Who: ANYONE WHO WANTS TO SEE ROBOTS FIGHT!
When: Sunday Evening (pre-dated? Only a few hours)
Where: Dismas Arena
Format: The post itself is in action format but you can use whatever you like. :)
What: The main event is here! The main post will be updated periodically with descriptions of the battle, so keep an eye out if you care about the actual
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[At least by his definition of interesting.]
[Besides, Matt was going to run off and go no matter what he did, and Dismas isn't exactly the sort of place one wants their partners running around in unprotected. Piles of garbage indeed.]
[So, Mello arrives, all skin-tight black leather and fur-lined jacket, a chocolate bar in one gloved hand, the other resisting resisting the urge to swat that cigarette out of Matt's hand - or snatch it up, himself, can't quite decide. They take seats, and wait.]
[ooc: Well they came together so they're on the same thread, but feel free to address either of them individually, sob.]
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This is very exciting! I did not know of any robots built specifically for fighting, although I did know a masseuse-bot who malfunctioned and was able to defeat an entire flank of steward-bots. That turned out to be very good for my friends and I, actually.
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[Which suits him just fine.]
[And he can't help but smirk at the contrast between the silent, leather-clad Mello and cheerful Eve, and he turns to her when she starts talking.]
Sorry, did you say a masseuse-bot? They have those? Fucking hell, look what I've been missing this whole time on shitty... boring earth.
[And he nudges Mello, as if it's his fault he never got a masseuse-bot.]
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[He jabs Matt back, a little harder, but not hard enough to hurt, and glances up at EVE.]
Christ. This place has too many perky blondes.
[And perky people in general. In fact, why not just ban perk altogether. He leans back a little, crossing one leg over the other.]
Didn't have much in the way of robots kicking around where we come from, but fuck, that's what those overpriced leather chairs are for.
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...But what she sees entering the Arena is nothing like that.
Her eyes widen and she resists the urge to cover her ears at their initial clash. But the crowd seems to be enjoying it.
More importantly, no one will die today.]
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She catches stillness as well as motion. Naoto stands out by being one who isn't shouting and crowing. Deneve approaches and remembers her from that festival some time ago.]
Enjoying the fight?
[She sounds casual, but her eyes say something else. They're sharp and critical and they watch every movement of the metal fighters with cold assessment.]
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Oh. It's you.
[The one with the swords. Naoto remembers as well.]
Not really. I'm not sure I get the point....
[The point of fighting. The point of robots fighting. The crowd roars again.]
It seems I'm in the minority.
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I don't understand the excitement either. And the noise seems excessive.
[As if on cue, the crowd screams. Deneve doesn't flinch, but she does look slightly more annoyed.]
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Her attention is drawn when the arena light finally coems on and she rushes to the front. She has no hope of seeing anything from one of the regular seats, being that she is only about three and a half feet tall, so she hops up on the railing to watch as the fight begins.
It takes her about thirty seconds to chose a favorite.]
Go Merky! Beat him up!
[Perfectly balanced in her excitement, she bounces up and down and waves her hands at the combatants, shouting jeers and encouragements as needed.]
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[In any case, as soon as she sees Yachiru there, she develops a new purpose: making sure none of the people in Dismas bother the girl. So she makes her way through the crowd and sits down, brow already furrowed.]
Yachiru! WHat are you doing here!
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I came to see the robots! They're really neat, aren't they?
[She points one small hand back toward the arena.]
Look! They got knocked off their ponies! Are they gonna fight on the ground now?
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They are kind of nice, actually. Oh, they did!
[She tips her head a little, and blinks. That's definitely a lot of robot violence, but, well, no one's actually getting hurt so it's a little... amusing.]
You know what? I bet they will!
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[She has no snacks, not even a beverage, but she does have a grin on her face like she's about to watch an execution... and enjoy it.]
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But so far, she's gotta say, it's pretty damn cool.
The ninja shadow on the other side of her seems less moved by the display of metallic violence.
But Elena is cheering loudly enough for the both of them.
You might even say that she would've made a good cheerleader. ...No? Oh well.]
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Hey blonde girl. Having fun?
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You know it!
[Even as she speaks to her, Elena's eyes keep sliding back in the direction of the fight.]
What about you? Did you go shopping for the occasion?
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He wishes his friends were here to see this. Tali would probably be facinated by this, and Grunt and Wrex would be rooting for some violence. If nothing else, he wishes Shepard were here. It would be like a date.]
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Come on! That's bullshit! You should've finished him off while you had him down!
[The blonde Claymore had claimed the seat beside him. But she hadn't actually sat down yet. She was too busy standing, cheering, coaching, and cursing the metal gladiators.]
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If you ask me, this whole thing's rigged.
[Or even if you don't ask her, because that's just how she is. She reaches to the other side of her, pulling a can free before offering it in his direction.
That's right. She brought a six-pack.]
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