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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Jan 17 2011, 08:58 AM Post #1 |
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The leaflets from earlier details a paid means of travel, whether by boat, plane, train, or magick portal. That last one was most peculiar in this modern age, but it didn't stop you from wondering. After all, the media was never able to find out who was running the tournament; just who was sponsoring it. The leaflet's destination was clear enough; The Kingdom of Mercia. It seemed odd that the backwater country would be the tournament location.... whatever. They could use the revenue from the tourism. The arena was just behind the walls next to the compound for the combatants. After accepting your credentials, you were led to an area with modest living arrangements; a place to sleep, a cafeteria, and, closest to the arena, a locker room. There were all manner of sorts of people, mobian and human, milling about; making sure the food was stocked and the rooms serviced. Near the entrance to the compound, a female armadillo stood, dressed in an open, wide-necked blouse under a leather bodice, and a skirt. Sandals adorned her feet. As you approach, she bows low. "Welcome to the Fourth SB Tournament, ser. I hope your stay will be pleasant. My name is Jennifer Arlosdottar, and I represent the overseer of the Tournament. If there is anything that you may require outside what we currently offer, please seek me out." As the contestants arrived, a cold breeze began to rise in the east, gradually increasing in intensity. Attendants, familiar with the change in the weather, began to light bonfires here and there within the compound. Lanterns were lit in response to the ominous dark clouds growing behind the wind. Jennifer stood in the opening to the compound, keeping as straight a face as possible, despite the sudden drop in temperature. She maintained her facade, smiling and greeting the combatants, but the first chance she got, she wrapped her bare arms about her waist and shivered. Though it had been a long time since she and Samuel first met, every time the winter months came, it always reminded her of.... A movement behind her pulled her away from the flashback that threatened to rise and overwhelm her, and she opened her eyes with a start. As she glanced behind her, armored hands drew a wool hooded cloak about her shoulders. With a tenderness a stranger wouldn't expect, Samuel gently fastened the clasp closed over her bosom. "Bad weather coming in. Wouldn't want ya to catch cold." Jennifer turned around, beaming, and returned the gesture with a kiss, cradling his face between her hands. "Thank you, husband. You came to my rescue again." "It's what I'm here for, Jenny," Samuel replied nonchalantly. A smile was on his face, though his eyes was the only evidence of concern. He had arrived not a moment too soon, for her skin had begun to shimmer, as though she were completely submerged in water. The irises in her eyes had almost completely disappeared as well. Now that she had the cloak wrapped about her, the changes had begun to subside. "We're expecting a few more people, and the tournament will commence after they arrive," Samuel added. "Think you can hold up until then?" "As long as you're here, my love." "Alright then. I'll be right back; going to check on the contestants already here. Sounds like a lot of them ended up going to the tavern / mess hall thing over there. I'll come back once I'm done, alright?" "Alright, I'll be waiting for you." Samuel stalked off toward the direction of the cafeteria, and Jennifer sighed, before resuming her role as the greeter. "Welcome to the Fourth SB Tournament. I hope your stay will be pleasant. My name is Jennifer Arlosdottar, and I represent the overseer of the Tournament. If there is anything that you may require outside what we currently offer, please seek me out." (Please note, this is only for approved combatants.) Edited by Talancir D'Landior, Jan 28 2011, 10:17 AM.
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| Juice | Jan 18 2011, 06:31 PM Post #2 |
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It seemed like the leaflet had been left by his makeshift hut just yesterday. And now here he was miles away from home, with the possibility of death. But Nick hadn't cared much about that. His entire family was in the grave, well except for his brothers. And it was suprising that he hadn't been able to find them, though his devious brother, Maxwell, had an ingenious mind and had probably hid them near the earth's core for all Nick knew. "Umm, yes, Jennifer is it, umm yes, I was just wondering where and when we would be eating. You see I haven't eaten since I got off the train which was," Nick paused to look around for a clock, "About three hours ago, so I just need a slight snack." Nick had personally hoped Eggman hadn't sent any spies, because he had heard of in the past that he had sent one or two. Nick, being himself, strayed from the crowd of mobians and these so called 'humans' this should be a learning experience, and a chance for me to stray from his home. Recently he felt as if Eggman was watching his every move, also he had wondered who was running the tournament, don't get him wrong, the lady armadillo had seemed geniunely welcoming and all, but he had seen traps like this before. And wouldn't have been unexpected coming from eggman. |
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| L Dragon | Jan 18 2011, 08:14 PM Post #3 |
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Ven, the meerkat vampire, blended in with the crowd. He seemed to pace himself as the others seemed to move a bit quicker then him. His dark sunglasses were as uninviting as his mean and unfriendly expression. Fact of the matter, his sunglasses actually made him look a bit more relaxed and less of a evil person that his expression would normally show. His nano bot floated right above his shoulder, also putting off any invites to friendship. Unlike Ven however, Lunar, the nano bot, only looked like this by default. At least the nano bot scanned the area every once and a while, taking in the strange and wondrous sights the moment they lift the train station. "Not bad, actually." Lunar spoke, even though a mouth wasn't present. Ven didn't reply. He simply staid focus on his goal, which was getting out of this blasted sun. "Its brighter here I think..." "All the more to hate this place... And to make my task more difficult." Ven finally replied, rather quickly actually. Lunar simply nods, as if confirming that he knows what this 'task' of theirs was. Welcome to the Fourth SB Tournament, ser. I hope your stay will be pleasant. My name is Jennifer Arlosdottar, and I represent the overseer of the Tournament. If there is anything that you may require outside what we currently offer, please seek me out. Ven ignored the girl, looking in her general direction, but due to his sunglasses it would be impossible to know if he was actually looking at her or else where. Umm, yes, Jennifer is it, umm yes, I was just wondering where and when we would be eating. You see I haven't eaten since I got off the train which was... About three hours ago, so I just need a slight snack. Upon hearing Nick speak, Ven shifted his eyes towards him, as did the nano bot. A slight snack? This guy couldn't go without eating for three hours? Try not being able to feed for months, even years. "Unless you got some fresh blood to offer, we'll pass on the food. We don't eat... what your kind eats..." Lunar spoke for Ven, seeing as how he was aggravated that he had to walk here from the train station in the sun. Why couldn't it be cloudy today? However, Ven was a bit surprised that Lunar already separated themselves from everyone else, saying 'your kind' as if they were different beings all together. Well, Lunar was, but Ven was still very similar to them. Ven hoped he'd be answered by at least one of these two people, or he'd simply walk pass them and head out inside. He might even do this while they are in mid sentence. |
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| Juice | Jan 19 2011, 05:23 AM Post #4 |
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Unless you got some fresh blood to offer, we'll pass on the food. We don't eat... what your kind eats... That statement, for an odd reason enraged, Nick. I guess it was the fact that he wasn't used to being around a meerkat that thinks he's more fit to live than everyone else. Nick sensed the urge inside himself to pull out Maria and end the meerkat's life. Stop yourself, Nick thought, this isn't you, it's probably the tournament, and if this meerkat wanted to act high and mighty that was his business, and was best to leave him alone. Still Nick felt there was something to be said to this meerkat. "Look, I'm sure you didn't mean to sound the way it did to me," Nick paused to get his 9mm pistol; Maria out, to show that he was armed, "But will you please not say anything like that again? We're all as fit to live as a lowly slug crawling in the grass." Nick strayed from the crowd and this odd meerkat. He felt as if he wasn't fitting in so he felt walking away from the crowd was best. And see how far that got him in life. It got his daughter killed. She had just recently been born when she died. It was only after that he hunted his brother down and ended his troubles, and Maxwell's life. Still he felt as if there was something that still needed to be done after he killed his brother. Should he have had buried him, I mean he was a ruthless dirtbag, but he was his brother, was it wrong of him not to bury him? Edited by Juice, Jan 19 2011, 05:24 AM.
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Jan 19 2011, 10:03 AM Post #5 |
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Jennifer pivoted every so slightly to face the vampire, the irises in her dark blue eyes seeming to flicker. "I'm sorry, ser. I'm afraid you are twice out of luck today. Though we did have imprisoned spies from the Iron Dominion, they were recently transferred elsewhere, and I do not in any case believe that the Mercians would find it ethically humane to have a vampire siphoning off their charges."
"I'll be thankin' ye to keep that weapon in its place, Ser," a voice called from behind Jennifer. From the shadows stepped an armadillo who stood a bit taller than Jennifer in height. Covered in predominantly leather and chainmail, with some platemail armor pieces, he had his fingerless gloved hands hooked into his waist belt by his thumbs. Stout and solidly built, he had two bandoliers of throwing daggers across his chest, two swords hanging from sword belts, a crossbow and a quiver of bolts hanging from straps from his shoulders, and a large pavise shield strpped across his shoulders to his back. Most peculiar of his armaments were two oval shields on his forearms. Instead of being flat along the top, they were humped, and at the edge of the shield near his hands, what could only be described as gatling barrels protruded just over the rim. "The compound is an area of truce, far as weapons are concerned; they'll be blood enough in the arena. Keep your weapons in their perches, an' brawl all ya like. Escalate the violence, and I'll escalate your head through a wall or three." Edited by Talancir D'Landior, Jan 19 2011, 10:06 AM.
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| Juice | Jan 19 2011, 01:36 PM Post #6 |
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The compound is an area of truce, far as weapons are concerned; they'll be blood enough in the arena. Keep your weapons in their perches, an' brawl all ya like. Escalate the violence, and I'll escalate your head through a wall or three. "Right, I don't know what came over me....I'll be sure that was the last time though." Nick put away Maria and nodded to the mysterious armadillo. "I just have one question in particular, who's running this tournament we're in? I'd just like to know being as I haven't been in one before." Nick decided to follow Ven in since he figured the pair of armadillos were done talking. Where was the strange meerkat going anyway? It's not like the tourney had started without them. |
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| Silv™ | Jan 19 2011, 01:45 PM Post #7 |
Trying to go with a theme this time
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"Look, I'm sure you didn't mean to sound the way it did to me, But will you please not say anything like that again? We're all as fit to live as a lowly slug crawling in the grass." Kenji stood only few feet behind the aggressive fox when this was spoken from him. Before, Kenji quietly listened to the female armadillo, Jennifer, his bulky headphones resting on his shoulders. Thoughts ran though the cat's head, pertaining to how long the tournament will last. He grew anxious in his mind, constantly worrying about his shine back in his oriental country, meanwhile he could here a voice mumbling, "Unless you got some fresh blood to offer, we'll pass on the food. We don't eat... what your kind eats..." This simply passed by him and continued to worry. With the red fox now showing signs of aggression, Kenji's mind shot back to what was going on around him. Realizing that a weapon, a gun no less, was presented followed by a threatening voice, he dropped into a fighting stance. As he's done countless times, he slid his right foot out at a diagonal from his left, taking a forward grip on both of his swords. "How dare you threaten--!" Kenji began, but was soon cut off by a low-tone voice entering from behind Jennifer. "I'll be thankin' ye to keep that weapon in its place, Ser," Kenji looked up to see a slightly taller armadillo make his entrance a little ways in front of him. With a quick glance in the newcomer's direction, he could easily sum up this character as an armed-to-the-teeth 'Colonel Kilgore'. But it held true; the Mobian had a chest-full of knifes, a crossbow, shields, swords, hell he was even in chainmail, a liability for CQC (Close Quarter Combat). Kenji forced back a laugh at this. He found it funny that this man looked so overdone, but he didn't let his laugh out, for he knew that as tough as this Commando looked, he doubted this guy would lack in battle and that the outfit was for show. Kenji held his position, swords sheathed but ready for a fight. "The compound is an area of truce, far as weapons are concerned; they'll be blood enough in the arena. Keep your weapons in their perches, an' brawl all ya like. Escalate the violence, and I'll escalate your head through a wall or three." Kenji still kept his hands on his swords. A rebellious smile crept onto his face as he called out the commando. "What are you, the ring master of this collection of worthless warriors? I doubt that interesting costume of yours is to prove your authority!" |
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| Juice | Jan 19 2011, 02:00 PM Post #8 |
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What are you, the ring master of this collection of worthless warriors? I doubt that interesting costume of yours is to prove your authority! Upon hearing that outburst Nick turned slightly toward this rageful cat. Nick had to hold back the urge to spit on this figure for being so ignorant, "Did....I just hear.....You......Call me....Worthless??" Nick was disgusted by the cat, so far he had made two enemies, he felt the urge to rush home, this was just another form of suicide. No way he could beat everyone here or yet to show up. He'd be surprised if he made it to round two. Still he had to prove that he was just as capable as this odd cat. I mean how powerful could this cat be? He was now set on destroying this cat now. If it was, and very likely could be, the last thing he did. |
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| Crooked Axle | Jan 19 2011, 02:06 PM Post #9 |
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Alex walked sleepily into the holding area. The jet lag from his twelve hour flight was starting to get to him. Alex walked towards a crowd of the other combatants. He arrived at the front of the mob just in time to hear a friendly welcome. Welcome to the Fourth SB Tournament, ser. I hope your stay will be pleasant. My name is Jennifer Arlosdottar, and I represent the overseer of the Tournament. If there is anything that you may require outside what we currently offer, please seek me out. Alex turned to face the armadillo that had addressed them all. He was feeling terrible from his long flight and he could think of only one thing he wanted more than anything else. "Well Jennifer," replied Alex, "the only thing I really want right now is a steaming cup of coffee. You think I can find that around here somewhere?" Alex hardly noticed the slight altercation between a few of the combatants. He was quite good at tuning others out. Alex did, however, glance over as a new figure approached. This new armadillo looked like someone not to be trifled with. Luckily, Alex had no plans to do anything of the sort. |
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| Lord DragonFlame | Jan 19 2011, 03:49 PM Post #10 |
Christmas is back again
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Welcome to the Fourth SB Tournament, ser. I hope your stay will be pleasant. My name is Jennifer Arlosdottar, and I represent the overseer of the Tournament. If there is anything that you may require outside what we currently offer, please seek me out. The former assassin walked inside, addressing her with a simple bow. Already taken in the scenery among fellow rivalries, now stirring much more hate for each other. And if it hadn't been for the commandant, who've seen more battles then he could count. There'd be chaos all around, and no one would be safe, even inside some cafeteria. Shanui made it across toward the bar-counter, finding a seat, looking verily around as the matter seemed to be taken care of. "Excuse me. I'd like to order a glass of water, and if there's a stake in the house, I'd like that too." He knows very well that it's better not to get involved into something that ain't his problem, concentrating on what's important. Mainly focusing on receiving enough energy, dealing with the first combatant he'll face out there. What are you, the ring master of this collection of worthless warriors? I doubt that interesting costume of yours is to prove your authority! Hearing upon those words, the raptor knew that mocking one of "them" will likely have em locked up, just to prove em, that's not how to address the tournament employees. Ah yes! Shanui have been hearing many tales about previous tournaments held in the past. It must have been a dreary hell with all obstacles, even the one were they had to work as a team. Of course, he hadn't heard much news what this tournament would involve, but he merely assumed it won't get any worse. Edited by DragonFlame, Jan 20 2011, 05:31 AM.
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| L Dragon | Jan 19 2011, 06:30 PM Post #11 |
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"Was he trying to insult us, Ven?" Lunar turned to the vampire and asked his question. He wasn't sure what Nick was going on all about. First off, Lunar wasn't even SPEAKING to Nick in the first place, so why did he need to butt-in like that? Was he trying to make enemies from the start? "His heart beat increased when he pulled out his gun, didn't it?" Lunar adds, seeing as Ven didn't bother answering his first question. "I saw your fixed on his neck... Tempting, wasn't it?" The nano bot continued, which still gained no reply from Ven at all. The vampire didn't even bother answering the lovely Jennifer when she answer Lunar's question. His eyes simply fixed on Nick as he walked away, and was soon confronted by a armadillo. Then came a few others, some loud mouth barking around, and another asking for coffee. It was getting too crowded, not that it wasn't crowded as it were, but the more people got closer to him, the more his fangs would protruded out, wanting to taste their warm blood flowing down his throat as their flesh was punctured with ease. "Hey, aren't you gonna wait to see what happens?" Lunar called after Ven, who started to walk away from it all before he'd jump in just to feed on one of them. Lunar floated off after the vampire, to which they both settled themselves at a bar. They sat next to a raptor named Shanui, not paying him any mind of course. As well, they were inside now, to which Ven took off his sunglasses. His eyes were glowing a bit, only because he picked a nice dark spot to sit at. At least, it was darker then most spots in the room. For now, all he could do was wait until that fight outside started, or something exciting happened. Edited by L Dragon, Jan 19 2011, 06:30 PM.
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| Juice | Jan 20 2011, 05:16 AM Post #12 |
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The red fox had about enough of everyone's bullcrap, but this wasn't like him. He was a freedom fighter back home, everybodies hero. Nick guessed that out here it wouldn't matter who you were, you were going to die a miserable death, all except for the victor. Despite what was going on back there he had to head back to apologize to Ven for acting that way at the start. "Meerkat! Uh......Vampire! What's your name anyway? I guess it doesn't matter, but hey, sorry for how I acted earlier, guess the feeling of the tournament just got to me was all. But anyway, sorry for pulling the gun on you man." Upon saying that the red fox walked away, feeling he had said what needed to be said. Now, all that needed to be dealt with was the cat. He had insulted all these competitors, and the man Nick assumed to be the authority. Nick sped over to Kenji, "Man what's your problem, no one here insulted you." |
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Jan 20 2011, 05:40 AM Post #13 |
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The armadillo warrior let out a hearty guffaw, and replied, "You're a funny one, you are! Nay, I'm not the ring leader of anythin'. And keep your modern sensibilities to yerself; I've no need to prove authority to you. I'm the enforcer, or 'the bouncer,' if you will. That's all you need know."
"Of course, ser," Jennifer replied. "If you would but follow the signs, they will direct you to the cafeteria, where you might find the refreshment you desire." With a lithe gesture, she pointed to a signpost just inside the compound, with pointed signs directing those lost to the places they needed to go. |
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| Lady BlizShadow | Jan 20 2011, 07:55 AM Post #14 |
I still can't use this.
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A dog came trotting down the road on all fours. From afar, it would've been a generic sign of kingdom life, but squinting, one could see a worn-out leather quiver swinging off his left side. With a deeper look, one would notice the dog was also adorning slacks and a vest. The fingerless gloves on his cycling hands gave him a socked appearance. Needless to say, this was not an "ordinary" dog, rather a normal anthro with a strange disposition. But no time to dwell on the looks he'd get, or how he'd feel about said looks. He was busy, having just come from the kitchens. The little golden terrier wasn't content staying in one place around the event and simply went off wherever he felt he needed. As the number of attendees picked up, so did the demand for food until more cooks were in. But once the place was better stocked, off he went down the road to check on Jennifer. But what in the world was going on here? Most of the little group gathered was tense. A fox wasn't content to contain himself better, posting up on a cat. The designated bouncer was on the scene in all of his armored glory. And the vampire was just...untrustworthy. The dog sat on his haunches off to the side, watching closely, gauging the scene, sniffing, forming opinions, and ultimately wondering whether he could take these newcomers if he were in the tournament as he had been so long ago. But quickly, he turned to Nick. He still looked ready to fight. "Don't do anything you might regret." |
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Why am I doing this again? A lone plane of military green color traversed the air, the gentle hum filling the ears of the Cape Hare pilot and his Siberian Husky passenger. The lapine flew the four-seater with practiced ease, his posture relaxed, yet in a completely professional matter. Flying just felt natural to the hare, and whenever he took control of this aircraft, it was as if all his troubles had been kept grounded. Except now. The pilot cast a worried glance towards his passenger. Oakland Resistance Agent Blaire Fields sat in her seat, her body slumped to the side. The canine propped her elbow up on the side of the plane and, at an angle, rested her head on her palm. The dog had said naught a word to the lapine the entire trip, nor had she even looked at him; instead, she had silently stared straight ahead, a glazed look in her normally bright cerulean eyes. Every once in a while, the purple-furred Mobian would heave a heavy sigh – this was pretty much the only time she would look at something else (usually up), rather than just what was ahead of her. “You know Blaire,” the hare said at last, having been wanting to say something for over an hour, “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” “But I must, Basil,” Blaire spoke for the first time since the trip had began. “But I must.” Fellow O.R.D. Agent Basil Stratose looked at the violet husky, his eyes filled with concern. “Must you? I mean, remember the tournament you entered last year?” “How could I forget it?” the dog answered, rolling her eyes. “I almost lost my life, as well as put Lance at risk. In fact, that little element was what made me hesitate the most when I first found out about this tournament.” “And, what made you change your mind?” Blaire glanced at the hare, speaking with a soft voice. “Lance was willing to take that risk again, despite me not wanting him too.” Basil scratched the back of his right ear, his mouth contorted into a half smile, half frown. “But are you really sure you have to do this? For all you know, the judges for this tournament will be perfectly upstanding individuals. Then what would you do?” A light smirk crossed Blaire’s lavender-furred muzzle. “If that’s the case, I’ll use the tournament to further my skills,” she answered, shifting around in her seat and crossing her arms over her chest. “Maybe this time, I can enjoy myself without worrying too much about my own mortality.” …………………………………………………………………………………… The Kingdom of Mercia dawned in the eyes of the two Mobians. A deciduous forest entered their respective sets of vision, and a grey-stoned castle looming before them. However, it was not this relic from medieval Mobius that Basil was flying to. Though, Blaire had mused off-handedly with a smug grin, it would be rather interesting to hold the tournament there. Where the hare was headed, however, was actually a place that looked somewhat unpretentious; the purple-furred husky was reminded of the previous competition, much to her discontentment. “I’d actually feel more comfortable in a high-tech, modern area with thousands of spectators. That aren’t demons or anything as ridiculous as such.” Either way, that was where this brawl-for-all was going to be held, and there wasn’t much the Siberian Husky could do about it. Except hope her first impression would end up being wrong and that this competition would end up being perfectly normal. Time would tell whether the dog would have to fight her way for survival in a world shaped by an evil wizard again… Blaire could feel the plane jerk slightly as Basil began to lower the craft down. The canine leaned back in her seat to get more comfortable while the airborne vehicle was descending. Before she knew it, they had touched down, Basil gently coasting the plane to a halt. However, it was not the easiest of tasks. The hare had to weave his way around a few trees and even a couple bystanders were not safe from the aircraft as it came towards them. “Sorry about that!” the Mobian called out to the Mercians after then had hastily scampered away “It wouldn’t hurt them to clear just a few of these trees. Hard to land properly when you’re surrounded by trees on each side of you.” Thankfully, the plane had come to a safe stop, much to the relief not only of Blaire and Basil, but to the other Mobians in the general area. “Whew,” the canine stated, placing a paw upon her chest and letting out a reassured breath. “That was a close one. If you hadn’t been as careful as you were, we might have arrested for deforestation,” she told him with a sly smirk. The Cape Hare rolled his eyes in mild irritation. “Yeah, well, everything turned out just fine. The question now is, how am I going to take off again?” The canine’s smug grin grew as she began to reply to his query. “Oh, all you really have to do is retrace your steps.” Basil glanced at Blaire with a less-then humorous look on his visage. “Nah. I think I’ll just ‘drive’ the plane around and when I find a clearing, I’ll take off from there.” The violet-furred husky shrugged her shoulders as she wrapped a gloved paw around the side of the plane. With a soft grunt, the canine jerked her body around in a sweeping motion, ending up outside of the craft. As soon as the soles of her puce boots touched terra firma, the canine brushed back the tuff of fur between her ears. She turned to Basil, her smirk having transformed into a warm grin. “Wish me luck,” Blaire stated, her voice soft. The lapine flashed the dog a wink and a thumbs up. “Good luck Blaire.” His own voiced softened as he continued to talk. “I just hope you know what you’re getting yourself into…” ………………………………………………………………………. The entrance to the compound loomed before Blaire, an imposing gateway into a realm of peril and, hopefully, excitement. The Siberian Husky sauntered up, the tip of her tail flicking from side to side, a smug look on her face. Even though she was worried about how this tournament would be run, and how it would be run by, the Oakland Resistance Division Agent knew that showing fear could be considered a weakness. And if one of the hosts just happened to be the one judge that survived last year’s competition…Blaire shook her head, trying to clear the image of an orange fox donned in brown. “Welcome to the Fourth SB Tournament, ser. I hope your stay will be pleasant. My name is Jennifer Arlosdottar and I represent the overseer of the Tournament. If there is anything that you may require outside what we currently offer, please seek me out. Blaire hadn’t even noticed the armadillo until she had addressed the young husky. The purple Mobian gave a polite nod, a faint smile playing on her snout. “Thank you for the offer, ma’am. But I don’t need anything at the moment. However, if something comes up, I’ll be sure to come to you.” Edited by HollyYoshi, Jan 20 2011, 08:32 AM.
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