[O] Arriving at Sanguine Castle

[Burter]

The Outcasts have been teleported to their castle for preparation. They may not leave the castle until the game begins at midnight tommorrow (about 22 hours away).

Everyone will arrive at their rooms/barracks. Soldiers share barracks with other soldiers. Lieutenants, Generals and Commanders have their own rooms.

The castle is surrounded by a large wall on all sides, with a front gate being the primary entrance/exit, and a small back entrance which is only used with permission.

Inside the walls is the courtyard, leading inside, and the castle yard. You can spar, train, practice moves, or just relax. It has gardens, pools, walkways, etc etc.

The castle itself has four floors and a cellar. There is an elevator, but it's only good with a keycard given by the commander to generals and lieutenants.

-The cellar has some storage supplies and a jail with eight cells that can hold five people each
-The first floor is the dining rooms and other eating areas, kitchen areas, offices and a meeting hall for announcements
-The second floor has the soldier barracks and a DA library with rules, regulations and info. Also has more offices and a Lounge area for relaxing. Info can be posted here on the wall
-The third floor has the General and Lieutenants room. It also has the War Room where all the strategy is discussed between the higher-ups in the army.
-The fourth floor has the Commander room(s), an office (or two, in Dante's case) for the Commanders, and a throne room. The throne room has a balcony, for the commander to step forward and look at the land in front of him/her.

There are 200 guards here, who double as butlers, maids, chefs and other staff. Feel free to interact with them as much as you want. They will stay at the castle for the entire duration of the game, unless they are killed. They were hired simply to do this job, and not fight in the army: just look after the castle.

You may not leave until the game officially begins in 24 hours. At which time, you may begin sending out units onto the battlefield. A thread will be made for each group that has a PC in it.

Remember to assign soldier types, as well as soldiers, to the units.

[Amadeus]

The dark sky. The shinning moon. The silver walls. And the immense quiet. Such a scene would have seemed perfect for a romantic event or any other happening which fills a person with light and hope. But on this specific space body, it symbolised nothing more but a lull....a lull before the storm.

Jackie sat quietly on a short, light-wooded bench by himself. He wasn`t training, he wasn`t interacting. He wasn`t even meditating which was his usual practice when he had time for himself. No, he was just....thinking.

The mysterious universe known as the mind wrapped around the tournament which was about to unfold. Thousands upon thousands of fighters have gathered for this event. Some were in it for the challenge, some were in it for the glory...but most importantly, all had a good reason to join in the imaginary but realistic struggle.

But their motives had little bearing on the greater view of things. It was ironic how the game makers tried to potray it as some kind of a sport...a fair competition beetween several opponents. The truth was of a much darker nature.

The truth was that the whole point of this enormous fight was to project gore and violence to the people watching. Like the Roman masses of the old, they hungrily seaked for games...and not just any games. Cruel and bloody games.
So overall, the entire reason for the existance of the tournament was to give the viewers what they wanted...and make a profit out of it.

Seeing these thoughts, one would think Chun was a hypocrite for joining. However, there was also a bright side to such events...and that was that the best of the best assembled there. And what was better for and old and experienced martial artist? Afterall, honor can be found even in darkest of places...

With this unusual conflict of ideals within him, the Turtle Hermit sighingly got onto his feet. The hour of challenge would soon come and his orders were due to arrive soon.

[Android 17]

OOC: As a heads up, the last few paragraphs of this roleplay are a speech. The creation of new paragraphs is meant to reduce girth and add fluidity.

It had taken a while to devise, but the onyx-haired man was completed with a greater portion of the planning work for the contest. Using the initial warriors he had received into his bunker, Seventeen had designed what he considered to be a suitable hierarchy and division of soldiers. Just when the android was almost relaxed, the producers of the show decided they were going to teleport him to a new location.

The brevity of the teleportation process terminated with Seventeen standing in the courtyard of a mighty castle. From his ground-based vantage point, the cyborg could depict four stories to the massive structure, but what caught his attention the most was the balcony on the top level.

Peeking over the sea of people that had accompanied him to the castle, it took the machine-hybrid all of five seconds to realize that he was looking at his entire army. It was starting for the android to see his ranks go from a little south of ten to two thousand in the blink of an eye. Then again, by this point in his life, Seventeen understood that he needed to be less surprised at the insane happenstances that transpired on a daily basis.

?Everyone!? Seventeen shouted, cupping his hands around the sides of his mouth to simulate a megaphone. The cybernetic warrior scowled when he realized that all the noise and idle banter in the contained area was making it difficult for him to garner the attention of all the soldiers.

?Shut the hell up!? The ungodly scream was enough to partially deafen Seventeen, who was standing only a handful of feet away from Super Buu. The bubblegum-colored monstrosity smiled when the entire group of warriors fell silent following his sonic boom of a shout. Flashing a warm smile to his ally, the machine-hybrid jumped off the ground and proceeded to do nothing but prove that he has a pretty decent vertical jump.

?Damn it,? the android muttered. After a moment of hasty contemplation, Seventeen dashed over to Super Buu, with a plan clearly on mind. ?Throw me toward that balcony,? the cybernetic warrior requested. ?I forgot these damn collars inhibit flying, so I need to get to a higher location some other way. Even if you suck at throwing, I should be able to orb the remainder of the distance,? arching his brow in confusion, Super Buu elicited a laugh.

?If you say so,? he said, putting one hand on the collar of his leader's coat and another on the android's belt. ?Seventeen a go-go!? Buu bellowed, spinning around once before launching his cybernetic leader toward the balcony on the fourth level of the castle. A chorus of bewildered gasps filled the courtyard, and the soldiers were further amazed when the man soaring through the air exploded into a brilliant array of blue and white light particles.

A split-second later, Seventeen materialized on the stone terrace with the same amount of flair. From the balcony, the cyborg could easy address the multitude of men, woman, and things that had been drafted into his army. Despite being four stories up, the android was still able to pick out the individuals within his forces. He could spot a few of the warriors he had met in the bunker milling around in the masses, and a bunch of new faces that he could not wait to get to know.

?Can everyone hear and see me, or do I need to get my puttalin megaphone up here as well?? Seventeen asked, talking as loud as he could without sounding like he was screaming incessantly. The resounding ?no? that followed left the android to wonder if they could actually hear him, or whether or not they were just intimidated by the loudmouthed Super Buu.

Either way, the machine-hybrid felt a new breed of confidence welling up within him as he stared down at his forces. Motioning down to the courtyard that he needed a moment or two, Seventeen pulled a folder out of his trench coat and rifled through it until he located a piece of paper covered in barely coherent scribbles. The paper was the fruit of the android?s contemplations and scheming.

?First and foremost,? Seventeen began, pausing a moment to clear his throat before continuing. ?My name is Seventeen, and I would like to welcome you all to the Outcasts. I want you to take a moment to look around at the beings that surround you, because they are from this point forth your brothers-in-arms. We have been assembled here because we are different in some way, whether it is mentally, physically, or otherwise. For instance, I?m an amnesiac who?s partially inorganic, and I have friends here who are giant, bubblegum-colored monsters that turn things into candy.

?Nevertheless, I look to all of you as the cr?me de la cr?me. Those other armies out there may shun you all for being different, but I embrace the insanities, inanities, and uniqueness that I know each and every one of you brings to this table. I don?t judge, because I know I?ve done some terrible things in my life, fought with mental disorder, mutilation, and suicide. It would be hypocritical for me to look down upon any of you, so I hope you hope you won?t look down on me.

?I?m going to recess soon, but I?d like the following people to know I will be talking to them at some point in the coming hours: Super Buu, Mr. Cell Junior, Koola, and Kakarot. With that point aside, I wish you all the best of luck and am going to retire to my chambers for an hour or so. Just remember, death to the enemies that would dare attempt to judge any of us,? after pausing for a moment to smile, the android ended his speech with one final line. ?Long live individuality! Long live the Outcasts!?

The comment elicited a large applause from the audience, which filled the cyborg will a feeling of glee. Although he was unable to tell what percentage was applauding and hollering praise, Seventeen nevertheless figured that he would be able to reach out to the rest of his soldiers in the coming days. As the applause died down and his army began to file into the castle, the android turned around and entered his throne room.

[Android 17]

A few hours had passed since the Outcasts had been teleported to Sanguine Castle, and now Seventeen stood in front of a long table on the third floor of the illustrious structure. Before him, the android had gathered up all the persons he sought to initially fulfill some type of leadership position within the ranks of his army. In clockwise order from the machine-hybrid?s position at the helm of the table were Super Buu, Kakarot, Koola, Mr. Cell Junior, Corey, Egg, Wart, Gargantum, and Jezebel.

?I know I spoke to a great deal of you before I gathered you all into this room, so the purpose of this meeting was to merely give you all final orders and so forth,? Seventeen paused to fix his ruffled trench coat before continuing with the last minute debriefing. ?Just bear in mind that while this may be a game, I know that none of you honestly want to lose. I share the same mindset and will do everything in my power to lead us to victory; however, I need you to all to bear in mind that I will require your utmost cooperation if we intend to defeat the opposing armies.?

?Any idea when the game will start?? Corey inquired. The android turned his head and smiled at the man and cleared his throat before supplying him with an answer.

?A couple of hours from now,? Seventeen replied, glancing over his shoulder and out of the nearby window. ?At that time, all of you will be dismissed from this structure and sent out to complete your orders. Upon completion of your tasks, all of you are to report to me in some regard and await further instructions. Are there any more questions?? Turning his head back around to face the seated leaders, Seventeen arched his brow and allowed for a few moments of silence to pass before continuing. ?Dismissed.?

As the soldiers filed out of the War Room, the cyborg turned around and began to make his way down the stairs. After all, he figured it?d be less flooded since the entirety of his cabinet would probably be cramming onto the elevator. Descending the stairs, Seventeen checked to ensure that he had brought all of his effects with him.

Upon verification that he had not failed to outfit himself properly, the android pushed open the door to the ground level and stepped out into the courtyard. From his location, the cybernetic warrior could spot the sun peaking up over the horizon. It was nearly dawn, and in a matter of hours, the festivities were going to begin. Frankly, the android was enthused that the time for action was nearly upon him.

Because as much as Seventeen enjoyed getting to know people and holding meetings and debriefings, he was man of action. The cyborg had a slight craving to test the limitations of Metal Binding on the enemies. After all, it would be better to try the technique in a real scenario, instead of sitting in a chair and shifting around the molecules in a spoon.

Nevertheless, the onyx-haired warrior was going to need to do something to pass the time, or he was going to grow insane before the competition even had a chance to begin. Walking over to a series of targets erected for the sake of testing how apt a soldier was with a firearm, Seventeen raised his hand and focused his mind on the metallic stand that held the paper and hay target in place.

The bulky target fell away as the stand it was held up with began to break down into a liquid solution. A few nearby troops, awed by the display of the potent technique, crowded around and watched as their leader manipulated the source of metal. Smiling as he worked, Seventeen dropped his hand and chuckled at the tiny, vaguely humanoid robot he had crafted.

Despite the ambiguity and lack of craftsmanship, the fact that the android could actually manipulate metal garnered a generous applause from the small group of warriors who had gathered. Disinclined to let the attention slip away from him, Seventeen reached out and tapped into the nearby target stands. Squinting as he contemplated what to concoct, the machine-hybrid felt a bead of sweat formulate on his forehead.

Even with the strain, the cybernetic warrior managed to craft a diminutive army of toy soldiers from the available sources of metal he had at his disposal. At the helm of the columns of soldiers, a man was perched victoriously upon a tank. The applause that followed brought another smile to the android?s visage.

?That?s us, boys,? he smirked, whipping the bead of sweat from his forehead as he walked through the group. Once he made it to the front gate of the castle, the machine-hybrid leaned against the steel bars and decided to relax. After all, this was probably going to be the last time he got to seriously rest and relax before the hell that was Dante?s Abyss ravaged the land.