Arrival

OOC: So, this is a simple activity check. Post to this thread, with your characters arrival, within forty-eight hours, or you will be removed from the arc.

"Hmm. Now what's this" Thought Negative as he sat in his parents abandoned mansion. Looking at the text message sent to him about a tournament, he felt a surge of joy rise in his cold heart. "The chance to prove myself has finally come ". 4 hours later Negative was suited up at the airport in Chicago. He spotted a private jet about ready for takeoff and snuck aboard. Within a matter of seconds he had disabled the passenger and appeared in the co pilots seat to the shock of the pilot. "take me here and you won't die" said Negative as he showed him the coordinated contained within the text. "Now...where can a guy get a drink around here? I'm thirsty"

A battle tournament of metahumans would not be complete without a well paying clientele, and the guests begin to arrive on their own private yachts or on a luxury liner owned by the gracious host. A great number of well dressed figures from around the globe had come to witness a spectacle of combat, ranging from politicians to celebrities to crime bosses, all in on the special event. The docks facility was spacious and had a very upper class atmosphere, with a quite a few lovely usherettes to welcome spectators and process their tickets.

The docks gave way to a grand promenade where most of the guests would slowly make their way to the main compound, Whether on foot or in waiting limousines. The Island's chic hotel accommodations and fantastic ocean and forest vistas were well complemented by the setting sun, bathing everything in a golden tinge, as the guests slowly made their way to the fortress hotel. All kinds of people and chatter filled up the promenade, thrilled and excited to bear witness to metahumans slugging it out with each other.

Security was also quite visible and plentiful, with a number of well dressed and armed henchmen scattered about, mostly to keep things quiet and to politely inform guests that taking photos was discouraged except in specific places. The guests too, brought their own muscle, large and intimidating to keep trouble makers away from their employers. As always with such social events, there was an abundance of very finely dressed women, both of the refined and not-so-refined variety, all stunning, graceful and eye catching in their own right, despite some being nothing more than ornamentation for the men who paid for them to be here.

One guest waiting at the limo service though, stuck out like a sore thumb for how casually dressed she was. Her boots, jeans, jacket and backpack giving her a very backpacking, traveler look, the scarf and headphones  making her out like some teenaged budget tourist on holiday. People all around gave her amused looks and laughs, to which she responded with sheer indifference. One European matron who had the gall to make a snide remark was met with a sinister glare.

"Dear, I think you're quite lost. This isn't Disney World... Or maybe someone paid for your ticket? My, they do get younger every year." She said with a most snobbish and mocking tone, insinuating Diana was one of them. Those kinds of women.

Bereft of her armaments until she would actually fight, Diana decided to retaliate with her sharp tongue "...Takes one to know one, huh lady?" She looked at her for a quick jab. She was clinging very lovingly to her much younger partner, a young latino looking man with a clean shaven face and head. "...What's the matter, silicone giving you back problems?"

The gathered crowd looked and laughed, some at Diana, some with her. "Not bad, but you need more practice little girl. Real men prefer experience after all." She said, deciding to leave rather than lose face.

Island crew eventually approached Diana, thinking she was a bit out of place. "Excuse me, but are you lost miss? Who did you come to the Island with?"

"I came her alone, meat-head. As a participant." She said, pulling down her scarf and showing them a printed invitation. The Guards pull out their devices to validate the scan bar, and mutter amongst themselves for a minute before speaking up again.

"Right this way... Blood Sword." The guests all around gave Diana her space, realizing that the urban legend of a teenage, Katana-wielding assassin was very, very real. The guards reluctantly accompany her to a limousine marked especially for Participants. She gets in and smiles, the limo generously decked out. She helps herself to some tea and crumpets inside the limo, while she plugs in her playlist to the Limo's sound system.

(Other participants are welcome to join Diana for a limo ride and afternoon tea.)

Lucius was sitting over his work once again when Hector received a text of all things, who sends a text to an AI? He looked it over and it seemed to be some kind of meta human tournament invite. Normally Lucius wouldn't think such things were right, throwing meta humans in a cage to fight each other like dogs. But it could be used as an opportunity, given that meta humans would indeed be there he could try to get a few under his payroll. Not to mention the prize that was mentioned, whatever it was it was just a bonus. There was too much to gain to sit it out, so he decided to join this little cage match. He suited up in his full gear and used the Societies helicopter to travel to this island.

When he arrived he noticed a lot of security, for a moment he thought it was some kind if ambush there were so many. But then realized they were just checking bags and doing normal guard stuff. He landed the chopper and hoped out "Guest or participant?" One of the guards asked as he walked out of ear shot of the still spinning chopper blade. "Yeah, im a guest wearing hi tech combat gear. Of course I'm a participant you twit." He said to him sarcastically, the guard began showing him to a limo not too far away that was marked for contestants only. "This limo will take you to where you need to go" the same guard said to Lucius "Duh" Lucius said in response as he opened the door and took a seat inside. He liked toying with the idiot muscle, even more so because they were humans.


He looked around the vehicle and  saw a causally dressed women sitting on the opposite side of the round seating area. She was rather out of place, not wearing any combat gear, nor was she wearing guest attire. She seemed like a normal person in a very abnormal situation. "So, your a participant too? Seems likely since your in this limo, why do you seem so casual? your literary on your way to a superhuman death match"

Joshua had been watching a drug deal go down when he got the video. His gloved hands reached for his tonfa as the video played. The men looked up to the masked vigilante above them. In one quick motion the Red Raccoon equipped blades onto The short end of his tonfa ripping into the men as they fired shots at him. When he was finished he took a couple grand from their wallets to pay his way to the island. Hopefully they wouldn't have to many meta humans for him to face.

Once ge got on the island the guests stared at him. He didnt have a paper invitation so he had to wait with them for the time being despite being decked out in gear. "Is my fly down or something?" He asked a woman staring at him. She fainted for some reason. A couple of gaurds showed up a little later to show him to a limo with tea and some chick in it. Apperently they weren't really needing invitations from costumed heroes. "What's up?" he asked the asian in front of him.

What are you reading? Dark asked as his vision had been temporary blocked by Marcus so he could read the letter himself. Marcus on the other hand was sitting on a giant meta's Back from only a few moments ago. "It's an invite to a hunger games." Marcus said sarcastically to his friend. Hunger games? Dark didn't know what it was but knew it was just for Marcus's sake. "It's where they send a bunch of people to kill each other basically." Marcus said as he got up and walked over the meta's head, hearing a slight groan from the massive fellow as he walked down the road to the docks.

Marcus had just allowed himself on board a rather large boat to get to his destination and apon arrival he allowed his mask to appear over his face and walked towards the security. "Guest or participant" was all the man said to Marcus so he just said a few words. "Do I look like someone eho's going to sit back and watch the deaths of people he could be causing." Marcus said back to him in his demonic tone. This led the guard to show him a limo. Marcus wasn't fond of limos but decided to walk to it anyway only opening the door made his day great and bad. "Cult Guy! it's been awhile. I think the last time we met was in that prison." he said in a cheerful tone that wasn't right for his demonic one.

What reason could an Omnidimensonal being such as "The Existential" have for entering a tournament? Was it to prove himself? No, he owed no man an explanation, he owed no man a display of his power. He did not need to prove himself, mostly because there was nothing that could command it of him, or require him to do so. Was it, perhaps, to find a decent challenge? No, if he wanted a challenge he'd have gone and found that kid who kicked Ouroboros' ass, or he'd go after the woman with the exploding mammaries. Though he'd visit the latter more for comedy than anything. Because exploding boobs, that's why.

"This is dumb. You're dumb." Sadrith said to Zell, who just smirked and shook his head. The corporeal holographic AI groaned as he plopped down on the jet's leather chair and sighed. Sadrith was never one for Zell's mysterious antics, especially when it involved entering a tournament that he didn't even intend on trying his hardest in.

"I'm gonna get this party started right." Zell said plainly before fixing his bow-tie. He let out a sigh and emerged from the privatized jet. Silus was in his older form, about fifteen and not in his glasses. He came to watch, a speculator and a recorder of information. It was through Silus he would acquire the information he desired, the whole reason for entering this contest to begin with. Well...perhaps not the WHOLE reason.

"So the Archon. The Existential is wasting his time on something like gathering information on lower level meta's. The fact that you've already planned what round you're going to allow yourself to be beat in is just...pathetic. You're not even in it to win it." Sadrith's nagging was becoming rather annoying, and now surrounded by people he had no other choice.

"Sadrith. Shut up." In that instant, the AI fell silent a look of irritation on his face.

"T-the Blood Sword?" Silus said as he looked over a roster of congregated metahumans. Silus looked up to Zell with slightly glowing indigo eyes that were just bugging out with a pleading look.

"Oh calm down. I doubt these fights are to the death." Zell tried to reassure him. Though when it came to the health and well-being of his friends he had no problems even glaring at even Zell. "Besides Silus... you know why I'm really here. I promise you Cheo-whatever her name is will be fine." Silus just sighed as he looked back to the roster and nodded with a lump in his throat.

"Excuse me sir, I'm afraid this beach is private property of-" But before the man could finish his sentence Zell just smiled and calmly interrupted him.

"I'm a participant. You won't have a picture of me though. My name would be under "Dragon Knight". I'm a human that is using an exosuit. It's currently being run through customs now." He said. The man seemed to pause before looking at the tablet. Of course Zell wasn't meant to be here. He wasn't a metahuman as far as anyone knew. But a little "precautionary" hacking kept his plan on schedual, and the man obviously recognized the picture of the exosuit and his totally not fake registration information.

"Right...hm. Anyway, if you'd please step this way Mr.Atter-ee-us?" The man began fumbling at the unusual surname. Zell simply brushed it off and stepped forward, heading back to a participants section while Silus remained and watched over the roster.

"What did I get myself into?"

Jeisen muttered softly to himself as he wrapped his cloak around his body tighter. Not that it was doing much good. Too many cameras, too many eyes following him. Nolan beeped softly in his helm as they both tried to avoid drawing attention. He didn't even know why Nolan had signed him up for this bloody thing nor why He even bothered to show up. He wasn't for just fighting. This was pointless.... Still a large gathering of metahumans?

He was far to supicious in his nature to trust this place. This wasn't going to end good. He knew it

Jason was sitting on a empty set in a plane heading to a unknown island. He got a text from a unknown sender not to long ago when he was in the society base. Taking the rise, he got on a plane heading towards the island ignoring anyone else on the plane.
After getting off the plane he found himself with other metas on the island.

After a long night patrol in Brooklyn, QuickKid got a text message inviting him to a island in the middle of the sea for a fighting tournament. He was unsure of it at first, but he decided to take the risk and go there. He would have ran there himself, but he wasn't fat enough so he took a boat instead. Making it to the island, he saw a large number of meta humans and got a uneasy feeling.