We Are Heroes | Arc 2: Generation Mutation, The Rise of Mu-Tech | (Started/No Longer accepting)

[Dwarven King]

Ralph quickly stepped between Drake and the stranger. He then turned his attention to the man. "Yeah, we aren't from around her, so what of it?" he looked around at the beat down town. "And what do you mean it's not Locomo town anymore? What the hell happened? And what is it now?" Ralph looked over his shoulder at Drake. It was obvious Drake was still in pain. He then turned back to the stranger. "And while you're at it, mind telling us where we can get some medical attention? His arm was literally snapped." Ralph asked him.

[Ghoulish]

"Suck it up!" The man said to Drake sending him into a comical fury that required him to be held back. "You won't find any medical attention here. Only in the Fake Loco Town. Down that road" he then pointed down the path. As for where you are now, this is Loco Town. The original Locomo Town. We were a build town quite wealthy and spaciouse." The man clenched his fists as he then stated. "Until Mu-Tech came out of no where expecting us to pay rent...the claimed they owned this land. With force they seperated those willing to pay and those willing not to...and they destroyed our town, cutting off its connections to the world, we're simply destined to roam this town until we run out of resources." The man then exhaled in dissapointment and sadness.

"And those willing to pay, were sent to Locomo Town. If your eager to go there strangers. Take the path passed the colliseum and don't look back." The man then began walking off.

Drake looked down for a second then at the coliseum noticably there were a few people heading towards it.

"Its rich right." The man stated as he began walking away. "The coliseum, the locals of this town are the participants, if even 1 of us win, Mu-Tech will clear our Hostile status and we'll be free from this town.......No one ever wins though. In the final round Mu-Tech deals with you personally."

Drake closed his eyes and smirked. "Hmph. Looks like we're finally gonna come afce to face with someone from Mu-Tech then."

The man stopped and turned with surprise.

"You heard me." Drake began. "I say we pay the tournament a visit, and that Mu-tech guy as well. What do you'se think?"

There was a man handing out pamphlets at the front of the coliseum calling out "Only 3 spots left to enter!!! Join Now or suffer here for another week!!!"

[i]Within the Coliseum Champions Room...

A Man sat on a large chair with 2 metal armoured soldiers holding guns either side. Sitting on the throne like chair was a large fat man with long black hair a roughly shaven beard and a buttoned coat with a furry hood, he also had blue pants with black shoes and a blue cloth belt that sank to his right knee.

A man entered the room, "Sir the contest will start soon."

The fat man grinned. "Perfect!"[/i]
OOC: For reference of pic think of the antagonist from One Piece where chopper was born.

[Dwarven King]

Ralph smirked when the man mentioned a tournament. Then he smiled even more when Drake mentioned they should participate. "I agree! Let's start taking Mu-Tech down with this tournament!" He then heard someone at the coliseum mention there were only three spots left. Ralph turned to the group. "Well, I wanna take one of those spots!! Who else wants to join me? Come on, we can learn our enemy this way!" He then turned to the stranger. "And, when one of us wins, you can claim that as a victory for yourself and have this side be freed. Sound good to you?" he asked.

[Ghoulish]

The man look teary eyed for a second. "Y-You'se woul-ld do tha-....N-No its crazy, your crazy! Those fighters in there are strong and big with weapons, you'se have but your fists and feet! Please save yourselves the trouble."

"The trouble would be not competing." Drake stated. "Though I can't enter, One of the three of us enterin gwill no doubt take the tournament and Mu-tech Guy down."

".....If you all succeed, your names will never be forgotten in this town.... My name is, Crate, Crate Pilage. Whoever you strangers are, I wish you the best of luck."

Drake smirked as he turned to the man in front of the coliseum. "I say its time we enter what do you'se think?"

[ANBU]

Kazuya stood in the nearby shadows of an alleyway watching the group who had just arrived, having been on his way to see if there was anyone worth anything in the tournament this month having seen them only once a month if he was still there and not out looking for food his house having originally been here and this leading to him re-visiting often though having paid mu-tech a small amount of money before leaving a few years ago he was able to use one of the houses in the 'fake' locomo town when he had the money for rent and the time to do it having been outtravelling for a short bit before arriving in this part of the area. "hmph.. so eager to enter against mu-tech.. and they all look quite untrained in anything I've heard of.. fools going to the laughter" he then muttered only just loud enough to be illegibly heard by those close enough to the side of the street the alley he was watching from the shadows within was on.

[Piercer of the Heavens]

"Ralph" Jaime said. "I'll take one of those spots as well." Jaime then got right in front of both Ralph and Drake. "I saved Drake from that guy, I should be able to handle these guys and with my power, I can easily outnumber whoever I face." Jaime then got his scythe from his back and held it high. He then he slammed the bottom of the scythe on the ground and then held it in a fighting stance. "I may not be the strongest here, but if you guys allow me, I'll join this tournament as well."

[Qu@ke]

Synth gave a sigh, no one else in the group wanted any part in the tournament and there was one spot left, he really didn't have a need for contests but he decided what the hell. Synth walked past Jaimie and Ralph and signed up, then turned back to them. "Look, if we end up fighting each other in the rounds to come, well lets just say I can't remember my past life; so I don't know if I've killed a man before." Synth commented and then side stepped to let Jaimie and Ralph sign up. "However, I'd probably quit if I came up against Jaimie." Synth said, leaving them to suspect that his moral code wouldn't allow him to willingly hurt someone to much younger than him.

[Ghoulish]

"ooooo" The man at registering the 3 stated, he then took out a megaphone and called out. "All the spots are filled! The tournament is about to begin!" he then whispered to Jaimie, Synth and Ralph. "You guys head around the back with the other contestants.

"Right, we'll be watching from the stands." Draket hen headed to the coliseum. Upon walking in Drake noticed there were alot of people watching the oval shaped arena are that had dirt as the ground. There were also 2 tunnels where he assumed the conntestents walked out of. Drake took a seat with the others.

[Dwarven King]

"Jamie, Synth, shall we head to the back then?" Ralph asked. "That reminds me, what do you think the rules will be?" he stood there for a second wondering. "Do you think we have to make our opponent submit? Kick them out of the arena for a ten count? Kill them? What do you guys think?" Ralph reached up and scratched his head. "Whatever the case, we should all be prepared to do whatever it takes to win. If we win this tournament, this could be a major moral boost for all of us. Agreed?"

[Ghoulish]

"The Rules?..." The man overheared, "Why simply make your opponent submit, or K.O. if you can do neither....Death." A sinister grin surfaced on his face as he headed to the coliseum.

Meanwhile inside Drake couldnbt help but notice that of all the adults in the stands there was one kid, who wore a scarf and glasses, he also had short hair.

Drake didnt pay to much attention, though it did seem oddd that he was the only kid there. "I guess we start making our names here."

[Piercer of the Heavens]

"Death" Jaime mumbled. "So if we can't make our opponent submit or KO them, we need to kill them." Jaime then looked worried, his eyes started to shake. As if he wasn't one to kill anyone that never did something to him. [i]Get a hold of yourself![/i] Jaime thought to himself. [i]You got to win this thing, or at least allow one of your partners to win.[/i] Jaime then turned his back to both Ralph and Synth. "Well if we must, we might need to kill someone in this tournament. But please promise me that you guys won't kill anyone if it's not necessary."

[GreyCat]

"I can see the headlines now; Three teens and their companions with alleged super powers killed during fighting competition." He gave Drake one of his best skeptical looks. "That isn't the way I envisioned getting my name out." Tristan kicked back and folded his hands behind his head and crossed his legs, looking for all like a casual spectator. "You now, I probably should have entered. If knocking them out is all that's needed, I could have just warped them somewhere high. I did mention I can teleport, right? No clue as to the distance yet, or if I can take people, but I'll get to working on that soon. By the way, do they sell snacks here? What's a spectator sport without hotdogs and soda?"

[Ghoulish]

Drake turned to Tristian, "Hmph, have you no confidence? Look at the people from this town, they are the participants, the best they could have is possibly a weapon, if that. Unless of course they planted entrants into the tournament." Drake looked at his strapped arm. he clenched his uninjured fist tightly due to anger, the thought of Vaulks continuously popped into his head. "Darn it." he thought to himself. he then said out loud. "Besides it gives us a chance to see how we stack against someone from Mu-Tech."

Whilst loooking at the highest stand in the coliseum a tall fat figure with long black hair and a roughly shaved beard sat on a large red chair on the highest row in the stand, he had 2 soldiers either side of him.

"Guessing that's him?"

The man that he assuumed was from Mu-Tech had a sinister grin on his face and a leg of a chicken in his hand.

[galesonic]

Damian followed Drake and the others not in the tournament to the stands. It wasn't really that he din't want to be in the tournament, he did. It was just that his powers were a bit...uncooperative. That showed more in his attempted fight with Vaulks. After he threw the stalagmites, he had a migraine and it left him wide open for him to get his beating by Vaulks. Damian sighed and took his seat in the stand. Damian noticed the kid in the stands, but disregared it, thinking he was just another spectator wanting to see some fights. He then looked at Drake, who was in front of him. "It depends on how they view us. Stuff like this is a double-edged sword. Or, in this case, citric acid and sulfuric acid." he said as he turned his attention towards Tristen. "Well, we were too late to enter, so we might as well wait for another tournament, it is happens today. And since this seems Roman-like, I think its a bring your own food kind of deal."

[Qu@ke]

Synth examined his competition and then the two that came with him. "You two may be my only worry actually, these others don't look to strong." Synth said and then looked back to Jaimie for he had brought up not actually killing anyone. "I'll make you a promise." Synth started, realizing that he had the highest percentage of the three to actually not care if he killed someone in this tournament or out. "I won't kill unless they intend to kill me." Synth said, and then looked around again. "But it doesn't even look like I'll have to use my..."skills"." Synth said, referring to his super power as skills because he didn't want to let the other contestants know anything about him.

[Piercer of the Heavens]

After hearing that Synth wasn't going to kill anyone, Jaime went to the arena. [i]Alright Jaime try not to use your powers. We don't want anyone to know who we are yet.[/i] he thought as he prepared to fight. As he took his scythe from his back letting the blade be on his right side, his opponent appeared. He looked very skinny. Since he was wearing no shirt you were able to see his rib cage. The man had a gas mask on and he carried a sword with him. It was about 4 ft in length and he had camo colored pants one. "Prepare to die" the man said in a somewhat high-pitch voice.

He then ran toward Jaime not letting the announcer begin the match. He lifted his sword and slashed downward. Jaime quickly reacted and put snatch of the scythe in the way, blocking the slash. "That won't work" the man said. Then the a current of electricity ran through the blade of the sword into the the snatch of the scythe shocking Jaime. Jaime quickly back away stunned at what happened. Then as he got a closer look, he saw a wire running from the mans sword into his pants. "So, you have a conductor in your pants, that's what shocked me." Jaime said. "Well that won't work twice on me." Jaime then ran toward the man slashing at the man's feet, but the man backed away and dodge. "Now I got you" Jaime said. Jaime then did a spin and hit the man with the bottom of the scythe knocking him to the ground. Jaime then lifted his scythe and slashed downward. The man shut his eyes thinking that this was it for him, but when he opened them the blade of the scythe was right next to him.

"I give" the man said. So Jaime lifted the scythe from the floor. The man then stood up and ran away into one of the two tunnels, dragging his sword behind him. Jaime then exited out of the other tunnel. He then reached Ralph and Synth,"That was to easy" Jaime told them. "If the other guys are like him, you won't need to use your powers."

[Qu@ke]

Synth stepped up into the ring, it was his turn and he could tell Jaimie and a select other few may have been shaky about him fighting; what with his no emotions kind of attitude. His opponent was a female and she had a black leather whip that she cracked across the floor of the arena. The announcer announced the fight and the woman smirked. "You'll never beat The Mistress." Synth rose an eyebrow and then her whip was flying at Synth, which he dodged with ease. "Come now, you can't expect to win!" Several more attacks came flying at Synth, dodging all the attacks with ease yet even Synth couldn't understand why he was [i]this[/i] good at dodging.

"I'm done with your games." Synth held has hand up and allowed the whip to wrap around his wrist and started pulling The Mistress forward, when he got to the point where cutting the whip would make it useless he did so effortlessly with the sword he had strapped horizontally on his lower back, The Mistress fell to the ground and rolled backwards. Synth walked slowly forward after throwing the whip to the right and out of the ring he then raised his sword. "What of you now." Synth said, still walking slowly. "You've exerted most of your energy throwing that piece of leather around and now you have no weapon at all." Synth said, pointing his sword down to the chest of The Mistress. "I suggest you walk away." Synth said, The Mistress looked terrified as she rolled away from his blade and ran yelling about how she was quitting this stupid contest. Synth sheathed his blade and walked from the stage. "Honestly, what you can do by putting a little fear into someone." Synth said to Jaimie and Ralph.

[Ghoulish]

Drake watched from the stands, "two for two i guess....must be hard for their opponents though...they are fighting for their freedom, to have it taken away, they dont know we're fighting for them to." Drakje remembered the state ofn the town. "The towns almost out of resources, they'll be gone within the month, if we can win this I guess their hostile status will go and they'll be free."

Meanwhile at the top of thhe stand. Ian Irongut, a Collctor of Mu-Tech watched on in interest.

"You there!" he called out to the organizer of the tournament who was standing behind his chair.

"Ah! ye-yes sir?"

"Those ones, their not from this town, who are they!? Find out Now!"

"Yes sir!" The man ran off.

Irongut then got up and pulled out his phone.

Meanwhile back with Drake and the others...

Drake observed the kid again, his clothes were much more different from those of the people in this town. Suddenly, a women sat next to him, she looked like his older sister.

"Sis?! What are you doing here?" he complained. "I can get to Locomo Town on my own!"

Drake immediatly turned back to the pair."Locomo Town?" he thought.

[Damiano Tosē]

If anything, he wanted to be in the tournament. But he couldn't, he decided to watch from the stands.

Nine Asfel, leader of the Asfel clan that was once slaughtered by his own kin in C.R.I.M.S.O.N. that is now disposed of, decided to watch the next fight in the tournament. He was rarely unimpressed by the competition as he shifted his glaze onto the stands, looking at mostly all of the superhumans that are not in the tournament, and the humans that are simply here for their enjoyment. "Heh..." He scoffed while looking at the fight. His given ability was enhanced speed, eye motion, thinking processes, reaction times, short bursts of speed allowing him to move faster then the eye and normal brain could either process or track, making it appear as if he teleported from one place to the other in a short time. Short dashes of phenominal speed from one place to the other was an easy way to travel. Which is why he was given the name "Velocity".

He also had his dual blades wrapped in bandages, on each side of his waist. The tournament didn't excite him that much, neither did the competiton. He stood in the far back of the stands to get a better view. He didn't like where he stood but the what the hell, he didn't care.

He had noticed some guards behind him as well, frankly all around the stands. "Heh... nothing is going to happen in here. If it did, then hey, we have an all out brawl tournament of our own then." His words were more emotionless yet sarcastic as his facial expression. He then turned his attention on to the fight. Wasn't like he was going to pay attention anyway.


"Watching these two about to fight bores me already."

[Dwarven King]

Ralph casually entered the arena as his opponent entered from the other side. The man appeared to be in his early twenties and was wearing a monk's robe. His weapon was a staff with blades on the end. Ralph smirked. [i]"This should be rather fun."[/i] he thought to himself.

"Begin!" Came the announcer.

The monk began charging towards, twirling his staff in front of. As soon as he got within range, he slashed down. Ralph, expecting an attack like this, side stepped it. The quickly drew his left blade and blocked the other side as it came down for a slash. Ralph then drew his other blade and begin parrying both ends of the staff with ease. He didn't know how, but apparently he was good with blades. Confidence covered his face as he smirked.

"You will not beat me!" the monk yelled as he swung the staff horizontally. Ralph stepped back out of range, then stepped back in slashing down. Both of his blades connected in the middle of the staff slicing it in two. Without a moment's hesitation, Ralph brought his right foot up and kicked the monk in the chest. As soon as the monk hit the ground, Ralph slammed a blade on either side of the monk's head. "Do you yield?" he asked casually. The monk's eyes went wide as he slowly nodded yes. Ralph smirked once more as he pulled his blades free. He then sheathed both blades and exited the arena.

[ANBU]

Kazuya followed the group into the coliseum, unheard and unseen as he followed them to the eats sitting a row behind them in a spot which was pitch black in darkness which was made from how the coliseum was built blocking all light from touching that area. Watching one of the group saying something about an 'all out brawl tournament' sarcastically. "Easy enough to do.. but would be hard to keep up without going too hard against such weaklings" he muttered just loud enough to be heard by those in the row in front though his body was completely hidden in the darkness as he watched the battle unfold, the other battles having finished quickly.

[Ghoulish]

Drake looked down at his arm, his injured arm, he began remmebering his past, when he was younger he was brought up into a amrtial artist/Weaponry dojo, hand-to-hand combat, he knew his stuff, witha weapon, he knew his stuff... but that man was on a whole nother level. Drake remembered the days when he was a kid the in the Black Dragon Fighting Dojo, he was always at the top of his group, he was the one whoe veryone depended on, he was the one whoe veryone thought would amount to the ranks of one of the most elite fighters in the world. But here...it was different, why...why couldnt he adapt his powers llike the others?

"I will become better...I will become stronger...I won't be left behind." drake thought to himself.

[Qu@ke]

Tensions were high...people looking throughout the area to observe this next...wondering who would win and if someone would die. Jaimie entered the ring, he didn't know what to expect. [i]Synth said he couldn't remember if he'd killed someone in the past...does that mean he's harmed so many people he CAN'T remember...or has he really just lost all memory. What I wonder most...is if he's gonna use his powers, I'll surely lose if he does...[/i] Jaimie thought, stopping in the center of the ring; Synth stepping up and taking his place at the center, looking as confident as ever...well, he had the same look he always did...

"READY!? Start!" The announced called it and Jaimie drew his scythe like weapon, his scythe blade was countered simply with a flick of Synth's sword wielding wrist. Synth then came down with a devastating downward slice; blocked by Jaimie's quick rise of his scythe like weapon. [i]He'll never see this one coming...[/i] Jaimie thought then swept Synth's feet with the blade portion of his weapon but than brought the non-bladed portion slamming into Synth's chin, causing him to drop his blade on the floor, stumble, than fall to ground after spinning so he'd land face-down. For a moment, Synth struggled to get up, leading the crowd to a gasp than a depressing and allongated "AWWWWWWWW." When he failed to do so; clearly unconscious. "Winner, Jaimie!" The announcer; Jaimie just looking shocked and amazed that he actually won.

Men came and grabbed up Synth and took him to the medical ward, taking his blade with him. Jaimie stepped off the stage. "Something doesn't make sense..." He followed Synth to the medical ward and saw that he'd gotten up as quickly as they set him down; holstering his blade. "I don't under..." Synth gave Jaimie a light punch on the noggin. "There's that word again, understand. Sometimes kid, you make me doubt myself." Synth said, Jaimie following him, never getting a real answer. "Listen, we'll need all the strength we can store to fight that guy; case ya didn't notice, we're down one super." Synth said, already looking to see that no one would hear what they were talking about; he was obviously referring to Drake when he said 'down on super'. "So, we put on a little glimmer glamor, the crowd shuts up, and we walk away with not real damage or excrement of energy." Jaimie nodded as the plan did make a lot of sense. "Now, we hope Ralph doesn't lose without giving off a lot of energy than when it's you and him in the finals; you dive, and we take that fat bastard." Jaimie felt like he found a new best friend in Synth, he was so smart and cool!

ooc: Bonding moments and compliments for ME!

[Dwarven King]

(OOC: You sly little dog! ;D)

Ralph quickly made his way to the center of the ring. Once again, confidence was written all over his face. There was no way he could be beaten. Across from him, and small, Chinese man stood in front of him. The man did a polite bow, and Ralph did the same. Yeah, he was confident, but he still had a bit of respect for his opponents. "Ready?" Ralph asked him. The Chinese man merely nodded.

"Begin!" went the announcer.

The Chinese man drew forth his nun-chucks and began twirling them in front of him, but he didn't move any other part of his body. [i]"This MAY be a little tough."[/i] Ralph thought to himself. [i]"But I can handle this!"[/i] Ralph drew his blades and charged at the Chinese man, who continued to stand there twirling his weapon. As soon as he was within range, Ralph jabbed at the man's right shoulder. The Chinese man, being as quick as he was, side stepped him. Then, with a blink of an eye, twirled the nun-chucks around and hit them on the back of Ralph's legs, causing his knees to buckle. Before he could even react, the nun-chucks came back around and slammed him in the chest, knocking him flat on his back. Next thing he knew, nun-chucks were flying down towards his head. Instinct alone saved him. Ralph rolled to the side while grabbing at the man's legs. Before he knew what happened, the Chinese man had fallen on his back, and Ralph was standing over him with his sword pointed at his throat. "Yield?" Ralph asked while gasping for breath. The Chinese man looked into Ralph's eyes and saw the determination there. Reluctantly, he nodded yes.

[Ghoulish]

Drake watched the fight between synth and jamie. "Drake closed his eyes and smirked slightly as he looked down. "hmph, that sly dog....good strategy though, we need someone to be at full power before fighting Irongut.

Drake then noticed the kid and his older sister again.

"Come on Pax! We have to go!" The sister said grabbing the boys arm and pulling him outside.

"Oh! Come on sis! What about the final?!" The boy complained.

"No, we need to leave." The 2 than walked out.

Drake continued looking at them. "Ill be back." he stated as he then followed them out.