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| Inter-Round "Cafeteria"; The In Character chat between beatings | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 26 2009, 04:08 PM (6,446 Views) | |
| Lord Bowie | Apr 26 2009, 04:08 PM Post #1 |
What is the difference between a duck?
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*locked up until the final roster and opening story are set.* |
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| Lord Tora Unlimited Crusader | Aug 15 2009, 03:38 AM Post #2 |
【The Knight of Tigers 】
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As the fighters regained conciousness, they would soon realise that their new surroundings were quite different to where they originally began. Instead of the dimly-lit arena they had been in earlier, they were now in a place that resembled an innocuous-looking cafe or diner. Mind you, the mere presence of the judges quickly dispersed the illusion of harmlessness. "Wakey-wakey, you lot," said Sadistic, "And welcome to the Cafeteria. It's nothing much, but it'll serve well enough as your temporary... accomodations while we prepare the arena between rounds." "Don't bother attempting to escape, destroy or otherwise free yourselves from the confines of this premises," added Timotheus, "What you are currently perceiving is merely an illusion concocted by your feeble minds to protect you from the reality that you are currently dismbodied spirit-forms removed from your physical shells and imprisoned within a containment device of our own design-" "Or to be more blunt," Tokui interrupted, "We pretty much stuffed your souls in a jar until your fight comes up. It's mostly for your own protection," he added, supressing a laugh. Sadistic gave a light cough into his fist and arched an eyebrow at the other two. "Do you mind? I wasn't finished yet," he said. The other two exchanged a glance, then shrugged and fell silent. "In any case, my two colleagues are entirely correct," he continued, "To prevent any unpleasantries, we have temporarily removed your souls and placed you in here for convenience's sake. Just be warned that, if you get in a fight here, it won't affect you physically once you get into the arena, but you'll still feel the fatigue. So... try not to get too rowdy. The audience isn't very fond of half-assed action." He grinned and indulged himself with a sinister little chuckle, then spread his hands out. "So! Any questions?" |
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| Captain Olimar | Aug 15 2009, 04:41 AM Post #3 |
Mushroom Hill Act 2
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"Yeah!" Leo said quickly standing up from the floor he woke up on. He looked at the others, then looked at Sadistic. "What do you have to gain from trapping us in here!?!" He asked. "Is this your idea of fun or something?" |
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| Red Ranger Eater | Aug 15 2009, 06:03 AM Post #4 |
*Attacks you directly*
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"How'd I get here?" Said vanadium tapping his claw on a random counter in an impatient manner, the logic (or lack thereof) of the situation annoying him to no end. "Do I LOOK like I have a soul? I'm a robot for god's sake." |
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Aug 15 2009, 06:36 AM Post #5 |
I object to your claims
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Blaire slowly opened those blue eyes of hers, a dizzying sensation washing over her. The Siberian Husky found herself lying on the ground, jet black nose touching cold linoleum. She let out a deep sigh, before moving her red-gloved paws in front of her. Her arms bent at the shoulders, Blaire used the strength to push herself up to her hands and knees. Next, the dog swung her legs underneath her body, fingertips still touching the linoleum. Finally, she pushed herself into a fully standing position, her posture straight. A second sigh escaped her mouth as she rubbed her head-those pointy ears were sent back, springing back up when Blaire removed her paw. She took this time to look around the room, eyes scanning the vicinity. "Well," she thought, placing her paws on her hips. "At least I'm not in some claustrophobia inducing dungeon. Maybe things-" It was the sight of the judges and sound of their words that brought Blaire to reality. "Oh great..." she muttered, having heard their words. "My very soul is trapped inside a metaphorical jar disguised as a cafeteria." the dog threw her paws up in the air in frustration, as she made a sarcastic remark. "What fun!" For the third time since she had woken up, Blaire sighed-a deep, exasperated sigh. The Siberian Husky turned away from the judges and walked off, the sound of clomping footsteps caused by the soles of boots made of leather dyed a dark purple. The dog made her way to a circular chair connected to a wood table. With yet another sigh, the canine sat down on the seat-those red-gloved paws moved underneath that lavender-furred muzzle, providing a resting place for her chin. “I have a feeling...things are going to get worse before they get better...” Edited by HollyYoshi, Aug 15 2009, 06:42 AM.
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| Royal Conquest | Aug 15 2009, 07:36 AM Post #6 |
CANADIAN EH
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The light blue hedgehog opened his eyes from where he lay slumped against the wall in a corner of the cafeteria. His violet eyes looked up, as Sebastian was still trying to figure out what had just happened. His head was pounding as he surveyed the area. He glanced at the other contestants, and then noticed the hosts. He tried to stand, but found that it was best if he stayed down as his head was still killing him. He sighed and closed his eyes; listening to his current enemies. He knew that with Tokui hosting this tournament, things could get ugly. He didn't know much about the other two, but to be honest, Sadistic looked the most dangerous to him. He wasn't sure if he could win a fight against him if it came down to that. After the judges finished speaking, Sebastian sighed again. 'My soul? They've taken my soul? But how? When? What the hell! This isn't fair. How am I supposed to do anything if they can just take my soul the instant I step out of line!?' Sebastian began to feel angry, but held it in. This was not the time or the place. According to them, there was no escape so it seems he had to be prepared to fight to the death. "Hmm..." Sebastian muttered, sitting up and ignoring his headache. "It's not really my thing to kill my opponent... I mean, I'm alright with beating them up and such; I mean, I will fight seriously. But fighting to kill in a battle tournament? I'm gonna need to cut back on the whole mercy thing." Slowly, he stood. His sword was still strapped to his back, which he thought was weird considering he was but a soul now. Of course, his sword did carry a spirit... His RpD was still in his arm, it was a good secret weapon as no one knew that there was a gun in there. He ran a hand through his light blue quills sighed for a third time, and laughed a bit at his situation. He'd been in situations like this before, but he'd also never felt so much in danger. The thrill of it excited, yet scared him. He was pretty pumped was all he could say about the way he felt about all of this. |
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| Badx | Aug 15 2009, 09:13 AM Post #7 |
The airbrush is my bitch
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The red boy lay sprawled across a tabletop, awake yet too droggy to attempt doing anything. Still managing to listen in on the hosts' words he went over everything in his head; So I'm being forced to fight a tournament in hell, to the death, for the amusement of some demonic forces, against some guys who could more than likely beat seven shades of shit out of me... Grunting to himself the boy smacked himself in the face as if dissappointed in himself. "...Although, they did say that this is all in the mind..." Sitting up, he looked over the tournament's ringleaders "So while we're here, anything we do will only be temporary." Rolling his eyes a bit, he smiled. "So, 'theoretically' if I were to rape someone, once we left here, any physical or mental trauma would be gone?" Preferring not to wait for a response he leaped off the table and went on. "I can kind of overlook the abduction thing, considering in return I get to let loose on some weaksauce wannabes" Eyeing his competition he confirmed what he had feared, most of the competitors looking like they had been prepared to fight, and himself looking as if he had gotten the application the day before and came in his street clothes. Nevertheless he decided to play himself up a bit. "I can get behind this." Slightly bowing to the hosts he looked up at them, grinning. "The impeccable B-" He stopped short, thinking to himself. An introduction here wouldn't be nearly as flashly enough... Standing up straight he placed his hand against his chest and gave a slight smile. "Well, who I am isn't important, you just need to know that I'm more than willing to do whatever it takes to entertain." Turning away he sat atop the table he had woken up on, resting his head in his hands he whispered "Just call me when the action starts." |
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| Red Ranger Eater | Aug 15 2009, 10:05 AM Post #8 |
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*Attacks you directly*
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" That's it, I dont know who you think you are but you've broken my last nerve, let me out of here now or the consequences will be unimaginable for you" Vanadium raged as cleanly cut a table in two with one of his energy sabers. "I wasn't forced into this little game to be kidnapped and trapped in a stupid souljar, I was forced here to win the prize and report back to my superior, THATS IT!" "and as many countless others have found out the hard way, messing with me is not a wise choice" |
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| Nail Strafer | Aug 15 2009, 12:54 PM Post #9 |
Flying Battery Act 2
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"I'll remember to battle half-assed then" Nail muttered, after he had awoken and listened to the conversation. May as well insure that his death was not entertaining so that these people didn't get anything out of the show. "Oh, and I do have a question. When are you going to leave? I'm already tired of your company." He thought about checking his weapons as a distraction, but if this really was an illusion, what was the point? These weapons he saw with him probably weren't the real thing. But he did it anyway, to pass the time until the judges left. Besides, he always found it quite comforting to check his gear. Mostly because it put him at peace of mind that he was prepared for battles ahead. So he walked to the back corner and unfurled his cloth bundle partially to reveal weapons magazines. He started checking each of them to make sure they were full...then he pulled out his pistol to check and make sure that was sighted properly and that the slide could cleanly move. Edited by Nail Strafer, Aug 15 2009, 01:05 PM.
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| Lord Master of Darkness™ | Aug 15 2009, 04:24 PM Post #10 |
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As awake as everyone else, the dark knight sat on the floor, taking in everything that was being said. Ain't no point in getting wound up now, he thought, watching everyone hurl abuse towards the three hosts - and some even being passive aggressive. He's right, it's wasted energy. And if we can't kill each other and are in spirit form, chances are these guys are too. Damn, I should have learned some proper magic when I had the chance, could work against spirits and goblins and shit like that... After telling his armour to be light again, Adokas stood up carefully and stretched his legs casually. Nothing seemed to be wrong or broken... "Hey, boy blue," Adokas called out towards the rather pissed-off young hedgehog from before, having taken note of the fact he was eyeing up the guys in charge. "I know what you're thinking but trust me, this ain't the time or place." The possum began a slow wander over towards an unoccupied area of the cafe, arms folded and brow furrowed in concentration. He jerked with his head in the direction of the blue hedgehog, indicating he should follow the armoured one. Of course, there was not much point in plotting quietly; these guys would obviously have some sort of surveillance in every part of the area and some of the immune-to-hell-and-fiery-demons-and-can-instantly-dodge-an-attack "kids" that were down here with him would no doubt be able to hear him from all the way across the large busy room, even if he were to whisper. Or one of them would happen to be unnoticed by Adokas as he selected his quiet part of the room to wander to and pop up unexpectedly as he delievered his proposal to the blue boy. |
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| Zak | Aug 15 2009, 05:42 PM Post #11 |
For The Circle
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"well, This was unexpected." He said, of course, probably like most of the others here, this wasn't the weirdest thing that's ever happened to him. He sat down and formed small disk of ice. Then started to flick it like coin so it would spin, then settle after a while. |
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| `TakeCare | Aug 15 2009, 06:04 PM Post #12 |
-sigh-
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Stretching his back and his wings the spiked shelled koopa heard what was said and was rather depressed to the fact. He didn't show much care though and only desired to observe his settings. He walked over to the corner Nail. His eyes showed amazement, apparently he was oblivious to the weaponry this fox brought along. It seemed as simple as his hammer, but it didn't seem to be designed for bashing others. "What are these," Specs asked adjusting his glasses, while mentally noting not to mess with other peoples equipment. |
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| Nail Strafer | Aug 15 2009, 06:22 PM Post #13 |
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Flying Battery Act 2
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Nail looked up in surprise at the koopa. A lot of people here looked like they preferred old fashioned weapons like swords, but he didn't think there'd be some that were ignorant of what guns were. Then again, this one looked odd, and not from any place Nail knew. He had never seen a koopa before... Still, best to be polite. He was glad to have someone else to talk to besides the hosts. "Well, it's a handgun..." he said, showing Specs the gun. "Designed to be used as a ranged weapon. It fires these things..." he ejected one of the bullets from a magazine to show it to him. "It looks small, but at the high speeds the gun fires them at, they do a lot of damage to most kinds of bodily tissue. These things," he held up a magazine, "are used to load the weapons quickly when ammunition runs out." The two guns that Nail brought with him used a special type of pistol-sized round called 5.7mm. Most pistol-sized ammo like the 9mm had a rounded end, but the 5.7mm round was conical in shape, like a rifle round. This allowed for much greater armor penetration than more common pistol ammo. While it was highly effective in defeating bulletproof vests, Nail was wondering how effective it would be on some of the armor he was seeing others wearing. |
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| `TakeCare | Aug 15 2009, 07:20 PM Post #14 |
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"Huh," Specs scratched the side of his cheek with his Masher. With his wings folding back he tilted his head to the side, "it's like a more effective bow and arrow set." Pointing the bottom of his mallet's neck to the magazine. The koopa made an obvious statement, "and with that carrier so close to your handgun it looks like you can shoot your metal pieces quite fast, too," his curiosity was driving his desires to know something he had never seen before. 'Maybe I can give Rain a handgun, if I can buy one from somewhere.' |
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| Royal Conquest | Aug 16 2009, 10:57 AM Post #15 |
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CANADIAN EH
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Sebastian nodded as Adokas' words made perfect sense. Now was not a good time to fight, that was for sure. He yawned a bit before he noticed the gesture Adokas had given him. It seems he wanted him to follow him? 'What could he want...?' Sebastian pondered before he made his way over to wear Adokas had gone. He did it as quietly as he could, so as not to draw attention to himself. The hedgehog sat across from the possum, eyeing him wearily. He wasn't sure what Adokas wanted, but he was willing to listen. "So, what do you want?" Sebastian asked, keeping his voice at a low whisper. He knew that whatever Adokas wanted was to be kept private as Adokas had tried not to draw any attention to himself. |
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