Meanwhile in The Middle of Fucking Nowhere, also known as Central Oblivia...
The platinum-clad Bahamut wandered around the sand-blasted landscape of Oblivia, taking in the sights, the flora little and surprisingly numerous fauna of this place. Nothing seemed to want to pick a fight with him, not even the more territorial creatures. Apparently, his godly presence was enough to pacify most of the wildlife. Eventually, he stopped near a sea-side cliff to take a longer look at one of the many giant, collapsed, rusted arches that dotted the landscape.
"Hmm... what an odd sight. I do wonder how long this has been here," the dragon god said to himself.
Converted Research Bay, NLA
After very carefully moving the captured Rathalos down to the Skell Hangar underneath BLADE HQ — with the help of some terrified BLADEs, of course — Megan and a team of four other researchers got to work studying the creature. She grabbed a nice-looking, well-worn journal, and got to work filling out some of the pages. There was already plenty of writing in this book — quick potion recipes, doodles of monsters and quick tips for fighting them, snippets from stories, sketches Megan had made from the end of especially memorable jobs... It was full of memories for her. And now, it would start to have a few more, this time from this strange land, this Arena. She made a rough, pencil sketch of the wyvern, and got to work.
"The Stick has sentimental value. It's like an enormous, hideous teddy bear we can kill things with." -rikalousBahamut might notice that there is a woman in a sleeping bag lying somewhat close to him. He might also notice a sheathed kitchen knife lying somewhat close to her. She doesn't seem to be awake, but who knows? Either way, she probably shouldn't be lying around in the middle of nowhere.
Something something Arena.Central Oblivia
Bahamut, being an idiot, however, took about four full minutes to remember that, in fact, rocks do not breath. Turning his attention to the woman, he took note of her... "weapon", and looked at her with the slightest confused tilt of his platinum-clad head. What manner of person carries around a kitchen knife for a blade? It was most odd in his eyes. He dropped to one knee, and lightly poked the woman on her upper arm.
"The Stick has sentimental value. It's like an enormous, hideous teddy bear we can kill things with." -rikalousThe woman groans a bit when she is poked and rolls over some. It seems like she was asleep after all. She yawns a bit without opening her eyes and begins to semi-audibly mumble.
"...five more minutes... lemme sleep in..."
Perhaps some more poking is in order for her to fully wake up?
Something something Arena.Bahamut blinked, probably — his helmet did have eye-parts of a kind that could easily be seen through from the outside. Indeed, this arena was very strange.He went to poke her again, lightly like before, and said, "The desert is a most odd place for sleeping, Miss. Are you sure you wish to rest longer?"
edited 3rd May '18 9:51:17 PM by OmegaShadowcry
"The Stick has sentimental value. It's like an enormous, hideous teddy bear we can kill things with." -rikalousShe finally begins to open her eyes as she is prodded again. Her hair is a bit frizzy do to bedhead, but the sand doesn't help it either. Once she begins to get a bearing on her surroundings, she looks at Bahamut, with a mildly confused look on her face. Yawning, she begins to speak.
"So... Who are you and why did you wake me up? I was comfortable..."
She seems more concerned with the fact that she was woken up, and less concerned she woke up in the middle of a random desert.
Something something Arena."I am Bahamut, the Platinum Knight. I was somewhat worried that perhaps one the native creatures might look at you and see a meal. My apologies if you had made camp for the day," he said, his signature respectful tone never really leaving his voice. "What is your name, then, Miss? And... if it isn't rude of me asking, why merely a knife? Is it simply a preference, or was it out of necessity? I can create any striking weapon you desire, if you wish it."
He opened one of his palms, and a small orb of fog appeared above it. Countless shapes of weapons, from eras long past and yet to come, could be seen shifting within, although they were all melee weapons, notably.
Bahamut doesn't traffic in that ranged stuff, my dudes.
"The Stick has sentimental value. It's like an enormous, hideous teddy bear we can kill things with." -rikalous"My name is Natalia. It's nice to meet you," she says, still inside of her sleeping bag. Upon hearing his question about her knife, she decides to explain.
"Well, Bahamut, if something does try to attack me, I have my trusty kitchen knife here to defend myself with. Honestly, it's what I'm most comfortable with using. Thank you for the offer, however."
She reaches out of her sleeping bag quickly to grab her knife. If he has really good vision, Bahamut might notice some scars on her hand, most likely from the knife.
Something something Arena.Suddenly, four other blue lines warp in.
The first Reploid and Mega Man's "little brother" from a hundred years in his future, X.
The human-turned-Net Navi, Mega Man's counterpart from a computer-focused alternate timeline, MegaMan.EXE.
The human-alien fusion from the distant future of EXE's timeline, Geo Stelar.
The Ambiguous Robot from a future far too distant to tell, Volnutt.
X dashes into the way of Snatch's strike, taking the explosion for the original Blue Bomber while .EXE generates an energy sword and slashes at Snatch.
Geo Stelar and Volnutt drag Mega Man to a relatively safe distance away.
"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."Unicorn Rock
There is an extremely brilliant lightshow in the area, rainbow hues apparent and shimmering brightly like diamonds, and magic seems to be swirling wildly...
Creator of the Avatar Arena and its Discord server.Biahno Grassland, Primordia
*Visible from Unicorn Rock, there seems to be some sort of crashed dropship in the area. Just as visibly, someone in a rather baggy form-obscuring glowing red uniform of sorts is sitting just outside of it, keeping watch over the area near him...*
The fact that only 140 characters are allowed here is honestly so disappointing to me.The newcomer, who happens to be a brilliant figure dressed in what appears to be a strange cloak, seems to have noticed the dropship, turning to face it and appearing thoughtful.
And then disappearing from sight in a flurry of feathers.
The figure guarding the crashed ship might notice a falcon approaching from above, and it's clearly headed towards his location...
edited 4th May '18 8:11:29 AM by SymeSynth
Creator of the Avatar Arena and its Discord server.*The guy down at the dropship, Redlight, continues looking around until he spies movement. He glances up to check what it is... Seeing that it's just a falcon, he briefly contemplates frightening it with some heavy ordnance just for the hell of it, but decides against such a pointless action.*
"Hm."
*Still, the fact that it's heading for him is somewhat of note. Might as well keep an eye on this wee bird, just in case there's a reason...*
The fact that only 140 characters are allowed here is honestly so disappointing to me.Mata Nui weaves around behind the Stranger and tries to stab him in the back with the silver sword. "I cannot let this petty fight continue on into eternity!"
A Kirin trots up toward Unicorn Rock. Haha, it's funny because it's a unicorn.
edited 4th May '18 8:18:58 AM by KiriK
"A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."The falcon continues to approach, as if about to touch down to the ground, but just before doing so, it's cloaked in a flash of light, the glow growing larger, with an outline that seems to be humanoid in appearance, before fading away, revealing a strange man
◊ standing by. He seems quite pretty to look at, with a strange allure to his features, and a gleaming sword is resting on a sheath by his side.
He turns to face Redlight, before glancing at the fallen ship.
"That is an interesting piece of mortal technology."
Creator of the Avatar Arena and its Discord server.He gets stabbed but doesn’t even yell out in pain, laughing m sky.
« You’re a lot dumber than I thought ! » yells the god, as he goes for an harsh backhand. If he suceee, he proceed to remove the sword, not minding the impromptu blood waterfall in his stomach, some of his organs hanging out in the open.
Not that he needs, the wound close up.
If the backhand fall, he grunts and try to go for a stronger elbow attack
Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitter

Ronan pulls a small device out of a pocket and activates it. A holographic image of multiple individuals, each a different species, appear.
”Ronan, what is it?” J’son of Spartax says.
”An Asgardian is on the planet.”
”An Asgardian? That is of no concern. I vote we continue the mission as planned.” Gladiator of the Shiar empire says.
”It is not just any Asgardian. It is Thor.”
”Hmm. Myself, Gladiator, Kl’rt and Annihilus shall go to help.”
”Understood.”
edited 3rd May '18 3:45:25 PM by Laicuss333