Emerald watches Blake's head asplode and lets out a puppy squeal from being startled. She ewes. "Not a good day for Blake..." she comments, not reacting quite as adamantly as Raichel.

She also seems to smile as Cham merges with himself only to pop onto her shoulders. The book seems to show a snapshot of Cham much like the icon on RPOL and describes him briefly with the following:

Name: Cham
Threat Level: 3
Personality: Selfish Joker

Symbol Attribute: Chaos

Mind: Low
Body: Super
Spirit: High

Signature Abilities:
Teleport, Pocket-space, Physics Immunity

Weaknesses:
Personal Rules, High End Order


....Emerald glances up at him and says, "Oh it's just a book I keep with me to learn things about people." she closes the book and lets it dangle from the chain that attaches it to her belt. Having thought up a way to fight him based off what she read, she says, "If I recall, the rules don't say how we are supposed to fight, so... wanna play a game?" she asks with a smile. She is trying to think of a game she can win against him, since something like Twister would be easy for Cham.

Miranda meeps at the sight as well. "Oh dear!" she comments. "Is that guy gonna... Oh... OK..." she says as if in a conversation with someone. She looks over at Paula and instantly reaches to hug her. "It'll be OK..." she hopes. "That's Raichel down there... if the guy is dead, he probably deser..." she sees Raichel freaking out and that stops her from finishing her sentence. "Um... oh dear." she says, clinging a little tighter to either Paula or herself.

  You know those times where the seemingly downed zombie grabs for your ankles as you walk by?  Well, that doesn't happen here.

  Blake grabs Timothius's arm as it reaches for his neck stump instead.  A disinfaced (because Blake still has his body, duh) voice comments "Now that would hardly be fair to Raichel, even if there is a lack of rules."

  Oh, how nice, he is okay like some assumed.  This would probably be more reassuring if he wasn't a burnt, headless, mutilated body rising up from the ground, shoving the life kings arm aside and releasing it.  "Do appreciate the thought of course.  It's an interesting change of pace compared to most that have worn your crown."

  Blake 'looks' down at Raichel.  "How fortunate then for the sake of rule 2, that I'm your opponent.  Though I doubt very much you'd suffer any consequences had you actually destroyed me.  Now..."  A skull...sprouts into place, for lack of a better description.  Eyes follow.

  "Impress me."
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"Remember what I said about not being surprised?" Mittens comments to no one in particular while sitting back down with a self-assured smirk, "Though this is the first time I've seen a zombie grow back body parts, so that at least is surprising.  Though I suppose that last 'impress me' bit is the most shocking part - pardon the pun.  If he's not impressed by now, I wonder what will."

Mittens waves her hand and once again the flames dim to allow easy access for the Life King to retake the seat at her side, not that he needed her to, but still...  Emerald's comment about her book hasn't escaped the Fire Queen's notice.  For a moment she entertains the idea of taking it by force, but more than likely the fox has some means of escape if she'd publicly announce what her book can do.  So instead her thoughts move on to practical persuasion.

"Ya know..." she asides, "As epic as this fight is, it could potentially get boring after a week or two, what with that kind of regeneration.  No rules about what constitutes victory or defeat can mean they could go at it forever.  Oh well, if that happens nothing's stopping me from finding something new to do with my day."
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Prism too is fascinated with Emerald's book.  What does it tell her about people?  How does it work?  Would it work on other things besides people?  Could it be used to navigate the dangers surrounding the Heart of the Universe?  While these questions are being debated, a new question surfaces that seems important enough to ask Alexis out loud.

"Have any succeeded the journey there as a team effort?"

Obviously, that would go without saying if Prism were to try, but what Prism has in mind is a team of the Life King, Alexis, and perhaps Prism.

J'Renn winces as blake stands, and regenerates a skull.  (Eww, it's just like a mudworm.  If you split her in half, would there be two?) She's still having trouble discerning the genders between the various species she's met.  (Can all of her people do that?) she asks starting to look a little sick.

She takes a few deep breaths to compose herself and change the subject, (Interesting, if the compounds that building is made of is as strong as you say, even just an analysis of the materials would make the trip worth it.)  She listens in as Prism asks thier question.  (True, you would think the various factions would send thier respective armies for such a purpose.) she proposes.

Cham smiles down at Emerald when he hears her suggestion, "Huh? Sure! Games are always fun! And I know a ton of 'em!"

Staying on her shoulders, he holds up a hand and starts counting off on his fingers. As he counts on his three fingers, he slowly sprouts more to keep up with his suggestions, "Let's see... Hopscotch, Penguin Bowling, Tickle Fighting, Chug-a-lug, Burning Mary... Hehe, that's a fun one where you stick your tail in oil and light it on fire! Then you race to see who can get the farthest before it catches up to ya!" He leans over Emerald again until he's looking her right in the face, upside down of course, and using his tail to help him get the right angle. "Whatever it is, it's gotta be fun! Everyone'll get bored if we play a board game and don't do something exciting like summoning jungle monsters or big game hunters!"

The action between Blake and Raichel goes largely unnoticed by Cham. He didn't think that Blake was really that dead, and he doesn't want to be torn away from a potential game opportunity with this new fox girl!

Paula holds her knees to herself and welcomes the hug from Miranda, turning her head away from the terribly morbid sight. She nods numbly at the girl's comforting words, closing her eyes tight.

Be strong. , she tells herself, There is still a feeling of Death here... Please be strong.

Paula chances a look  down to the ring again, clinging tighter to Miranda as she sees Blake rise and walk. "... Death! That... that can't be the work of life... Who is that creature?"

Timothius backs up a bit and says, "...wasn't willing to take the chance you couldn't heal yourself... but if you are sure you'll be OK..."

He spreads his wings and returns to the throne of Mittens. "Sorry... I thought the guy would die if I didn't go do something. Don't laugh... not everyone who looks undead really is. Now then... what were you saying before we were interrupted?"

Alexis nods to Prism. "I've heard that has happened." then looks at J'Renn. "Just fyi, the one who is fighting against Raichel is a male. Men have narrow hips, broad shoulders and heavier brows. Women have wide hips by comparison, narrower shoulder width and larger chests." she points at her own chest.

Upon noting Emerald's book's abilities, Alexis strokes her chin. Handy, that.

Raichel takes a few steps back and gives Blake a sideways glance. How is she supposed to impress this guy? She gets into a ready stance and narrows her eyes as if trying to focus on what to do. She doesn't wanna vaporize him (which it looks like she could at this point), but in the same breathe she doesn't wanna lose. Low amperage, high voltage. Less rend, more shock. That's looking like her only option.

"You know... I reeeeeally didn't wanna hurt you as badly as, well, you already are. Please tell me that didn't hurt all that much..." she asks in a hopeful tone. If Blake is looking closely, he can see Raichel is ever so slightly tense and the very tips of her fingers are shaking ever so slightly.

Emerald grins at the now face-to-face Cham and says, "I admit a staring contest would be very boring. I got an idea: See, I'm an entertainer, so one of the things I like doing is song and dance. We could go back and forth making the soundtrack to the current fight and whoever messes up the lyrics first, loses. But if neither of us mess up by the time the fight is over, then we both win!"

Emerald only hopes this is a sufficient challenge to the coon and admits that it will be quite challenging to her despite years of practice. Coming up with lyrics and music on the fly is NOT easy.

Miranda feels a shiver all throughout her body as Blake reforms his face. "Ewe...?" she says quietly. Then in answer to Paula, she says, "I dunno who that is... but he doesn't seem to be a threat to us, ma'am..."

Miranda sees a food vender walking by, however, and says, "Over here!", catching his attention and Miranda orders a couple hot-dogs, immediately beginning to eat one. She offers the other to Paula. "By the way... my name is Miranda."

  Blake shrugs, stepping towards Raichel as the rest of his flesh and clothing replace themselves leaving a normal (if seven foot tall) looking man.  “It always hurts, and normally instantly fatal injuries are not, letting me feel what others miss.”

  Blake’s skin takes on its first noted pale coloring, and he raises a fist with it’s knucklebones exposing themselves.  “It does remind me that I still live, however.”

  And with that,  Blake reminds the audience that they are here to fight (well, Raichel and Blake are anyways) with an average quality bone powdering jab sent towards Raichel’s jaw.

  And if at first Blake doesn’t succeed, try try again.
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"No prob," Mittens answers Timothius with a smile when he returns, "I would expect no less than for you to keep your promise.  Heh... I know quite a few people who look undead when they first wake up.  Or act it anyway.  I think we were just about to discuss the new 'fight' if you can call it that.  Though I have to admit the fox's suggestion is a good one.  Another fight would distract from the main event, but a song competition is perfect!  That I can enjoy at the same time!  What a day!  I'm liking everyone here more and more!"

"Awesome!" she cheers when Blake renews both his face and his assault, "This guy is like...  well he's like...  DANG!  I've never fought anything like him!  Sweet!"

She pumps her fist in a "kaching" manner.

Prism too approves of Emerald's suggestion, but for very different reasons.  Non-violence being one of the more popular ones.  They're also curious about J'Renn's comments and how matter-of-factly Alexis corrected her without batting an eye.  She must be very used to meeting extraterrestrials who are unfamiliar with alien gender.  The Alexis committee notes that Alexis used visual indicators for gender exclusively.  They theorize that this is a clue into the Queen's personality.

The J'Renn committee notes that "she" has not offered a gender for herself yet, but concludes that it would likely be rude to ask.  They also conclude that it would be better to simply agree than to offer reasons why armies might not be better able than a small group of powerful individuals to travel to the center of the universe.

Prism nods to J'Renn's comments and Alexis' answers, but says nothing about them.

"It's good to see that Raichel didn't want to destroy Blake and that he survived."
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J'Renn looks around thoughtfully, getting some practice guessing everyone's gender.  (Really?  Does that apply to just your species, or is it common amongst most of the species here?) she asks looking over at Timothious and Mittens.  (So...  They are male?) she asks.

She senses the combatants getting ready to begin again, and her attention turns back to the fight.  (Oh, those two smaller creatures wandered into the Arena.  They don't seem too concerned about getting caught up in the other battle.) she mentions confuedly.

As Prisim mentions thier satisfaction at both combatants survival, she mentions (I don't think either of them feel that they can be defeated.  I don't sense much concern about thier own survival.).

At Emerald's challenge to him, Cham's face widens in a near Cheshire Cat-like grin, "Heh heh heh... Did you just challenge me... to an improv contest?"
Before Emmy can respond to that, Cham flips off of her head and lands on his tail like a pogo stick, pointing dramatically at the fox, "You're on! Heehee! And I'm gonna start it..." He flops down to his feet and snaps his fingers to a beat, "And a one, and a two, and...!"

In an amazing flourish, Cham reaches behind him to the ground and seeming tears a part of it away like a blanket, revealing a group of four raccoons, complete with instruments and a microphone on stand. Cham himself is in a red leather jacket and his head fur is sticking out at crazy angles.

The band immediately starts playing in a heavy pop-rock tone and Cham grabs hold of the mic as the events in the ring unfold between Blake and Raichel and Blake makes his attack(s).

"'Cause this is THRILLER!
Thrill-er night!
And no one's gonna save you from the beast about strike, girl!
You know it's THRILLER!
Thrill-er night!
You're fighting for your life inside a *gasp* killer... thriller... to-ni-ight!"

And, yes... Cham does do the dance moves, along with any of the raccoons behind him who aren't jamming out on their instruments for the song.

Paula shudders as she lets her eyes look at the ring and linger there as Blake quickly repairs himself. She shakes her head as she looks at the sight, almost missing Miranda's words.  When she realizes what was said, she looks at her new companion with slight concern before looking away, unsure if she believes that or not.

The food is a surprisingly welcome gift to Paula when it comes. Her tummy growls when the hot dog comes close, causing her to blush in embarrassment as she takes it, "Thank you... Miranda.  My name is Paula. It's very nice to meet you."

She looks at Miranda as she eats, not wanting to see the sight of Blake as she puts food down her throat. Looking closer, she tilts her head, "You don't seem like you like this kind of violence any more than I do... If you don't mind my asking, are you here for something else?"

Timothius raises an eyebrow as he watches the fight continue. What Blake said about "most who wore your crown" has not escaped Timothius's thoughts as he sits there thinking about it. Blake regenerates, appears to be some kind of undead dude and mentions life royalty being... well... annoying. He doesn't jump to conclusions, but Timothius has figured the possibility of this guy being the rumored ruler of the Death Kingdom.

Alexis squirms in her seat, feeling like nature is being turned inside out. But she reminds herself that's only how she feels and not the fact of the matter. In the basest sense of the term, there isn't really such a thing as unnatural.

She nods in agreement with Prism then addresses J'Renn. "Timothius, the white one with the halo over his head and wings on his back... he is a male. Mittens... the ob... the brown cat sitting on the fire throne is a female. See? Big, round chest just like me. It's common for most races, actually, to have male and female."

Alexis doesn't miss J'Renn's observation about Cham and Emerald, though. "Yeah... they do seem a bit... confident."

Raichel manages at the last moment to roll with Blake's first punch and then proceeds with Neo-esqu high-speed blocking as Blake continues his assault. "Impress you... how am I supposed to do that?" Oh well, there's always seeing how well she can hold her own against him without downright vaporizing the guy.

With a powerful thrust, ki flowing from her body into her palm as she goes for a strike at his kidney. "You must be pretty used to pain, then." she comments, not looking as worried as before.

She can hear the audience going wild from the fight. She wonders if she should finally just bite the bullet and start fighting from the air. Whether she hit Blake or not, she was ready for a grab and retracted her arm very quickly before she jumps up and backward into the air... and stays there, hovering. Raichel shoots a few minor bolts at Blake to see how he deals with being ground bound vs a flying blaster.

While Cham began his performance, Emerald opened a door in the air as if she knew this invisible door was there. She peeks inside, occasionally peeking out and smiling at Cham's show. She's a good sport and claps for him or cheers whenever he does a particularly good dance move. After all... she'll have to wait till his song is over before she can compete with him. "Aha... there it is." she says quietly to herself before pulling out a pair of gloves and putting them on. She then proceeds to close the invisible door and enjoys Cham's performance.

The crowd, of course, is thoroughly entertained by Cham. Emerald is clapping right along with them, occasionally whistling at him. Emerald waits her turn to step in and do her thing.

Miranda nods, keeping her eyes on the fight, "It's a big event. Already, at least 4 very important people have shown up. The fire queen was expected since this IS a fire nation event and something like this arena is very traditionally fire-like. But the king of life is here as well as the ex-ruler of thunder. I am here as the eyes and ears of a friend of mine who wants to learn about current events. Admittedly, I'm curious m'self." she comments before munching on her hot dog.

Miranda then smiles and cheers for Cham as he puts on a thrilling performance. She finally looks back at Paula. "Why are you here then?"

  Blake does not seem particularly surprised by his failure to give Raichel a gigantic dental bill.  Although he does seem confused when Raichel strikes him.

  "...Okay, we've established that decapitation doesn't upset me.  But you think rupturing my kidney is oh right, distraction."   And there go his eyebrows again.

  He considers the lack of convenient scenery to throw at his currently airborne opponent, as his mildly fried face heals over.  Ah, of course.  The obvious.

  So far as tearing out one of his ribs and flicking it hard enough to punch through a car door at Raichel is obvious.  Hey, if it can hurt a Belmont, just might work... Or just fail, whatever.