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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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| Phoenix-Saturn | Mar 25 2011, 08:51 AM Post #151 |
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"Mid-Twenties?" Maybe physically... Did being from the future mean she was negatives in terms of years? "I guess that's acurate enough... And the other person in here's the one who saved your life." Psyche waited for the cat to finish what he was asking. Who she was? There were a lot of answers to that question... But simple was best, she supposed. "I'm known as Psyche." She flicked her pale hair as she said this. "And you're Kenji Bushido, correct?" |
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| Breakfast Princess | Mar 25 2011, 02:52 PM Post #152 |
The most important meal of the day
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"Gotta shed some blood if you're gonna play here!" Cokey narrowed her bright golden eyes as the Priss Judge made a comment towards her. In Cokey's current state and mindset, she was feeling very sensitive towards any comments made on her match. Instead of saying anything to the Priss She Didn't Know Yet Despised, Cokey walked on, extremely annoyed and wishing she had a Bond with Priss so she could watch her tear her own peppy eyeballs out. Shed some blood? I'll make my next opponent shed their own blood by their own hands... That sounded pretty morbid but Cokey decided she didn't care at all. Cokey was starting to feel extremely violent, but she wasn't the kind of person to start showing it right off the bat, especially not outside of the arena. She knew to fulfill that silent oath, she'd need to be quicker on her feet and quicker on her mental feet... meaning she had to be way more effective in forming Bonds. That was really her only life preserver at this point. Cokey went into the bar area she was in the previous evening. Just as she did before, she sat at the bar area not saying anything to anyone, not caring who she sat by and not wanting to order anything. Sure, the roughness in her throat from her angry frustrated bellowing was still present, but she was just a bit too hostile to think of opening her mouth right now. Before she tried to talk to anyone she'd have to calm down and-- Cokey quieted her thoughts and tuned in to her surroundings. The proctor, Stuffy Judge, was addressing the combatants again. Once Cokey realized this, she tuned out once more. She knew what was about to go down. Rules blah blah next opponent blah blah blah new policies-- hm? Alright, so she'd definitely need to be quicker on her feet. Big whoop. Cokey hopped off of her bar seat (a considerably far hop because she was so short) and stalked over to figure out her next opponent. Blaire... Fields. Cokey squinted her eyes as the impression of the name burned on the insides of her eyelids. Did she know who that was? No, but of course she didn't really know anyone here. It was a girl this time, at least that narrowed it down a bit. Would she find out who that was? Damn right! She was going to form a Bond if it was the last thing she did. That would garauntee the match as hers.... Sort of. It really all depended. Cokey went back over and sat down again, realizing that the match was going to start really in mere HOURS. She began looking around discreetly, trying to find who this Blair Fields was. |
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| Silv™ | Mar 25 2011, 08:45 PM Post #153 |
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"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Psyche." Kenji emitted through closed eyes, about to reach out with a hand when Psyche asked if he was K. Bushido. "Heh, well I do think tha- AHG!!" He tried to sit up, but his torso screamed in pain. He flopped his head back down on his pillow. "Dammit! Am I even healed, yet?! Why do I still hurt!?" He laid there on his bed for a moment that lasted a long while before continuing his sentence. "What I was saying was, if my Long-sword has two names carved into it. If it says 'Shiro Neko' and 'Miwako', and these were found on me after my battle, then I am sure that I am me." Kenji smiled as he realized how unnecessarily cryptic and indirect that answer was. As a result, he then imminently added, "Well, if you want something more straight forward, of course I am Kenji Bushido; Apprentice of Takeru Bushido and prince of the Bushido clan!" His voice first started off at a moderate laid-back tone, but as the sentence went on it grew it's intensity to the point where he was shouting. His ears twitched with sudden discontent, guessing he probably set off the two people in the room. "Sorry about that. I guess good'old Take's speeches are getting to me.... uhhh..... Yeah! So, how long either until the next round or when I'm aloud out of here? Just tell me which comes first, same me some time." He spoke in a cheerful manor, almost as if he was excited for something to happen on either of those two events. |
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| Lord Talancir D'Landior | Mar 25 2011, 09:03 PM Post #154 |
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At Kenji's new complaint, Jennifer summoned the strength to click her tongue against the roof of her mouth, making a tsk-tsk noise. "You may think --" she croaked in a painful, dry voice. Taking a moment to clear her parched throat and swallow some gulps of water from a nearby pitcher, she tried again. "You may think you're still wounded, serah, but I do excellent work. You are recovering nicely from a rather nasty stab wound, and the most your body should be coping with is newly mended tissue, like you just had a bender of an exercise. Any lingering pain you still feel is only in your mind. My specialty is healing the body. Telling your mind to keep up is outside of my skills." Edited by Talancir D'Landior, Mar 25 2011, 09:15 PM.
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Mar 25 2011, 09:11 PM Post #155 |
We are still watching
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Appearing back at the Holding Area, Miles rested his left leg on the floor as soon as he was phased in. Panning his head around, he searched the commons area for Kenji. NO VISUAL ID MATCH Unknowingly, he passed by Nick Gladyss, resolute in the search for the cat, starting with a path marked by a stone panel with a caduceus inscribed on it. |
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| Juice | Mar 25 2011, 09:29 PM Post #156 |
Mexican hot-wings.
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Nick crept over to an open bar stool and plopped down so he was facing all the other competitors and leaned up against the bar. "Eh....Bartender? Here any rumors about Cy-Fox?" Nick asked the bartender. "Look, he's a tough opponent, that's all I know. Seriously." The bartender replied. "Fine then...If that's really all you know, I'm gone." Nick told the bartender as he scurried off to the hospital area. Could be in here, Nick thought, Very likely if he lost. Though according to what the bartender said, I don't think that's the case. |
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| Badx | Mar 26 2011, 12:53 AM Post #157 |
The airbrush is my bitch
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Squinting at the match-up paper Blader spotted the name of his opponent and himself. He had no idea who Saffron was. Wanting to play it cool Blader scoffed to himself and turned to return to his second home, the bar. "I dunno why they keep pitting me up against nobodies, why not pick someone I know next time." There wasn't much time until his next fight, but the high Blader got from a life or death struggle was overwhelming, he had to experience it again. He may have hated his opponents but fighting someone who can actually hold their own against him enticed the boy more than he cared to admit. The urged to get back into the arena slowed the hours into days, and once he was at the bar he sat in a chair, spun round to face the crowd and let his head drop against the counter. "You guys're so boring!" His position did nothing but agitate the shoulder wound he received in his match, but in his mind adjusting for comfort was a sure sign of weakness. Edited by Badx, Mar 26 2011, 12:55 AM.
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| Lord Bowie | Mar 27 2011, 01:31 AM Post #158 |
What is the difference between a duck?
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Saff observed the rambunctious group down below from the relative sanctity and shallow shadows of the rafters. The med staff had done a good job of mending his physical wound, they were as sharp as ever.. if only they were so adapt at memory removal. He watched over as Samuel addressed the group.
All looking at a piece of paper would do would be to give him a name. He would realize what he was up against by what he recollected from the prior round.. he took mental notes on those fighting in neighboring arenas.. if he were against them he would know what to expect, if not one of them, It would be a shot in the dark.. but he was confident that he could more than handle anyone the round robin format threw at him, even if the added match load was something he was unused to. If he was matched with the vampire.. it would still be a shot in the dark.. But I'll have to tread with caution.. I may feel pity for someone outcasted as I was.. but I feel contempt when someone is justifiably so. The vampire is a threat to any living person here, combatant and staff alike... and I don't know what the medical team could do with someone who has actually deceased. They say you can't kill one without a cross, a wood stake, and a bit of luck.. but I'm sure everyone would have a tough time coming back from incineration... That would be more than a match, it'll be real... beating a creature like that.. s' not gunna be enough and it will only send him back to feed... His purple eyes glow slightly as he tilts his head down toward the illumination and gathering below, the vampire was nowhere to be found Big groups don't seem to be his thing either.. It was strange to think that he could dislike someone so fundamentally similar so strongly, being more or less a vampire without the urge for blood in the way he acted and in his genetic abnormality.. He did notice Cokey, however, sitting down at the bar and she seemed to have made it through the healing process as fine as he had.. A combination of being able to hold back the unexpected burst of power combined with the skills of those working to repair really helped do wonders. And at least he had started out running in the tournament with a win.. But 1 win was just the beginning of the end of the beginning for him. The tournament veteran wasn't going to settle for much less than outright victory, the only trophy he owned was marked with his name followed by an ampersand.... He had to stomach sharing the first time with a dark age trash can.. This one's all for me.. |
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| Phoenix-Saturn | Mar 27 2011, 01:17 PM Post #159 |
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Psyche'd seen the effect of knowing you should be in pain. She wasn't a healer, probably the farthest thing from one, but it never seemed pretty. "Yeah, you are quite all right. No more blood on you at all." Psyche commented, not really expecting to be answered. Jennifer had done a proper explanation already, no need for repetition. And then a title drop. This cat was something else. Surviving such injuries and now this. Psyche hadn't quite understood what he'd meant about the sword, though maybe he'd let her observe it later. "A prince, hmm? Don't look like a conqueror though... Shame, we'd have something in common." But that wasn't really a story that needed to be told at the moment. She wasn't competing. "Oh and the next tournament round? Umm... It starts really soon... Maybe a day. The sheet is up, I could maybe find out who you're competing against... If you want me to." Psyche offered. Why was she being so nice? Who knew? Psyche didn't know herself. Passing snap, maybe. |
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| Crooked Axle | Mar 27 2011, 02:18 PM Post #160 |
I seem to be all out of fucks
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Alex downed his drink and rose from his seat at the bar. He figured it was about time for him to check who his next opponent was. Alex walked quickly across the room to where the paper with the next matchups was posted. He traced a finger down the paper till he found his name. "Vanadium, eh?" Alex thought out loud, "What kind of weird name is that?" Alex decided that he needed to stretch his legs. He didn't know where he wanted to go, but he figured that if he kept wandering the halls, he would eventually find something interesting. After quickly straightening his tie, Alex headed off down the closest corridor. It looked, judging from the signs around him, like he was heading towards the medical wing. Alex just shrugged his shoulders and continued walking. |
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Mar 27 2011, 03:26 PM Post #161 |
I object to your claims
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Blaire Fields sauntered into the room, carrying a back of her favorite chocolate mints in her paws. The purple-furred Siberian Husky approached the match-ups for the second round, eager to see who her opponent was. "Cokey? Cokey Blake? Interesting name. And a fellow woman combanant as well. This oughta be a good match..." |
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| L Dragon | Mar 27 2011, 05:16 PM Post #162 |
Chaos Emerald
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The vampire returns to the bar after his little walk of fresh air. As he neared the bar, his eyes caught a black figure that made him stop in his tracks and stare for a moment. Lunar almost bumped into Mev and soon followed his line of vision. The black rook(a bird) turned his head as his dark red and black hair covered on of his evil like eyes. The rook was dressed in a more casual look, street clothing as they call it, baggy gray pants with a blue and black shirt. His eyes were a rich red color as they stared back at Mev. The stared at each other as Lunar nods his head as he knew who this person was. "Unexpected..." Lunar states, to which Mev's eyes slowly started to turn red. "Fret told her." Mev comments back, to which Lunar looked at the vampire with a odd look. "Told her? Rage is not a female. He is a vampire just like you. In fact he was the one that freed you when-" "I know... But your forgetting that Rage gave his nano bot to her... Which means that is here." Mev informed Lunar. The nano bot paused for a moment as he noticed a Gatling type nano bot. "So where is she?" Lunar asked, to which Mev ignored the nano bot as Rage stood up from his seat and started to head towards Mev. "Transform on my command." Mev ordered, to which Lunar fixed his attention on Rage as he continued to draw closer. Once he got about five feet from Mev, the two of them simply stared at each other with their nano bots staring at each other as well. There wasn't a thick tension cutting the air, nor did the give off a vibe that they would suddenly break out into a fight. However, Mev's eyes were red now instead of blue. Whatever the reason for Rage being here, the meerkat didn't approve. No words were exchanged, only evil and cold staring, as if they waited for the other to do or say something. |
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| Silv™ | Mar 27 2011, 07:16 PM Post #163 |
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"A prince, hmm? Don't look like a conqueror though... Shame, we'd have something in common." Psyche's words rang for a moment in his ears. Something in common? Is that so? Kenji shrugged off this thought, and slowly sat up, feeling a bit of tension in his abs, but nothing to complain about. Now sitting up on his bed, he replied to Psyche. "Yeah. It's a long story of our clan, how I was born into this, meant to do that, yata yata yata. You get the picture." His tone was very laid back, as if he was tired of telling the story over and over again. Kenji then began to open his eyes. The sudden brightness of the room made him shield his eyes for a bit, but he slowly dropped his arm from his forehead. The room was what he thought it was; greyish dull walls, one set of lights above him that lit the room surprisingly well for their quantity. Looking to his left, he recognized the figure as what she claimed to be, one of the female judges of the Tournament, Psyche. Nodding to her cheerfully, Kenji turned his head to face the second entity he noticed a bit before. He recognized the hunched over female sitting in a chair as Jenifer, spouse of his immediate rival Samuel. He then realized that she must have been the one who patched him up; with that he gave a cramped bow from where he sat, humbly saying, "You have my sincere thanks, ma'am, for you marvelous job on my wounds." As he straightened up, he noticed that Jenifer must have put some taxing work to him, and seamlessly added, "I hope you do not have patients with any caliber of wounds as I did, as it is apparent your work was difficult at best." Experimenting with his body, Kenji swung his legs over to his left and scooted over to the edge. Stepping down slowly from the bed, he found his legs to be functioning perfectly fine. As started a series of stretches, beginning with a couple of squats followed with heel stretches, he asked Psyche in a melo voice, "Now, would you happen to know where my swords are, Miss Psyche?" |
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| Crooked Axle | Mar 28 2011, 05:23 PM Post #164 |
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Alex continued wandering through the corridors. The sign had said that he was heading towards the medical wing. Alex expected to see doctors, nurses and other medical staff all rushing around, but the place seemed like a ghost town. "Odd," muttered Alex to himself, "Where is everybody?" Alex decided that he would continue walking down the empty corridors until he spotted some sign of life. It didn't take long. A short a distance down the hall Alex noticed a door that was slightly ajar. He could just make out the sound of voices coming from inside and he could see that there was a light on. As he approached the door, Alex opened it slightly and peered inside. There were three people in the room, one of the judges, the lady who'd welcomed them all to the tourney and one who Alex guessed was one of the other competitors. He looks familiar, thought Alex, I remember! He was at the bar when that crazy guard destroyed it. His name was... Kenji... I think. Alex opened the door completely stepped into the room. "It's nice to actually see a living soul around here," said Alex, "I was beginning to worry that there was no one in the medical wing at all." Alex crossed the room and stopped in front of Kenji. "The name's Alex, and you're Kenji, right?" Alex held his hand out towards Kenji for a handshake,"It's a pleasure to meet you." |
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| Silv™ | Mar 28 2011, 05:41 PM Post #165 |
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Kenji peered up from his stretches at the sound of the door closing behind the entrance of another person. He looked up at a human standing, no, towering over him as he reached out a hand to greet him. Kenji smiled, standing up and shaking his hand with a side comment that was spoken in a joking manor. "Well, hey! Seems to me the toughest fighter gets the most respect! HAhaha, naw. I'm kidding, I assume another contestant, yeah?" |
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