Heroes [Open]

[yami]

The coliseum was quiet today, there was nothing but an omnious wind blowing through the entranceway. I'm not even sure how I ended up on this world but I wasn't stupid. I knew a coliseum when I saw one, though the large sign behind me was more than an obvious que. Emblazed with the finest armour, I the White Knight stood upon my noble steed. I couldn't put my finger on it but it felt as if I was supposed to meet someone here, perhaps even multiple people yet the area was empty. Had I escaped to a desolate world? How did I get here to begin with?

There were much questions within my cerebral, yet no one to answer them. Perhaps I was estimating too much. Surely one soul would be lurking arounf the coliseum. Thus I signalled for my horse to march forward. The entranceway would be able to contain me, for this I was sure. Inside was a small waiting room, if it could even be called that. It looked more like a waiting hallway more than anything. It certainly lacked space but with the light up ahead, I knew I needed to march further.

Upon stepping into the dreaded light, I looked around the coliseum in all it's glory. The size of the radius was exceptional. The stands housing rows upon rows. I could only visualize the potential size of the crowds. Just ahead would be a fellow warrior, be they noble or cowardly. Heroes were mant to do battle, to test their worth and capability. Weak Heroes could not enforce the law, they had no right. It was best to eliminate such within the confines of the law. This would be the place, that much I was certain. Thus I stood at my corner, awaiting any hapless Hero to enter so that I could test my worth.

[gouki]

A little while after the white knight had left the waiting room, another person made his way to the arena. He looked around the room for a second glancing at the various trophies that was given to the champions of this coliseum. He smiled upon seeing them. Soon he would get his own cup and be marked as a hero just like Sora.

"Alright according to that Phil guy I'm supposed to go into this arena and face a strong opponent in order to actually go against Hercules. Shouldn't be too hard, I just hope my opponent isn't some pushover."

Tidus had finally arrived in the coliseum after spending most of his time on Mount Olympus fighting strange monsters trying to rescue some Titan. It was just another heroic deed for him to do while he was here no big deal. He was now anxious to test his skills against an actual opponent instead of weak Heartless and mythical monsters. As he stepped outside into the actual arena he covered his eyes away from the bright sun so he could take a better look at the competition. From what he could see it was a man clad in white armor. He looked tough enough but looks can be deceiving. He gave a sly smile at his opponent as he stepped into the ring.

"So I guess you are my opponent then? Well the names Tidus in case you were wondering. So.... lets get this thing started shall we?"

[ophelia]

“Can we uh, count to three?”

Omyra ambled slowly down from the stands, taking soft, even steps, until her feet were planted squarely in the dust. Looking calm, and pleasantly mild with her lips curved into a close lipped smile.

Her round glassy eyes, stretched, and extended from her face. Swiveling, dilating, riveting, appraising the other attendants. Honing every detail, every fiber, into sharp pinprick focus. Before redirecting, and clicking softly into mid-view with a benign ease.

She blinked, and scratched her indigo head, fingering a small ukulele with her other hand. Cool as you please.

“This is the right address, right?”

Her sandals were....somewhere...(It was a major bummer to be surrounded by such a great quantity of sand and such very little ocean.) She had left them, she was sure, at the foot of a large statute at the front of the building. But when she approached a small hoofed man, stomped over and kept gesturing between the main gates. His arms were furry. Tight copper curls that ran from the tendons on his elbows, to his meaty wrists. She had nodded, listened, as she watched the muscles of his chin contract. The shapes his mouth made as he screamed. Watched his spittle. The skin of cheeks turn mottled purple.

And then pried his grip from her sleeve, and sat him down. Gave him a swig from the jar of salt-water she had in her bag. Wonderfully soothing for the insides in such hot weather. He had turned a mellow shade of green, and been much more obliging afterwards. Had given her directions and some instructions. Been pretty foxy. Although she wasn’t entirely sure what they had to do with her sandals. But they weren’t going anywhere any time soon.

(The sandals, nor the contestants.)

[yami]

OOC: W00t people to rp say what lol

IC:

Feeling as if I was on top of the world I began to look around the arena aimlessly. Nothing of interest seemed to enter initially. "Is there no hero willing to challenge me on such a fine day, how drole." I mused to myself. My "horse" if you will, decided to click it's heels against the ground. Melancholy never ceased to creep up on me I'm afraid. Oh but what's this, it seems like a young man...possibly around my age had finally entered the fray! The sun was towards my back, no doubt reflecting off my brilliant appearance. Honestly there was no surprise in the struggle the lad had to look towards me.

"Behold the White Knight young one, for it might just be your last sight."

I declared my goal with confidence, though this armoured form distorted my voice to something more androgynous. This is why I disliked it so much, hopefully this fight would allow me to be released from it's confines and show him what I was really made of. There was no need to take a battle stance or anything, not for this 'Tidus' fellow. Instead, I looked around the expected battlefield, only to notice that yet another had entered. Would this deform into a three-way contest? I could feel my blood circulation increasing. Challenge was always something that amused me and from the sounds of things, this lass had made her way down from the stands. Though this was a mere guess since my focus was fixated upon the waiting lobby.

"Seems this will be a three-way contest. Very well, you certainly have the right address if you're searching for a fight, mi'lady."

Let the games begin!

[nascent]

"Let's make that... a four-way contest!"

With that announcement, a ragged-looking figure stepped briskly out from underneath the harsh shadow cast by the arena's wall. This one was no human, a fact assured to those who looked upon him most by his large cat-like ears. Fur the color of rust did little to distinguish the young lynx from the filthy rags he wore; rather, the first thing his opponents likely noticed was his steel-blue eyes... and his wicked, almost feral, grin.

"Look what we have here..." The furry rogue mused out loud, striding leisurely down towards the coliseum's center stage. "Unless I'm sadly mistaken, two would-be heroes and a..." The youth's voice had changed now, becoming a bit deeper and taking on significantly darker overtones, with something akin to a metal grinding sound weaving its way faintly into his speech. He pointed to Omyra. "... to be honest, I'm not sure what you are."

"But I'll tell you what I am..." The sinister grin widened, and a keen observer would note that his eyes had begun to shift and change in a strange, unnatural way. "I am that which is harsher than the storm, colder than the grave..."

He laughed out loud, waving his hand dismissively. "Heh heh, sorry. I'm being a bit over-dramatic, aren't I?" The red-furred anthro came to a stop, standing atop the ledge which separated the spectator seats from the arena floor. In an unexpected move, the lynx gave a sweeping bow at the waist towards the White Knight. "Allow me to properly introduce myself. My name is Ilaelis, the master of this body. The voice you heard before is its original tenant, my faithful servant Kassom."

"I'm what you folks might call... a 'bad person'." His grin twisted into a smirk as he looked up, still halfway bowed. "Some would say... a monster. Or, to be more precise... a demon!"

With that word he leapt forward, landing on all fours on the main stage. Instantly his fur began to bristle not unlike an angry cat, standing up on end as it's red coloration suddenly drained away without apparent cause. In it's place emerged what at first looked like beads of sweat, glistening bright in the sunlight all across his body... but in truth, this wasn't water. This was something else entirely.

"A demon... of metal."

The beads began to spread out, quickly coating the whole of his body in a metal over-skin. Ilaelis slowly stood to his feet, gazing briefly at each of his three opponents. "And I am bored out of my mind! Good thing you folks came along when you did."

"So, this little rumble have any rules? Free-for-all, I assume?" His grin was a bit more mild-mannered now, though that was hard to discern with his face covered in a layer of form-fitting metal.

[gouki]

"Oh brother." Tidus murmured under his breath as the white knight seemed to already declare his victory over him. Cockiness was just an overplayed attitude that he had seen been done many times before. But even Tidus himself would fall under that category numerous times in the past with his own cocky attitude. But his was just good fun, this guy on the other hand probably believed that he had already won this fight. I guess it was gonna be up to Tidus to show the other guy not to underestimate him. Or was it?

Just as the fight was about to undergo another person, a woman had entered the ring. Tidus scratched his head curious as to what she was exactly. Se seemed human enough so he left it at that but he was kind of disappointed that he would have to fight a girl. He wasn't the type to fight a lady, call it chivalry if you want but he was just worried that she would be a distraction.......

No sooner did the lady arrive that another guest entered the arena. This one was quite the talker and he definetly liked to hear himself talk. Well from what Tidus saw another part of him didn't. Was this person some crazy schizophrenic guy or something? And now he transformed from being a cat person to a metal demon cat. How that was even possible to exist in the universe Tidus would never know but then again from what he saw in other worlds this would seem quite normal.

Tidus smiled with excitement now that there was a four way brawl about to happen. He looked over to all of his opponents and began to think about which one he would go for first.

[ophelia]

Omyra looked first at boy, blond, floppy, haired and shooting her slanted expressions through the dust. Athletic and bizarrely japanese aryan. Then the white knight, staring vacantly at them. And the thing that had called her a thing. Il-Il-Il-aaaay-eee-ya-yus-something-er-other. Servant of Bassom. Massom? Watched it’s transformations with interest. Totally far out, metal monster. Her pupils zoomed in trying to catch where rivet melted into pelt, but even her telescope scrutiny couldn’t lock on to a hint of a seam. She sharpened to 500x, 600x, and then 700x sifting for a trace dander or a dust-mite between the iron follicles. There wasn’t even a molecule.

What was she supposed to do now? Did they draw straws or something? Or were they just going to stand there? She was cool with that. She was feeling pale as grub in comparison to the tan of that Athletic dude. Soaking up some Vitamin D was definitely on her agenda. If only she had thought to bring some palm oil...Or her sandals...She had lost them...She seriously needed to find her sandals. The sooner this was over, the sooner she could mosey over the Lost and Found. And come to mention it, she wasn’t the only contestant Lily-White as Peter Pan’s Tiger-Lily. They’d all end up burning and pealing skin (or in her case, scales) off each other’s backs. This was sign to take up some initiative...or whatever.

Her eyes swiveled again, and fastened on...Blond Kid. He was sweating. She cornered him in the corners of her vision and advanced like watered silk. Or very urbane water snake. Sidling through the thick silence, one sapid stride at a time. Until she was standing deliberately in front of him, veiled behind a curtain of shimmering heat, with her inky hair and creepy stare. Converging on his face with an intensity that magnified to 800x. His pores were really Teen Crest Choice awards clean.

She put her hands softly on either one of his shoulders, and hovered somewhere between his nose and his chin. Deliberating the best tactical angle without a trace of awkwardness. And then pressed her pale blue lips to his. A soft shiver of a kiss.

And slowly started draining his bones, as she grabbed the back of his neck.

If his white, plastic smile was an indication to his calcium levels, than she had hit the friggen’ jackpot.