Futuristic The Genesis Bullet (Semi-futuristic Mutant RP, Open and Accepting!)

[Kiroshiven]

As he watched her breathe in the smoke, he smiled with confidence. And the games begin. His eyes shimmered more as the world around them began to fade out of existence. He could enter the world that his victim was seeing, all he had to do was breathe in the smoke as well. As someone who spent his time having to be aware of his well being from day one until death, Kirito could quickly figure out the things that were off about him and generally what he could do with his new found gifts. "Dear doctor, I think you worry too much and need to relax despite that. Life is too precious to waste it being serious, especially now. Our lives are now going to be on the line everyday, not that mine wasn't before this, but still." Fox's words were dry as he thought about his sickly past. It was the regret of not getting to enjoy life as much as he wanted to. Sure, he did have fun in the hospitals. Playing with the young kids that had to have surgeries or the older people who were on their death beds turned out to be great times where he learned a lot, but it wasn't the same as really getting to live life.


Finally, the room that they were in started fading away into another place. This was a ballroom. There were lights that shone with the brilliance of diamonds, a small band performing with music that didn't even compare to the orchestras he'd heard on TV and a massive chandelier that hung from the ceiling, truly pulling the image of a Gala together. The room was packed wall to wall with people of the upper crust enjoying themselves and having a wondrous time as they dined on expensive foods and drink, the likes of which Kirito only dreamt of while eating instant meals from the hospital cafeteria. It was definitely the kind of fun that Fox was thinking about in his hospital bed. At the center of it all, he saw Margaret no longer in the clothes provided for her by CI9, but a fanciful dress that suited her more. "So this is the world she comes from huh?" Fox let out a whistle as he moved in the crowd. He could remain hidden from her so long as he wanted. It was quite the unique thing. And to top it off, only she and he could see this place. It was truly something extravagant.


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[LadyMatsudai]

Margaret kept coughing heavily, trying her best to clear out her lungs and rubbed at her eyes as the burn slowly started to fade away, but upon opening them, her eyes felt heavy, her gaze a little blurred as she looked ahead to see Fox was no longer there and the world had turned dark. She quickly looked around her for any sign of anyone in the team but saw nothing...this endless void of darkness surrounded her. Fox's voice echoed in her ears, frowning to the fact she could not find him anywhere before her hands quickly covered her ears and she shut her eyes tight, hoping everything would return back to normal when she opened them again.


Upon opening her eyes, Margaret found herself looking towards the direction of the brilliant five star band her father typically hired for the galas and parties her parents would hold for benefits, charities, or just strictly for fun. She quickly scanned the room only to quickly look down at herself with widened eyes. A brilliant red dress covered her athletic figure, showing off her shoulders beautifully as her hands were gloved and her shoes were adorned by the diamond studded high heels her mother had given her for her 20th birthday. Margaret felt her eyes water immediately, slowly walking towards a chair at an empty table and hung her head in shame, some of her hair done upright falling in front of her eyes.


"No...no..." she said to herself, unaware of Kirito waltzing through the crowds. "What is this nightmare? Why I am in this Hell? This can't be happening..." she whispered to herself, a shaking hand covering her eyes in the efforts to try and make her meltdown less noticable.


@Kiroshiven

 

[Kiroshiven]

Fox waltzed about the room with a smile on his face. This world was something else. It wasn't real and he could end it at any time, but he wanted to enjoy it for a bit longer. This was the life that he didn't lead, the life he never experienced. He continued pathing through the crowd until he spotted the good doctor sitting alone at the table covering her face. She's really bothered by this. His eyes shone again as he moved closer to her. He wouldn't reveal himself, but maybe someone she knew could get her to talk. He felt a bit weaker as he exerted himself to try and create the image. The initial hallucination seemed to be easy and maintaining it was no problem, but changing it after the fact was difficult.


His muscles tightened and he felt his tails twitching wildly. Sweat rolled down his face and stung his eyes as his ability took its toll. He fell to his knees as he finally managed to create a new hallucination for her. It was a man. Fox wasn't sure of who it was, but it was someone that she knew. He breathed heavily as he slipped closer to her, still hidden in the crowds. His body was weak and he knew that he'd have to rest once this was over, but he wanted to listen and learn. The doctor seemed to be an interesting person to say the least. His tails swayed behind him as he pointed his ears towards this illusion and Margaret, hoping to learn something, even just a tiny bit more about this interesting companion.


@LadyMatsudai

 

[LadyMatsudai]

Margaret kept a shaking hand over her eyes, struggling to try and hold back her tears before a familiar voice uttered her name.


"Margaret?" cooed the voice, making her eyes widen and glance up to see Gregorio standing in front of her with a look of concern on his face, dressed in one of his best tuxedos for the gala.


"Gregorio..." she whispered to herself, the tears finally falling down her cheeks as the illusion of Gregorio knelt before her quickly and took his strong hand to caress her cheek, his thumb wiping away the tears that threatened to ruin her makeup.


"Margaret, what is wrong? You should be celebrating! This entire party is to commemorate our engagement and to the bright future we have together...why do you look so sad?" asked Gregorio, keeping his hand still on Margaret's cheek as the doctor looked sadly down to the brilliant green eyes of her fiancé, shaking her head sadly.


"I...I do not feel happy, Gregorio..." confessed the doctor, watching Gregorio take the seat beside her to hold both of her soft hands in his large ones as he offered a warm smile to his bride-to-be.


"Amore," purred the Italian immigrant's son, tilting her head to look into his eyes. "I know this is a lot...this is very different than your life as a physician where you were alone and had to only take care of yourself. But I am here now to help...to provide for you and to take care of you. You don't have to worry about being all alone anymore...I am here...and I will always be here for you," purred Gregorio softly before his familiar cheesy grin creased his lips. "Besides...don't you remember when I swore an oath to you when we were children? That I would be your knight in shining armor."


"Yeah...but then I threw mud at you saying boys were gross..." laughed Margaret faintly, sniffing as she tried to dab her eyes free of her tears.


Gregorio chuckled before pulling in Margaret close to have her chest rest against his, his strong arms snaked around her waist with his forehead pressed into hers. "I still might be...but I have grown and I am still your knight, amore..." hummed Gregorio, leaning back to plant a deep kiss to Margaret's forehead before pulling her into a warm embrace, which she complied. But with her head resting on his shoulder with her face in full view of Kirito, a look of pure sadness consumed her beautiful features, more tears threatening to fall again as if her heart were broken.


@Kiroshiven

 

[Kiroshiven]

Fox couldn't take it. Yes, the party was grand and yes, it was the chance to try and enjoy the world, but at the cost of this woman's happiness. That wasn't how he did things. Either everyone is happy or none at all. Kirito slipped into the place of the man he created as the image faded out. Once again, they were at the place that had taken that life away from her. He wasn't sure if it was right for him to try and comfort her after putting her through that. However, he couldn't just leave her there crying especially if anyone else could really see her. Using his tails, he hid her face from the others while caressing her back. His movements were much like what he did for anyone at the hospital that lost someone. He'd done this countless times, but it never made the pain of holding someone hurting so close to yourself. It would always end in pain for both.


Fox kept his own tears from pouring down his cheeks as he mumbled into Margaret's ear. "I'm sorry. I didn't think that that world would bring such pain." He continued to hold her close feeling her warmth and listening to her heartbeat. The rhythm was steady despite what was going on. They did something to this girl to keep her level it seems, even if only for the time being. Fox, with his four tails that weren't hiding the doctor's face, wrapped around the doctor to embrace her even more closely, just sheltering her from the world outside so that it wouldn't see her like that. Some women had no problems crying in public, but from the way she acted, Fox assumed that Margaret wasn't that kind of woman. He readied himself to be hit, to be insulted, to be spit at, cursed out and whatever else the doc could manage, but he wouldn't let go. Not until she was calm and was ready to face the others that were their comrades. I crossed a line I shouldn't, but I'll make it up to her. Even if it means I show her my past and what I lived through.


@LadyMatsudai

 

[LadyMatsudai]

Margaret had closed her eyes sadly to try and take what little comfort she could get from Gregorio's embrace before she opened them and leaned back, gasping to see a tired looking Kirito taking Gregorio's place, her eyes looking around to see they had returned to the underground headquarters of their mutated comrades. But before she could speak, she noticed the thick furry tails of Fox shielding her from view of the others, his hands caressing her back in the efforts to calm her down as his lips lingered beside her ear. With tears still rolling down her cheeks, Margaret could hear the deep sorrow and remorse in his voice.


He really was trying to help...that is all he wanted to do...


She watched his head lean down to rest against her ample chest, feeling his remaining tails hug her middle to pull her closer against him, encasing her in a shield of fur to hide her from the horrors of the outside world, if only for a moment. For all of the anger and fear and horror she had endured with returning to such memories, Margaret could only embrace her arms sweetly around the taller Fox, one of her hands rubbing his back between his shoulder blades as her other hand caressed his head, fingers combing through the flaming hair over and over again, her face buried into his hair to capture his scent.


"You tried to help, Fox...you could not have known what my life was like. I am truly thankful that you tried to help me...not a lot of people have done anything like that for me..." she whispered back, still stroking his head as she hugged his face closer to her chest, her heart still beating softly.


@Kiroshiven

 

[Kiroshiven]

He couldn't help but feel calm as he was embraced by the woman he hurt. She's a strong woman. That man was lucky. Fox couldn't help but feeling a bit of jealousy, not because of the physical beauty the woman he held possessed, but because of just how strong she was. He nuzzled into her as he felt himself getting weaker. Not yet. I must let her see mine. If only because it is fair. Pulling out his pipe once more, it ignited without any help. He leaned back and looked into Margaret's eyes, his own shimmering as he pushed on. "I want to make it up to you. So let me show you my world, just be ready. It's not exactly a happy time." He brought the pipe to his lips and took in the smoke. It was painless, and had no scent. As he exhaled slowly, the smoke gathered around the two of them.


When he lowered his tails, the two were no longer at the party. I'm sure she's figured out part of the secret to my power from this. They were standing in a hospital. The floors shone from the empty lights and small children seemed gathered around a tall dark haired male performing magic tricks in his own medical gown. Fox smiled as he watched the scene play back from his memories. It was the hospital just before the one he was shot in. Fox nearly burst out laughing as he watched the kids trying to find where he made the marble disappear to. It was a cute trick that was cut off when he suddenly began coughing uncontrollably. The first signs that I got pneumonia. And the moment that really made me face death alone like I had to.


A nurse quickly rushed over and started ushering the pre-change Kirito away towards his room. The kids asking the nurse if he'd be okay and all she could do was smile at them. The kids knew I wasn't fine there. Fox walked along following the nurse into the room. Luckily, it wasn't far and they walked into his barren hospital room within a minute. He was laid down in bed and then time began to move quickly. His past self was forced to lie in bed for days staring out a window as they performed countless tests. It was this scene that he'd grown used to the most.


"This is the life I led before CI9. I was a bedridden man for most of it and had nothing to look forward to." Fox tightened his hands into fists as he watched himself saying things that he shouldn't have. He knew that he was cursing the world for everything. He was telling some unknown power to end him, to cease the suffering of being surrounded by people that could get better or that had no problems to begin with. He was being forced to not live because of his own body. He was a cursed man and felt hatred toward the world when the diagnosis of Pneumonia came up for the sixth time in his life. Fox sighed as he watched himself telling the doctors that he'd accept his death this time. There wasn't medicine that could strengthen his immune system so he decided to put on a smile and create the illusion that he would be happy dying.


@LadyMatsudai

 

[LadyMatsudai]

Margaret kept her fingers gingerly brushing through Fox's locks of flaming red hair, keeping his face pressed to her chest in the hopes it would help him relax and sniffed as her own tears began to dry from the warm embrace. She softened to feeling his face nuzzle a little more into her warm body, perhaps trying to help her feel better as she only squeezed him back to show she appreciated the gesture, her other hand still gingerly rubbing between his shoulder blades. She blinked to see Fox lean back to grab his pipe and stared into his eyes, finding herself blushing a little to just how...beautiful they were. "Fox...you don't need to make anything up to me...you did nothing wrong," encouraged the doctor, her hands reaching up to try and assure him it was fine, watching Fox take a deep breath in of the smoke before the misty shroud circled them again.


Upon Fox lowering his tails, Margaret blinked to see they were in an entirely new location, immediately recognizing the area as a hospital. She quickly moved out of the way as the memory of a few small children dashed past her, her sapphire eyes following the children to immediately lock on the frail and sickly figure of the old Fox. Her features fell to the site of the sickly man performing the magic trick to entertain the children.


He looks so frail...so thin...I can see every bone in his arms and legs clearly...


Her heart clenched in her chest to see Fox's old body start to be overwhelmed with a coughing fit, nurses quickly coming to help him as the sickly children begged for answers. The site was all too familiar for Margaret. While she never dealt with sickly children, it was an all too painful reminder of some of the rounds she did in pediatrics, having to try and explain to parents why their children will never get well or the difficult road to recovery they would need to take. She watched Kirito follow the path of the nurse into his room, tagging along behind him as the room started to cycle through the numerous days he laid in bed, the pain on his face only growing more with each passing day as his features looked sunken in on his face. Doc turned her sapphire eyes once more towards Fox, comparing his healthier body now to the dying corpse that was in front of her. They were so different...the Bullet provided another life for him...a new means to live the life he dreamed of having.


Ignoring the scene for but a moment, Margaret turned to face Fox face to face, her hands reaching up to cradle the man's face to have his shimmering yellow eyes look down into hers, her thumbs caressing his cheeks in the hopes it would help him calm down. "Fox...everyone has their moment of weakness...not one person in our team is perfect. Whether we like it or not, the Bullet gave us a chance to have a fresh start. I will admit...I was not happy with my life before I was shot...and I am not very happy now I have been forced into a new life I did not ask for." But soon, a wide and rare warm smile curled on Doc's lips. "But it gave me the chance to meet you...so I will take that as a good start. I would take that as a win...wouldn't you?"


@Kiroshiven

 

[Kiroshiven]

Fox looked down at the woman who just showed him the first smile he'd seen on her face since they started speaking. It wasn't what he expected and he found himself speechless for one of the first times in his life. It was like that pure smile was just taking everything he could think of away. It was at this moment that he began laughing and the hallucination began to fade. He couldn't help it. He found that a moment like this happening now of all times was something unbelievable. "That is definitely a win. And I must say that I'm truly jealous of Greggorio. He's a very lucky man." Fox smiled as his old habit of trying to be charming reared its head again. It was like a defense mechanism against moments of awkward tension.


He ran his hand through her hair gently as he wrapped his tails around her once more. This wasn't to comfort or for anything more than a small gesture to show his appreciation of her. His eyes looking around the room as most seemed to ignore them, which he was thankful for. He leaned in close to her and whispered into her ears. "Thank you Margaret. You are truly a superb woman. You have beauty, charm, and independent. I can see why Greggorio offered to be your knight, though I don't really believe you need one." Fox continued speaking, but this wasn't sweet or playful he was being serious. "If you want to know the truth behind my powers I can tell you. As someone who had to be incredibly aware of himself in hospitals, I have quickly picked up on my changes. However, know that I don't wish to speak here. As I said, I don't trust CI9 as much as the others seem to. They may have examined me, but I don't plan on letting them know everything." He leaned away from her as he shone his smile, the fangs of the fox showing off just a bit more that had changed in him and just how well matched his personality was to his new look.


@LadyMatsudai

 

[LadyMatsudai]

Margaret had kept smiling warmly up to Fox, fingers still gingerly touching his cheeks before she gasped to the laughing, her hands retreating back in confusion as she looked around to see the hospital fade away to return to the large room where the party at the base was being held again. She found herself blushing furiously at Fox making the remark he was jealous of Gregorio, glancing down to the floor in embarrassment. But her gaze fell back to Kirito's face upon his hand brushing through her dark locks of hair, feeling his tails hug her once more with their embrace being a little more visible to anyone else in the room before feeling his lips linger just at her ear once more. Her eyes widened to the kind remark, feeling herself tear up once more but kept them back to try and keep herself composed. Instinctively, with the whispering in her ear, Margaret found herself leaning in closer to Kirito, her hands resting on his chest with her face not too far away from his neck, nodding to the mention of meeting somewhere else for them to speak on the more serious matters of his abilities.


Staring up to the taller Fox, Margaret took note of the fangs but simply nodded to his mention of not wanting to let everything about him be revealed to the masters behind the Bullet project. "Of course, I understand..."


@Kiroshiven

 

[Kiroshiven]

Fox let out a yawn as he slipped his arm around Margaret's waist, much like he did with Lila earlier in the night. Despite the idea of slipping out to talk, Fox quickly remembered what happened when he tried to manipulate the hallucination once it was established. His body felt heavy and his tails fell to the ground as he ended up leaning on Margaret for support. "I seem to have exerted myself a bit much tonight." He chuckled as he stuffed his pipe into his robes and clung to the doctor so as not to fall. Each movement sent searing pain through his body as if he'd completely destroyed his body in a workout. It was exhausting to move even a single muscle let alone his whole leg, but he wouldn't let the others catch a glimpse of his weakness. He smiled at the doctor as he moved toward the door. "Shall we?"


@LadyMatsudai

 

[LadyMatsudai]

Margaret felt Fox's arm slip along her waist, keeping a strong hold of her body to remain close against his before immediately feeling his body weight change to lean more against her. He must have weakened himself with using his powers so much. Immediately moving her own arm to firmly hug Fox's waist to hoist him up a little more on his feet, Margaret looked seriously towards Fox, nodding to him mentioning they should get a move on to some other private location. Careful to make sure she did a majority of the work, Margaret grunted a little as she almost carried Fox along her hip towards her private room, closing the door behind them as she carefully laid Fox down on her own bed, pushing the pillow beneath his head before pulling a large blanket over him to keep him warm.


Fetching a glass of water, Margaret sat down on the side of the bed and tilted Fox's head up to offer him some water. "Drink slowly...you don't want to choke on it," encouraged the doctor.


@Kiroshiven

 

[TheLoneRook]

As the night went on the crowd grew thin. Staff and guards dispersed as the newcomers became less and less concerned with the wellbeing of the room. By the time Joeb sent all the stray mutants off to their rooms, the birds were chirping.


Morning came faster than anyone realized. The newcomers were awoken by what most would consider the sound of a fire alarm, but would flee their rooms to find only a pleasantly smiling suited Enigma, waiting and ready to escort them to their respective battlegrounds. The group was taken to a tunnel, occupied by a tram. Demon got his own cart. The rest rode up front, fully armed, weapons hot. Joeb leaned against the front of the tram, facing the crowd, and enjoying the image. A group of deadly mutants, armed to the teeth, and about half of them looked like they were about to piss themselves.


The tunnel ended some tens of miles away from ECHO, and the only hallway led to an industrial elevator. Demon, of course, got to ride separate, Lauren standing curtly at his side. The rest rode up afterwards, to find a breathtaking view of sunshine and a cloudless sky. Only of course, to be led to enclosed, windowless spaces. Hangars, designed to house large-scale aircraft, modified and sealed off for just such an occasion as this. No environmental advantages (though Marble had broken that rule once), no non-standard climate conditions. A perfectly air-conditioned, and airtight space. The group was held at gunpoint, for safety reasons, while each pair was escorted by Joeb to their respective hangar. He gave every group the same speech. "This is a controlled space. You are being observed by the VIPs that give us all the money we need to keep you fed, sheltered, and armed. If you do anything along the lines of escaping, I will be ordered to kill you. If you attempt to kill your opponent, I will be ordered to kill you. If you refuse to fight, I will be ordered to kill you. This isn't just an evaluation of your abilities, it's an evaluation of your value to this organization. Though I do not like to admit it, you are expendable. In the eyes of these people, if you don't work out we simply 'make another batch'. So whatever you do, make sure that I don't have any part in it. Good luck."


The average human being would be panicked. Concerned, frightened, anxious, enraged. Rook wasn't the average human being. His numbness knew no bounds, and even with a gun pointed to his head a playful smirk played across his lips as he thought about how much fun this would be for him. The setting was spacious, he'd been given fun little swingy doos. All that was left was to beat a certain bird girl within an inch of her life. He wasn't fond of his tendency to make first impressions and stick to them quite firmly, but this woman had left a sour taste in his mouth, and watching her fly into a steel wall would surely cure such an ailment.


The moment he was within the bounds of the hangar the 6ft thick door behind him slammed shut. Then it was just him, and some tiny little winged thing on the other side. They'd certainly given a lot of wiggle room, to say the least. Rook snagged the handles of his maces from his belt and called the magnetic hammers up from the ground and into their positions. The weapons were seemingly light, but Rook realized that nowadays many things to him were pretty light. He gave them a few swings, toyed with the buttons, simple testing. His mind raced. She could fly, which would be a hassle, but not an impossible challenge. He decided leaving the ground would be intentionally giving her the upper hand, nodding at his own plans as he stepped forward. Arms up, knees bent, tail grinding into the steel floor. He gave his feet and experimental flex, and the ground beneath him cracked under the pressure. He didn't feel all that bad.




Michael hadn't been fond of the POW treatment they'd received, but on further inspection it looked as though the guards and staff at ECHO were simply doing it all to keep up appearances. Even Joeb, arguably the most lethal looking man Michael had ever met, seemed slightly skiddish around the plump suited men who were climbing up into secure boxed spaces to view the fighting. It became apparent then that this was all, in fact, bigger than they were. Dr. Leumas himself had been seen regarding the gentlemen as superiors. Guess the money had to come from somewhere.


Michael's hand didn't leave the hilt of his sword, it soothed his mind and steeled his body. When the guards shoved him into the metal box he froze, but his training in the military reminded him of the most important lesson in combat. Do not allow yourself to be compromised. He looked up to see his opponent some ways away, on the opposite side of the hangar really. From that distance he seemed small, but if Michael's scaling was right, the man seemed large, brooding. Many of the recruits had at least the opportunity to meet their opponents before journeying into combat. Michael only wished he could ask the man's name.


The time for talking seemed over now, however. Michael took on his role as Ignis as his augment retracted, revealing his bright white arms and chest, blazing in flames. He drew his sword and pressed his hand to it, drawing the weapon into a red-hot state. He took a simple stance, a stance his wife had taught him many years ago. "To fend off the fools who try to harm our family". Ignis, ablaze, took a single step forward. Now was the time for action.




Lyra had been upset enough when her sister got drunk at the party. Finding her sister being torn away from her the next morning left her just as angry. The two were kept on opposite sides of the group the entire trip, supposedly to prevent any "unexpected issues". They were afraid, afraid of what she and her sister could do. Lyra wasn't sure whether to be flattered, or concerned.


The armor was comforting. Putting the helmet on even more so, as though anything that could harm her was on another plane of existence. The lance they'd given her was light in the armor's embrace, but probably weighed about 150lb naturally. The shield was just as heavy, but she didn't mind. The weight reminded her of why she was here, and what she was supposed to be doing. Before they were truly separated, she gave Lila one last wave. "If you lose, I'll kick your ass harder than the bitch who kicked it first."


The hangar she'd been thrown into was massive. She could see cameras, but the ceiling was whited out in the intense lights they had shining down on her. She didn't feel like a Saint, she felt like a caged canary with a pointy stick. Looking across the space intensified that feeling. She'd gotten the big one. Lucky her. At the party the poor thing seemed simple, if not a bit caring. Now, it looked scared. She wanted to take off the helmet and help the poor guy out.


There was muffled sound from the ceiling. Lyra's eyes shot up to see Lauren, the nice blonde, arguing very loudly with a fat suited man, pointing at the big guy across the way. Knowing the context of the situation, Lauren probably didn't find the poor bastard fit for battle. Lyra glanced over again. It was like looking at a horned, massive, four-armed little kid. There was some final yelling and Lyra watched the man jam his open palm onto a button beneath the window. There was a clank and a whirr and then Lyra was drowned in red light, like a spotlight with a filter made of blood. The man's intentions became clear all too quickly as Saint pressed her shield into the ground and faced the giant, making a silent note to herself to add that man to her list of people to kill.

 

[LadyMatsudai]

Margaret had managed to convince Fox to stay in her room for the night to allow him to rest under her watchful eye, leaving her to be curled up in the chair beside her bed with a blanket covering her, sleeping soundly for the few hours they had prior to whatever awaited them tomorrow. She sat upright immediately with widened eyes to the sound of an alarm. What the hell was this all about? Careful to help Fox to stand upright and quickly get him ready to grab his things from his room, Margaret had changed into new attire and with a heavy sigh, grabbed her boots, sunglasses, sword, and bo staff, starting to follow the rest of the group as she walked right beside Fox, somewhat afraid to leave him.


The doctor remained close to Fox as the entire team was shipped off on a tram towards some new location. Her sapphire eyes peered over towards Joeb, still feeling uneasy with the mutated man eyeing the group so eagerly before she grunted a little to the sudden jolt of the tram coming to a stop. The elevator ride did not take very long until she gasped to the site of the beautiful view of the endless horizon of the sun meeting the sky. Her fingers gingerly found their way to Fox's hand, lacing her fingers with his as she kept staring at the beautiful scenery, the first out of the entire ordeal they had been put through that she could actually take a moment to enjoy. With the group being directed further away from the large window, Margaret frowned at the cold interior of the new building, noticing there were no windows looking outside and how each segment of the new building were separated from each other with thick reinforced walls. What was the meaning of this?


Margaret could see each duo being sent off one by one with Joeb speaking to them before the room was sealed. Still holding Fox's hand, Margaret glanced down to the door of her room where she was to face off another person, unsure as to who it was, her grip on Fox's hand tightening at realizing it was her turn.


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[Mitchs98]

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Vampire

Eventually the party had ended and they were herded off to their rooms, which for Vampire was a welcome thing. Almost as soon as she reached her room she had flopped down on her bed and went to sleep, barely bothering to take her shoes off. She would of slept longer, gladly so, until she was woken up by a fire alarm. It took a minute or two of the alarm blaring to convince herself to actually get out of bed. Stretching she yawned, originally thinking her house had caught fire or something before her hand brushed her wing. "Oh. Right. I'm a freak with wings now." She mumbled to herself, getting out of bed and slipping her shoes on.


Slowly she walked out of her room, sighing when she saw Enigma and not an actual fire or something remotely interesting. Regardless she followed him and the rest onto the tram, curling her wings around her carefully as a wind shield and gripping the..well..grip of her weapon tightly. The first thought that came across her mind when Joeb began explaining everything and she saw the people moving to a room to observe them was thus: Awesome..mutate us and then turn us into some form of a fight show. Nice.





Regardless she complied, she liked the idea of having of what attributed to a spar match and living than refusing to fight and getting killed. The choices for anything other than fighting and beating the shit out of your opponent seemed to be death, so why even bother wasting air and just say 'Make a good show, beat their shit in, or die?' Shrugging she walked into her arena and scoped the place out, immediately taking notice of the spacious room. "Lots of space to fly..unless I'm fighting that kid with metal wings I should have the advantage." She mumbled to herself, stretching her wings a bit and moving closer to the middle of the room. Her one concern was the fact she seemed to be fighting Fox. She had no clue if his hallucinations could effect her or not, and personally hoped they couldn't. She'd have to definetely use the sky to her advantage in this fight.


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@Daisy589816


Ribbon

After the party ended Ribbon was glad to finally be able to get some rest, although she stayed up a while longer due to the sheer uneasiness of it all and a mix of excitement, she sure enough fell asleep eventually. Several hours later she was rudely awoken by a fire alarm. Groaning she grabbed her pillow and pulled it over her head, "Just five more minutes.." She muttered. Ribbon was far from a morning person, while she typically wasn't lazy, she was definetely not the first person to wake up either. Of course the alarm persisted however. Heaving a tired sigh she crept out of her bed and slipped her gloves on after putting her ribbons in her hair. She also grabbed her knife and slipped her kevlar on under her dress after putting her knife in her pocket.


Expecting some kind of raid, fire, or otherwise hostile situation she was surprised to Enigma standing there smiling. Not thinking much of it she simply shrugged and followed him. Apparently it was, infact, some kind of arena combat training test thing. Ribbon was partially excited yet afraid at the same time. She hoped the people that had guns were loaded with rubber bullets or something, and if they weren't that she didn't have to fight them seeing as she brought little more than a knife and her ribbons.


Eventually they came to a stop and were summarily herded off of the tram, Enigma soon explained why they were here fully and the rules of the match. Everything seemed along the lines of 'death, death, and oh yea, more death' if you didn't comply. But at-least the fact that no killing was in the rules she assumed the guns were indeed loaded with rubber or otherwise non-lethal rounds. Eventually she was led to a room and the massive walls closed behind her, sighing she looked around before looking up at the ceiling and immediately regretting it as she was blinded by a ton of light.


Blinking and rubbing her eyes she looked. To see someone she wasn't familiar with wayyy on the other end of the room. She assumed that was her opponent. Shrugging she undid one of the ribbons in her hair and gripped it tightly in her hand, the length that wasn't being held immediatey becoming more dense and gaining a razor sharp edge. Though, she made no move to attack, she simply waved at her and inched a little closer before stopping. "I'm ready when you are!" She called out, hopefully loud enough for her to hear.

 

[Daisy589816]

She wore her standard white tank top and underwear, sitting cross-legged against the side of her bed reading an instruction manual, her Kevlar suit spread out on the floor in front of her. Right beside her was an opened box full over-stuffed with packaging material. The instructions ominously simple: CAREFULLY slide braces onto wrists and ankles. Wait 2 to 3 minutes for the gear to adjust to body and confirm the blood DNA of the owner. Proceed with caution. Overuse may lead to shortage and potential coma or death. She still wasn't quite sure how the equipment worked and how it would be able to recognize her blood. When she stood up and slid the braces on, they were loose and practically hung from her limbs. Something obviously wasn't right. She pressed the "on" button and for a moment nothing seemed to be happening; but suddenly, the gear quickly snapped to her skin, clinging onto her like wet clothing and started beeping. Needles ejected deep into her flesh and she let out a breathless scream. She staggered forward, falling to her hands and knees. A painful, pulsing sensation seemed to have been consuming her entire body--torturing her nerves, tearing into her muscles. The girl began to lose vision and panic over her abrupt loss of control and reactions became more violent by the second. Out of rage towards the insufferable pain, she stumbled back against the bed, growling and screaming as she tried to tear the equipment off, but it wouldn't budge. She couldn't take it. Tears pricked the backs her eyes and she slammed her fists into the floor. Then the agony began to simmer down to a simple throbbing of the muscles. Panting heavily, her breaths uneven and her chest heaving, she weakly pulled herself to her feet. Her vision had yet to focus, and she was seeing double of the numbers on her clock, but as the images finally aligned, she began to feel exhilarated by this new feeling. Her eyes sank to the floor in front her, noticing the two dents that her fists left in the linoleum. Turning her hands over to look as her palms, she flexed her fingers.


She blinked against the overbearing lights of the arena, grunting at the thought of how different this would be from the matches back in Kenner. With her and her opponent's augments, she wasn't sure what to expect. They allowed her to have to her guns, which she thought was beyond overkill, despite the fact that they were loaded with rubber instead of bullets. The only weapons she ever used in the ring were her fists and her skills with using knives probably weren't as keen since she only had to stab someone once in her entire life... And still barely missed. She stepped out on to the floor, looking back over her shoulder briefly as the doors closed behind her.


"I'm ready when you are!"


Her head immediately snapped towards the sound of the voice, her heart slamming inside of her chest in an instant. Her palms grew clammy in her in equipment and her eyes face hardened. Her eyes made out the sight of a smaller girl in a dress and pigtails, but despite how harmless a dress and pigtails seemed compared to a full-body kevlar suit, she knew she couldn't afford to let her guard down. There was an instant contrast between the two girls: The readiness and enthusiasm of one, and the unresponsiveness and cold demeanor of the other. Who the hell paired them together?


Fight, Penny thought. That's what Penny would've thought, at least. In this new form of hers, she had to be Kit no matter what. However, she would still hold on to her ambition, even though she was no longer fighting for her mother's life.


She approached the center of the arena, not responding to the girl, but waiting.


@Mitchs98

 

[Mitchs98]

@Daisy589816


Ribbon

Ribbon watched curiously as the woman across from her slowly approached the middle of the arena, she immediately noticed the gun however and silently prayed it had rubber bullets. Surely it did though, and despite the potential to break bones, it wouldn't exactly kill her. Besides, her kevlar on her chest could probably block rubber bullets easily. Shrugging she walked up to the center, roughly the length her ribbon blade could reach before losing too much force. Upon further examination the woman looked frightened, and rightfully so. Ribbon would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous, but this was mostly meant to be training so she was equally excited about that.


"I don't think I got a chance to meet you at the party. I'm Allison, but I'm called Ribbon now." She greeted. "So uh, I guess we start?" She added, looking around and not noticing any form of clock or official timing mechanism. She didn't really want to start with a sneak attack either, but taking several rubber rounds to the face at this distance should the woman in front of her decide to take advantage of the situation wasn't exactly preferrable either. "On your go, I guess." She eventually told her, settling on hopefully a fair start for the both of them, holding her ribbon like a whip.

 

[IthacaAlexandria]

Aurora shook her hands. After the party last night, she was able to talk to Michael a little more and had fiddled around with the weapons she had been given (not that she knew that was what they gave her). She was able to figure out some things, but she had no idea how to use them practically. It looked like she was going to have to wing it in this arena.


She bounced in place in front of the door. The bookworm had read a lot about fighting and how to use grenades, but she assumed that putting it into practice was a whole other story. She also assumed that the persona she was facing had more experience doing these kinds of things. She sighed. Maybe this encounter would shred some light onto what she could actually do.


@LadyMatsudai

 

[Daisy589816]

Kit's immediately planted in the ground, assuming a ready stance as the girl approached her. Waiting for the cue was definitely awkward, but what was even more awkward was how the girl just happened to have started a conversation with her. She couldn't quite decipher what the unexpected friendliness was about at that moment or tell whether there was motive behind it or not. Remaining unresponsive, she decided to save the amiable introductions for after. One who knew of Kit's past could recognize that she had difficulty distinguishing the arena from the dented, makeshift cage in New Orleans. Her sterling gray eyes were cold and barren and her emotions seemed to have been wiped clean from her face. Though no acrimony was shown, her poker face seemed too ominous to find even remotely kind.


She wants me to go first...


She quickly drew her Beretta from her holster, swiftly stepping off to the side as she fired two shots without another second of reluctance. Winging it, her mind got to work in an instant.


@Mitchs98

 

[Kiroshiven]

Morning came all too soon for Demon. He had barely gotten any rest after tossing and turning to find a comfortable spot. Standing at over 13' tall, with four arms, and satyr legs made it difficult. However, he found a bit of sleep but the blaring alarm disturbed that. The alarm sound came from a speaker that quickly found itself hit with a large piece of steel. The sparks that flew from it were mesmerizing, but Laura quickly reprimanded him for that behavior. Demon sighed and followed her along waving goodbye to Marble as he was led to the rest of the group. He recognized the group from the night before, but now they were all silent and it made it rather peaceful. Good.





The tram and elevator rides kept Demon separate from the rest. Laura kept him calm letting him know that it was just to make sure that he didn't get hurt or hurt any of the others. He was glad to have her near him, if only because she understood how to speak with him easily. They were led into a hangar at which point Laura vanished from his side. "Laura?" He called out as he looked around frantically. He couldn't find her, but he did see a person on the other side of the hangar with a lance and a shield. Did he take Laura? Demon's instincts started to kick in and he felt his rage and desire controlling him. Crush.





Turning around, Demon took hold of the massive steel door in his hands. The sound of metal being ripped apart echoed in the hangar. He cleanly tore the door in half with brute strength and a grunt. Kill. He let out a roar as he took hold of the metal and began to charge. This person did something to Laura and he was going to make her pay for it.


@TheLoneRook




Feather continued to analyze each of her companions until she grew bored and went to bed. I'll figure out their abilities at some point. We'll need to guide everyone to work together. She went back home and spent the time cleaning and inspecting the pistol she was given. Electropulse rounds? Heard these were hard to come by and here I have seven magazines worth, plus more if I need them? Feather smiled as she took apart and rebuilt the gun. When the siren went off, Feather was startled, but merely moved out into the hall to be met by Joeb. Some mutant that they had stuck in charge of the group.


Feather witnessed each individual reacting differently. Some were still dealing with awe, others were dealing with fear. Feather was bored. After the party last night, she'd come to expect the people pulling the strings to spare no expense in this. It was like the others couldn't use their heads to predict what would happen. It's only the newbies from what I can tell, that girl Vex and the other Overgrown aren't here. That means they're testing us. More than likely in combat. Feather immediately glared at Rook. She wanted to fight him and teach him the meaning of "hell hath no fury". She grinned as she started to whistle, the only one in the group that seemed to do so all the way into the hangars.


And there he was. "This is just too damn perfect!" Feather started laughing as she lifted herself into the air. They didn't need to give he a signal, she wanted to fight this like no other. She readied her pistol in one hand. Five hundred feathers that grow back in thirty seconds each. Something tells me keeping at least half is what I need for flight. That means I have two hundred fifty of these feathers I can use, but it'd be too much risk to fire them all at once. Feather continued to stay in the air as she watched Rook twirling his maces. And I need to avoid those. Distance is my strength and I need to keep him at one. Feather smiled as she waited for Rook to make the first move. He was an unstoppable force in one direction based off his name, she need to make sure of it though.




Fox, though pleading with the good doctor that he was fine and could go back to his room, wound up spending the night in hers. He offered to share the bed, but she wouldn't allow it and spent the night on the couch. He was quickly able to fall asleep and woke up the next morning to the blaring siren. "Welp, I hope that's not how they plan to wake us up EVERY morning." Fox chuckled before he stood up. He felt some slight stiffness, but after walking with Margaret to his room to collect his Nodachi and several glass bulbs that were in a drawer. Fox was already raring to go. They made their way over to the shuttle where Joeb met them. Fox nodded warmly to the man as Fox took his position for the ride over.


Margaret stuck close to Fox the whole ride and even on the elevator. He smiled as he thought about what it could mean, but became distracted by clear skies. It was something amazing being able to see them without looking through a window for once. He felt the smile plastered on his face and then a warmth in his hand. He looked down to see Margaret was holding it. Seems Gegorio is a distant memory. He returned her grip as they walked. However their hangars to fight in were right next to each other and they had to separate.


"Relax Margaret." Fox gently ran his hand through her hair and down her cheek. "They're just testing our abilities. Do what you can. I doubt they put you against the giant anyway." He smiled. His carefree attitude was something that should help her. He leaned and whispered. "I'll win quick and come over to watch. If they try to hurt you, I'll kill them myself." he leaned back and pulled out a glass bulb that he'd found in his room. He had already figured out what the numerous bulbs were for. He pulled out his pipe and quickly took a puff, pouring his hallucinogen cloud into the bulb. "Use this should things get scary, just remember not to breathe it in." He slid the bulb into her pocket behind the cover of his tails before walking toward his hangar. "I wish you all luck." He called out to the other competitors as he stepped inside to see one of the two women with wings standing across from him.


"Vampire was it?" Fox called out as he tried recalling the names his ears had picked up on last night. He took a deep breath from his pipe and let the billow of smoke roll out as he spoke. "I think they were kind of prejudice when they put you and me together." He laughed at his stupid comment. "I mean it's the battle of myths right? A kitsune and a vampire duking it out for dominance?" He took another drag of his pipe and let the smoke out and watched it start drifting around the room. It'll take a lot to get this place filled to the point that I can get her to breathe it in. However, if I can get her close enough to grab onto her. Fox finally let his tails drip the poison that they were secreting. Each one seems unique. Several are neurotoxins. One of which may paralyze if I can get it into her blood stream, guess that means I should draw my other weapon as well. Fox pulled out his Nodachi with one hand. Normally wielding a weapon as nearly as large as him with one hand would be awkward, but with his new body it just felt natural. And now the games begin. Fox let out another puff of smoke into the air as he waited for Vampire to make her move.


@Mitchs98




Aqua left wishing Ignis a good night. She'd learned a bit about him during their chat. He had a wife and kids and he'd do whatever it took to see them again. Just like for my brother. Aqua went to her room and noticed that it wasn't a bed, but a bed sized pool of water to sleep in. They're considerate enough of my power to make sure that I'm not going to wake up in a lake again. Isn't that sweet? She nearly spit as she thought about it, but exhaustion had started getting to her and she crawled into her pool. The water was warm and she quickly drifted off to sleep.


When the alarm went off bright and early, Aqua was already awake. Her regular schedule was earlier than that and thanks to her power she had already been doing her warm ups in her own personalized jet pool. Just because I'm a freak doesn't mean I should slack on my training. She threw on her robes and grabbed her chain sword. She smiled as the links fell apart and reconnected on demand. Good. I have a weapon for all ranges. Water for long, sword for shot, and the extended sword for mid range. She had figured Ignis was right when he mentioned the fighting as possible training and so she was ready for it. Aqua collected herself and forced the water not to leave her skin as she made her way to the shuttle. My best guess is that they'll put me against Ignis. Fire vs Water is a classic showdown. Aqua didn't even notice the area around them until she was standing in the hangar. She suddenly looked around and noticed it wasn't Ignis across from her, but the fish looking girl from that night. Despite the changes, Aqua couldn't help but wonder why the woman looked so familiar.


"Hey Fish? Do I happen to know you from before this bullet shit? Your face seems familiar." Could she have someone I met during the Olympics? Aqua wondered as she waited for the girl to respond. Despite that though, Aqua already let the water flow off her body and it started forming a puddle in an instant. The rate of flow wasn't something Aqua could control, but she wasn't going to let herself lose an advantage if she could.


@Lungfish

 

[TheLoneRook]

Rook sighed. As predicted, Feather remained at distance, hanging quietly in the air. Admittedly, they were both smarter than to run in blind. He knew his own patience, and he could guess hers. If it came down to it they could both probably sit on opposite sides of the hangar and never so much as breathe the same air for hours on end, but Rook was reminded of Joeb's words. The less he played along, the more likely his head was to be placed on a nice stick.


He decided the best approach was a slow one. A charge would be expected, a leap even more so. Rook walked, if not loligagged. His hammers sat at his sides, but he wasn't worried about keeping his guard down. She had a torturous eye to her, thinking herself some kind of dark angel come to strike him down. His own eyes might have held the same glare, were he not so good at maintaining a blank stare. His tail scraped against the ground like he was dragging a cinderblock behind him. He walked slowly, and refused to break eye contact. He had options. To strike, to walk, to stop. The only thing that really mattered was to insure that his opponent had no clue as to what his plan was.


The trick was going in without a plan.




"Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK."


Demon had seemed mildly spooky at first. Now, charging top speed with a goddamn door the size of a HUM-V, he seemed a lot less spooky and a lot more life-threatening. Saint lifted her lance and engaged the thruster. The roar on her arm was a calming opposition of powerful sound to Demon's death call. The lance itself was retracted, the body of the weapon looked more like a jet turbine than a lance, but she knew it could deploy within milliseconds. She needed a plan. Thankfully, Demon was very far away, and while he was fast, he wasn't quite fast enough to clear the space in less than a minute. The helmet she wore had a plan, somehow. Her HUD outlined the door that Demon was carrying and displayed a nice bright red text saying "DISARM?"


"That's a fuckin' great idea." replied the small woman to her new best friend.


The HUD seemed to respond to voice commands as it plotted a dotted line from her straight to the door in the thing's massive hands. The thrusters seemed to rev up in anticipation, the shield on her other arm retracting into a more aerodynamic form, folding across her arm. "ENGAGE" said the HUD. Lyra figured if her robosuit friend was so confident, she should probably grow a pair herself. Tensing her legs, she ever-so slightly tapped the thrust button on her lance.


She'd never experienced the joys of flight before in her life, nor had she ever clocked in at 400mph, so needless to say the sound she made when the lance shot was less than battle-worthy. Even still, her body fell into position well and she streamlined forward. Her lance impacted into the flat face of the door and the weapon deployed, intensifying her impact velocity that much more as the door was ripped from Demon's hands and sent barreling into the wall on the other side of the hangar. Lyra's momentum put her some 50 feet further off after the blow, and while she managed to hit the ground feet-first, the sliding shield-for-a-break stop she made was less than graceful. She managed to spin herself around at the end of her long journey and face her newly-extended shield back towards her successfully disarmed target. The word "HOSTILE" was still brightly painted on his body in her helmet, but no matter. He might be a massive scary guy, but at least he was a massive scary guy minus a fucking bunker door.


@Kiroshiven

 

[SniperBus]

Lila was prodded awake by her sister, who then left immediately after to head to bed. Lila looked in her direction passively, barely recognizing what was going on. She got off the bar and left after her, stumbling her way to bed. She probably fell over more times than a drunken rhinoceros, and it was if she was determined to look like one.


Lurid woke up to an intense, throbbing pain in her head. Her mouth was dry, and she felt like the world was spinning around her before she had even moved. She looked at her hand, and it didn't stay in one place. When she got out of bed, she covered her mouth and ran for the sink. She threw up all of the nothingness she had consumed, then rinsed out her mouth with the sprayer on the sink. Filthy.. She thought, washing her hands. She made sure the entirety of her mouth and hands were clean, then slowly walked over to where her suit was. She put it on slowly, her fingers stumbling constantly, making the entire process harder on herself. Eventually she had the suit on properly, and it compressed slowly until it fit her skin perfectly. Lila picked up her weapon, marveling at how light it was in her grip. She slung it over her shoulder, and despite it being taller than her, it compressed quite a bit to let her walk without looking like a hunchback. As she left the room to go after her sister, she put the ammo bag over her shoulder and fit the helmet on.


As she left the room, one of the escorts with guns put his hand out, stopping her. "Sorry, but we can't have you and your sister travelling together. It's too dangerous." Lila just leaned on the door-frame, waiting for her sister to walk out onto the elevator. Why can't we just stand next to eachother for like, ten minutes? These guys... Lila was shoved along at gunpoint by the man, and stood in the elevator, glancing over at her sister quite every few seconds. Then she was taken to the top floor, still at gunpoint. "If you lose, I'll kick your ass harder than the bitch who kicked it first." Said Lyra, waving her way. Lila smiled beneath her helmet, despite her headache and dehydration. Classic Lyra.


A minute or so later, she was in the massive hangar they used for fighting. Lila took her helmet off for a moment, shouting out to the other side. "WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT, ANYWAY?" Without waiting for a response, Lila started running and put on her helmet, unslinging her gun from her shoulder. She pressed a button that made the gun swap from railgun to assault-rifle mode, and put in a massive magazine filled with rubber bullets. Lila stopped halfway through the hangar, watching her enemy passively. She fired off one of the eraser tips with a glorious purpose in life at Lamia, waiting for what her reaction would be.


@Verminlord

 

[Kiroshiven]

Demon watched as the armored person bolted forward and bashed the door away. It wasn't needed. He roared out as he turned with all four hands clasped together. "Give Lauren!" He slammed the the ground as he turned to face the challenger. The ground rattled and shook as it broke under the weight of the force. The cracks and wreckage heading toward his opponent. He let out another massive roar while picking up the four boulders from the shattered ground. Without much effort he threw the massive objects toward his opponent. The rage he felt was insatiable. Kill. Destroy. Crush. His instincts called to him as he barrelled forward behind the boulders his two lower hands sunk low to punch forward while the top two were clasped together to smash down on the knight. Save Lauren.







Feather watched as Rook began his slow approach. No no no. That's no fun, they want to see what we can do right? Then dance for me. A vicious smile appeared on Feather's face as she flung her wings forward shooting twenty feathers toward the man. There were only about six that would hit him. The others were in case he moved. She needed to see just how strong and fast her opponent was. It was all about how she managed things that would win her this match. She knew she couldn't kill him, but making him bleed a bit was perfectly fine. The propulsion from throwing her wings forward pushed Feather towards the wall, but with some slight adjustments she merely pushed off it and away from Rook using her feet. This is rather interesting. Flying will take some getting used to, but his is impressive.


@TheLoneRook

 

[Mitchs98]

@Daisy589816


Ribbon

Ribbon shrugged as Kit remained silent, they were about to fight after all, and she guessed she might not be coping as well as her either. Sure enough, Kit eventually made the first move drawing her gun and firing. Now was the time to see if those bullets were real or rubber. One hit her kevlar and felt like little more than a poke, so she assumed they were rubber, the other hit her in the shoulder. She winced in pain from the force of the blow from this close up and made not that it broke the skin slightly.


No matter, she could deal with this much. Here goes nothing..She thought to herself. Bringing the ribbon back she brought it forward in an instant, aiming directly for her shoulder. Kit had an advantage still, however, due to the fact she has guns and Ribbon didn't bring hers. Oh well, these blades happened to be perfect for her due to how light they were.


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@Kiroshiven


Vampire

Vampire grinned at his comment, and also took note of him trying to fill the room with smoke. A valiant effort but one that could backfire if he wasn't immune to his own drugs. "Never thought about it that way, guess you're right." She told him, laughing lowly and briefly. Then she saw the sword, holy shit that was a big sword. No matter, as long as it was just a normal big ass sword her wings would probably be able to take the brunt of the damage.


It also seemed he was waiting on her to make the first move, typical. Sighing she drew her tonfa scythe from her belt and ascended off of the ground a few feet with two powerful flaps of her wings, being careful not to fly to high and end the fight early by flying into the overhead smoke. In one swift motion she shot forward like a bullet, spiraling towards Fox, tonfa scythe held tightly.

 

[LadyMatsudai]

Margaret felt the soft touch of Fox's hand caress her hair and then rest on her cheek, her sapphire eyes locked on to the yellow glistening eyes of the foxman and nodded with a little relief to the idea there was no way they would put her against Demon...it would be unfair on both fronts but most likely with her. But still nervous, Margaret leaned in a little closer towards Fox again to his lips leaning down towards her ear to whisper, her shaking starting to relax to his promise he would finish his fight quickly to come back and watch her fight to be moral support. While the promise to kill the others if they tried to harm her was not the most gentle approach, Margaret still nodded to the knowledge Fox would be there for her. Her eyes widened a little to the sight of Fox pouring his smoke into an empty glass bulb before he started to slip it into her pocket under the cover of his numerous tails. Touching the top of the bulb to examine the contents inside, Margaret looked back up to Fox and nodded to show she understood. "Please be careful, Fox..." she begged, watching him walk away to the room beside hers and call out sportsman cries to the remaining members of the team beforehe marched into his own testing chamber. Left alone, Margaret slowly walked through the door to her own chamber, stepping through the second wall to look around at the vast arena, eyes trailing to the opposite side to finally look at her opponent.


The doctor remembered seeing the other woman at some points throughout the night but after her encounter with Fox and attending to him for the rest of the night, Margaret did not have the chance to speak with her, let alone even find out her name. Her hand tightened its grip on her bo staff as the other hand gingerly touched the top of the glass bulb Fox just gave her. She figured the other woman was just as nervous about this as she was...neither of them knew what the other was capable of, or at least that is what Margaret assumed. Maybe a brief introduction would make things a little easier.


"Hey...I'm Margaret..." she called out to Aurora, hoping it would start off a little friendly.


@Kiroshiven @IthacaAlexandria