Lawrence
"I'll set the ship to explode if handled improperly. That should stop it from leaving the world without us."

Furo pulled a receiver from his pocket. Clicking it once, the dome of the ship slowly closed itself. Clicking it twice more, and the head lights blinked before something mechanical engaged as a telltale sign that the ship had gone into lockdown. He finally clicked it thrice in rapid succession, the third click he held down the button for an uncomfortably, prolonged time.

The headlights flashed an eerie red. It was silent too. Nothing auditorily engaging to warn that something was primed. Just some red lights that you would miss if you blinked.

"There we go!" Furo turned with a smile to follow Brad. "Can't say I'm into all that. Though, it's hard enough believing I would run into a single god, let alone there being multiple just chilling out on some random rock among the stars."

He was not sure about fighting one either. If it became necessary sure, but he currently did not have an interest to do so. He was sure it would be weird having to explain the story of how you beat up any amount of gods to someone else. 

Then again... The reactions *Could* Be amusing, actually. Maybe he should not throw the idea out entirely?
Nicole
"There's a good man." Seemingly mollified by Brad's promise, Cid nods with smile. That would do.

With those two rushing off ahead, Cid takes a moment to regard the building in his own time as he languidly follows after. Looking up toward the statues especially, Cid's head cants to one side as he gets closer beneath them, and the angle upward gets clearer.

Huh. Holding a hand to his chin, Cid's eyebrows raise before he glances toward the others.

"They're well-crafted, aren't they?" He says, matter-of-factly, "Very detailed."

"... Ah. I would not leap toward antagonizing a god, myself, no, but if a decent fight can be found within, well... Who am I to deny us a good time? I think I would also much like that." As casual as can be, Icidro waltzs between and past Brad and Furo as he approaches the doors; With a smirk on his face, Cid places his hands on either side and pushes.

"Only one way to go from here, no?"
Whitney
*Brad nodded to Cid, smiling eagerly. He flashed Furo a mischevious grin.* "C'mon, it'll probably be a light workout between us three. How hard could it be ta just walk in there an' put the heat on some half-baked deity?" *He crossed his thick arms, eyes twinkling.* "Besides, my gains have been sufferin' lately. I need a real challenge if I wanna beat my PB." *He fell in step behind Cid as he lead the charge, shoving the doors wide open.*

*Just in time for a flier to fly through the crack and slap Brad across the face. He stood there in silence for just a moment, blinking three times, before peeling it off him.*

"Phil Cup, eh? Who the hell is Phil?" *Brad turned the flier right-side up as he spoke.* "Well, whoever he is, I guess we've got our target."
David
"**Phil? He's out training the *Zero*...I mean Hercules... He's a little goat man... Annoying too...**"

Upon uttering those words, a black pilar of sulfur would appear and what stood before the trio would be the God of the Underworld: Hades. 

"**Anyway, you all don't seem to be 'from round these parts... Are you all aware of the rules of the Games or do I need to go over all of them?**"
Lawrence
Furo somewhat captivated by the entire place casually turned to face the newcomer. It was a bit difficult to look away at all the architecture. The craftmanship and designs were completely new to him.

He stared at the man until he came to terms with the fact that this person was not simply on fire, but the fire was literally his hair. It was a strange sight, if not painful to even think about. 

The mechanic was going to speak up, until he watched the sulfur linger its way toward the trio. He was not going to entertain inhaling the obviously toxic smoke and held his hands forward. Summoning a ball of wind, he quickly clasped his hands tight before throwing his them apart. The ball expanded rapidly to fill up the entire space they were standing in and filtering out the sulfur and whatever else the man arrived with.

Taking a deep breath and feeling clear air enter his lungs, the mechanic walked forward throwing out a hand in greeting.

"Hey there! Name's Furo and these are my friends. Nice to meet you, pal!"
Nicole
"... Who?" The confusion flashing across Icidro's face probably spelled it out loud and clear. Names just got thrown the group's way, and none of them explained the fire rolling off this guy's head.

Cid looked momentarily enthralled by it, until Furo is the first to extend courtesy to this stranger— Along with potentially putting out the man's fire? How nice of him!

"Ah, gracias, an explanation would be much appreciated. How very kind of you, sir." Cid places a hand on his chest as Furo addresses the oldest member of the blue man group, and smiles at the introduction, "I am Cid."
Whitney
*Brad nearly jumped out of his skin at the sight of the ghastly man. Both his impressive size, the burning hair, and the... Well. Amidst the three 'pretty' boys, he looked out of place. And Brad barely qualified.*

"Th' name's Bradamante Charlemagne du..." *God, this name was a pain. Brad sputtered a raspberry, already too excited about the prospect of a good scrap to give much of a care.* "Call me Brad." 

*He scratched at his chin.* "Are the rules jus' "See how long ya can last, don't cheese yer way through by potion-chugging?"" *He rolled his wrist.* "'Zactly what're we up against 'ere?"

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David
"**Well, I'm Hades. Lord of the Dead, Underworld you already know the spheel.**" 

Hades would say with a handwave as he listened to what the trio in front of him had to say. It seemed one could use Wind Magic so maybe they won't be as helpless in there as the usual people that came in here by the droves. 

"**Well if it's the Phil Cup your interested in, it's the easiest that we have to offer. It goes on for 10 rounds, with there being a boss battle in rounds 5 and 10. Phil Cup exclusive you get healed fully after each round. Oh and as a blessing from my gracious sister, no one can die in the arena so fight on to your heart's content. The two bosses change everytime you go in, so no real point in trying say who your fighting against.**"
Lawrence
Furo did *Not* Know the spiel. That part had him more curious than the whole tournament. He wanted to learn about the place than simply getting into a fight.

"Never heard of you. I'm new around these parts, so the other two tried filling me in before."

He continued to extend his hand out, giving it small shakes to signal the handshake he wanted.

Ah, wait. Did they not do handshakes here? Was this one of those scenarios where what he thought was proper was actually an insult?

...He needed to limit test. 

Handshake first, then he would play other actions by ear. Worst case, he makes someone angry and they have to flee the place forever. Becoming wanted men and living in constant fear looking over their shoulders. Which would give him an excuse to push his ship to the limits under the guise of staying alive.

Maybe this was a win-win?
Nicole
"A pleasure to meet you, Hades, Lord... Lord of the...?" Icidro echoes hesitantly, before canting his head. He didn't get it. Not at all.

"Hm? If you don't mind my asking... If you're 'Lord of the Underworld,' what are you doing up here working as the reception? Surely that's as big a job as any, what with all the dead people." He asks, before glancing over toward Brad. Was this one of the gods he'd mentioned?

That being said, Icidro's face contorts briefly at the thought of *This guy* Having a sister. Just what would that look like? Would she be all scraggle-toothed and blue, too?
Whitney
*For once, Brad didn't have much to add. Instead, he simply bounced in place, eyes darting from one party to another as they spoke. Things sure were getting interesting, but...*

*His bouncing simply accelerated. Clearly itching to get going and practically about to challenge the deity before them. Probably not a good idea.*

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David
"**You never heard of the God of the Underworld before? You offworlders must *Really* Live under a literal rock to not have heard by name at least once.**" 

Hades would cross his arms, ignoring the attempt at a handshake and went on to answer Icidro's question. 

"**Why? I run this Colosseum, way to pass the time between hearing the moaning and groaning of the dead every five seconds. Plus, these hero types are likely to die young and cause problems, so it's good to get a blacklist of who to look out for. Usually, I have Pain, Panic or Phil doing this... But the first two are morons and the later is somewhere else in Greece training more 'heroes'.**"

His gaze would go over to Brad, seeing the man bounce around and raised an eyebrow. 

"**Is he alright or does he normally get this excited?**"
Lawrence
"You can ignore him," Furo had an intensity to him as he smiled an let his hand drop. "And to be honest, I don't know any of the names you mentioned as well. Consider me clueless. I'm interested to learn all I can though! Something about this place has me all excited as well! Just... Differently from Brad."

He fell away to his thoughts again, but quickly re-focused up. It was rude to zone out mid conversation like that. Or was it polite here?

He probably should not have left the gummi ship.

"I'm willing to group with my friends and play your game, but is it wrong to assume there is a purpose to this Colosseum? Do people sign up simply for glory and violence like Brad, or is there something more enticing to gain here?"

It seemed like people who ran the place had different reasons to do so. There had to be something special that got people like that to tradeoff like that, right?
Nicole
Icidro's expression frosts over at the mention of 'offworlders,' growing still as he regards Hades. Rigid. What had he just got done getting Brad to promise, and the first person they meet here someone _else_ beat all of them to the punch? The world order was in shambles.

Utter *Shambles.*

Hooking a hand on his hip as he cocks his head back in annoyance, Icidro's gives the man a small, reluctant smile before answering, "Yes, to both."

"It's only natural, no? The coliseum calls to us, you understand. The siren song of a fight compels our hearts to answer." Icidro says wistfully, before pausing to regard Furo.

"... Or you could say that. There's no pleasing everyone." He sighs.
Whitney
*Offworlders!? Glory and violence!? Brad would absolutely, positively be INCENSED by these terms if they weren't both factually true and sounded kind of awesome. Part of him liked that he didn't even have to speak- this Hades guy got what he was putting down. Even if Furo had just almost snatched his wig to pieces. Could fire be a wig?*

*His eyes lingered on Cid's dragon-like expression again, trying to keep the giggles to himself as the conversation moved onward.*

"Prizes! There's gotta be prizes!" *He finally interjected.* "What're we in for, old man!? Tons of Munny? Tons of hot chicks!?" *Brad clasped his cheeks with a scandalized gasp.* "Tons of hot *Men!?"*

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David
"**Well, most people do it for glory and fame... It let's you prove you got what it takes to be a hero... At least that the line Phil sells to people... But you do win things depending on who you fight and how far you get into the thing. The best stuff is if you manage to beat the whole thing. However, the Phil Cup is the weaker of the cups we got so if you want the *Really* Good stuff you gotta go into the higher cups. But hey, everyone gotta start somewhere right?**"

Hades then looked back at Drad and shook his hand in a 'so and so' motion. 

"**Well, clearing this Cup does make you the talk of the town. Probably be easier to score with whatever man or woman you want. But typically, you can win weapons and munny among other things.**"
Lawrence
Knitting his eyebrows, Furo considered the burning man's words. He crossed his arms and rocked on his feet before falling backwards completely. Before hitting the ground, a gust of wind carried him back to an upright position.

"Alright, I'm in! Not about that Hero business, but the weapons and munny have my attention."

He was not normally so materialistic, but repairs for and upgrades were going to have a cost to them as long as he was not in Traverse. He would be gambling pretty heavy to scavenge for stuff at each place he went to. Better to have some resources.

"It's either this or find some work. Though if this place is full of gods, work is probably scarce."

What could all powerful beings need from a bunch of randos. Then again, Furo would not voice it, but Hades did not seem that strong. Kinda scrawny actually.

"Alright, I'm willing to test the waters," The Mechanic turned to his pals and gave his honest thoughts, "If things look promising, then we can spend a day or so talking about whether we want to run these other challenges. That said, I want to have fun around the place before either of you drag me into anymore fights."
Nicole
Several thought processes flash openly across Icidro's face; It proves you have what it takes to be a hero? There were multiple Cups afterward? What was that blazing in Icidro's gaze? Excitement? Pride? 

Whatever it was, it bode ill for Furo as Cid turns that look toward his companions. It lingers on Furo for a moment before Cid clenches a hand in a singular fist pump. 'Not all at once,' was just another way of saying they COULD go through every tournament this colosseum had to offer!

"That sounds to me like we're in! You hear that, amigo?" A toothy grin splits Cid's face as he claps a hand on Brad's shoulder.
Whitney
*Brad felt like he was about to explode. He'd only been vibrating faster, and every word that left his compatriot's mouths only served to enhance his excitement. When Cid finally clasped his shoulder, he exploded. Like literally.*

**"YAY!"** *In a burst of magic, half a dozen magical balloons surrounded the group- half of them bursting harmlessly against his allies, and one sending Brad fifteen feet into the air. He did a backflip, descending gracefully, before landing facedown a few yards behind where he started.* "Ow."

*And then he was on his feet again, drawing Light Year in a flourish of enthrallment. He swung the blade over his shoulder, flashing a bright smile.* "Let's go, boys! Today, we become *Champions!*"

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David
"**Well up here not so much. Everyone around is training for the Games or enabling others to train. Only work you'll find here is one of those two demographics.**" 

Hades would then snap his fingers, giving the trio flyers, that listed out the rules in 

"**There is info on the other Cups and what they entail. Not all the Cups are created equal and have their own quirk-**" 

He was going on only to see Brad *Zoom* Fifteen feet in the air with the help of balloons and land back on the ground and rolled his eyes.

"**Save all the acrobatics when your in the arena... Get a concussion out here that's all on you... Anyway, step inside and the first few rounds will begin.**"