L.L stroked his chin at the android's philosophy, "If we had the choice to leave, I feel like they would've given it to us. I think we're stuck here whether we want to or..." He was stopped by something tapping his head and he turned to see a large black hand pointing at him. He tilted his head to look around and at the grotesque monster. "Can I... help you?" He felt foolish treating a monster as if it was something that could carry an intelligent conversation, but it seemed to be treating the wyvern humanoid well so it must be capable of something.

The armored scientist was alarmed by the beast's approach but relaxed a bit when its intentions were simple. Although, he wondered where the other creature went. Did it..consume the other?

The jade eye began to scan the creature using infrared vision - a red pigment expanded from the center of its lone eye - and revealed whatever heat information the creature could have.

[OOC: You'll have to help me on this Waffles, I'm not sure how hot or cold Handyman is.]

Handy's head tilted to the side, recognising a questioning tone in the small man's voice. He withdrew his hand, realising that from the kid's voice that this human was not actually a child. He'd gotten his attention now, anyway. After a while, the creature realised that they weren't acting hostile towards either him or his friend, so felt safer, believing that he could make these two his friends as well.

He gently lowered Venox from his rib fingers, setting him in front of the two men, though standing tall over the winged boy, towering over him. The creature leaned forward and started to rest on his knuckles, letting his body lean forward a bit more. He stood defensively behind Venox, acting like a big brother helping his little bro make some friends, backing him up.

The creature knew that this place was a bit different than usual, and that he's become rather lost. It hoped that, by making friends, he could follow them out of wherever this place is and into better grounds.


##Blender, Handy is cold. He has no blood or beating heart or anything to make him warm.

##Also, this is how Handy is holding Venox. (shoddy pic)

##

##Venox isn't INSIDE him, gosh. That'd be nasty.

"... The hell?" L.L looked at the other contestant the monster had set down. Did it want them to socialize with the boy? The monster at full height towered over the bounty hunter. Sitting, L.L felt like a baby, but standing the monster would still be more than double his height so he saw no reason to move. He made to holster his weapon and looked at the wyvern humanoid. "What's your name boy?"

[OOC: Thanks for clearing it up, though with Cassie's post she seemed to be really inside him.]

"Statement: They're friendly," Bl.An.C. said as he stopped the infrared scans. The tall creature had nothing to remark on in regards to heat, if there was, it was residual from the winged's own. "Try not to act hostile, hunter."

"The name's L.L Bust, not hunter." He growled at the android, "And i'm not being hostile... well I'm trying not to be."

Venox cocked his head at the bounty hunter, slight irritation flitting across his face.

"I'm not a boy, human. My name is Venox, and according to human lifespans, I am approximately 500 years old."

For a moment, Venox thought of adding the fact that the mysterious Stick (as in stick figure) Death, had trapped him in a special time loop to prevent him from getting any older...but then decided against it. That information would mean nothing to these beings.

"This...host, you two spoke of...you mentioned it leading another competition such as this?"

"Reply: The Host handled a tournament such as this, for the sole entertainment of people. It isn't much different from our usual day-to-day gladiator battle but it was continuous. After one, there was another until one was the remaining champion," Bl.An.C. said. "It seems that the current Host has only mustered us for his enjoyment."

"Statement: We have to find a way to leave."

As Handy is now ignored as the people started talking to each other in a language he'll never be able to understand, he decided to fall over on the floor and lie on his back for a while, dragging his limbs through the dirt to make a giant dirt-angel in the ground. After a few seconds of moving about, he stopped and laid splayed out on the floor, unmoving. He was content.

"Over 500!" The bounty hunter sputtered. He was half tempted to call it a bluff but the humanoid did have wings for arms so he summarized that there was probably magic that could achieve such a thing so he didn't question it. "Like I said," he interjected, "if we had the option to leave it would've been given to us, and we don't know the size nor strength of this organization so trying to escape without said information would be foolish." Then the two voices turning into background noise, he observed the monster as it played around like a child. His scope changed modes, swapping from infrared, to x-ray and heartbeat monitoring as he tried to analyze how such a monster could've come to existance. Possibly created? Maybe from a different world?

“I agree.” Venox replied, cocking his head as he studied the android’s face. “Just how powerful is that eye?”

Bl.An.C. folded his arms. “Statement: As powerful as it needs to be.”

The spy grinned and spread his wings, indicating the area they were in.

“Maybe your equipment and my voice can help us leave somehow. We may yet get answers to our questions.” He then glanced over at the two other gladiators, studying them carefully. “All of them.”

The bounty hunter was still preoccupied with the finger-beast. The creature shifted a little to face him, and the gunman’s finger’s eased ever so slightly to his pistol handle. Venox felt his wings tense, but the human didn’t draw.

Venox flew over quickly, landing and clinging to Handyman’s arm. He chittered to the finger-beast, and it clicked softly back to him, vibrating with pleasure.

“Relax.” Venox told the bounty hunter, a slight edge of irritation in his voice. “You’ll get hurt if you don’t calm down. I can sense the great strength in my friend here.”

"Comment: The option to leave is never an option given. It is a choice you make on your own. Some of the gladiators never came back from the other tournament." Bl.An.C. said grimly as he gazed to the creature on the ground.

The creature laid on the ground, his bat-like friend now standing on his large left arm. He rose his right arm up to pet him on the head a little, before standing up and setting Venox to stand on his shoulders.

Hoping Venox had better sight than him, Handy started to extend his limbs and back, letting him grow to a steady 12ft. Here he hoped this friend of his would be able to help the other friends in ways the creature cannot.

Calm down... the bounty hunter scratched the back of his head as he stood up. He drew his pistol and it enlarged into a cannon which he hefted onto his shoulder. He searched through his charges and swapped the rocket charge for the buckshot. "I have no intention in fighting anyone." He stated. The monster grew another 3 feet and the humanoid seemed to begin surveying the surroundings. Even though he found the idea of escaping faulty in many ways, the android once again was right with his philosophy, the door was technically there, they just had to open it themselves. The fact that some of the gladiators had died almost motivated him to escape, death wasn't on his agenda.

A smile eased its way across Venox's face. He looked at the android first, and then at the bounty hunter, rubbing his wings on the finger-beast's skin.

"We don't have to escape..." he hissed softly. "We just need to know if an exit exists or not."

Venox took a quick look around, sprayed finely pitched sound waves in all directions, and then settled again, listening carefully. After a brief silence, he continued.

"The simple knowledge of a way out would put us all at ease, right? I'm sure that this Host, whoever or whatever it is, is probably really smart and wouldn't put an exit just anywhere."