Stuck On You

[Zack Blaze]

“Wow, -that- sound is annoying,” Zack observed as he scrapped his foot against the strange material that lined the black and white mansion. His shoe provided a sound against the floor that was not unlike tearing paper at loud volumes. As he tried to lift his leg up, only to have to fight to get the limb unstuck from the ground. As soon as he entered the room, he found his entire wardrobe had transformed into some sort of soft, cushy fabric, the colors intact but now with little soft fuzzy things covering his entire form.

He looked at the strange particles that covered his hand as he waited for his opponent. It seemed the odd coat that covered him caused him to stick to any part of the room. Just beyond Zack stood a three foot fountain that instead of water spurted the same material that covered the chateau. Zack opened his mouth as though he wished to argue the logistics and physics of such a feat, but shook his head. “No. Not worth it.”

The fountain stood in the middle of two staircases lined with the same material, though it was a stark black to the decorations white. Above him stood a chandelier tinted with rows of whites and blacks, though somehow the piece still sound like glass as it dangled overhead. The rails that stood atop the stairs lead all the way to a platform where they met. The double white doors that lead to the next room over were also tinted black though the odd fabric that made up everything in the arena also coated them.

His Alerar guards decided to spare him his handcuffs so he could use all of his abilities in this battle. He cracked his knuckles and was tortured by the scrape sounds once more. This would be a very unique battle. The youth merely hoped he could finish his opponent quickly before the sound of the materials drove him to insanity.

((Bring it Tobes))

[Tobias Stalt]

Skriiiiitch! Skriiiiiiitch! Scrack....

Tobias knew in two and a half steps, this room would be his doom. "What," he huffed from exaggerated exertion, "the fuck," his balance was decidedly unaffected, but his body still felt disoriented by the grip of a strange substance, "is this, now?" When at last he stood and his breathing had leveled, he glanced around.

Nothing made sense, but he was used to that by now. His question lingered in the air like a rank fart, only to fade once he saw his opponent. "Zack Blaze," he muttered in a much less than excited tone, "just what I needed to make this a perfect day."

He knew the man more by reputation than anything, but his exploits in Eiskalt gave Tobias much deeper insight. Here was a man who thrived on chaos, in a room that looked the part. Discordant architecture plagued this place as if Picasso himself had played a major role in its design. Where water should have flowed, more fuzzy darkness spiraled out and festered like a ball pit at McDonald's. Tobias knew, to fall there meant grave consequence.

He might actually have fun. Oh, perish the thought!

"I..." Tobias made to draw a weapon, then realized something unnerving. With a sound like rubbing sandpaper together, his hand stuck to the hilt and he couldn't free it. At least, not easily. "Oh, come the fuck ON!" At this point, Tobias realized that by some malign twist of fate, he was covered in the evil fuzz.

"Now you have to wonder," Blaze taunted, "who you screwed over to end up in here with me."

"You want a list?" Tobias drawled as he finally wrenched his hand free of the hilt with a sound not unlike peeling tape from a box. Weapons were useless in this place, wherever it was. "I feel like we'll have plenty of time to sort it out in here." Another ostentatious ripping sound reverberated the room as Tobias managed another step forward.

[Zack Blaze]

The man with the golden eyes. Zack stroked an imaginary beard as a smile crept across the street fighter’s features. Blaze heard of the man that stood before him, the menace to magic, the rue of the runes, the bane of the arcane, Tobias Stalt. This was a warrior that would stoop to anything to achieve victory in battle. Stalt was not above sexual innuendos, phallic imagery or even outright making out with his opponent to get the job done.

Tobias Stalt was a man Zack Blaze could learn to respect.

The youth slammed his fist into his hand only to be reminded by the handicap they had both been given. The boy struggled to unstick his fist from his open palm and was once again ‘treated’ to the shrill sound he’d grown to hate. He extended his arms out and shook them as if they were covered in bugs, a way to warm up his limbs. He rolled his shoulders and made a concentrated effort to hop on one foot then the other. Each bounce of the heels came slower than usual due to the sticky situation that was the terrain.

“Pleasure to meet you, Tardbias,” Zack spoke as he brought his thumb across the bottom of his nose. The street fighter knew he would have to be cautious about contact with anything in this strange battlefield. “Kinda have to wonder what happens if you can actually land a blow on somebody, huh?”

Zack smiled and within seconds the room illuminated as though the boy’s teeth were the sun itself. The boy reared back as his blinding technique shined throughout the stark black and white arena, and spat as hard as he could through the air towards his foe. He could feel the saliva as it left his mouth, full of venomous chemicals that would no doubt stupefy his unaware rival if it got close enough.

What left Zack’s body was not the mist the street fighter was accustomed to using. Instead, a slew of green cubes flew through the air towards Tobias. Zack watched as the insignificant items flew towards his fellow warrior, though he was unsure if Tobias had allowed himself to get caught by the bright beginning the brawler opened with.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed. Maybe, just maybe, they’ll still have a poisonous effect, Zack thought as he peeled his thumb and forefinger off of his flesh.