DeathMatch: Tournament of Blood

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Chrono had gone almost everywhere except for the area just left of his room in his search, steadily becoming more and more depressed. Was I too late... did they already find her? and other such thoughts ran through his head as he continued to search Deathmatch for her.

[Shenzii]

Blaire shut her mind off; completely detached. The blood ran to her cheeks and she looked at Y. She knew she wasn't allowed but couldn't help it.

[Entaru]

Y wished with all of his might that he could say something to comfort her, but with two contestants so close (one of which was part of the Imperium) and Chrono's room being so near, it was reckless to say anything nice at all.  He had already risked too much just by not yelling at her to begin with.

Getting, reluctantly, back into character he huffed and stood up.  "Perhaps you should stay down there.  It is very befitting for organics like yourself to crawl around.  So very much like the insects you are."  Y stormed away, his 'heart' aching.

[Shenzii]

Blaire got up and growled. "You worthless hunk of metal. Go back to the Junk yard where you belong! You're not fit for our world!!" She stormed off. Her head and heart throbbing.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Chrono didn't even notice Y as he ran down the hall, but he definatly noticed Blaire. "You're alive!!" he yelled as he not only tackled her, but couldn't stop laughing as he hugged her, his fears caving in. He slowly calmed down, and saw her under stress. "Oh... sorry... I'll.... leave if you want" he said as he reluctantly let go and started to shuffle back to his room.

[Gabag]

Arrant slid his backpack off his back, pulling out his guns and sliding an AP clip in each, holstering them and making sure his spare ammo was filled before pulling his rifle out again and slinging it on his shoulder. "Okay okay, where do I have to go?"

"We're going down" Boron said as the floor panel descended down as an elevator.

"Oddly convenient" he thought.

"Ladies and Gents... We have a very special surprise for you after that... accident happened. Anyways welcome to our first Re-opening match!" The announcer yelled to the applause of the people

"Today's match has some relative newcomers, Boron from the Kerensky's Fifth Regiment, and Arrant, the vagabond! Gentlemen, please enter the arena"

[Shenzii]

Blaire frowned. "Don't leave, I need you..." She whimpered.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

A soft smile, hidden by his helmet, grew on Chrono's face as he picked up Blaire and held her just two inches off the ground. "Sorry for my tone earlier... I'll explain why I wanted your armor... but not with prying eyes and ears around us."

[Shenzii]

Blaire relaxed into his embrace and smiled.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Chrono whispered into her ear. "So, shall I dance our way there, or are you fine with my carrying you there?" he said as his breath kept moving her hair out of place.

[Shenzii]

Blaire smiled. "carrying is fine"

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Chrono lifted her and hung her over his right shoulder. He snickered while carrying her to the room, imagining the look on her face of being carried in such a demeaning way.

[Shenzii]

Blaire rested her chin on her hand and sighed. "Of course..." She hit him in the face with her tail and let out a snicker.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

When he got to his room, he laid Blaire down upon the cot and kneeled before her, taking his armor and leaving on only a pair of baggy black-red cargo pants. "So...need me to get something more fitting for you to sleep on, or do you wish for me to join you?" he said, trying to not sound like a jerk like he did before she left his room earlier.

[Entaru]

Y felt as if something snapped in his 'chest' as Blaire and Chrono walked by.  He knew that she had to act as if nothing had happened between them, but it didn't make it hurt any less as he heard them laughing. 

He sped up his pace as he walked down the hall.  His fingers elongated into massive razor sharp claws as his eyes glowed red in rage.  He slid his claws against the concrete walls on either side of him, sending sparks flying as the wall screamed in protest.  He slowly began to pick up speed, increasing the screech's octave as he accelerated.  With every step his eyes glowed more and more intensely until the light from his eyes overpowered the lights in the hall...which wasn't very long as the agitated nanites began to arc electricity into the lights and every metal object that he came across.    Lights and security cameras burst as the electricty overcharged them.

Now in a full sprint, he ran into his room and sealed the door behind him.  He knew that he was too dangerous for anyone to be around at the moment.    His room had become a death zone.  Electricity slammed into the walls of his room with animal-like ferocity.  Millions of razor sharp blades tore into the walls and furniture.  He didn't want anyone to see him like this.