Oh, the people we'll meet (Open ended, Join in)

"And that's okay! Can't blame anybody for pretending now and then. It's fun. Though honestly why you'd pretend to be Thor is beyond me. You could pretend to be, um, I don't know... Silvio Leon! He's cool and a dreamboat. Can't go wrong pretending to be him for a while."

Kohaku sat on the floor across from the car, folding his legs beneath him. Leaning in, Kohaku took on a conspiratorial tone.

"In fact, I'll let you in on a little secret. I'm not really a human, I'm just a fox pretending to be one."

Matt looked after Jenova as she left. Not leering, simply observing. The woman was cold. Not the social type. He chuckled to himself. He could probably relate, if he wanted to. He finally turned his eyes to the odd fellow talking to the car. No, not a sentence he ever really wanted to formulate. But, here we are. He knelt in front of the car, and the sock therein

"You know, i could tell you weren't Thor. You're much taller" He joked "and.." He reached out deftly then, and tipped the car over onto it's side "He could get up from that by himself" Matt then regarded the fox guy and nodded "Saw your match at Underground. Way to fight, kid." He offered the compliment sincerely, if flatly

Knox stares Fujihara down even as he barks in laughter. He lets out a light chuckle and shakes his head before quipping "So, youre one of those guys" A pause, before he continues not waiting for the man to respond of inquire "Say somethin smart, pick a fight then laugh it off like you're only joking" He steps forward, staring at him darkly "Can't even take a fucking compliment, can you KID?"

A few people stopped to look over at the two members of the roster a moment. Before Knox's somber, angered face broke into a shit eating grin

"I can always respect a troll." He says sincerely, offering his hand.

Making friends, influencing people.

Oh look, here's someone new.

Mitch Heart paced through the halls of the Carnage Arena, getting to know the place. He wasn't in town for long, just enough to tie up the last particulars before his debut at Chaos. He wanted to know the place, anywhere that people could hide, blind spots. You want to know all the possible places you could get jumped, after all. Mitch didn't want to come into a brand new place the first day of work only to have some old head try to establish the pecking order, or a fellow newcomer- maybe that jabberjaw Leonhart- try to eliminate the competition.

He was wearing pretty much the exact same thing he'd been seen wearing in the promo tape he'd sent in- the worn boots, battered jeans, sleeveless black hoodie. He also had a pair of headphones around his neck- first generation Skullcandy Hesh with scuffs on the plastic and bits peeling off the faux leather ear cushions. A song could be faintly heard playing from them.

I'm in the staking bar, I got debts, I'm a debaser
Saturn's about to make love, and I'm just a heartbreaker

Pushing a door open, Mitch stepped into the gym, checking out the array of equipment he had to work with.

(Open!)

Knox lets a quiet, bewildered sigh pass over his pale lips. He pinches the bridge of his nose, and turns to leave. Another character, catches his eye though. One of the utmost importance. He considers Amber for a moment. In truth, back when he was active in FWF women were still kept to their own division. Only ever saw them in the ring with a male competitor for intergender tag bouts. And now, in his first night in action, he saw this woman. This woman who was World Champion. Go sixty minutes and nearly murder a man.

Just the kind of friends we should all strive to make. 

He makes his way over, tossing the now empty water bottle into a recycling bin as he moves. He pays her the same nod he paid Jenovah on approach "Champ." He says with a confident, kind voice "Name's Matt. Matt Knox. Thought i'd offer my congratulations on the title defense, and give you the tired ass line about keeping the belt warm for me"

For a moment it was if the man in the hoodie had seen a gorgon. His body, already tense, went completely rigid. His fists clenched, his jaw tightened. Everything seemed to stop, the sound of the music coming through the headphones around his neck the only thing cutting through the silence.

With the holograms beside me
I'll dance alone tonight
in a mirrored world, are you beside me
all my life?

Mitch let out a breath, his body loosening up just a little. The effect was similar to an animal who can't see a potential predator but knows, just knows, it's there and will pounce at any second.

"...yeah. Think I saw yours too. The kid with the tattoos who reads people's fortunes."

He wasn't sure how much stock he put into that stuff. The magical and wondrous seemed to avoid Detroit altogether, if it even existed- either it'd found its way to Baltimore instead or the kid had a brilliant method of psyching people out. Mitch was fairly sure it was the latter.