[Jinx]

✧ ARMOR WARS: ARENA 5 ✧

Round 1

Environmental catastrophes. Coordinated mayhem. Tokyo had been met with many great dangers lately, which only accelerated its need for protectors. As a response to these circumstances a challenge was hosted for the hero hopefuls of UAU to test their abilities in handling any situation. Yet they were not the only ones for which a challenge had been prepared, for the underworld too managed to nab a fair amount of gear and prepare their own arena. Word had spread through the grapevine and betting rings had been set up to gamble on the contestants' fates.

Each participant would be given a device that displays a list of gear assigned to them, which could be selected to materialize before them to use. With the sheer amount of gear available, no one was expected to physically carry them all.

Once everyone received their devices and assigned items, they would be led into a room, if it could even be called that. It was less like a room and more like a white void, the doors only sliding closed to emphasize the emptiness once the last participant -willing or otherwise- went through. The only things everyone would see are each other and a digital clock projected on the floor, counting down the seconds.

There was also a tingling sensation in the air. Not enough to be oppressive, but enough to clue many in on the fact that some kind of field was at work. Totally unrelated to the fact that any attempt at using one's Quirk would fail.

This discovery would be short-lived as the timer reached zero and the scenery shifted.

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Tall buildings, neon lights and detritus spread all over the place were revealed to the contestants. In the distant loud, thumping music blared and closer by a car alarm added to the cacophony of sound.



Mere moments after the scene was revealed a loud static erupted for several long seconds before an announcer cleared their throat and began to speak.

"Welcome, low lives and high rollers, to the madhouse. We're all gathered here in remembrance of these poor saps' bright futures, gone the moment they set foot in this arena. Let's have us a moment of silence shall we?"

With a series of clicks, gear noises and creaking sounds slits reveal themselves, windows slide open and doors show what was hidden behind them as a vast amount of gun barrels poke through each of them, pointing in all directions from more spots than anyone could count.

"...and there goes our moment of silence folks. Let's hope the crew didn't forget they were supposed to put rubber bullets in those. To our currently intact contestants I have a few words. Your objective is simple. Survive!"

For but a second there is complete and utter silence. Then every single gun opens fire all at the same time.

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Welcome to Armor Wars, Underground Edition! As a reminder, all participants must post at least once per round, but can skip one round if necessary. A second skip will result in no tokens being given. No max on the number of posts per round. There are six rounds total, each a week long, with an optional seventh for everyone to write their closing replies.

If you wish to use your gear, add a TLDR on its usage in your post and we'll roll a die for it. If the roll fails, its drawback is revealed and you're free to RP it out as you see fit

Additionally, if you want to have any cool moments with your character but have it be kept as a surprise, or if you're just unsure of whether an action's viable, feel free to DM me(Jinx) and we could try to work it out!

The next round will begin on 17/01/2024

tag: CHIRP ♪♪  Mafdet Khepri  smileyj  Taro Yamada

[CHIRP ♪♪]

When Chirp went undercover, he didn’t expect a death trap.

He should’ve. But the idea that criminals would be coordinating such an event under Japan’s noses was dumbfounding. For all the hope he had in the hero institution (not much really, other than the fact it could enable people like him to make a marginal difference where they otherwise wouldn’t), he would have considered this the highest of priorities. People’s lives were at risk, money was being gambled, and there wasn’t a goddamn hero in sight.

Even Gabriel, who was sent undercover, wasn’t a hero. He was a detective at best and if he lucked out, they might reward him with a hero license. Wishful thinking. It’d be a surprise if he made it out alive, all things considered. But it wouldn’t be the first time he got lucky.

Bird mask on, he scrolled through his newfound inventory. As great as he was at making props, he couldn’t fathom something this reality-altering. Then again, with his access to information from the past, there were likely others who could manifest similar information about future possibilities.

Gabriel pulls out the sticky hand.

“This is literally just a toy.” He looks around, wondering if anyone might want to high-five it. “Eh? Good luck, everyone? Eh? Eh?”

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CHIRP ♪♪

[Mafdet Khepri]

Khepri had been to many theme parks in their time but none quite compared to the sheer realism UAU managed to put into the arena. To have not only the other students but even the audience fit completely into the underground aesthetic left them highly impressed. Why, the costumes and disguises were so good she only recognized one other student! Someone Khepri had never talked to and only met once when they'd walked into the wrong classroom and sat through an entire lesson without ever realizing it wasn't where they were meant to be. Only when Khepri's far more familiar looking classmates asked about their absence the next day did the catbug catch onto the fact that they'd been in the wrong place the day before.

"Good luck!" Khepri enthusiastically waved back from the other side of the group while looking over their fellow contestants. They didn't recognize any of them and a fair few looked absolutely terrifying but that had never stopped Khepri before. Amongst the crowd there were several that caught her interest and wouldn't you know it, she had just the right tool to form a team! That would have to wait for later though as the scene suddenly changed revealing a cityscape much like the one they'd gotten lost in that one time they didn't wanna talk about. 

"Go, go Khepri bot!" The catbug shouted with one arm raised over their head while the other pressed her Robo-cat's 'on' button. They had the feeling they'd need it if this turned out like the other time they'd wandered into something like-

Oh hey, was that a gleam behind that window over there?! This really was just like- Oh no. That's not good.

As the announcer finished speaking and the guns went off Khepri immediately raced towards the nearest door. It had a gun sticking through the opening that was relentlessly firing their way but the catbug had a plan. Guns only fired from the front. If they could just get behind it they'd be out of the line of fire. Yet as a rubber bullet heavily impacted their side and sent them carreening they realized charging right at the gun might not be as easy as one thought.

...Unless they had rocket boots!

With a tap of their heels they activated the Slam Jam and aimed themself at the door. If all went well they'd be home free!

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TL;DR: 
-Khepri thinks they're in the UAU arena, unaware they got incredibly lost and ended up here in the Underground Arena.
-Takes a look at everyone while replying to Chirp, has hopes of teaming up with several of the other contestants
-Activates Robo-cat hoping for the best
-Tries to get behind one of the guns but gets hit by a rubber bullet and is sent of course
-Activates her Slam Jam rocket boots to shoot towards it anyway.

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Tags: Jinx CHIRP ♪♪ smileyj Taro Yamada

[Taro Yamada]

GAME ON!

HP: lmao.

You know, Taro thought he was going to have fun. An underground challenge? Where he could not only break people's face - not that he was excited about that, it just seemed par for the course with these things - but he could potentially break the terrain as well? And while that wasn't the main goal either, it was an option he had. He was fond of options. Options that, if chosen, would help him level up and see the world.

Though the whole no Quirks thing was a memo he missed.

He wasn't unrecognizable without his, but he was different. The clothes remained but his horns and tail were gone. His hair lost its navy sheen. His eyes dulled from its auburn hue, becoming as black as his hair. Even his tattoo faded away to reveal his unaltered skin instead. If it weren't for his clothes, Taro would've just looked like a regular human being.

And he was one now. His eyes stung when he forgot to blink. His chest hurt when he forgot to breathe. He could sense his legs strain from standing upright; feel the weight of the bombs that were given to him, as those fancy menus were another thing he missed out on apparently.

A nasty cough forced his way through him and he covered his mouth with his arm. Something whimpered at his side. Right- that was another thing he got. A robot dog, realistic as it was, pressed its head against his leg. He wished he was fake like it again if human existence was like this.

But at least the other people here were nice. Good lucks were exchanged, and someone in a bird mask even offered a high-five. Taro clapped his hand against it. The sticky sensation furrowed his brow, promptly weirding him out. He tried to smile regardless. "Good luck."

Then shots were fired, and something told him he'd actually get hurt this time.

The high-five turned into a grasp of the stranger's hand as Taro pulled the man after him. Humans were squishy. They were in this together now. He whistled at his metal companion. "Sparky? You're Sparky now. Get the guns." If it's able to hear its commands, it would hopefully head to a target different from the white-haired stranger and rip the machines to shreds.

All he and his new friend had to do was find cover.

OOC: Using WatchDog v1 to bite some guns! Buddy system has also been employed on Chirp!

Jinx CHIRP ♪♪ Mafdet Khepri smileyj

[Jinx]

✧ ARMOR WARS: ARENA 5 ✧

Round 2

Bullets flew on as contestant after contestant either got hit by a barrage, managed to get clear or even both. A bloodcurdling scream resounded even over the sound of gunfire.

"Ladies and gentlemen in the audience. It appears we have our first casualty. Clearly not all of the bullets were rubber."

As the guns slowly began to click empty the smell of gunpowder hung heavy in the air amidst the carnage. Shells lay amidst scattered bodies. Some moaning in pain, others knocked unconscious by one too many hit and the rare few with pools of blood slowly spreading from beneath them.

"Congratulations. You've managed to accomplish the absolute bare minimum and survived. For now. With so much noise there's bound to be reprisal. Get what you need and get out. Be fast or be gone. There are no other options."



As sirens closed in and red lights flashed in every direction a golden aura seemed to emanate from a single window in the distance. 

"Those attentive enough to notice may have spotted the glitter of gold in the distance. To those that didn't, consider this information my biggest and last kind act of the day. Your goal is to retrieve the object giving off the glow, first one to pick it up wins something fun."

Within the building in question laid a head-sized golden orb pulsing rhythmically with internal light. What it was, what it did and why it was important were unknown. Yet despite all of that whoever laid their eyes upon it was instilled with a sense of awe and a desire to claim it for themselves. Whether that would be a good idea remained to be seen.

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Item usage:
-Sticky Hand 5000: Drawback triggered
-Robo-cat: Usage successful
-Slam Jam: Usage successful
-WatchDog V1: Usage successful

Sticky Hand 5000 Drawback: There’s a non-zero chance both ends of the hand stay stuck for a round, making it so the user cannot move away from whatever object the hand is attached to!

Welcome to Armor Wars, Underground Edition! As a reminder, all participants must post at least once per round, but can skip one round if necessary. A second skip will result in no tokens being given. No max on the number of posts per round. There are six rounds total, each a week long, with an optional seventh for everyone to write their closing replies.

If you wish to use your gear, add a TLDR on its usage in your post and we'll roll a die for it. If the roll fails, its drawback is revealed and you're free to RP it out as you see fit

Additionally, if you want to have any cool moments with your character but have it be kept as a surprise, or if you're just unsure of whether an action's viable, feel free to DM me(Jinx) and we could try to work it out!

The next round will begin on 24/01/2024 @ 4pm PST

tag: CHIRP ♪♪  Mafdet Khepri  smileyj  Taro Yamada

[CHIRP ♪♪]

Turns out heroes and criminals have a lot in common. They’re both rude, uptight, and don’t know how to have a good time. After all… have you seen this thing? Look at it. It’s sticky. It’s a hand. It’s a sticky hand. Why not live a little and high-five it? Countless ‘no’s’ berated his ears, people even threatening to kill him before the round started.

There was a wave from a mutant and while that was something, he couldn’t believe no one wanted to touch his totally funny prop!

Shplick~

Finally, someone who knew how to have fun. Unfortunately, they were having too much fun. When the bullets started firing, he grabbed onto the sticky hand and pulled them away. Good intentions, sure, but at least take out to dinner first, right?

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine,” Gabe said, trying to pry himself free. Uh-oh. “Hey, buddy. Let go! You’re gonna get us killed.”

It wasn’t his fault.

The hand was too sticky. It brought him back to his years as an adolescent where he discovered his body and…

An objective.

“Look, I’m not trying to win. I’m trying to survive. Kinda put here against my will.” He lied. “I’ll help you win as long as you help me live. Deal?”

Gabe hadn’t decided whether or not he’d betray him yet. It’s all a matter of ‘Are you gonna be, like, annoying about this, or what?’

In the meanwhile, he surveyed the area. The cat was making a play and if they found an opening for themselves, then he’d press on it to catch up. Now, how that interacts with his potential partner? Who the hell knows?!

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Tl;dr
Dude wtf we’re stuck
Um team up, taro? (maybe betrayal idk hehe)
Pulls out teleportation hat and clicks ONLY IF Kephri gets through the door

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Taro Yamada Mafdet Khepri smileyj

[Mafdet Khepri]

With their rocket boots rocketing them forward Khepri hit the door like a battering ram trapping the innocent gun barrel in between the crack. Ducking below the flashes of gunfire still coming out of it while they opened the door once more they briefly struggled with the mechanical contraption atop which the gun was mounted, bullets flying in all directions as they did.  

Stepping past the gun that was now firing diagonally into the ground and sending ricocheting bullets all over the place Khepri entered into the building. It was most definitely a building. Four walls, a door, several windows one couldn't see through. Yup, a building for sure. On the outside at least, for the inside was almost completely empty. No furniture other than a single chair in the corner, no stairs leading to the empty space where more floors should have been and no occupants other than one guy atop said chair eating a sandwich.

"Uh, you're not supposed to be back here..."

"There was a door over there," Khepri replied while pointing back where they came from, a movement in the corner of their eye drawing their attention. "Mafdet-bot! You made it! Go scout ahead and call me if you find anything. Oh and thin the competition while you're add it!" They added innocently as an afterthought.

Opening their inventory they pressed the button that had the six pack of soda and tore open the packaging. Taking out one of the cans they looked over to the uncertain maintenance worker.

"Do you want one too?"

"S-sure..."

Throwing a can over and grabbing for themself Khepri would make sure everyone in the room was offered a can before they cracked one open for themself, humming along offtune to the dwindling sound of gunfire as they drank.

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TL;DR:

-Khepri makes it through the door, sending bullets flying every which way as they force themselves through the opening occupied by the machine holding the gun in place.
-Orders the Robo-cat to scout ahead and thin the competition (in a friendly, healthy competitive way of course)
-Opens the Six pack of soda and gives a can to the NPC before taking one for themself and offering one to each of the other people that may or may not have made it into the same building.

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Tags: Mafdet Khepri CHIRP ♪♪ Taro Yamada smileyj

[Taro Yamada]

GAME ON!

HP: lmao.

People were already dropping like flies. The shots were lethal after all, which only prompted Taro to run faster so he didn't get hit by any of them. Which was a partial success; a bullet clipped his arm, prompting a hiss. For the first time, there was blood.

He could feel the tug of his temporary partner's arm behind him, wondering briefly if he had other plans and they should go somewhere else. Then he spoke about letting him go. Why didn't he say that earlier? "Oh, okay." He unfurled his fingers, expecting the guy to pull his arm away.

But that didn't happen. Well, it did, but he felt his own arm tug at the movement. It prompted him to pull as well, which eventually led to the realization that the squishy feeling was glue. They were stuck together. For better or worse.

Worse for the other guy really, Taro was at his weakest right now. "You were forced here? That sucks. I just wanted to destroy shit so I don't care about winning either." A shrug. "I can try to keep you alive, but I usually do that by distracting someone and dying first. Can't do that now without my Quirk so..."

He dug into his pocket for some of the stickers he was given at the start. "Just have to make do I guess. Winning's the only thing we can do now." The non-digital being stuck three stickers on three contestants' legs as they passed by them, hoping a trip up would slow them down. If Chirp's teleporter thingy brought them to the cat person's side despite being stuck together, he'd totally take an offered can for himself.

Might as well learn what drinking's like while he's here.

OOC: Agrees to Chirp's team up but admits he can't do much. But he uses 3 slapstickers on 3 bozos heh. Will also take a soda can from Khepri if Free Skipper works!

Jinx CHIRP ♪♪ Mafdet Khepri smileyj

[smileyj]

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| Mel Sweets | @Smiley J
Location: Where even the fuck am I? | Current Status:

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What. The. FUCK. Where the actual fuck even is he!? He went to his favorite bar one night, he drank a bit too much to try and impress a cute guy he saw there, perhaps took some substance here or there that he wasn't used to and, before he knew it, he had gotten somehow dragged here, holding onto crap he did not recognize and, for some reason, prevented from using his quirk. Whether that was mental or literal he did not know.. and surrounded by all sorts of criminal delinquent weirdo-types, it motivated him into not even trying to. All he could do, at least for now, was to try to get the fuck out of here.

And of course, it started VERY badly, with guns! Guns everywhere, guns whizzing and whoozing and bing bang pow! Before he knew it, some fucking idiot next to him got unlucky and was hit first, knocked out! Or dead? ..He wasn't bleeding, so it was probably ok!

But he started bleeding soon enough once Mel had the funny idea of, instead of using his equipment, just grabbing the knocked out body and crouching down, moving slowly, like a very patient turtle, while his human-umbrella covered for him. How kind of the guy's wonderful and totally willing contribution - do not question him on that. Shut up.

Before he knew it, he had somehow made it out unscathed. How lucky of him.

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The next challenge was.. oh whatever. He wasn't even here out of his own will, he honestly wanted to leave! But who the fuck would he even tell that? Chances are, if he tried to speak to any of these demented weirdos, he would get shot! Or stabbed! Or stabbed and shot! So, with fear and regret clouding his mind from the passing feeling of awe and greed that he surely felt over watching that ball, he instead would choose to stay behind, likely take a walk around whatever place looked the most safe and empty to prepare for whatever fuckery came next.

After all, these punkboys and punkgals could enjoy their time and get all sorts of villainous prizes like superdrugs or something. He was here for his own reason: Survive. Then.. get out and probably go sober for a while. At least keep the substances to a minimum.

OOC:

Mel got trashed as hell and woke up here.

He does NOT want to be here.

Objective: Survive.

[Jinx]

✧ ARMOR WARS: ARENA 5 ✧

Round 3

As a certain group was enjoying a leisurely break and a tasty drink -with the exception of Taro's which was decidedly less tasty- the majority of the competitors struggled on, racing for the golden orb as police robots in turn raced after them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner. Give it up for DupliSkater. Oh, what's that?" The orb held by the first participant who managed to grab it began to pulse ominously. "It appears he will need to give it up himself. To get greater profit sometimes you need to collaborate, especially when law enforcement is on your tail. Hold the prize for too long and it detonates. Drop it and it detonates. Anyone too stupid to not get those instructions deserves to get blown up. Good luck with the group project."

"What?! This is bullshit!" DupliSkater shouted back to the nearest speaker. "To hell with this!"

Pressing a button on his menu he summoned a circus ring, stuck his hand through and threw the orb at the nearest other participant. Then he snapped his fingers and was holding an orb once more. Repeating the maneuver over and over more than a dozen pulsing glowing orbs were flying through the air before he finally pulled his arm back out and tapped the heels of his boots together.

"Have fun finding the right one, suckers!"



Running through the air on invisible platforms in between all the flying objects the man himself was quickly put out of everyone's mind as they scrambled to catch every single one of the thrown orbs. 

The race was on. Who would win in the end only time could tell...

...That was, if any managed to keep the true object of their desires safe at all.

"Halt! You're all under arrest!" One of the robots blared while driving onto the scene, the prongs of its tasers launching towards one of the competitors and sending them twitching to the ground before promptly being blown up by their dropped orb. Several others even split from the main force to chase down stray competitors, seemingly tracking them down with a precision that bordered on the supernatural. Either that or something the contestants were given had a tracking device, something they couldn't remove due to its intangible nature yet ever present.

But surely the villainous organizers wouldn't put a function like that on the inventory now would they? 

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Item usage:
-Free Skipper: Usage successful
-Robo-cat: Usage successful
-Six pack of soda NPC, Khepri and Chirp: Usage successful
-Six pack of soda Taro: Drawback triggered

Six pack of soda Drawback: Coral Cola has since gone bankrupt due to a lack of quality control, quality of beverages may vary.

Welcome to Armor Wars, Underground Edition! As a reminder, all participants must post at least once per round, but can skip one round if necessary. A second skip will result in no tokens being given. No max on the number of posts per round. There are six rounds total, each a week long, with an optional seventh for everyone to write their closing replies.

If you wish to use your gear, add a TLDR on its usage in your post and we'll roll a die for it. If the roll fails, its drawback is revealed and you're free to RP it out as you see fit

Additionally, if you want to have any cool moments with your character but have it be kept as a surprise, or if you're just unsure of whether an action's viable, feel free to DM me(Jinx) and we could try to work it out! Triggering drawbacks can now also be requested as a "cool" moment!

The next round will begin on 31/01/2024 @ 4pm PST

tag: CHIRP ♪♪  Mafdet Khepri  smileyj  Taro Yamada

[CHIRP ♪♪]

Let’s take a look at the situation.

Someone won until they didn’t. Then, in their rage, they started duplicating spheres and tossing them to the rest of the struggling survivors. Couple this with the fact that Taro didn’t want to win and had a newfound ally — cool drink, but I can’t right now — meant that…

Gabriel had no idea what it meant. Even presuming the soda-offering feline was an ally was a bit much. The drink could have been poisoned for all he knew! But what he had to wager on was everyone’s willingness to survive over win. But those invisible platforms did spark something in his head.

Opening the menu, he pulled out his own set of tiles. Taking note of where the invisible platforms were, he’d run off — oh, look. They aren’t stuck together anymore. Nice!

“Even if we don’t win, we’re going to survive!” He calls out to everyone behind him. “Follow me! I think this will work…”

When he finally sees where the air the man walked on, he tosses his own tiles into a set of escalation stairs, locking them in place. Then, hopefully, he’d be able to use the same, invisible footholds to catch up. He’d carve a path forward and hoped everyone else would focus on the balls, but for that, he used his sticky hand to grab one as he walked up his tiles!

Then, he’d jump onto the invisible walkway… hoping to land on… anything.

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tl;dr
- memorized invisible steps location
- ran off and used Mahjong Tiles to escalate to those invisible steps
- used sticky hand to grab onto an orb on the way up
- jumped off tiles and hopes to land on the invisible walkway the man used to follow him

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Taro Yamada Mafdet Khepri smileyj

[Mafdet Khepri]

"I'll be right behind you!" Khepri replied enthusiastically. Dashing out of the nearest window they ended up on the completely wrong side of the building. "Where'd he go?" 

The catbug wondered why the man had vanished immediately after accepting their peace offering can and even making an offer of cooperation. Maybe the juice had gone stale? That would explain it. Khepri had found a fair few spoiled bottles and cans of soda in the past and it'd never helped them make friends. Maybe they were wrong though. Would the UAU organizers really hand out spoiled soda as one of the items to be tested? Khepri doubted it.

Their eyes widened in glee, lips curling up into a smile that showed fangs. That likely meant the man hadn't performed a sudden but inevitable betrayal. It was a riddle! A mystery as to why he'd left. 

"Feline-bot, go find-" They hadn't caught his name, nor was the Robo-Cat around. Khepri hoped it was at least having a good time chasing down and hindering other competitors through precise applications of high-velocity fireballs. "All right!" They added cheerfully, deciding to handle this chase the old fashioned way.

Eyes flicking side to side they raced through the alleys between buildings, dodging past other competitors and doing their best to avoid the police bots as they went. Their search for another person concluded when they found one. Just not the one they were looking for.

"Hi, I'm Khepri. You're not the person I was looking for." Khepri informed the pink-haired competitor with a tilted head and a baffled expression on their face. "Do you want some soda?"

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TL;DR:
-Khepri accepts Chirp's offering of cooperation, immediately goes the wrong way and gets lost
-Forgets their Robo-Cat is still chasing down prey friends so the catbug is left to find the group again the old fashioned way
-Rushes through the alleys, avoiding other competitors and police bots before eventually running into Mel and offering him a Soda Can

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Tags:  CHIRP ♪♪ Taro Yamada smileyj Jinx

[Taro Yamada]

GAME ON!

HP: lmao.

So. Taste, right? Animals had the ability to taste things so instinct would carry them into not eating some foods because it tasted bad. It was a defense mechanism; a way to protect the body from ingesting something that couldn't be digested, would cause illness or otherwise endanger it in some way. Taro, now as a human, could experience what it was like to taste something.

And man, the soda tasted like shit.

He spat out the beverage in a spray, and it was just about the most expressive thing he's ever done. "Yikes. Does everything taste like this?" Was everything terrible and humans just got used to it? Or was the whole defense thing a lie? Now he had even more reason to return to never having to do that again.

Unfortunately, the spray covered a fellow contestant in his spit, and they were not happy about it. Man, he could actually relate now. Not as relatable however was the fist coming his way. Taro dodged to the side as it whiffed past his hair before throwing a couple Quackers so they stuck on the person's back. "Can't stay sorry. We're still playing." With that he headed out the door and away from the future honkening.

The cop bots were milling about, so the simple course of action was to follow the bird mask stranger's lead, climbing the tiles they placed two steps at a time. A friend stayed on the ground though. Taro whistled for his companion. "Yo Sparky? Fetch." Hopefully Sparky was fast and agile enough to catch a ball and throw it up to him before it exploded. Real or not, pets didn't deserve such a death.

OOC: Spits out his drink which hit another contestant. He dodges a hit before sticking two Quackers on them and leaving. He then follows Chirp's lead on the tiles and uses his WatchDog v1 again to fetch a golden orb

Jinx CHIRP ♪♪ Mafdet Khepri smileyj

[smileyj]

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| Mel Sweets | @Smiley J
Location: . | Current Status:  

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From bad to terrible and from terrible to somehow even fucking worse, this day was just impossible to worsen. Just as he thought that everything was starting to improve, that perhaps he could just turtle for a bit without bigger concerns while everyone else fought like an idiot over some little bauble that he couldn't care less about, especially not when he was so much more interested in his own survival and safety, things only became WORSE. Worse, WORSE! Always worse, WHY are the cops here now!? And these sound really fucking aggressive, as if the robot were somehow made by the cops themselves!

Which meant that whatever they could do, he wanted none of it! So, remaining as hidden as he could, he'd continue mostly on the same alleyway that he was on, using whatever he could find as garbage to hide behind, his hands always shakily holding onto his dear blade, quietly whispering repeated mantras to maintain a calm heart and a steady mind. Or.. well, as best of a 'steady mind' as he could ever have in a situation like this. Have you ever been chased like this? You try to keep a steady heart in this situation, dickhead.

So-- "FURGHLEHGEFF!!!" Someone! Holy shit! Someone's here, one of the maniacs, CODE RED, FUCK, SHIT'S BAD, SHIT'S FUCKED! He already had his sword up high and ready to strike with whatever 'skill' he could muster when in a complete and blind panic before he was offered.. soda. Soda? Why. Soda? How, when? Now? What the fuck? They're here to die apparently, why is he getting offered soda? Khepri? What sort of name is that? Not a cool name like Mel.

Before he knew it or could even properly understand, the pinkette was already streaming horrified tears down his face, unable to muster any comprehensible word, other than lowering his sword and nodding, clearly needing some sugar in his bloodstream to cheer up.

[Jinx]

✧ ARMOR WARS: ARENA 5 ✧

Round 4

"Law enforcement has a habit of getting in the way. Plan accordingly. There is a plinth on the other side of the arena. Place the orb there to activate the final challenge. Or don't. It's not like there's poisonous gas filling up the arena. Take as long as you like."

As various cracks and crevices began hissing orbs flew all over the place, some being caught and passed along while others fell and blew up. Were that all perhaps there would be less casualties yet as the police droids employed their tasers on any too distracted or slow to evade them more orbs dropped in close proximity setting off a cacophony of explosions and screams. Despite how loud it all was a single voice could be heard; Not on account of its volume but purely due to how commanding it was.

"True orb: Attract," The woman spoke causing one of her metallic gauntlets to light up and an orb not too far from DupliSkater to fly her way.

"Satri, you absolu-"

"DupliSkater: Repulse," Satri commanded once more and this time her other gauntlet lit up and sent the man in question flying. Holding the orb in question with both hands she seemed perfectly in control as she continued speaking. "Hardly a challenge. I shall be the one to claim victory."



A mere moment later she realized that it wasn't the man's quirk causing the duplication but an item of his, meaning her actions had not removed the other orbs from play. Something that became glaringly obvious when the first false orb was shucked at her feet. 

She was far from the only one to misunderstand the usage of certain items. While Chirp managed to use his Mahjong Tiles to reach DupliSkater's wake and the Sticky Hand to grab one of the false orbs he found his footing ending abruptly when he tried to follow the man's path. Clearly the skater's shoes had functioned in a manner more similar to Chirp's own tiles than to a bridge. Unlike him yet with similar results Khepri's Robo-Cat prowled through the contestants, wandering as it pleased with its mission utterly forgotten.

For others their items worked exactly as advertised. Perhaps, in fact, a little too much as advertised. The WatchDog V1 succeeded in fetching the orb  like the good boy it was. Throw it was very fond of. Take, not so much. Some creative coaxing might be needed on Taro's end to retrieve the orb before it detonated. It certainly wouldn't mind the interaction, its robotic tail wagging wildly no matter how much the Robo-Cat hissed in its direction.

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Item usage:
-Mahjong Tiles: Usage successful.
-Sticky Hand 5000: Usage successful.
-Robo-cat: Drawback triggered.
-Quackers use 1: Usage successful.
-Quackers use 2: Drawback triggered.
-WatchDog V1: Usage successful

Robo-Cat Drawback: It might just take a nap or wander off.

Quackers Drawback: They are sometimes duds and instead will honk (surprise you got a goose!) at normal volume for their duration

Welcome to Armor Wars, Underground Edition! As a reminder, all participants must post at least once per round, but can skip one round if necessary. A second skip will result in no tokens being given. No max on the number of posts per round. There are six rounds total, each a week long, with an optional seventh for everyone to write their closing replies.

If you wish to use your gear, add a TLDR on its usage in your post and we'll roll a die for it. If the roll fails, its drawback is revealed and you're free to RP it out as you see fit

Additionally, if you want to have any cool moments with your character but have it be kept as a surprise, or if you're just unsure of whether an action's viable, feel free to DM me(Jinx) and we could try to work it out!

The next round will begin on 07/02/2024 @ 4pm PST

tag: CHIRP ♪♪  Mafdet Khepri  smileyj  Taro Yamada