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Post by Ravenna on Dec 16, 2020 12:31:08 GMT
Ravenna has just completed an assignment in the Digital World and is returning home. She decides to take the Spyware Caverns to return to Terminus. The young woman strolls down the narrow path. Ravenna is covered in her black cloak, but underneath she is wearing a violet top, black shorts, long boots, and a black jacket. She hears something off in the distance, but when she looks, there is no one there.
The Spirit User continues walking until she hears footsteps splashing in puddles of water. She turns and sees a young man with dark hair wearing a suit rush up to her.
"It's not safe here. You've got to come with me!"
The man grabs Ravenna's hand and starts running down a side path.
"Hey! What do you think you are doing?"
Several Digimon can be heard approaching. Ravenna turns and sees multiple armored Digimon armed with spears and shields.
"It's the Bastian army. They are going after Tamers!"
Ravenna follows the man down the path. They take a few turns, but the troops are keeping up.
"Do you even know where you're going?"
"Sure I do."
They keep going until they reach a dead end. The troops corner the two humans, and there are too many to fight. Two of them approach the Tamers and place cuffs and collars around them. They load the humans up in a cart with steel bars and head out.
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Post by Ravenna on Dec 19, 2020 18:48:33 GMT
Ravenna and the well dressed man are taken down a windy path in the Spyware Caverns. They are escorted to a large room with dark blue walls and floors. The architecture is of ancient Roman design. In the room, there are several seats, and a counter with a small kitchen setup. There are two other humans in the room.
The first is a boy who looks about 14. He has tan skin, short black hair, glasses, and is wearing a tan collared shirt with brown pants and hiking boots.
The other is a tall man with whitish blonde hair. He has a large moustache and full beard. He is wearing a long grey jacket with a fur collar, opened with no shirt underneath. He leans against the wall casually with a large bottle hanging from his jacket.
The younger of the two recognizes the man Ravenna is with and rushes up to the two of them.
"Toshi! Boy, am I glad to see you. Who is your friend?"
"I'm afraid we have not had the pleasure of a pleasant introduction."
Toshi turns to Ravenna and bows politely.
"My name is Toshi, and this is my friend Akil."
"It's nice to meet you. My name is Ravenna. Just what is going on exactly?"
"While on an expedition, I overheard that Tamers have been disappearing in the Digital World. I went to investigate, but alas, I fell right for their trap, hook line and sinker. Stupid Akil!"
"Don't beat yourself up over it. We've gotten ourselves out of jams before."
"Don't be so sure. Those collars around your necks are Bastian collars. You won't be able to Spirit Evolve."
"Great, so we are trapped and powerless. Just when I thought I was going home to take a nice bath."
Ravenna sulks over to the seats and slumps down in frustration. The tall man laughs at Ravenna.
"Xa-xa-xa-xa! Is silly girl."
"Huh? Did you say something, big man?"
The man saunters over, grinning like a smug child.
"A ty govorish' po russki?"
"He appears to speak Russian."
"Russian, eh? Sorry, I only speak English, Japanese, and Sarcasm."
"No russki? Is Glupaya amerikanka."
"What's he saying?"
"I'm not sure, but he seems to find you amusing."
"Listen, big man, do you know where we are? Where? Are? We?!"
Ravenna waves her hands in the air, motioning around the room. She stares with intent, but the language barrier seems too much.
"Where? Gde? Ya ne znayu."
"Hmm, he must be as lost as we are."
The man brings his hands towards his chest with his elbows raised, motioning to himself.
"Is Vyacheslav."
"Vegie-slab?"
Nyet, Vyacheslav!"
"Vee-gee-slav?"
"Nyet! Glupaya devushka, foolish girl."
"Foolish?! You better be polite, you big oath."
Ravenna stands with her hands on her hips and pouts her lips. Vyacheslav laughs and flexes his arms.
"Is puny girl, xa-xa-xa! Vyacheslav, big, strong. Is babushka!"
"Okay, I've had enough of this king sized chump. You tell us how to get out of here!"
"Hey guys, fighting each other isn't going to get us out of here. Let's all chill out, relax."
The four of them take a seat and wait. It's quite cold in the caverns, and Ravenna is feeling a chill. She shivers in her seat, her arms and legs shaking. Vyacheslav laughs and puts his feet up on a chair.
"How are you not cold?! Your jacket's not even closed."
"Is not cold."
"Yes it is, it's freezing in here! Not all of us grew up in a vodka igloo or whatever the hell you live in up in that winter wonderland."
"Is not cold."
"Is yes cold!"
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Post by Ravenna on Dec 19, 2020 20:14:13 GMT
So Ravenna found herself with the level headed Toshi, the inquisitive Akil, and the obnoxious Vegie wrap. There was still no answer as to who is kidnapping humans and why. The guards return, bringing another man. He has long blonde hair and a bushy beard, and is wearing a red and white winter jacket and white snow pants. He appears quite muscular with an upper body even more bulky than the Russian. He walks over to the others, looking around the room.
"So uh, I don't suppose any of you folks uh, know where we are, eh?"
"Not a clue! Welcome to the circle of the damned."
"Okay, der'. The name's Logan. I'm a softball player."
Logan takes a seat between Akil and Ravenna. Vyacheslav gives Logan a dirty look.
"So you're a softball player? That's cool. I played softball before I started focusing on track."
"Oh, an athlete, you say? I wouldn't mind seeing you in action, der'."
"Okay, that makes five of us. Whoever is orchestrating this must be up to something sinister."
"Da."
"Oh, do you understand English, Vyacheslav?"
"Is iffy. Vyachslav have streaming app."
The guards return with a young girl and a Digimon, a Guilmon Black. The girl has medium brunette hair with green hair dye, lip, ear, and eyebrow piercings, and she is wearing a green and black flannel shirt with black shorts and black leggings, and a belt with a rainbow pattern on it. The girl pushes one of the guards, and the guards knocks her to the floor.
Ravenna gets up and rushes over to the girl. The Guilmon slashes at the guard, then blocks Ravenna from the girl. The Rookie growls as his nose releases some smoke.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine! Leave me alone!"
Guilmon Black helps the girl up. They walk over and sit alone, ignoring the others. Ravenna stands there, stunned.
"Well, okay then."
Ravenna rejoins the others and rolls her eyes. Is every weirdo in the Digital World getting rounded up?
The next person brought in by the guards is much thinner than the other males besides the young Akil. He has medium dark brown hair with olive skin, and is wearing a red coat with gold trim, black pants, white gloves, and polished silver armored boots. He looks to be in his late teens, and has a light goatee.
"What is the meaning of this? Do you have any idea who I am?! Do you?!"
"Nyet."
"I, am Inigo, of the house of Dixon! You miserable peasants shall release me, or feel my fiery wrath!"
"Newsflash! We're trapped here too. See, we all have these lame collars on."
"This, is an outrage! This, is an international incident of epic proportions, of Digital proportions!"
"Oh, ya. Nobody to blow your nose, or wipe your rear, der', eh?"
"Ah, I see we have a canuck among us, ho ho ho. You sir, are a subject of the British Empire! The sun never sets on the British Empire, not even in the Digital World! I order you to wipe my nose and blow my rear. I mean, wipe my rear and, oh, nevermind!"
"Xa-xa-xa-xa! Is dainty boy. Puny little man!"
"Oh, what's this, then? A Rrrrrrr-Russian? Off with you, Muscovian snow troll. If I need someone to fight a bear and drink vodka, I'll give you a ring."
"You-you, you are being very stereotypical. Not all Russians fight bears and drink vodka."
Nyet, xa-xa-xa! But, Vyacheslav drink vodka, bear fights you."
"Wow, this is so fascinating! I mean, I-I, I have never seen so many Tamers from around the world before. Did you guys all get your Digivices in Shibuya, too?"
"Da. Vyacheslav otaku. Pretty schoolgirls. Super kawaii."
"I live in Shibuya, Japan native. What about you guys?"
"Same. Nothing exciting about me, I'm just another guy cutting his teeth in the business world. I don't have a funny accent, or a bad attitude."
"Hmph!"
"Well actually, I'm from Egypt. I came to Shibuya in a foreign exchange program to study feudal Japan when I became a Tamer. Did you know that Japan was controlled by feuding shoguns? Their armies would fight each other in massive battles. Alliances formed, and broken. It's so fascinating."
"What about that girl, over there? Must be a Yankee, that one."
"Someone tell that prat to shove it before I stuff my fist down his crumpet hole!"
"Xa-xa-xa-xa! Vyacheslav like tiny boy."
"I'm a girl, you big gorilla!"
"Nyet, Vyacheslav bear."
"You keep saying bare, V-dog. Do you mean bare-chested? Your torso is surprisingly very smooth and hairless."
"That's quite the observation, Akil. I wasn't really paying attention to his chest. His bare, smooth, toned abs. Totally not eye catching."
"Vyacheslav macho man!"
"Logan looks like he's in much better shape than you!"
"Oh, this ain't no, competition, der', eh. After the game, I don't want to fight. Just grill up some big burgers der', and have yourself a barbeque with da boys."
"Maybe we should check and see what kind of food is available."
"Well, let's hope it's not British food."
"How dare you?!"
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Post by Ravenna on Dec 19, 2020 21:17:33 GMT
If the ones who captured these Tamers do not intend to kill them, surely they would knock each other off in no time. Tempers flared as national pride gets brought into play. As Inigo and Toshi are about to get into it, the guards bring in another captive.
Inigo, Vyacheslav, Logan, and Akil gawk and stare at a woman with tan skin wearing white shorts with a feathered belt, short pink jacket and turquoise top showing off her pierced belly button. Her gold sandals and bracelets shrine bright.
"Where am I? This place looks scary."
The Brit, Russian, Canadian, and nerdy boy from Egypt rush over to greet the woman, who is taken aback by all the attention. Inigo bows politely and kisses her hand.
"Good day, milady. My name is Inigo, of the house of Dixon. Will you grant me the courtesy of protecting you in these uncertain times? I shall be your knight in shiny armor!"
"Oh my, what a gentleman."
"Hello, der'. miss. The name's Logan. Would ya like to wear my jacket? Don't wanna catch a chill der', eh."
"Yes, I am a bit cold in this outfit."
Vyacheslav flexes and poses for the lady.
"I give pretty lady big happy time, xa-xa-xa!"
"Oh goodness, your muscles are so big."
While the boys are enchanted by the woman's beauty, Akil is more interested in her culture.
"Those are fascinating markings on your jewelry. What is your country of origin?"
"My gosh, all this attention. You boys are making me blush, hee hee! I am Dusadi, and I come from a village on an island in Southeast Asia, Makassar. I'm really into dancing, tribal dancing, belly dancing. I just love to dance!"
Dusadi waves her arms and shakes her hips back and forth. The younger girl walks over to Ravenna.
"Great, now we have to listen to those pigs drool all over that tramp."
"Watch your mouth! What's wrong with kids today?"
"Like you would know, grandma."
"Grandma?!"
"Did those crow feet get all over your face gradually, or did it happen all at once?"
"You are crossing the wrong bitch, little girl. I will cut you!"
Guilmon Black darts over to the ladies and snarls at Ravenna.
"That's real cool, talking trash and having a Digimon back you up."
Things break down into even more chaos as the men compete for Dusadi's attention. Toshi steps up to take control of the situation.
"Hey! Everybody settle down. We don't even know where we are, or who brought us here, or what they are planning to do. So if you can go more than 5 minutes without ripping each other's heads off, lets go check out what there is to eat."
The Tamers reluctantly agree to temporary peace and raid the kitchen. There are plenty of meat and veggies, with several dishes from the Mesopotamian area. Ravenna dishes up a plate and sits down next to Akil, since he seems like the brightest one there.
"So, what's it like living in Egypt?"
"Oh, it's quite neat. Like-L-like, for my birthday, my father took me on an expedition inside the tomb of a pharaoh! I-I hope I didn't get a-any curses."
The Brit, Russian, and Canadian continue to fawn over the golden dancer. Ravenna can't help but feel jealous.
"Silly boys. Their hormones are in control. Why aren't you obsessing over Dusadi?"
"Oh, well, I d-don't do so well at t-talk-t-talking to girls. Besides, she's too old for me."
"Well, what about girls your own age?"
"I guess I don't meet many. That girl with the Guilmon looks about my age, but she scares me."
"Well, don't sell yourself short. Girls don't want a big dumb guy drooling over them. Guess that's not true for all girls."
"Wow, your cattiness is surprisingly delightful, R-R-Raven-n-na."
Inigo leans in close as Dusadi eats her meal.
"You know, I'm not just British Royalty. I've also got the blood of a Spaniard. That's right, I'm a Latin love machine."
"Oh, Inigo. You're so charming!"
"Love machine? Mycop! Is girly man. Vyacheslav from Russia with love. Is powerful love."
"Hee hee! My, you're so big, and strong, Vegie salad."
"Nyet, Vyacheslav."
"Uhhh, Vegicheesav?"
"Nyet, is not problem. Dusadi scream Vyacheslav's name all night."
"Why don't you turn it down a few notches der', bud?"
(Thinking) "All these hunks here, and I have to compete with that belly dancing floozie?! I hope they like goth girls."
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Post by Ravenna on Dec 21, 2020 11:01:30 GMT
The Tamers continue to eat mostly peacefully. Ravenna is taken aback by Vyacheslav's table manners. The brute passes on silverware and instead shovels the food into his mouth with his bare hands, making a mess. Toshi breathes out slowly as he relaxes, enjoying the meal.
"Whoever prepared these meals did a good job, I'll give them that."
The trio of the Brit, the Canuck, and the Ruski persistently flirt with Dusadi the dancer. Inigo takes a red rose out of his jacket and gets down on one knee to present it to her.
"A rose as red as my royal blood, for a lady as beautiful as a princess." "Oh, thanks. I like flowers." Dusadi is irritated from all the attention. At first she found it flattering, but she can't even eat a meal in peace. Logan looks at Inigo sternly and crosses his bulky arms.
"Well frankly, I don't give two cow pies about your bloodline. You look like you've never been in a fight or a gym your whole life, so unless you wanna rumble, I'll advise ya to leave Dusadi alone. Pretty girl like this needs a real man, not a fruit cocktail dressed up like he's going to the renaissance fair." "Can you not talk about cow pies while we are eating? Other than that, you hit it out of the park." Vyacheslav scoffs at Dusadi's other courters and lets out a groan.
"Bargh. Colonial pipsqueak and T Ball star can shove it. Vyacheslav strong, macho man! T Ball all show, no go." "This doesn't concern you, you mangy brute! Wipe that humus off your nose. Dusadi, my love, pay these fools no mind." Logan gets upset with the Russian calling him out. Toshi and Akil look worried a brawl is about to break out. Dusadi has had enough of her suiters and gets up to sit by Toshi.
"I've had it with you boys! I'm going to stay close to Toshi because he's the only man here not trying to get in my shorts." The girl with the Guilmon speaks up. "If you don't want dumb guys to lust over you, don't dress like a bimbo." "You little brat! In my village, we are not as uptight about showing skin. Our girls also don't cut their hair short and shove metals into their faces!"
"Everyone just settle down! Stop instigating conflict. We're all stuck here together, so it's in all of our best interests to work as a team." "You can't tell me what to do. You're not my mother!" "Ya? Well by looking at you, I get the feeling you don't have the best relationship with your parents." "How dare you talk about my family?!" "You brought it up! So quick to judge, but can't take an insult or handle a civil conversation. Go sit in the corner, young lady, or you'll go to bed without dessert!"
Vyacheslav laughs at Ravenna teasing the girl. He stomps his foot and smacks his hand down on the table.
"Xa-xa-xa-xa! Creepy girl is like mother! Little boy embarrassed." "Creepy girl?"
"I'm not a boy! My name is Emma, and I'm tired of you basics."
Emma and Guilmon take their dishes back to the kitchen and storm off to the other side. Emma climbs up a column and rests in a spot against the wall. She tucks her knees into her chest and puts her face in her hands as she starts to cry. Everyone at the table makes awkward looks at each other.
"Way to go, Ravenna. You hurt her feelings." "What about my feelings, Toshi?"
Toshi sighs as he gets up to bring his dish to the kitchen.
"Look, it's obvious the eight of us can't get along. Why don't we stick with people we like?" "Well, I would like to stay with Toshi, if you don't mind. It's just that he's my friend, and I don't really know any of you that well." "I'm going with Toshi too! Come here, keep me safe from those horndogs."
And so Toshi, Dusadi, and Akil head to some chairs on the far end of the room. Logan, Vyacheslav, and Inigo all look back and forth at each other before going their separate ways. Ravenna wants to go with the others, but knows it's probably best that she talks to one of the guys and improves relationships. She follows after Logan to talk about softball. Akil is looking anxious and uncomfortable.
"Are you alright there, Akil?" "Oh, I'll be f-f-fine. It's just that arguing gives me anxiety. I'm sorry for dragging you into this, Toshi." "Hey, I thought I said not to worry, buddy. We all got captured, and we need to work together." "I'm glad you're here, Toshi." Toshi watches Emma crying by herself and feels terrible. She wasn't letting anybody in, she seemed determined not to be friendly. Toshi had to do something.
"Will you two excuse me for a bit? Dusadi, why don't you tell Akil about your village?"
"A splendid idea! I think Southeast Asia is so f-fascinating! So many islands."
"Well, in my village, both dancing and combat are very important. The training is very intense from a young age, and children who fail the trials are thrown down a well."
"Dreadful! Your island sounds like a warrior nation."
"It's not all that bad. One of the worst parts has to be the stretching."
"What do you mean? Stretching doesn't sound bad."
"Oh, what I mean is they break your bones, and put you on a rack and stretch out your limbs."
"Holy moley, Dusadi! How barbaric."
Akil is finding out that Dusadi is a lot more terrifying than he first believed.
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Post by Ravenna on Dec 21, 2020 13:10:41 GMT
Toshi walks over to Emma who is up on the wall crying.
"Hey Emma, do you want to talk?" "Go away." "I will. I just want to let you know that if you want to talk, you can come to me. I've got your back." "Really?" "Of course. I get that things are hectic, everyone's upset. Don't be afraid to let people in." "Whatever. You don't know how I feel." "Everyone's got issues, Emma. What's important is how we handle them."
Toshi turns and starts heading back to Akil and Dusadi. Meanwhile, Ravenna and Logan are talking about softball.
"Then there was the game I had two two baggers and half a dozen ribbies." "That's impressive. Maybe you were showing off for the fans."
"Oh, I'm not much for showboatin'. Now-a-days, the boys celebrate a preseason dinger like it's the championship. Tip your cap, wave, and get da hell off the field, der'." "Haha, I agree."
"Ya, things were going good der', when one game I tore my bicep fielding a grounder when this hoser runs right into me. Blatant interference, I was out the rest of the season and haven't been the same since." "Oh damn, that's awful. Injuries are such a bane for athletes. And Spirit Users, for that matter."
"You're quite the package der', Ravenna. A goth athlete with a brain and a personality. I'm not ashamed to admit you're a good catch." "Oh. What about Dusadi?"
"You're both athletic girls. I like girls in good shape. Now don't go falling for me or anything because I'm not looking to hitch up yet." "So you're just going around, hitting on all the hot women you see?"
"Nope, just not ready for a family at this stage in my career." "Well, who is to say you are my type?"
"Maybe I'm wrong, but your poker face could use some work, der'." "Can't your ego handle the rejection? Hee hee!"
While Ravenna and Logan both try to suggest the other has feelings for them, while denying any feelings of their own, Toshi walks back to Akil and Dusadi. Akil looks petrified by the horror stories Dusadi is telling about her village.
"Then, we made bowls out of clay to catch the blood of the losers." "Oh Ra! I-I think I'm going to be sick."
"Welcome back, Toshi! How did the talk with Emma go?" "Better than expected. Overall, I'd give it a 3 out of 5."
The Tamers continue chatting or sitting alone until the door on the far side of the room opens up. A Leomon with a Roman Centurion uniform enters the room, his long red cloak flowing behind him.
"Listen up, meat puppets. I am Commander GrecoLeomon. The Empress is ready for you." "The Empress? What are you t-talking about?" "Move it along!"
Some guards come in with spears and shields and motion for the group to walk through the door. Everyone heads towards the door except Emma and Guilmon. The lion Digimon snarls at the girl and marches towards her.
"What's all this then? I said move it!" "Bite it, furball!" "Such insolence!"
GrecoLeomon leaps up and pounces towards Emma. He grabs her with his paw and tosses her down to the floor. Guilmon Black panics and rushes over to catch Emma. For once, the group is united in something; they are all outraged that this Leomon would attack a young girl. Vyacheslav storms over.
"Nyet! Bad kitty." "I suggest you all follow my orders, and you'll have less broken bones that way." "Is not boss of Vyacheslav."
Guilmon Black sets Emma down. The girl walks up to the Russian and pats him on the shoulder. "It's okay, let's just go." Guilmon growls at GrecoLeomon and puffs of smoke come out his nose. The Leomon laughs at the smaller Digimon.
"Did you see that? Emma and V-dog look like they are getting along better." "I didn't know the big man had a heart." The group is escorted out of the room down the hall. What awaits in store for them in this unusual place?
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Post by Ravenna on Dec 21, 2020 14:00:38 GMT
When the group reaches the end of the hall, the guards open the doors and the group is struck breathless by the wonder before them. They are looking out into a giant colosseum. The stadium is made of dark blue stone with a massive crowd surrounding the center ring pit.
"It's m-m-marvelous!"
"So beautiful."
"Yet, it's overwhelming."
"Are you really going with the whole gladiator thing, then? Seems a bit much."
"No one ask you, tiny man. Vycheslav love big, beautiful combat arena! Xa-xa-xa!"
"You will all stay up here in the fighter's area. When it is your turn to fight, you will head down the ramp over there."
"Wait, you're serious? We're going to be fighting each other?"
"Oh no! I don't want to fight any of you! This is insanity."
There was not much choice in the matter. Dusadi looks concerned and worried for the others. She anxiously teases her hair with her fingers. Logan remains silent, not making eye contact with anyone. Inigo snickers and cackles as he meticulously taps his fingers together.
Ravenna looks over and sees the Empress sitting in a private royal booth surrounded with blue silk and gold. The woman has long blonde hair in an up do with three long ponytails flowing down. She is wearing blue and white robes with gold decorations. Atop her brow is a massive white crown with a turquoise gem. The woman stands to a massive ovation from the crowd consisting of Digimon in togas and rags.
"Friends, Bastians, Digimon, tis I, your Empress, Juliamon. I welcome you to the greatest spectacle in the Digital World. For years, the humans have pitted us against each other in combat. Now, in the name of our glorious Empire Bastia, I present to you, the Gladiator Games!"
The crowd erupts with cheers as white and gold lights turn on and off all over the arena. The crowd chants Juliamon to the sound of drums. A gigantic present is wheeled out into the arena.
"But I came here to enjoy some bloodshed. I can't call all the action myself. So I'd like to present to you the host of the Gladiator Games, the Prince of Chaos himself, Piedmon!"
"Oh hell no!"
Piedmon pops out of the present in an explosion of bright colored smoke as dozens of doves fly out. The sinister thespian blows kisses to the crowd and takes a bow. He is wearing a headset microphone.
"Greetings to all lovers of action, drama, and comedy! It's showtime! Muhuhahahaha!"
"Toshi, I'm really mad at you for dragging me into this."
"I was just trying to help."
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Post by Ravenna on Dec 22, 2020 11:22:52 GMT
Ravenna can hardly believe it. This Piedmon is notorious for destruction and chaos. If that wasn't bad enough, he's also obsessed with theater and highly annoying. Piedmon teleports from the ring to the fighter's area and smiles at Ravenna. He dashes up to her and gives Ravenna a big hug.
"Ravenna, darling! I'm so delighted to see you again."
"I can't say the same. What's going on here, Piedmon? Is this another sinister plot?"
"More like a favor for a friend. While I enjoy being the MC, my passion is with writing. And directing. Oh, and acting, I'm a leading actor."
"Can we have a discussion in private so you can explain some things?"
"In due time. I hate to keep my beautiful fanboy bait waiting, but I must speak with the combatants in the first match."
Vyacheslav appears uneasy around Piedmon. The jester looks around the room. As his eyes meet with V-dog, the Russian cowers behind Akil.
"Creepy clown! Take little Nile boy and go!"
"Technically, I'm a jester. I also accept fool, joker, and performer, but never clown!"
"Nyet! Go away, creepy clown!"
Piedmon shrugs as he saunters over to Toshi.
"You're in the first match. What can you tell me about yourself? Do you have a stage name?"
"A stage name? No. Well, my name is Toshi, and I have a white collar job that I hate."
"That's it? Hmm, I think I can work with that. What about you? The Canadian."
"The name's Logan. I'm a minor league softball player that suffered a career threatening bicep tear. I don't fight for sport, only defence."
"Sorry to hear. Well that's too bad, because you and Toshi are fighting in the first match up. Places, people!"
Piedmon claps his hands together twice before teleporting to the announcer's desk below the Empress' booth. Everyone in the fighter's area awkwardly exchange glances.
"I don't want to fight you, Logan."
"I don't want to fight you either, Toshi. If anything, I wanna knock out the Brit and the Russian."
"I don't think we have a choice. Historically, if slaves or captives refused to fight, they were executed on the spot."
"What eggs cutey mean, small boy?"
"Executed, killed. And my name is Akil. Not small boy or little Nile boy."
Toshi pats Akil on the back before turning to Logan.
"Let's have a fair fight. Just a competition."
"I don't want to fight you, but I won't hold anything back."
Dusadi grabs Toshi by the arm and rests her head against his shoulder.
"Please don't go, Toshi! I don't want you to get hurt."
"I'll be fine. Besides, this might be kind of interesting, seeing each other in combat."
Toshi walks towards the ramp and stares towards the arena.
"Ladies and gentlemon, hailing from the Land of the Rising Sun, he's a white collar worker who's fed up with the daily grind. He's snapped, and now he's ready to kick some ass. Give it up for Toshiiii!"
Toshi calmly makes his way down the ramp. He stands over to one side of the ring and waves awkwardly to the crowd.
"And his opponent, hailing from the Great-Great-Great White North, the softball star who's career was derailed by a tragic injury. He's got everything to prove if he wants to make it pro. Give it up for the Canadian Bruiser, Loooo-gaaaan!"
Logan walks down the ramp with his shoulders out, arms swinging in perfect motion. He cracks his knuckles before cracking his neck. Logan stands on the other side of the ring from Toshi. He kneels down and examines the dark sand.
"I apologize for the beating you are about to receive. I harbor no ill will towards you."
"Right back at you."
The rest watch on from the fighter's area, concerned for the two. Dusadi cheers on Toshi, worried for her friend.
"Do you think he will be okay, Akil?"
"It's too early to tell. I don't know how strong Logan is. What I can tell you is that even if Toshi isn't always the strongest fighter, his abilities and his tactics make him a formidable opponent. He's saved my life many times, and I'd rather have him on my side than go against him."
"That makes me feel better. Go, Toshi, go!"
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Post by Ravenna on Dec 22, 2020 12:11:05 GMT
Toshi and Logan stare down for the first match. Their Bastian collars are deactivated. Both take out their D-tectors and Spirit Evolve to their Human Spirit forms. A whirlpool of water rises up around Toshi and expands before flowing out like a 360 degree wave and sinks into the sand. Toshi has blue and silver wolf armor with fur and the helmet of a wolf's head with the fangs running down his cheeks. His wolf eyes glow bright blue. He unsheathes a katana that leaves behind a trail of water. This form is named Shibamon.
Logan's body starts to crackle with electricity. A massive flash of electricity goes off, and Logan appears as a hybrid of a minotaur and a centaur. His head is that of a bull with massive black horns. His upper body is muscular and his wrists have steel bands on them. His lower body is that of a warhorse, bearing black armor with glowing bright yellow lightning patterns. He is armed with a large lance attached to his back and carries a dual bladed sword in his right hand. This form is named Troyamon.
The battle begins, and Troyamon charges towards Shibamon. The warhorse swings his dual sword in a cross pattern attacking both sides. Shibamon dashes around leaving a trail of vapor, dodging the blades. Toshi dodges for so long until Logan clips him with the blade. Logan goes for a big swing, but Toshi dodges behind Logan. Logan lifts up his back hooves and donkey kicks Toshi, sending him flying into the arena wall.
Dusadi nibbles her fingernails as she watches on in concern. Inigo chuckles and claps his hands.
"Bravo! Looks like the colonial subject may be of use after all. Maybe I'll fight him in a later round."
"You would both have to win this round, and maybe the semifinals. You seem confident."
"Of course I'm confident! I'm of noble blood. You're just a commoner, a filthy peasant!"
"Judging by how self obsessed you are, I can imagine your love life is lacking. I mean, being rich and all, you probably pay women just to be around you."
"How dare you?! I'm just very generous. Women don't hang around me because I buy them shiny things, it's because I'm a stallion of a man."
"Okay, so what would you buy me if I agree to go on a date with you?"
"A date? Are you serious? Maybe I should consider this. Do you have enough automobiles?"
"Are you serious? You would buy me a car just to go out with you?"
Dusadi overhears Inigo talking about buying things for women. She wants to talk to him, but feels guilty about not watching Toshi fight. Vyacheslav overhears as well and marches over to the Brit.
"Is buy shiny things for ladies? Is want wingman? Vyacheslav bodyguard. We be bros and get cute otaku girls."
"Hmm, that doesn't sound too bad. Very well. Your services are appreciated."
"What about me? I can help you meet all kinds of women."
"Sorry, milady, but if you want the pounds, you're going to have to go on a date with me. And I want some physical contact at some point."
"Xa-xa-xa. Creepy girl sell body!"
"This is so unfair. So now Vyacheslav gets to live in luxury, and you are treating me like a bimbo. The date is off."
"Wait! I'll settle for a ten second hug. Can somebody get me a catalog? You there, lion, may I please have a catalog?"
GrecoLeomon looks over at Inigo and roars.
"Hee hee. You know, you're actually kind of funny. I could totally see going out with you, if you were not such a prat."
"You hear that, Russian manservant? I have got game."
"Xa-xa-xa! Is super awesome. Vyacheslav paid now?"
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Post by Ravenna on Dec 22, 2020 18:00:23 GMT
Toshi struggles to rise as he shakes off the rubble from the wall. Logan sneers and kicks his front legs up before waving for Toshi to get closer. Toshi knows he can't win this playing on defense the whole time. The Shibamon glides across the sand on a wave of water and takes an aggressive stance with his aquatana. Logan goes for another strike with his blade, but Toshi deflects. Toshi deflects a few more hits before darting towards the slide and slashing at Logan's leg.
The bull centaur roars in pain and gallops off to create distance. He takes his dual blade and throws it to the side. At first, Toshi is confused, but then the spinning blade moves in a round trajectory towards Toshi. The wolf leaps up over the blade and Logan catches it. He throws the blade again, this time higher. Toshi runs away from the blade before sliding down into the sand. The blade clips the hair off the end of his tail.
Toshi nurses his injured tail as Logan stares intently. Shibamon slashes his blade across the air, creating a wave heading towards Logan. Troyamon crosses his arms and braces as the wave pushes him back and his hooves dig into the sand. He tosses the dual blade down and grabs his lance. Toshi goes for another wave, but Logan fires a lightning blast out of the lance. The lightning travels through the water and electrocutes Toshi.
Logan begins firing lightning blasts at Toshi. The wolf jumps and dives around dodging the blasts. He tosses his katana towards Logan and knocks his lance to the side, causing him to miss. Toshi dashes up to Logan and leaps up, turning and kicking Logan in the side of the head. Logan tosses his lance into the sand and gallops off to create some distance.
The two stare each other down, circling around the ring. They move in and lock arms, both trying to push the other back. Logan uses his strength and size to overpower Toshi. The warhorse lifts Toshi off the ground and starts spinning. Toshi thrusts his legs towards Logan and stomps onto his chest. As Logan lets go of his arms, Toshi wraps his legs around Logan's neck and leans back, spiking Logan's head into the ground.
The warhorse punches his fist into the sand and he rises up, furious with Toshi's flashy offense. He gallops over to his lance and retrieves it in his right hand. Toshi picks up his katana and waves it around. Logan begins charging towards Toshi. Toshi dashes forward and propels himself atop a wave. Logan leans forward with his lance like a jousting match. Just before Logan pierces Toshi with his lance, Toshi fades into a mist of vapor and passes around Logan. He reappears on Logan's back facing him.
Toshi takes his katana and slices into Logan's left arm. The blade sticks in his arm and Toshi grabs ahold of Logan's arm. Toshi twists his arm back in an attempt to break it. Logan bucks around trying to shake Toshi off, but the wolf holds on. Logan screams out in agony as he collapses and reverts to human form. Shibamon sets Logan down and reverts to Human form as well.
The crowd erupts with cheers as Piedmon announces Toshi the winner. Toshi hunches over and places his palms above his knees to take a few deep breaths. Logan rolls over and Toshi offers him a hand. Logan takes Toshi's hand and Toshi pulls him up. The two share a quick hug before Toshi raises his and Logan's arm in celebration.
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Post by Ravenna on Dec 24, 2020 18:08:26 GMT
Toshi has won the first match of the Gladiator Games defeating Logan via submission. Toshi turns to walk up the ramp, but Piedmon teleports to the ring. The Prince of Chaos takes a coin out of his sleeve and tosses it to the sand. The coin expands in size, and a game show wheel appears in the ring.
"Congratulations, Toshi! You advance to the semifinals. Now, Logan must spin the Wheel of Fate to determine his punishment for losing."
The fighters are shocked, as they realize defeat results in punishment. Logan spins the wheel with his good hand, and it lands on the space called "Cashier during holiday rush."
"Ooh, tough break there. Looks like you'll be working a register during the biggest shopping rush of the year. To make matters worse, you only have the use of one of your roided up arms. Ta-ta!"
"Wait, this isn't fair! You can't do this to me!"
Piedmon summons a portal and kicks Logan through. The Canadian appears behind a register at a retail store with a long line of customers waiting. Logan sighs as he begrudgingly slides the goods over the scanner with his good arm. Toshi walks back up the ramp. Dusadi runs over to him and gives him a big hug.
"I was so worried, Toshi! I'm glad you're okay."
Ravenna stares daggers at the businessman.
"You only won because you exploited Logan's injury. You didn't have to win the fight like that."
"What other choice did I have? Logan wasn't holding back."
"You could have seriously injured his arm! Why don't you think about the consequences?"
"Don't be mad at Toshi just because he beat up your farmboy friend."
Piedmon teleports to the fighter's area and approaches Vyacheslav. The Russian tries to run from the jester, but Piedmon sinks into the floor before reappearing in front of the Russian and grabbing him by the moustache.
"Your irrational fear of jokers feels me with sorrow."
"Nyet! Creepy clown want to eat Vyacheslav's soul."
"I don't think I'm going to get a good interview out of you, but I think it's safe to say that you're the most stereotypical Russian of all time. Plenty to work with."
Piedmon yanks on Vyacheslav's moustache. Piedmon grabs ahold of the Russian's coat and tosses him to the ground. Vyacheslav crawls across the ground and hides behind Emma.
"Ahhhh! Help me, puny American child. Save Vyacheslav!"
"Will you stop being such a baby?!"
Emma knocks Vyacheslav on the back of the head, and he passes out on the floor unconscious.
"Uh oh. Well, one of you will have to drag him down to the ring for his match. Dusadi, you're facing Vyacheslav next. Is there anything you can tell me about yourself?"
"You want me to fight an unconscious Russian? Well, for starters, I come from a beautiful island in Southeast Asia, where we pride our dancing and fighting above all else. Also, judging by Akil's reactions, my village appears to be quite violent. I thought many tribes practiced human sacrifice."
"It sounds delightful. Well then, the two of you need to get down to the ring at once!"
Piedmon teleports to the announcer's booth. Ravenna and Inigo approach the unconscious Vyacheslav. Ravenna tries to pick him up, but he is far too heavy.
"Why don't we each grab a leg and drag him down to the ring?"
"He can't fight like this. Vyacheslav, wake up!"
Ravenna smacks Vyacheslav in the face. Still, no response. Akil takes the bottle from Vyacheslav's waist and pops open the cork. He pours some of the liquid into the Russian's mouth, and at last the big man wakes up.
"Is good vodka. What is going on?"
"You're fighting Dusadi up next, V-dog."
"Vyacheslav fight half naked girl? Xa-xa-xa! Is go time!"
Vyacheslav gets up, punches his fists together, and marches towards the ramp. The fighters look over at Dusadi, concerned for her.
"Are you sure you want to do this? Vyacheslav may be a moron, but he is strong."
"Don't worry. I think I can handle things just fine."
Ravenna slumps down in a chair and puts her hands on her cheeks. Inigo sits down next to her and wraps his arm around her shoulder.
"Now then, about our date. Would you object to wearing a schoolgirl uniform with a miniskirt?"
Ravenna grabs Inigo's arm and twists it, throwing the Brit to the ground.
"You've got to learn how not to be a creepy jerk if you think I have 5 seconds to spare on you."
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Post by Ravenna on Jan 9, 2021 4:54:09 GMT
The second match of Juliamon's Gladiator Games is under way. Vycheslav marches down to the ring as the Soviet National Anthem plays.
"Hailing from the Motherland, he's every Russian stereotype rolled up into one big oily body. From Russia with love, let's hear it for Vegie Slob!"
Vyacheslav starts waving a USSR flag around.
"Wait, where did he get the flag?"
Tribal music starts playing through the arena. Several drums are banged as a sitar can be heard playing. Dusadi dances her way down the ramp, shaking her body to the rhythm.
"Hailing from Southeast Asia, she can hypnotize with her belly dancing, this rose has thorns, give it up for Duuuuuusadiiii!"
Dusadi stands across from the Russian and raises three fingers in the air.
"Three rounds. First, we dance. Then, we battle in our natural state. If the first two are split, we Spirit Evolve."
"Xa-xa-xa! Is challenge Vyacheslav to dance off? Is fool!"
"It sounds like the combatants have agreed on a three round battle. This should prove interesting."
Dusadi starts dancing to the rhythm again as some desert inspired music plays. Inigo watches on from the Fighter's Arena.
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