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 Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 3:19 am
Taira was sleeping sitting up against the railing that stopped you from falling over board. The huge ring opening from HELL didn't really seem to awake him or even stir his sleep. A snot bubble was getting bigger and smaller as he breathed, anime style. He had his arms crossed and his head was tilted slightly to the left, sleeping peacefully amongst demons and other horrors.
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 7:20 pm
Gabriel was spotted, but it wasn't like he was trying to hide or anything. In fact, he counted on being spotted by the bard, it made what happened next all the easier. Gabriel reached up with his right hand, grabbing his sunglasses by the temple and pulling them away from his face, revealing a pair of blue (nearly gray) eyes. Gabe didn't approach in a manner that looked as though he was ready to kick some a**, in fact, he looked a little friendly.
"No song really comes to mind, Mr. Drelmoore."
Slipping one of the arms of his sunglasses into the collar of his shirt, Gabriel shoved his hands back into his jacket's pockets. He was very casual in his body language, doing a good job of maintaining eye contact and not looking suspicious in the least.
"But then again, I'm not a demon, either. Not really sure how I'm supposed to answer you now."
Gabe's brows furrowed slightly as the bard seemed to get a little down on himself. Was depression one of this guy's powers? Did he approach the wrong person? Maybe this was just a trick, something to cause Gabe to lower his guard or underestimate the man in front of him.
"Anyways, my name is Gabriel."
No point in flirting around anymore. Gabe dove straight into the reason for his approach, all the while seeming as nonchalant as possible. His right hand slipped out from the pocket, extending outwards to offer a handshake.
"And I'm your new team captain."
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:00 am
[STORY TIEM]
As the boat pulled farther out to sea, the captain's rugged voice garbled again across the deck, over the loudspeaker.
"We'll be pullin' in ta Hangin' Neck Island in just a short time, mates. In da meantime, da tournament coordinator and liaison from Spirit World is here to say a few words."
The short, burly captain held his microphone up to a man standing beside him, then slowly hobbled off to the side on his stumpy wooden leg.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:01 am
"Ahem--," said a voice that came over the loudspeaker, soft and tranquil.
As competitors and spectators alike would look up toward the captain's deck, they would clearly see Kurama, liaison from Spirit World and in charge of all affairs regarding the tournament.
Kurama looked particularly youthful, but those with sharp eyes were not to be fooled. Those versed in demon lore were familiar with the legendary thief, Youko Kurama, who's spirit lay within the red-haired, green-eyed body of the intelligent teenager.
Kurama had once been a victor of the very tournament he was now coordinating, as appointed by Koenma, prince of the Spirit World. After his time working with the Spirit Detective, Yusuke Urameshi, Kazuma Kuwabara, and Hiei, Kurama was on the path to reform the once-biased, chaotic hell that was the Dark Tournament.
Now that the devious Black-Black Club had no more power over the tournament's proceedings, it was open to be a fair competition. Surely, it would be something to be remembered-- people of all worlds coming together to compete against one another for a fantastic and desirable prize.
However, just because it would be fair never means it's going to be easy.
While the tournament's past had indeed been dark, Kurama himself had even walked out of the cutthroat competition with a few new comrades, despite the enemies vanquished. The fox had hoped that some would, in turn, share such bonds with good competition.
"Welcome, everyone. I am glad to see so many of you are well and able to participate in this year's Dark Tournament. I assure you, the competition will be an arduous and entertaining challenge," he spoke.
The fox demon's green eyes glanced about the deck below, noticing that the crowd was mingled with demons, Gaians, and others alike. He continued speaking into the microphone.
"As some of you may know, I am Kurama, this year's tournament coordinator. On behalf of myself and Spirit World, I'd like to wish all of you the best of luck."
As Kurama looked up, he could start to make out the silhouette of Hanging Neck Island on the horizon. It was almost time.
"So," Kurama started again, as he withdrew a paper with the Dark Tournament's emblem stamped at the top from his clothes, "I'm sure you all are anxious to figure out who this year's competition will be, yes?"
The demons in the crowd began to rile up and cheer, grunting, growling, and roaring in the masses piled on the deck. As the only annual tournament for demons to be regularly featured in the Human World, only 16 teams of the many hopefuls would be permitted to enter.
Who would the lucky 16 be?
"Very well. This year's competition will welcome..."
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Mathilda von Herzstein Crew
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:06 am
A voice cried out, piercing the anticipated silence of Kurama's momentary pause.
As those in wonder would gander towards the captain's deck, mesmerizing hips swayed back and forth as a long, slender pair of legs shifted in stride as she pulled herself from the long shadows of the ship. It was a woman, and a fair one at that.
Wavy, golden hair shone bright even in the darkened night sky, pinned back and held by a small fur hat. A matching fur stole was wrapped around her and held tightly by her gloved arms, covering only miniscule pieces of a form-fitting one-shoulder black dress. Her heels clacked gently against the deck as she walked forward, cocking her head slightly to reveal the small, artistically-placed mole beneath her left eye as well as a coy smirk.
"Please, Herr Fox..." she spoke, her voice thick with a heavy European accent-- it was rough, like harsh German, but almost rolled with a sultry Hungarian influence. "I beg you for a minute of your time. I am Mathilda von Herzstein."
"Verzeihung! Pardon me for interrupting your most interesting revelation, but, ah..." the woman paused for a moment, and began to ruffle through the folds of her fur stole, before withdrawing a document from the material. It appeared to be wrapped, a single piece of paper rolled with a red tail keeping it clasped together in such a fashion. "... I beliefe you vill find zís quite imperatife toward your... ah, how you say... announcement, ja? Please, you vill see for yourself."
The woman stepped back a few paces, giving him ample space while he took the time to open her document. The woman passed the time by pulling out a lighter, and lit the end of a long drag. Inhaling, she led the smoke to her mouth, taking in a breath of the smoky poison before relinquishing it from her red lips.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:08 am
Kurama was slightly taken aback as he was interrupted, but quickly regained his calm composure immediately thereafter. Listening through her thick accent, the fox demon patiently waited for the woman to offer him the document. He glanced back towards the entrance to the captain's deck, where there should have been an employed guard at the door. Kurama was surprised to see that the guard was no longer at his post-- and that someone else had taken his place. Dressed in a heavy uniform and with the emblem of King Enma emblazoned upon his chest. This was none other than a member of the leader of Spirit World's secret service, a sort of private police force for the world beyond-- intermediaries between the Human and Demon worlds. But why was one of King Enma's secret service officers here? As he glanced at the parchment being handed to him by Mathilda, he was given an ominous feeling that things were not all well... Carefully peeling the silky red tail from the scrolled paper, Kurama unraveled it, peering down the text with his green eyes. "What... what is the meaning of this?" the fox said, looking at Mathilda. His stare felt slightly cold, grave in his seriousness. "But... How can this be? These are all Gaian teams!" he objected, although keeping his tone and calm bearing so that it would not carry too loudly to the microphone. Luckily, it looked like most of the demons were preoccupying themselves during the deliberation, and weren't privvy to the newly-discovered information. For those who knew Kurama, his serious demeanor would always be retained, despite how annoyed or angry he was. Thus held true for now, looking at Mathilda in contemplative bewilderment. He had intended this tournament to finally promote sportsmanlike competition between Gaian and Demon alike. However, it seemed this tournament was still poisoned with dark intentions...
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Mathilda von Herzstein Crew
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:11 am
Mathilda calmly looked up from her smoke, and let out a puff in the shape of a wispy circle. It slowly evaporated into the air, but the scent still stung the air with its foul aroma.
"Ja, ja. Ze King Enma was most, ehhh..." the blonde European woman paused, as if searching for a word, "... insistent. He vill vant to see Gaian teams filling zee roster. Ze King Enma's seal is at the bottom, you see?"
Mathilda leaned forward to point at the embossed wax seal, the genuine mark of Enma, King of the Spirit World. With his approval on the document Kurama was holding in his hands, the fox had absolutely no choice but to obey.
"Surely... you would not question ze powerful Enma, ja? Töricht, foolish. And I beliefe, Herr Fox, that you are no fool."
The woman was idly enjoying her smoke, but it almost seemed as if there were something she wasn't letting on. However, Mathilda certainly didn't seem like the type to give away too much.
"Do vhatever you wish vith it. My vork is done here... for ze moment, anyvay. It vas my pleasure to make your acquaintance. Now, if you vill excuse me. Auf Wiedersehen."
Wrapping her stole tighter around her, Mathilda's black heels clacked against the deck as she sauntered off. She pointed her index finger at the officer guarding the door, and he immediately rushed to her side after her gesture.
Keeping the secret services officer behind her, Mathilda was going to get a first-hand look at the competition, and began to roam the deck.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:12 am
Kurama remained quiet, stilled in his silence. Grasping the paper in his hand, he contemplated the seal. While there was no question that the document was genuine, the fox found it hard to believe that King Enma himself would partake in an event trivial by comparison to his higher duties. As King of the Spirit world, Kurama knew that his Majesty had more important things to deal with than just the Dark Tournament.
King Enma hadn't intervened in the past... so why now?
Kurama looked up from the document, eyes scanning the dock again. Out from the shadows, the fox could see multiple uniforms casually roaming the deck-- more of King Enma's secret service. That only furthered the proof that the king of Spirit World was giving a direct order.
As much as Kurama himself objected against this latest turn of events with every fiber of his being, not even his word could overrule King Enma.
Kurama's gaze shifted towards the door to the captain's deck, watching as the guard who had been temporarily relieved of his position by the officer resume his post.
"Send notice to Spirit World. Koenma's presence is required here immediately," Kurama said, receiving a salute from the demon guard before he trotted off at the tournament coordinator's command. "Send for me when he arrives."
Kurama turned on his heels, disappearing into the Captain's quarters. His announcement would have to wait. For now, Kurama would bide his time.
The demons in the crowd were left in wonder, but returned to their own goings-on without much delay.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:12 pm
The sound of a voice booming across the fairy drew Faustina back up from over the banister, her watery gaze drifting over to stare in the direction of the nearest speaker. "...Hnh?" she uttered, forcing herself to an upright stand as she tried to discern what was happening. ...An announcement? Curiosity inevitably gripped her more than the nausea churning her stomach, and so she slowly came to part from the rail, wandering towards the gathering crowd and following their gaze up to--
Her eyes widened, and the faintest blush colored her cheeks. The young male standing upon the captain's deck no doubt swept even the most steely of women off her feet, and a mind-numbing effect set in upon the oh-so-extremely-inexperienced Devil. She was certain she should have been paying attention to what the man was saying, but instead, the only thought processing behind those dazed, starry eyes was...
heart heart heart ...red and green...just like my eyes...~! heart heart heart
She sighed gently, seeing nothing but the young man amidst a flurry of rose-petals in her mind's eye, but her dreamy disposition was quickly shattered with a loud and abrupt interruption. Faustina blinked rapidly, shaken from her thoughts, and her gaze quickly found the woman responsible--a woman upon which her brow quickly narrowed, a frown setting in upon her youthful features.
Even still, as the exchange carried on between this vixen and the charming prince, the violent yank back down to earth had brought Faustina to realize something was amiss. Her anger quickly shifted into concerned confusion as the events unraveled before her, and as demonically beautiful visage retreated back behind his veil, she was left to wonder with very little collection of what was happening. Turning her head, she craned her neck to try and find her father through the crowd of demons--he was a competitor last year, so maybe he'd know what was going on...?
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 5:19 pm
He stood up, frowning. Gaians? Was this meaning that he wouldn't be allowed to fight? Did they rightfully fear his great strength and deny him the ability to continue to prove it? He slammed a fist into the side of the wall, growling. "I will not stand for this. I was promised fighting. Someone will be hurt."
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 5:34 pm
Another of the Devil's Advocates, was not quite as unremarkable as the rest. The Advocate, obviously a female, seemed to be fidgeting in obvious discomfort. At Roen’s insistence, Nox had donned the ridiculous uniform of the Devil’s guard. Sans the broadsword, she too was wearing the signature black-enameled full-plate modern armor with helmet and an assault rifle slung on her shoulder. In the sword’s place, nestled in a leather sleeve slung across her back the tall girl carried a baton style, high voltage, low current cattle prod. One of her favorite non lethal weapons. Gracing her hips were the signature black crisscross gun belts that so lovingly cradled Thing One and Thing Two. And under those cumbersome shin guards she wore her favorite razor tipped, steel shod boots.
To say that the Nox was unhappy with her attire would have been the grossest of understatements. As a result, the disgruntled Carpathian , would reach up, unbuckling the chin strap of her helmet with quick jerky motions as the rumbling voice on the ferry's loud speaker and died away..
“I can’t beliefe I let’chu talk me into veraringk that thingk!“ She spat after ripping the cumbersome helmet from her head, then proceeded to throw it with some violence at the backside of her illustrious leader.
Without even turning her eyes his way, she would immediately raised a warning hand to Gideon who would undoubtedly attempt to protect Roen from the venom of his ‘bodyguard‘.
“Don't ewen think about it, oldt man!“
Though he stood some inches above the tall girl, she faced off with the grizzled man at arms without a glimmer of fear in her steely gaze. Though it took some restraint, she did not draw on the man. He was the one in favor with the boss these days, Nox figured that it might not be the best move to shoot him.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:10 pm
"Relax," said the Devil with mild dispassion. Turning his head and looking at the fumbling gypsy with sunken, melancholic eyes, Roen deftly manipulated the hide of his tail on an intercept course with the low-flying helmet, slapping it away in obvious negligence. Chest rising and falling with the dramatic motions of one who drew in a deep breath and released, the Darkened Devil returned his attention back to the waters that would eventually crash against the prow of the ship and slipped back into quiet musing, his tail taking care of the helmet by dumping it overboard. [[Kurama]]
"But... How can this be? These are all Gaian teams!"Demons might not have taken notice of the exclamation that carried through the microphone quite by accident; but the Devil had hung on every word, even the ones he wasn't meant to hear. "These are all Gaian teams," the Devil repeated quietly under his breath, his quirky eyebrows knitting together. "All Gaian teams." Turning his head and looking over his shoulder, Roen grimaced, creases of worry coming to his face as several implications dawned in his mind. "Gideon," the Devil called in an imperious tone. The burly 'Boss Favorite' discontinued staring Bellanox down and walked towards Roen, his armor clicking and creaking with each step he took. Silent, he waited in silence for instruction. "Prepare for battle." Bemused but otherwise loyal, Gideon clicked his heels together before turning around and issuing the order to the rest of the honor guard. Safeties were disengaged and rounds were chambered as each and every Advocate, Gideon included, armed themselves. The Darkened Devil didn't need to explain himself as he turned back around and clasped his arms behind him and rested them on the small of his back. Was he forgetting something? Faustina can take care of herself if the fodder catches wind and decide to be sore losers.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 10:34 pm
Despite the fact that she was royally pissed off at Roen for having succeeded in turning her into some semi-androgynous clone, a thoroughly disgruntled Bellanox kept any further temper flares for later. Shooting an evil glare at the Devil's back, she sneered and did as she was told by bringing her previously dangling weapon up to an at ready position. Like it or not, it was her job to protect Roen's devil a** just as she had done for years.
Still... She was furious. In all the time she'd worked for him, Nox had never needed armor! And a helmet?! For a woman who habitually rode her high powered motorcycle through the streets of Durem at breakneck speeds with no lid, the thought was utterly preposterous! Nor did she appreciate going from being Roen's 'right hand man' so to speak, to being one of his faceless 'minions'. Not to mention that upon recovering her precious Ducati from Faustina, whom had stolen the thing shortly before a sea monster had swallowed the Devil's Alibi, Nox had discovered an alarming knocking sound in the engine!
They had a great deal to discuss, she and the sullen Mr. J. Truth be told, what she really wanted to do at the moment was shove the barrel of her assault rifle up his sphincter and pull the trigger. She may have even pictured the site of it with a wicked little smirk tugging at one corner of her lips. But for now, she would let that small indulgence satisfy her frustrations, take a deep breath or ten now that she could, let her anger recede to the back of her mind. If only so that she could focus on watching the crowd for signs of hostility toward the boss.
*edited* -grumble-
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 1:23 am
[[For your information:  The entrance up to the Captain's quarters is blocked by armed guards.]]
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 9:53 am
Taira tipped over from his sleeping perch, the bars protecting men and women from falling over just barely keeping him from slipping under and into the deep, dark ocean. It wasn't a pleasant idea, but Taira seemed totally oblivious to the ruckus around him none the less. He slept with a peaceful bliss, and when a noise too loud broke his bliss he would wave his hand around in half sleep and grunt.
Then fall right back to sleep.
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