A portal sphere opens somewhere in the arena, and a soldier with futuristic-looking armor travels out of it, riding a hoverboard. The back of their helmet is slightly oddly shaped, longer and thicker than most would expect one to be.
Everyday's great at your Junes
Not far from where the person riding the hoverboard entered, another man dressed a lot simpler in dark green military fatigues with a pouch and holstered gun attached to his belt strolls down the street, idly humming a tune to himself in another language.
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.
The soldier address the other newcomer. Their voice is electronically flitered, yet also strangely lighthearted - a bit out of place with their state of dress and the purpose of the place. "Hey, did you come here to train too?" They ask, while conjuring a rather large gun seemingly out of nowhere, aiming it straight at him.
edited 21st Dec '16 7:21:37 PM by AqueousBunnies
Everyday's great at your Junes
The other soldier stops, looking up as the gun is pointed more or less right between his eyes, despite the distance. "...Huh. That depends. Do I get a choice in the matter? he says, his hand idly moving to the pouch at his left.
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.
"Answer with your actions, Maurice." The soldier replies, before firing at him with deadly precision. The gun does not make the popping sounds of igniting gunpowder, but rather the smooth whizzes of a railgun.
Very similar to a Mass Effect gun.
edited 21st Dec '16 7:32:53 PM by AqueousBunnies
Everyday's great at your Junes
The soldier—Maurice—shifts his movement and does a quick dodge roll out of the way of the gunfire landing back into a kneeling crouch. He goes into his pouch and pulls out what look like three scalpels, the blades coming to life with a crackle of electrical energy. "Well, there's my answer."
He quickly throws them, aiming for the joints of the enemy soldier's armor. While they may or may not actually penetrate, they'll still deliver a hearty shock to the unsuspecting.
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.
The soldier focuses on each scalpel, making the minimal amount to dodge them by a hair's breadth. "I know you can do better than that. Just in case, though..." Their hand shifts slightly, and a transparent spherical barrier ripples around them briefly.
As they continue shooting at him, a rather ball-shaped drone is conjured beside them, delivering some suppression fire from the opposite direction.
The Sun’s Firstborn
A drop pod falls from the sky, impacting and lodging itself into the side of a building near the two fighting. A Helldiver runs into the building, surveying the area.
edited 21st Dec '16 8:07:56 PM by Skiller2
Everyday's great at your Junes
Maurice quickly focuses on the ground and a moment later, a surge of water bursts out from beneath him from some underground piping. He moves his arms in a wide arc, making the water torrent around his legs and carry him around in a similar motion, dodging the bullets from both the soldier and the drone, some of the bullets nearly grazing him during his dodge.
"Well sure, but you need to give me a moment to warm up. 69 isn't as young as it used to be, earth years or not." He reorients the torrent and heads at them straight on, holding his arms out wide. Two streams of water splay out from it, and lash out at the soldier, attempting to snare them up before slamming them into a building. "Seriously, children these days."
He glances up as he sees the impact of the drop pod. "What's this now?"
edited 21st Dec '16 8:10:06 PM by BaronGreen
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.
The soldier mostly focuses on Maurice for the moment, ignoring the other newcomer unless they address them directly. They fly out of the reach of one stream but not the other. "Whoa!" They reorient themselves as they're thrown towards a wall, the hoverboard trying to catch up. Their barrier shimmers as it weakens by softening the impact, and they push off one arm and leg back onto the hoverboard.
The drone continues its assault, switching to miniature rockets as it maneuvers higher and towards Maurice's left side. The soldier goes inside a window and takes cover behind the wall, peeking their arm & gun out and using the drone's vision to shoot at him, while preparing some type of grenade.
edited 21st Dec '16 8:16:57 PM by AqueousBunnies
The Sun’s Firstborn
The Helldiver looks down through a window, seeing two people fighting directly below them. Taking an elevator, he quickly makes it to the ground floor and runs out of the building, taking cover against a pillar facing the two.
He steps out of cover, weapon by his side, but not raised, and shouts through some sort of voice amplifier in his helmet.
"ARE YOU HUMAN?"
edited 21st Dec '16 8:24:49 PM by Skiller2
The Vagrant
A shockwave blasts from the sky, a jet flying towards the ground at supersonic speeds with a loud whirring sound.
Creator of the Avatar Arena and its Discord server.
Everyday's great at your Junes
Maurice pauses and draws more water out of the subterranean pipes, making it pool around his legs and torrent around him in a miniature whirlpool. He makes a few wild, yet practiced motions and long tendrils of water surge out of the whirlpool, which he uses to strike the incoming missiles, slicing through and exploding them before they get too close to him. One explodes a bit too close, and blows away a bit of his water as well as making him stagger for a bit, allowing a bullet to hit his shoulder. He lets out a small grunt, but isn't too hurt.
He glances at the being peeping around the corner before answering. "Well...yes. And no. It's complicated," He glances up at the sound of the jet overhead and grimaces just slightly. "More hostiles...? Maybe I'll get lucky..."
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.
Akuma Shogun
Sorry for doing this, man.
Just as Neptuneman was about to fight Frederick, he was whisked off to another part of the city. Was this part of the city's tricks?! If so, curse it for ending the Mask Hunt before it began! Neptuneman spotted pair of people fighting each other and moved closer to them to investigate. Clearly, these guys were inferior Choujin up to no good!
Hey Syme.
The soldier ceases attacking when she sees the situation growing. "Why does this always have to get more complicated than I want it to be..." They say with a slight sigh.
"Well, no." The drone says loudly to the questioner. "Let me guess, you're some sort of human supremacist." It then moves its eye, tracing the jet, and then to Neptuneman.
edited 21st Dec '16 8:34:09 PM by AqueousBunnies
The Vagrant
The jet stops several meters above the ground... and it's not actually a jet.
He looks humanoid.
◊ He's very clearly artificial in nature, however, with those ears that look more like miniature plane wings, and the skintight suit he's wearing underneath his coat. His blade wings float idly behind him, glowing faintly. He doesn't look like the combat type, but with those wings...
"Sup?" he greets, examining everyone and performing basic scans that would reveal someone's nature and current state if successful.
Yo, Aqueous. What's up?
edited 21st Dec '16 8:38:35 PM by SymeSynth
Creator of the Avatar Arena and its Discord server.
The Sun’s Firstborn
The Helldiver looks at Maurice.
"YOU SHOULD BE FINE THEN."
He then turns to the soldier/drone, whoever said they weren't human.
"NO. I, AND MY COMRADES, ARE TASKED TO PROTECT SUPER EARTH, AND ENFORCE DEMOCRACY ON ALL PLANETS. HAVE YOU ACCEPTED DEMOCRACY YET?"
The scan would reveal that the Helldiver is suspicious of the soldier. He is also very loyal, proud, and nationalistic. The Helldiver seems to be ignoring the jet person.
edited 21st Dec '16 8:53:50 PM by Skiller2
Everyday's great at your Junes
Maurice takes the reprieve from combat to tend to his wound. With practiced precision and calmness, he proceeds to pull the tiny bullet out of his shoulder and tosses it aside. He places his hand over the wound itself and his hand glows faintly, what looks like the very cells composing it being visible for a moment. As he pulls it away, the bullet wound looks good as new.
"Greetings. he says, nodding to the jet person. Their scan will reveal that he's fairly calm despite getting shot and having just dug a bullet out of his shoulder.
Maurice gives the Helldiver a look, raising an eyebrow slightly. "...I prefer not to get into politics, sorry."
edited 21st Dec '16 8:49:22 PM by BaronGreen
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.
"'Enforce' and 'democracy' sounds pretty oxymoronic. I think you mean 'imperialism'." The soldier comes out of their hiding spot, hovering closer towards Maurice. "You think you wanna switch targets?" They asks Maurice.
The electrical signals in the soldier's armor seem to be jamming the jet person's scan. A more thorough one should do it, however, if he's really curious. "You remind me of someone I know."
edited 21st Dec '16 8:53:47 PM by AqueousBunnies
Akuma Shogun
Neptuneman was glanced at by the drone and by the jet. They can see that Neptuneman is a masked wrestler with a green, spiked vest. He's clearly a threat since he is around 2.40 meters (or 7'10'' in English measurement) in height.
The jet's scan can notice that Neptuneman is a Perfect Choujin, and he wants to prove that Perfect Choujin are the best. Also, he's clearly covered in shotgun wounds from the fight against Reaper. He's clearly been in a fight, so he must be dangerous.
"Hi. Any reason why you're looking at me?"
The Vagrant
"Just examining everyone here."
The humanoid then turns to the soldier, tilting his head at them.
"Oh, who?"
He then turns to the Helldiver.
"So, are you gonna shut up about your politics or am I going to make you?"
Noting that he could be potentially targeted, his blade wings hover close.
Creator of the Avatar Arena and its Discord server.
The Sun’s Firstborn
The Helldiver glares at soldier after his remark. Then the Jet person responds. The Helldiver immediately faces him, weapon aimed, finger on the trigger.
"THREATENING A HELLDIVER IS A CAPITAL OFFENSE. I WOULD NORMALLY SHOOT YOU, BUT SINCE YOU DID NOT KNOW, I WILL ACCEPT A APOLOGY AND YOUR PLEDGE TO NEVER DO THIS AGAIN."
Everyday's great at your Junes
At Neptuneman's approach, he glances at him for a good moment, taking in his current state. He glances back at the soldier. "...Well, if it comes to that. I can't say I like some of the look of our new company."
He watches Helldiver pull the weapon on the jet person. "...Okay. I really don't."
edited 21st Dec '16 9:08:42 PM by BaronGreen
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.
"I'm just examining you." The drone says to Neptuneman.
"His name is-" The soldier is cut off with an arrow through the knee by the Helldiver. "You know what, let's just get on with it." They flick a small switch on their railgun, shooting a continuous stream of molten metal that ionizes the air around it from heat, making it look like a light beam. The drone is joined by two more almost identical to it, and one that is larger and more defensive-looking. A swarm of smaller, disk-shaped drones fly out, quickly turning invisible.
Neptuneman smirks and rushes over to Frederick. He doesn't seem to notice Ryu, though.
"With pleasure! Iai-Giri Bomber!"
Neptuneman attempts to do a clothesline on Frederick. If this connects, Neptuneman attempts to uppercut Frederick towards a nearby blimp.
edited 21st Dec '16 6:39:11 PM by josh6243