Vesper has gladiatorial arenas. Bloodsport has long been a part of its culture as indeed it is in Dogwood as well. During this particular time of the year, however, the Arena is used for a particular kind of sport. Teams of technowizards and engineers and even some robotics guilds from Dogwood all come together to build the best battle bot they can. The one rule – it must be ‘bird-themed’.
This is why, on this particular day, the arena stands are packed as a pair of twenty foot tall turkeys bristling with lasers, ion guns, lightning rods and a few other more inventive things are squaring off in the arena as their respective control teams prepare to do proxy battle.
Aiden looks bemused. This is the first one of these he’s ever seen here in Vesper. The funnel cake from the concessions is good though. There’s a brisk business betting on the outcome of the fight though he hasn’t taken part in that.
Slaine hasn’t been around a lot lately. Most of her acquaintances will know that she’d gone with Aiden not too long after Sanka’a had spoken with them. When she was next seen, she looked rather … ill … her eyes darker than usual and every so often, it seemed that she was ‘listening’ to something. Something others couldn’t hear.
As it is though, the little redheaded Mystic is standing beside the grey eyed psychic, nibbling at a funnel cake as they watch. “Mmmhmmm” she’s saying to him, watching the activity in the arena “… happens every year at this time. It’s normally pretty good.”
Megana loves bloodsport as much as she hates Dogwood. The Arena is a favored place of the Shifter Priestess, and not just the one in Vesper, though that is where she is tonight. Obviously she’s hoping to see the Dogwoodians trashed. The turkey thing is a bit bemusing to her as well, cause why the hell would she know anything about an old holiday devoted to giving thanks? But she spots Aiden and makes her way towards his spot with a cup of something that steams and smells strongly of alcohol and a sack of her favorite mystery meat nuggets.
“It’s better when they got live things but…well, you don’t see that every day huh?” Megana comments as she takes a seat next to the man. Her eyes go to Slaine and Megana blinks. Uhoh. She holds out her drink to the woman. “You look like you need this more than me.” It’s a huge gesture, willingly giving up her booze.
“….are you kidding me?!” Elpida’s snakes are all but standing up on end as she stares at the giant turkeys. Robot Turkeys, sure, but still turkeys. And she’s just /staring/ because what else can she do at something like this? At least it’s not actual turkeys or actual bloodsport with people /dying/ or anything. She disapproves of that sort of hting, to be honest. Most people in the crowd steer clear of the Gorgon, leaving her a comfortable bubble of space around her presence that helps her stick out even more like a sore thumb in the crowd.
Harmonica slides between pillars and banners in a practiced effort to present a difficult ‘target,’ not being programmed to recognize national semi-holidays. Still, it beats another night reading at the communal Inn. She acquires a coffee, black, and raises a hand in greeting to the Gorgon. “You also attend the… spectacle. May I sit beside you?”
“Sentients!” An announcer calls out. “We’ve had a great day here so far, but we have plenty more competitors lined up to see who can be this years TOP TURKEY!” The crowd’s cheer swells. They’re clearly enjoying this. Aiden remains bemused despite the explanation from Slaine. He gives Meg a nod as she comes up.
“Alright, competitors! Let’s give a show. Start your Bird-bots!”
The two artificial construcs – one robotic the other much more golem-ish – roar to life. A tail of blade-feathers fan out of the golem while the Dogwood bot charges various energy weapons. Ports and runes glow fiercely.
And then the two birds charge one another and colide with a deafening boom.
Belatedly Megana remembers her Gorgon friend has more delicate sensibilities than one might expect of a Gorgon. “Oh. Uh. I meant..” Really theres no coming back from that. She likes blood, she likes killing. “Here have one of these its great!” Megana turns and attempts to stuff a meat nugget into Elpida’s mouth. At least she isn’t trying to feed the snakes? Yet..
She tilts her head as she notices Harmonica when the woman speaks. Who is this? Not ringing any bells. She shrugs her shoulder. The seat is next to Elpida and behind Meg but empty. “Just don’t try anything shifty.” She snickers. “Ooooh! Kill the dogs!” Megana screams. Then immediately turns around again and gives Elpida a chagrined look. “Sorry.”
“Mmph?” says Elpida as her mouth is abruptly filled by food. She stares at Megana for a moment before glancing back towards Harmonica, offering a nod to her As she attempts to chew. Her snakes whip about some because, well, crowdws are not something that snakes particularly like, that much is obvious. When the boom happens, she manwges to choke some before giving Megana a /look/. Shifty. SHIFTY.
Harmonica’s toaster drops automated earplug-attachments. Horrendous *kaboom* complete, the earplugs self-retract. “Calculated entropy. On display. Yes, most… thrilling.”
There’s only likely to be a small amount of blood that can be drawn from artificial constructs but there will be some. So Megs bloodlust will be satisfied.
There’s a pinging sound as the energy weapons from the Dogwood Bot are deflected by the blade feathers of the golem. Well, mostly. Holes appear in some of them but the Golem rallies, turns it tail and the blades whir fiercely. They connect, there’s a terrible crunching noise and the Dogwood Bot glows brightly. It staggers once, staggers twice and turns towards the stands. A beam of bright blue light arcs out ….
Slaine shakes her head at Megs offer alcohol. That’s not going to help her at the moment. The light though, has her moss green eyes widening. “Uh …. That’s not good…..”
After making sure Elpida isn’t choking to death, Megana chortles gleefully at the Gorgon’s look. It was a terrible joke and she knows it but is still amused. The Shifter side eyes Harmonica. “Uh..huh.” What. But yeah it is totally thrilling!
“I guess these things are pretty cool. I mean whoo lookit ’em go!” Turkeybots. Not even Meg would have dreamed that up. She has seen actual turkeys before. They are still around in a few places and Megana definitely gets around… Places. Besides, explosions and lasers and runes..and at least a little blood! “Booyah! Whooo!” Megana hops up and down, drawing a few amused glances as her..assests nearly come free of her fancy leather duster. Then the lights heading towards them and Meg blinks. Her hands snap up and she mutters in foreign tongue as she tries to open a Rift to catch the beam so it doesn’t hit the stands. Undoubtedly it’ll dissappoint some of those in the opposite side but they can kiss her plump shifter ass if they don’t like it. She wants to enjoy the show not get taken out by it!
Boom! Crash! Fighting! Golems fighting!
Elpida whistles sharply at the sight in front of her. Giant robots being real is not something she’s used to. “ALl we need are some giant kaiju… wait, no. We don’t need those. They’re probably frigging real. I can’t believe I might live to see a real life version of Pacific Rim.” There is a pause. A pause and then there’s the beam arcing out and she throws her hands up instinctively.
Harmonica’s overrides ‘kick in,’ and before too many gasps or screams come from the crowd she’s brought a laser-pistol to bear! Focused light lances out, and she coolly targets the support-structures of the mecha’s swerving cannon…
Megs Rifts stutters as she tries to open it and she’s not quite quick enough. The laser fire starts to slice up the seating, sending the crowd diving for cover. It does open though and swallows the rest of the beam – there might be a ‘slice’ missing from the seating though.
Harmonica’s shot hits, sending up arcs and sparks as it does , punching a hole through the casing of the bot. It turns then, looking for the new threat, runes glowing brightly, and targets the little group. Runes glow brightly and another beam of energy shoots forth.
In the meantime, the Vesper Turkeybot //rams// the thing, sending it stumbling and interrupting the beam of light – if only momentarily.
“We have to do something.” Slaine mutters looking at the grey eyed pyschic and shaking her head. So much for a quiet day out. Blue energy starts to flicker across the back of her hands as she intones a spell. Arcane symbols form over the body of the Golem and, whilst noone can see it, the metal that forms the construct starts to rust quicker.
“I’m open to suggestions!” Elpida yells, looking impressed by Harmonica’s shot. A quick whistle escapes from her at that. Yeah, that’s a good shot! She’s nowhere near that good, herself, and she’d probably like to be. She gets to her feet, moving over to the sliced seating, or at least intending to. She’s gonna see if anybody’s hurt.
Megana’s attention is focused on controlling her Rift so she doesn’t do more harm than good. She wishes she had been a bit faster but with this kind of thing you don’t want to fuck up. She could have wiped out half the place or not opened one at all. Suddenly tearing a hole into reality is a calculated carefully done thing though it might not seem like it to someone without the power and doing it in front of a crowd of people without hitting them is impressive. She also needs to make sure nothing comes through to you know, eat or poison them or whatever.
Harmonica frowns. She calls to Megana: “May I push it inside? Is that… bad?”
The Rift can probably close given this thing is shooting indiscriminantly and is now aimed at the small group around Slaine. Another laser beam incapacitates the Vesper bot, it’s smoking chassis fallen to the arena ground.
Elpida finds a laser beam arcing in front of her and the fleshy face of the Golem peering down. Is it flesh and blood? Would her powers work?
Slaine frowns and swears roundly as the Golem keeps rampaging. “Do.Something.” Blue energy flickers again, those moss green eyes start to glow and another spell spills from the Mystics lips. Arcane symbols form under the taloned feet of the Golem and the ground itself shudders and shakes, causing the golem to stumble.
Elpida’s plan to get to potentially wounde perople is interrupted by that. She can’t sure her gaze will work. She’s never tried it on anything that large before, nor that inanimate. It may just not be alive enough to respond to the HORRIBLE MEDUSA VISCAGE.
(actually, if you don’t mind scales, she’s reasonably attractive.)
“I’M TRYING,” she yells back, drawing her pistol and snapping off a shot at the cannon while she tries, /tries/ to unleash her PETRIFYING STARE. Not something she’s fond of doing judging by her expression.
“Not this time, maybe next.” Meg calls to Harmonica as she closes her Rift and scowls. SHe rather considers this evenings battle a failure in terms of entertainment. “I’m trying but what.. robotic shit is not my forte!” She can’t try to control the damned things. They don’t have a mind and if she opens a Rift under that thing Dogwood is likely to come after her. Meg considers. No, she’s got too much else shit to worry about right now. “Snake them Elpida! We’ll get drunk later it’ll be fine!” Meg yells. There isn’t even any thing about she can throw in front of it that would make much adifference. Wait.. Meg turns and focuses her will on the snakes. She has never tried this despite her curiousity. Maybe she can make them all focus on that things opened face at once. Hopefully Elpida doesn’t get pissed if it works. If it doesn’t she will probably never know!
Harmonica shifts focus, instead rounding up and directing survivors– it does appear her cohorts are beginning to bring the carnage under control…
At least no one has tried to jump on the damn rampaging Golem. Slaines seen people who tried that.
As Elpida unleashes her visage, the Golems face starts to petrify. That, at least, stops some of the lasers, but there’s still the rest of the body to deal with. A taloned foot stomps down on the grandstand, not far from where El is standing, causing seats to go flying. Harmonica’s shift in focus couldn’t come at a better time, as a man and two children stumble past them and another laser beam cuts the air.
Not so much under control really….
With the Golem’s face pertrified, Half Pint takes a moment to focus and starts to murmur yet another incantation. The now familiar Arcane symbols form slowly on the ground beneath the Golem and a //huge// hole appears, swallowing the thing and burying most of it.
It’s not dead … exactly … just unable to do anymore damage, allowing it’s handlers to draw near. It’s going to take some time to clean this all up and the entertainment for the day … well, it’s been delayed.
“Oh my. Thank you so much…” a rather dapper looking man approaches the group. “… you saved a lot of people.” He’s talking to Harm, Meg and Elpida. “How can I ever repay you.”
Where’s Slaine? She’s not there.
Harmonica blinks. To her companions: “Are we paid? For this?”
Her Gorgon! And the childrens!!! Meg might be a dark shifter but she hates when children are in danger and people messing with her stuff (or her people) need to diiieee. “Motherfucker! I will KILL you!” It’s a robot. Hows she gonna actually kill it when she can’t think of anything that won’t hurt more people but then it kinda stops and people start coming near it. Megana shakes her fist and stares coldly at the handlers. She’s memorizing their faces for possible later vengence. ..okay revenge really.
Megana ignores the man for a moment as she turns to look over Elpida. “You alright?” Then she eyes Harmonica. “Uh.” FInally the SHifter looks at the man. “This was not the entertainment I was looking for. And godsdamnitfuckingall I spilled my BEER!!!!” She glowers. “I’mm..wait. Where the hell is Slaine?!” Megana starts looking around for the Mystic frantically. If that thing got her…
“Hey, where’s Slain–,” and then the dapper guy is talking to her and she turns her head back towrds him. All her snakes were st aring at the golem still even as she turned her head. They’re STILL staring, fixed in place. They have been for a whiule. Elpida feels odd about that. Still, she’s suitqably impressed at the fact that she managed to actually petrifyy PART of the damn thing. Debris from the stomping foot is all over her clothes. She’s picking splinters out of her scales. “Ow,” she mutters.
“So, uh. Well. Hey. Drinks are on you tonight. And I can drink a lot.”
Megana realizes all the snakes are still looking in at the thing. ‘Oh shit.’ Did it actually work? She had kinda forgotten. With a rarely seen on her guilty expression, The Shifter mentally relaxes that hold she’d thrown out. She doesn’t use that aspect of her powers that often and is a bit bemused because she isnt sure the snakes are technically even real they might just be magical constructs of the curse and maybe… It might just be, coincidence. Perhaps later she’ll test it more. Like when her friend is totally shitfaced and unlikely to notice! “Yeah drinks..” Megana shoves a few people aside and clambers around. “Slaine! Slaine! SLAINE!!!!!!!!” She is not aware of the mystic having any teleporty power. This is not good. Meg is not entertained! Infact she seems to be totally losing her cool. Maybe she went to.. get healers? Or a bit of quiet. It was a lot of excitement and she didnt look well. Meg attempts to calm herself. Her eyes settle on Dapperman and she ponders a bit of stabbery. What? It’s always calming. However.. it is not.. really his fault. She sighs and flops down to pick splinters from Elpida. “We need a lake of booze. Like a huge one. With pretzel fish or somethin'”
“Lake of booze sounds good,” agrees Elpida to Megana as she gets splinters picked out of her scales. She looks around again, “C’mon. Let’s go find one. Maybe we’ll even find the red headed trouble magnet.”
Hm. If they don’t find her soon Meg will just make some trouble. That ought to make her appear, yeah? “You’re right! That’s brilliant!” The Shifter exclaims and claps Elpida on the shoulder. As they head off she tries to remember if the bag full of tiny knitted caps with tiny knitted chin straps she had her imp make make are still at Gran’s or in her new towerhome. Eh no biggie.. she’ll just have to send him to find them. Elpida will wake up with a nice fuzzy surprise! And Meg can plot what kind of trouble to get into later. For now, booze!
Turkey Bots fight it out in the Arena in Vesper. What could go wrong?
November 24, 2410