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 :'''{{#var:2|Homura Akemi (2)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh, there was a prize.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A greedier person might change their mind on the draw, but considering the wealth acquired by winning the WMAT -once-, there's not much Homura is still wanting when it comes to material goods. Greed isn't much something she feels, except sometimes when she sees guns she really likes and, well.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Look, it's not a problem.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She CAN stop anytime she wants.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Purple flames wash over Homura, along with numbers, gauges and clocks, reverting her outfit back to her black pants and white business shirt. She still looks beaten and bruised, but at least she isn't wearing scorched rags anymore.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"That's why I fight in this also. Lack of experience fighting others fair." For a given definition of fair. "Wouldn't be much experience if it was easy." She finally picks herself up, managing to stand so that she can glance towards Mister Satan-- who is presumably going to brave the open world again, now that things are done exploding.<br> <br>
-:'''{{#var:289|Mister Satan (289)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span> The shield generators whine down together. A blue flicker in a rough dome shape appears throughout the stadium. It flows and flexes like a gauzy curtain caught in the breeze before disappearing from sight. It's beautiful to behold. Almost...peaceful.<br /><br /> HEROIC MUSIC BLASTS OUT OF THE SPEAKERS ALL AT ONCE AS SPOTLIGHTS TURN TOWARD THE SKY! Soisoisoisoisoisoisoi -- the sounds of a helicopter in flight. Rotors churning, a massive chopper comes flying into view from behind the stadium's west end. Multiple cables dangle from beneath its belly. All are wrapped tight around what looks to be an enormous rectangular shape.<br /><br /> "BEHOOOLD!" Mister Satan's voice rumbles up like a volcano spewing out confetti and birthday cake. "THE ULTIMATE IN SECRET PRIZES! THE ULTIMATE SIGN OF RESPECT FOR OUR ULTIMATE CHAMPIONS!" Oh, he's definitely choking up. He can't take the beauty of the moment.<br /><br /> The helicopter comes to a hovering stop above the very middle of the wrecked fighting square. As the arena's music swells to a powerful strain evoking mental images of Hercules saving the day or old episodes of Iron Chef Japan, the helicopter begins to lower, until the great big rectangle it's carrying is about five feet above the ground. Mister Satan continues to narrate even though his fabulous afro is now blowing wildly in the wind: "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you..."<br /><br /> The cables snap. The rectangle drops.<br /><br /> It hits the ground with a BOOM!, leaving a square-ish dent in what's left of the arena's floor.<br /><br /> Cracks shoot up along the rectangle's sides. Fragments begin to pop off, first from the corners, then from the object's flat stony surfaces. Mister Satan is still beaming, though, and still wiping away some tears. Whatever's happening can't be bad, even though the crowd is already holding their collective breath in dismay! Is the prize going to be ruined by rough handling?!<br /><br /> Sorry, but NO! Mister Satan laughs aloud into the microphone as the worried murmurs continue. More and more cracks erupt around the stone block's surface. Splinters widen into cracks -- cracks into big chunks of stone cracking to the arena floor --<br /><br /> All at once, the stone block ruptures into a cloud of dust!!<br /><br /> What's left afterward is...<br /><br /> ...a statue.<br /><br /> Seikou Starks strikes a pose frozen in smooth-finished marble. It's not too over-the-top -- the pose is something she might demonstrate in a normal fight -- but there's a lift to her head and a slight smile that together manage to give the sculpted girl a rather heroic look. Wings and weapons at the ready, the statue seems to cry out: "I am a champion, I am ready to fight!" But, her hand is curiously extended in a rather open and friendly gesture...<br /><br /> <br /><br /> Beside Seikou Starks stands Homura Akemi, looking equally impressive with wings flared and stoic face all proud and barely-smiling. She's carrying a sniper rifle of some sort in one hand (nothing of any official make), leaving her other hand free to accept Seikou's friendly gesture. The girls together represent the WMAT's true purpose and spirit. It's not just about competition; it's about respect for one another, and the honor one can find in martial combat. A truce between champions is the ultimate demonstration of respect between competitors.<br /><br /> Mister Satan points to the statue. The statue's plaque -- already there -- flashes gold in the light reflected by Mister Satan's glittering eyes. He's so proud. "BEHOLD! Our most gracious and humble salute to your excellence as champions! This statue is the very first to stand outside the Hall of Fame, and it's soon to be joined by others! Congratulations on your incredible prize, SEIKOU STARKS, HOMURA AKEMI, OUR CHAMPIONS OF CHAMPIONS!!"<br /><br /> Your prize, revealed.<br /><br /> The helicopter soisois away into the night.<br> <br>
+:'''{{#var:289|Mister Satan (289)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span> The shield generators whine down together. A blue flicker in a rough dome shape appears throughout the stadium. It flows and flexes like a gauzy curtain caught in the breeze before disappearing from sight. It's beautiful to behold. Almost...peaceful.<br /><br /> HEROIC MUSIC BLASTS OUT OF THE SPEAKERS ALL AT ONCE AS SPOTLIGHTS TURN TOWARD THE SKY! Soisoisoisoisoisoisoi -- the sounds of a helicopter in flight. Rotors churning, a massive chopper comes flying into view from behind the stadium's west end. Multiple cables dangle from beneath its belly. All are wrapped tight around what looks to be an enormous rectangular shape.<br /><br /> "BEHOOOLD!" Mister Satan's voice rumbles up like a volcano spewing out confetti and birthday cake. "THE ULTIMATE IN SECRET PRIZES! THE ULTIMATE SIGN OF RESPECT FOR OUR ULTIMATE CHAMPIONS!" Oh, he's definitely choking up. He can't take the beauty of the moment.<br /><br /> The helicopter comes to a hovering stop above the very middle of the wrecked fighting square. As the arena's music swells to a powerful strain evoking mental images of Hercules saving the day or old episodes of Iron Chef Japan, the helicopter begins to lower, until the great big rectangle it's carrying is about five feet above the ground. Mister Satan continues to narrate even though his fabulous afro is now blowing wildly in the wind: "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you..."<br /><br /> The cables snap. The rectangle drops.<br /><br /> It hits the ground with a BOOM!, leaving a square-ish dent in what's left of the arena's floor.<br /><br /> Cracks shoot up along the rectangle's sides. Fragments begin to pop off, first from the corners, then from the object's flat stony surfaces. Mister Satan is still beaming, though, and still wiping away some tears. Whatever's happening can't be bad, even though the crowd is already holding their collective breath in dismay! Is the prize going to be ruined by rough handling?!<br /><br /> Sorry, but NO! Mister Satan laughs aloud into the microphone as the worried murmurs continue. More and more cracks erupt around the stone block's surface. Splinters widen into cracks -- cracks into big chunks of stone cracking to the arena floor --<br /><br /> All at once, the stone block ruptures into a cloud of dust!!<br /><br /> What's left afterward is...<br /><br /> ...a statue.<br /><br /> Seikou Starks strikes a pose frozen in smooth-finished marble. It's not too over-the-top -- the pose is something she might demonstrate in a normal fight -- but there's a lift to her head and a slight smile that together manage to give the sculpted girl a rather heroic look. Wings and weapons at the ready, the statue seems to cry out: "I am a champion, I am ready to fight!" But, her hand is curiously extended in a rather open and friendly gesture...<br /><br /> Beside Seikou Starks stands Homura Akemi, looking equally impressive with wings flared and stoic face all proud and barely-smiling. She's carrying a sniper rifle of some sort in one hand (nothing of any official make), leaving her other hand free to accept Seikou's friendly gesture. The girls together represent the WMAT's true purpose and spirit. It's not just about competition; it's about respect for one another, and the honor one can find in martial combat. A truce between champions is the ultimate demonstration of respect between competitors.<br /><br /> Mister Satan points to the statue. The statue's plaque -- already there -- flashes gold in the light reflected by Mister Satan's glittering eyes. He's so proud. "BEHOLD! Our most gracious and humble salute to your excellence as champions! This statue is the very first to stand outside the Hall of Fame, and it's soon to be joined by others! Congratulations on your incredible prize, SEIKOU STARKS, HOMURA AKEMI, OUR CHAMPIONS OF CHAMPIONS!!"<br /><br /> Your prize, revealed.<br /><br /> The helicopter soisois away into the night.<br> <br>
 :'''{{#var:177|Material-S (177)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A prize? Seikou tilts her head, showing some curiosity and revealing she, too, didn't realize it was going to be there. She glances at Homura, shrugs wearily, and moves over to a place where she can see the-<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Statue.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Well. If Seikou blushed more easily, she'd do so now. Instead she stares for a long moment, and forces herself to give a polite bow to Mister Satan. "Thank you, very much, for the incredible gift." It really is kind of nice, just... wow, way to spring it on her.<br> <br>

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 :'''{{#var:2|Homura Akemi (2)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That's right, all those small bullets are still around. The ones she didn't take to the chin or face, anyway. From what limited experience and hearsay she has, Mid-Childan mages are experts of bullet storms, and any that linger between attacks can be reused later. As Material-S flicks her hand to produce wind and command some of her bullets to attack again, Homura frowns.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lowering her bow in her right hand, her left forearm glows a bright purple, forming a sort of round buckler out of the magic. She seeks over behind it, raising it, and it momentarily grows larger to shield her. The wind blast smashes into it, along with frontal fire bullets!<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The shield cracks, barely holding, but a few impacts from the rear break the Puella Magi's stance as fire once again scorches her outfit, namely behind a knee; before she can fall forward, she disappears completely.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;What people don't see is the B bracket champion hidding the stadium floor, taking a few seconds to get back up, dust herself, and then try to pretend nothing happened.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;What they do see is Homura reappearing to Seikou's far left, crouched atop a gatling gun turret glowing an idle purple. It's a bit smaller than the sort you'd straight up sit inside of, but it's loosely automated, firing an unending stream of rubber pellets towards Seikou. At the speed and quantity they're being fired, they might as well be able to kill a man, but Seikou can take it, she's sure.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;No, you can't ask where she got that.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Yes, Mister Satan, this is proof Cell rigged the arena that one time.<br> <br>
-:'''{{#var:289|Mister Satan (289)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span> "To answer your question, Ziggy...the advertisements are no exaggeration. These two girls wield destructive powers that only true champions could hope to match! Look! Do you see those machines around the base of the stands? Shield generators! We've reinforced protections around the stadium to keep our audience safe!"<br /><br /> Cue the camera pan around the audience. It goes picture-in-picture on the big screens, showcasing both the ongoing fight, and the crowd reactions! From Mamimi to Sarah Parsle to Testarossa Fate to other famous faces in attendance -- to all the nameless fans cheering their faces off -- everyone gets a chance to be seen.<br /><br /> The camera spends a long time zoomed in on one dad-looking fellow seated in the front row. His support for Homura is obvious, from his Homura-decorated attire, to his fist-pumping cheers! The screen caption reads: <span style="color:yellow">MISTER AKEMI,FATHER OF CHAMPIONS!</span><br /><br /> Maybe Psyber went a little too incognito...<br /><br /> As for Mister Satan -- he yelps as another feint aims right for Homura! "Look at Seikou's tactics! She's using her cleverness as much as her power! That's what makes her so dangerous in the ring!"<br> <br>
+:'''{{#var:289|Mister Satan (289)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span> "To answer your question, Ziggy...the advertisements are no exaggeration. These two girls wield destructive powers that only true champions could hope to match! Look! Do you see those machines around the base of the stands? Shield generators! We've reinforced protections around the stadium to keep our audience safe!"<br /><br /> Cue the camera pan around the audience. It goes picture-in-picture on the big screens, showcasing both the ongoing fight, and the crowd reactions! From Mamimi to Sarah Parsle to Testarossa Fate to other famous faces in attendance -- to all the nameless fans cheering their faces off -- everyone gets a chance to be seen.<br /><br /> The camera spends a long time zoomed in on one dad-looking fellow seated in the front row. His support for Homura is obvious, from his Homura-decorated attire, to his fist-pumping cheers! The screen caption reads: <span style="color:yellow">MISTER AKEMI, FATHER OF CHAMPIONS!</span><br /><br /> Maybe Psyber went a little too incognito...<br /><br /> As for Mister Satan -- he yelps as another feint aims right for Homura! "Look at Seikou's tactics! She's using her cleverness as much as her power! That's what makes her so dangerous in the ring!"<br> <br>
 :'''{{#var:535|Ziggy Grover (535)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>At Mr. Satan's explanation, Ziggy whistles. "Oh... well, if something happens, I guess we -could- teleport out..." <br /><br />He does a double-take. "Wait, I'd have to suit on first." <br /><br />Bringing his wrist up to tap his morpher and slide the lever in place, Ziggy exclaims, "RPM, GET IN GEAR!" <br /><br />A second later, and a transformation sequence, complete with accompanying explosion later, Ranger Green settles in place. "There." Pause. "... oops, did anyone get caught in the backlash?" <br /><br />Ahem. "The crowd's going wild...! Homura's popped out of nowhere with a hail of bullets!"<br> <br>