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"Alright guys! Let’s...um, make the world a better place, one piece at a time! Yeah…."
Exactly

"Who?"

Outsider
@Ambrosine


Darkness and a ringing silence lingered in his nigh unconscious mind. He made no attempt to claw his way out from it, preferring to remain so, comfortable and unbothered, untouched by the world. However, as it dragged on the emptiness became uncomfortable and somehow claustrophobic. Imagery touched his mind’s eye, betraying silhouettes and oncoming walls meant to trap and constrict him in the seeming forever-space of the once-endless black.

Yet, as he mentally began to struggle against the pressure of unconsciousness, the silhouettes converged and a call struck his senses. Like an unbeating heart restarted his senses flared to life and a full body shudder pressed through his head, abdomen, tails and then limbs. No eyes were opened and no lungs expanded, but it was suddenly as if he could breath again. Nonetheless it took another bit before more life signs made themselves clear, the senses of his Second Vessel becoming apparent.

He’d almost died.

Where the hell was he?

He cast his senses out even as a voice--far too close and loud--rang through his body once more. It was familiar and he realized that in his fugue state he’d been hearing it. It was comforting like...no, unlike whatever he’d just been experiencing. What had it been?

Outsider’s body shuddered again and finally, arms pushed its chest from the earth and it aimed its featureless head at the being that had awoken him. The head tilted, its bio-signature was different somehow, despite its human shape. Of course, there was something decidedly less human near her, four limbed and animalistic it seemed.

"Huh?"

The hollow word emanated seemingly from nowhere and having uttered it he nonetheless felt as if it didn’t belong to him. He shook his head, shudders running down his serpentine body before he settled again. The sound he’d made brought new imagery to him as it bounced off of nearby objects.

The battered silhouettes of buildings and the ruined road beneath and behind him were now clear in his mind. Desperately, he hoped no one had been in those buildings when he’d fallen. At the same time reality proper sank in and relief washed through him, an overwhelming, unrelenting wave that drowned out the guilt and worry he felt. He might have cried if he’d been human in that moment, but for now it didn’t matter as he recalled the state of the city.

His head turned from the figure, seeming to regard the direction from which Behemoth’s roars emanated.

"Ah...Behemoth."

Getting his thoughts somewhat in order, Outsider turned back to the silhouette before him.

"Thank you. I...I’m not sure when I might have regained consciousness if you hadn’t come along." There was sincerity in his words despite their hollow ring and inhuman source. Then his body drew itself up, but by any mechanical means, instead it simply pulled from the earth, some unseen force resisting gravity as he checked that his form’s flight still functioned properly.

He knew that he should move on immediately, help civilians and distract the Endbringer, but he had to know who this cape was. "Ah, I’m Outsider. You are?"

He needed to know so that he would remember them. They’d pulled him from something and that struck a chord in him.

He’d see that he repaid them. If they all got through this that was….
Exactly

"Who?"


"QUOTE."

Nisekuru, Koutaku


He had been sent to carry out a specific mission in this locale, but the longer he had staked things out the worse he realized the situation was. Firstly the place smelled terrible--and while ultimately not a huge deal, it made a difference in the long run--but more importantly...the enemy was here.

A shinobi from Amegakure was here as well and even if they weren't after the same things as Koutaku, well...they had to be dealt with. While he wanted to take them out from the shadows, it turned out that it had been quite awhile since he'd gotten to test his mettle against someone who would not then spread rumors about his capabilities. This, it appeared, was perhaps going to be one of his best and only chances to do just that.

So it was that, rather than simply get within his kill range and then throw a single well placed kunai from a blindspot, Koutaku stepped out from cover and spoke.

"Well aren't you the unlucky one," he said audibly even as he flexed his chakra subtly, keeping his distance from the shinobi and remaining roughly 15 meters away from him. While he had yet to draw any weapons, the way he moved revealed the threat that he posed. Every movement was measured, controlled, evoking a predatory grace.

Koutaku had been practicing.
Or, start with a meme or funny concept and just jump right into the IC.
Either works
Mikeil Thae-Araste

Stepping from the portal he regarded the others who had arrived--noting the presence of the Seraph. Even with the distance between them her markings and the pattern of her wings were something he could admire, perhaps even finding them quite fetching. A smile played across his lips and his head tilted faintly--cloak hiding the entirety of his body language--as he regarded her, her weaponry, the others, and then the Champion who stood amidst them all.

"Beautiful," he uttered, admiration entering his eyes briefly as he gazed upon the armor of their adversary. It was truly something to look upon. Of course, he had more than simple appreciation for it, no, beyond this was an analytical mind considering how to pick apart the defenses of the knight.

His smile fell away, replaced by a placid calm.

Having taken his measure of the competitors and his adversary, he cast his gaze askance, taking in the battlefield around them. Everyone was positioned at a roughly equal distance from the foe and from those to their left and right. The sharp cut off of their arena meant that being pushed off could lead either to a swift end or simply disqualification from the round. All this taken in he noted the stadium 'seating' before he gently pressed a foot harder against the ground.

Solid stone, he noted and as he did he found himself wondering if anyone present had strength potions, or simply enhanced biology of that sort. For now it didn't matter, so with a small ruffling of his cloak, he worked his weighted chain, Thrann, from his belt. The weapon did not peak from beneath his cloak, in fact, nothing did. Though, unseen, his footing shifted slightly and a faint smile worked its way back upon his lips and into his eyes.

"It is a pleasure to face against one so prestigious, Knight of Twilight."

Before the knight could turn his attention to him, Mikeil glanced diagonally across the field and past the knight to the mysterious red-winged seraph. He nodded at her, a knowing look on his features, before his eyes shifted back to the Champion.

"I do hope that you aren't terribly troubled by the odds stacked against you."

Though, perhaps you do not see us as a threat?

He left those words unspoken, instead letting his demeanor and his lack of apparent weaponry or worry say it for him. Similarly, the pitch of his words might imply foolishness at such a prospect.

Mikeil wondered if their adversary was a more shrewd sort, calculating, or if he was a man who acted more by instinct.

Only time and the actions of the Knight would tell.

The question was, how soon?
Mikeil Thae-Araste

His head tilted at the harsh words for the Oro among them, but he didn't falter, didn't blink, and the small bemused smile never left his features. The woman, clearly flustered, departed and he admitted to himself that he would love to prove her wrong one day...if she survived that long.

His eyes drifted and fell upon the owner of the man who had answered his question, his smile grew faintly and he nodded. "Excellent," he said with genuine satisfaction. The newcomer, another woman, joined in on their discourse and he raised an eyebrow faintly, his amber eyes flickering faintly as if with firelight. As with the other stranger, Ryba departed before the two men, and so Mikeil turned to Sahale. "We will meet again," he said with a brief, close-eyed smile, before turning away and waving over his shoulder. However, as he shifted his attention he caught motion in the sky above, a brief figure, swooping through the air before disappearing into the portal.

His step not faltering he reoriented and headed for that same destination secure in the knowledge that for now he only had four contenders. His scouting had been quite successful, for now he had something of an impression of three, while the fourth struck him as a reclusive sort. A low chuckle exited his throat as he made his way to the portal. Already prepared for the conflict ahead he had no need to gear up and no desire to spend precious coin on further items no matter the edge they might give him.

In his mind he rattled off what he knew of the other contenders, the Champions, as it were.

A pureblood Oro, hot blooded and arrogant, self-assured.
Sahale of the Sol bloodline, though he was unsure if that was all. He was confident, even tempered, if rude and prone to conflict.
Ryba Seraph hybrid, going by physique and the implications of her words. Even tempered, calm, humble, perhaps even calculating.
A seraph with unsure lineage. Reclusive, but observant.


He considered the arms and armaments he had witnessed on each of their forms and decided that Ryba and the unknown seraph were perhaps the most dangerous of the lot whereas Sahale and the tyro woman were the most likely to become obstacles of a different sort.

Mikeil's thoughts now soundly in order he took a deep breath and took the last few steps into the portal, amusement plain on his features.

He was looking forwards to this challenge.
Noir Iridian


Chimera brought him to his destination, but Autumn was further still so kept up his advance, shifting the mechanism of his weapon slightly as he ran. He began to jump and zigzag on occasion when he started to hear the noises of her movement. Visualizing their battlefield he recalled the positions of trees and pillars--obstacles and hiding places. He was a beast in the fog, his presence assuring violence, while his adversary was more like a hawk...waiting for an opportunity to strike from afar.

He grimaced, it was an imperfect analogy. No matter.

Estimating his distance from her and doing his best to triangulate her location he decided to make things easier for himself. He jumped and fired Chimera downwards, shooting him just above the cover of fog. The mechanism shifted again and he fired, a small burst of light appearing as he did so. The shot didn't rocket him away like the earlier one had, instead it merely pushed him away--and using his spatial awareness and memory--he sailed past a tree, catching it with a briefly clawed hand just a moment after a blast of flame struck the ground and cleared some of the fog.

Not the fog he was in, but his best estimate of where she'd been. On the ground where the bullet had struck there raged a flame and it was the heat of such that served to scatter the fog in a 15 meter radius around itself.
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