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Waiting through the body scan not particularly enjoying the robots surrounding him reminding him of the lab that he had been altered in he decides it best to endure till the time came that he could do something about it.

Snatching the card and doing a similar dance like movement back toward the exit, Having heard every thought and payed attention to every word he can do nothing more then chuckle to himself as he sends her one last mental message,
Don't feel bad about it, theres people out there who think worse... and your a little young for me so don't worry I won't attack you like most men

Then with another extravagant bow his plumed hat sweeping across the floor he heads out of the Door not wanting to head to his room quite yet but rather check out what this place has to offer

but before exiting yells a quick, "Thanks" his Jacket the word PEACE glimmering as he goes...

((going to the movies be back soon))

Walking past a disgruntled looking red and black creature, Aeroc saw that Pathos was still working, so he leaned against the wall to the left of her. Looking around the room, he saw a big man with a ridiculus plumed hat and a jacket that said "Peace" near the exit. Hmph "Peace". If there were such a thing, I'd be out of a job. There was a wide varity of people standing in line to be registered, and he studied them carefully, realizing that these could be his future opponents. He saw a little pink blob with red shoes. If they're letting contestants like that in, this tournament should be a cinch!

"Hmm... I guess I'll be in my room then, but first..." Aeroc quickly jumped behind the cat-like registeree and drew one of his swords. He swiftly knocked him out by hitting him with the hilt to the back of the head. "You sir need to take life a bit easier." Aeroc lied him down gently. Thank you for all you taught me, Hawta. "He should wake up in about ten minutes with no memory of the past half hour. And probably nothing broken" With a smile he said, "See you later" Still smiling, he ran up to his room.

As the small bots scanned her it brought a most unpleasant flashback of when she had woken up during the surgery, not being able to move or speak. Looking over at the surgeons, and small bots. Trying to make eye contact with them but neither had noticed. Unbearable pain was what she recalled as the surgeons began amputating her legs and replacing them with machinary. Seeing the blood, so much blood every where. She knew it was hers. A docter, noticed tears falling from her wide open eyes. Itmediatly he injected her with a needle that instantly put her out of it. She remembered the reason why she disliked seeing her own blood. She stepped away from the body scanner and Patheos handed the trainer the ID card.

She recalls another instance when H.W.T. had to get there strongest bodyguards to hold her down. Yet, they could barely keep her down. The napkin her trainer handed Patheos seemed familiar. Then she remembered while she was held down by the guards. The docter had inserted the needle, penetrating her skin and through the vein. Feeling the sting she freaked out and threw the bodyguards across the room and slapped the docter unconscious. The needle had a small amount of blood on its tip. She remembers running out of the room, crying and seeing her trainer standing by with that same napkin. He probably wiped the blood that was on the needle, she thought.


Her trainer nudged her to get a move on. The lady at the desk seemed nice but it was all part of the job description. She definatly was smiling too much she thought. As Patheos waved her off. She could not help but notice a big figure who was walking to the desk. She didn't care all that much. She notices her trainer is a bit shaken up. "Are you okay?" He responds "Yes I am fine... Here, this is your ID card." He hands it over to her. Just from the way his voice sounded she could tell he was going to start picking on her. He continues to say. "If you plan on being a bounty hunter or the miliataries new hi-tech war machince. Then you gotta start being more independent, have more back bone and being more socialble too." They head for the left hallway as directed. "Well, shouldn't we get rid of these body guards? Seriously, they aren't needed. One hi-tech war machine and her Rambo-like trainer is more then enough." Her trainer couldn't help but laugh. "That is very true Nic, but this company can not afford to lose you. This company has invested its own future in you. If we lost you, not even our lives will be able to satisfy the bosses rage and frustration."

"Oh... well atleast I'll be able to take this junk off once we get to the room."

"I'm sorry Nic. Until we get a backround check of all your competitors and finish checking your room for bugs. You will have to keep it on. Which includes your helmet."
She slides her ID card and grumbles in disapointment. Trying to look at the brighter side of things she thought 'Maybe.. Just maybe... There is someone here like me.'

Taking only two steps into the strange back alley, he notices notices that it had been a setup, several men both his own size and his greater, all appeared as if by magic, but as we all know magic does not exist...

"So any reason you called me back here?", he would asked peterbed by falling into such an obvious trap albeit he can't help but feel that these shouldn't be happening here of all places

Then a small man dressed in the garb of the god he himself had slain, the man spoke, "we made good money when that god was around, we also lived easy and you ruined it all... now we'll make you pay for what you did..." the man then waved his hand and all the large men sprung at him from all sides

Morgan his hand glowing with an awesome power, "ANGRY FIST!!!!!!!!!!!" he would yell as he lashed out at each of them the vorpal twisting effect of his flurry of punches quickly dispatching all who came in proximity of them, Peace glimmering on his back...

In seconds it was over not one stood against him...
Morgan then projected a thought not very far and not loud enough to really be noticed but still loud enough to be heard in the back of anyone in the areas head, Does anyone else wish to challenge me?

She nodded her brow furrowed, as she watched him depart to the upper floors in a chipper mood. Man, Aeroc, why did you have to go and do that for? She was more worried about the warrior lying on the floor, and the plethora of outraged shouts, anxious complaints, and jeering cheers that came from the fighters in line. Medics and security personnel entered the complex, decked out in the best technologically advanced armored uniforms Hubris could provide. A dozen of them swarmed the place to get the line of combatants calmed down before a full blown riot exploded in the Registration Office.

On second thought, that was a pretty romantic gesture. Even if it's not too common...Could make a girl's heart swoon making all these guys fight each other over a simple person they couldn't hit first, she thought.

Unfortunately, the guards made it worse.

Then again...

And before Pathos knew it, the whole office was in complete chaos. It was like witnessing a tragic train wreck in slow motion. Some of the guards ended up plastered on the walls, others were trying in vain to keep the peace with the remaining number of officers, and the majority of them were literally brawling, shooting laser beams, smoke bombs, flares, and setting off some explosives. Her eyes widened. Part of her wanted to fight, and the other wanted to keep the peace by fighting.

This is getting out of control!

The young receptionist pressed two fingers to her neck, a glowing insignia appeared and her voice was just as loud as the P.A. "Please, everyone! Calm down~!!! The sooner you get yourselves organized, the faster everybody can get into the arena!!!," she commanded in an authoritative, but still feminine tone. A migraine was making itself present within her right temple, and she ground her teeth subconsciously, wanting to fight.

Mr. Hubris said, that if anything like this would happen, to...press the button..., she was hesitant. She wanted so much to tour Huberius on a date of sorts, but her morals got in the way of her desires.

Forgive me, Aeroc!

She typed in a few commands in the holocomp, and a bright neon yellow button popped up. She slammed her fist onto it. Every fighter that was registered in the vicinity, was alerted to an emergency via a mechanical voice and a holographic image that highlighted the area in danger.

"Warning! Warning! Emergency Alert, Emergency Alert! The Registration Offices of Huberius are under attack! All registered fighters are required to help quell the violence!"

Pathos bit her lip, knowing her place was to stay and watch as he grid was sealed off, funneling all the warriors into the Dimensional Manse, or what was known as The Colosseum.

Then again, when did Pathos obey rules?

"Never."

The contract didn't expire until midnight which was an hour from then, and she risked her chances of entering the tournament if she violated the rules. She knew that she had only a certain amount of time before the gates closed completely, and the rest of the unregistered fighters were pushed into The Colosseum. In one hour, she will make herself known by the force behind her fist, and by the end of it, she will still be the obedient, law abiding, receptionist.

Perfect loophole!, she smirked.

She carried her weapons wherever she went, and she activated them without a second though. Changing them into defensive mode, she dashed into the fray, fearless.

The first to challenge her was a smaller version of Bowser. He stood his ground and breathed fire, and popped back into his shell, spinning in her direction.

This guy means business!

"An emergency? Could this be because of me?" Aeroc ran down to the colosseum. He saw utter chaos. It was a brawl of hundreds of fighters.
"It would be best to help sort this out" He looked around, and he saw the hero Ike falling. The leader of the Greil mercenaries? Here? Directly in front of him was the strange man with the plumed hat. The man with the hat then took down two sword fighters in just a few seconds. He unsheathed his two swords, and charged up behind the man. He took a couple of quick slashes at his back, and then ran off, targeting a giant ape.