Soul

Soul's eyes widened and he stood up off the ground as the old man walked into the warehouse. That's the old man from the factory last night! But, he's also... Soul racked his brain for the right memory. He's a previous champ, remember? Stan Masters, and he was very acquaintanced with Ash's father.

Masters walked over to the unconscious Dagen and examined him, then asked Ash for an explanation. While he did, Ash was obviously tense, and Masters seemed very concerned. Soul noticed Misty put her hand on Ash's shoulder, and something bright near his head. Weird. Masters called for Ash and Misty to step aside, so Soul walked over next to the others and sat on the table, facing Dagen. What exactly happened while we were fighting? And what is Gramps doing here?

MegaMan

The explosion made the claw trooper flinch, and another noticeable change happened. He's back to himself, but why... MegaMan's eyes widened in sudden realization. Now would be the perfect time for his technique, but it would render him completely defenseless. No, stick to this. A small charge began to build within the Buster. MegaMan held it in his immobilized opponents direction, held it for several seconds to continue the charge, then released.

MegaMan

Before MegaMan had even swung, his opponent anticipated his attack and sliced away in his direction. Barely able to keep up with the claw troopers speed, he tried his best to block the slices, but could feel a claw scrape along his arm. Wincing from the slight pain he retaliated with a series of quick slices, trying to use his extended sword range to keep a good distance.

Gix

Blades collided, and sparks flew in all directions. Gix was broken out of his spinning, and realized his claws were caught on the guys swords. They began to glow red hot from the energy. "Whoa, glad it was just these..." He couldn't imagine what would have become of him if he was off by a few inches. He broke free, and since his opponent was close enough, went for phase two. "Shield Buster!" Gix sent a fast strike towards his foes abdomen.

MegaMan

The two collided, and their weapons got caught on each other. After untangling themselves, the opponent quickly aimed for MegaMan's stomach, saying something about a Buster. Another quick plan! He held his sword in a vertical stance, just meaning to block the blow. He could feel the blades collide once again, sending a jolt of force through his body. Since he likes Busters... Using the force from the blow and his own legs, he jumped backwards towards another planet, and materialized his Mega Buster. He charged a shot, and aimed for the Claw Trooper, and knew that even if it didn't connect it would most likely kick up some amount of debris.

Soul

He felt the strong grip of Ash shake his hand, and noticed the slightly hidden menacing look he was receiving from Misty. He thought to himself, Whether she acknowledges it or not, I apologized sincerely. I admire her, as she's a superb battler and a few years my senior, but I guess I'll have to work on respect.

Ash sat back down, motioning to sit anywhere, but as soon as he did, the newly proclaimed Dagen walked to the middle of the room and readied himself for battle. No holding back, you're my unofficial rival and I want to fight you like one! Soul pulled his Sync Band out from underneath his jacket sleeve and pressed the button, bringing up a menu with only two options. He pressed the top option, making his vision go black while his mind was transported far away.

MegaMan

Opening his eyes, he looked around to see that he was standing on a small planet about the size of a small neighborhood. Looking farther there were several other of the same general size planets, (probably a good jump away with the help of low gravity), all roughly lined up, ending in a black hole. I'll have to be careful, can't get too close to that vortex. He readied himself by materializing his Energy Sword, remembering that his opponent was a close range fighter.

Soul

The Stranger walked away, leaving no trace of his existence except the memory of him. Well, that sounded useful. Then again, how many warehouses could be in say a twenty block radius from here? He turned around and realized once again that he had no idea where to go. Well isn't this just perfect. No idea where to go, and hardly a hint to go on. Don't be so lazy all the time. The man said he was with the son of the late champion, so it's obvious that he's with that Hakima guy.

Soul straightened his back and thought for a moment, then knocked himself on the head. Of course. He drove away from this shop yesterday in a nice souped up car. And he went... He turned to see the stoplight he remembered the car turning left at turn yellow, and then to red, and realized he only had so long to cross. He took off sprinting down the street, looking for any sort of big building. I really oughta get a bike or something. I've got my license but a car isn't my style. Maybe a motorcycle.

After about a half an hour of jogging and light sweating under the dark thunderheads of the oncoming storm, he finally managed to find something that could once have been called a warehouse. The sports car was parked outside, next to it a motor bike. Remembering his want for a vehicle earlier, he made a mental note to ask whose it was once he got inside. He bent over for a second to catch his breath, but then knocked on the door he saw, trying to be polite. I've probably been rude enough with them.

Soul

Bored after a few hours of scanning the web for older video games, (and half as much time finding the better ones), Soul decided he could go for a walk. After a quick but stern talk from his father:

Not too long today bud, you came back pretty late last time. Yeah yeah, I already apologized. But this time I promise, before eleven. I'll be back. I'm serious this time. News networks have been reporting that local police forces have been cracking down on curfews since the shutdown of battles. Not to mention that I know how much you liked them. I get it Dad, if it makes you feel better I'll be back by ten, or even nine. Eleven is fine son. Just keep yourself in line.

he decided to aimlessly walk around the city. He dined at a gourmet restaurant out of sheer boredom, but an hour later his stomach told him that the portions were too small. He found himself back at the ice cream shop from yesterday, and decided on a burger and sea salt ice cream.

After sitting outside and polishing everything off quickly, he leaned his head back and stared at the clouds. Still bored, I see. Yeah well, there's not exactly anything to do while waiting for my orders to ship. So go battle someone. I wouldn't mind, and I doubt that if you found someone safe that anything could happen. And how am I supposed to find them, a magic map?

@ the Stranger
Soul tipped his head forward again and saw a shady character across the street. He wanted to approach the man, but he felt immobilized. He was brought back to reality by a voice in his head. Talk to him. Don't know why, but you should. Soul got up and crossed the street at a safe moment, and approached the man. Can you help me?

Soul

Soul turned to look out the window, seeing the first light of dawn crawling it's way in. It quickly faded, being replaced by thunderclouds. "Guess it's going to rain later. The thunder will be nice to watch." He had gotten home late, (luckily his parents weren't at the door to meet him), and he decided to stay up and tinker with some of his own gadgets. Most of them didn't work, but their ideas were what kept him working. A miniature hover car, a self recharging battery, a notepad and headband that read your brainwaves and wrote them down.

He was up all night messing around with these little things, and none of them worked yet, but the real reason why he was up was because he was thinking about the Underground, and if he'd get another chance to battle. "I understand that the cops are trying to keep us safe, but honestly, who'd want to kill over something like this? I just want something to do!" Soul put his tools down and leaned back in his chair, deciding too take a break, maybe a nap.

"Well we do have something to do, your dad's got all those game's he's made, why not try those again?" MegaMan's clear voice pushed through the cloudiness of Soul's brain. It had been a while since he had contacted Soul like that, he had almost forgotten that it was possible. "Because of just that, it's again. I've already played through all of them." There was a pause while MegaMan thought. "You could try online gaming, or go on some bidding website and try and get older generations of games to play." Soul sat up and leaned forward again. "Not a bad idea." He pulled himself over to his computer and started typing away.