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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 29 2011, 09:13 AM Post #166 |
i just wwant to be beautiful for this one month
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Psyche didn't. "Ask Jen, she'll have a better idea. I was judging after your match, so I don't know..." Psyche figured his weapons weren't far away, though. As the human competitor stepped in, Psyche unconsciously hovered a bit to be a bit closer to his height. Being short bothered her. She was slightly taller than most mammal Mobians, but was definitely on the short spectrum in terms of all sentient species... "Hiya." She said cheerfully as the human introduced himself, but didn't pay him much attention otherwise, since he was obviously not here to see her.To her surprise, Kenji stood up to greet Alex. |
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i'm actually really sorry bout this unfashionably late as alwways          I... Am... THE WEREHOG SUPPORTER! MUHAHAHAHA! *Howl* | |
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| D-Metal X | Mar 29 2011, 01:17 PM Post #167 |
TIME TO REALLY EXPLODE!
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Ryou sat at the bar in the cafeteria, sipping another cup of green tea. As much as he loved the flavor of green tea, this particular beverage had a dulled taste. The flavor of defeat had lingered into it, souring both it (albeit figuratively) and Ryou's mood. It didn't matter who one was; most people don't like to lose. Ryou was certainly one of those people. What bugged him the most, however, was that he lost because of judging, not even through being struck ten times. It almost seemed insulting, but that was mostly Ryou's overreacting. Ryou wasn't one to toot his own horn, but he had failed a relatively low number of times when it came to assassination and combat. As a result, this failure seemed astronomical. It was as if he had lost the whole tournament already, despite knowing it was a Round Robin. Blader could have been the least powerful of all the combatants, for all he knew. The next opponent or any one down the line could kill him. Then again, he wasn't worried about dying itself. Nevertheless, dying through failure just seemed wrong. He stared at his green tea for a minute, watching the liquid swirl and undulate in the cup. He wondered if any good had come out of his loss, i.e. damage control. Well, for one, he got out of the battle with very minor injuries that were easily remedied by the nursing staff. And he fought against a strange energy user, which not only provided dodging exercise, but also prepared Ryou to expect the unexpected, so to speak. He slowly began to mentally prepare himself to face all kinds of odd fighting styles. Above all, though, Ryou began to feel motivated. He had to win, for himself at the very least. He had to show himself that he wasn't a failure, despite his loss. With his new found confidence and anticipation in tow, he stepped outside just in time to hear that the match-ups for the second round had been posted. He stepped over to the list, grabbing it when it was free and looking for his name. There he was fighting against someone called "Akashi the Tiger." Again, it was quite lacking in description. Hell, his opponent could be any species and merely have the nickname "Tiger." It seemed that, as with Blader, Ryou would have to wait until the beginning of the fight to see his opponent. As such, there was no reason to concern himself with it at the moment. He left for his quarters to gear up and stretch. |
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| Juice | Mar 31 2011, 02:20 PM Post #168 |
Mexican hot-wings.
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Before Nick could even find Cy, he noticed some competitors going into their respective arenas. Nick groaned, "Already?" Though he still trudged towards there looking for which arena he may belong to. "Hey!?" Nick screamed to no one in particular. "Anybody know which arena I'm supposed to be in?!" Nick screamed even louder. If there was one thing he was going to assure didn't happen, he would not allow himself to lose by default. Eventually somebody showed up muttering something about shutting up and the fourth arena. Which to Nick muttered back, "Thanks you jerk." ,Then he sprinted along to his arena to begin the match. "Dear lord, please don't let me die." |
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| L Dragon | Apr 22 2011, 08:17 AM Post #169 |
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The vampire had another win under his belt. However, he didn't care about that right now. His mind was focused on finding Rage again. Since he didn't get shot this time around, he skipped the part where he'd get all fixed up by the doctors, scaring them away as he shoved one into the wall and flared his red glowing eyes at another. Once he got passed them he headed for the bar. Of course, Rage wasn't there. His eyes dimmed down a bit as he scanned the area, not even the slightest sign of the other vampire was seen. Lunar also looked around, wondering where his fellow nanobot went. Mev sighed a bit, lowering his head as his fists loosened a bit. He walked over to the bar, sat down, and motioned for Lunar to order him tea. "Yellow tea, sir." Lunar states, to which the bartender looked at Mev and Lunar for a moment, then nod his head. Of course, yellow tea was normally served in the Imperial courts. This was a sign of power and royalty mostly, to which the bartender didn't see any of that in Mev. Either way, he went off to make the tea, leaving the vampire to sit there and wait as his mind continued to think about his short meeting with Rage. |
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| Juice | Apr 22 2011, 01:11 PM Post #170 |
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Unfourtantely, Nick had lost his match, broke his bones, and was likely in no condition for the next match. The red fox woke up on a comfy violet bed. Unfourtantely it only subsided the pain a little. Another thing was that they took his gun and bullets. Likely to prevent him from doing suicide, which was smart since right now, the pain in his body was so severe it drew him insane almost instantly. Nick attempted to sit up in bed, but the pain of doing so was so harsh he immediately shot back down, causing the bed to shake. Spilling a glass of water Nick hadn't noticed before. He was still wearing his green overcoat, but where his tanktop should've been was a mess of bandages, to try and keep blood from spilling all over the bed. Unfourtantely, who ever bandaged him, did such a poor job, the violet sheet of the bed was a violent red in some places. Such a failure, Nick thought to himself. Why did I even take up this business, to help free a broken city?, Even though Nick knew, no matter how many n'er do wells he killed, the city would never be in it's prime again. If I can't dent that behemoth, how am I suppposed to heal that broken down city?, Nick thought to himself. He was a failure to his town, and likely everyone at this tournament. |
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| `TakeCare | May 4 2011, 04:44 PM Post #171 |
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Whether or not she won her bout, the beastman headed straight to the bar after the medical staff checked her up. Her body, though somewhat tired from her previous match, felt incredibility light as she walked around without a single piece of weaponry on her, including being without her iron horse shoes. The heavy chains from her shackle, which was clamped on her left wrist, thumped against the wooden bar as she took the seat next to the vampire. Kelsey sighed to see the lack of a bartender. However, in her wait she couldn't help but lean a curious eye toward Lunar. She lifted her hand up and extended her index finger closer to the nanobot, looking to give it a light poke. |
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