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Underhull

@Enkryption

The man swung his cane an arch before holding it in his free hand, giving Juniper a smile. "It's kosher darling, now...", he turned to John again, "you've come at a convenient time for me. One of our favorites had suddenly slipped away from their fight, also a vision user. And visions are oh so rare these days. We were going to delay a little before we could get another vision user to go up against them... But I suppose this can be a great chance at a debut for you", the way he talked about it he seemed delighted, and why wouldn't he be. Still, it seemed John was going to be allowed to make some money here.

"Of course, win your fight, you get money for it. That is nothing to say about betting on yourself too... Or others, if you're so inclined", his smile was a little smarmy, arrogant in a way. He was the showrunner for this place after all, perhaps some form of attachment is what gives him that confidence.

"Ah, perhaps I should introduce myself first. I have a feeling you'll be around awhile. Name's Charles Blanchet. I and the crowd like you enough, perhaps you can ask for special favors... By that I mean of course, fights. Ones worth far more than the one you're about to go into", he seemed eager about being asked about such things though the reasons may not be yet clear.

"Now, Juniper darling, please show him to the backstage and help him get ready", he waved to have John and Juniper head off. The two would find the back stage was full of medical supplies, food, drink, and even weapons, though most of the time it seems competitors would bring their own anyways, so these various firearms and melee weapons would have a thing layer of dust on them. Still, if John wanted to eat or drink up before going in, she was quite free to do so here. Juniper on the other hand, her role would be to brief him on who his opponent was.
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Al-Marabar, Sand King Arena

@Renose@Teyao@Letter Bee

As the all-out brawl in the arena continued, there were rumblings on the outside of the stands as armed pirates began to fill the backs. Well, it wasn't unusual for people to bring their own weapons with them, but they all wore the same bandanas, cloaks, arm bands, or masks. Orange with their logo emblazoned on it, based on the Aldugan, a giant sand worm that lives in this region. The Aldugan Spines. It wasn't unusual to see them every so often, but in this number... One might notice something, that is if it wasn't for most people's eyes to be glued to the battle down below.

Takemura the Oni would engage in direct combat with Fiske, intended to fight him one on one, going so far as to throw others away or stop Fiske from going to other fighters. Ken on the other hand would find his waiting for an opportunity to work against him as a pyro wielder made themselves known, throwing a blazing javelin at him and engaging in combat. He seemed to have noticed that Ken was a vision wielder too and figured he'd eliminate him to be rid of competition in this brawl, but either would find themselves under pressure by wayward gladiators flanking them as soon as the two felt they might have a one on one fight.

Truly there was no escaping that there were others in this. The Geo generators gave shields to anyone who could pick them up, enabling them to get an edge over whatever opponent they found themselves facing. Working especially well as it also absorbed the kinetic force, allowing the one shielded to power through, given the shield did not break.



Al-Marabar, Underhull

@Enkryption@AzureKnight and maybe @The Irish Tree???

The underground world of Al-Marabar is extensive, almost a second city within the city, and that might be because residents up on top, may regularly make visits to the Underhull. Underneath the layers of ships and decks is an underground area of sorts, lit up constantly with electric lighting of varying colours. It was almost like a different place. The varying colours started from people being unable to be picky about the kinds of lighting they could get access to, but some artisans down here have even taken to making specially designed lights as signs.

Within this place however was a particular club. The gladiator fights are a popular past time for the peoples above, as brutal as they can be there were still rules in place to prevent participants from killing as much as they can. Here however, the Underhull's own small, caged colosseum known as Club Spades, or 'the Club' as most down here call it. Juniper Mofferan led the three, primarily John through the Underhull, and to this particular 'Club'. The entrance had a big neon sign saying 'Club Spades', the logo being simply a clubs and spade card suit being crossed over each other in two different colours.

As they entered into the arena itself, it was a cage match format, very different to the larger, more spacious colosseum. In fact it was a lot more crowded and compacted down here. As Juniper led them through the crowds, they found themselves slipping back out to 'backstage', as it were.

"Ahh Juniper! My good friend, so what's this gift you have for me?", the group entered into a neon lit lounge, there were various other underworld presences here, but it seemed to be focused around this man who approached them. The man was sharply dressed with a ritzy purple suit, shrouded glasses in a shade of dark red that hid the expression of his eyes, and a smile that was both unnerving and charismatic. He held a walking cane, adorned with a small and rather cute owl which almost didn't fit with his rather showy getup.

"Might they be talented fighters? New staff? Or... Sponsors?" his eyes rested on Tiziana, to whom he was referring to as he said that. He clearly recognized her.

"Whatever they may be, there's money to be made. Whether you want to risk your wallet... Or your life", he leaned in a little as he finished his sentence. One can bet on fights here, sponsor a fighter and get returns on their wins, or be a fighter and earn money by winning.
Al-Marabar, Sand King Arena


The Sand King Arena, called so simply as the Sand King himself presides over it, 90% of the time at least. It was a large arena, and for awhile today it had been running single combat. In fact there was one going on right now, between Fiske and an Oni. The two stood upon the sand, somewhat hot from the burning sun above, the roaring crowd around them as they raised their weapons and... One single thunderous clap stopped and silenced everything.

All looked up towards the Sand King's throne as he stood up, seemingly with an announcement.

"I am sure all are looking forward to this match, yet I have been apprised of a development!" He raised his arms as he addressed his crowd, like an emperor standing before a party he was hosting.

"Today has been a rather fruitful day, for there were more new potential fighters than we had originally anticipated! And so I would like for one, free for all melee!", this was certainly not something Fiske had anticipated on, and the same with the Oni. Yet no matter what deals were cut for this match, the Sand King's word was law.

At this time, inside of the Arena's other facilities, the cages and all others, things were suddenly in a buzz with activity as wardens rushed to grab any of the new slaves that had been obtained today, among them including Ken, an Uveran gunslinger. He was hastily handed a cheap revolver and a belt with some bullets, and sent out in his slave rags. Others like him were moved as well, but it seemed they would be coming out of other exits of the arena.

Of course, at the same time... Crowds were also quite excited. Bets were being made, and those who simply enjoyed spectacle were not disappointed with this development. While such things were normal for the Sand King, they were infrequent enough that when they occurred, everyone knew to run their ass over to the arena to watch. Some enterprising shops were already sending out people to sell food for the event.

Eyes back on the arena itself, the gates on the edges came to life as they slowly lifted, letting out groups of the slaves, armed with whatever they could either get, or whatever they can grab. There was indeed quite the selection, and a decent few, almost two dozen were now in participation in the arena. One man tried to get the jump on this grand melee, raising his blade and charging Fiske, but he was suddenly halted in his tracks of a large, golden arrow of earth blasted at the feet in front of him.

"Now now! I appreciate the enthusiasm, but what fun is any normal melee?!", the arrow came from the throne, in his hands the Sand King held a giant bow, and just as easily as it appeared, it disappeared from his hands in a golden wisp. As soon as he did he clicked his fingers. The ground below the participants whirred to life as Geo constructs sprouted out of the ground in a formation, emanating a pulse.

"Our audience and veterans know what these are! Geo generator constructs! It creates a geo reaction to any element! I've been told we have more than two vision wielders among our new participants! And so I felt this might be an appropriate bit of spice!", of course... When a Geo reaction goes off of any element it drops an energy shield for anyone who can grab it... Meaning this kind of hazard was good not just for vision users, but anyone who doesn't use a vision too... A surprisingly fair addition to this brawl.

"Well without further ado, even I am excited to see how this may play out! Let the battle begin!"

@Letter Bee@Enkryption
It's there now at the bottom.
@Renose I do recommend you join the Discord. Overall the sheet is actually fine, but there are some specifics and caveats I'll need to talk to you about and ask for.
Geo Chapter
Red-Gold Rivers in the Desert Sand


Zweidaya, the great capital of Al-Marabar and a moving city that sails the dunes like a giant sigil of order and power in the lawless land. The massive sand ship had been built up over many generations, extended in some areas, and at times had simply joined another sand ship, eventually being built on top of and becoming indistinguishable from the greater image. As a result the city feels like walking through an endless ship, it's wooden decks and planks creating roads and walkways, the assorted masts and sails becoming akin to a shopkeep's signboard or becoming a beam from which one could layer something on top. The underground becomes a maze of it's own in some areas as when ships were packed together, small, narrow roads were formed and carved out with little thought, and occasionally would open up to a large clearing when the occasional sand ship had been hollowed out to become some sort of great hall. As one might venture further up the city, it would be hard to notice the large, circular arena, surrounded by masts. At the mid to upper levels of the city looking down from the railings, one could see the gladiatorial arena down below, the city's most popular blood sport at the behest of the Sand King, Axon.

Even now one could see him sitting upon a throne slapped together from the wheels and flags of old and now completely defunct sand pirate crews, ones he and his predecessor and older brother had wiped out for one reason or another. He sat there, posture straight up, and arms crossed with a grin on his face, tilting his head every so often as if he was interested in seeing the matches and their developments. He had broad shoulders, especially noticeable with the giant pauldron he had on his left shoulder, caramel skin, and a seemingly constant grin. He wore a headband with long hair slicked back in a wild and free fashion. He wore leather wraps around his forearms in favor of a greave, he had a large, ripped cloak wrapped around his waist, baggy pants, which then were put into uniform shape by metal padded boots.

This city though it is ruled by the presence and law of the Sand King, is still a ship full of crooks and criminals. Markets circulating goods of concerning legality, people being herded either to become fighters or labor, or just simply, dangerous items that are outlawed in other lands. It's not a reach or unusual to think someone could be talking about a devious plot within this place.




"Blue Diamond eh...?", a merchant sat in a dark corner of the city, eyeing what seemed to be a blue dust at first, yet as his scope focused upon the grains, he soon learned why it was called such. Every single grain was a perfect diamond shape.

"Indeed, one whiff of this, and even the most stout of gentlemen will be reduced to a shameful, giddy mess", before this merchant stood a man clearly not of this land. A fine Averton suit, top hat, a moustache so finely combed you could see the exact path he had run through it. His eyes were stern and cold, and behind him stood what appeared to be Sand Pirates. They wore similar garb, and anyone from around here would know whose garb it belonged to, the Aldugan Spines. A rather notorious Sand Pirate crew known for dragging slaves away to labor in one of their many mines.

"You would have me... Distribute this?"

"Indeed", he twirled his finger while his other hand pulled out his pocket watch, which engraved on the inside was a vision, glowing blue, it appeared to be of Hydro.

"If you do not... I will find someone else. Remember what I had said about the offer. You will get a 60% cut. In Averton, such a ludicrous offer would be snatched up in an instant... Personally I objected to this, but higher ups believe it is important it be pushed above all else", the merchant listened to the Averton businessman's offer... Huffed slightly, looking around a little...

"Peddling... "Miracle" items, can be quite dangerous... Especially within the city. I trust you know this, and have not foolishly brought more than this bag onto this ship", the man put his watch away, the click making everyone in the immediate interaction tense up. He did not even look in the merchant's direction.

"Of course... I would not be so foolish. I'm afraid I am on a tight schedule, so, what'll it be?", the merchant pursed his lips...

"Very well...", with that, the businessman clicked his fingers, and motioned to the pirates.

"You know the drill by now, get the gentleman up to speed. I have other places to be", and with that, he was gone, striding away so quickly his coat tails would flow behind him. The sand pirates approached the merchant, and shared the details with the merchant as they were instructed, and had seemed to do so many times.


Aight Independents are out. If you wanna discuss them I highly recommend using discord to do that.

@Teyao I would recommend making Water Barrage have a cooldown instead of just not being able to generate water from your body anymore, you DO have a Hydro vision after all, the source of the water is the vision's elemental power.
@AzureKnight Pretty much a shoe-in actually. You can put her in the character section.

@Enkryption More or less good, although perhaps a couple things.

To better define your sorcery, make a new name to put Ionizing Purity and Shock and Awe under one umbrella for the sake of the Independent. From what I can tell, her sorcery is based on the body, and gives her more control over what it can do and manage.

And I also recommend doing a bit of formatting, it had taken me a little extra time to sift through it. I am allowing the two weapons mainly because it is important for your fighting style, so do bear that in mind. It would be appreciated if the weapons didn't seem to blend together on your sheet.

Other than that, you're good.

Once again I'll be giving out personal independents a little later for everyone so stay tuned for those.
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