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 Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 11:23 pm
Dark Tournament style FTW
Basic coliseum setup, a round arena raised off of the ground made of solid Adamantium, which spans a good hundred meters in diameter. Surrounding said indestructible platform is open ground, starting with simple grass and expanding to the surrounding trees until reaching, at near a half mile distance, upward climbing sheer cliffs.
In the far corner, a lowly janitor is carting away the carcass of the man who'd fallen from the observation tower, a trail of glass shards in his wake.
Rules are as follows;
- First off, the rules that are already posted in the main sub forum.
- Any character who touches the ground outside of the ring for more then a ten second count, or equivalent three posts (real loose on the ten count ain't it?), will be disqualified from the match. This is literal Dark Tournament style fighting. So, be aware of where you're at, judges have the right to say your character was out of bounds for to long.
- Have fun, don't godmod, not complaining and leave me the heck alone until your match is finished.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 2:36 pm
ENEMY,
you may think,_____
but never VILLAIN…__________
X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X Ladies and gentlemen, please...
"Welcome to the show!" Fefnir announced to the seemingly empty stadium, his voice echoing and echoing in the silence all around the massive place. From his steel stage, massive and cold, stained with blood both fresh and blackened, he had all of the space he'd ever need. The whole place was truly a sight to see with its classical style and feeling of power. Generations of people had found this place a battleground of one sort or another, and the raw energy that every nook and cranny just oozed was a clear sign that there was power in numbers. The crowds had left a residue of strength, of power, and that had built up through years and years of sold out crowds and intense fights, and they weren't the only ones. Every fighter that day had left their mark on the place, some literally (notably the bloodstain of one Kanda Yuu from where he'd been kicked out of a window by yours truly) and some with only the spiritual pressure they exuded, but regardless, they all left a bit of themselves there, like a choreography of the carnage they had before. And on what better stage than an indestructible one? The metal had not the slightest nick in it despite the intensity of the warring that had taken place on it.
Would you bring your attention to me...
But all eyes were on him and him alone. That is, if everyone was still alive after the first round. This was the last fight, the last competition of the day, and the last bits of sun were casting an orange light over everything. "The world is on fire, and you all get to see it burn!" he called to the press box above, where anyone and everyone left could hear. His opponent hadn't shown himself yet, but word was he was pretty strong, not that strength mattered when you fought a captain of Fefnir's caliber, much less so when you factored in the raw speed the man could reach whenever he felt the desire to do so, and his not one, but two zanpokuto. Yuki's words echoed in his ear: 'Don't rely on Arthion too heavily, because you won't have him in the finals,' she'd cautioned, more aware than anyone of the red shinigami's skill. She would know best; his teacher helped forge that skill through the fires of war. She knew that he was beyond the scope of a normal fighter, and beyond everything that could be thrown at him except for a skill and power just like his own. He wouldn't allow himself to lose to anyone or anything other than Yukimaru Shibasaburo.
For a feast for your eyes to see...
It was because of her that he looked the way he did: mostly scar tissue formed by innumerable cuts and burns. He had raking claw marks on nearly every square inch of his body, slashes by sword, and even some more... exotic wounds. Down the center of his chest, hidden under a skin-tight black UnderArmor shirt, was a massive lump, a result of making a stupid mistake and having his ribcage torn outward by iron gauntlet fingers tipped by four inch long claws. She'd sewn him back together, eventually, but he'd suffered every moment until she'd decided to do so. On his legs especially there were puckered circles, puncture wounds that weren't as clean as her shikai's stabs, but were torn and even now looked painful. These were dragon bites. Yes, literal dragon bites, courtesy Yuki's bankai. Arthion went beyond any zanpokuto with his mastery of fire, and even with Fefnir's immense speed surpassing all other shinigami, he'd been caught in the bony jaws far too many times to count. These too were hidden by his tattered and faded hakama, a redyed shade of crimson to match his kosode. After he framed his teacher's haori from her time as Squad 1 captain, he needed a new one, and so commissioned a carmine haori emblazoned with silver insignia rather than the standard black, and this cloak was held draped over a shoulder as casually as if he hadn't worked for a good twenty five years to earn it, twenty five years of torturous training and pain simply to improve even in the slightest regard.
An explosion of catastrophe...
And here it was. This was the culmination of a career of killing and fighting, often losing to those who had been at it longer than he, and Fefnir was sick of it. Today was his day to shine! Today, he'd not only defeat his opponent, he'd make an example of the man called Triox for everyone out there to recognize. Slowly, oh so slowly, the temperature of the place began to rise up to almost unbearable heights as the man in the center of the arena let loose the ironclad grip he held on his spiritual pressure, letting loose the metaphorical floodgates of sheer power and energy so overflowing that it translated itself to feverish, overwhelming heat that covered a massive area. For anyone else, it would be walking into a sauna, but for Fefnir, it was merely another day at home, comfortable in nearly unbearable sweltering air. What's more, even the adamantium, indestructible as it was, would reflect that heat reliably, acting like a metal plate in an oven to reflect the energy and intensify it as it mixed with the already hot air. "Ladies and Gentlemen, good evening!" Fefnir called, once again garnering attention for the competition, "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Fefnir Kamashiro-Shihouin, and I will be giving you a show for the century tonight!" He threw his arms wide open, emphasizing every word and projecting his voice to high heaven. "Make sure you don't blink, or you might miss it. Get your popcorn and refreshments now, because this is gonna be one hell of a matchup, and you don't want to miss a single thing!"
Like nothing you've ever seen before, watch closely as I open this door...
With that, he pulled the two katana from their sheaths, one with a slightly red-tinged blade and the other nearly immaculate, and held them loosely at his side, feeling the reassurance of having Arthion with him again. In his right, the sword of his teacher, the powerful and noble Arthion, the dragon king of fire itself. In the left, Kaji, a phoenix, the Caradoc to Arthion's Arthur, once in opposition to his brother but eventually submissive to a strength greater than his own. Each blade glowed with a distinctive light reflective of its nature, the right covered with a golden hue and the left in a silver glow, and each giving off a heat of their own, though not enough to burn, as a reaction to all the pure energy flowing around and through the metal of the zanpokuto.
"Welcome to the show!" the shinigami reiterated loudly, and as the echoes died, he waited. Triox would be there soon, and things would really get heated up.X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
FOOL,
_____you may think,
__________but never SINNER...
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 9:22 pm
Triox is officially disqualified from the match due to no indication that he would be unable to post, and for having not posted for five days. Match goes to Fefnir.
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