forum A Sort-of Lion, A few Witches, A Not-Quite Closet(malfunction). Stalkers wanted.

Started April 04, 2018 by @Ca1iCa1--Is--Tired

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Argo and Cas shrugged, both looking vaguely sheepish now. The announcer began talking again. "Now, for a very special combatant. She's been on Molhaven's most wanted list for nearly 200 years, and the only archangel left in existence. I give you the angel of Rome herself, Pluto!" Zashi yelled. Large shadows fell over the coliseum in the shape of wings, and a figure descended from the oncoming dark. Classic rock had begun playing, and the crowd erupted in mixed reactions. Half the coliseum seemed to be cheering and shouting, but the other half were booing and even throwing things at the newcomer. She sailed from the sky on large black and gold wings, landing in the arena opposite Kaz. She looked mean too, between her black and gold eyes and her leather jacket. She flapped her wings once on the ground, the feathers turning to blades as she glared at the coliseum around her. Argo and Cas seemed to break at the sight of her, a small "Why in the hell," coming from Argo as he buried his face in his hands

(Ahh, gotta go to archery, Oof)

“This is a disaster,” Vaughn groaned, sinking into a seat. Kaz was so going to get it when he got home.

(wow that sounds cool
GL and have fun)

"Ya think?" Lata muttered under her breath over hearing Vaughn.

Orion is mildly happy. Gay people tend to be the nicest people, and there are a lot of gay people here. Kaz he didn't recognize, but Pluto… Orion isn't about to let Pluto be slaughtered. Not after she had helped him escape. Blue eyes darkening in his anger, Orion stands taller. Knowing that Pluto won't recognize him but hoping all the same.

Orion is mildly happy. Gay people tend to be the nicest people, and there are a lot of gay people here. Kaz he didn't recognize, but Pluto… Orion isn't about to let Pluto be slaughtered. Not after she had helped him escape. Blue eyes darkening in his anger, Orion stands taller. Knowing that Pluto won't recognize him but hoping all the same.

Lata watches as Orion's aura seemed to change, It was honestly very intimidating. She would have tried to comfort him, but that had accidentally gone south before. She bit her lip hard to distract herself from the memory. Orion had gone through a lot more than she could comprehend. She walked over and took one of his hands, giving it a small squeeze. She only hoped Sam's plan would actually work.

Orion had relaxed when Lata squeezed his hand, "Thank you. Sometimes I lose myself to memories."

Lata gave a small smile. His aura was back to normal it seemed. Well as normal as it was going to get.

(Time to spend fucking forever typing the last of this shit bc I’m on a phone)
The announcer began talking again, and the music changed from classic rock to upbeat, mystical stringer instruments. “And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for! He’s been missing for almost three pulses, thought to have all but gone extinct. But now, after years of waiting, I give you…Balthazar, scourge of the first seas, the guardian of Blackwash!” Zashi shouted. There was a loud rumbling noise, and the ground in one end of the coliseum began to crumble into a wide expanse of coral that began to grow in jagged forms upwards. Water began to well up from beneath the coral, and eventually the pink and yellow spires parted to reveal a very pissed-looking kid in white robes. He looked similar to Kaz, and Argo and Cas exchanges looks before beginning to laugh.

“Goddamn, never thought I’d see Michael in decent clothes,” Cas snickered as Argo nodded.

“I just can’t believe they mistook him of all people for a guardian,” the demon laughed

Lata felt very confused. "Balthazar" looked to be quite young for a long lost guardian. Were all three of the fighters just some overpowered teens or something? Lata crossed her arms, setting them on the railing in front of her.

Orion looks at them somberly. "That does mean that Balthi is still missing." With a long suffering sigh, Orion begins making his way down the stairs, posture changing until he looked little more than a beggar.

The violins began to change to loud drums, horns beginning to blare as the arena lit up with spotlights. Zashi, now hovering off to the side, began talking again. "And now, the moment you've all been waiting for! Give it up for the very god who brought you this fight, Fierte!" he called out, gesturing wildly as the spotlights traveled up to a large balcony on the other side of the stadium. A woman walked out onto it, and she gave off an air of burning authority. She had dark skin and rust-colored eyes, her long black hair done intricately. She was heavily armored, especially on her arms, and she walked out before sitting down in a large gold and rust colored throne. Guards on either side of her moved into formation along the balcony, half-rotted skeletons covered in armor at intervals along its length. The crowd grew silent in anticipation, and Fierte raised a clawed metal hand before the gauntlet of her armor exploded into sparking crimson flames.

"Let the games begin!" she called out, her solemn expression turning to a faint smile as the crowd roared

Orion rolls his eyes at the theatrics, and finally makes his way to the edge of the railing. It wasn't all that uncommon for spectators to be accidently pushed into the ring. He waits for the fight to get going.