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DAY 1 HAS ARRIVED
Active Events: Blood Pit Arena (Qualifying Round), Dread Metal Destruction Derby (Qualyfing Round)
Phoebe Helsden the Charizard
Black Lotus - Onyx Circle
Outside Blood Pit Arena, Lytala City
Phoebe didn't think much of last night's Opening Ceremony. It was the same deal and meant to entertain the lustful, sadistic masses. Even the news of the assassination attempt wasn't a surprise as it hadn't been the first time Taiya had to deal with it.
Phoebe had been ordered to take part in the Blood Pit with six other Black Lotus operatives, the max a single team could enter for this particular event. Her task as squad leader was to ensure the skies were swept clean while the rest of her team grinded everyone else down to a pulp.
The roster of entrants for the first qualifying round was filling up. Some had already preregistered, but it was very common for entrants to preregister and then get nervous and never show up. So when the actual round began in the afternoon, there was no telling how many entrants would be left. But for now, they were waiting and gearing up for every grizzly thing that would come their way.
Phoebe had her own strategy on how she wanted to handle exterminating the competition. She had her Death Spitter rocket launcher ready and she was in perfect shape to soar through the skies easily, even with the amount of armor she had on. Vekker, an Ursaring specializing in chainguns, was exceptional at laying down suppressing fire. That would give Grec the Gengar all the time he needed to use an EinCaliber sniper rifle to pick off anyone held down by Vekker or held back by Vurden the Volcarona's constant barrage of fire attacks. That was one thing about this team. She knew they loved burning everything and everyone to hell after punching numerous holes into them.
The Qualifying Round for this first match was expected to go well for Black Lotus. And in times past, if things went well in tomorrow's Qualifying Round, Black Lotus wouldn't have to even compete with a secured win.
"I'm sure you know how this all works," Phoebe told the rest of her squad. "We've been over it a dozen times so I'm not going to repeat myself. As a reminder, I don't want any taunting or sneering while we're on the field. Save that for when we win. We lost an operative last year because he felt like bumping the butt of his gun in the face of a dead opponent and never noticed a Scyther charging right for him from behind. We still have the head in case you need a reminder."
"Punk deserved it," Vekker spat. "If anyone got killed that way in front of me, I'd piss on their carcass."
"We're no idiots," a heavily armored Luxray named Unloc replied. "Some other Lotus operatives may like the gloating, but we know you. There's a reason we signed to be on your team instead of the others."
Phoebe nodded. Some Lotus operatives saw this event as fun, but Phoebe saw it much more like a job. Her task, along with the rest of her team, was to kill everyone fast and hard and not leave a single enemy soul standing no matter what. The only mercy offered from her and her team was a faster than usual death, and that was all they would be getting if they were lucky.
"Let's go," Phoebe told the rest of her crew. "I want to size up everyone that comes through that door thinking they can compete against us. Remember, as we're up first, we need to make this demoralizing on every enemy team. It will ruin them for the events ahead."
Phoebe would never say she enjoyed her job. But killing Pokémon was something she was very good at, and it was her job every day.
Jucden Tarblack the Raticate
Black Lotus - Onyx Circle
Lotus Den Slums, outside Lytala City
Today, the Lotus Slums would go from being an impoverished town to become a warzone and many Pokémon would lose the little they had from the collateral damage. Already, the slum intended to be the site for the Dread Metal competition had been cleared out. No impoverished citizen was going to stick around only to get killed and there was no way they'd ever be able to convince Black Lotus to reconsider. They could only hope and pray their mud hut or shanty wouldn't be blown up in the carnage that was to come, but the chances of that were slim considering it was common for half the town to be crushed or burnt to the ground in the aftermath of the event.
At the rules stated, teams could enter three vehicles at max into the competition. Jucden would be driving the Ripfire truck, which was a hulking junkyard beast that Jucden and his cohort Jaze the Conkeldurr had built together and involved a lot of weaponry that they both loved: explosives galore. Jaze enjoyed driving while Jaze was more than happy to be the one to sent every competitor to a messy and gored demise. Meanwhile, Jucden would never pass up an opportunity to decorate the Ripfire with flashing lights and a crudely-painted metallic smiling Pikachu head that had bullet holes shot into it.
The other two vehicles in today's Dread Metal was the Peaceslayer armored monster truck that Vorkot the Scrafty had spent all of last year modding and perfecting just for causing the maximum amount of damage. It was another heavily armored car where Vorkot would be driving and manning the front machine guns at the same time while his gunner on the rear was Xed the Arcanine, a wild pyromaniac that would burn the whole shanty town to cinders just for fun. Lastly, the Blackout was an armored hearse that was driven by Sevren the Dusknoir and Mevvan the Krookodile. Sevren would be the driver while Mevvan would be focusing on laying down heavy machine gun fire on everyone else, as well as using whatever dark projectile attacks would work best for the situation.
Jucden felt his only real competition was the other two Black Lotus vehicles. Everyone else was just worth kill points and he needed to get as many as he could to brag the hardest.
"It's a B-E-A-utiful day for same carnage, isn't it, Jaze!?" Jucden was laughing hysterically, tugging on the Conkeldurr's body armor. "It's hard to just stand here waiting for this! I've been watching the damn clock for the past two hours and we still have several more to go!"
"Hurr, hurr," Jaze chuckled, smashing his fists together in anticipation. "Dem runts gettin' gored inta goo. Pasty-like."
"Yesss!" Jucden hissed and snickered as he jumped up and down in excitement. "Pasty like! I like that! Yes, I like that! There better be more. Way more than last year! We're going to set a world record today!"
"Hurr..." Jaze snorted. "My kinda killin'."
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