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Colosseum of Challengers - Red Capote
It is sunday and nothing seemed to be happening. Obviously. But then, out of the ashes of boredom and death, a lone colosseum appeared in the middle of the city. Stone and great pillars with drawings of heroes past greet the warriors. Inside, the arena was massive and of nothing but sand. Above it, the Emperor's seat was completely empty and the audience seats were all empty as well. It was probably stay this way anyway, this isn't ancient Rome.
A young girl wanders into the arena. She has an unusual companion with her, a serpent that seems to be going through her head. Though her mouth is stitched shut, her feminine voice can be heard clearly S: This is rather unusual. Aren’t historic buildings like this usually more occupied Another, masculine and refined voice can be heard answering the first L: I beg your pardon milady, but isn’t there another question we should be asking? S: What would that be Leviathan L: why is it you are awake?
Soft snoring, coming from the stands, is suddenly interrupted as its source is woken by the voices nearby. The young man grumbles and sits up. Musta fallen asleep a... They trail off as they look down at the girl and the... snake wandering around below. What the hell? Am I dreaming or somethin'?
Flames burn the seat of the emperor, repacling it with a golden ox. Matador was sitting on top of it, looking down at the arena without muttering a single word.
Eh? He rubs his eyes and looks up at the new ox and... whatever the skeleton thing is. He's not exactly sure. This is one weird dream... He shrugs and hops down to the ground, gripping the edge of the wall to slow his fall a bit.
S: I’m afraid I have no idea. Is there another Skullgirl? L: That’s the troubling part, I ca- The serpent looks up at Morikazu, having just noticed his awakening L: pardon me milady, it appears we are not alone, we may wish to greet our new guest. The young girl looks up to the stands and waves to Morikazu S: Pardon The intrusion, would you happen to know where we are?
*he digs out from the ground and looks around* Hello there.
*The Baron steps in* What's up with this skeleton ass bitch? Hell, what's up with this sandy ass arena? Am I back in Bari Shur? Fuckin' hated that place.
The highschooler stares at the two, trying to figure out what exactly they are in this strange dream world, then shrugs. Looks like some kinda coliseum. You know, like that one in Rome. Don't know why there's a skeleton here, though. He raises an eyebrow at the new arrivals, but decides to just ignore them for now.
(edited by Morikazu-Matsushita)
"Myah." Was all the skeletal champion said in response to the human guy, and quite possibly to everyone else. He then jumped down into the arena with ease, and making a very glamorous pose of times old. "Are you here to see this great corrida? The audience is waiting for a fight, and the bull should come soon."
A young man with gray hair walks into the Coliseum. He wears a black coat and has a calmness about him that can only be described as composed. He wanders into the arena seemingly unaware of the other occupants as his gaze fixates on the Matador. I thought I felt a strange presence nearby when this coliseum appeared. Is this one of those demons Tatsuya is always talking about? What does it want exactly? Yu puts a hand to his chin as he observes the Matador in hope to decipher its will. Better to consider his options given the lack of information on this strange event.
A fight? He grins and punches his palm with a fish. A strange energy begins to surround his body. So he could even use this in a dream... I'm game. A bull should be no problem!
*Big Band enters the coliseum* There's a coliseum in this city now?
Bitch, I punch out super mutants. A single bull ain't gonna be a problem for the Baron, you feel me?
*he dusts off the dirt and looks at the Matador and Squigly* So I encounter a skeletal Mariachi bullfighter and a dead singer with a worm through her head...
L: Well, the skeleton does explain a little at least. Perhaps we should try asking him? S: That’s an excellent idea. Let’s try to get his attention The young girl waves over to Matador, hoping to catch his eye S: excuse me, you don’t seem to be mindless, would you happen to know why I’m awake? The pair briefly looks around the arena and sees most others prepared for a fight S: perhaps the floor is a bad place to be right now. L: good idea, let us ascend to the seats. The pair quickly and gracefully walk over to the stadium wall and, with a physics defying leap, jump over it and take a seat in the stands instead. Once they are there, they overhear Stormcall and, rather than shout, comment to each other S: I must say, quite rude calling you a worm, isn't he Leviathan? L: I've endured worse insults, still, perhaps it would be a good idea to correct him?
(edited by Squiggly)
Matador stands his ground as more and more challengers appear. The fiend was now itching for a fight, but alas, he needed to stay calm. His wonderful audience was waiting and he taking the spotlight would never be fair. "I see that a great number of incredible champions have made themselves present in this colosseum of strenght. I shall test your abilities, but at the same time, I expect you all to make a great spectacle for my brothers and sisters!" Matador steps with his tremendous force on the ground. Everything shakes, and thousands upons thousands of skeletal beings form as the audience. Rock and metal collide and the loud, powerful roar of the people want to see the warrior to put on a great show. "What say you!?"
Hell yeah! He pumps his fist into the air, and the ghostly form of a humanoid creature appears behind him in the same pose for a moment. Bring it on, you sack of bones!
*he backs up* Sorry about that. Being stuck with the Hive made my head be twisted and toyed about.
You better be payin me for this.
*Sigh* Its been a while since I've fought someone. *Big Band gets into a fighting stance* So, I'd might as well fight this skeleton.
(edited by Big-Band)
The pair flinch when the crowd forms around them, Leviathan quickly turns around to look at the large group of undead L: I think I might have some idea milady. That initial skeleton may be related to our current situation S: That would make sense, he does have some control over the dead it seems. Do you feel anything from him Leviathan? L: I'm afraid not milady, that's why I'm unsure. I should have to block his influence, but I'm not.
"Oh santa María, you are not going to fight me, oh no. None of you, as strong as you may be, would ever be on the same level as the greatest of swordmen." Matador burns to ashes, only to reappear on top og the Golden Ox, quietly sitting on the Emperor's place. "Amidst the blood of enemies and applause of my kinship, you shall face a single, terrible beast of old. This creature has defeated many men in battle, even the breavest of warriors have been put to tears by it's sheer presence." From the wall, behind its darkest shadow, a gate slowly opens, only red eyes shine in the middle of the void. Heavy breathing, the shaking of ground and an air difficult to breath. The powerful beast waits for everyone to be ready, as it knows it will eliminate every single one of them and wants to give them a chance to prepare, although futile in the end. "My brethren! I present you with the warrior worthy of a candelabrum! En guardia!" One last chance to give up.
*he loads a mag into his Inaugural Address pulse rifle* I am going to be revive... alot...
Oh. A bullfight. Was kind of expecting that. He shrugs and glares at the beast. Let's beat up this dream thing, then!
Let's just get this over with.
The pair gaze down into the arena, watching preparations S: Perhaps it would be best for us to assist them. L: With all due respect milady, it is not a good idea for you to endanger yourself so. I suggest we wait this one out. S: Very well, but wouldn't it be a shame if any of them were to get hurt? L: If you insist..... Perhaps we can come to an agreement? Wait out to see if anything too bad happens, and if it does, we come to intervene. S: That seems like an excellent idea Leviathan. Very well, for now we can enjoy the show. The snake coils its tail to form a chair of sorts for the young woman to sit down in. Much more comfortable than on the stone stands, she watches the group eagerly.
"BEHOLD, THE MIGHTY MILK!!!" The audience roars as a very menacing cow steps out of the dark very slowly. "Moo" Is all it says, and the audience cowers in fear.
(edited by -Matador-)
LOU- The young man's dramatic shout is interrupted by a fit of laughter. He manages to compose himself after a few moments and straightens up. M... Might Milk... Okay, I'm good. I'm good.
What's the matter? Not able to get it up? Guess you skeletons don't really have what it takes, eh? This bitch is beyond limp. Ha ha ha. *The Baron then watches the cow enter the arena and bursts out laughing* This is the big threat, eh? Got beef with us or something? One Sunday roast, coming up. Ha ha ha ha.
(edited by Black_Baron)
*He blankly stares at the cow* ...Okay. *Big Band starts off with doing his taunt, turning him into bagpipes* https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/skullgirls/images/b/b5/Bagpipe_Blues.png/revision/latest?cb=tel:20160630204117
(edited by Big-Band)
*he bust out laughing* A COW?! HA!
"I believe Might Milk is enough for all of you. Go on my lovely, defeat those tios." Might Milk slowly, very, very slowly but surely walks forward. "Moo."
*He extends the taunt because why not*
The pair looks down at the cow in disbelief S: That creature hardly looks dangerous L: Agreed milady, seems there was no need to assist them after all. Though you never really know with these sorts of things. S: I suppose. Regardless, we may as well continue watching.
*The Baron shrugs before shaking his head* My man. This ain't even worth a dime. You really think so low of the motherfucking black baron that a cow can take me out. Ah hell nah.
*he does the Salty emote to taunt the cow* https://78.media.tumblr.com/f37d2b11a3a86f447db60f1f7a722169/tumblr_ovxlrx5RtC1vzm1klo1_250.gif
"I believe that by reading you name, "Black Baron", you can exactly pin point why you are so weak" The audience laughs. "The baron part. Anyway, MIGHT MILK, DO IT!" The god damn cow moos a single time before taking the chance and stomping the Warlock with an overlysized hoof coming down from the skies, "Moo."
AUGH!!! WHAT cow is this?!
Aw, you did not say that. Bitch, you want to come down here instead of staying out my reach? I'll pimp slap yo ass back to the mausoleum.
L: There, as you can see milady, that is no ordinary bovine The young girl watches the cow's oversized hoof strike Warlock, as the serpent coils more closely around her. She begins scratching the serpent's chin S: You're right, I shouldn't have doubted you Leviathan. You've led me well so far. I simply hope the others will be ok. L: Benevolent as always milady.
*Big Band stops the taunt due to the oversized hoof* I see, so this isn't a normal cow. I should've expected this right when the cow entered.
"Sorry Weak Baron but I think this cow, which is like 10% my total absolute power is enough for your weak ass." [The fricking cow attacks with like other 6 oversized hoofs at the same time and all over the place, wanting to squash them all.] "MOO."
(edited by -Matador-)
The young man dodges one of the hooves, trying to hold back laughter. I don't know what's going on, but I love this dream anyway. Persona! Mudo! A humanoid, wolf-like beast materializes behind him. It howls and sends a single wave of black energy at the cow.
*He tries to protect himself from the hooves with a giant cymbal, but he gets hit by one* D-Damn!! I might as well punch the dumb thing. *Big Band tries to punch the cow with his big fist*
(edited by Big-Band)
OOC: "Like" 6 other hoofs lol Seeing one of the hooves approaching them, Leviathan springs into action, uncoiling in order to lunge like a spear towards another part of the stands, and drag his host out of the way just before the hoof crashes down near them S: My thanks Leviathan, though perhaps this cow is too dangerous for us to allow? L: Very well, let us take care of it quickly. The young girl jumps towards the cow, in a moment, the snake extends towards the cow, growing in width as well as length. A few red lines can be seen as it extends its body towards the cow, mouth wide and full of purple flame S: Take this! Dragon Strike!!
*a cubic machine pops out of nowhere* Ghost: Guardian Down. Revive is needed.
At least I have an ass, you bony motherfucker. I guess all that air passing pass those empty legs of yours has some purpose, cause your a fuckin wind bag. I bet ya- whoa! *The baron is taken aback as a hoof lands in front of him* The hell was that? This cow trying to lay the smack down on the baron? I don't think so. *The baron attempts to punch the cow in the face*
Somehow, the cow simply eats the damage. It decides not to do anything else this turn because everyone is just too weak. "Moo~"
Immune to Mudo. That sucks. Then again, bosses are usually immune to stuff like that in video games... Alright, Mori, think. This is a bullfight, so by dream logic... He takes off his jacket, then waves it like a cape. Over here!
Why is this motherfucking cow trying to eat my hand? *The Baron proceeds to attempt to pull his hand out of the cows mouth* Let... my... hand... go!
*Big Band moonwalks backwards* This is one tough ass cow.
The cow, however, is interested by the jacket and immediately walks towards it, ignoring and leaving alone everyone else. Except Balck Baron, he get like I dunno 3 mega hoofs from the sky "Moo." Might Milk has got quite the silver tongue.
The pair looks between each other, and back to the unharmed cow. L: Milady, perhaps it is best for us to leave? S: Afraid not Leviathan, after all, even the detective is here. We'll simply have to try harder. L: Surely you don't mean.... S:Inferno.... Leviathan's serpentine tail coils around the young girl once more. The snake itself rises up and grows, its upper body becoming highly muscular and two arms quickly grow as the serpent forms a ball of purple energy. The serpent breathes and the energy ball swirls around the cow before striking it L: OF LEVIATHAN!
Oh-ho, you like this? Come on! "Mori" waves the jacket, as if taunting Might Milk.
*The Baron falls to the ground, finally getting his hand back. Then he is crushed by 3 hoofs* Aw...hell...naw...
*the cubic ghost floats to Squiggly* Ghost: Hello there. I am Renox's Ghost. And you two are interesting.
[The god damn cow stops as it feels the weak attack the kind of attractive snake lady did. It was laughable but good enough for the cow to do nothing.] "Moo...moomoo mooooooooo." It said without much of a care, and then extended its own neck, like a giraffe, and reached out to the jacket with its mouth open so wide it could swallow the entire empire state. "MOOOOOOOO." And also another head appears out of its udder and tries to eat the cubic ghost. "MOW."
*The Baron groans as he gets up* That hurt... But I've lived through worse...
Hey! No eating this! It's the only one I got! Mori runs the heck out of the arena to save his precious jacket. The wolf-man appears again to help him climb up into the stands.
Ghost: I am just going to leave. *he floats to a safe location*
*Since I was afk, let's just say that I got knocked back by the hooves, and was unconscious the whole time*
"Moo." Might Milk stands up on both back hoofs or something and crosses the front ones. It looks at everyone with a very despective look as if saying "Pathetic." and goes back to sleep inside its cage. Matador laughs and claps. "It appears the weakest monster was too much for all of you. Too bad, very bad indeed. You warriors lose."
(edited by -Matador-)
(Matador you god)
Alright... *Big Band gets up as his color pallet changes* ... you pissed me off. Ooc: http://gn4rk.com/img/BBjojo.png This one.
You can't say we lost when you never entered he playing field, my man. Come down here and play. *The Baron cracks his knuckles.* Unless you're scared.
"It was a simple cow, which I hunted and defeated hard enough that it became my pet. Do you know honestly think you can beat ME if you couldn't win against a dumb animal?" Matador was not amused and didn't move at all. His skeletal head didn't show any emotion. Amazing. "Myah"
The pair watches the cow walk away, eyes wide open S: Well, at least it ended well. Quite an impressive animal that. Do you think it had a parasite? L: I should have known if it did. Alas, it seems it is simply that strong of a cow. Rather curious, really. S: No matter, so long as it doesn't hurt anyone, there's no reason not to let it be. L: Well said milady.
30 seconds. That'll be all I need.
"Quite the premature weak ass man. Very well. I shall personally humiliate you." Matador, in a rather casual way walks down the big wall, defying gravity itself and walking directly in front of everyone. He is holding his ever trusty sword and red capote. "De acuerdo, zopencos. Sentid la ira de mi SABLE!" Matador is ready to fight.
*the warlock respawns* Augh... that hurts...
Now we're talking. Come on, bitch. *The Baron runs at Matador, his gauntlet catching on fire, before throwing a punch straight at the Matador's skull*
The pair look at each other for a moment, before leaping back to the stands L: Great idea milady, lets not get hurt because some big lout decided to pick a fight S: I do hope they don't go too far.
Matador gracefully holds his capote to the side and stands there, waiting for the right moment. "Myah, Red Capote. You will see that an angry bull just becomes dumber." His speed became extraordinaire, and with a graceful and swift move, he avoided the attack. Him and everyone in the audice shout at the same time with excitement. "OLÉ!
(edited by -Matador-)
Urgh. Annoying mother... *The Baron attacks with a flurry of punches.*
This time, Matador does the same trick, but for every single of his punches. Red Capote made him annoyingly fast. "OLÉ! With puños so easy to see coming you will never defeat me. I, the great Matador thrive and live for the applause of my people." Matador attempts to make the Black Baron trip.
*The Baron avoids Matador's attempt to trip him and pimp slaps the skeleton* See, if you're a skeleton, you dead already. Meaning you tripped up once on the job. Meaning you trip up once, and I can dismantle you.
"Fool. I was never alive to begin with." Matador takes the pimp slap like a champ and doesn't even react. "Myah."
*Big Band screams from the wall of the coliseum to try to be louder than the crowd* Ya know, you can always tag me in if you want!
Hey, I pimp slapped that mother fucker. You can tag in if you want, my man. *The Baron holds a thumbs up to Big Band before kicking at the Matador's chest*
"OLÉ!" Matador doesn't give a shit and dodges again. "This is a joke, unless I get beaten down in like a second I won."
Alright, let's do this! *He charges in, and tries to punch Matador*
*The baron walks to the arena wall, tapping where he hit the Matdor on his own face* Take a look in the mirror, skele-boy. I branded your bone with the bird on my bitchin gauntlet. You're my bitch now. Right at the end of 30 seconds as well, if I counted correctly.
(edited by Black_Baron)
Fire away! *starts firing at the Matador with his Inaugural Address*
"Myah hah hah hah hah" Matador melts into the ground with a note that says "Fake". Meanwhile, the Golden Ox bursts open, and from inside, Matador simpley laughed at them because lol. "Good job at beating a fake. I would never fight against a weakling, I'm not into massacres! Also I'm gone bye." The god damn Colosseum is gone with Matador. Lol
I beat the skeletor I challenged with one blow in 30 seconds. The Baron keeps his promises, my man. I also remember debts. *The Baron walks off, smiling and talking to himself.* That cow thing could be a new bloodbath challenge. Ooh, I wonder how this town would deal with Deathwatch? Oh ho ho. A new game is forming in my head. Oh, Baby. This is gonna be good.
As the pair were sitting in the stands, the colosseum vanishing results in their beginning to fall. The serpent acts quickly, attaching its tail to the ground and slowing the girl's fall S: Well that was rather rude, taking away the place without warning L: There's no accounting for taste milady, perhaps we had best find another spot? S: Good idea Leviathan. I'm sure there's someone around here who can help us. And so the unusual pair walk off into the sunset, neither more nor less prepared than when they had arrived
What a waste of my time. *Big Band flies away*