Roll To Dodge XI: Titanium Fist!!!

Welcome to Argus, a futuristic city built on combat. The populace, from the rich to the poor, the organic to the synthetic, the young to the old, the native to the intergalactic, are obsessed with combat. And it expresses itself in Argus' main claim to fame: fighting tournaments. There are arenas all around this metropolis dedicated to hosting martial arts matches between people. Dozens of tournaments are held every year in order to satisfy people's craving for bloodsport. The highest ranked gladiatorial teams live on the top of the world; celebrities beloved and respected by all, surrounded by fame and fortune.

There's one tournament that stands above all the rest. Every year, the Metaliyze Fighting Tournament is held by the city. Veterans and rookies alike compete in teams to gain the coveted Titanium Fist: an award that gets your name plastered all over buildings and billboards, and enough Hitcoins to live in luxury for the rest of your life.

Someone is funding a team to compete in Metaliyze. This is where you come in. For some reason or another, she thinks that you are her key to victory.

Are you?

Hello! Welcome to TV Tropes' "offical" eleventh Roll To Dodge! This is ''Titanium Fist!!! This RTD is basically the Tournament Arc of the RTD series here in Forum Games, with a more sci-fi feel than previous ones.

The premise of an RTD is simple. You make a character, and roll a d6 to determine the success of most of the actions you decide to do. You imput these actions using ">" commands. Examples include ">I eat the slug" or ">I punch that guy in the face".

As explained in the intro, you are a person in a futuristic city chosen to be part of a team competing in the most famed combat tournament, Metalizye.

And now...

THE (QUICK) SIGNUP FORM!

Signup

Name: Self explanatory. What is your name?
Age: How old are you?
Pronouns: Just so I know how to refer to your character.
Species/Race: Also pretty self explanatory!
Skills: What can you do?
Weapons and Tools: What are you gonna use in the tournament?
Other supplies and equipment: What do you have that isn't combat related, anyway?
Personality: How do they act? What makes your character tick?
Appearance: How do they look?
Backstory: What's the story behind them? Are they a veteran fighter? A rookie? Do they have a deep dark backstory or a functioning childhood?
Fun Facts: Just tell me whatever you want to tell me about this person.

Can I be Caleb?

I mean, you could be Caleb. Just for reference, though, this is a more sci-fi flavored RTD, and Caleb is all the way from 1928. Since he's undead, I'll probably accept him somehow being in a high-tech futuristic city. It might clash with the tone, however. Just for reference.

Also please don't eat another rat

Cool. I'll make the sign up post.

Name: L-3E (Lee) and R-0Y (Roy)

Age: unknown

Pronouns: he/him for both

Species/Race: robots

Skills:

• Split Up: While the two prefer to act as one unit (namely by L-3E sitting on R-0Y’s head), they can separate if the situation requires it, which is rare.
• Agility: Their small size makes them very fast and lightweight, increasing the speed of their attacks but lowering their durability. They become faster on the ground when split up (see above), but their attack speed and durability stay the same.

Weapons and Tools: Though L-3E does most of the fighting, they both come equipped with the same tools—long-ranged Eye Beams as weapons, and extendable arms they can use to grab objects and opponents far away from them.

Other supplies and equipment: L-3E was technically built for space exploration, so he has a helmet-like glass visor over his eyes to protect against UV radiation; R-0Y has no such visor or any other equipment.

Personality: L-3E is an energetic, hotheaded go-getter who refuses to back down from any challenge handed to him; R-0Y is considerably calmer and more reserved, and likes to think things through before acting on them. One thing they have in common is their fierce loyalty to one another—if one of them is in danger, the other will rush to protect him, and it can become somewhat of a vicious cycle.

Appearance: They look similar to the Screwbots from Rhythm Heaven Fever, except L-3E is lime green and has a glass visor over his face, and R-0Y is red.

Backstory: L-3E and R-0Y were prototype exploration robots developed by Dr. Jenkins of the MAE Robotics and AI Institute. L-3E was meant for space missions, while R-0Y was at home on land and in the sea. One day, the robots on the assembly line went rogue as if infected with a virus and started attacking the faculty and staff. Having nothing better planned in case of an emergency of this caliber, Jenkins reprogrammed L-3E and R-0Y into a combat robot team, and the duo were able to suppress the uprising. The fighting tournament happened to have begun accepting signups in the aftermath of the incident, so Jenkins decided to see what his machines were currently capable of against more properly equipped opponents...

Fun Facts: A programming error made L-3E slightly faster than R-0Y. Despite this, neither of the two have noticed and work under the assumption that they’re the same speed as one another.

Edited by KungFuCutBug on Oct 12th 2020 at 1:56:26 PM

HELL YEAH! NICE!

...is one of the references "WE'RE ALL THE SAME SPEED DUMBASS"

Edited by MadameButterflyKnife on Oct 12th 2020 at 2:01:37 PM

I managed to work in 4 different references into their sign-up sheet; two of them are obvious, one slightly less so, and one is fairly obscure but I’m confident you’ll figure it out Knife

Name: Keane de Fragmente

Age: mentally 27, physically 6

Pronouns: he/his

Species/Race: Vampiric robot! (Basically, he runs off of electricity sourced from other robots or powered items in the world around him and a small amount of blood from humans.)

Skills:

• Wicked Swiftness: Keane is capable of moving impossibly fast for short bursts of time, sorta like a Flash Step type deal. Handy for navigating and for getting the best of enemies in combat.
• Nightmare Face: After drawing blood from an enemy or with sufficient knowledge of their capabilities, Keane can use his screen to project a hypnotic, lifelike image of their worst fear.

Weapons and Tools:

• Gérard: Keane's signature weapon, a rapier with a digitally constructed blade. Stolen from a mob boss.
• Stingers: Keane's tool, a pair of short, hollow blades mounted on his wrists. Serve double duty as input modules for both blood and electricity.

Other supplies and equipment:

• Three portable game consoles connected by a set of link cables. He uses them to play chiptune jams.
• A bag of reserve blood, for emergency use.

Personality: Jovial and gentlemanly, with a sharp wit and an upbeat vibe — until he enters combat, where he gets dead serious until his given task is completed (save for maybe a quick You Fight Like a Cow here or there).

Appearance: Silver/white TV Head Robot in a seemingly always fresh pressed suit, black/midnight blue with yellow highlights. Facial expressions are usually either vectored images on a black screen, or clips and screenshots from pieces of various media.

Backstory: An unholy blend of the supernatural with the technological, Project DFRG was built by a cruel scientist hellbent on striking fear into the hearts of his enemies — only to be taken by surprise when the robot took on a life of its own. Intent on forging his own destiny, the metal fellow renamed himself Keane and took to the streets, doing vigilante work and styling himself after the elite. His efforts to become a dark hero to the oppressed earned him infamy, landing him a spot on the mysterious squad of fighters.

Fun Facts:

• Keane doesn't own a nightclub, but he does frequent them. Perhaps surprisingly for one of his personality, he really enjoys chiptune and electro house.
• He's a Glass Cannon / Lightning Bruiser type — doles it out hard, but can only take a little bit before having to either recharge or feed.
• He styles himself after bees and wasps because he feels a certain kinship to them — both are often misunderstood and believed to be dangerous, but usually are nowhere near as malevolent as they appear unless provoked.
• He watches cartoons on his screen sometimes. (Duck Tales, both versions, is one of his faves.)

Edited by Tre on Oct 12th 2020 at 2:52:09 PM

WOAH I LOVE IT AMAZING

• Name: Kim Hyun-Su
• Age: 24
• Pronouns: He/Him
• Species/Race: Human
• Skills: Kim is an archer, and also practices Taekwondo.
• Weapons and Tools: Kim uses a weapon that resembles a Gakgung bow. The arrows it uses are strong enough to pierce many metals.
• Other supplies and equipment:
• Personality: Kim is a paranoid man, and finds it hard to trust other people. However, when someone wins his trust, he remains loyal to them. He has a very short temper, but doesn't like killing. In combat, he likes using dirty tricks to gain advantages.
• Appearance: Kim is about 6 foot 10, and is rather muscular. He has black, shoulder-length hair, and is cleanshaven. He has a tattoo of a swallow on the left-hand side of his neck.
• Backstory: Kim had a decent childhood, learning Taekwondo and archery from a young age, but his family was never rich. He started fighting in back-alley tournaments at 16. At 17, he lost his father, an engineer, to an assassination. At 20, his mother, a doctor, fell into a coma due to a failed murder attempt. Now 24, Kim is fighting in the tournament, with the goal of getting enough cash to fund his mother's expensive final treatment that will, hopefully, rescue her from her coma.
• Fun Facts: Due to his father's death, Kim has developed a fear of being poisoned. Because of this, he prefers eating fast food, especially from street vendors. He gets along with many vendors around his home, and occasionally advertisted for them at the back-alley tournaments.

Name: Isaiah "Brujo Jr." d'Eloy Arévalo-Cortijo

Age: 44

Pronouns: They/he

Species/Race: Human (Afro-Boricua)

Weapons and Tools:

• El negro bembón: A black customized chrome revolver that fires 9 shots.

• Viña de hierro: A iron chain imbedded into his left arm via a tattoo of a glyph which can stretch over 53 yards (160 ft.)

Skills:

• Ghost Step: Brujo has the ability to become intangible for approx. 13 sec.

• Que sera, sera: As a result of the Viña de hierro, he can turn himself into iron at the cost of putting his mind in a state of suspended animation (I.e. his body will continue to fight while his conscious mind takes a backseat, if he is in this state for to long, he could "lose his mind" and go brains dead.)

Other supplies and equipment:

• A first-aid kit

• A bag full of "moonrocks"

Personality: Brujo is lackadaisical and sardonic. He carrys a "whatever happens, happens" attitude and appears mostly lame, despite their combat experience.

Appearance: Brujo's appearance is that of a middle-aged brown-skinned person with a mini-bush and beard, all flecked with silver and gray hair. They wear a burnt orange short sleeve short with all white pants without any shoes, preferring to go barefoot.

Fun Facts:

• Their fighting style is a cross between a Stone Wall and Lightning Bruiser. Using a fusion of capoeira and New York boxing, they are simultaneously lithe and rugged, being able to take a lot of punishment before trying to avoid damage.

• They have a fear of losing people, which they cope with with their jocose demeanor and asocialness.

• Before he became a fighter, he was actually pretty accomplished salsa musician. In his neighborhood's band, he mainly played tres, however he was mostly lauded for his use of the claves, his style being minimalist as played them to accentuate his singing, which was jazz-like in his phrasing, breath control and wordless improvisations (i.e. scatting)

Edited by Baisteach on Oct 12th 2020 at 9:55:25 AM

Edited by TropesForever on Oct 12th 2020 at 11:22:40 PM

Tropes, this is fucking perfect i love it

• Name: Nereid
• Age: Unknown. Physically resembles a 21 year old
• Pronouns: She/her
• Species/Race: Full-body cyborg
• Skills:
  • Nereid's cybernetic body hides a complex series of specially-attuned magnets, allowing her to manipulate liquid metal with utmost precision. Her signature assassination tool is to shape it into long, ultrafine needle with incredible piercing power. Besides this, she can also mold it into more conventional weapons (polearms are her favorite), barriers to deflect blows, or even temporary aerial platforms.
  • She is also an accomplished martial artist. Her style blends many components of ancient Earth martial arts, mixed-and-matched to complement her frame and abilities.

• Roughly 5 liters of liquid metal, composition unknown. Superficially it resembles mercury in color and viscosity, but through Nereid's manipulation it can be as dense as lead and as hard as carbides.

• A tin case of enertabs.
• A miniature media player. It's filled entirely with action movies.

• Personality: For a hardened killer, Nereid is surprisingly amiable. She takes great pride in her skill and respects those who can match (and even surpass) it. To her, the profession of a killer is simply a means to further her true passion: martial arts. Nereid takes great pride in her craft. With the proliferation of cyborgs, robots, and other non-human fighters, she seeks to create a universal style that can be used by anyone, against anyone.
• Appearance: A rather diminutive woman at around 160 cm in height. Deep blue hair, shoulder length. Lithe build.
• Backstory: An up-and-coming assassin/bounty hunter/mercenary, nothing much is known about Nereid's background. Some speculate she is the product of a secretive cabal of murderers. Others allege her involvement in the downfall of Scoria Metalworks, a company known for its liquid metal and cybernetics research before its bankruptcy. Still others claim she was, in fact, an aging martial artist master who wishes to cheat death by transferring his mind into an artificial body. Nereid herself does not confirm any of these rumors, but neither does she deny any of them. Apparently she finds them funny.
• Fun Facts:
  • She's a legendarily bad shot. A fairly popular story recounts how she missed her target at point-blank range with a shotgun.
  • Her cyborg body is actually rather stripped-back when it comes to features. It's bullet- and water- resistant, but otherwise does not differ much from a fully organic adult body in terms of physical abilities. Allegedly this is to reduce help her blend in better when going undercover, but the truth is that she breaks her body often while training and doesn't want the hassle of sourcing expensive parts.
  • Said body is also semi-organic. Both her skin and musculature are composed from cultured living cells and can heal like their natural counterparts. It is also equipped with a high-efficiency bioreactor, just so she can eat food without feeling wasteful.

Edited by ArmoredFury on Oct 13th 2020 at 8:42:18 PM

Name: Caleb (I promise I won't use him again for now)

Age: Some 70 to 80 years old, thanks to being brought back to life

Pronouns: He/Him

Species/Race: Undead human

Skills: Strength, speed and Improbable Aiming Skills

Weapons and Tools: A Pitchfork, a double barrel shotgun, a flare gun and some dynamite

Personality: Sociopathic, sarcastic, and probably insane.

Appearance: Like so

Backstory: Born in Texas, he become a gunslinger at age 19. He lead this life till his 30s, when he met Ophelia, and joined a cult with/for her. He and Ophelia rose to the rank of Chosen with Gabriel and Ishmael. All was well, until Tchernabog, the god they worshipped, decided to kill Caleb and take Ophelia. After rising from the dead, he goes on a Roaring Rampage of Revenge for Ophelia.

She won't leave me be - I have to post this or y'all will find my dead body adrift at sea. Most likely in the Atlantic Ocean.

   Name: Bloodstone   
   Age: (CLASSIFIED)   
   Pronouns: She/Her   
   Species/Race: Gem   
   Skills: I have Scythe Proficiency, which allows me to efficiently use a scythe in combat. Not related to combat, but I can use Matter Ingestion to eat anything without worry. Not literally everything, though. Finally, I have Fang Retraction, which allows me to utilise a powerful set of fangs that can retract, allowing me to keep them hidden until needed. By the way, I can deliver a Powerful Bite through use of the fangs. Though, despite being able to use the aforementioned skills and abilities my entire life, I've had to train and develop my gunmanship on my own accord, so I'm better with the scythe than the gun.   
   Weapons and Tools: Let's see, there's my signature Scythe, which I like to call the Crescent Blade; There's also my secondary weapon, which I like to call the Celica Rain - Which happens to be a Beretta M92 pistol.   
   Other Supplies and Equipment: Aside from a gun maintenance kit, what need I for anything else?   
Personality: I'll answer this one, but Bloodstone can get a bit......psychotic at times. She acts however she pleases, which, for an Axe-Crazy Trigger-Happy Chaotic Good Anti-Villain, isn't good to say the least.    I'll say. Now you can go fuck off.    On the contrary.......
Appearance: I'll cover this one as well, as she has red, wavy hair with black streaks. It's short, but wild and frizzy. She also has dark red eyes, and pale red skin. As for her outfit, well, her usual look consists of black shoulder pads, a grey shirt with bright blue-striped sleeves, dark blue casual jeans, and orange boots with neon red toes.
   Backstory: My 'origin story', as you so put it, was because I was created to fight in the Rebellion, but my personality did not make the Diamonds any pleased with my skillset, thus making me a villain even on Homeworld. I was forced to run from planet to planet, star system to star system, galaxy to galaxy. But, that stopped on a planet named Earth. I thought I was safe to go about my business, so I continued my spree of chaotic fun on that very planet!    - Ok, that makes it sound like Homeworld's the Hero Antagonist and she's the Villain Protagonist. That sound about right?
Fun Fact(s): One thing I will say is that Bloodstone's my first attempt at an antagonistic OC, but events spiralled into forcing me to bury them as an Old Shame. I no longer think that way, since it's been around a year since I created them, and enough time has passed for me to bring them back.

Edited by SmilyTrope112 on Oct 14th 2020 at 8:39:13 PM

• Name: MK 9.0-AE, aka “Aine”
• Age: Chronologically around 1, physically and mentally 17-19
• Pronouns: she/her
• Species/Race: Aigis with the serial numbers filed off Full-fledged killer AI. Caution advised.
• Skills:
  • Die Wut über den verlorenen Groschen: Patience is an ephemeral thing. This skill can be activated when Aine’s HP has been reduced to 10 points or less, upon which it will multiply her damage output by x.5 until her HP hits 0.
  • Um schlimme Kinder artig zu machen: A knack for rough-and-tumble grappling in the close quarters meets knuckles of very literal steel. +1 advantage on rolled actions dealing with good ol’ fashioned fisticuffs.
• Weapons/Tools:
  • Kleine Nachtmusik: The fancy term for “chainsaw arms”. What’s that, you say? Chainsaws are terrible weapons? Hush, hush, they have laser-tipped blades. (They’re deployed at will; no risk in a friendly fistbump, for your information. ‘Less you’ve gotten on Aine’s shitlist. Then you might wanna sit out on any potential hand-to-Scissorhand contact.)
  • Der Flohwalzer: Sets of rocket thrusters, installed below the shoulders and waist for maximum efficiency. It’s not quite flying—it’s falling with style.
• Supplies & Equipment:
  • Haha four balls go brrr, I said the funny now laugh: Like literally 4 toy marbles. They seem to be designed after bubbles and have a single star print on each. Honestly this is just because I didn’t know what else to put here send help.
• Personality: TLDR; a serious young ‘bot—melancholic, sometimes frustrated, and a little sentimental, though not without a heart to give. She’s doing her best.
• Appearance: 157 cm as per production standard. Chin-length silvery bob with bangs straight across, held back by a flowing black ribbon and triangular golden hairpin—her model’s calling card, so to speak. Wears a sleeveless black hoodie with gold highlights over a waistcoat of the same colour, along with a military-style skirt and laced boots. Often petulant, brooding countenance.
• Backstory: MK 9.0-AE was one of many in a series of units built for Project ADSK, a government-funded experiment in some other land, intended to introduce the first taste of artificially intelligent security into the populace...that is, until the Sibyl System what appeared to be a critical error caused several of the units to attack innocent civilians.
  Needless to say, the project was immediately shut down and declared a failure, the current system to be hastily re-reviewed—and possibly put on the back burners for another century or two.
  • A destruction order was sent out on the remaining units; however, it seemed that the sentience and empathy that some of them had gained was much denser than the rest. That would come to include MK 9.0-AE and another specific ‘bot, MK. 1.1-DA, both unaffected by the error. They escaped the facility in the end, though not without a cost; Ida’s body was destroyed by bounty hunters and her consciousness fragmented, forcing 9.0-AE to save her by uploading her salvaged drive into the cloud.
  • As now naught better than a fugitive, 9.0-AE fled to the city of Argus, a sprawling not-too-far-off metropolis famed for its bloodthirst. So Aine resorted to the simplest way she knew of to survive — to fight. Her ultimate goal being to restore Ida, that was when a certain tournament she’d caught wind of in the underground arenas caught her attention.
    And to be more specific? Its reward.
• Miscellaneous: Her particular model is referred to as FUCK (Functionally Unstable Cybernetic Killers). ...No, those scientists didn’t think that acronym through.

Edited by unfortunatezorua on Oct 20th 2020 at 10:10:44 PM

Okay!

L-3E and R-0Y (Kung Fu Cutbug), you have the following abilities:

• Split Up: You can separate into two when the situation calls for it. When you do this, you can conduct two actions during your turn.
• Agility: Due to your light weight, you have quicker attacks than average, at the cost of durability. You have a +1 to dexterity related actions. However, you will start out with 80 HP, as opposed to the baseline 100.

You fight with eye beams and extendable arms. L-3E also has a protective UV visor on their face.

Keane de Fragmente (Tre), you have the following abilities.

• Wicked Swiftness: For a short amount of time, you can move incredibly fast beyond the comprehension of most people. You gain +1 to any actions that revolve around speed, such as sprinting or dodging out of the way of a laser beam.
• Nightmare Face: After successfully attacking an enemy or doing sufficient research, you can use your screen to project to them an image of their worst nightmares. If you succeed on an attack, you can use an extra action on the next round to intimidate and strike fear into your opponent.

You fight with Gérard, a digitally constructed rapier, and your stingers, sharp blades that are implanted into your wrists in order for you to harvest blood and electricity. You also carry around three portable game consoles and a bag of emergency blood.

Kim Hyun-Su (Golden City Bird), you have the following abilities:

• Archery: You are incredibly skilled with the use of a bow, due to your training both as a youth and in the ring. Whenever you use any sort of bow, you gain a +1 to your roll.
• Taekwondo: You are also skilled in hand to hand combat due to your extensive martial arts training. You gain +1 to any unarmed combat you do.

You fight with a weapon reminiscent of a Gakgung bow, complete with arrows that are so strong, they can pierce through nearly any material.

Brujo Jr. (Baisteach), you have the following abilities:

• Ghost Step: For approximately 13 seconds, you can become intangible. As an extra action, you can use this ability to become invincible for a turn, but you will need to wait two more turns before you can use it again. You can still attack in this form.
• Que sera, sera: You can turn your body into steel, having your body fight while your conscious mind takes a backseat. When you do this, you get a +1 to any melee attacks, such as with your chain. Just don't stay in it too long, or you might just lose yourself.

You fight with El negro bembón, a customized revolver that has a capacity of 9 shots, and Viña de hierro, a chain embedded in your arm that can reach up to 160 feet. You carry around a first aid kit and some "moonrocks".

W4LT.3R-BL4NCQU3 (Tropes Forever), you have the following abilities.

• Charisma: You are loved by your army of devoted followers. In fact, you just ooze charm right out of you. When you talk to someone, you can attempt to just totally charm them with a +1 roll. Even in a fight.
• Toughness: You are made of pretty tough material. If an attack brings you below the base marks of 25, 50, or 75 HP, you'll get rounded up to those numbers. For example, if you go from 80 to 73, you end up at 75 instead. But you will go from say, 75 to 69 normally.

You fight with your BL4NCQU3 saber, and you have a jetpack from Gladys that will work in a pinch. You also carry around a couple of mementos, mostly kisch.

Neirid (Armoured Fury), you have the following abilities:

• Liquid Metal Manipulation: You have the ability to manipulate metal in it's liquid form into any sort of weapon you desire. You can make weapons, platforms, and barriers with this ability.
• Martial Arts: You are well trained in combat, with your specific style adapted to fit your needs. You get a +1 to melee combat.

You carry around 5 liters of liquid metal, to be shaped in whatever form you would like. You also carry around a case of enertabs, and a mini media player full of action movies.

Caleb (Risdio 51), you have the following abilities:

• Strength of the Undead: Due to your resurrected nature, you have increased strength, and have a +1 in melee combat.
• Improbable Aiming Skills: You are a great shot with a gun. When you use any sort of firearm, you get +1 to your attack.

You fight with a pitchfork and a shotgun, and carry a flaregun and some dynamite around with you.

Bloodstone (Smiley Tropes 112), you have the following abilites:

• Scythe Proficiency: You are highly skilled with the use of a scythe in battle. When you fight with this weapon, you get a +1 to your attacks.
• Fang Retraction: You have a powerful set of jaws, complete with retractable fangs. You can use this in battle to deliver a Powerful Bite that can deal huge damage to an opponent.

You fight with the Crescent Blade, your signature scythe, as well as a pistol, the Celica Rain. You also have a maintenance kit for your gun, just to keep it in tip top shape.

MK 9.0-AE/Aine (unfortunatezorua, you have the following abilities

• Die Wut über den verlorenen Groschen: Patience is an ephemeral thing. This skill can be activated when your HP has been reduced to 30 points or less, upon which it will magnify your damage output until her HP hits 0.
• Um schlimme Kinder artig zu machen: A knack for rough-and-tumble grappling in the close quarters meets knuckles of very literal steel. +1 advantage on rolled actions dealing with good ol’ fashioned fisticuffs.

You fight with Kleine Nachtmusik: chainsaw arms with laser tipped blades, and have Der Flohwalzer: rocket thrusters that allow you to fall with style. You also carry around four toy marbles because you hate me and me specifically as a way to occupy your attention when you feel fidgety. You little FUCK.

TITANIUM FIST!!! // INTRODUCTION:

In the low levels of Argus, hidden beneath metal walkways, hanging wires, and neon signs promoting clothes and drinks sponsored by the most famous gladiators in the star system, lays a typical nightclub. The place is packed with people, going about their lives. The organic folk, human and alien, are taking shots of bioluminescent spirits while the synthetic are getting their fix on the static electricity streaking across the wall. People are passed out on the ground and hooking up in some back rooms. And if you stop and listen closely; easier done than said when you're fucked up on moonrocks and haven't slept for a week, you can hear the souls and ghosts that power this city running through the copper wiring.

The place is lined with gossip and desire, but most importantly, bloodlust.

Everyone knows the main reason they're here. The fights. There's a large cage in the middle of the club, with bright lights and smoke just calling more attention to it. The bartenders and servers are collecting the various bets that people have made for the night. In the ring, there's some people already fighting just to warm up the crowd. It's a Saturday, and everyone knows that's when the best fights are.

You guys know exactly why you're here. You're the main attraction. You got a message beamed to you recently. You were one of the people chosen to headline the Bullet Nightclub's Saturday Night Fight, sponsored by some mysterious individual. You'd be put on one team and would fight another organized team. But it's not yet time for you to fight. You've got plenty of time before you guys have to enter the ring.

What do you do before your fight? Will you talk to someone? Take a drink or a shock? Watch the opening fights? Or maybe even something else?

Brujo Jr. sits down, his legs are tired from walking all the way here. He used to own a low-rider, but he had actually crashed it into his last dealers house after he had conned him out of his prize of moonrocks. A type of synthetic drug with the same effect as black tar heroin. He hadn't taken any before the match to remain clear-headed for his blood-spree. His blood-spree for Benji.

> Order a drink

Caleb, tired of being transported to places he didn't like, thought he could use a drink too.

>order a Manhattan

Looks like I'm describing what Bloodstone does, with her telling you what she does next. So, let's begin with:
"Bloodstone seems to like all the bloodlust she could sense here. She decided to go to the bar."

   After arriving at the bar, I ordered a Bloody Mary. >:)   

Edited by SmilyTrope112 on Oct 27th 2020 at 3:02:19 PM

Kim starts to approach the bar, but stops. Why would he get drunk, even slightly, before a fight? Besides, to him, this doesn't seem like the place that would have access to clean water, let alone sell it for a reasonable price. But, then again, rumours are often spread there - nothing loosens a pair of lips like liquor.

>Sit at the bar.

-Nereid has never been much of a drinker, not that alcohol would do anything to her wired nerves, nor is she here to chat and gossip. She is here only for the fight. The fighters on the opening acts might not be of great caliber, but amateur blood is still blood. Perhaps it is enough to get her heart pumping. An appetizer before the main course-

> Find a front-row seat for the opening fights

[L-3E and R-0Y chill beside the bar. In terms of production dates, neither of them were “old enough” to drink yet. Not like they would in the first place; Dr. Jenkins had let them try a few different types in the past, and they didn’t particularly like any of them. So, with nothing to do, they just vibe with each other.]

>Attempt to strike a conversation with someone nearby

High above most of the patrons and tucked within a booth on the nightclub's loge, a robot with a computer monitor-esque head and a pressed blue suit tapped out the rhythm to the song playing from the nearby speakers. Oooooooh, I want you to stay with me...

He was wrapped up in the tune for a good while before catching a pair of human guys dressed in all black tracksuits peering over the divide from the stairs.

"Can I help you two?"

The pair rounded the corner, and the big one spoke. "We're here on behalf of Mr. Systrom. You know him?"

"I know of him."

"Frequent visitor of this fine establishment. Likes his fights with a view."

"Glad he has taste," the robot said, "but please, tell me: how does this involve me, exactly?"

The little one pointed a finger. "Get lost, frilly. This booth's taken."

"It's taken because the reservation here is for one Keane de Fragmente." He pushed a button in the center of the table and a holographic image displayed the very same name, and a line portrait of the robot, who adjusted his cravat to fit his image.

"Ain't anyone ever tell you that Systrom don't like to sit anywhere else?"

"I wasn't made aware, but he'll simply have to deal for this one night. No hard feelings. Send him my regards."

The two fellows looked to each other and nodded, and the short one leaped at Keane with a yell. The robot's screen switched briefly to a display of a cartoon girl in cokebottle glasses rolling her eyes, and then back to his regular face as he stopped him mid-air, striking his chest with a palm — and drawing blood. His first foe landed on the table with a thud, and the second grabbed a pistol from his hip, trying to fire a short laser blast. But Keane was already in the air above the table, drawing his rapier in a blink, hitting the big guy with the brunt side of his blade as he diverted the shot into one of the ceiling tiles.

Keane stood over the two and shook his head. "I just wanted to enjoy a good evening of merriment and music prior to entering the box myself, and you gentlemen couldn't help but ruin that. Disappointing."

As his foes looked up, his monitor filled with an intense, darkened static, and his voice boomed. "Just for this little incident, you can tell your boss Systrom he can kiss this club goodbye. You disgust me."

The two tripped over themselves as they caught the slightest glimpse of the layers within Keane's screen, hauling ass to get as far away from him as possible. Keane kicked back into the booth and studied the arm he struck the small one with — red for a moment at the wrist, and then back to its usual silver. Still felt damn good, much as he hated to admit sometimes.

>Look below to see if the fights have started yet

Edited by Tre on Oct 27th 2020 at 8:52:40 AM