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 Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 10:27 pm
The tournament is just around the corner. As the day approaches, you find yourself preparing mentally and recovering physically from your training. Up until now, you haven’t even been told where this particular tournament would be taking place. All you had was a date and you were starting to wonder just how prepared the host was for such an event. Just as it begins to seem as though you should forget about any sort of competition and accept that you’ve been conned out of your money, the host himself appears before you, his eyes burning like fire in their sockets as he grins at you mischievously. Before you can greet him or prepare a defense, the lower half of your body begins to feel as though it is fading out of existence. Looking down you find that you are in fact disappearing from the feet upward as a ring of red and black energy rises from the ground around you. In only a few moments, your entire body has vanished, but rather than ceasing to exist, your eyes immediately adjust to a new surrounding.
Now you find yourself inside a new building. The room your body has been sent to looks like a large banquet hall as you see before you three long rows of tables piled high with food. Beneath your feet is nothing but cold, polished, black marble that spans wall-to-wall. Interestingly enough, these walls are made of some sort of gray stone as though to mimic the architecture of medieval castles. They rose over fifty feet high and on the eastern and western sides were large narrow windows twenty feet in length from top to bottom and four feet wide. From the western window rays of sunlight entered the room with a sharp incline, indicating an early afternoon. Behind you, built into the southern wall in either corner are two doors. The one to the west has the words “Locker” written on them with no sort of gender distinction. The eastern door is simply marked “Lounge” and seems to indicate a place to relax, but don’t bother trying to get in; both doors are locked.
Across the hall, you see the host of the tournament, arms folded, eyes gazing off into space as though he’s been standing there for some time. Between you and him are the rows of food sitting atop tables carved from redwood that are draped in plain white cloth. The table to the right, nearest the western window is set with a variety of breads and cheeses: rye, whole grain, bleu, swiss, wheat, French, provolone, cheddar, ciabatta, and the like. On the center table lies the long row of meat, and almost unnatural amount and variety of animal to whet your pallet: beef, pork, deer, rabbit, bison, goat, chicken, duck, turkey, pheasant, and a few other things that happened to get killed for you. To the left lies the third table divided into two sections with raw vegetables nearest you and fruits following thereafter. Among the various foods provided, there is a clear abundance of this food for even the pickiest of plant eaters.
Should you be wondering just where the drinks are, you will have to approach the host, who will simply vanish once the first person reaches that end of the hall. Behind him, obscured from vision by mountains of food on the other three tables, is a long table lined up against the back wall, completely void of linen but stacked with rows of juices, soft drinks, wines, and of course water. To the right of each section of drinks is an appropriate cup or glass for chosen beverage. On either end of each table lies a large trash can for throwing away disposable cups as well as paper plates, napkins, and plastic silverware found on the northern ends of the three rows of tables. You can only guess that this is supposed to be some sort of reception, but without any formal introduction the only choices you have are to sit tight and wait or enjoy some free food…and wait.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 2:43 pm
.....[OoC}: "FIRST POST!!!"
.....Suddenly relocated to an unknown position in existence, Aurorion blinked both eyes several times, soaking in his surrounding.
-----MOMENTS EARLIER-----
.....Aurorion, who was currently immersed in cleansing his spirit, had his eyes closed lightly, as if he were sleeping. However, the rigidness of his posture, and the fact that he was sitting upright, suggested a scenario differing from such an assumption. Like a radar blip, something clicked in his mind and his concentration was lost, eyes snapping wide open simultaneously to behold before him a man whom he had never before seen. Before he could depict clear details, though, his eyes still not wholly recovered from the darkness of his inner lids, he could feel his lower portions tingling.
.....Not so oddly, it felt as if his lower extremities were falling asleep beneath the weight of his body
.....As the holy warrior went to move his legs, though, in order to both relieve the unenjoyable sensation of being pricked a thousand times and to also set himself level with this apparition, he found that his feet appeared before him not at all, nor any other part of his body. He angled his eyes downward, seeing in place of his legs a mixture of red and black magical energies rising as if a living entity attempting to consume him. In a panic, he rose himself on hands... or at least tried. As he reached for the floor, his hands sizzled out of existence, too, and, as if the were caught within the suction of a vacuum, his attempts to retrieve them from the swirling energies were futile.
At a rapid pace - Thankfully! - the remaining portion of his body was gobbled greedily by the energies.
-----PRESENT TIME-----
.....Eyes now adjusted fully to the lighting of his new locale, Aurorion looked about him. He was surprised at a number of things: Primarily, the fact that he was alive and, as far as he could tell, healthy as ever; secondly, the room in which he was to be found was fashioned with a number of homely and welcoming provision; lastly, the man he had just been forcefully teleported by was standing coolly in the distance, eyes focused upon, seemingly, nothingness.
.....His mind teeming, Aurorion's curiosity, fueled by a tempered anger, set him into action. At a befitting pace given the severity of the situation, he approached the silent man. "And what the ******** is this... this... I don't know what to call it!?" he demanded, his voice characterized by vehemence and his arms gesturing wildly in the direction of the various objects placed about the room.
.....Though he had not fully realized it, the layout of the room reminded Aurorion vaguely of the setting of the Great Hall from Rowling's Harry Potter series.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 4:38 pm
((Second post!))
Yo-ko was feeling preety good. He was looking around him, trying to measure himself up against everyone in the room. He was estimating height, weight, age, spiritual control; the whole nine yards. He wanted this win so bad he craved it. He was dying to see how he would do. His calculations could only bring him so far. There was always the uncomputed human error and natural survival drive, if not the will to live and win. It was a thing that he had always wondered, it that drive and emotion could be turned into an energy. He knew the saiyans could, but Yo-ko had never felt that huge lift in energy. He had never had to. His opponents always fell for his tricks.
Then some dude shows up, looking all fancy. Yo-ko immidealty labled him as a threat. Hosts could be very likeable, but that is what they had wanted you to think sometimes. Yet even his guard was not enough to defend himself. He saw his body start to dematirialize before his eyes. Yo-ko, like he did alot of the time, spoke to himself when the time araised. His mid pitched voice was drowned out by the gasps and swearing that could be heard around him.
"Damn, some way to go out. I thought i would always die miss setting a trap. Damn, this s**t sucks"
Yo-ko tended to swear like a sailor when he was in survival mode. Yet this time there was nothing he could do. He hated feeling helpless. In an effort to not go out like a loser, he took his right hand and looked the host in the eyes and raised his right hand. sticking his tounge out, he lifted his middle finger. One act of Bravado before he.......
The end never came. His eyes re-adjusted to his new surroundings. He quickly but down his hand, hopeing not to get kicked out by the host. He thought it was some cheap trick; a massacre even. He would not let his guard down again. That was some series skill that dude had. Yo-ko began to look around, making sure eveyrone had made it. Just as he looked at the host, he dissapears.
"Man, that guy is really starting to piss me off....."
When the host had dissapeared though, there was tables of drinks. After his long jounery here, Yo-ko thought it be best to refresh up on some food and drink. He was, after all, a Kitsune. His natural order was to grab and steal. He walked down to each individual table, after grabbing a plate, and put some beef, pork, chicken, duck, whole bread, and some provalone cheese before packing soem extra's into his pouch. He was sure no body saw him do it, but eh; he didnt care. He walked downt he way to the drinks table and grabbed some water, then some tea. Finding his sweet tooth calling, he grabs three things of coke and put them into his bag. Oh yeah, this was going to be SWEET!
With his plate of food and drink in hand, yo-ko walks over to one of the ends of the room and did what loungers do best: posted up wall. He ate and drank his fill, still looking and analyzing his competition. He wanted every advantage he could.
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KenoTao rolled 1 20-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 3:19 pm
The contestants would hear an undeniable clicking sound coming from the room marked "Lounge". The door opened without ceremony as in came the tournament host carrying a tray with tiny black objects on them. He looked at each of the participants deceptively as though he had set some sort of trap for them. His eyes burned like embers, sparkling as he measured each character up with a humorous grin. It wasn't that there was anything particularly funny about them, but he enjoyed a good fight, and they seemed more than determined to give him one. All the better for him.
Rather than walking through the rows of tables and handing each fighter an item on the tray, he decided instead to flick them. Each tiny object flew with flawless precision toward the individuals assembled at threatening speeds, some close enough to match bullets. For a few here, that might seem pretty slow, but to others, it might just scare them a bit. Whether they got hit in the forehead, caught the items, or simply evaded them and picked them off of the ground, each competitor would find that the items hurled toward them were tiny, black, 20-sided dies.
"Roll them," he commanded daringly, as though they had much choice in the matter. Truthfully they did, but it would serve against their own purposes to defy him for no reason. He grinned at each of them, some who probably hated him, others who were likely irritated, and those still who probably didn't think much about him in the last place.
Either way, he simply stood by and waited to see the outcome of each player's particular role. It was a very decisive moment for each of them, so of course he was interested.
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Kenta Kitsune rolled 1 20-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 4:04 pm
It was never a good day whenever young Kenta had to be anywhere near his father. Today was no different. He was sitting there, minding his own business, drinking tea, when all of a sudden, the man he'd be so much happier without appeared from thin air, as was his custom. Before he could throw the rude b*****d out, Kenta found his body feeling peculiarly light and his ability to walk was strangely disabled. Looking down, he saw the only thing that made any sort of sense; a Disperse Halo.
Although he knew perfectly well that he would be okay, Kenta did not like the idea that his father's idea of transport looked eerily like kidnapping. It was highly unnecessary as far as the boy was concerned and he knew that KenoTao knew it. Of course, that's what irritated him so much.
And so he disappeared from his own kitchen to reappear in a banquet hall, with plenty of food and drink provided for anyone who so happened to desire a snack. Unless he was mistaken, this was to be some sad excuse for a reception before a contest. Well so be it. Kenta was fortunately dressed for such an occasion as luck would have it. Prepared to go out for some training, the boy had put on his thick, durable pants, upper body armor fashioned similar to the Saiya-jin combat suit, and combat shoes, all black of course.. He could have done without the gloves though since they would only soften his punches, but he was none too concerned with that. Since he was here, he might as well eat.
The boy wasted no time picking up a plate and indulging on a few choice pieces of duck and lamb with a side of French bread. His mother would probably suggest he eat a few vegetables, but he wasn't rightly in the mood for that.
Time passed quietly enough as it seemed few of the others were in much of a talking mood, and Kenta finished the food at a decent pace. On his way for seconds, he heard a door open, and spun around to his his father, looking ever the haughty one. He took pleasure in pretending that no one was aware of his antics, which was down right ridiculous, but it apparently gave him some sick joke to laugh at. Kenta never understood what was so funny.
Rather than picking up a chunk a provolone, the young kitsune instead had to catch a die launched dangerously for the center of his forehead. He could feel his blood boiling at being mocked so. Of all the people present, he was pretty sure his die was flicked with a special sort of affection. In sheer aggravation, the boy threw the dice right back at his to-be father, although he didn't give the man the pleasure of seeing him so hopelessly frustrated. Instead he made sure it would land right at KenoTao's feet, and thought nothing else of the matter. Whatever he rolled didn't matter all too much to him.
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Lady Red Fox rolled 1 20-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 5:00 pm
She was sure each of the people present had experienced the same abrupt and unsettling means of conveyance as she had. However, how they responded to someone just appearing out of nowhere and transferring to a strange place without their consent was another matter. For her, it was probably the most irritating things he could ever experience, especially considering the fact that the someone happened to be KenoTao all but pissed her off entirely.
Despite all the cursing she could do, she was content with the knowledge that he had not violated her personal space while she was indecent. Being on her way home from a shopping excursion, she had on a light, baby blue skirt that hung off of her hips and fell in beautiful folds down to her feet, which were only lightly covered with a pair of thonged, heeled sandals. Being summer, she was not quite as modestly dressed as she might otherwise be for combat, but she would have to do with the red tank top she chose to match her eyes and hair.
A thin silver chain hung about her neck, holding on to what looked like a tiny blue vial that lay open and empty under her shirt and in the center of her forehead lay a sparkling blue sapphire gem. Of course what she adored most weren't the material possessions, but her lush, thick locks of curly red hair that hung as low as her back. Emerging from the top of her skull, her large ears, so much like any other fox's, matched her hair perfectly and her tail whipped impatiently as she scanned her surroundings.
At least he provided them with food, even though she was torn between her pride and her needs as to whether or not she should eat any of it. Keeping her glare set on 'don't ******** with me,' otherwise maintaining the same calm, collected demeanor she usually displayed in public, not betraying a single emotion to be read. Her mind clear, she made a straight line toward the plates and another for the collection of fruit assembled on the left table. She gathered on her dish apple slices, grapes, strawberries, cubes of mango, pineapple chunks, and a few plums.s If nothing else, she refused to taint herself with the roasted carcasses of beasts killed by her enemy. With a quick utterance of grace to the Goddess, she quietly began eating her fruit with an air of dignity despite her circumstances.
Before she could thoroughly enjoy it, though, she caught the mana trail of the one being on Earth she wanted dead. He came in, looking as high and mighty as ever, thinking he could take any of them down as he pleased, but she would soon prove him wrong. Before she could take action, she lifted her plate on natural instinct to protect her face from an incoming projectile. Landing on her plate, particularly on a slice of apple, was a black die that he commanded she roll. It was far too much for her to be civil when it came to taking orders from someone like him.
She didn't roll her die, she threw it - right back at him and with as much force as she could muster. It served little purpose other than to tell Keno what he could go and do to himself if he ever thought she'd be receptive to his treatment of her. That done, she retreated to the northwest corner of the room and ate in silence.
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Bamboo~Rage rolled 1 20-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 5:48 pm
Well. This was certainly unexpected. There he was, sitting on the river bank drying off after a refreshing dip, enjoying the warmth of the afternoon sun of the island....when out of no where the tournament host (and Red's arch nemesis) appears before him, and sends his body through who knows what, to arrive here.
Konosuke couldn't help but smirk a little a the sight he must have made. Grey haori half off, but thankfully covering his left shoulder, sitting cross-legged on the ground with the end of a thin black kiseru to his lips. The samurai was rather thankful he never left his weapons behind, and had just managed to grab them with his right hand before fading completely away. He sat on the floor for a moment, a thin trail of smoke coming from the end of his pipe as he collected his thoughts.
After a bit, Hasamoto stood up, his wooden sandals thunking against the black polished floor as he shifted his weight. Knowing he'd have a bit of difficulty putting his other sleeve back on, the man left it off for now, showing his tanned and toned body, and the large, strange tattoo of a green dragon across his back slightly. With little trouble though, Kono fastened his katanas to his sash belt, letting them rest horizontally behind him.
He looked around, green-ish black hair tied up rather loosely in a ponytail, still damp with river water. Both of his eyes were unusually exposed and open, the left one covered with three vertical scars and a soft milky blue in comparison to his other bright blue eye. The eye cover he wore was in a pouch of his hakama, and he didn't feel like getting it out at the moment.
Before he could take a step towards the tables laden with food before him, KenoTao showed up again, and threw small black objects at them. Kono, focused on the food and caught on his blind side, ended up being smacked in the skull fairly hard with the die. Stumbling slighlty, he managed to catch the object and not fall over.
Glancing at it, he shrugged and simply balanced it on his thumb, flicking it back towards the host with incredible force before turning away, looking towards the food again. It seemed there were a couple people not so happy about this man running the tournament, as Kono's blue eye quickly caught sight of his boss Red, and a young kitsune male, with a strange silver coloration.
With his pipe still in his teeth, the samurai moved to the tables, and began a careful balancing of food on the plate, a sampling of everything. He'd go and greet perhaps when he had sated his hunger.
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Yo-ko rolled 1 20-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 6:48 pm
Yo-ko eyed the host again, entering with out a procession or a group. Yet he did it in a manner that demanded respect. Yo-ko was beginning to like this dude's style. Tactically, he was a genious. Evertyhing he he did, he had done by setting up the people here. He litterally could have killed them all again. Yet.....
Yo-ko ducked his head low to the right and bladed his body as something was flicked at him. In the time it took him to duck, he had reached into his black holester on his right leg with a gloved right hand. in a swift motion, he had stopped the thing with a kunai, realizing it was no danger, grabbed it in his hands. Hearing the orders to role them, he took a walk over from the wall to the nearest table, to one with the drinks on it. It pissed him off to be told what to do like that, but thats what happens when a high stakes toruney happens. So he shooke the dice in his hand and let it go, letting fate take control.
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Mystery Fighter X rolled 1 20-sided dice:
20
Total: 20 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 7:45 pm
Another of the many rings appeared in the room. From the feet up he could have been any other, though he wore no pants that any of the others seemed to recognize. As the rest of his body appeared, the man in black pants seemed to rise from a bow that was likely directed at the same man who had sent them all here. As his face rose into view, the black mask covering it became blatantly obvious to the others around him. The white orbs that mimicked his eyes blinked in an almost cartoony fashion as he looked about the vast room in front of him.
The food didn’t seem to mean much to him, which was rather surprising for a man of his size, and instead he walked slowly down to the table of drinks. He grabbed a large jug of water, then turned back to walk toward the rest of the group still recovering from their teleportation. As he took swigs from the jug, the water seemed to just pass through his flat, black mask and into his mouth. He seemed very pleased by the water.
Just as he pulled the jug from his mouth, a black bullet landed squarely on his chest. A quiet ‘Chht’ as it landed, and the masked man stopped to look down at the now bouncing dice. He tilted his head slightly, then lifted his leg and haphazardly kicked it back across the room at their gracious host. He stood firmly in place, watching the dice and now wondering what it was for, a thought that may have been advisable before he’d cast his lot.
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Raine_Falls rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 3:17 pm
So confused. What in the world happened? Christiania materialized into the foreign room, collapsing onto her rear end due to her klutzy disposition. She grimaced, muttering indistinct words, but she ceased when she noticed she had absolutely no idea wehere she was. Chrissy blinked several times her entire body tensed and ready for any surprises. When none came, the diclonius stood dusting herself off. What a strange place to be. Really all she was doing was reading a book when a frightening male did something and she appeared here. Was it Keno-san?
Chrissy scratched her head, befuddled more so than usual. What caught her eye was the few people she knew and the many people she did not recognize. Her eyes widened in awkward fear as she scuttled innocently over to the third table with all the vegetables and fruits. She hadn't realized why she had been brought there, but Kenta was there. A sense of ease fell about her, though she kept her eyes on the others as well. The diclonius had learned to never trust strangers, and so, she stood there silently.
An apple was perched only a few inches from her, and she cheerily took it from the load of other food items on the table. The first bite was succulent, and she nearly squealed in delight. These were the types of apples that took forever to get juicy, and these were perfect! Her turqoise orbs beamed as she gnawed on it, the juices flowing into her mouth easily. Indulging on the apple, Chrissy had completely forgotten about the others. She was so easily distracted.
"Huh?" A displacement of the air around her caught her attention, and she shot the object a frightened yet concentracted look. Inches from her heart, the object froze in mid-air. Floating in what would look to be mid-air, the dice was pulled down in front of Chrissy's face to inspect it before the square fell into her hand. Then, the voice, who she instantly recognized as Keno's, instructed her what to do with it. Giggling sheepishly, Chrissy tossed it onto the floor before her curious to see the number. "A...four? Oh dear...that's not lucky!" The diclonius whined collapsing into a chair at the same table. Four was the most unlucky number in the world to her! Oh what could go wrong next!?
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Del Guano Loco rolled 1 20-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 4:14 pm
He was just on his way out of the door to his apartment when he saw a familiar face standing in front of him. KenoTao. He had just formally met the man a week or two ago. He didn't remember telling the man where he lived. Then again, it wasn't hard to pinpoint a person's location. Not to some, at least. Still, he had no idea as to what he was here for, standing outside of his apartment door. He had that same grin about him as Soneko had seen before. It reminded him of a child up to no good. It was as soon as that thought had crossed his mind that he realized his body being pulled into a black and red void. He stood still, not feeling any pain from the energy engulfing his body. His stare held Keno's as his body soon disappeared.
Now he was in a room full of crowded people. Great. He hated large groups. Most people got on his nerves, so a group of them only meant more aggravation. The room was supplied with an abundance of food, but Soneko wasn't hungry. Not only that, but something felt off about accepting food from a place that he had been so strangely brought to. He didn't care if the other people were eating or not.
He was having trouble seeing the point in the other man dragging him here against his will. All he needed was a simple 'It's time for the tournament' and Soneko would have been off. He wasn't aggravated, as there had been no harm coming from it, but he never liked to not feel in control. He glanced around, a few people catching his eye. He was familiar with two of them; Kenta, the boy he had sparred with not long ago, and the girl named Chrissy. Any other time, he might have said hello, but he wasn't feeling all himself the past few days. He looked around at the rest of the people in the area. If this was the reception room for the tournament, that meant he was getting a look at all of the people he could possibly be paired up with. He wasn't concerned. Call it blind arrogance, or shear stupidity on his part, but he had felt he would have the upper hand. Only time would tell.
He heard a door open and soon saw KenoTao standing in the doorway holding a tray of...Somethings. His eyes squinted for a moment as if it would help him see what the objects on the tray were. It didn't. But when he sensed a disruption in the air and noticed a projectile headed his way, he almost lazily lifted his right hand and caught the object a few inches away from his face. He could tell what it was without even looking at it. And what the host said not but a moment later confirmed it. He was handing out dice. This was probably to sort out who would be matched against who.
He walked over to one side of the room, distancing himself as much as he could from the crowd of people, slipping the dice into his right pocket for now. His dark blue jeans looked as though they had gone through their share of wear and tear. They gathered wrinkles near the ankles, and had two distinct marks; a hole in the right knee, and a small tear in the left shin. His shirt was a simple black T-shirt that hugged his muscular frame. He leaned his back against the wall and drew the dice from his pocket, chucking it onto the ground and watching it roll. Once examining the number, the dice seemed to float of its own accord before shooting back at the host with the same speed in which it had traveled towards him. If he was going to test the participant's reflexes, he better have been sure to be able to hold his own.
He watched the rest of the participants move around, either eating or conversing. It didn't matter to him. He was here for one reason, and that was to fight. To win. And while he was confident in his ability to make it to the final round, in reality he had no clue what the others had in store for him. He remembered something. Having not been prepared to be hauled off like he was, he had left his daggers back at home. He glanced around and noticed that at least one other person had weapons on them. A black and dark purple smoke seemed to surround Soneko's waistline, circling him for a moment before it started to shape itself into something more solid. Soneko was soon equipped with his two long daggers, which were held neatly in brown leather scabbards. The two 'sheaths' both reached down the outer sides of his thighs, strapped in place. He tapped on each pouch, as if checking that both blades were where they were supposed to be. Satisfied by hearing the clanking of steel, he moved his thumbs inside of the leather holsters, hooking them around the edges, keeping his hands dangling on the sides of his legs.
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 4:18 pm
Yo-ko perked up the ability to break the slight tension in the room. He shouted across the room to the host, trying to take control of the matters at hand. He was here to fight.....
"Hey dud, what do these numbers mean? are these the lots? why do we need these? come on answer me!"
Yo-ko knew it was a bold move, but with some of the people in the room, he seemed like the least likely to do it. so why not spook some people out.
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Screaming Wookiee rolled 1 20-sided dice:
14
Total: 14 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 5:05 pm
Mr. Lobel did not need to look around the room to size up the competition.
The Jedi needed only to look into the ever present Force and feel each and every body here. He could since varying emotions to nervousness to incredibly excitement. And he stood there, his cloak covering his body, his arms hidden and interlaced with one another within the large sleeves of the dark brown cloak. The cowl of the garment rested over his head which hung lowered slightly with his face hidden by it, unable to be seen by any eyes no matter what angle they attempted to look at him.
An aura of incredible mystery hovered around the Jedi as he walked around casually, almost aimlessly - but, to any who cared to take notice, with great care and precision. Mr. Lobel was like a shadow, easily overlooked by those who cared not to look... and you had to wonder if this was his manipulation of the Force or just the man in general that showed such presence or lack there of.
As the dice hurled itself toward Jedi Lobel, he seemed to pay it little mind - it was coming from his back side and he seemingly could not see it. And once it closed the distance to mere centimeters at his head, the dice stopped as though an invisible hand plucked it and held it suspended in the air.
The thing suddenly dropped to the floor with as much suddenness as when it had stopped moving. The Jedi did not raise his head or even seem to notice the dice as it rolled its number on the ground.
"Let the games begin..." He said with a grin none can see.
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 5:45 pm
The room was starting to fill itself. The man with the mysterious mask seemed rather content with his ever depleting jug of water, it was as if he hadn’t had liquid in days, and was trying to get drunk off from his new supply. As he passed back toward the majority of the crowd, he found himself dodging dice left and right.
After two or three near misses, the yet silent man decided to move back to the edge of the room. He looked over his shoulder as he walked, back at the rest of the crowd and when he turned back, he found himself almost tripping over a cloaked figure. With an almost drunken grace, he pivoted around the man and regained his footing behind him. Pausing for a second to think, he turned around to look at whatever he’d almost tripped on.
Silently tilting his head, the white orbs that seemed to represent his eyes blinked, disappearing and reappearing like two small suns falling in and out of an eclipse as he looked curiously at the hooded shadow man.
(( The shadow man being Mr. Lobel ))
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