ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ ᴀʀᴇɴᴀ // Closed

[SaintDango]

XXXMisha LaurentXXXCrow

▶▶▷ Crow grinned at the leaving immediately proposition "Sure just let me get my things...got em!" He watched quietly as the female had her little personal moment with what looked like the king of Halloween, he simply ignored the social contact until they were back on the move, he wasn't one used to such things, at least anymore. As he followed behind her he eyed the guards with dagger filled eyes obviously he had changed since the last time they saw him. Usually he didn't have guards escort him to matches, mainly because he took an extreme disliking to them, not because they were human, but simply because he didn't like their smug look that most of them held. As it turned out the girl apparently was able to get her way. Russian girls got some persuasive power. he grinned at the guards as he walked past following obediently behind his future owner. Walking beside her now he listened quietly to the words she spoke nodding as it seemed appropriate. As they walked through the parking lot he glanced around for some for of dark massive vehicle, weather it be a SUV or a limo, in the end it turned out to be a car. Not so mainstream after all. Taking a seat he simply waited quietly allowing the sense of a sort of false freedom sink in once more, maybe he'd actually be able to sleep without his legs getting turned into an accordion. He glanced over at the announcement of possible guests "Well it's your house to do with" he said leaning back into the chair as they drove off.

(O.ut O.f C.rayola: It's fine couldn't ask for anything better, also sorry about how my posts are gradually getting smaller -w- )

[Trigger Knight Navarre]

Faust Banjo Crossfield
Location: Arena
Company: Malinco

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indentFaust gave out another chuckle after listening to Malinco's explanation of why the watermelon lollipop never tasted like watermelon. It was nice to know that he would have some "informative" company on his way home. It seemed that things were slowly dying down as the sun was reaching it's high point of the day. There was much to be done and Faust wanted to make sure he could do them all. He felt the warm press of Mishka's lips against his cheek as she slipped a card in his hand. She soon walked away with Crow and told him it was wonderful to meet him and that they should have dinner sometime. The mind made a light joke of her words. It's a date then were the words that floated in his head.

"Yes, I will be sure to call you sometime."

indentHe gave them a gentle wave goodbye and then offered his motioned Malinco to follow in turn. He had filled out the paperwork, introduced himself to his new friend, and now all that was left was to head home and get him acquainted with the staff.

"Come my friend. It is our turn to take our leave of this place. At least until later tonight. I want to get you used to your new home.Afterwards, I'll write it down as we go."

indentMaking his way to the pit entrance with Malinco at his side, he passed by the guards with his usual smile and made a quick call for his chauffeur. It wasn't anything fancy, though it wasn't what you would expect either. It was a simple car, that was driven by another one of his female staff. She tipped her hat at Faust and Malinco as she opened the door for them. Faust let Malinco in first and then took his seat next to him and then made their way home.

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OCC: It was a bit rushed and I am sorry for dragging you around Dark, but I think it covered what we needed to.

[Miyuki no Sabaku]

Eirwyn

Eirwyn looked at the confused bird-woman before her, giving her a sympathetic look.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not Abel," she ground out, beginning to get slightly irritated. She quickly swiveled around, giving Drakonus a fierce glare along the way, to face the human that had walked up to her. She looked kind enough, but Eirwyn had seen plenty of Masters that had seemed kind at first but turned out to be completely sadistic. She had fallen for those type of people in her early years after her parents had passed away, but had quickly learnt that nobody had her best interest at heart and that if she trusted somebody, it always ended up as blood and pain, hers to be exact. She gave the woman a slight glare (softened by the frozen tear tracks on her cheeks) and finally answered.

"Been here for 3 years. Nobody wants me because to them, I'm a liability, having killed my first owner when I was fourteen, it's also one of the reasons they keep me locked up in the pits of the arena. I'm not going to lie to you. I'd do it again if giving the chance. He stole everything from me, the very last thing I had to my name, the last of my innocence."

Eirwyn looked like she was ready to say something else to the woman, but as her body started shuddering in pain, she decided to wait and let the woman have a turn to speak.

[Kurohimemiya]

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INDENTThe glare didn't phase Nadia. She'd talked to enough Maches to know that she'd get reactions like these. She listened to the girls story. Killed her first owner who had taken her innocence? Nadia fought back her rage at the injustice that must of been done to drive her to that, though the slight nagging fear in the back of her mind was also present. What if this girl killed Nadia too? Sighing, she already knew what she was going to do. She didn't need to hear anything else about the girl, she knew all she needed to know. Usually, Nadia liked to give a choice, but this time... she knew the girl wouldn't trust her to provide her with better living conditions just because she had talked to her. She also knew that if a Mach went too long without being bought it could mean bad news for the continuity of their existence. "Come along then. Let's get you out of here. I've got two others leaving with me today, and I'd like to get you all settled in. Their names are BK-201 and Gnasher." Turning, she began to march off, checking to make sure the young girl was following. She beckoned to the gate closest to the paperwork and payment site, and pick up BK-201 and Gnasher in her wake. "Come my dears, let's get you home." She filled out the paperwork and wrote out a very fat check for about half of what her last modeling job had paid her - which was a lot - before leading them to the car she had arrived in. Her chauffeur, with nothing better to do today, had been kind enough to wait, so she ushered her lovelies into the car, got in herself, and closed the door behind her as the Chauffeur got in and drove off, heading for home.

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I'm a talking to someone ⤇actually, no I'm not.
I just feel ⤇ready for home.
You know where to find me ⤇The arena.
Admit it, I look fabulous!

[Obsidian_Light213]

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cεℓsiυs

Celsius watched with icy indifference as first Crow left with the raven haired beauty and then Malinco with then man that could probably be the little one’s brother. Throughout the day some of the other’s left and other’s joined the sparring session from the cells below the arena. All in all, Celsius didn’t really care too much about the going ons of the arena. She had already been told that she had been purchased, and that she was to fight this evening. It was unlikely she was leaving then, she figured she would either be leaving after the fight, one way or another. Either carried out or walking out, she didn’t care either way.

The rest of her day passed without any interference. After her first display of power with the annoying brute and then her interactions with Malinco and Crow the rest of the crowds had lost their interest in fighting the second seat Mach. With this new found solitude Celsius did what she normally would, brooded. She sat like she normally would, butterfly style with the bottoms of her boots separated by about an inch; one hand poised firmly atop her right knee and atop the other knee rested her elbow, her head in her hand. Her icy eyes watched the Machs as the sparred, her leer probably able to freeze flesh.

When night finally came and she along with the others were lead back to their cells, Celsius leaned against the back wall, waiting. She knew what was to come; it wouldn’t be long after the sunset. When they came for her she pushed herself away from the wall and allowed them to lead her into the arena. She was not the first to be introduced, instead she heard the name Bug the Blue Snare. Bug, the name itself was enough to get a rise out of the icy female. Celsius didn’t like bugs. The nasty things were on the long list of things that Celsius hated.

This, along with her naturally cold demeanor, frosted the atmosphere as the white skinned female was urged out of her holding place and into the lime light. Initially she blinked against the harsh light, something she hadn’t seen in a fair amount of time. The once dull roar swelled with the appearance of the second seat champion. She didn’t play to the crowd, she didn’t even look at them, but for some reason they still cheered her on. Her blue eyes found the horrible blue bug that she was supposed to be fighting. It was awful, it really did look like a bug, and to make it worse it didn’t even bother with the common decency of clothing. It was gross; the thing brought a disgusted sneer to the ice woman’s face.

As if to make matters worse the thing had a weird sheen to it, like it was sweating. It was terrified, as if that wasn’t obvious by the look on its face. Pathetic, Celsius had absolutely no compassion for it.

It sounded for the fight to start, Celsius didn’t move from her spot, wondering if this thing would even make a move toward her. It didn’t, instead it backed away, trying to create distance between the two. Celsius was only becoming more and more disgusted by watching it. Finally something in the girl snapped and she charged the girl, hearing the bug’s ear piercing scream as she stopped just inches from the insect. “You are useless.” She said as she inspected the pathetic creature. “Fly away little insect.” She spat as she dug her finger nail into her white flesh, eyes following the creature as it fled.

She turned her body as the thing moved about the arena, but didn’t chase after it. As the blood flowed from her vein and the needles of her own blood formed she threw them at the nasty insect, each one found its mark, but only did minor damage. Before long Bug the Blue Snare was covered in fresh, bleeding wounds and Celsius had not a scratch on her. As this pathetic display continued the thing became shinier and shinier, both with the blood and this “sweat”. The longer Celsius toyed with it, the worse it got and the worse it got the more disgusted Celsius became. When Celsius finally stopped the flow of her blood she charged the blue insect again, slammed it against the wall with the palm of her hand.

As soon as her hand made contact with the blue skin, she felt that what was coating this creature was not sweat, but instead a slimy substance. Even though the substance wasn’t water it froze as it touched her white skin, becoming solid as Bug’s body slammed against the wall. Her eyes flashed and she jerked her hand away, bringing the solid slime back with her. Where her hand had touched the blue skin it was already black and dead looking, even though she hadn’t had her hand there for long. The insect was howling with pain and trying to scramble its bloodied and now partially broken body away from Frost Bite.

Instead of immediately following after the pathetic bug creature, Celsius slammed her frozen hand against the wall, shattering the frozen substance and leaving only small crystals of the substance clinging to her skin. “Disgusting creature.” Celisus said as she turned her head and watched the creature try to crawl away from the girl. Celsius caught up with her quickly and wrapped her cold hands around each of the insect’s shins, destroying the skin and the blood cells before standing up and swiftly breaking each shin with her foot, leaving the Blue Snare howling in pain another time. Celsius wasn’t sure why this match hadn’t been ended yet, but it could only mean that this was a call match and that this little insect had one sadistic owner.

Celsius loomed over this creature, not about to just let it crawl around. Maybe if she just messed the thing up a little more its owner would start to feel bad and end this pathetic excuse for a fight. Repeating the process that she had taken with Bug’s shins, she broke the creature’s forearms. By now it wasn’t even coherent, muttering, crying, trashing about in pain. It was pathetic. There wasn’t much else Celsius could do to this thing either. It couldn’t run away and it useless wings were no saving grace. This thing was as good as dead if the fight went on any longer. As a last act of “compassion”, Celsius used her boot and rolled the incoherent bug onto its stomach, knelt down and ripped off its useless wings with her bare hands before tossing them to the ground.

Celsius wasn’t even sure if this thing was conscious anymore, it wasn’t really moving. Her icy eyes drifted to the man who was supposed to call the match, and make this all stop. He did nothing but look back at her. Her eyes drifted to the large screens that displayed the match in vivid detail, she saw he own white skin and icy blue eyes, looming over this unmoving creature. Her skin and hair shimmered with large and small crystals of the bug’s frozen slime. The spectators cheered her on, displaying the thumbs down sign as if they were watching an actual gladiator match. Slowly she lowered her eyes back down the insect, knowing that this fight only had one end.

Once more she rolled the creature over with her boot, and stared at its lifeless face. She opened her vein another time and created two needles before the wound sealed. Her eyes held no compassion or sympathy as she drove the needles into the insect’s eye sockets, penetrating the brain and killing the creature. Celsius really hated bugs.

ʺғɾost вitεʺ

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[Eternally Beyond]

“Whoever said money cannot bring happiness must not know where to shop.”
_________________________________________________ absalom ᎷᎪᏞᏦᏌᎢᎻ levite
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INDENT Charity dinners were droll. Some foie gras and fine wine later, the subject of the party hurried his brief speech to depart his own party early. An urgent matter had come up, he assured, and so left the scene as quickly as he could. If only jets could fly quicker! By the time he landed, the arena was open for the night's matches. His would be the second, he recalled, and hailed a chauffeur to bring him to the arena.

INDENT By the time he arrived, a private box was already secured and waiting for him. Malkuth made his way up and holed up within it. From there, he paid special attention to the match. The swell of noise from the crowd highlighted moments of particular interest as Bug was toyed with like some mere plaything. There was a lull in the noise. Was it over? No, that was too soon. The crowd didn't cheer! He had money banking on Bug's death. If she didn't die here, there would be no example set, he wouldn't regain his dignity, his pride would be forever wounded by that insolent thing! What was happening? He couldn't see. He needed to see. Malkuth raised a hand and tugged the strip of black cloth from around his head. He ran fingers through his hair to return the volume to parts that were plastered down. He moved to the window and beheld the situation with his two perfectly functioning dark eyes.

INDENT There was a cheer from the crowd as he watched Bug's wings being ripped from her body. What a disgusting sight and he noted that the wretch was, yet again, without a scrap of clothes. Despicable! He was justified in his decision to have her killed. The white-skinned girl of ice was still after tearing off those useless wings. Why was she hesitating? Finish her. Finish her off! As if his thoughts had been projected across the stretch of distance between the pit and his private box, Celsius turned and peered up. No doubt she was looking at him, and as if from that gaze alone he felt his skin prickle from some chill - real or imagined. She lowered her gaze to that corpse beneath her boot. Malkuth smiled to himself as he watched her finish the job he so knew she could carry out. What a wonderful purchase that one would be!

INDENT With Bug dead and Celsius the victor, Malkuth pulled the loop of black cloth over his head once more. His world was cloaked in blackness once more but he knew his way around very well by this point in time. He made his way through the arena first to collect the cheque for his bids and then exited the arena. He called over a chauffeur and waited by the door that monsters were brought in and out through. It was separate from the doors that humans used, of course. He was ready to meet his newest acquisition and take her home. Hopefully little Medusa and she would get along or he'd have to make a certain choice...

[Whispering End]

Being of former fame, or perhaps good behavior, one was afforded the right to watch fights live. As it happened, Rose had recently returned to the Arena. Her last owner had just given her up not a day ago. The guards knew her. Hardcore fans would remember the days of the Wild Arachnid. Those years had long since passed, however. She'd fallen into a bad habit of alcoholism after the one man that owned her did... something unmentionable. Of course, that infernal savage Bonemaw had stolen her fame as well. With a drink she'd managed to persuade a guard to get, she watched the fight with great interest.

It wasn't as if she was interested in Celsius's body or anything. No. On terms of attractiveness, she wasn't exactly a ten. Maybe a six or seven. Could have been an eight if not for the terrible personality. She scowled as Celsius took no time in tearing Bug apart. A sad sight to see, but she definitely thought the sniveling little Mach deserved her fate. If you weren't strong enough, you'd be weeded out here. Survival of the fittest ruled the Arena, and the little plebieans went absolutely wild as she tore off the girl's wings. She had to admire that. Celsius sure knew how to put on a show. Maybe she'd take Bonemaw off his pedastol? Who could say?

One might ask how a Mach knew so much about the inner workings. Well, if you weren't a total layabout and used the advantages you were born with, sometimes it was easy to get information. Rose raised her bottle to Celsius, even though behind the glass, it was impossible to see. In fact, it might not have been glass at all, and she was just in a room with a large television. It'd been years since she'd been at all interested in technological advancement of the outside world. The spider-like Mach finished off her drink and passed it to the guard who was rather lax around her. After all, a smart Mach knew not to bite the hand that fed you.

Rose frowned as it ended. It went too fast for her. There could have been better showmanship. Or maybe not. Bug wasn't really trying to fight back, and that meant it would have just been boring if it carried on. "Useless is right." She smirked and turned towards the wide door, to be escorted back to her cell with the others who had earned the right to watch the fights. She folded her arms under her sizeable chest and let out a sigh. Now that Rose was back on the market, she expected she'd be bought up soon. She had a reputation after all. Owners loved reputations.

[Obsidian_Light213]

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cεℓsiυs

The fight was over, that was obvious. Celsius did not look to the crowd for their approval. She didn’t look anywhere but forward for that matter. She turned and walked away from the corpse, showing no sign of remorse towards her fallen comrade, and unbeknownst to her, a fallen sister. She strode toward the place that she had entered, guards already flanking the entrance. No one touched the ice queen as she walked past them; she was always compliant, never once causing trouble with the guards. Casually she brushed the crystals from her skin, looking as if nothing had even transpired.

Soon Celsius was joined by another pair of guards, now flanked at each corner. The two in the front served as guides, leading her not to her old cell but to the place where the Machs were released from the arena and into the care of their new or former owners. Before long she lead out and in front of a man with silver gray hair, stylishly dressed, with a black blindfold covering her eyes, eyes that she swore she had met before ending the Blue Snare’s life. As the guards moved away and left the frozen woman and the man standing alone Celsius gave a half-bow of respect to the man.

Owner’s were the one group of people that the woman did not treat with her casual icy indifference. Instead she treated with a slightly warmed over respect. She never really understood why she had granted these people this privilege, for she hated humans just as much as she hated the other Mach. “My name is Celsius. They call me Celsius the Frost Bite, second seat arena champion. Honored to make your acquaintance.” She spoke in a deadpan voice, revealing no emotion to the man. Slowly she rose from the half-bow and her icy eyes fell upon her new owner’s face.

ʺғɾost вitεʺ

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[Eternally Beyond]

“Whoever said money cannot bring happiness must not know where to shop.”
_________________________________________________ absalom ᎷᎪᏞᏦᏌᎢᎻ levite
___________________________________________________________ Location → arena (now outside)

INDENT This one had a voice as cool and icy as her name. Malkuth was pleased with this purchase and his subtle smile showed it.

INDENT "And I am Malkuth Levite, your new owner. I hope this will be a profitable relationship for both of us. Come, let's go home."

INDENT With a vague motion of his hand, the chauffeur he had hired opened the door to the fine luxury car. Once the monster and her new owner were inside, they were taken to their home in silence.

(Short, but continued in main thread.)

[The Blue Element]

Myotis / Bat
Location: Inside the Arena
With: Others like me
Mood: Quiet, scared, unsure
Thoughts: What is going to happen now...?

Screams. She could hear screams. Gabrielle leaped from her bed, and rushed downstairs. Her mother was screaming, but she could not tell why. No, she was screaming about something... something on the floor. A couple of steps around her mother revealed what it was.

A formless figure, red hair, feathers, a wretched looking tail. The body moved. No, not body. Wings. It looked at her from under the wings, it's eyes red, evil. Gabrielle could hear herself scream as the demon attacked her.

Gabrielle jolted awake, a scream escaping her lips. She tried to look around in the darkness before remembering. Darkness. Never will there be true light again. The scream told her she was in a small enclosure. Echolocation, right. While it was not as magnificent of an ability as she had hoped, some sort of instinct awoke in her that was able to make sense of the echoes to help her sense of direction... to make her a little less blind than she was.

Something touched her hand, and she jumped before remembering about her tail and her wings. Yes, it was the tail that touched her hand. She placed the hand on top, the warmth somehow comforting. It had been several weeks. Her birthday would be coming up soon. Yet, it did not matter. She was a monster now. No one cared about her birthday.

Steps ahead. She stood up slowly, still adjusting to the talons. "Oui, monsieur?" Gabrielle said aloud as the man stopped in front of her.

"Let's go, bat" The cage opened and Gabrielle was brought to the arena floor with a little more force than was necessary. It resulted in her tripping over her feet and onto the floor. She heard the door close behind her. Once the noise stopped, she stood up, slowly, dusting herself off. Noises all around her told her there were people here. Instead of interacting, she worked to the edge of the arena and sat down there, feeling the wind blow through her hair.

[Mafian_Ace_of_Spades]

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:Tab:Hours have pass and still there is no sight of a new owner for the fiery Mach. By now most of the other low level Machs will be going crazy due to the lack of a normal life but this is not unusual for Ifrit. Sure at first he was driven close to madness when he was forced to live in such a confined and lifeless space for his first year but little by little he have learned to call this small confinement a home. Instead of letting his mind get the better of him he simply keeps his hands busy with his little hobby of crafting small glass figures. And since the owner of the market makes sure to supply his storage space with a bedding of sand he will have an endless supply of sand to use as craft material. If there was a clock in the room it would be ticking away but soon the remaining hours have passed and the cold moonlight is soon replaced by the warm glow of the sun. By then Ifrit have become engrossed with his hobby that he does not notice the shift in time but his attention snaps to the lone window when a stray beam of light hits his face. Is it really morning already? A smile is drawn across his face as the sunlight continues to seep in through the lone window until eventually the entire room is bathed in its glow. Now with the morning sun up that can only mean one thing. The fiery Mach drops whatever he is working on and walks to the steel door but stops and sits down a few feet away from it. He have been here long enough to figure out the routine. However looking over at the melted door lock does raise a few snickers from the guy. So many hours and the patrolling security guard have yet to even stop and notice the gapping hole in his door. Oh well...It will save him a lot of work later should he decide to go out on another one of his nightly escapades. After about a minute the door to the storage room creaks open and a security guard steps in, "Okay you abomination, you are free to roam the arena as you see fit. But no funny business!" The fiery Mach merely rolls his eyes after have been called an abomination. The words these people use to address Machs have start to become more and more colorful by the day but again that is something he have to put up with on a daily basis. If he was not so worried about being placed in a death match he would have slit the guard's throat by now but again he knows not to attract too much attention. The fiery Mach simply shrugs off the insult and follows the guard as they head down the dimly lit hallway.

:Tab:He looks about to find that the other unclaimed Mach have also been allowed out but this makes him wonder about what kind of Mach he would find once he reaces the arena floor. After all there has been some new additions to the market and he does want to see what they can do in case he is ever forced to actually fight/spar with them. They manage to reach the arena and the guard shoves the fiery mach inside only to quickly withdraw his hand. That woud be the third security guard who was dumb enough to actually touch Ifrit without any form of protection. Again the security guard curses at the fiery Mach because of a burn although it was the guard's lack of caution that have cause it. Ifrit can only guess that it is easier to blame other people for something bad than to own up to one's mistake but he is not about to try and tell the guard that. Those guys are too closed minded to care much for what a Mach has to say anyway. Once again Ifrit wonders about the arena this time being able to actually walk on his feet instead of having to crawl about the walls. Machs both new and old go about their daily routine of training and honing their skills while others spar with one another. A spar would be nice right now. It has been a long while since Ifrit had a good one-on-one spar and mostly because he does not wish to stick out. Most newly purchased Machs are toss into a match and the most dreaded of all is the death match which is something the fiery Mach wants to avoid at all costs even if it means a few more years in the storage room. But he knows that his time is numbered. If he does not find an owner soon his seller might be tempted to dispose of him before his price gets any lower. Shoving that thought aside the fiery Mach looks about the arena to find a lone Mach sitting at the edge of the arena all by herself. He is tempted to walk over to her and say 'Hi' but he does not know how she will react to him yet. It will be best for him to approach her from another angle. With the use of his claws, as well as the barbs on his wings, he latches onto the wall and silently crawls along its surface towards the lone female Mach. He manages to get close enough to make out details like the hair color and what position she was sitting in but stays far away enough so that his own body temperature does not give him away. By the way she is sitting down she seem rather sad which kind of concerns Ifrit a bit but he knows not to pry. Instead he uses the blunt side of his tail to tap onto the Bat's shoulder to see if she needed anything. If she wants to talk he will try to listen but there is no promise of him saying anything. If not he will find another person to bother or, if possible, find someone to spar with. After all he needs to keep up with his combat skills else he will become rusty which is fatal if he were to be thrown into the pit.


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The Blue Element

[The Blue Element]

Myotis / Bat
Location: Inside the Arena
Mood: Surprised, embarrassed, silly
Thoughts: Is he going to spar with me now?
With:

Mafian_Ace_of_Spades

Ifrit

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As Gabrielle was lost in her own thoughts, she listened to the sparring. Things like her trying to prove they were worthy of being bought. What was it that kept their hopes up? She started to shrug off that train of thought - negative thoughts would only upset her - when she heard noises from above. Damn near silent, and if it was not for her keen hearing, she would not have noticed it.

She had been paying attention to the thing walking on the wall, and did not expect a tail. When he tapped her with it, she jumped up and took a couple of hasty steps away before shouting at him - surprised. "Stupide, laid, bon pour rien bâtard, qu'est-ce que c'était?!"

Once the initial shock of the touch wore off, she rubbed her shoulder where he touched her, even though she knew he did not do anything. She shook her head a little, and then looked straight at the creature. That was when she realized he had a tail. Gabrielle could not help but smile at herself. She was not paying close enough attention. Again.

"I... ah... sorry, monsieur. I 'eard you, but did not notice zhe tail. Uh... You were trying to scare me, am I right?" Her tail was swinging a little violently back and forth, much like a cat who is irritated, but as she speaks, it's swinging slowly lessens until it eventually rests around her talons.

[Mafian_Ace_of_Spades]

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:Tab:Well that is unexpected. The moment his tail touches her the lady jumps out of reach as if she was being attacked. This caused Ifrit to climb up a few steps in case she were to try and retaliate but instead she starts cursing in a language foreign to him. But wat he can figure the language she was using was probably French since it contained the words 'bon pour' which is a dead giveaway. Sadly however the fiery Mach is not very fluent with the French language and can only raise an eyebrow in response to her cursing. She eventually calms down good enough to smile which confused Ifrit even more until she finally decides to apologize for her initial reaction. He was about to reply but his eyes become fixated on her tail which was swinging rather violently which, in turn, puts the fiery Mach on the defense. He have learned to read body language and by the way her tail is moving she was rather irritated but as her tail slows down he relaxes a bit more before giving her a reply, "Scare you? no no...I saw you sitting by yourself and wondered what was wrong. After all it is rare to find someone who did not train when they were in the arena." To be exact it is really rare to find anyone like that nowadays. Most Machs train and spar to display skill and attract owners. Ifrit is probably one of the few that keeps his combat abilities under wraps until he actually needs to use it. Ifrit detaches himself from the wall allowing himself to stand back on his own two feet. Luckily the fiery Mach was dressed in flame retardent clothing else this little encounter will be more awkward than neccessary. He turns his attention to Bat and tries to smile although at the moment he is still a bit cautious around her for various reason, "You were watching the others spar right?" While he does not talk much with people he should at least try to get to know a few. After all if he does not keep himself busy he might just drive himself nuts especially with so many people being all wind up. If anything he is starting to wonder if he should ask her for a spar but as of not it is best if he does not do such a thing. The last fight have really stir up the owners and no doubt a few have come to the arena to watch them train and pick out the best of the bunch. Ifrit will have to wait until they are either calm or when they have no more interest in purchasing new Machs.

:Tab:Instead the fiery Mach sits down onto the arena's sandy floor and turns his focus on the Machs that were still training themselves, "Live every day like your last. A common saying for people like us and sadly a truth. To many we are monster and treated as such and most machs find it...unbearable here. True this pit is our personal Hell but I think it also provide some form of hope. Although that might sound a bit odd to you right now..." Yes the arena is a place that mmany achs dread to enter but Ifrit knows that the pit is much like the two sides of a coin. While the pit have seen its share of deaths and bloodshed it have also serve as a place for Mach to find a new home as well as the only avenue in which people are able to accept them. An odd way to look at things but again life is never so simple. He comtinues to watch the others train but eventually returns his attention to Bat who was still standing there with her tail on the floor. In a way she sort of remind him of a vampire and starts to snicker a bit as he imagine her bitting into the neck of an unsuspecting victim. "Sorry. Wasn't trying to be rude but you just reminded me of a certain night dwelling myth." He gets back to his feet and strectches his wings a bit. He have to admit it feels good to stretch once in a while since the room he is kept in is really cramped. "So have you seen the fight last night? I kind of missed it." One of these days he will escape just to play witness to one of these violent displays of power. Who knows? maybe tonight he can sneak out and take a peak before turning in for the night but that is a subject best left to himself. Especially with all the security guards about. He lfts his tail off the floor and tries to remain in one place. Anyone staring at his feet will notice that the sand below him have started to melt into glass although as of now his main focus is on the girl before him. She seem so lost in thought earlier that it makes him wonder what she was thinking about. There is only one way to find out. "What were you thinking of earlier? Was it about when you were...well...human?" A sensitive question. It is often a subject most Machs never speak of but he does wonder if others missed being human at some point. Some dislike what they have become while others love it to the point of completely forgetting about their old selves.


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The Blue Element

[The Blue Element]

Myotis / Bat
Location: Inside the Arena
Mood: Content
Thoughts: ---
With:

Mafian_Ace_of_Spades

Ifrit

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She listened as he moved, and waited for him to speak. He did not, she noticed, until after her tail calmed down and sat still. Smart. But he asks about training. Of course- what else do they do here? "I do not train. I do not fight. If I can 'elp it at least. I am sure you do fight, zhough. One as sneaky as you must do well in zhe arena." It was a true enough statement. Being quiet was one thing a person had to work on. Even gifted people could not do as well as he did without problems.

Gabrielle did not reply about watching the sparring, just shook her head. She had a small smile. Oh, the irony of that question. Instead of him waiting for a real answer, he said something about the arena being a place of hope. An odd statement, and a sudden shift in... mood? Or personality? A soft cough, like she had gotten some smoke in her lungs revealed to her that he was looking away, towards the sparring. Ah, so that was what he was talking about. As she contemplated what he said, he started giggling. She forced her tail to stay still as she got suddenly irritated with him. Mood swings!

"Night dweller? Ah... I see." She shook her head as she recalled what she was told she looked like. "I 'ad always imagined it more like a dragon, or bat... since zhat is my nickname, after all. But you do bring new ideas to zhe table." Modify how she looked in her head... Check. She wondered how many more times she would have to do that with the differing opinions of people.

He then said something about watching the fight. She just could not help it anymore- she laughed. "Watching is not somezhing I can do easily. Most battles or even sparring would be too taxing to... watch... for someone like me. Why did you miss zhe battle?"

The Mach was more similar to her than she realized, with his wings, his feet. She wondered if that was why he decided to talk to her. But then he said something else, and it cut her train of thought. Gabrielle just shook her head. "No, no. Not really. Just about 'ow 'opeless it really iz to fight like zhis. One wrong move, and no one wants you anymore. But I do miss zhat. It was not zhat long ago for me. Less zhan a year."

She let the sounds of fighting invade her ears for a minute before she looked closely at the thing talking to her. Gabrielle put her hand out, smiling.

"Well if we are not fighting, at least lets introduce ourselves, n'est pas? I am... Well I go by Myotis now, but you can call me Bat and I will deal wizh it." She laughed - oh how nice it was to laugh again. She had almost forgotten what she called herself!