ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ ᴀʀᴇɴᴀ // Closed

[Eternally Beyond]

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➤Enter the Compound
➤Enter the Monster Arena
➤View the Contestants
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Check out my other roleplays!
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[Eternally Beyond]

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INDENT The family you knew and loved has just sold you. It's not like they were financially struggling. They could have been tight with money on a shoestring budget, but by no means were they desperate. They could have had plenty of money but they still sold you. This phenomenon - the selling of their own offspring - is not unheard of in the current day and age. It's actually unusual to keep your child once they've changed.

INDENT It doesn't happen to all people. In fact, only about 1 in 300 adolescents suffer from the mutations that have come to be called Mach. Those suffering from the Mach change over the course of two weeks to three months. The cause is unknown. These changes could be major mutations that alter the entire body or they could be minute, afflicting only a limb or two. Regardless of the severity, once an individual has been affected by Mach, they are rejected from society. Their families are shamed by the existence of the child afflicted by the Mach. There is only one place that will take them, and so the children are sold as soon as their changes are discovered.

INDENT The Monster Arena is a show that is broadcast globally. It has unprecedented success in every country it is aired in and has become the most successful form of entertainment available to society. The Monster Arena is where individuals that have been mutated by the Mach are pitted against each other in unscripted fights, often to the death. The "monsters" are bought from the international Monster Market by the wealthy, who profit off of monsters that win fights in the arena. Once purchased, monsters are transported to a massive compound centered around the physical arena where the Monster Arena show takes place. Within the compound, purchased monsters live in housing built by their owners. They can either have the house to themselves or share residence with their owner, fellow monsters, or both. Their owners are responsible for the well-being of their monster; that means food, healthcare, clothing, shelter, and hygiene. They lack the rights that humans have and are possessions of their owners. Thus, their owners can choose to treat their monsters however they wish - though it would be a huge financial loss if their monster were to die, as even the weaker monsters cost an exorbitant amount of money. During the day they can do whatever they please (unless their owner has scheduled training or other activities for them); with the exception of the arena and the private property of others, the compound is free for the monsters to explore. Though don't try to escape - the compound is walled and patrolled by armed guards.

INDENT During the night there are scheduled Monster Arena fights, which are entirely controlled by the owners. Monsters can and often do die in the arena, either due to a merciless opponent or the rules of the fight simply being "to the death." It's not a good life that the monsters have to live, but it's the only life. Will the monsters fight friend and foe alike until there is only one standing? Or will the few caring owners in the compound change the way the world treats the monsters?

INDENT The arena is similar to the Roman gladiator coliseums. The building is circular in shape with platformed "arena"-styled seating. In the center of the circular structure is the fighting pit. The pit has a concrete foundation with a thick layer of dirt on top of the foundation. There are some scant features in the pit for variety's sake, but nothing to provide secure cover in battle. Tall, thick, impenetrable glass surrounds the walls of the fighting pit to prevent the audience from being harmed. For those with poor eyesight or those that are seated far away, there are large screens above the highest of the arena seats, along with high-power lights like those used in baseball stadiums. The arena also features ten private boxes, one for each owner of the monsters set to fight that night. Any unoccupied private boxes can be used by a spectator for a hefty price.

INDENT When the arena is not being used for its nightly matches, the fighting pit is opened for monsters to practice and train. During the day, monsters currently within the Monster Market can be sent to the arena to practice fighting with other monsters. While monsters are training in the arena, the two exits of the pit are guarded by armed security to prevent escapes. Owners without a designated training room can also send their monsters to the arena to practice. During practice hours, there is no medical team on staff and so any wounds, accidents, or fatalities must be dealt with by private parties. Any human injuries, accidents, or fatalities will be the fault of the monster or monsters involved and, like all monsters that harm humans, they will be sent into the arena for a death match.

Original concept by Maya Freana

[Eternally Beyond]

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Make sure you are acquainted with the main thread's rules because - although they are not listed - they still apply.

If you are interested in joining this roleplay you can find all the info on how to apply in the main thread.

The usual roleplay etiquette applies. Don't god-mode, don't bunny, don't auto-hit, etc.
This is especially important in this roleplay. There will be fighting so I expect everyone to be fair.
You can't dodge all hits, your attacks are not at 100% accuracy, and you won't get far with your arm cut off.
Be reasonable with action. Most importantly, communicate with the person playing the character that you are fighting.
Negotiate the flow of battle, what attacks will connect, how much damage something will do, winners and losers, etc.

No one dies without the player of the dead-to-be's consent. That means any fatal attacks
on that character will fail until they are ready to consent to the death of their character.

Only I can announce the matches for the arena, and I will make my decisions based on discussion in the OOC.
If no decision can be made / no one volunteers, I will make a selection to the best of my ability.

This topic is only for arena fights, so keep activities around the compound to the main thread.
Once a fight is over and the characters leave the arena pit / medic ward, take it to the main thread.
Similarly, in the main thread, once characters enter the arena they are expected to make their posts here.

If you have questions I encourage you to ask in our OOC. I or our other members would be
happy to tie up loose ends if it means having another member in this roleplay!

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[Eternally Beyond]

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TONIGHT'S MATCH:

Style: STYLE
Method: METHOD
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Every night the arena opens for business. The arena is similar to a gladiator coliseum in that it is a massive, circular building with theatre seating. In the center is a dirt-floored pit surrounded by tall, bulletproof plexiglass. The arena is free to attend, but unless you are a resident / monster owner you must pay to enter the monster compound. The monsters are not allowed to wear armor or use weapons (unless the weapons are provided exclusively for the fight, as per the fight's rules). There are several different arena styles: PvP, Battle Royale, and Team. In addition to the arena styles, there are three different arena methods: Submission, Call, and LMS. Below are the explanations for the styles and methods.


Styles

• PvP

Player versus Player, or 1x1, is where one monster is pitted against another. This style involves only two monsters in the arena pit at a given time.

• Battle Royale

In this style, numerous monsters (more than 4) are placed in the arena pit at once. They are not divided further and are left to choose their own targets.

• Team

In Team style, there are an even number of monsters. Pre-arranged teams (agreed to by their owners) are put into the arena pit to fight against each other. Friendly fire is not forbidden, but is unusual in Team style.

Methods

• Submission

A fight that uses the Submission method can only be won when one side of the arena fight yields or admits defeat to the other. The method of admitting defeat is decided prior to battle and could be anything from a certain key word to the use of an instrument (flag or whistle).

• Call

The Call method means that the monsters will fight until one owner admits defeat and asks the referee to stop the battle. If neither owner admits defeat, the first monster to die is the one that loses.

• LMS (Last Man Standing)

Last Man Standing is a fight to the death. The last monster alive is the winner.

[Eternally Beyond]

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Orc the Destroyer
property of Deckard Wrynn
RANK 1 (POPULARITY)
Salverelli


Bonemaw the Bloody
of the Regent House
RANK 2 (POPULARITY)
Whispering End


Hollow the Junk Golem
of the Regent House
RANK 3 (POPULARITY)
`MaliceMizer

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ARENA RANKING: TOP 3 BY WINS

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Bonemaw the Bloody
of the Regent House
RANK 1 (WINS)
Whispering End


Orc the Destroyer
property of Deckard Wrynn
RANK 2 (WINS)
Salverelli


Celcius the Frost Bite
of the Levite House
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Obsidian_light213

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TOP 3 OWNERS BY REPUTATION

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Deckard Wrynn
Lucia, Orc, Cade
REPUTATION RANK 1
Whispering End


Nadia Marielle Rechant
Gnasher, BK-201, Eirwyn
REPUTATION RANK 2
Kurohimemiya


Calissa Marielle Regent
Bonemaw, Hollow, Tatyana
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Kurohimemiya

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[Trigger Knight Navarre]

Faust Banjo Crossfield
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indentFaust had made his way to the Monster Arena to watch the morning training in one of the private spectating boxes. The sun was bright and lit up the arena quite nicely. The private box was a great place to watch the Machs train safely as it had a viewing screen to watch any action during matches up close like the giant view screens above the arena. The monsters varied from minuscule to hulking frames, men and women, beautiful to grotesque, menacing to fragile looking. It was like setting up a play and all the players were just making their way in now.

"I wonder what kind of players we have today? I hope I can find my purchase during training."

indentFaust dug through his coat pockets and pulled out a small lollipop. He unwrapped it, placed it in his mouth, and then leaned forward to watch the Machs begin their training. Machs were such fascinating creatures. Once human and then altered by some unknown substance that appeared out of the blue. Like the Black Plague, but not so.... gruesome. They held power that people thought were only fantasy. Faust never did quite
understand why they were treated differently just because they were "different". It was just another form of racism, a form of racism that Faust neither agreed or disagreed with. To him, Machs were just as human as any non-mach.

"I wonder if others would be willing to watch the morning training with me? Well only one way to find out."

indentFaust pulled out his phone from one of his many coat pockets and then began to text to people he thought would be willing to join him.


To: Ms. Red / Lilliana Naillo / Leo Luca / Malkuth Levite / Araceli Connelly
From: Faust B. Crossfield
Message: Would you like to join me in spectating the morning training today? It's ever so lonely watching by myself.

Sent and awaiting reply. Faust turned his attention back to the Machs and they were already getting into it. He saw some tough looking machs punching each other to build up their threshold to physical punishment. While the more dainty or fragile looking machs focused more on their dodging.



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Celsius was not one to complain about her situation; actually she wasn’t much of one to say much of anything to anyone. She was not a people person, nor was she a Mach person. She really didn’t like much of anything for that matter, or maybe it was just that she was indifferent and not so much that she just hated everything. To be quite honest though, her time without an owner was becoming rather dull. She didn’t crave the excitement or the incessant bother of being around “polite” society, no that wasn’t it. She particularly didn’t like being locked up and kept there for hours at time with nothing to occupy her thoughts. If she had to be sitting around, she would much rather have a book to read or a violin to play. She really just hated being idle.

So when she was roughly removed from the confines of her cell, and lead towards the arena, well her curiosity became piqued. She was not owned, and as far as she could tell it was not yet evening. So just what were these creatures up to? Celsius kept her icy blue stare on the backs of the men that escorted her, not bothering to look around or get an idea of where she might be headed. She appeared indifferent, and she really was.

Finally a pale light glowed at the end of the passageway and before long she was stepping out into the arena. This was different than what she was used to. It was quite, and bright, and rather empty. What was she here to do exactly? The question floated through her mind as she stood in place looking around with that indifferent look on her face. Out in the sunlight it was easier to get a better look at the Monster. She was about five foot six inches; her body was lithe but still appeared strong. Her whitish-gray skin was marked with what appeared to be black tattoos. She wore clothes of a simple fashion that gave way for free movement. She looked more exotic then she did a monster, save for the cold look in her blue eyes.

Celsius started to move about the arena, getting a feel for the place she had fought so many battles in. To be honest, she had never really gotten a good look around and since she really wasn’t sure what else she was supposed to be doing she figured she might as well look now. She was fully aware of the man sitting in the stands watching those that were let lose into the arena. She noticed some of them were sparring, but for the most part she ignored them too. She couldn’t be bothered with their petty ploys for attention, she would rather have and owner and get out as of this hell-hole as much as they did. Celsius was not some puppy dog that did tricks; she was not going to jump through any damn hula hoops.

She kept to herself, dragging her fingers across the wall of the arena, leaving a trail of frost and icicles clinging to the wall were her hand froze the water. Her frosty eyes kept to the space in front of her as she ignored the jeers and calls from some of the more... confident Machs. She managed to ignore the calls, knowing they were trying to tempt a smaller looking Mach into a fight just to impress the spectator, she was not about to be baited. That was until a spike of sorts lodged into the wall just inches in front of her.

Normally, Celsius was not one to jump into this type of confrontation, but as she stared at the oddly fashioned pike, she started to lose it. Her head turned slowly, her icy leer falling on a chuckling Mach. She kept her eyes on the creature as her hand grasped the pike and ripped it clean from the wall it was embedded it. In the next moment she had swiftly crossed the distance between herself and the assailant, removed his legs out from under him then drove him into the ground with her forearm. She placed her hand at the center of the beast’s chest and pressed down firmly as she drove the spike she had ripped from the wall into the ground right beside its face, clipping the ear. “Insignificant creature, you are lucky I didn’t put this through your eye socket.” She growled, and then pushed herself away from the Mach with the hand that was placed on its chest. The place that her hand had been was now black, the skin dying from the cold of her touch.

Celsius walked away, eyes blazing. She had been baited, and now she was just annoyed.


||OOC: Outfit is and typically will always be the one shown in the picture. Unless stated otherwise||

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XXXMisha LaurentXXXCrow

▶▶▷Crow sat in boredom as he watched some new and old train in the room, training was rather boring to him. Not just because it was an attempt to train your body and mind for a real battle but because he was horrible at it. The only time he seemed to know what he was doing was in an actual fight, not these fake punch a bag 300 times deal. he watched idly as the new ones tested their powers out some were shocked, in fact they feared themselves from the looks on their face. Some gave off a matter a fact look, and then there were the one's that actually needed to be here, the ones with that look of dominance in them. He had had that look himself at one point, then he learned better, it had been a close call this learning lesson. In fact he was lucky he still had both his lungs. It was one of the toughest battles he ever had and surely there would be more to come.

The first spectator arrived, he wouldn't be the last. It was around this time Mach's started trying to 'impress' or show their massive force. This was usually by causing a small dispute or simply showing off a display of their power in say a rather flash fashion. Lucky for him he didn't have to work to hard. His owner had given him off practically, he was sold as a low priced Mach for reasons unknown, maybe to give those just starting a chance for success. He didn't care, all he knew was that he had an owner.

Usually having an owner was better then staying in the 'up for sale' zone. Being for sale usually meant you got a little metal bed with a toilet that seemed like it was from the early 20th century. As for the food, it was worse then the s**t kids got in school, in fact he wouldn't be surprised if they didn't serve that stuff to domestic animals. If someone could put up with all that and manage to not get killed by every other mach on their high and mighty horse, then maybe it was the best life ever. Aside from the lack of anything considered good.

His eyes wandered the room left and right there were a few new guys looking in his direction. As he sat their he could tell they wanted to start something. Crow wasn't in the mood for that. He gave his palm a slight cut with the ring on his thumb and produced a rather devious looking blade from it, a good 8 feet in length. Width usually didn't matter as all that mattered was the sharpness and one good look was enough to scare off most intelligent beings. The hostile eyes returned to their owners and with that crow let the blood back into his body the wound sealing almost instantaneously.

As he kept watching he noticed what he knew would happen sooner or later. A lone Mach walking by herself simply minding her own bushiness in a nonchalant fashion and then the trouble maker with the look of delinquent plastered all over his face, well what would probably be his face. The only thing missing was two other guys behind him with the same look. He watched in a silent manner finding a small amount of interest in the dispute, the girl seemed interesting just from the way she looked. His interest proved worth while. In an instant the girl appeared in front of him obviously holding the upper hand. He grinned a little, seems she would be a good picking for whoever chose her.

Standing up he stretched in arms to the sky, or in this case the big piece of glass keeping him in there. He could tell a pair of eyes was still following him, a guy who looked a lot like a skeleton with a lot of muscle, kind of like Bonemaw just a bit more...fragile looking. He started walking letting his senses stay alert. He welcomed a fight, of course that meant one needed to hold up to his standards. Walking straight down the middle of training Mach's he waited for the response he'd get.

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~Malinco~

Malinco sighed as he was led down a long corridor, hands cuffed in front of him with iron bands and a leather muzzle like thing on his face. Since his display of his power in the arena they had taken to putting this on him to prevent him from using his unique mutation, though he really wouldn't anyway since it wouldn't get him anywhere but dead. Malinco sighed as for the third time the guard behind him poked him in the back with a sharp object, his way of saying ' move faster '. Like he could! If the guard wanted him to move any quicker then maybe he should be poking at the one in front of him, but poking him seemed to be much more fun then the guard.

Malinco wondered if he was being taken to the auction house now, since every Monster got bought and sold constantly and he was currently Masterless. Not that he really wanted one, but they would take care of him and he wouldn't be left to starve. He hoped his performance made him at least a bit noticeable, he had seen the ones on TV cower and the like and they were just passed around really or sent into death matches. He didn't think he could kill a person, it just wasn't in him....But no when he finally came into the light they just left him, making him glance around in confusion. Oh this was the Arena, was he supposed to be in a fight?! No that didn't make sense, he was still cuffed and there were no hoards of people screaming for blood. So......what was he doing here?

He sighed and just shook his head, his wings fluttering slightly before pressing to his back to make himself less noticeable. He hoped no one thought what he was wearing was odd, the people that brought him thought it would be fun to dress him in what looks like Halloween clothing to him. But he supposed it went along with his looks so he didn't complain too much, they had fun acting like he was some doll. Even though he looked less alive then a corpse unless you looked at his eyes.....oh well. He notices a couple of other Mach, wondering about them and hoping his weak looks didn't give cause for him being picked on.

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Faust Banjo Crossfield
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indentFaust let out a light chuckle when he saw a whitish-gray skinned girl pull a pike out of the wall and then take down another mach. It was a magnificent display of both elegance and ferocity. She obviously had temper, but it added to her charm. He looked to the wall she was at previously and had noticed that it was slightly frosted over. Faust was very happy to have arrived as early as he did to the training today. So full of life and beauty.

"My my my, she certainly doesn't seem to fond of the others. I would love to see her in an actual fight. The way she is dressed, I can only see her dancing about the battlefield only to provide her opponent with a swift end. Cold yet elegant, fierce yet graceful, tis but the way of beauty. How sad to see her like that though."

indentFaust was more admiring than actually analyzing the female mach. She had caught his attention but he did not permit himself to be absorbed in only one. No, instead he gave applauded her silently with an almost inaudible clap and then turned his attention elsewhere. He saw some machs trying to impress him with shows of strength. Too bad for them that Faust looked more in machs than just brute strength. It was usually the more fragile looking ones that proved to be able to handle themselves better in the arena than those relied on physical girth.

"Oh? What do we have here?"

indentFaust caught a glimpse of a male mach cause himself to bleed only to have it forge into a long, thin blade. It was truly an incredible sight to behold. Faust's interest into machs were only increased the longer he stayed to watch them all display their themselves. He couldn't help but act like a child watching his favorite t.v. show every time he glanced over to see a new mach. It was as if a whole different world had unfolded in front of him. He shifted the lollipop in his mouth from his left cheek to his right. He kept mental notes of the ones that caught his attention.

"I wouldn't want to make him bleed too much should a fight ever break out against him. His style of combat may be a bit too morbid for my tastes, but I must admit he has style when he wishes to be left alone."

indentFaust was simply doing a personal evaluation of all the machs that he took interest in. It didn't seem as though a whole lot of them were trying to hide what their powers were. And those who did were either not very good at it or didn't show it yet. The mach that was dressed like he was going to a ball for the living dead was one such mach who didn't show his power. Maybe it related to why he was cuffed and muzzled when he walked into the arena. Perhaps he simply didn't want to reveal his powers. Either way, the ones who dressed him certainly were going for a theme.

"Oh I wish they didn't bind the machs like that. At least allow them to be comfortable during training. Besides, how can one fully understand a mach if they are not able to display their full potential?"


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Celsius’s eyes darted to the spectator just as he gave her a silent applause. The girl scoffed, her temper still heated from the confrontation. She had been baited, against her desired played the performing circus animal, and was no receiving applause for her efforts. This annoyed her greatly. She kind of wanted to shot the male a mean look, but part of her knew that that would only encourage the spectator, so she restrained herself and went back to ignoring him and the other Machs in the arena. She had changed her mind, she would rather be sitting her tiny little cell then be the spectacle she had just made herself.

Her icy leer darted to the sound of silence coming from where the other machs had been practicing. Striding amongst them was a rather cocky looking, more human like in appearance, Mach. Idiot. She thought, rolling her eyes. Even if he could properly defend himself, whey pick a fight with well everyone. That was just pointless. His attitude didn’t really help either, it screamed that he was just out looking for trouble. As much as the bigger Machs like to pick on the weaker looking ones, they also relished a challenge, in any form. This one, he was challenging them. It was stupid, maybe some kind of male dominance thing.

Celsius returned her gaze forward, losing interest in the male and his attempt to spark up a fight. She was still slightly annoyed at herself and planned on finding a place where she could sit and brood in silence. She was still promptly ignoring everyone else though, so when something warm grazed her shoulder, she acted without thinking. Maybe it was just the fact of being in the arena that made her jumpy but whatever it was, the moment whatever it was touched her shoulder Celsius drug a nail sharply into her wrist, quickly forming a thick 8 inch long needle of frozen blood and pointed it right at the eye socket of what she assumed was another assailant.

When her eyes finally caught up with her quick movements, she saw that what had touched her was a bound Mach, dressed like some Halloween character with these bright violet eyes. He was just standing there, not doing a single thing. And here she was pointing a horrific needle of solid blood at his eye socket.

||Another wee lil' post! Sorries!||

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[SaintDango]

XXXMisha LaurentXXXCrow

▶▶▷It started with a whisper...something like 'go get that ********' or some other form of encouragement. In truth, Crow wanted a fight, he hated sitting around in the training grounds. He glanced back to find that the mass had vanished as if into thin air. He continued his steps slowly, one after the other, then he heard the earth beneath him tremble. A claw like structure uprooted itself latching to his leg. Time to play dead. He had found himself in situations like this before and usually had a good idea what to expect. Taking a deep breath, he let the arm grapple onto his leg purposely taking a step forward as he his the ground face first. In that instant he was suddenly dragged beneath the earth, his body vanishing in a small hole that seemed to be capable of only holding a mercat or something of a similar size. All he could feel was the earth all around him, maybe the rookie wanted to bury him, maybe he wanted to kill him, both options weren't to far apart from each other. He continued to hold his breath keeping his nose plugged from the dirt, his hood kept most of it out of his ears as well. It was surprising the clothe didn't break to much. He would have to pay his respects for his dead owner another time.

As the ground continued to move past him he struggled purposely for a bit and then went limp. Most of his plan was based on the assumption that the brute would want to showcase his new prize. There was a brief pause, the world seeming to tighten up as they stopped and then the earth opened up revealing the skeletal figure and his new found corpse. Or what looked like a corpse. Crows arm bleed steadily, although he made sure to keep most of it in close reach, he didn't need to waste it all on the ground. He felt himself get lifted into the air a small chuckle emitted from a certain group, seems he got the delinquents. The bone mass laughed triumphantly flaunting the limp body around so all could see. Of course, that is until the body started laughing with the group as well. The beast knew he had been tricked and was quick to react as well, just not quick enough. A sickle like flash of red flew past his eyes, and the next moment the body dropped to the floor, along with a good bony chunk of his fingers. He reached for his hand and let out a low moan of pain taking a few steps back as he did so. Obviously the guy hadn't learn to take to many punches with this new body, never the less lose a few limbs. Crow lay on the ground for a few seconds before picking himself off and wiping off the dust."Try not to cause problems here in the training grounds m'kay? It's not worth dying before even getting into a real match." He smiled like the b*****d he knew he was and started walking off before pausing and turning back "Oh and I hope you can regenerate those little fingers of yours, and if you do, you might want to make them a little tougher next time" he continued walking, the old timers that somehow managed to stay alive remained unimpressed and they shouldn't have been. He hadn't done anything none of them could have done, in fact he did the bear minimum most of them would do. He stood next to an older fellow that had been in this hell hole long before him. Jacky was his real name but to the public he was known as phoenix, not because he had any power involving flames but because he was a hot head in his first battle. The name didn't really make sense but no one cared, why should they, after all it was better then being known as...Jacky.

The male simply nodded to him and continued whatever it was he was training himself to do. Crow glanced around the stadium still seeing only the man in the hat. Hopefully that wasn't his owner, he wasn't to fond of men in general, let alone ones that walked around in hats. He still had no clue who the person was though so if that man actually ended up being his owner, it was going to be a long set of years, that was of course assuming he'd live long enough to see those years. Looking around the complex once more his eyes wandered and observed. The group that had been paying attention to him lost their need for dominance, the 'weaker' group continued to do their own thing. He was glad about that. His one taboo was if the guys that were in all technicality, tougher, started beating on the weaker ones. He hated it, despised it to his very last bone, of course that maybe made him seem like a hypocrite considering what'd he'd just done but he didn't care. At the very least he knew that if that were to happen while he was around he'd do what it took to stop it, sure he was a jerk a lot of the time but he still had a heart... figuratively anyways. As his eyes still wandered he came across another man in a hat, was he seeing double? No this one had a more, hallow's eve-ish look to him. All the hats in the ******** world were gathering here. The girl he had noticed before seemed to just bring a bit of trouble with her here and there. As he watched he saw her bring up a rather sharp eye poker out of her hand, that was when he noticed the color. He grinned a little, blood was the game. Patting Jacky on the back as he headed their direction, the costume seemed tied up which was rather interesting in itself, even more interesting to himself was the fact that their was someone else who utilized their blood. Jacky simply grunted giving the trouble maker the eye before returning to his own devices.

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~Malinco~

To say Malinco was horrified was an understatement, he hadn't been expecting to be attacked so suddenly. Instinctively he backed up rapidly, plastering his back to the wall. With his hands bound in the cuffs and a leather muzzle on his face he couldn't even defend himself, his breath coming in harsh muffled pants. He thought about making a break for it, but there were others. He had noticed the leers he was getting, with his power sealed he was easy prey. Really all he could do right now was run away, but it would only delay the problem. He really wished he had mutated horns or claws or wings that actually worked, instead he looked like a Living Dead Doll!

Trying to seem non-threatening he bent his knees slightly, pressing against the wall and making himself seem smaller. Maybe if he looked weak and pathetic enough they would take pity and leave him alone, just long enough to possibly get this annoying muzzle off! It was designed so he couldn't claw it off himself but he could find a knife or something, or some clamps to get these cuffs off. His bright violet eyes remained focused on the two nearest him, the woman whom threatened him for no reason and the male that was close but not too close to him.

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