An Ex-Villain's Musing [forward-dated after the tournament, open]

[moltenman]

Mark had booted up the the sensoriums quickly and quietly as he didn't really want people to bother him. He finally thought things were going right for a change: he had some control over his powers and he got stronger by being in the tournament. The downside was that he wasn't strong enough it seemed. That Cole guy took him down, so he wasn't in the best of moods. More sad than angry however...

An image of a fighter's ring shown on the floor, very similar to his first fight against the summoner guy. Would someone come and bother him?

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[justoutrunyou]

As it so happened Sandy had been planning on using the room as well but when she wandered in it was already in use. She almost turned round to leave but the setting caught her attention. Another ring?

Hana had come back from the big tournament mission too, maybe this was someone who had lost? She slunk closer to the ring to watch quietly, her slender body padding along silently down the aisle of seats.

[moltenman]

Deciding to focus a bit on his powers at first, Mark removed his jacket and his own body burst into flames: his skin, hair and most of his clothing were melted down as he tried to throw a couple lavaballs across the ring, far from him and far where Sandy was seated.

[justoutrunyou]

Sandy studied him with her cold eyes and sat in one of the seats with rapt attention. It wasn't so much what he was doing that interested her but how he was doing it.

Burns were a tricky sort of wound in the fact that you had to figure out just what caused it, how bad it was, if the skin had to be replaced with a graft, nerve damage. And was his fire a mutant power or magical? Magical wounds sometimes followed different rules entirely.

More to the point would water hurt him? And if so how would she help him recover? To what degree would he suffer from cold or heat if he were on a planet that was too far one way or the other?

Sandy paused and smiled feeling particularly clever for having all these thoughts in her head. It used to be she couldn't even focus on her homework for science class.

How old is Sandy, btw? I know she's younger than Mark but other than that...

[moltenman]

Mark as Molten Man then focused on seeing if he could increase the heat in his lavaballs while keeping his body (relatively) cool. So much involved in his work, he didn't notice the younger girl watching him.

Maybe about 11-12

[justoutrunyou]

Finally curiosity got the better of her and she approached the ring. She wanted his attention so she sought out the bell hanging off the referees table and rung it loudly signalling the end of round one.

[anwei]

Anwei had found a quiet spot to sit and watch; with a little effort she encouraged a slight breeze that blew from the fighter to her. She needed to get used to the smell of people without giving in to the impulse to take a sample out of them.

This looked like an arena, like the one on Epicurea but not as large. She kept an eye open for dinosaurs.

[moltenman]

Despite (or perhaps because of) Mark's quiet nature most of the time, he tend not to bother other people usually. So he probably didn't hear Anwei. He tried not to focus on the negative right now but couldn't help staring at the middle of the arena.

[anwei]

Anwei looked at the ring as well; so strange, to have a designated place for fighting, instead of every room and street being a potential battleground. It was scary, to think of how dangerous violent her people were - and still managed to rule a fair chunk of the visible sky.

Still no sign of dinosaurs. Should she make one? No, that would probably be rude. But maybe she could idle down the row of seats, and try to get a closer look at the man who was just standing there.

[moltenman]

Mark was still not aware that he wasn't being watched so he stared for a minute towards the sky. Another minute passed before he sighed. How many people did he really know in this ship? Parker, Starfire and that Red Robin guy. That wasn't a whole lot. "That was... it." He murmured to himself though if anyone was nearby, they'd likely hear him.

"What am I doing? I could swallow my pride and ask Peter for help with training or his 'girlfriend' Starfire. I just don't know what to do."

[anwei]

Anwei coughed to let the man know she was there, then said "Sounds like you have to choose between pride and training. Or maybe train with someone else?"

She shrugged, palms out.

OOC: What.

[electricman]

(I haven't gotten to the final rounds yet, fucking homework, but I doubt Cole would willingly take this guy's power.)