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Post by Pasta on Nov 16, 2018 18:17:38 GMT
The Trison District, back when it reigned the upper floor. It held the riches of the planet. But this floor held a grand twist. In the center of the town was a large Arena. The Trison Gladiatorial arena, home to the worlds finest fighters. The builds were out sized by the large Dome like arena, able to sit thousands upon thousands of guests who made their bets to watch two go into the ring. One to come out. - The gun metal grey was all around the buildings as most of the money went to the battles to pair with the markets that held just outside of the place.
Area around the Arena was a rather rich looking place, though time has dulled the look. The lights that give the city a different look. It is rittled with neon lights covering from head to toe, giving a low black and dim vibe to the city. Large screens are found scattered across the city in high up places for all those to watch. Many come for the fights, few stay to live. Though who do, never want to leave.
Yet the place pulled in a rather large amount of funds, the rich placed their bets on the fighters. - The fighters that won became famous within the district becoming what they liked to call themselves as Arena Champions. Banners of the fighters would be displayed over parts of the market, in the down town area. This district loved their little sport. And there was a cost to these games. They had to get the fighters somewhere. Slave trade was popular in this region. Be careful. It may not be as grand as it once was. But the dangers are ever more. Welcome to the Trison District. Home of the Arena.
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Post by Pasta on Nov 16, 2018 22:41:36 GMT
The clash of weapons rang out with an on core of cheers from a large crowd. Another match was round about with in the Trison Gladiatorial Arena. Again the sounds clashed followed by a scream, tonight was the round about matches. From all over those who wished to take their arms up in the Arena could fight. If they lived long enough they'd get a prize of Credits. Often these nights didn't last long most died off with in the first match. But with that rare pick there was always one bred to fight. The crowd went wild as a blade crashed down into the neck of the fallen mech, the new comer lifting the head to show all around the crowd what they had done. Their grand pick of the night.
Meanwhile, Gladius, A mech who had earned his freedom many cycles ago. Sat in his little 'cage' awaiting his own turn. The red glow of his eyes peeked slightly out focused on his hands. How much blood was on his hands? - Did he really care? These thoughts always came to Gladius before a match. From Day one to Day...well.. whatever today was. It was always in his mind that he had done this against his will. Which was only partly true. He started out as a slave so many cycles ago. Brought here against his will. Modified. Changed. But that was all in the past. He was now one of the Warrior Champions. Kept fighting because he WANTED to.
Once more his thoughts were cut short as the crowds started to chant. 'Gladius'. Rising from his seat, his hand gripped tightly around the base of his Trident making his way towards the front gate of the small room. Sliding open with a hiss. The door itself was a dull grey with dents, energon stains, number markings. And just for a moment he paused, sucking in a deep breath he took the final strides to enter the Arena. The crowd went wild as he raised his Trident slowly pointing at the new comer. The fight had just begun.
Time slowed down, the sounds dulled away. The new comer seemed to be of average build, in his hands was two short swords. It would be a challenge to pin this one down. Gladius tapped his Trident on the ground as he circled around the arena, in a sudden movement he started to move forward to the Challenger. Who in turn charged at the larger mech, Gladius cocked his arm back and threw a punch. At first he thought it connected but landed into some of the rubble. The challenger had avoided his attack all together, which he paid the price for. A slash landed on his back, this only filled his anger. Ripping his hand out from the rubble he tossed some of the broken rock towards the Challenger charging towards him and close lined him.
A loud clank landed while the Challenger laid on the ground groaning in pain. - The crowd went nuts at the attack, most in the crowd were drunk some high. Others had placed bets on this fight. Gladius glanced over his shoulder to see the Challenger rise up, wobble a bit and wipe his mouth. Turning himself slowly he sized up the Challenger. Pointing his Trident once more the two soon clashed with weapons. The swords were lighter and able to block his attack of the stab, yet he had the reach. With another swift kick he punted the Challenger back, but the challenger was quick and got a good cut on his leg. Gladius wobbled and fell to the ground. Grunting in pain.
It was time to end the fight, Gladius had enough of the small hits, bouncing around this little dance. He stood to his full height once more and charged at the Challenger who charged back at him. But this time the Challenger threw his sword landing into the shoulder of Gladius. With his good arm he held his trident and landed his own good hit the blades landed into the legs of the Challenger.
The crowd. It was always the crowd that kept screaming for more, more blood. More fights. Who was Gladius to disappoint them? He lifted up his Trident and tossed it to the side- wrenching out the sword that was lodged in his shoulder. He moved to a knee and spoke to the Challenger.
"You fight like a Gladiator, but you do not fight like a Champion. Till we meet each other in the All Spark.."
He lifted up the sword to the wounded Challenger and slowly pressed the blade into the spark. The life left the Challenger as he wrenched out the sword. Leaving the spark on the end. Raising his arm up with the spark the crowd cheered. It was another win, another battle. Another day. - He tossed the sword across the floor, the cleaners came out and dragged the bodies away. Gladius left the arena. He would soon go to down the hall, attempting to find some medical aid.
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Post by Corvid on Nov 17, 2018 21:45:27 GMT
Among the large crowd of fans, two Cybertronian grounders pushed their way to the front. A sleek blue mech, the taller of the two, and with him a green femme just a head shorter, with plenty of round edges and curves to her armor. Before they could even see the current match- one which swiftly, and mortally, ended- they were cheering as loudly as any other member of the crowd. By the time they finally found a good spot to watch, Gladius' match had already begun.
Joining the crowd in their chants of "ooh's" and "ah's," Alternator and Digichord fell into the rhythm of the audience's collective voice seamlessly. They'd done this a thousand times before. When Gladius close lined the challenger, Digichord and Alternator cheered loudest of all, Digichord even pumping her fist in the air as she did. Watching, captivated by the dance of danger, they cringed with the rest whenever a competitor took a hit. Worst of all was when the challenger embedded their weapon in Gladius' shoulder, prompting a loud grimace from Alternator, but an uproarious cheer from Digichord.
Neither one noticed the remnants of the last competitor in the ring, so engrossed in the fight they were. Both figured it was all for show- and, while an innocent assumption, they were oh, so wrong.
They lost pace with the rest of the crowd when Gladius downed his opponent, and the cheers turned to chants asking for blood. Bloodlust wasn't like them. Their voices lost, Digichord was first to notice the change in mood, but Alternator didn't take long to follow. They stopped bouncing, stopped cheering, instead looking at the blood-thirsty crowd around them before finally turning worried gazes toward one another, and then slowly, dreadfully, returning their attention back to the arena just in time for-
As Gladius shared a final requiem for his opponent and drove his blade into the bot's spark, a gasp of shock from Digichord was washed over by the clamor of the crowd's resounding approval. She held her mouth, and Alternator roughly grabbed her shoulder. The two started immediately leaving the crowd, unnoticed by the people around them, too consumed with the spectacle before them to care about a couple of early leavers.
"What the sLAG was that!?" Alternator, the mech, was pacing back and forth. Grabbing his head nervously, frantically biting the tips of his digits- he looked a frightful mess. Pointing at Digichord accusingly, "You never said anything about a fight to the death!"
"I didn't know! My source didn't tell me, I- oh Primus, I think I'm going to be sick."
"What'm I supposed to do, huh? I'll never unsee that! You sure have some fragged up contacts, Digichord. What other seedy, underground depravities do you- do you- entertain yourself with?"
They'd found a hallway away from the bustle of the event's outgoing traffic. Taking pause to figure out just what they'd witnessed. Neither wanted this. Doubled over, Digichord was discreetly purging her tanks at the side of the hallway as Alternator continued to pace, making all manner of panicked gestures while continuing to berate her.
A little ways down the hall, the pair had failed to notice Gladius, searching for medical attention.
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Post by Pasta on Nov 17, 2018 22:36:05 GMT
Gladius slowly walked down the hall for what felt like the thousandth time, his hand gripped his wounded shoulder leaking out some of his own energon to the floor leaving a small pitter patter noise echoing down the walls. His eyes focused on the ground right in front of his feet. These battles seemed to bore him now after all there was only so much you could do in a fight there was more to him. More to his very being. His thoughts were cut short as he over heard a rather loud noise of what seemed to be liquid hitting the walls.
Curious. Gladius moved himself further down the hall met with what looked to be two other beings of his very race. He stood there for a moment. The glow alone from his eyes light up the small section of the hallway but he himself was rather large standing at around 38'. Tilting his head to the side he studied the two. Green. Blue. Such odd colors to see in the arena. But not uncommon.
Gladius said while kneeling down to meet them as close as he could to eye to eye look. - The wounds still dripped of his energon but he didn't seem to pay much mind to it now. The glow of his eyes bounced off their face plates if they so chose to look at him.
"Are you two new to the Arena? You seem lost."
Gladius said while kneeling down to meet them as close as he could to eye to eye look. - The wounds still dripped of his energon but he didn't seem to pay much mind to it now. The glow of his eyes bounced off their face plates if they so chose to look at him. Gladius's voice was deep and had some static to it perhaps from battle damage or maybe it was how it always was. Not even he knew anymore.
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Post by Corvid on Nov 18, 2018 23:31:52 GMT
A pair of eyes squinted after a head swivel to meet the newcomer before widening in shock upon recognizing the gladiator. A silent gasp of air escaped him, caught breathless at the sight of Gladius. He was much more imposing up close, easily towering over the shorter grounder, and even more so with Digichord.
“No, well yeah, sort of, eheh,” Alternator stammered.
His friend had quite the fright when she straightened, only for her to meet Gladius’ gaze. She froze in place. The line on her visor flattened in the silence after Alternator’s response, only a few quivering trembles registering from the background noise of the emptying stadium and the arena being cleaned at the end of the hallway behind them. Seeing this, Alternator stepped in and wrapped an arm around Digichord’s shoulder to snap her out of it, posing a smile at Gladius as he tried to brush the inquiry away.
“She’s uh, new to the scene. I just thought I’d show her around the games, y’know? Eheh, she’s a bit green, but she’ll get used to them.”
Digichord looked to Alternator nervously, then back to Gladius. Not sure what he was going for, she stayed frozen in place, still stunned by the unexpected meeting.
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Post by Pasta on Dec 17, 2018 20:53:13 GMT
Gladius didn't quiet understand why they seemed so nervous around him. Perhaps it was his size, or the battle that had just raged on. He knew it was not uncommon for onlookers to take enjoyment of the bloodbaths yet others were not aware of such a thing. Slowly he shook his head side to side standing back to his full height. Optics looked forward with the red hue bouncing off the walls. Pausing for a moment he didn't say anything as he processed what he was to say. To keep the new onlookers calm. It was a kind way of him to keep them safe. Gladius was always looking out for the new comers to the planet. - This could be a chance for him to get to know those around him.
"I understand if you are unwell. I cannot blame those who do not enjoy what I do for a living. But there is little to do on this planet. I grow rather bored of it. But here I stay. - Would you all like to have a tour around this city? I can ensure that you make it to all your locations safe. Paid in full by myself."
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Post by Corvid on Dec 21, 2018 23:42:27 GMT
Their body language was still reserved, still waiting expectantly for something horrendous, perhaps for the gladiator's in-show persona to surface outside of the arena. When it didn't, they eased slightly. Slightly. Even still, they by no means appeared comfortable. Gladius had several feet, and plenty of brawn on them. He was almost the size of both of them combined. Alternator took one of Digichord's arms, and she held onto him as the mech helped his friend up.
"Thanks, I guess. But I don't think we need-" "Nonsense," Alternator interrupted, putting a hand on Digichord's back. Sure enough, she felt tense in her confusion. Staring at him in disbelief. Alternator knew that all it would take is a modest, yet genuine smile from him to disarm her. Sure enough, he could feel her easing up- slowly, reluctantly, but relaxing nonetheless. "We'd love to take advantage of your hospitality. If we could have a moment before. This city have anyplace to sit and refuel?"
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