WMAT A2 Ariel vs. Neal Cables

WMAT A2 Ariel vs. Neal Cables
Date of Scene:	09 July 2014
Location:	Papaya Island - Stadium
Synopsis:	WMAT Ariel vs. Neal "Psycho" Cables
Cast of Characters:	123, 135, 219, 353, 395, 481

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Allan Bodily (123) has posed:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ws4VQ21T2jU

The stadium is in for quite a show today, After showing himself to be quite the maniac in round one, Neal is back for more action, and he doesn't seem to hve slown down the slightest since then. piloting his rid armor the Living Legend, Neal charges full speed into the arena, firring a barrage of rockets into the air in an explosive display. throwing his head back to let out a loud, cheerful, if somewhat unhinged laugh.

"YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Ariel (219) has posed:
Ariel steps into the arena much more calmly... a tiny figure, not even four feet tall, cloaked in foreboding dark... well, cloak. Hood up as well, with the yellow light of her eyes burning beneath. All dark and brooding or something?

Then the cloak is tossed open and over her shoulder, hood rolling back to free her silvery hair and that little nub of a horn that marks her a unicorn! She's wearing a skin-tight bodysuit of some kind today, and... smiles! A wave toward her opponent and the crowd, "HI! I'm here, I'm here, we can fight now!"

Kinda spoils the look.

Amalthea (395) has posed:
Up in the stands... She is vengeance... She is the night... Amalthea is seated down pretty calmly actually.
... For now...
The one-eyed momma bear unicorn is wearing a hooded cloak of similar design to Ariel's for support, and she has her tofu dog and her beer.
And her rage...
"REMEMBER, ARIEL. REMEMBER WHAT I TOLD YOU."
Go for the eyes girl.

Al Azif (135) has posed:
Al is sitting on Amalthea's head, between the unicorn's ears, atop the hood of the cloak. Obviously, she is in her tiny doll-sized form, clapping her hands and cheering in a small voice that is much more shrill and loud than her size would normally indicate. "You can do it, Master! He's just a human with a bunch of stuff!"

Laer (353) has posed:
Laer is in the crowd, and she will wave back vaguely at both Ariel and Neal as she calls. A pen is tucked behind the elf's ear; it's recognizable as her Abstractum Nyarie, although she seems to be asleep at the moment as Laer's voice carries perfectly throughout the stadium because she is a dirty cheating bard of an announcer and sound is basically what she does. "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and honorable gender neutral robots of the multiverse, we are coming to you live with another battle, far more epic than any of the others previously seen! In this corner, representing peace, love, and the Confederate way, Neal! And in this corner, representing the forces of chaos and pestilence, a small child! In this case, Ariel! Can the young unicorn overcome the forces of peaceful lovely violence that Neal can bring to bear? Will her mother be arrested for attempted murder of a tournament official, myself or otherwise? Join us in the tournament stadium proper to find out, or listen to all the action on WMAT8/900.8!"

Kirika (481) has posed:
Curiously, Kirika has gotten ahold of some more modern garments since she's joined the Union. Having a day to go shopping in Urbania helps with the stipend Elites get and all. She too wears a hooded cloak, but this one is a traveler's garment she's had since she began wandering.

Seeing Amalthea up high, the kitsune begins to wander up toward the unicorn. "Hello." She bows her head to the Knight and Al, carrying a bowl of ramen with chicken broth and fried tofu as well as a soda. "Do you mind if I sit with you?" She asks, glancing towards the match building as it is.

Allan Bodily (123) has posed:
Neal looks down at Ariel, elaning forward in the living legend to get a good look ah her. "No fear? I like ya already! Let's give these people a show they'll never forget!" Neal gets into what can barely be called a ready stance, a bundle of energy, all reved up and eager to go as he bobs in place. "Come on! Come on! Ring the bell. Sound the horn. Get this party rolling!"

*ding!* "SHOW TIME!"

Despit the somewhat patchwork look of his armor, The living legend is suprisingly fast as Neal suddenly barrles full speed at Ariel, the cannon on his shoulder suddenly fireing off a beam of electricty to sweep the area in front of him. "YEAAAHAHAHA!"

Ariel (219) has posed:
The bell rings, and... Neal wasts no time! He's COMIN' RIGHT FOR HER! So it's totally self defense, right? South Park taught her that! More importantly, the blast of electricity crackles across and blasts right into her chest, staggering the small girl... but not so much that she can't suddenly LEAP into the air, wings made of pages spreading with a ruffle of paper and a flapping motion.

"A-ah... ow..." She flinches, smoke rising from the smoldering impact of the electricity lance. Yet it seems that some of that power was taken in, as crackling electricity arcs between her own hands. "Well, I guess we can do that, too. You're sure having fun!"

Then lightning blasts down from Ariel's fingers!

Amalthea (395) has posed:
"Nruh. Yeah, yeah." Amalthea's reply to Kirika is a little gruff, but in her defense her focus is intently on the match. She doesn't even seem to mind Al on top of her head. Because she's not a goddamned fairy.
Do you know how long Amalthea was investigating the lava floodgates in her house because of Ariel's hijinx?
Two days straight. And she didn't find one.
This is both good and bad, and also a complete and utter sidetrack.
Al better hold on, because Amalthea is already shaking her fist. "TAZE HIM! TAZE HIM!!!"

Laer (353) has posed:
It seems that Laer's not giving up on the good versus evil motiff of her commentary right away, at least. "And right out of the gate, Neal is showing a great deal of eagerness in his mildly used power armor thing. I'm told that we'll have a sponsorship spot from the provider of said armor at the conclusion of the successful tournament! Or I might be making that up. Still, he gets a solid blast in, but in the tradition of dark evil wizards everywhere, Ariel seizes some of the power of lightning and manages to redirect it back at him! Oh, it's hard to tell here who got the better of the exchange, but remember, kids: Lightning is evil unless it is accompanied by awesome music!" She mostly adds that at the last moment upon remembering that she quite frequently uses lightning magic.

Kirika (481) has posed:
Kirika sits besides Amalthea, not minding the gruffness. It's understandable that her attention would be focused more on her daughter than some random newbie asking them a thing. She notes the tiny being atop her head once more, before she glances out at the fight, placing her soda besides her as she slurps up a mouthful of ramen. Slurpslurp munch. Tofunom.

She has enough of a poker face to avoid being visibly rattled by Amalthea's outbursts, years of discipline taught that has kept her poise.

God help us all if Ariel loses, though. Even Kirika can tell that's a bad sign.

Allan Bodily (123) has posed:
"What's not to love? Two incredible fighters... A clash clash of Legends... And to the winner greater glory still! I was born for this!" Neal spins the armor around right as the lightening glances off it's arm as he takes with the rockes on his other shoulder, seeing a barrage skyward after Ariel. "Come on! it's round two, you're here to win. Show the world you mean business!"

Ariel (219) has posed:
"AH!" Rockets? She's not ready for that yet! The wings fold over just in time, but the rockets are still slamming right into Ariel's body, knocking her from the sky to slam and bounce on the ground with a loud squeak! The wings are kind of shredded, too. Oh dear.

But they're regenerating, at least! This doesn't help all the battering she's taken, but it does help her 'armor' a little as the unicorn rolls, coming up on all fours to shift into four-legged form. She tosses her head and shakes the dizzyness free, showing scorch marks even in this form, but the drifting pages fluttering down suddenly 'sharpen' and slice inward, aiming to slash through the jury-rigged power armor's control systems and power lines. "W-well, I guess that's one way of putting it..."

Laer (353) has posed:
Laer will continue on in her commentary, which in at least some ways now resembles reality. And in others, well.. "Oh, and there is just a little bit of escalation as Neal goes for the rockets right away! I don't know if that's quite sporting or not, but it appears to be effective regardless, as solid blows land from them. Still, like all small children everywhere, Ariel appears to be able to regenerate from anti-Ariel rockets, and she seems to be attacking with some kind of.. is that paper? I believe it is!"

Allan Bodily (123) has posed:
There's a series of loud clangng sounds as several pages embed themsevels in Neal's armor one of them even shotos right past Neals head, cutting open his cheek. The psyco's responce? That manic grin fo his gets even wider.

"YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Now we're talking! Keep that up! We've got a proper fight now!" He once again pots towards Ariel, pulling one massive fist back for a straight punch right at her gut.

Ariel (219) has posed:
Ariel really hates violence, but she's had to pick up some tricks in this wild world! A punch is something that she can /sometimes/ see coming, on a good day... and she has a way to counter it! The punch is heading right for her, but the regenerating wing manages to arc around and deflect it at the last moment, sending the massive fist just past her cheek to scrape her shoulder rather hard, hard enough to jar but not to seriously injure. "Nnf! W-well um..."

"POCKET GLITTER!"

Ariel suddenly flings glitter at Neal's face, whether it's protected or not, and counters the punch with a sudden and awkward attack that she learned from her equine mother. It's less effective against power armor, but it still has some power behind it!

Ariel has used: SACK TAP.

Amalthea (395) has posed:
Amalthea throws herself onto her feet, hands in the air. "PERFECT FORM!"
Amalthea is always proud of Ariel. But she has never been more proud of her daughter than she is right now.

Laer (353) has posed:
Laer is getting rather more into it now. "And it looks like Neal has been enraged by Ariel's foul presence. He's abandoned all sense of tactics, and is moving in to go straight for a glorious punch! But I don't know that he's actually made a wise decision, and.. OH MY GOD! The unicorn has resorted to thuggery! Cheap tricks and low blows. I hope that robot is not anatomically correct!"

Allan Bodily (123) has posed:
Neal brings his hands up to shield his face as the pages fly at him. "HEY! what the!

*CLANG!*

Neal's smile actually vanishes for a moment, replaced by a look that practically screams. "Da faq?" He even leans forward in his seat in the armor, looking down to see what just happened. Then he notices where the rather large new dent has shown up on the armor. "...?"

Almost immeidatly the smile is back. "YEAAAAHAHAHA! No quarter! No mercy! Victory at all costs! I LOVE IT!" Yep, even a shot below the belt can make him any less psycho. Almost immediatly the barrel of his cannon starts to glow as he fires another beam down at Ariel.

Meanwhile, somewhere up in the stands, Allan simply facepalms. "Sometimes.... I whish I didn't regen through booze so damn fast."

Ariel (219) has posed:
The good news is that Ariel's wings have regenerated!

The bad news is that cannon hits her full on the chest.

"KYAH!" The unicorn is hit pretty hard, enough to send her flying and for her chest area to shoulder. She /does/ land in humanoid form though, coughing and clutching her chest before she remembers that she doesn't have to breathe as much as most. So she wheezes in deep, then lets her chest try to heal itself while she figures out what to do. "Ow..."

Oh well, at the moment she can't think of anything so... her Sorcery flares up to boost her strength briefly, and she answers with the unicorn instinct: charging forward and slamming Neal with her head. Her horn isn't that sharp and isn't meant to pierce his armor, but it's still a sudden and hefty impact, if she hits solidly!

Laer (353) has posed:
Laer continues, "And in spite of Ariel's use of the street stuff, Neal is continuing to fight on! Possibly because he's just been struck in a metal plate rather than anything actually sensitive! Still, it gives him a close shot with some sort of laser thing, probably powered by joy. Everyone knows that unicorns are opposed to joy, so it seems quite effective; way to research your opponent's weaknesses, Neal! Still, she's not done yet, plunging headfirst at the armor. You might thing that would risk chipping the horn, but don't worry too much; this is just Ariel's baby horn, and in a few years it will fall out and her permanent one will grow in!"

Allan Bodily (123) has posed:
*CLANG!*

The living legend rocks slightly from the impact, Neal taking a moment to steady himself. "Headbutting? This things several times your size and your charging ahead like it doesn't matter!" The armor leans forward now, one massive fist swinging towards Ariel's side in a brutal hook. "That's the proper spirit! No backing down!"

Ariel (219) has posed:
Neal will feel some kind of impact... but it's mostly hitting the wings, which blunt almost all of it to just send Ariel staggering with a jarring 'thud' toward the ground. "NNGH!" She squeaks, rattling her head with a quick shake. That was probably more instinct than anything else. "I'm a unicorn, that's what we do!"

Most unicorns don't have Magius Wing though. That being the now-reformed paper wings spreading wide behind her... and shapeshifting to strike inward, slicing on either side with much more precision and sharp, cleaving mystical force in a crisscross around the bulk of the armor.

Laer (353) has posed:
Laer: "They've gone hand to hand, but can the size difference be made up for with the power of hate that Ariel commands? You wouldn't think so, but from this commentator's viewpoint she seems to be getting the better of the exchange, her wings seeming to slice into the armor! And Neal seems to be on the ropes now, on the brink of despair! Audience members are openly weeping at the fierce desperate display from that noble man, bullied by the small child!"

Allan Bodily (123) has posed:
There's the distinct sound of metal warping and tearing as the wings carve into it. Neal quickly looking down at the controsl as they beep a series of warnings at him. "YEAAAHAHA! Bringin out the big guns! no more playing around! Let's do this!" Neal raises up both hands and SLAMS thme on the controlls, causing both his shoulder weapons to unload at Ariel, resuting in explosions everywhere as a beam of electricy arcs through the air.

Ariel (219) has posed:
Oh, that had to hurt. Ariel has time to let out a chiming squeak of panic, before she vanishes into the flames of explosions and electricity. She's hurled across the arena, literally on fire, and has to roll over a few times to put it out, landing with a battered and dizzy look. There are cracks all through her chitin in places now, though nothing REALLY serious yet. Just all these rough hits are adding up!

"Um... right..." she mumbles awkwardly. Her horn flares, and SORCERY is afoot! In the form of a brief, gripping hold that may or may not hold Neal still for her next trick.

Her next trick being a leap into the air, then a double-jump angling downward, slamming toward Neal at high speed, horn-first!

Laer (353) has posed:
Laer says, seemingly having forgotten calling lightning unaccompanied by music the purest of evils earlier, "And Neal uses that holiest and brightest of powers, lightning, to land a mighty blow! Powered by the hopes and dreams of the crowd, he seems to be turning the tables now in that fight against the darkness! Or against Ariel trying to stab him once again with her horn, because that's her response; it's getting cloudy, and hard to see, but it seems like she may have been weakened by that last blow!"

Allan Bodily (123) has posed:
Neal bangs on his controls as the Living Legend stops responding for a few moments. "Hey! No dieing on me yet pal!" He glances up jsut in time to see Ariel diving, and quickly ducks down in his seat, only getting his shoulder clipped as the unicorn shoots past. "WOAH!"

Popping back up, Neal Bangs the controsl again as his armor springs back to life. "There we go!" With a laugh, he spins the armor around to face Ariel, one massive arm coming on for a quick swipe at her.

Ariel (219) has posed:
It was a good and solid counterattack! It nearly caught her, too! Because Ariel should have been there... only she wasn't. Instead, the fist sweeps past her and swishes along her tail, grazing one leg in a jarring but ultimately less than lethal clip rather than the bruising impact it should be.

That's because she finally realized she should keep moving! Her wings are beating, giving her lift in a wobbly 'leap' up that also gives her enough height for a counterattack!

Namely, a lashing out of one hoof toward Neal.

Laer (353) has posed:
Laer says, "And, sensing just a bit of weakness, Neal beats his robot into working once more, driving a mighty finishing blow towards her... Oh, OH! Ariel has dodged the blow, recovering with a mighty burst of agility, and there's a counterattack where she's trying to strike directly at his face. Oh, I wonder if he's high enough rank to be fully covered by Confederate dental? For his sake, we'll hope so!"

Allan Bodily (123) has posed:

"MMF!" Neal suddenly flops over backwards, nearly falling out of the Living legend. a large red spot covering his face as blood flows from his broken nose. Is it finally over. "Yeah...hahaha..."

Neal suddenly pulls himself back up into the pilots seat, his grin wider than ever. "Yuu Bwinally gwot a swold hwit on me! Aweswome!" There's a loud *CRACK* as Neal's nose suddenly shifts back into place, There's been some rumors that everyone in the Red Union has regeneration powers to some extent, apparently there's at least a little truth to them.
Once again, Neal hammers at the controls, bringing both his shoulder weapons to bear as he lets out another volely of beam shots and rockets at Ariel. "Keep it up! This fight ain't over yet!"

Ariel (219) has posed:
"Eep! Sorry!" Ariel starts out apologizing... and then the regeneration kicks in, causing her to stare for a moment. Almost too long! "AH! YAAAAAH!"

What follows is a series of explosions and impacts blasting the arena floor to chunks, filling it with smoke and dust! Ariel is ON THE RUN from that, galloping and stumbling wildly! It just feels fitting that someone should start playing this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZnHmskwqCCQ

In the end though, she ends up tumbling end over end, skidding along the stone as she wobbles to her feet, bruised and battered and burned by the numerous impacts that DID land, leaving her way too dazed to follow for a moment. "Uwahhh..."

She's also on fire, but curiously that sputters and dies with a mystical flare of her horn. "Ah... sorry about this, I think I'm at my limit."

It looks like she's still up with plenty of energy though, battered though she may be, so what does she mean?

Oh, the tremendous bolt of lightning that BLASTS from Ariel's hand might be what she was talking about. All that stored energy from the heat that she absorbed has to go SOMEWHERE!

Neal's as good a place as any.

Laer (353) has posed:
Laer will lift a hand up as Ariel starts shooting off excess energy, throwing a shield over herself that should hopefully stand up against any stray energy, at least. She's capable of throwing that over most of the audience, but it would make for a better story if some spectator or other got fried. "Oh, and he's showing real grit and determination, putting his nose to the grindstone and the pedal to the metal! I don't actually know what those mean! Still, it seems like Ariel's beginning to overflow with energy as she bursts into a mild case of on fire, and begins to expel lightning into the arena, but her aim seems just a bit off! Is she planning to engage a self destruct, killing everyone here except me? Don't do it, little unicorn! Don't you see your completely crazy mother, right there?"

Allan Bodily (123) has posed:
"Sorry?!" Neals psychotic grin widesn" It's a fight! Ya don't apologise, YA HIT HARDER!" And The living Legend suddenly JUMPS at Ariel, the lightening shooting past underneat him. As he starts to decend, Neal fires several rockes at Ariel ahead of him, throwing one giant fist out in a mighty punch as he comes crashing back to the ground. "YAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Ariel (219) has posed:
Uh oh. Ariel blinks as Neal is suddenly not there! Oh, it's the same thing she did to him! Which mean's he's... above her. Oh dear. "Uh..."

WHAM!

Cratered now. Ariel is really feeling it, leaking some silvery fluid when the fist rises. "O-ow..." That must have hurt, as she doesn't react for an instant. It's an instant Neal can use to GET OUT OF THE WAY because her reaction is almost automatic.

A crackling, electrified wing LASHES out, the edge sharp but even the mass heavy enough to swat away even the Living Legend if it connects hard enough. Big if.

Laer (353) has posed:
"And they're having a great struggle now, with what looks like another barrage of missles followed by a blast of a fist! It looks like a devistating blow, but it's not enough to get Ariel down, and yet she manages to strike again even as she bleeds what I believe to be liquid evil down onto the battlefield! Can the stadium crew please be ready to mop that up after the fight? Don't let that seep into the water supply! It feels like this is getting to the point where the next person to land a great blow will take the day! Will it be Neal or Ariel?"

Allan Bodily (123) has posed:
Neal glances down at the controls again, as his armor spits out more warnings as it's knocked away from Ariel. The Living Legend isn't looking so hot right now, between the wings and electricty it's pretty banged up and spme parts of it seem to be barely hanging on.

Granted, it tends to look like that on a good day, having apparently been built out of random spare parts, but you get the idea!

Once he's steady again though, Neal dives right back into the freay, bringing arms down at Ariel in an overhead smash!

Ariel (219) has posed:
The Living Legend isn't looking so hot, but neither is Ariel. She's stumbling, leaking fluid, and has several large cracks in her chitin. It's obviously a pain to walk! "R-right, now I just have to... um..."

Where did he go?

Oh there he is SLAMMING HIS FISTS DOWN! Another crater is made, and only Ariel's wings shielding her keep her from crumpling on the spot. Instead the wings crumple and she's slammed into the ground again, dizzy. "Uwah..."

It's kind of an emergency reaction to discharge any remaining excess energy in the form of a small sphere of lightning, blasting upward in a pulse to explode around her.

Allan Bodily (123) has posed:
Neal is blasted away once again as Ariel lets out an explosion. Neal's armor firing off another serious of errors and warnings at him. It's a wonder the thing keeps moving.

Once Neal has things back under some seblenc of control, He just grins at Ariel. ""YEAAAHAHA! Just full fo tricks aren't ya? it's been a great fight, but it's about time we finished this!" and then Slams the contorls with both hands again. sending out antoher barrage of beamspam and rockets towardsh te unicorn.

Amalthea (395) has posed:
Amalthea's beer goes everywhere as she suddenly and violently rises to her feet.
"ARIEL HIT HIM WITH A STEEL CHAIR!!! FINISH IT!"

Ariel (219) has posed:
Another barrage of beamspam! Only... this time Ariel has cleared her head enough to react. When the smoke clears, it's a burnt and hardened 'shell' of paper wings that is revealed. She used that to blunt most of the attack, even if it's pretty toasty in there and probably making it hard for her to focus.

The pages start to flake off that shell of protection a moment later... and then, with a rippling crack, it sheds apart to reveal the tiny unicorn, in her quadruped form, braced and ready. Batted, bleeding, and exhausted... but not done yet.

She doesn't say anything, just LAUNCHES forward in a streak of glittery green, hooves slamming on the broken arena floor as she bursts toward Neal and the Living Legend in one last epic exertion of speed, horn-first.

She's going to use her head.

Allan Bodily (123) has posed:
*CLANG-ERROR! ERROR! ERROR! ERROR! ERrorr errror... er...*

With a might crash, The Living Legend shuts down and topples over, spilling out Neal. who leands sprawled out on his back, looking more than big dazed. "Yeaaahaha... ha... ow..."

Meanwhile, up in the stands. allan lets otu a sigh of Relief. "Thank god he lost. That should clam him down a bit."

Laer (353) has posed:
Laer, finally: "...Oh, no, that's it! The man, the myth, the legend will fall, dooming everyone to be conquered by an army of unicorns! Ariel triumphs in the end, evil defeats good, and Neal is put out to rest in spite of his great effort. We'll see you next round, folks!"

Kirika (481) has posed:
It's not a folding chair, but it's clear Ariel's a formidable force to deal with in the battlefield. Kirika has calmly observed this fight, even at the risk of her hearing sitting next to Amalthea. Wincing mildly at the Captain's outburst, she manages to keep a hold on her food as she devours the last of her ramen, then sets the bowl down.

Ariel throws her strike, and Allan's henchman is taken out of the tournament with one last charge.

Unlike Ariel's mother, Kirika does not clap, nor does she cheer. It is not out of disapproval or rudeness, but mere discipline given her culture.

She does give an approving nod and smile however, and her hands clasp together in a soft clap after a pause. "She did well." The kitsune comments softly.

Amalthea (395) has posed:
Amalthea sits back down only for a few seconds after screaming gibberish about a chair. And then it's like time slows down. The unicorn's eye widens, pupil narrowing to a fine point, a single pin-prick if black amid a sea of blue as she watches. Her expression is very simple.

It begins something like this:

And then in an instant it is this:

Kirika (481) has posed:
And then Kirika shouts in pain, clutching the ears on the right side of her head.

Gasping and twitching, she glances to Amalthea before she excuses herself, gritting her teeth before things get too loud.