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Feb 11, 2006 14:52:54 GMT -5
Post by Dota on Feb 11, 2006 14:52:54 GMT -5
A message from Dota: Here's a topic where everyone can get to know one another. Kinda like those annoying first-day exercises your teachers always made you do. The way this is set up leaves a lot of room for NPCs to be thrown in. Do as you please, I don't intend on having this be some serious, strict tournament, so there won't be pre-determined rounds or anything. We'll just go with it one post at a time. =================================
The main roads leading to the battlegrounds came together in the mountains, for their common destination lay in the base of a valley. It was a terrific view no matter where a person came from. The unnamed, secluded and uninhabited valley had undergone a transformation in the recent months upon its discovery. For the businessmen, this meant cash flow like any other public event. For the players, it meant physical brutalities.
The boundaries were vast, making use of most of the valley which lay somewhere between the mountains of Last Light and the Jisatsu Cliffs. Part of the boundaries were the edges of the mountains to the west - the highest and steepest. The rest was set off by a mammoth wall, similar to that of the Great Wall, but confined to this valley alone. In the middle of it all lay a flat spread of green. A stream snaked through parts, remnants perhaps of a better supply of water that had settled as a lake between the towering rocks long ago. It escaped through the mountains in the south, heading ultimately to one of the main two rivers of the continent. A community of trees huddled together to the south. Opposite, in the north was a jagged spread of rocks that looked like mountains-in-training. To add some flavor, the higher-ups had included the construction of a pseudo-community. The houses were small and of stone. There wasn't much inside them and the "roads" leading through the main sections were crude. A village square had been thrown in, with wooden carts, barrels and crates strewed about.
A registration station was set up at the entrance of the arena. The event had been advertised all over Chusin and beyond for months now. It had started as a whisper to those considered upper-class in their skills, but had leaked out eventually to anyone who had ever daydreamed of combat. Even those with no intention of fighting still came with desire to gamble and gawk. There were no stands for them however. The moment a person walked through the gate was when the battle began. This left the "spectators" the only option of scaling the wall if they didn't want to become part of the destruction. Best of luck to them.
The festivities had begun with the arrival of the first person at noon. They would go on until there were no warriors left, but entries would be cut off later that evening. A warrior could withdraw themself from the match, provided they could live long enough to find the gate in which they'd entered through, or manage to throw themselves to the other side of the wall. This left many of the insecure camped out near the entrance. It was survival through destroying ones enemies.
Crude...primitive...fun.
Let the games begin.
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Feb 11, 2006 16:37:08 GMT -5
Post by InfiniteStrife on Feb 11, 2006 16:37:08 GMT -5
The news of this event had spread far and wide indeed, even moreso than may have been intended.
Weather conditions could not have been more favorable. A gentle wind blowing in from the East carried several collections of the purest clouds over the arena. Temperatures were mild. There seemed to be no threat of any type of interference from nature.
At 11:59:00 a.m., this changed.
A sudden, terrible booming erupted from the skies above. Birds flew from the trees and various animals scattered from their homes in attempt of escape. The clouds in the sky were pulled inward upon themselves over the center of the battlefield, and the deafeaning noise grew only worse. The converging clouds, once white, burned crimson and began swirling clockwise toward their center. Upon this, a sonic boom engulfed the lands for miles around and nothing could be heard. All one could do was watch in maddening silence as the heavens pulsed from red to yellow and orange as if Hell made it's war behind this cover. It slowly grew to a deeper, more sinister color scheme, alternating from an electric blue to a deep purple to void of black itself.
Sound resumed seconds later, only as the axis of which the clouds collect on erupted with an unnatural blinding white light, piercing vertically through both sides of the billowy canopy. This cued the entrance — or descent, as one may observe, of what appeared to be a man. He fell to the ground like a meteor, most violently, pulling the very mist from the sky with him.
He landed just as intensely, but not quite as violently. Time seemed to slow upon impact, as he landed in a semi-crouched position with one hand against the emerald tinted hill. The grass was knocked flat for a mile from his landing point, and a vicious gust of wind blew outward — enough to shake the trees and loose the debris from the mountainside. However, with the chaos he had caused on the ground, the sky had seemed to flash back to normalcy in synchronicity with his arrival, as if it had never happened at all.
Several black feathers gravitated around him in a rising clockwise spiral, floating about due to the current his landing had caused. They faded away shortly after, just like the single wing on his back, in a way curiously similar to the way parchment is burned to ash when lit from the corner.
Only one feather remained, still drifting through the air, until it finally settled on a registrant's application at the entrance gate.
At precisely 12:00:01 p.m., Cloud Strife was officially in the battle.
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Feb 11, 2006 18:10:44 GMT -5
Post by Royal Luna on Feb 11, 2006 18:10:44 GMT -5
Walking though the crowd, dodging the mere mortals, the being held tightly to her white cloak concealing herself and her fear. For the Princess, this was the first time to mingle with common flesh; being raised by the holy Life forms of pure light, that can have an effect on oneself. Looking around, captivated by her surroundings, a ordinary merchant collided with the maiden. This sudden jolt made the lady loosen her grip on her robe and the hooded veil fell to her shoulders, revealing a long curtain of hair that faded from a pale blonde to a fire red. Frightened, the Princess crossed her fingers like a dance and whispered "Hallowed Light." Upon saying this, a flash of warm pulsating light, illuminated the area. The Princess had often used this technique to flee from the harmless, but territorial creatures that would often chase her on her home satellite. Reappearing on the opposite side of the crowd, she watched the confused merchant and a group of thee earthborn, stare at the void that was where she once stood. Then with a loud thunder, the average folk redirected their attention to the center of the arena. Slowly turning her head in the direction of the distraction, she noticed the awkward change in the weather and a man with one black wing descending from the heavens. She knew this man by reputation. With that, she gave a slight nod and weakly muttered "Cloud."
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Feb 12, 2006 3:00:15 GMT -5
Post by Trunks on Feb 12, 2006 3:00:15 GMT -5
Moments after the first two arrived the earth began to shake. It was the beginnings of a great earthquake. All of the land seemed like it was going to crumble under the pressure of the force until finally the ground began to split within the fast sea of green grass. Fire and brimstone shot up from the crevice that was forming. The screams and moans of the damned were heard coming from this hellish abyss. Slowly it continued to grow size until it was large enough for a man to step through… no, not a man but a saiyan.
Slowly he walked out of the hell’s pit onto the battle field. His eyes glowed red with the rage of the underworld. His bloodthirsty gaze fell upon the surrounding area taking in the new environment. Each step he took caused the ground underneath to be scorched black. All life beneath his feet ceased. He brought only death and destruction. As the distance between him and his front door, to the place he called home, grew the gateway slowly began to close. The moans were slowly muffled until they couldn’t be heard as the earth sealed itself. Hell’s prince stopped only to stare straight down. With the smallest effort his muscles tensed and two large wings sprouted from his back. Both made of flames, but not the flames that one would normally see. These burned with the evil and hatred of all those who had been condemned to hell. The saiyan prince had arrived.
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Feb 12, 2006 17:19:12 GMT -5
Post by Dota on Feb 12, 2006 17:19:12 GMT -5
Perhaps she'd be the only one to make a more modest entrance? Even as she neared the entrance, the ice goddess did not show signs of her true being. No blades of grass cowered under an icy step, no creatures scattered fearful of her frozen wrath. She simply was there. The only cliche thing to her was the cloth drawn around her body, fastened with simple strings in a knot and a hood that completed the shroud. Contrary to popular belief, this wasn't in place for the dramatic secrecy, but instead only because she wished to avoid the glare of the sun.
The sudden cloud coverage had been welcomed, but she had suspected it to mean as much: the extravagent entrance of one of the contenders. The power in the air tasted familiar. How long had it been? An entertained smirk showed itself from beneath the shadow cast by the hood. This was a welcomed turn of events - perhaps this place had attracted a more notable cast than she'd originaly thought?
She would have continued on her way, had Hell itself not cut in line. Another wave of nostalgia crashed over the creature of ice. Those tormented screams igniting the flames of Hell on this Earth. What the ignorant masses must think of all of this. Hopefully it would drive the whole lot out of her sight.
With the entrance out of everyone's systems, Dota proceeded to the registration to sign whatever mundane documents were required. A herd of the less-than-brave had turned the opposite direction at the two major entrances. Dota walked against this current of panicked fools, who probably shouldn't have been here in the first place. She hadn't made much of an effort to reveal herself, and at the same time, was not hiding herself. It was always hard to keep track of who wanted her blood and why. This was certainly the place to take care of it as a whole.
And so, having signed herself into the games, Dota advanced to the gates, where she would enter the festivities. The only proof that she'd passed by was the frozen ink of the pen she'd touched. ^^;;
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Feb 12, 2006 21:03:10 GMT -5
Post by Sakabatou on Feb 12, 2006 21:03:10 GMT -5
"You're entering, little man? You'll get yourself killed before you make it two feet in the gate."
The white-robed man smirked at the person who had spoken from behind him--a warrior over seven-foot tall, heavily scarred, and carrying a massive spiked mace. The pen rested in his hand over the registration form.
"Can you really hold up to those words, big guy?" Blu poked the oversized, empty-headed brute in the ribs, revelling in the fury that spilled over his face. "The game begins the second we step through that gate... I'll wait just for you."
He turned back to the applicant's form, and lowered his pen to the paper. Before he could write his name, a cacophany of thunder broke from the skies, and the man accompanied by black feathers crashed to the ground within the battlefield. Blu stood steady as the impact wave overtook where he stood, and raised a single eyebrow as the rest of the line behind him collapsed to the ground like outsized dominos. A single black feather landed on the form before him, which he blew off the paper with a light breath. A blackened mark remained where it had landed. Blu shook his head and lowered the pen once more to write his name as the people around him--the giant of a dunce included--rose to their feet and ran in terror.
Just as the tip of the pen reached the paper, the ground beneath him shook with a rather unnatural ferocity. Once again the fleeing crowds were thrown to the ground, once again Blu stood, unwavering and unconcerned, and once again he was interrupted from signing his name. As the doorway to hell opened up several feet in front of him, Blu growled and scribbled a hastily messy signature, before another superbeing decided to interrupt him with an exorbitantly flashy entrance that they always seemed to feel were so necessary.
Entering the gate, and therefore the official battle, he scratched his goatee and shrugged to himself. At least today wouldn't be as boring as he had originally thought. As this thought went through his mind, a chill ran through his body, and he glanced over his shoulder to see another entrant sign her name on the papers. The pen that she laid down would not be writing any more names. No, it definitely would not be a boring day.
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Feb 12, 2006 21:56:42 GMT -5
Post by Dota on Feb 12, 2006 21:56:42 GMT -5
The herd had most definitely thinned out due to Dota's dear Trunks and Cloud. Even a portion of those who camped out near the security of the gate had opted to return to the safety of the outside and supposively non-combatting world.
There was no real change upon crossing the threshold. One felt just the same as they'd felt 5 steps ago. The gravity was the same, the wind was the same. The sounds of battle were audible outside the arena all the same. Perhaps they were louder now...
Dota glanced around. Already there were pairings and groups of people locked in battle. She let them be. Off to the right, she caught the would-be stealthy approach of a man perhaps somewhere in his late twenties? He approached empty handed, most likely desiring hand to hand combat with her.
Dota had not yet removed the hood, and the cloak portion hung loosely around her body. Other than her small build, one could not know for sure if she was male or female. It seemed this unfortunate one had become lost in the curiosity of solving the mystery, for his window for surprise had slammed shut.
A delicate hand lifted from the security of her side. The cloak shifted around at this disturbance, washing back over her shoulder to reveal that she was, in fact, quite female if figure, not face, was the only indication to be offered. The blue fabric with golden trim hinted at Chinese in origin with its various cuts and curves.
The man paused, but not voluntarily. She had ensured his foot in her trap of ice. Dota was accustomed to using this merely as a toying distraction, for the company she kept knew her and her powers all too well. But this poor creature knew not the woe that had befallen him. Too soon the ice had crept up his leg, his waist, his abdomen. It encased his body and began dropping its temperature drastically. It climbed to the heights of his chest, branching and snaking down his arms and up his neck with a sound that was somewhere between cracking and wind chimes. Deadly but beautiful. She had allowed the ice to fully claim him in a crystal tomb. Considering she had to make a fast decision with no air supply for the man, Dota was just about to reverse her death-grip on him, when a stray shuriken with a size that Yuffie would find worthy found the frozen man directly in its path. Apparently one of the many battles had leaked into an overlap of territories. The initial cut was enough, but the ground aided in select shattering like a doll made of porcelain hitting a cement floor.
She lowered her head, escaping deeper into the shadows of her hood.
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Feb 12, 2006 22:28:11 GMT -5
Post by Sakabatou on Feb 12, 2006 22:28:11 GMT -5
Sizing up the people in the immediate vicinity, Blu was pleased to see that quite a few battlers had remained even through the mayhem that had befallen the event. Whether they were too confident or too stupid, Blu didn't really care. They'd provide some entertainment, and that's what mattered. Within seconds of his entering, two figures charged at him--a male with a broadsword, and a female with a long battleaxe.
The female reached him just seconds before the male, swinging her axe horizontally at his back. Blu twisted around and leaned backward, away from the swing, one hand reaching the ground, the other grasping the hilt of the axe. Lifting himself back upright, he pulled the axe forward in time to catch a vertical swing of his other opponent's broadsword against the shaft. Tugging sharply backward, the sword caught against the axehead, and was wrenched from the man's grip. The opposite end of the polearm was thrust into its wielder's stomach, doubling her over, causing her to release the weapon in the process. Blu spun the axe around, the sword held to the axehead by momentum until it was released toward the man, ending its flight by impaling itself through his chest. Dropping the axe, Blu dealt the woman a kick to the face, knocking her out cold.
Using the time afforded by his opponents' defeat, Blu surveyed the battlers that seemed worth bothering with. Seeing the fate of the man encased in ice, he decided that this woman would be perfect. Since, of course, it wasn't his style to pass up something so attractive.
Walking nonchalantly toward her, he smiled as he spoke. "You know, it would be a shame to see someone so pretty as yourself get hurt here today. I'd be happy to escort you during your stay." Of course, he knew that getting hurt was likely the last thing that could happen to her here. But this seemed the easiest method of provoking her into playing with him short of attacking straight out. And you never attack a lady first.
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Feb 13, 2006 2:08:31 GMT -5
Post by InfiniteStrife on Feb 13, 2006 2:08:31 GMT -5
He slowly rose into a relaxed standing position. Being as he was the first to enter the battle, his only viable option was to wait. The arena was quickly flooded with overly anxious contenders, but none of these were worth his notice. Cloud thought it to be uncommon, and a mere waste of time for anyone of his caliber to exert any effort, physical or otherwise, on the lesser, inexperienced peoples of the Earth.
It was but a few short moments before his attention was snared. A newcomer had arrived, choosing to enter the arena through another obscenely terrible disaster — more specifically, a fiery, ground-splitting earthquake. Though he was shaken, he was not stirred, which is more than what the majority of the would-be heroes and villains surrounding them could claim. He held steadfast in his place and continued to be nothing more than an onlooker for the time being.
Cloud was ultimately, more or less, mortal, and he indeed did have limitations. He had no way of accurately defining just how much power this one brought with him — he could not "sense" the strength or ability of an opponent, let alone assign a number to it. However, the sheer amount of battles he had participated in over the years had earned him a sort of "warrior's instinct." It was not nearly as precise as having a read out of personal statistics, but in this case, considering the vulgar display of supernatural prowess, nothing more was necessary. Cloud knew a Hell-sent when he saw one.
This accounted for one arrival; Cloud expected two more, one of which he very much wished to see. He decided that for the moment, he would ignore the immediate threat and patiently wait for the one for which he had fallen.
Of course, he was not allowed such a luxury. He was soon confronted by a run-of-the-mill barbaric peon wielding a considerably large warhammer over his shoulder and a temper twice that. Cloud waited patiently while his newfound admirer rushed in headfirst, closing the distance by leaps and bounds until at last he within melee range. At this point, he would turn his gaze to lock eyes with his opponent — who stopped cold in mid-swing.
"Quell your rage," he whispered.
No one, not even Cloud himself, knew what struck the man so as he stared into the Fallen's eyes, which were only more pure and striking than previous, ever tinted with the mako that drove him so long ago. It was impossible to imagine what terrible, wretched, and unmentionable — or more likely in Cloud's case — pious, just, and infinitely righteous things this dumbfounded man envisioned. Regardless of what exactly it is that caused him to rethink his attack, he had unknowingly backpedaled into the range of the hellish one.
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Feb 13, 2006 18:41:48 GMT -5
Post by Trunks on Feb 13, 2006 18:41:48 GMT -5
Slowly he lifted his head as he watched everyone break into battle. People were dying left and right. What a nice collection of souls this would be if he was here to work, but he wasn't. Today was a day for fun. These people were not friends, nor enemies. They all signed up to fight and that’s what he was here to do. Now he just didn’t know where to start, but someone else decided for him.
Behind him, several yards away, was a sound of a breaking branch. That was more than enough to know that the sai wielding foe was coming up behind him. All of the fear flowing off of this man made his detection all the more easy. As he slowly tuned to face his opponent he lifted his arm with his palm toward the man. Still his foe continued to run. As the man advanced the wings on the saiyans back began to move. Coming together they wrapped around his extended arm in a flowing ball of flames. Finally they reached the end of his arm but still continued only now it began to take shape. As the flames condensed they took the shape of a sword. At the sight of this his adversary then decided that it would have been a good idea to stop but it was too late. His momentum carried him right into the blade of the sword of flames.
Trunks reached out and clutched the man’s collar and pulled him further onto the sword. He was about to say something to his dying opponent but movement caught his eye. Yet another brute was coming to attack him. This one seemed a bit stronger than the last carrying a large war hammer. “Give me a break…. You think you can win.” Trunks smirked at the thought of these two trying but unfortunately that’s all they could do was try. Again he turned to face his new foe. With one hand holding his sword he put the other on the chest of his impaled victim. Then there was a sudden burst of energy and a flash of light. The body of his first foe went sailing into the second. The red flames of hell, that were trailing behind, would carry them quite a while. Trunks looked past them to see where they would land.
Right in the middle of their trajectory was a man. At this point there wasn’t much he could do. Trunks didn’t feel the urge to fight this spikey haired man but deep down inside it seemed that he could handle it.
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