The Trans-Dimensional Colosseum v.2 (Open/accepting!)

[Ty Gwynnia]

[NPC]
"Keep yer mouth shut, guardian." Orik snapped angrily at Sahara, emphasizing the statue's position in comparison to his own co-ownership. His tone of voice brooked no argument. "Start bad-mouthing the one who employs ye an' the bull'll make sure ye never do it again. One o' ye disappearin' out to straighten out the others." He glared at her for a moment longer, half-aware that the hat-wearing man had ignored the Weeping Angel and had been in the middle of talking. "Bloodtwisted already tried ta smash 'em. Didn't work." Orik waved a hand dismissively at Sahara, now determined to ignore the her. "I'd be thankful for any help ye could give me with it. Without me tools it's just a useless lump o' metal in me hand." He held it out.  

[transformersgirl13]

Sahara laughed in delight. "Oh you do still have it headmaster! Forgive me for making sure." she giggled. "Sorry bounty hunter, I've never seen one of my kind get killed, we are the ultimate army after all..." Wow, when was the last time she had referred to the Angels as an army? Must have been at least half a millenia since she had wielded a sword. "Oh speaking of Zellik, I forgot I had something to tell him! Good luck with the wheel boys!" She made to go but caught a guard looking at her, preventing her from moving. "Look away child or i'll rip your throat out." The guard hurriedly looked away. She glided down the hall while Orik and Strifer ignored her. "Oh, and headmaster? Come down to the lower levels sometimes and i'll show you what makes me tick." The tone of her voice implied flirting, She knew Orik wasn't dumb enough to go down there, with the rest of the angels, but she had to admit it was fun teasing him. Now where in the Colosseum had that half-orc champion gone?  

[Rayne Engel]

Ceily gave Milla one final glance before taking a deep breath and clearing her throat. "S-so, Milla. You want to go somewhere else? Its getting a little too loud and crazy in here for me." She smiled gently while she stood up, her movements smooth and fluid. She held out her hand to see if her new acquaintance would need any help.



"For a little sister?" She put her finger on chin while she considered what a little girl would want. It hadn't seemed like it was that long ago since she was a little girl, but it had been a while. "Well is she boyish or more girly? Does she like toys or more practical things? Does she have any hobbies?" The questions where asked consecutively while she grabbed Calvin's hand and led him out of the room. She locked the door behind them and looped her arm around his so he could take her to where he needed to go. "Sorry if I sound like I'm interrogating you" She laughed a little.  

[Strifer Garuwashi]

Strifer smirked as Orik basically dismissed the angel, and even though the voice was stern enough the angel said its stupid peace before vanishing. Thug one seemed to cower as it left. "The things I do wouldn't be so impressive if someone else had done it before. I'll smash one of them for you before I'm out of this place Orik." He winked at the man before moving on to business. "Well I can't make any tools, but I can make a weapon that you could whittle the wheel down with. It would be smaller, but work better than nothing. That is if Thing One and Two here don't mind." He flicked a thumb at the two muscular fellows that had been escorting him, and assumed they would do what the co-owner said over the cursed angel.  

[RavenStar13Forever]

"N-no. It's fine." She cleared his throat as she looped her arm around his. "It's fine." That was a bit more confidant yes. "Well... It's been a few months since I've seen her... A while actually, now that I really think on it... I'm sure she's as boyish as ever really. She never was to girly." He nodded remembering how his sister liked to play in the dirt with all the boys and rough housed just like them too. "Hobbies? Uh... Probably beating boys up, truthfully. She always did like to show she was tough." He smiled remembering how she gave a boy a black eye because he called her bigger than the other girls. She had been in trouble with father for like ten minutes before he had shown how proud he had been."I'm sure she'll want something practical, that or something she can show off." He said nodding as they walked in the direction of his rooms so he could change.  

[Ty Gwynnia]

[NPC]
"They don't." Orik said, glancing at the imposing pair behind the man. At the same moment, he was internally considering Sahara's "offer". A small part of him knew that it wasn't really an offer at all, just a tease. That made him want to follow up on it anyway.
"Uh, nope." The first mumbled.
"Not at all." The second one mimicked. "Don't see a problem with that."
Orik nodded sagely, the grin that had been wiped from his face reappearing in but a moment. "Anything'll work, lad. Razorback don't care."

Milla stared at Ceily's hand for a moment, unsure of whether to take it or not. She didn't want to seem rude, but she also didn't want to scare her with her cold touch. That was one of the reasons that she kept her distance from most people. Undeath was too unnatural. "Ah, yes, that would be wonderful. I didn't realize that this hall would become so raucous and full." The banshee smiled back at Ceily, and timidly took her hand.

Zellik hadn't taken his surroundings into account much as he walked further and further away from the noisy mess hall. The winding, maze-like corridors of the Colosseum were so familiar to him that he needn't worry about getting lost for long. He had the vague idea of going to view on of the hourly, or bi-hourly depending on the outcome, matches. Somewhere in the distance he'd heard a terrible screeching noise and a deep voice bellowing. Contrasting that, many gladiators in the halls were talking excitedly amongst themselves at the announcement of the newest event. Zellik had assumed that's why so many people had been in the mess hall before, and the bets that were being called out and set down. For death or success, he didn't really care. There was always plenty of both.  

[transformersgirl13]

Sahara knew she'd have to get the champion alone to really talk with him. Otherwise he'd cheat and stalk off while some newbie gawked at her preventing her movement. Thankfully he was walking by himself as usual so it made it all the easier. Hiding in the shadows Sahara moved freely, she stuck her hand out and lightly touched Zellik, causing the champion to shift. He'd undoutably feel sick, maybe even dizzy. Giving her time to get to where she teleported him: an empty corridor, a roughly 20 minute walk from where he has been. With her unimaginable speed she was there quickly, about the time his senses came back. "Hello Zellik." She said smoothly. "SO, Razerback is out of storage, felt you should know." She said before the champion could get moody for being teleported without permission. "Now i know what you're going to say. 'why did you teleport me you stupid statue' well i have a reason! A real one this time, not me just being a b***h. I do things for reasons at time, unlike earlier today." She sighed, Saraha didn't know how she felt about business, it was boring but necessary. "So, will you listen? Or must i ask nicely?"

Rivera stood in a little alcove in one of the halls reading a book, sure there were people around and the halls were loud but she didn't mind. Most people were walking past her without a second glance. Once she had seen that the headmaster and that Strifer fellow hadn't needed any help she had wondered off. She debated going back to her room but didn't feel the sudden need to. What she needed to do was find out why she wasn't fighting. Again. She closed her book with a snap and merged into the crowded hallway, walking back to the mess hall. Well if she was going to be bored she might as well be eating. Riven bounded ahead of her, maybe they could bug someone else while they were at it?  

[Strifer Garuwashi]

The glance from the dwarf had turned the goons in to swiss cheese. A smile widened on Strifer's lips."Well then let's get to it." The Bounty hunter lifted his hands and both his rings began to glow. In the next moment between his hands appeared an old fashioned motor, one he had only seen in the history holograms of his home planet. The motor was made purely out of silver light, and lit up the hall as the rest of the device grew outward to form a chainsaw. The chainsaw began to spin on its own without making a sound except for the cutting of air. "It's a little dangerous, but you could whittle the rest of the wheel around until it's mostly round again. It should cut through the metal of the wheel fairly easily." Strifer simply held the chainsaw in place as it continued to spin. When Orik place the wheel on the chainsaw he would provide enough resistance for the man to shape the wheel to his liking.  

[Ty Gwynnia]

[NPC]
Orik watched in fascination as the rings on both of the man's hands began to glow and he seemed to conjure up a strange, light-based device in mid-air. The dwarf had never seen anything like that, magical or not. Tentatively, Orik held the wheel out to the strange whirring blur that he assumed would be the business end of the tool. Sparks lit the air as the bent metal met the glowing device and the dwarf pulled the wheel away to inspect it. He roared laughter at the result: the progress-offending bent edge of the wheel had been shorn off so easily. "Ha! I need to get me one'a these."

Zellik felt a wave of nausea pass over him for the briefest of moments, although it felt much longer to him, and stumbled to a stop in the hall. He closed his eye for some comfort as the abrupt sick feeling subsided and pressed his lips together into a thin line, forcing back the digesting food that had an inclination to come up. When he successfully diverted any and all embarrassing scenarios losing his food, he opened his eye again to look on a slightly unfamiliar place. Slightly unfamiliar because it was a different corridor than the one he'd been in before.

A voice behind him answered any questions the Champion might have been about to ask concerning the new location, and pricked the ever-present ire that the half-orc had at his disposal. Zellik tuned around so that he could face the Angel statue, but he let her continue to speak. There was something in her tone that sounded like she meant she was (mostly) serious. That, and he was a little interested to hear that Razorback was being moved around. Zellik crossed his arms comfortably over his chest, not defensively he had to remind himself. "Be quick about it." He said after she was done speaking.  

[Strifer Garuwashi]

Strifer let the energy of his will disperse the silver chainsaw and it turned to silver mist the fell into nothing before hitting the ground. His rings cease their glowing and he smiled at Orik. "It takes luck and lots of dedication to get one, let alone two. Wouldn't be easy, and you wouldn't be the same when you were done." For a moment Strifer let his mind drift to the time he had spent with the monks that had taught him how to fight with skill and precision, and allowed him to harness their powerful rings. When he had finished their training he was a far wiser and far stronger person. "Well I hope you and the creature get on your way with the wheel fixed. I look forward to challenging it in the arena. Shall we get moving boys?" Strifer looked between Thug One and Thug Two as he awaited his movement to the containment cell.  

[Ty Gwynnia]

[NPC]
Orik snorted loudly. As if a challenge like that required anymore dedication than tracking down and capturing beasts did. The two guards meant to be escorting the man were looking uneasily at each other and then at the stone dwarf, as if unsure whether they should follow Alpha's instructions or Orik's dismissal of them. "Ye sure ye wanna spend a night wherever yer goin'?" Orik said as he set the wheel on the floor and hefted the corner of Razorback's heavy cage up with his shoulder. He could feel the creature begin to slide down the floor of the container and bent to pick up the hastily fixed wheel.

(('Might edit something for Kris here later but if not I'll get to it in another.))  

[transformersgirl13]

Luckily Sahara was already smiling as Zellik looked at her. "Well, a few new warriors have arrived at the Colosseum that may provide you a challenge. I believe Razerback will be participating in quite a few challenges coming up. Stupid beast, he's almost never moved unless there is a big event coming up. Which if rumor will have it, the next event will be rather large." She would have shifted her dress if she could, but it was fine frozen as it was. "A number of old fighters are back as well, strange that. Remember the one who could light people on fire with a snap of his fingers? Back... I always did like him... Let me see... OH! SO! What were you doing with miss Black? I saw the two of you chatting in the mess hall." There is was, the tease. It wouldn't be a proper conversation without it.

Razerback felt the cage lift and he began to slide. The beast sensed an opening and attempted to keep his purchase and the cage slid. Once it was off the floor enough, Razerback threw his entire weight to the side opposite Orik. Forcing the cage to small against the wall and bust apart. Razerback quickly scrambled out and turned to the four men. He knew Orik's face and gave him a low growl. He sensed the man with the rings delicious magic but did not feel that was a welcoming opportunity since he was around others. So instead Razerback let out a monstrous roar and fled in the opposite direction, scattering warriors and Colosseum staff alike. The beast sensed magic everywhere and picked a direction, bellowing a challenge the entire way as he searched for food: life giving magic.

Riven's ears perked up at a tremendous roar, he looked to the doors of the mess hall as the beast Razerback arrived. He let out a low growl and became one with Rivera in mind and body, so in a way it was almost like Rivera had always been one.

Rivera looked up from her book. Riven had returned to her, why? She looked and saw Razerback. automatically drawing her scythe. She wasn't the only warrior to arm herself as many others, both with and without magical ability drew their weapons.

Everything about Sahara's playful mood had vanished the second Razerback had been set free. "That stupid beast is out." She hissed venomously. Zellik would have had to been blind to not know it was about Razerback, many of the long term warriors knew the hatred that some of the angels had with the monsters. Who the angel was usually depended on the monster, but they all agreed on one thing: They all hated Razerback.  

[Ty Gwynnia]

[NPC]
Orik stared dumbly after Razorback for a long moment, watching him dart away as fast as he could. Then the dwarf's brain caught up to him just as the beast turned the corner. "Barzûl," He swore loudly. His own short legs kicked into motion and he tore after Razorback, shouting. People who had moved aside for the beast, then back into the corridor had to scatter once again for the furious dwarf. "Razorback, git yore damned self back here!"

Zellik listened silently to Sahara's barrage of gossip, which was, interestingly enough, interesting. However, it was also unnecessary. He had known that quite a number of newer gladiators were arriving and stood confident that he would kill them all with ease, no matter their proclaimed skill. Hearing of Razorback being moved was a little more enticing, as was the reappearance of older fighters.

Upon hearing about Rivera, however, Zellik realized that that was all Sahara wanted. Gossip. He opened his mouth to question her intentions with asking him, and then shut it when the expression on her face froze. Well, theoretically. One could never tell with a Weeping Angel. "Oh?" Zellik said, in an equally conversational tone as she'd had with him. A grin spread across his face. "I suppose that means you need to go recapture him."  

[transformersgirl13]

Sahara barked a laugh. "Hardly. If I go after the beast i'll kill it. If the Headmaster need help capturing the beast than he really is loosing his touch. It is his job after all." She sighed, pushing aside her hate for the time being. "Back to more important matters." Her playful mood had returned. "Tell me all about your chat with miss Black, I do like her little puppy, cutie that one. Or should I start guessing?"

Razerback had realized that although the mess had had smelled wonderful, it was still full of warriors, both with magical abilities and those without. He gave a low growl at the amount of weapons he encountered, he hadn't been expecting it. He backed up slowly, watching all he could. A young mage ended up being to close and Razerback jumped for the mage's throat, he a attempted to use his magic towards Razerback but only fueled the beast.

The only problem with the beast's plan was the warrior with the hammer. Razerback hadn't been expecting anyone to try to stop him from killing the mage, but a hammer collided with Razerback's face as he was about to make contact with what would have been his meal. The large warrior welding the hammer stood defiantly in front of the mage Razerback had tried to kill. Razerback hissed and bolted out of mess hall running in the opposite direction he had come from. Orik was sure to be that way and Razerback didn't want to be captured again, not quite yet.

Rivera sighed as Razerback fled. She didn't think anyone had expected the hammer carrying warrior to help the young mage. She watched as the larger man helped the younger one up, he had fallen when Razerback had jumped him. Riven re-materialized now that the magic eating threat was gone. He sat next to Rivera as the warriors in the mess hall tried to figure out where the beast had come from and if it was supposed to be a joke or a serious matter.  

[Strifer Garuwashi]

Strifer sighed as the creature escaped from its cage right as the dwarf was getting ready to put on the now functional wheel. As the beast looked at the four then turned and ran away, Orik could only look dumb founded before chasing after the creature. Strifer turned to look between his two escorts, "Do you boys mind if I help the poor half-ling? His stumpy legs won't get him anywhere." Before the Thugs could answer Strifer broke out into what he would consider an ample jog with his left hand on his bowler to keep it in place, but with the organic nanites in his system it made him move much faster and he was on pace with the dwarf in a matter of seconds. "My princess you're much too slow for you to keep up, mind if I give you a hand?" The Bounty Hunter swept up the dwarf putting his left hand at the man's calves and his right in his middle back to carry the co-owner as though he were his wife on his wedding day. "Oi, What're y-" "Sorry princess but you're about to become my baby. We need to keep up." The dwarf struggled for a moment as Strifer flung him over his right shoulder, as though he were carrying a small child from danger. "OI! Put me down!" "No can do buddy." Orik continued to struggle, as any co-owner would being held in such a disgraceful manner, but Strifer picked up his pace, his breathing becoming more steady and strained, with the occasional fixing of the struggling dwarf's position to keep him from falling flat on his face.

Strifer arrived in the mess hall as the man with the hammer struck Razorback a moment later it burst off in the opposite direction. Strifer sighed and took off through the mess hall after it, slowly gaining ground, but his breath was getting heavier and he was starting to sweat with the effort of carrying the small lump of muscle.