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 Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 8:20 pm
Still more Dark Tournament style FTW!
Basic coliseum setup, a round arena raised off the ground and made from solid Adamantium, which spans a good hundred meters in diameter. The surface of the smooth metal has been slickened by a thin coating of ice, caused by the frigid temperatures that have set in, along with the flurries of constantly falling snow. 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.
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, no complaining and leave me the heck alone until your match is finished.
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 7:46 pm
The snow and ice crunched audibly beneath Tezuka's feet as he set down atop the platform base he should have already grown accustom to, steam rising steadily from his feet as channeled reiryoku melted away at the layer of frozen winter wonderland. His kosode lay open in the breeze letting the torrential draft that was the wind whip in and out of his attire. It didn't affect him much; he was used to the cold and, in fact, loved it albeit sporting a fresh layer of cloth wrapping beneath everything. Tezuka could take the cold, but only if his center were warm.
A sigh, breath escaping pursed lips as the Vice Captain stood fiddling absentmindedly with the hilt of his knife-like zanpakuto. Tororo hissed here and there, the sound reverberating minimally through the blade's handle as Tezuka continued to keep himself entertained while he wait for his next opponent.
"Haah...when are you going to give me sssome time in the outssside world?" The spirit gnashed its teeth after finishing its sentence, the echo like sound of its twin jaws snapping shut one after another giving it the sound of some sort of annoyed crab when it was far from that.
Tezuka smiled lightly at this, a sense of Tororo's lithe mass pacing about beneath one of the many trees in his dwelling entering Tezuka's mind. He chuckled, more steam escaping into the cold air as he brought his other hand up to shield his eyes as the winds suddenly changed direction and began to annoy him. "Give it a few, man. That fawker'll be here 'n no time if he knows what's go for 'em." Another shift in the winds, allowing Tezuka to lower his arm a little. Breathing, almost sighing, heavily he let the cold air fill his lungs, almost choking up as the intense cold penetrated his inner sanctum of thermal energy. He held his breath there for a moment, letting his body become used to the feeling before huffing the held breath back out into the wind. "You get anymore excited 'n I'll bury you into th'snow ta' cool yer jets, boyo." Tororo hissed and gnashed its teeth at this proposal, resulting in another set of chuckles from Tezuka. Drawing his upper arms to himself he squeezed his frame, shivering in his own quiet anticipation.
[Intro]
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 6:59 pm
The cold was never something to trifle with. Being a doctor, the red haired man knew things that it could do to ones body. And yet here he stood ill-prepared. No coat/jacket of any sort nor any type of boots or anything to really keep him from freezing to death. "Of course my fight would take place in an area such as this..." he muttered to himself as he finished climbing his was to the arena. He stretched his arms out hearing pops and cracks from his joints and he let out a slight laugh. The good doctor saw his opponent waiting for him across the icy field and he got a bit excited. Finally, I'll get to see some combat! he thought to himself as he debated doing a little dance but threw the idea away as quickly as it had come to him. He started to run towards the man and got about three good strides in before slipping and landing on his back.
Dr. Satan laid there for a moment before laughing at his on stupidity/excitement. He knew the field was slippery and still managed to embarrass himself by slipping and falling. He knew he was fine physically, yet, he couldn't help but feel a pain all over his body. "Must be this damned cold..." he muttered before carefully getting to his feet and brushing himself off. He managed to make his way cautiously across the ice and to the man who stood before him. "Why hello there lad! It would seem it's time for your physical!" He grinned and motioned for the man to make the first move.[Intro]
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 9:29 pm
Tezuka turned towards the sound of a voice, eyes widening as the man proposed a physical. "Fawk that! I'm not lettin' yo' fondle mah bawls!" Tezuka exclaimed, shaking his head wildly as he turned to face the man. Fawkin' pervy a** motha' fawker...!" He shuddered and bent into a squat of sorts, letting his arms fall from his sides to touch the freshly laden snow on the ground. He let some of the snow gather between his fingers before forcibly closing his fingers and then cupping them together, scooping up an ample amount of snow for what he was about to do next. Padding it into a definite spherical shape, Tezuka looked up at the man before him: tall, lithe, not very well insulated for the sudden weather change. He chuckled a little to himself, letting his reiatsu dip a little bit before evening out as reiryoku seeped from his form and began to converge on his limbs as he made his snowball. The whole effect gave him a slight bluish glow, something common for those who knew how Tezuka fought.
Once again his pupils dilated, the brief increase in light blinding him momentarily as his eyes popped and his body grew warm with the increased state of numbness he entered when going into combat. It felt good, just like it always and would feel to Tezuka. The man sneered, defocused for a moment. As if sensing his sudden spark of bloodlust the echoing hiss of Tororo filled Tezuka's ears, a gurgling cringe of grinding fangs painting the mental picture of the spirit smiling. 'Too good. He thought. 'Just too fawkin' good.' With his ball packed tightly he was ready, ready as he would ever want to be in subzero conditions.
The change in Tezuka was sudden, split second almost, his spiritual signal exploding outward for a moment as he quickly began redirecting more and more reiryoku to his hands and feet. All the while he was drawing back his right arm with the snowball in hand, stretching out and back for a baseball-like throw. It was almost theatrical, his lips moving as he let loose with the snowball towards his opponent, a plan of action already devised in his devious head as he began to recite an incantation. "Hado #1!" And with that Tezuka disappeared, using the aid of shunpo to duck down beneath the snowball's line-of-fire and speed off towards his opponent, reappearing two feet right in front of the man with his hand still extended. "Sho!"
If the spell hit, or the snowball for that matter, Tezuka would again enter into shunpo, drawing his blade while quickly making his way around his opponent and using the momentum caused by his Sho to sink his blade into the man's flesh. It really didn't matter if it worked the way he was thinking it would. By the end of it all he would be close enough to become a real sharp threat to this perverted match stick.
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 9:12 am
He stood there not moving a muscle or even blinking for that matter. His gut instinct wasn't to evade the low level spell or even dodge the snowball for that matter. All parlor tricks, and cheap one's at that. He was more worried about where and when the blade would strike. And so Tezuka's Sho spell hit him and sent him flying back a bit and not even a few seconds later, the snowball connected with his face as 'Dr. Satan' hit the ground and slid a few feet on the ice. And now was when the fun would start. He drew his blade and instinctively parried the incoming blow from the angry Tezuka. "So much for a doctor being a well respected job..." The good doctor was willing to make this whole playing field into a fun battlefield.
He quickly stabbed his sword towards to the ground and began to slide away from the angry shinigami. He quickly slammed both of his hands towards the ground, forcing himself up into a sitting position. Dr. Satan stuck his tongue out at the man and pointed at the stethoscope hanging around his neck then pointed at Tezuka. "What's a matter? You afraid of a little physical contact boy?" He said as he tried not to slip while getting to his feet. He held in sword in one hand and motioned for the boy to come and attack him yet again. "That was a nice trick you did for a warm up but I'm ready for you now. You ready to try that again?" he said while spinning his blade in small slow circles.
Down deep inside he knew that toying around with this guy was probably a bad idea, but, the good doctor wasn't too worried about it. He had a few tricks up his sleeves as well and wasn't too worried just yet. The main thing that was bothering him was the small fact that he hadn't battled anyone in quite some time and he was worried that he may have lost his touch. He was quite sure that this kid was going to try another attack like the first so he was getting prepared to dodge if needed. Dr. Satan wasn't known too well for avoiding attacks, but too many more of those silly tricks would make him irritable and he didn't want to be in a bad mood while fighting.
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