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Hippo Island Invasion [Closed]

((OOC: The mayhem starts at 12!  That's in 2 hours, Mac Baby! A post will appear for arrivals at the airport, and we'll go from there. Everyone will be split into 3 teams, one thread for each team. We'll coordinate over AIM as needed! Fight like a weasel!))



Hippo Island Airport is much like every other airport on smallish islands. Small, but still reasonably airport-like. Busy travelers and tourists visit the island. King Hippo is no fool; even deranged with Tyranny, he sees the merits of having a thriving tourist and business trade (to support his insane war machinations).

One tourist looks bored. Greying hair, panama hat, sunglasses, lei, and a Haiwaiian shirt with a definite sunset motif. He's staring at his watch, glancing at his ticket, and grumbling. He has a large piece of what looks to be carry-on luggage with him. It seems almost too large, too rugged, too full of stuff. To almost everyone, he looks like a bored tourist, waiting to leave. To the boxers of the WVBA, he is instantly recognizable.

He is the Referee. And he is not happy to be here. He is waiting for the other boxers to show up. There is a row of empty airline waiting seats nearby.

(OOC: Boxers, there's your cue. Wear as much or as little disguise as you want. Once most people check in, we'll move things along.)

Re: [Arrival]

A rather imposing-looking man, wearing a fedora and a somewhat obvious toupee, steps up to one of the seats with a small rolling case behind him and sits down. He takes a bottle of water out of the case, unscrews the lid, and has a drink. After looking around a bit, the perfectly disguised Bald Bull whispers something to the referee.

"Do you think anyone is going to notice us yet?"

Re: [Arrival]

The Referee signs. Not until one or two more of you show up.

Re: [Arrival]

The second arrival, a well-dressed Japanese man, is wearing a business suit and sunglasses, trying his best to not look suspicious as he lugs his own rather thick briefcase with him. It is Piston Hondo, cleverly disguised as a businessman. He sits down a few seats away from the first boxer to arrive to help make the two less conspicuous-looking..

"Seems I am a bit earlier than expected."

Re: [Arrival]

*The Referee glances at his watch, and shoots Hondo a dark look. He taps his feet, waiting for the others. Three down, more than three to go.*

Re: [Arrival]

Hey, dudes!

Super Macho Man is incredibly bad at stealth anything, but thankfully his normal wear--loud Hawaiian shirt, gold chain (with an additional lei) and swim trunks--looks exactly like what's expected of a Hippo Island tourist anyway. He follows the group, then remembers that he's supposed to be at least slightly on the down-low.

Uh, I mean...hey dudes. How's it goin'? *whispers to the Ref* So, uh, when's the skull-crackin' gonna start? You got some machine guns in that bag o'yours?

Re: [Arrival]

Slowly, a very large man steps his way into the airport. He adjusts his simple, button down red and white plaid shirt and the deep blue suspenders to his overalls idly, just to give his free hand something to do. His mouth, normally fixed with a wide, toothy grin, now seemed hidden beneath his bushy brown beard, his mouth small and pursed with worry. A large bag is slung over his shoulder, resting against the small of his back in his meaty left hand's grasp. After his eyes scan the somewhat-crowded airport, he locates a recognizable man and heads for him, glancing his view about awkwardly.

With a *flumph* and a sigh, Bear Hugger sits himself and his bag o' stuff down for a short rest. He looks up at the Referee, but says nothing before his eyes glance about again.
World Circuit

August 2009

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