Of the Crowd and Blade: Rebellion ((Full for now))

Certain events have freed you, what will you do as the forces of the Arena hunt you down?

Run, and never stop running	13.8%	[ 4 ]
Hide and hope they can't find me	3.4%	[ 1 ]
Fight alone, and take as many of those bastards with you as possible	17.2%	[ 5 ]
Band together with your previous competition and fight back	41.4%	[ 12 ]
Die	0.0%	[ 0 ]
Join them, having employers with seemingly bottomless pockets and influence has its perks	3.4%	[ 1 ]
Poll whore/no opinion	17.2%	[ 5 ]
IDK I only came here to be a gladiator!	3.4%	[ 1 ]
Total Votes:			[ 29 ]

[Dusk001]

(Oh, no. Ohhh no. I clicked Edit instead of Quote. Oh godddddd

EDIT: And I can't get the previous post back. Argh, I was proud of that one, too. Oh well...Shall we just forge on?)

[Endless Wake]

((Awww, I have done that before. XD You are not alone my friend. And yes, onward to glory!!))

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The Steel Rose

Jeanne polished off the rest of her copper colored tea and leaned back in her chair, listening to the dried and cracked wood protest and creak. She giggled a bit as Gerik mentioned beating him in a contest of drinking spirits. She would be lying if she said she couldn't hold her alcohol, after all, you sometimes need to drink a soldier under the table to get his respect. More recently though she tried to avoid anything that would cloud her judgement, which was probably for the better.

"And strong of noggin! Last time I drank competitively I wound up passing out and breaking a table with my head as I fell." she replied, rubbing the back of her head as if it had happened yesterday and the bump was still there.

She nodded more serious now, never enjoying when she had to take the life of a warrior. In a way she saw all the warriors down here as part of her family, even acting as a motherly figure for those who had hard times adapting to life as an owned fighter. She ran a hand through her short golden hair, brushing it out of her violet eyes. She thought about all the lives she had ended, knowing that each one of them only wanted freedom and yet it was her job to deny that freedom, and it would remain her job so long as she remained Grand Champion.

"They probably start looking for and rounding up new combatants as soon as the drop off a shipment of them. I'm more curious as to how they are able to collect such impressive warriors so easily. As you know, most of the time you just wake up and you are bound and gagged in the back of a horse drawn carriage with several others who look just as confused and scared as you." she added, leaning forward and placing her forearms on her thighs, turning her gaze to the ground.

"Well you are a big target with plenty of targets. Besides, chicks dig scars." she added, trying to lighten the mood. Jeanne then slid off her gauntlets and set them on the table, showing Gerik her hands, scars criss-crossing across her fair skin. "Most of my body is like that, and unfortunately men don't seem to like scars on their women. They also don't seem to care for women who kill people for a living." she continued before slipping her gauntlets back on.

[Dusk001]

Gerik
Sternheart


The large man smirked into his combed beard - about the only part of him that was well kept - Jeanne told her tale. He chuckled briefly, though the sound of humour was cut short as he noticed her expression become a solemn one, his own matching instinctively. He listened to her speak and held his tongue until she was definitely finished.

Gerik was grateful for her attempt to lighten the mood, and he made his own effort, as he hauled a grin onto his craggy face.

"I remember when I woke up like that one day. You should've seen it, the others howled with laughter, I looked like I'd been trying to warm my bed with a bale of hay! Strands sticking out of my beard and hair, clinging to my arms!" He chortled and reached over to a miniature keg balanced precariously on the table they sat at. His dented flagon was once more in hand as he jammed it under the spigot and turned the tap. He listened to the liquid flow until it reached the top before he shut it off, the flagon placed rapidly to his lips.

A swig or two later, he wiped his mouth and the surrounding hair dry, a grin on his face.

"I know that, at least. I still recall the time that lady threw down a hankerchief in the middle of the fight, screaming like a banshee for my favour!" Gerik threw his head back and his laughter boomed forth once more. It bounced off the stone walls until it sounded like a chorus of bearas were roaring away. When he stopped, he shook his head at Jeanne, and wagged a meaty finger back and forth. "Now now, the only fellers who think that way are the foppish lot, and they're the ones that you want to throw your sword at, instead of your affections!" Gerik gently chastised, a good-natured gleam in his muddy-brown eyes.

[Endless Wake]

The Steel Rose

Jeanne laughed a bit as she imagined him curled up with a bale of hay, his large arms wrapped around it as he hugged it like a his significant other. She then looked up to the stone ceiling above them. Her violet eyes seemingly gazing through the building and up into the sky that she would only see when she was in the ring. For four years now she had been a prisoner here, left wondering what the people she knew back home thought happened to her. The arena was nearly seven hundred miles from her homeland. She was certain that no one could know that she was here. To them she must have simply vanished into thin air.

"So, what will you do once you win your freedom? Maybe go find a real mead hall? I know the stuff they give us barely even passes as safe for consumption and even they I worry about it. Maybe go chase some skirts? Find a tavern wench with a lovely pair of.....assets." Jeanne asked, giggling as she did.

Freedom wasn't something that Jeanne had the luxury of dreaming about. At the most she could only hope for a quick death once she met her match. Still she couldn't allow that to happen either. Extenuating circumstances demanded that she continue to reign as Grand Champion and continue to kill. Shaking those thoughts out of her head, Jeanne looked back down towards Gerik. She was sure he would win his freedom, he wasn't foolish enough or ego driven to challenge her and he was a very skilled warrior which gave him that advantage. Even still, those who won their freedom were never seen again, even friends of hers that promised to come back and cheer her on were no where to be found. They were not people who would so quickly go back on their words which gave Jeanne pause about the prospect of freedom.

[Dusk001]

(I hope some other people join soon! I want some fighting, yarrr! cat_pirate )

Gerik
Sternheart


Gerik took the chance to watch Jenna when she looked up to the ceiling, leaned back in his chair as he was, flagon of mead in hand. The pensive look on her face didn't last long, Gerik left with no way to percieve what the formidable woman had been thinking. Her next question made that very clear, however. Gerik was thrown momentarily, as he bought time by taking a deep pull of mead, foam bubbling on the hair ringing his upper lip before he wiped it away. He snorted, amused, when she mentioned tavern wenches, and waved a hand dismissively.

"Nay, that would be too easy an endeavour. Not sure which would drop faster, the boasts from my lips or their drawers when they hear I was a fighter in the great Arena!" Gerik replied with a short laugh, and slapped his knee.

When Jeanne met his gaze again he paused and closed his mouth. The man peered at her one bushy eyebrow arched. This time, he knew what she pondered, for he had done so many times before, also.

"They may have just been carted back to their homelands. I may, when my time comes, be it in a casket or a fancy carriage." Gerik murmured, drowning his disbelief in amber waves. He placed the flagon down when it was empty, and stared at a knot in the planks that made up the table. "If I win my freedom, I reckon I shall return to visit my parents for a time. Then I will hang up my weapons and armour until whence I need defend my hearth." The man continued, and tugged at his beard. He refrained from broaching the subject of whether Jeanne thought she would ever be free. He had done so only once before, and he still remembered the resigned look in her eyes.

Inwardly, he shuddered. But outwardly, he offered her a bracing smile and folded his thick arms.

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((I just got a profile so at least one more person will be joining up. :3 ))

The Steel Rose

Jeanne once again couldn't help but laugh at Gerik's jokes. She would be said to see him go, he was a wonderful break from the normal gloom and doom in the bloodworks of the arena. Then as he spoke of what he would really do, she nodded, listening intently. It was a wonderful thought to be able to hang up the mantle of a warrior and just settle down. She had been groomed to be a warrior from the day she was able to stand up right. Entering service when she was only thirteen. Killing her first man shortly afterwards. She laughed a bit to herself. She didn't even know how a woman should act when not in armor.

Gerik didn't ask about freedom for her, but she figured he deserved at least some sort of answer unlike last time. "If I get out of here, I think before I retire from fighting I will find the proprietors of the arena and pay them back for the years of my life they stole." she stated coldly. She had more than that planned should the time come, but that was all anyone needed to hear right now.

Still the thought of the arena doing anything that benefited anyone except themselves was hard for Jeanne to swallow. Carted home, it was possible, but some of the people who were freed lived very close to the Arena, some of them were avid attendants before their interment. She didn't need to worry about this right now though, she had enough things on her plate that would lead to her greying before her time.

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Kai-O
The White Shadow

The bizarre looking warrior known as Kai-O gave a sigh as he was brought into the living areas. At both sides were a couple guards chatting about when they captured him.

"I tell ya, he's gonna be pretty popular here. I head he took out like 20 people before he was caught." One of the guards smirked and looked over at the much taller Kai-O.

"It is Rude to Stare. Perhaps you should quite Right now. Before Death Claims You." Kai-O mentioned almost poetically as he was brought into a room where he noticed two other warriors near by. Right then and there the guards left Kai-O on his own in the room. The White Shadow eyed the large burly warrior and the female fighter. Interesting. But he didn't care right now. He wasn't willing to make allies. Especially not in this current situation. He walked over to a table and sat down to have a meditation session. He would need to figure out a way out of this mess. "To return to my True Home..." He soon muttered.

[Dusk001]

(Must have more!! )

Gerik
Sternheart


"A good plan." Gerik rumbled after Jeanne made her intentions clear. He was no longer joking; he approved of the woman's audacious plot, and if he still remained when she won her ticket out, he would step up to her side, even if it was just to fight beside The Steel Rose rather than against her. He knew which he considered the greater honour.

His reply died in his throat as he heard the door open with a creak. The mountainous man twisted his head around to watch some manner of outlandish fighter. As near as he could tell, their eyes met, but even that observation was difficult to make, thanks to the ridiculous helmet - if helmet it was - that covered the man's face.

Gerik didn't make a sound as the being seated himself, his lips set in a hard slash across his face, matching the scars that stretched taut when he grimaced as he was now. For whatever reason, the unfamiliarity of the newcomer's appearance made him wary. Not afraid - Gerik had not been truly afraid for a very long time - but he felt akin to a bear that prowled through the forest, and found itself watched quite boldly by prey. Then their eye contact broke and Gerik sat up, his good mood evaporated. He no longer felt complacent enough to slouch, as he turned his head back around to face Jeanne with a unreadable expression.

[Endless Wake]

The Steel Rose

Hearing the iron doors creak and screech caused Jeanne to quickly turn towards the entrance as a man in strange armor was escorted in. It was clear that the influx of new warriors was starting. She wasn't very old, but in her short life before arriving here she had seen many lands and never had she seen such a warrior. It was clear that the new warrior wished to be alone, immediately locking himself away in meditation. Still, sooner or later Jeanne would have to lay out the rules for him. Another "perk" of being the Grand Champion. More recently, it seemed like the guard who brought in warriors couldn't even be bothered to lay out the rules of the arena, leaving Jeanne to do her best to get everyone on one page.

"The guard said that he took out twenty people before they got him. That is strange, everyone I have ever talked to was taken in their sleep or were awake and were drugged. They must be getting desperate to try taking someone fully capable of fighting back." Jeanne whispered to Gerik, partly because she didn't want to disturb the new warrior but mostly because talking against the arena was not encouraged for her in her position.

Taking periodic glances at the strange man, the Steel Rose continued to try and read him. He seemed like a very serious and distant person which were the most dangerous to her. They usually would do whatever it takes to be free, even if it means challenging her. She hoped it wouldn't come to that, for she had grown tired of killing since her days as a proud and somewhat arrogant general.

She sat up as well, still sitting more like a man than a woman as she turned her attention back to Gerik. She could feel the unease in the air. An atmosphere she was used to which arrived with every new warrior. It was a period when veterans of the arena sized up the new competition and most new bloods tried to avoid angering anyone for fear of being challenged.

((I'm advertising in the Barton OOC, if either of you know people would be interested or you wanna try fishing for recruits some where else, that would be awesome. :3 FYI: I freaking love hard apple cider. <3 If my posts start degrading that would be the alcohol making me the stupidz. XD ))

[Dusk001]

(*clinks his Bulmer's Pear to your glass* You and me both. I'll try and find some people. razz )

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((*holds up me woodchuck bottle* Yay! May your search be fruitful!!!))

[Dusk001]

(Got a link to the OOC search so I can bump it?)

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((Here it be. biggrin OOC Recruiting ))

[Waist-Low Pleasure]

________Alice Yuri________
"Crimson"

"C'mon, Show me that you belong in this arena..."

Alice stepped from the carriage along with her owner, The old man's bodyguards, lined up around him, placing her in front of him and they began to walk, hearing the observers scream with delight as another fighter had made their way to the show, giving them another person to watch in the arena, She remained quiet and attentive as The old man and his guards departed from her to go elsewhere, leaving one of the Arena's guards to take her to where She needed to be. The guard pushed open large iron doors, leading her inside where She saw other fighters.

The guard gave her a push inside, stepping inside and the guard immediately closed the door behind her, She scanned the area, her eyes solid white looking around as She walked closer and took a seat on one of the benches, examining the aura of the other three fighters in the room with her. "2 Humans and what seems to be a Demon..." She said to herself, giving a grin, feeling a bit more confident in herself as She sat there, her eyes looking down at the ground.

"...If not, then stop wasting my time and let me kill you..."