[Isen]

Isen stared at the looming figure before him. The skin tight leather added a touch of what he assumed was supposed to be bad-ass. Well with her it worked and he couldn’t help, but wonder what he had been called here for. The woman held her hand out with a piece of paper in it and he reached for it slowly. Best not to make any sudden moves else be completely destroyed. The woman was known to kill at random and with little need of an excuse.

“Your orders are here Isen, for the viewing pleasure of a select few as well as myself we are reopening the Inheritance forums arena. I will send you names of people I want in each fight, and maybe every once in a while will choose how they are done. Here are your first as well as the required paperwork needed to start it up.” Then without a word of warning the leather clad figure turned and strode from the room while ominous music played in the back ground. The dark presence he hadn’t noticed beside her moved out shortly after.

He hadn’t noticed, but for some reason he was holding his breath. He let it out hastily and cleared his throat. “Well now that was an… odd encounter and one I hope to not repeat anytime soon. Unfortunately I have a feeling this may happen quite often. Well best not to displease her. I wouldn’t want to end up one of the unlucky ones.”

And with that Isen himself turned and left the dark room known as the Forum Suggestions room. There were things in the dark that he couldn’t see sure, he happened to bump into one of them on the way in. Obviously someone had suggested a battle arena be made. Though at the moment he wished a suggestion for a lightbulb to be put in the room would come. Somehow he had gained the unfortunate job of rounding up and preparing the members Arthryn wanted to see fight for her viewing pleasure… as well as a select few others. Just the thought of the meeting sent a chill down his spine.

“Well where am I to start. The Arena should still be there from when Mike was still around… but I’m pretty sure he shut it down. Who was her first line up? Hmm Opifex and Sogemplow. Can’t say I personally know either one of them, but I’ve heard of the first and at least seen the second. Guess I should get started then on the restoration first. And my dead line for the fight should be an easy one to meet.” He said as he walked out of the room stumbling over some ignored suggestion or other.

OOC: haha forgot the C-level.

This post has been edited by Isen: 06 June 2008 - 01:19 PM

[Isen]

Round robins are not allowed. Round robins are stories written by multiple authors, each who have a character who's point of view they use. Stories can be joint-written by up to three authors, but if more people jump in and the story lacks structure, it will be closed.

If that is what you mean then this is not that. and yes I have a plot in mind... etc.

This post has been edited by Isen: 12 May 2008 - 04:02 PM

[Crazyshow]

Ah, the potential........

Isen, you better do this idea justice. Just a warning....

[Isen]

Isen stared at the 72” plasma screen TV before him. The budget Arthryn had given him was enormous and so he had made quite a few improvements on the old Arena. Namely the Big screen plasma HD’s that hung all over the walls of the arena underworks. It was nice to have his own office as well. That was a very nice perk he had given himself.

The ehh… defense systems around the arena were state of the art now with a large electrical net dome over head. To keep some of the larger members like the dragonesque ones from running away. He didn’t know quite how effective it would be, but the mysterious cloaked figure he had bought it from assured him of it’s abilities.

He pushed the button on his desk and his voice echoed through the underworks which as of the moment were still quite empty. “Sogemplow report to my office for a briefing on your match.” He stated. And within moments the member was walking in his door. He didn’t salute or even really say a work just stared at Isen with an eerily crazed look in his eye. “Your match is up, and it’s against Opifex. I can’t tell you anything about her. Only that she is supposed to be rather good. She failed to come to my summons, but I am assured she will be here. Report up to the arena with whatever weapons from the storeroom you wish to use.”

A few moments later Isen watched the elevator ascend onto the arena with Sogemplow on it. His weapons of choice seemed to be a rather oversized chainsaw… and a rocket launcher attached to his back. Well he seems to have gone for the gore.

OOC: Well I ran out of time so the fight will happen in my next post.

This post has been edited by Isen: 13 May 2008 - 07:51 AM

[BeefStew]

This is really cool.

And if Sog wins, I'm kicking you.

[Kazza]

Agreed. Opifex can't lose.

[Isen]

OOC: Actually I got the idea of them fighting from TPFanGirls Story. Just read and find out. *insert maniacal laughter.

IC: Isen watched the plasma HD screen before him, the resolution perfectly putting him on the field behind Sogemplow. The wind blowing through the arena picked up and a small dust devil ran across the spot Opifex was supposed to be. Isen nervously checked his watch. He hoped the lateness wouldn't piss of Arthryn to much. Being obliterated body and soul weren't exactly on his to do list for the day.

A roar echoed from the screen before him and he looked up to se his once day time arena had become black as night blotted out by some storm that appeared out of no where. Lightning struck the ground around the arena and Sogemplow seemed to be luckily dodging a few bolts here and there. The Rocket launcher on his back seemed to be acting like a lightning rod and he hastily threw it away. The blast that shook where the thing had fallen knocked him from his feet and left his staring up at... something in the sky with amazement. A warning light went off beside him to signal that the net he had in place over the city had been broken through.

He didn't have to wait long before a being so massive its tail landed into the crowd around the arena landed. The members that were sitting in those places were of course dead. He had to change the channel to get a better view of whatever had landed. It was a beyond massive dragon just sitting in there. From his screen he could see the shocked expression on Sogemplows face. He had to question what the hell was going on with this huge dragon in his arena. Suddenly a shape caught his eyes that seemed to be descending from the back of the beast. It took a few minutes for who or whatever it was to reach the ground and turn around.

Now that he could actually see whatever it was he saw it was human and female. She had black hair though he couldn't really tell the length and was dressed in all black seemingly baggy clothing. "Computer get me the data on this member." He stated and in less than a few seconds the data appeared on his screen beside the member. A few fan girl screams echoed from the other room.

(Can't resist temptation)
Name: Opifex
Title: Goddess of writing *bestowed by many members as well an admin or two.*
Weapon of choice: Unknown.
Abilities: Unknown.

Well she seems to like to make a grand entrance. Isen thought as the dragon started to move up and out of the arena. Sogemplow was still on the ground astounded by what had transpired in the few moments before. After a few minutes the storm that had magically appeared over head disappeared. The hell was that. He thought as he reached for the mike before him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, Moderators and members, Arthryn and Tim. The first match of the newly founded Inheritance Forums Arena will begin... Momentarily." And even through the ground he could hear more cheers of delight. "I give you the first two fighters. Opifex Goddess of writing," At the name cheers echoed even louder from the other room and above him. "And Sogemplow, self proclaimed Chainsaw wielding lunatic." The cheers he could from above never died, but from the other room he could hear boo's.

He stood up and moved over to the door. opened it hastily and looked out. "Kazza Beef Stew quiet, you're ruining my introduction." As he closed the door he saw them make weird faces in his direction and start chanting Opifex's name. Feh I give up. What was Arthryn thinking arranging a match like this.

His gaze drifted back to the screen to see the two fighters still alive intact and unharmed in anyway. As a matter of fact Opifex was staring blankly at Sogemplow while he had his hands in the air waving like an idiot to the crowd. "Are youuuu readyyy." Not a sound came to him what was left of the crowd remained silent. they seemed to be concentrating on the fight that would soon erupt below them, and may god... I mean Arthryn have mercy on the losers soul... which wasn't going to happen.


Edited: Forgot to spell check it.
Edited 2nd time: Due to an error that Kazza pointed out *hits self on head for stupidity*

This post has been edited by Isen: 13 May 2008 - 06:34 PM

[Kazza]

"Kazza Beef Stew quiet, you're ruining my introduction."

*shifty eyes*
You know, you should call her a goddess, not a god. Can I be a fighter in this?

[Stormfire]

If Opifex loses, I'll rip you to shreds.

Anyway, carry on.

[Huevos Rancheros!]

Go Sogemplow!

[Isen]

Isen couldn’t believe the two of them. It had been about five minutes and neither of them had moved. Opifex looked bored to be there and Sogemplow was… a bit nervous. Not that you could really blame him, what with the enormous dragon that had landed in the arena mere minutes ago. Suddenly Sogemplow reached for the chainsaw on the ground beside him. Luckily it was still intact after that lightning shower. He pulled the starter a few times and it came to life.

“Allllll Right folk it looks like things are about to kick off. Who will win… Opifex, or Sogemplow?” He said loudly into the microphone. His eyes watched closely as tumbleweed moved across the screen between the two fighters. How the hell did that get there. He thought.

Moments later Sogemplow jumped into action rushing at the seemingly defenseless woman before him. A smile spread across her face as she easily dodged the first and second swing of the chainsaw. As Sogemplow turned back around Isen saw a demented look in his eye that said the man was a bit… lunicidal. He thrust the sparking weapon directly at her, and she dodged again. Though this time he had nearly hit her.

Isen watched on the shifting screen before him as her face changed from a smile to one of disapproval. She spoke some words he couldn’t hear. I need to get some kind of sound system set up for this thing. He thought as a rather large metal pole… or club of some kind appeared in Opifex’s hand. More camera’s as well.

She moved forward with grace and speed he hadn’t thought she could posses and smacked him in the hand with it. Sogemplow dropped the chainsaw with a cry of pain. His crazed glare never faltering as he moved to tackle Sogemplow. Due to his close proximity he succeeded and they fell to the ground. A scuffle ensued in which Sogemplow who seemed to be more powerful at least strength wise was winning. That is of course until Opifex’s knee came up between his legs and the members eyes bulged.

Isen from his position of safety cringed at the sight. It wasn’t exactly what he would call fare play, but then again this wasn’t fight like a sissy arena and it kind of was to the death. Opifex pushed the man off of her self and moved to stand above Sogemplow who was still on the ground rolling around in agony. Suddenly Opifex looked up in the direction of the large Balcony with a throne on it. Arthryn was there along with Tim in a smaller one beside her. There were also a few other Isen couldn’t really recognize, but obviously were closely associated with Arthryn in some way.

Her arm and hand moved out with her thumb pointed to the side. She seemed to pause for dramatic effect and he heard screams of get on with it from the other room. Suddenly the finger turned downward and Opifex nodded. The club came down on the members head and Sogemplow was still. A ghostly figure ascended from the body and seemed to be sucked toward Arthryn. When it arrived in shrunk into a ball and was cast aside into a small waste basket beside her.

The crowd went wild at this and Isen heard two loud screams and thuds from the other room. He merely sighed and closed his eyes. So the first match is through for this week. What will Arthryn have planned next time? I shudder to think of it really.

OOC: Haha was there ever any real doubt to begin with on who would win... I mean really.

[Kazza]

No. There was never any doubt at all.

[Opifex]

GAHAHAHAH! Opifex SMASH!

[China Oolong]

Hey! I should be part of the crazy fangirls, shouldn't I?
...After all, I AM the craziest fan.

[Kazza]

That's true. Isen, just to tell you, at the moment, Opifex has a fanclub currently consisting of four people.
President: Me
Vice-President: BeefStew
Craziest (and youngest) Fan: Unconquerableflame
Lurking Fan: Stormfire