"Oh mr fighter, I can do so much. But they are restricted by dual forms, so electrical can only do the electrical abilities and ghost can only do ghost abilities. If you did fear me then I can change the room temperature and lift up whole coffee tables with telekinesis," The electric man stated, most of everybody can hear him since most of you have heightened senses "Oh yeah by the way I already unlocked that power in this building, the janitor named Scruffy, I scared him shitless when I appeared right in front of his face. In fact I do believe he is still within the closet holding tightly onto a mop and a water bucket. I gotta say, it took quite a lot to scare that man." Cyber virus stated to Lucario.

"Also, I'm quite SHOOCKED that you decided that it was a good idea to touch an electrical mass of pure energy. I am as equal a threat to you as you are to me." said to Lucario.

"And to you, Zero. What do you mean... Elementals, I thought those and other creatures were just a myth. But then again I'm a mass of electricity that uses a fragile-as-glass skeleton for support so maybe I gotta open my mind a bit."

#I have had the shocked pun kept inside for so long it.

Suddenly the sky opened and lightning vaporized Cyber Ghost. Everyone was all "OMG that was awesum. But he'll be back next week"

Then fliers start raining from the sky that all read "Got what it takes to be the best? Signup for the wRHG tournament, today!"

"Hm? A flier? Let's see..." Lucario examined the leaflet. It was about a tournament of sort. He fixed his black googles and said.
"Looks like a new event. Hope this is non-lethal. Guess it got my vote." He then shoved it into the pocket and left, heading for the receptionist to sign up.

"Why do I get the feeling, that was necessary."

Zero questioned while picking a flier out of mid air. He sat down next to chance and began attempting to wake him.

"Hey! Chance! Look there's gonna be a tournament going on!"

Chance awoke almost immediately at the sound of his name.
"What?!" He fell off the couch. His hair was a mess, his shirt was still open and now wrinkled, and his plain look seemed sickly.
"A tournament...? Maybe later..."

"Shooting tin of cans is boring."
Bumping up the gun given by the CIA, Arvine grabs a notice from the air.

"wRHG Tourney, sign-up now! Well, I would like a tournament, but I have my hands full."

He throws the paper in the air, and shoot a bullet from the gun.
It promptly hit the blank in the letter O in Tourney.
Chuckling, he grabbed the hollowed paper.

"Bulls-eye. I guess that's enough shooting for today."

Arvine grab a glass, and sips slowly a lemon tea with it.
Then he wonders of the green grass of Tumine.....

Bl.An.C. enters the room again. His lone jade eye scanned the room. He found his couch, the one he previously sat on [and collected dust on], and took a seat there.

Zero patted Chance on the back then stood up and fetched him a glass of water. As he strolled back to his sickly friend, he noticed an android sitting on the couch in the other room. He set the glass down next to Chance and went to the receptionist to sign up as well. He stole glances at the android as he walked by, figuring that he matched the description Carson had given him.

A few fliers had dropped down onto the android's face. Grabbing one of them, he saw the announcement of a tournament written on it.

"Commentary: Interesting." Bl.An.C. mused. Another combat? Why not...repairs were easy on him due to the nanobots anyway.

Kotasa looks toward Krystal. The formerly-horned man thinks for a moment and says "Don't I know you from somewhere?" *thinks* "I've seen you around the Colosseum, haven't I? I'm Kotasa, of the Great Northern Mountians."

"Hmm, Command said this was the place, but I don't know..." Acel muttered to herself.

In order to get used to life at Stickpage, Acel was advised to visit the wRHG chatroom as soon as possible, to gain info on the wRHGs. But after avoiding social contact for three days and watching tv marathons, she decided that it was time for her to finally get to work.

Despite her hesitation, Acel pushed open the door and walked inside.

In his nomadic ways, Mccaw found his way to this chatroom in search of free internet and food. He was not dissapointed. "Nomnomnom...nomnomnomn...nomnomnom..omom.om."

Bl.An.C. watched the two new gladiators as they entered the room. He shifted a bit from his seat, studying the two new ones. They were interesting if not unique. The pseudo-android kept himself planted on the sofa. Alice had spoken of a gladiator she had gotten as a potential ally, from the FBI even.

What was she thinking..? He thought to himself.

He kept his jade eye trained on the two new arrivals but soon stood up and went to find the stack of cards somewhere.

Mccaw is bored as he stuffs his face with chicken wings. He looks around for someone interesting to talk to. He sights a androidish.... huh? Mccaw goes up to Bl.An.C and sits down on the couch next to him. "So... Whats up with you?"