if it were commonplace for her to have this at ready, especially at a supposed "secret hideout." But that wasn't important right now.

She jumped a little in surprise upon hearing another voice, but easing up once she saw that it was Uzume catching up with them. If it weren't for her stunt, they probably would be in an even worse condition than now.

❝ I... I think so. I mean, my ankle hurts after what that mean man did, but I'll be fine... I can still walk. T-thank you... for earlier, by the way. ❞ Rena nods to Uzume, trying to reassure the both of them that she was fine. It wasn't like she'll become a burden to them.

@Sark @Jackythejack @Raynar Saassin
@Subway Station


Victor allowed Fett's last words to silently carry themselves across the air, before the bounty met his end at the hands of that mechanical monstrosity that seemed to have been referred to as a 'train'. Emerging around the corner, he regarded Kayn with the same animosity as earlier, responding to his 'kindness' with a dismissive look as he approached the edge of the track and found Fett's bloody helm laying at the center - along with his neck brace.

Saltzpyre carefully looked both ways, making sure that another so-called 'train' wasn't going to come by, before slipping down into the pit and snatching the bounty hunter's collar with a deft hand. As he leaped back up to the platform with the collar in tow, he mimicked the motion he saw Fett do earlier, lifting the device up to his own and allowing them to... communicate somehow? Saltzpyre didn't understand it.

He'd call it witchcraft if it wasn't obviously some sort of advanced technology. Gorrekson was more the engineering type, and even for a dwarf, he wouldn't make two heads of all these grotesque contraptions. If Victor stopped to consider each and every source of heresy and witchcraft in this horrible place, he'd likely suffer a heart attack. For his own sake, it was better to focus on escaping the tournament alive than pursuing the impure.

Because even the most braindead village fool would be able to discern this; he wasn't in the Old World anymore. Far from it.

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Victor turned his eye to Kayn, his face intensifying the moment he uttered Sigmar's name. The Witch Hunter contemptuously lifted the barrel towards the assassin's head. "I do not recall giving you the right to utter His name, daemon-wielder. If anything, you should pay your tribute to Ranald that I haven't abjured your skull with lead yet. You've proven yourself useful, but do not mistake my shifting priorities for tolerance."

The hunter made a disgusted face, shaking his head at the sheer ignominy of the daemon-wielder trying to make friends with him. "As if I'd give a ratman's arse what your name is. Ugh! How presumptuous!"

"In fact, now that the bounty hunter has met his end and the children he intended to slaughter have ran off, you and I have little to discuss,"
Saltzpyre's finger lifted to the pistol's barrels, spinning them with a rough flick. "The daemon scythe happens to be my next priority - and my next target. Steel thyself, or suffer JUDGMENT, SCUM!"

Before either of the two men could engage the other, the very ground beneath their feet shook.



The watchtower-esque hat atop his head nearly fell off. Saltzpyre reached a hand towards a nearby railing, keeping his spindly body standing as his feet jumped at the pounding, thundering quakes passing through the earth. Once they subsided, he was no longer aiming at Kayn - he was in a prime position to be attacked had he not tipped the brim of his tall hat upward and frantically looked around the area.

"What in Sigmar's name...!?"

A telltale burning in the old man's chest told him that this was going to be a predicament. Scowling at nothing in particular (or perhaps Kayn), the Witch Hunter forced himself to a walking position and began to march his way to the surface (or towards the source of the explosions, if he was already near/on the surface). He disregarded Kayn again but made a conscious decision to not holster either of his weapons.

@Ottonomous Ghost @Sark @Gummi Bunnies @Jackythejack @District A Underground

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@District A Streets/Surface​
District A- Above the Subway Station
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Those who chose to venture to the surface found themselves in the middle of a light storm. In the distance, the could hear the sounds of distant combat. A few flying police vehicles soared overhead. Perhaps they had been sent to investigate the recent murders at the station? Perhaps they were heading north to search for survivors in the wrecks of the fallen skyscrapers? It was hard to say. Following some of the more armoured cars would no doubt lead you towards the battle in the Upper District.

Across the street, a beautiful neon cinema glowed, its doors open, as usual. They were showing the usual movies: Murderworld: the Truth, Champions of the Arena-- the Movie, Arcade: his Life and Times, and the like. The first arena had left a mark on Prudence's culture, to say the least.

Around the corner, the hunted could make out the sparkling outline of the Compendium Hotel. Two guards stood outside its revolving doors, welcome their visitors with a smile and a nod. Renting a room in the Compendium would be pricey, there was no getting around it. Renting a room would set you back 20,000 credits... then again, picking a lock would cost you nothing. A few guests had ventured out into the streets and prepared ventured into a nearby alleyway. It was a well-known shortcut that would lead you to the racetracks. The path was dark and secluded-- the perfect place to convince a visitor into handing over their room key.

At the very edge of the street, a crimson, inhuman creature stumbled. He cradled his arm, nursing a dirty black wound. Every few steps he stopped to lean upon anything he could find. A lamp-post. A parked ground-car. Anything that would take the weight of his slender frame. Whenever he took a moment to breathe, he flickered out of sight. He remained invisible as long as he remained still. His attention was fixed upon his efforts to stay upright- he hadn't noticed the gathering of the hunted at the other end of the street...

Victor's collar began to beep.

//CREDITS TRANSFERED//
CURRENT BALANCE: 2,022,190 CREDITS

@Ottonomous Ghost @Crunch @Gummi Bunnies @Jackythejack @District A Underground​
 
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["I am Akuma... and I will teach you the meaning of pain!"]

[In a flash, Akuma soared through the air, his first outstretched. Purple flames dripped from his knuckles as his struck Kurome square in her jaw. The force of the blow was enough to send her stumbling back down the street. He back struck the concrete with a crack. Police cars- both flying and ground based variants- had already started to swarm the pair. Akuma waved them away. He scraped his heels across the concrete and approached his opponent.]

["Only the worthy die at my hand. Prove yourself to me. Return to your normal size. Like this? You're little more than a punching bag. An easy target."]

"Things are finally going according to pla---"

Kurome was cut off when all of a sudden she found herself punched in the jaw by some sort of creature with incredible strength. Caught off guard by the strike, Kurome stumbled backwards before regaining her ground.

"Hmph. I'll send you into a whirlpool of delusion for that."

She readied her Megaphone weapon and prepared for combat against Akuma. She was very exhausted for having pulled such a strong force through a dimension into another, so she wasn't at full strength.

@Sark @District A-Streets @AnyoneWatching


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Those who chose to venture to the surface found themselves in the middle of a light storm. In the distance, the could hear the sounds of distant combat. A few flying police vehicles soared overhead. Perhaps they had been sent to investigate the recent murders at the station? Perhaps they were heading north to search for survivors in the wrecks of the fallen skyscrapers? It was hard to say.

Across the street, a beautiful neon cinema glowed, its doors open, as usual. They were showing the usual movies: Murderworld: the Truth, Champions of the Arena-- the Movie, Arcade: his Life and Times, and the like. The first arena had left a mark on Prudence's culture, to say the least.

Around the corner, the hunted could make out the sparkling outline of the Compendium Hotel. Two guards stood outside its revolving doors, welcome their visitors with a smile and a nod. Renting a room in the Compendium would be pricey, there was no getting around it. Renting a room would set you back 20,000 credits... then again, picking a lock would cost you nothing. A few guests had ventured out into the streets and prepared ventured into a nearby alleyway. It was a well-known shortcut that would lead you to the racetracks. The path was dark and secluded-- the perfect place to convince a visitor into handing over their room key.

At the very edge of the street, a crimson, inhuman creature stumbled. He cradled his arm, nursing a dirty black wound. Every few steps he stopped to lean upon anything he could find. A lamp-post. A parked ground-car. Anything that would take the weight of his slender frame. Whenever he took a moment to breathe, he flickered out of sight. He remained invisible as long as he remained still. His attention was fixed upon his efforts to stay upright- he hadn't noticed the gathering of the hunted at the other end of the street...

"Well, we're here I guess! Let's get a room."

Uzume exclaimed as she walked inside and looked around. She tried to find where to order a room as she hadn't used a hotel before...

"Uhh... Where do you go to get a room again...?"

@Jackythejack @Gummi Bunnies @District A-Hotel​
 
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