@ Ome (Stella):  “The following contest is a four-corners no-holds barred thrash fest, a battle of the best between the big league and the underground; in the far corner enters the tornado-paced, the take-no-prisoners, with more title victories under, and opponents hanging over, his belt than anyone in the league, the FIRIN OZIRAN!” The manic persona is nowhere to be seen amidst the bouncy, angry, flamboyant and uncensored hip-hop until a compartment in the roof parts, and parachuting in, the geckoboi gets stuck a-hangin' from the lighting rig... a few moments go by as he scrambles up and climbs down a ladder off the scaffolding and continues showboating in the ring as though nothing had happened, switching into his stretchier, far more dangerous geckomorph form with an adorable yet intimidating smile.<br/><br/>“And in the next corner, we have a woman whose humble disposition demands her no introduction, but I love to embarrass her anyway... the flashing-fist, silver-scaled dragonblood, Lilianna!”  From the entrance zone to no song whatsoever, appears a brilliant young woman, perhaps twenty, with great silver eyes and hair, in fact, her simple spandex bra and tight combat shorts matched perfectly amidst her fair complexion; she was serious, straightforward... looked almost entirely human, her posture and expression nonthreatening, yet solid and confident.  There was something intense and exotic about her stunningly beautiful visage, despite her attitude at the moment presenting her as humble as a nun and neutral as a mannequin.  She took her place with no more than a humble bow to each face of the crowd.<br/><br/>“From the depths of the Oziran undergrounds, a contender who claims to engage in fights so brutal they're nothing short of illegal, and most proud of it, the silver wolf Kira!”  A strong, solid mass of wolf anthro, bigger than all the others but not quite hulking, scarred and fur trimmed to show it, entered the ring with a grin to a rather raucous and angry tune; he hopped the ropes from below and looked about with more wicked in his amber eyes than in his curled black lips.  He snapped at the other two contenders viciously in an aggressive display, aside from pointing from them to his maw or stomach, trying to rile the crowd up.  Above, a thick cage hung ominously, and he pointed, demanding its descent, as though he disregarded whoever was to come next.  But the voice gave him no preference, only continued...<br/><br/>“And finally, a rising star that was so impressive in performance, that she was hand-picked by the Firin Oziran himself (and THIS was news!), our challenger number two from the underground, Ms, Stella Limia!”<br/><br/>((Feel free to enter as you please!))<br/><br/><br/>@ TaciturnTiger (Jori): Carlos creeps up the stairs, more like a scared kid who's never held a gun than a trained agent.  “So, just what do you know about the blendings of technology and magicks?” He asks.  “I'm getting freaked out more and more by the minute” His hands fumble over the weapon.  “Primarily because, if I'm not mistaken, the excess heat inside this wand is being generated... by circuitry.” He swallows.  “Even the cheapest magical weapons don't bleed their batteries into heat.” He pokes his head around an open door.  The hallway struck out in three directions, left and right, and a door across, that was shut for now.  “Clear at the moment.” He creeps out behind a series of lockers, keeping a narrow profile, and examining the door; he runs a keycard through a reader beside it, and THUMP!  Out topples a body; wearing a suit and tie, no less.  “Throw me a bone here, because I have no idea what we should be doing at this point.” He pales, his eyes wandering back to you.  Off in the distance, there's a clang, a shot, and a brief yelp.<br/><br/><br/>@ Kavenbach (Santi): “Why?  Why?” The man snaps and strides straight for you, and past you, throwing open the shutters, to reveal a peeping tom in ninja garb, on this floor!  But the man is silent, unmoving.  “Same outside.” He returns to the front door, opening it and revealing a half-dozen black ops in the hallway in thin balaclavas – all frozen, all armed.  He shakes his head and fires a round right into the leader's armored chest, the bullet pausing just past the threshold of the door.  “Don't worry about them.” He slams it shut behind him.  “It's a nanite aerosol that encompasses a specific web of space.  There's a pocket of distended time here, about six minutes, two of which we've already wasted.  And you can forget about the shower, I forgot the water running to this room is frozen outside as well.” He rubs his bald head with a cloth, exasperated, thinking, and stops before Tim and his dying Shari.  “I wouldn't bother unless she could move, kid, they'd probably kill her anyway.” He adds.  “And they'll take YOU guys back wherever you come from.  If you want to go with the official-looking government types, be my fucking guest, I'm leaving in one minute and thirty-eight seconds.” He pulls out a large canister with a countdown timer; it hisses gently.  3:37 now.  “They'll DEFINITELY kill me.” He cracks his neck, before wandering to the window, and yanking the fire-escape troublemaker into the time-pocket, smashing his face, then the back of his head with a heel, putting his lights out.   “Gonna get some clothes?” He asks you.<br/><br/>Tim had completely given up on begging either of you now and was fiddling with aerobic stabilizer injections and various life-and-death, futuristic first aid materials, still spilling his blood into hers.  “Please, please, please God, please, we'll be good now, I wanna finish my paintings with you Shari, please, just please stay awake...” He breathes, trying to control his panic.  “Why doesn't my blood work for her!?!” He hollers<br/><br/>“Because you're an earlier version, so I'm told.” The man in the glasses waves his gun.  “Something about binding proteins on the nano-machine walls specific to your cells.  I never completed my bio degree.  One-twelve.” He looks out the window, up and down, and sticks his head back in.  “You got any guns in here?”  He asks.