Carth's magical adventure, ROUND TWO, MOTHERFUCKERS!

[Carthrat]

Carthrat's cloak goes flying into the air, as the man himself rushes behind the bum and points the barrel at his back.

"Sweet dreams."

A single bullets blasts towards the mans back..

[Anastasia]

The stun bullet impacts on the man's flesh, causing the electrical charge to knock the man out. Your cloak lands over him, covering him like a white sheet over a dead body.

"The winner by knockout is Carthrat Tanewaki! Let's give this rookie a cheer, folks!" The annoucer goes on as you retreive your cloak and are motioned to return to the ready room.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat twirls his cloak back on with a flourish and exits the arena, confident he put on a good show, if nothing else.

[Anastasia]

The robot greets you on your return. "Congratulations. Your prize money can be collected from the cashier's office." it says, turning afterwards to instruct a few other robots to go haul in the loser.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat heads on to the cashiers office, pondering how this sudden source of income will effect his living.

Lesse.. with any luck, I'll be able to clear up the other three fights today. If they're 50 creds each, that's a spare 200 credits I have.. I wonder how much the other fights are worth?

[Anastasia]

The cashier's office is a large room past the D, C, B, A and Special rank locker rooms, nicely lit and decorated with hopefully real greenry. Several relaxed and happy people are in line, each collecting the payment for a victory.

A sign on the wall is most informative.  In big, red letters -

D rank winnings C50

C rank winnings C125

B rank winnings C500

B rank, loser's winnings C100

A rank winnings C2000

A rank, loser's winnings C300

Special rank winnings/loser's winnings C10000+

You can almost see the drool marks that those Special ranks must garner.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat whistles. Who would've thought prizefighting could earn so much? After just a few weeks, he might be able to get himself a ship.

Especially if he had Rachel bet the money on him. That'd increase his income by an exponential rate. Though, of course, he had to win. Good as he was, Carthrat wasn't entirely fond of straight fights.

Oh well.

Heading up to the cashiers office, he requests his pay..

[Anastasia]

The cashier bot blinks for a moment. "Contest Carthrat Tanewaki confirmed to have won match 34432, rank D. C50 will be paid. Would you like to deposit this into an account or get a credit card?" it asks, going through the motions.

[Carthrat]

"Yeah, account number 257015B," says Carthrat, checking his bankcard. Dammit, been too long.

[Anastasia]

"Yes. Deposit confirmed. Thank you, and have a good day," the robot says, the next person in line jostling you.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat wanders outside the arena office, hunting for Rachel..

[Anastasia]

After a few minutes of searching, you find Rachel. "Good show," she says. "He wasn't even close to you, was he? So, is this a viable source of income?"

[Carthrat]

"Yes," replies Carthrat, shrugging. "The top-tier gladiators make in excess of 10,000 credits, even if they lose. Of course, they have to survive..

I'm not sure I like it, but it's something I can do."

[Anastasia]

"Are there any other options, Carthrat?" she asks. "I mean, I was thinking...perhaps I could at least probably get a bit of work with my magical talents." she says, blushing. "A curing spell or blindness curing spell for a few credits would probably be cheaper than the technological alternative, right?"

[Carthrat]

"Most likely," says Carthrat. "Though plenty of people don't believe in magic. You might end up with a reputation."