[ As the doors to both of your containment rooms open, you see... a bright, ashy blue sky with strewn clouds, and the sun beating down on you like an ever-watchful eye, scorching. The heat is palpable on your skin as soon as the light hits, burning. You escape to the sound of uproarious applause, and find yourself in the pits of what looks like some kind of stadium, filled with spotty audience though each and everyone of them certainly don't lack for enthusiasm.
Nuwa will see one man on a high podium in the audience with massive boombox speakers and a microphone, masked face yet wide grin, slamming his hand on the splintering wood before him as he roars. ]
AND WELCOME TO THE FIELD, THE PREY WHO'LL BET THEIR LIVES ON A DREAM! NOW WHO WOULDN'T PAY A MILLION BUCKS FOR A FIGHT AMONG VAULT HUNTERS, EH?!
[ He laughs, the microphone screeches. The audience doesn't mind as they hoot and howl. Across the dusty stadium field, other doors open, and Owen and Nuwa can see each other — with Owen's door cracking open from the ice that frames it, icy fog escaping and disappearing almost immediately into the warmth.
What's else: you're not alone, as other doors open with other people carefully coming out, some seeming more or less prepared than others. From sword-bearing fighters who seem to go pale as a ghost the moment they see everything, to burly men who seem more than happy to start going right away, and women who take one look at the crowd and smirk knowingly, looks like we're in for one hell of a cast. ]
AND JUST IN CASE ANY OF YOU LOSERS ARE GETTIN' COLD FEET — REMEMBER IT'S A GODDAMN VAULT ON THE LINE! YOUR GREATEST WISHES GRANTED! SO YOU BETTER FIGHT LIKE IT IS WHAT IT IS!
✦ IT'S SHOWTIME.
Nuwa will see one man on a high podium in the audience with massive boombox speakers and a microphone, masked face yet wide grin, slamming his hand on the splintering wood before him as he roars. ]
AND WELCOME TO THE FIELD, THE PREY WHO'LL BET THEIR LIVES ON A DREAM! NOW WHO WOULDN'T PAY A MILLION BUCKS FOR A FIGHT AMONG VAULT HUNTERS, EH?!
[ He laughs, the microphone screeches. The audience doesn't mind as they hoot and howl. Across the dusty stadium field, other doors open, and Owen and Nuwa can see each other — with Owen's door cracking open from the ice that frames it, icy fog escaping and disappearing almost immediately into the warmth.
What's else: you're not alone, as other doors open with other people carefully coming out, some seeming more or less prepared than others. From sword-bearing fighters who seem to go pale as a ghost the moment they see everything, to burly men who seem more than happy to start going right away, and women who take one look at the crowd and smirk knowingly, looks like we're in for one hell of a cast. ]
AND JUST IN CASE ANY OF YOU LOSERS ARE GETTIN' COLD FEET — REMEMBER IT'S A GODDAMN VAULT ON THE LINE! YOUR GREATEST WISHES GRANTED! SO YOU BETTER FIGHT LIKE IT IS WHAT IT IS!
[ Well then. ]