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| Sariel | Dec 7 2010, 11:07 PM Post #1 |
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The doors to the Observation room slid open soundlessly, revealing a room that was equal parts lounge and sports box. Large enough to accommodate a crowd several times the size of the group of participants in the Exhibition. The young man named Delta 7 stepped through the door, and surveyed the room, eventually settling in to a seat in the far rear corner. Scattered about the room were small holo-projection tables that (he presumed) would project the matches in miniature for the enjoyment of those waiting for their turn. Along the back wall of the room was an ornately crafted, mahogany bar, with several stools. If appearances were to be believed, it was fully stocked, though Delta had no intention of testing the appearances yet. For now he would settle for waiting on his fellow participants. |
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| Arklos | Dec 8 2010, 08:32 PM Post #2 |
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Sophia walked into the Observation room and looked around while she stretched out her back. So far there was only one other competitor in the room. 'Victim number one' Sophia thought calmly to herself. She had, however, been instructed not to kill anyone until after the Exhibition started. Bummer. In the mean time, she would have to find something else to do. Humming softly to herself, Sophia made her way to the bar. If she wasn't allowed to kill anyone, she could at least get wasted or something. |
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| Random Precision | Dec 13 2010, 07:05 PM Post #3 |
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Subject 24601 entered the observation deck, glancing briefly at the two fellow competitors already in the room. He smiled slightly to himself in cocky confidence that he was most certainly going to be able to take these people out. He considered introducing himself to his opponents, or perhaps buying himself a drink. "No need," he thought. "There's no point in becoming friendly with my enemies, and there'll be plenty of time for drinks after I win some matches."
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| Fogey | Dec 14 2010, 05:43 AM Post #4 |
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A hand crept around the corner leading to the observation deck, slowly drumming its long fingers against the wall as a head poked past it to follow suit. "Oh joy!" The head spoke as a rather large grin accumulated on his face. "People!" Abandoning his rather awkward position on the wall Jack finally stepped fully into the room in all of his jesterhatty glory. This was WONDERFUL. Finally after that incessantly dull trip here he could finally interact with some people, except there was one problem. Everybody was just standing there. AWKWARDLY. That certainly wouldn't do. No, not one bit, but what was there to do. Jack would find something, even if it meant making a ridiculously loud proclamation to no single person in particular. "Hello chaps and chumps!" The Jester began. "My name is Jack of The Box, and I'm looking for a good time! Who wants one!" Afterwords his grin slimmed into something much more mischievous. If that wouldn't start a conversation then clearly these people had problems. But Jack was ok with that, as it would give him an excuse to act more outrageous. And he certainly liked doing that. |
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| Arklos | Dec 15 2010, 03:30 PM Post #5 |
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Sophia raised an eyebrow at the... Jack of the Box. And then she reached for the whiskey. If the man was as... odd... as he initially appeared to be, she was going to need it. What was his malfunction? They were all opponents. Not. Friends. And there would be no good time to be had for anyone but Sophia. Of that she was quite confident. |
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| Hexadecimal Vixen | Dec 19 2010, 09:07 PM Post #6 |
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There was a box, this wasn't just any box though, this was a special box... more over it was wooden box, a wooden crate to be more precise. This box had been wheeled into the observation deck sometime ago, and the top of the crate was currently being pried off by a team of men with crowbars. Inside the crate was a second one... a metal one that had had things like 'dangerous' or 'expensive' or 'do not open until Christmas' stenciled onto the sides with spray paint. All in all it was a very boring looking metal box. So it might have come as a surprise to some when a girl clad in armor was pulled out of it along with a good amount of dry ice and some mist. She was clad completely in polished white metal armor and her head was encased in a seamless white metal helmet... Noava the battle android. She was laid out on the ground carefully before one of the men reached back into the box and pulled out a book as thick as a dictionary. It was titled: The Guide to Assembling the Noava Maintenance Bay "Some assembly required my ass... try all assembly required" one of the workers grunted as they began to wheel the crate off to Noava's private quarters, they would spend the rest of the day building her maintenance bay. "At least we didn't have to build the girl too..." Noava rolled over on her side, the only even slight sign of life coming from her, as if trying to find a more comfortable position to nap on the floor. |
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| Fogey | Dec 23 2010, 06:43 AM Post #7 |
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Jack blinked for a second as an actual box was wheeled in by some other people containing a mysteriously tired girl in white armor. However his face immediately lit up as he took a few exaggeratedly long strides over to her. "Oh WONDERFUL!" The joker started in a delighted manner as he crouched down with an extremely wide grin on his face. "You've been in a box too! It is quite wonderful to meet someone... similar among these more antisocial persons." Jack then reached his hand out as if to grasp hers, but left it hanging for her to grab and shake. "Pardon me if I woke you Miss, my name is Jack. Who might you be?" |
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| MrStanle | Jan 2 2011, 04:48 AM Post #8 |
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They call me Ishmael
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-Hallway just outside the Observation Room- O'dril took long even strides toward the Observation Room. His dark, princely garments flowed around him in a graceful motion. His jet black hair was combed back tight against his scalp. His emerald green eyes glowed inside his strong, pail facial features. He was not looking forward to waisting anymore time. There were more important matters to attend to; he still had his country to maintain after all. He had considered not even making an appearance, but then thought better of it. He was going to have to see these people at one point or another anyway, so why not let them see the face of the one who would rub their's in the dirt. Two men wheeling a box around passed him in the hallway. He concentrated his heat vision in it's direction, and deduced it must be electronic parts. Judging by their uniforms, the two men must have been from Gallisa, which meant Noava had arrived. O'dril could hardly keep himself from spitting at the thought of her. He hated that AI had ever been allowed to compete in the Exhibition. Now he knew that his visit would be short. He wouldn't stay around a droid any longer than he had to. He approached the door and punched in the pass code he was given. The doors slid open. Scattered around the room were the strongest warriors of the most powerful countries on Helios; he wasn't impressed, nor did he expect to be. As he glanced at each one of them their weaknesses scrolled across his mind like an overlapping display screen. He wondered why he bothered imputing the information into his suit. "Greetings, my fellow competitors." he began, "It is an honor, and a privileged to be in the presents of," he paused and glanced at Noava, "most of you. As you know the winner of this Exhibition will be ruling Helios, and so I encourage us to become tolerable of one another, unless of course you are planning on employing the 'win, or die trying' strategy, in which case I am sure you can find several people here who would love help you with the later. I am pressed trying to wrap up some final diplomatic relations for Destoria, and must attend to them immediately. I look forward to seeing you all in the arena. As we say in Destoria, 'To touch the stars, one must first reach out his hand.' Good luck." He turned and left the room. Edited by MrStanle, Jan 10 2011, 01:46 AM.
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| Sariel | Jan 3 2011, 10:34 PM Post #9 |
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"Huh...people." Delta casually waved at his fellow competitors, while his telepathic sense floated about the room, subconsciously skimming off a basic knowledge of their abilities. So far, all of them were interesting; it seemed as if the nations of the world had decided to really Show Up for this Exhibition. Unlike some of the prior competitions he'd read about, there wouldn't be any landslide, one-hit victories this time. At least, not by Delta's reckoning. "So...where are you all from? I'm the Aurillian representative; Name's Delta Seven." |
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