Post by Vio on Jun 6, 2016 7:52:59 GMT -5
“Hexton and Quattro have been bested!”
“Would you look at that, folks! It seems our newcomers have really shown us a thing or two! We’ve had a lot of interesting combatants take their rightful place upon the stage today, but that has to have been the most intense and breath-taking brawl I’ve seen in a while! But enough of our jabber! Everyone give a big hand to today’s victor – contestant Number Thirteen stakes her claim to the title!!” The audience erupted like a volcano, a cacophony of cheers and whistles, chants and applause. Through what was nothing short of a miracle, Pluto and Scarlette had managed to defeat opponents far beyond their level of skill, even with the hefty handicap of having their physical bodies switched.
“Her…? Oh, yeah, Pluto’s in my body,” Scarlette Grimm-Rosa reminded herself. How strange it was, now standing in the muddy grit created by the Peacock Flounder Mermaid’s marine attacks, to look up and see your own self claiming a title that you had thought you have lost. Such feelings were further displaced by the fact that she had completely forgotten about the fact there was even a prize; as far as the woman had been concerned, it was simply an excuse to test herself further. And, after Octavier’s intervention, it had become nothing short of a battle for survival.“Octavier…”
Looking to her – that was to say Pluto’s hands, the vicious vixen considered the next step to be taken. She wanted her original body back, not to be entombed within a temple of flesh and blood and bone such as this. At first she had believed that it mattered not what shell she wore, but rather the acts of liberation she performed with two hands was all that mattered. Such ideology, however, had quickly been blown out of the water. This body, despite its inherent strengths, was uncomfortable.
“Get her onto the stretcher,” said a voice nearby. Medical staff had arrived on seen, a few of them climbing onto the stage to retrieve the now unconscious form of a man who had been broken in both body and pride. Others clustered nearby, hauling Hexton’s figure onto a firm carrier before escorting her off the premises. One of the men in white and blue turned to ‘Pluto’ and asked; “You should come with us, too. You took quite a few serious hits – we’ll make sure if there are any broken bones, you’ll be feeling good as new!”
Silence. Hesitation. Agreement.
“Alright,” she answered. In the wake of the stretchers she walked, but not before casting violet irises back towards her comrade. Both of them new it – they did not need to exchange words. Now that this little ‘trial’ imposed upon them by their enemy was over, the next step was for him to fulfil his promise; Octavier needed to give them their bodies back. If the suspicions of the businessman of before were correct, then following the medical attendants of the Battle Royale would lead her straight back to the man himself. That raised another question. Just who was that man obsessed with his percentages?
Why am I thinking like this? Maybe Pluto’s cautiousness is affecting me more than I thought… Silently conversing with herself as she entered a stone passage, Miss Grimm-Rosa watched as the medics led her into a large chamber of sorts. Partially subterranean in nature, likely built into the very foundations of the stadium itself, the room was a lengthy hall adorned with all manner of baser medical accoutrements. Clean tiled floors, hospital beds and medicine cabinets lined the facility. Several bodies lay in beds, wrapped in bandages and casts to protect cuts and grazes or stabilise broken bones. None of the injuries they had sustained were truly that great, with a couple of exceptions.“Please, take a seat. I’ll be with you shortly.”
“I need to talk to Octavier,” the dark-haired one replied quickly. The medic paused and looked at her – at him. An uneasy silence lingered between them, before she spoke up again: “What’s the quickest way into his castle from here?”
“Octavier is occupied at the moment. Besides, you need treatment first. I can take you after I’ve checked your injuries. Trust me, I’m a doctor!” The cliché was oddly enough not lost upon Scarlette. However, she could still feel a smouldering disgust for this man in scrubs. The art of medicine and surgical procedures were things she naturally despised, her belief in the world as a prison reinforced by the idea that there were those born to keep others alive – to keep people from passing into an Otherworld where they rightfully belonged. But alas, she could not find it within herself to act upon such a loathing. There were far more pressing matters that she wished to deal with. A man whose power was a thousand times worse than simply keeping the sick and injured from ‘premature’ liberation still walked this island, and she was not about to let him get away from an absolute punishment.“Hrmmm…!”
Reluctance prevalent within intonations, the stressed siren did as she was told and perched herself upon an empty bed. This was not exactly an ideal scenario for her to be in, but that being said, less than a sixth of her time spent on the Grand Line so far had been ideal. Not a single liberation had taken place since leaving the land of Jreum, North Blue, and that urge was only growing more and more unbearable.-~-
“For all of you, we’ll be hosting our tournament’s award ceremony this evening at Crescent Castle – courtesy of Nero Trojan and Octavier themselves! A banquet will be prepared in honour of this event, and in honour of all those who have strived to make this land a better place! Gates will open at three thirty, with the event beginning at four, sharp! Thank you all for attending – you’ve been a lovely audience – and let’s have on last big hand for our contestants…!”{*OOC*}'m not sure how you want to do this. Ideally, I don't want to rush straight into confronting Octavier, and even though we'll still be injured and weakened by the time we fight him, I think a brief rest is due. I'll give it a round or two before we push on?
Starring…Scarlette Grimm-Rosa (990000)
Pluto (550055)
Rebecca (33ffff)
Ben (abcdef)
Clara (ff99ff)
Tweiss (ba3b3e)
Octavier (9999ff)
Old James (101010)
Skinny Brother (#7) (ad5a00)
Rotund Brother (#9) (00a5da)
Hexton (#2) (003300)
Quattro (#1) (e62f2f)
Brutish Brawler (#17) (440022)
Percentage Businessman (#19) (00ff55)
Nero Trojan (999900)
Blond Fighter (#24) (d5cf56)
Savage Warrior (#12) (633e09)
Kite (#10) (0ae7ab)
Medic (d5ff95)