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The Gladiatorial Meme (Round 2)

Gladiatorial Combat Meme!

Who doesn't like fighting? Characters, players, the heat of battle is a great place to gather CR! So we bring you the crowd. The rush of the scene, the thrill of battle or the sated daze of boodlust. Version 2.0, bring it on ladies and gents.

This meme may contain triggers
(also may be processed on machinery that has touched allergens be warned)

Basic RP courtesy rules apply
Post with character/canon/preferences (starter optional)
Tag and be cool to one another
Those with powerful characters/insta-winners may choose to be limited in some way. Power repression collars, fields around the arena, battle gods saying 'uh no' what ever!

Location, location, location!

Space/Alien planet: Just what it sounds like folks. You woke up after the worst hangover of your life and you weren't in Kansas any more!
Rome: Who doesn't like the classics? Welcome to low tech and brutally unfair!
Criminal Underground Games: Could be in a city, could be in an abandoned barn, what matters is that it's illegal as hell, makes a profit of your pain, and the not-so-upstanding citizens pay through the nose to watch two guys with bats go at each other in a razor wire cage.
The future: This is legal, somehow! You may be a criminal with the option to fight your way to freedom, you may be the next best thing to a bleeding celebrity!
On TV: None of this shit is real but you put on a hell of a show!
Mix n' Match: Or choose your own adventure! Be creative little buggers!

Situations!

One-on-One: Fight your way to the top! Easy huh? Except when your opponent is, well, not a push over.
Group Smash!: It is all of you guys vs. all of those guys! Team up, smash things, repeat until your hammer breaks!
Fresh meat/Training: You've never seen the main arena, you arrived and you've been down in the training grounds since! You may be the newest punching bag, you may be a rising star, you still have to bow down before the arena winners!
Matinee special!: Nobody takes you seriously, you end up in fights against the local Nuns After Prayer club with weapons like rubber chickens and foam bats!
I'm an apprentice!: You arrived in the latest shipment of arena slaves but let's be honest you have arms like wet noodles and they'd feel bad sticking you in the arena. You are now apprenticed to the arena healer/doctor/sawbones/weapon smith whatever!
Decompressing: Life is hard as an arena combatant, sometimes you just have to unwind in your chambers under/around the arena.
Blue Plate special: There's just something about a strong fighter...you may be a rich patron purchasing a few hours of time with a gladiator, you may be the paid for combatant, have at?
Spectator:You are in the stands, lucky you! Do you know the person on the field? Did you bring a friend to watch the blood being spilled? (it's okay we understand the appeal)
Monster Mash!: Sometimes people just need to see others torn apart by vicious monsters. Lions, tigers, mutant gila monsters, they have teeth and claws and such and you have...hands. Lucky you.
Death Match: Oh my, can you kill? The match isn't over until you do. Two on two, one on one, are you hard enough to follow through?
Choose your own!: Same as above, have at and wreak havoc!

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[6-10, open to all!]

Apparently going crazy, terrorizing a city, having your family put a bullet in your brain, and not dying put you on someone's list. The Arena's list to be precise. The last thing she remembered was her sister by her bed, telling her it was going to be alright...

...then she waking up in a cell with no beeping machines, no pain, her violin beside her. A different world, a different place, kidnapped from her home somehow. Her cell was lined in sound dampening equipment, the arena she performed in was likewise shielded.

And it was a Performance. What else could she do but play when it was kill or be killed? Tearing, ripping waves of sound served through Beethoven and Brahm (apologies to the masters she improvised when the fights stretched longer than the songs). Did it matter that she was tired, that she was lost, alone, and that she cried as she played.

Her music didn't sound like angels screaming anymore; the bullet had fixed the madness given to her. No, she was herself, sane, and sad as bodies fell around her and blood splashed against her strings.

What else was she to do though?

None of her siblings had ever been taught to give in, to give up, why should she?

Edited 2013-04-26 07:53 (UTC)

[ In Gannicus's (sometimes) esteemed opinion it wasn't really a decent celebration until someone had ran a gauntlet of wine. Little had he hoped that it would happen here of all places - in a rotting old temple full of suicidal idealists and gladiators with seemingly nothing better to do than kill themselves off needlessly. For the little that he had seen of the man called Spartacus he hadn't quite expected the afternoon to turn out so well; there had been drinking and fighting, two things that kept Gannicus (at least outwardly) happy, and before the day was out he hoped that there might be a little fucking too. But not yet.

For now Gannicus seems to have lost his fine female company - he was sure they had been here only a minute ago, ready and raring to go - but consoles himself with yet another fresh amphora. What little wounds he had picked up during the day's contests hardly seem to bother him, cushioned as they were with drink and the memory of soft kisses from his missing ladies. With the roar of drunken song and shrieks of laughter echoing through the temple grounds he makes his way with a lopsided grin to find fresh company.

Sighting Agron he throws his arms wide, amphora dangling from the tips of a few fingers. ]

It was a fine fucking plan - quenching thirst both for contest and wine in one short day. [ He offers the wine, holding forth the amphora in an unsteady gesture. ] A sweeter victory than any on sand or field of battle, to take one little wagon of wine!

Edited (wow sorry this took forever) 2013-04-26 19:59 (UTC)

How did The Captain get here? He has no clue. He has a massive headache, but it isn't from a hangover. Apparently, just smashing him in the back of head and dropping him in the arena is effective enough.

It seems he is a gladiator today, with the bright lights glaring down at him. He's still in a bit of a daze and is just catching on to this fact.

((OOC: Any of the fight options work for this one. Any arena style too. No need to worry about how he got there, just have at it.

If you have your own prompt you'd prefer, feel free to start with that and we'll ignore this one.

He's a super hero. He is bad at it. His info is here. Anything goes!))

Edited 2013-04-26 13:14 (UTC)

Who would put such a cute little thing in an gladiator arena?

They have him listed as "Kirby the Cannibal."

The little guy is just looking around, wide eyed and curious. Are you unlucky enough to face him?

((OOC: Going SSBB Kirby here. If he eats your muse, he gets one power to add to his list of abilities and your muse gets out mostly unharmed.

Have fun!))

Edited 2013-04-26 13:26 (UTC)

[ooc: 3 preferred for location, anything but 5 for scenario. Can start if needed.]

((And I would prefer to avoid the 5 situation))

[Crazy shapeshifting kid up in here. Bring it.]

[Superassassin bioweapon anyone?]

Edited 2013-04-26 15:01 (UTC)

[[ooc: an augment skilled in weapons and hand-to-hand combat, and, if you like - telepathy.]]

(Open for 1, 2, and 9, can be with or without powers but opening as if he doesn't have them)

Tommy sighed as he looked at the modified version of his Green Ranger armor, helmet in hand. He didn't like arenas, after the Skybase incident in his Red Zeo days. But he had no choice - someone had captured Kimberly, and as any good Knight in Green Armor, he was going to rescue her. So here he was, a free man fighting on his own in the arena on KO-42, needing to earn the right to challenge the man who'd taken his princess.

Finishing up with putting on the gold chest shield with green chain mail hanging over his torso, gold bands on his arms, and the green-toned helmet without the eye visor or face plate, he picked up the two weapons they deemed proper for him - a dagger and a sabre. "May the Power Protect Me..." He said, before stepping out into the alien arena, to see what was waiting for him.

[Superstrong alligator mutant with anger issues? What could go wrong?]

[ LET'S DO THIS. ]

Edited 2013-04-26 18:37 (UTC)

[Rolled 3-9. Do you prefer something else or is it cool? And if so, are they fighting a monster together?]

[Can be with or without power armor]

[Unarmed or melee weapons only please!]

[Beware of italicized thought paragraphs!]

[[ooc: it's my first time, be gentle. To me, I mean. Not Jack. He can deal.]]

[Veronica didn't like this, but not for what yo'd think.

It wasn't because of the fact that she had been thrown into a makeshift colliseum by these thugs. She was so killing them later.

It wasn't because of the fact that she had to fight two tigers, she was actually going to enjoy the experience pf neutralizing one of the most vicious creatures on the planet.

No, Veronica didn't like the fact that she had to fight beside Dan.]

Will you stop shouting! You'll only rile the tigers up more!

Edited 2013-04-27 01:24 (UTC)

[Come at me, bro.]

[A cheering that Veronica had never heard before filled her ears as her and Beck entered the stadium, both of them were held in tight cuffs that restriced their movement.

This was the first time that Veronica had seen the inside of the stadium in Argon. It was packed and the programs were certainly looking for some action.]

Greetings programs! We certainly have quite the show for you tonight!

[The two were pushed rudely into the arena by some guards, their cuffs disappearing as they entered. Veronica couldn't believe that this had happened to the both of them again.]

Today, we have those horrible programs that have tried to upsurp your rightful master CLU! The Renegade, and the User!

[The booing was heard all around, though Veronica could pick out some saddened faces in the crowd. She didn't care if they saw her own face or knew who she was, she was just happy that Beck's mask hadn't come off.]

They will now fight for your amusement, and their own lives, against some of our toughest fighters!

Are you okay? [Veronica looked over at Beck. Five red programs entered the arena opposite to them and seemed to be waiting for the fight to start.]

I'll shout what I want, you simpleton!

[Dan was not having the best of days. Now, three weeks in an underground fighting ring can make anyone cranky. He would have been perfectly happy to release some stress by beating up Veronica.

But the one-on-ones were on Fridays. It was Monday-Monster-Match today. Dan never thought he'd be mad with a fighting ring.

The crowd was eating it up. One of the competition's greatest winner and it's greatest loser (with one unexpected win when he got ahold of his lighter) teaming up? Awesome.

Dan punches a tiger in the face, only for another to bite his arms.]

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The Gladiatorial Meme (Round 2)

White Violin (Vanya) :: Umbrella Academy

agron (spartacus) | location: rome [ ota ]

no subject

The Captain | Marvel 616 | Nextwave: Agents of H.A.T.E.

Kirby | Super Smash Bros. Brawl

Hawke | Dragon Age 2

Arabelle "Goldenwing" Kintotech | Original superhero character | F/M for any smut

David | Animorphs

Veronica Madaraki | Franken Fran / OTA

John Harrison || [star trek reboot]

Tommy Oliver | Power Rangers

Leatherhead | TMNT 2012

Beck || TRON: Uprising

Because I will never be able to resist this dynamic

Nikolai Djerassi | Battletech/Mechwarrior

Utena Tenjou | Revolutionary Girl Utena

Meguru Takayanagi | All Rounder Meguru

Jack Half A Prayer | Bas Lag

Uther Doul | Bas Lag

Paul Atreides | Dune

Jack | Bioshock (OTA)

It's cool

Germany | Axis Powers Hetalia | OTA

4-2? I always wanted to try this!

no subject