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 Posted: Thu May 19, 2016 7:09 pm
WELCOME TO THE TOURNAMENT!
The tournament is taking place in the Castle in Negaspace, in a large room that has been designated towards the event. It is very spacious and there is a ring where the participants will fight, as well as seats around it for viewers. You are greeted by General Aurostibite and General Xenotime, both of whom are standing off to the sides to monitor.
The rules are simple: fight your opponent using whatever methods you have available to you - physical strength or magic - and whoever is left standing at the end is the winner! Aurostibite adds, in a tone of voice that doesn't quite indicate whether he's joking or not, to please try not to kill anyone.
OOC RULES:
- You have 72 hours to complete the battle! If you are unable to do so, or something happens that prevents things or slows you down, you can just roll the dice without adding in RP to determine the outcome. However, please do your best to RP out the battle, this option is only for those situations where it becomes necessary to do so.
- Dice rolling is mandatory! I know it can be frustrating but this keeps everything fair and even.
- Anyone is free to pop into a battle RP, they are open to spectators, whether you are participating in the tournament or not! Any Negaverse agent or Corrupt or Corrupt Cat is free to view the battles, regardless of whether or not they were in signups.
- If you have any questions, please contact either Beejoux or kuropeco privately through AIM or PM!
THE MECHANICS
Each person roll 1d20 in their first post! The person with the higher number is the first to attack!
Lieutenant / Basics - 20 HP / 1d8-2 attack (a 0 is a miss)
Captain / Super - 30 HP / 1d10-2 attack (a 0 is a miss)
General / Eternal - 40 HP / 1d12-2 attack (a 0 is a miss)
( how it works: roll the dice - if you get a 4, subtract 2 = your attack is 2! and so on and so forth. If you get a 6, subtract 2 = your attack is 4! )
Roll dice -> RP out attack -> wait for opponent to attack back -> roll dice again until someone's HP is depleted first!
The person with HP remaining after someone gets to 0 is the winner!
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Beejoux rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2016 7:35 pm
If anyone had thought there could be a tournament in the Negaverse without Xenotime participating, they would be sorely mistaken. She might have had a hand in running things, but that didn't mean that she or her co-conspirator couldn't have a little fun themselves. Arms crossed, the general stood to one side of the circle, scanning the stands as she waited for her opponent, Ate. She didn't know the other woman. Or rather, she didn't know her beyond reputation. The two had not crossed paths thus far, so this would be fairly interesting.
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matisha rolled 1 20-sided dice:
14
Total: 14 (1-20)
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2016 9:58 am
Atë's heeled shoes clicked upon the the floor as she made her way towards Xenotime her eyes alighting in glee as she viewed her opponent and found herself more than pleased with the match. Never having stumbled across the violet headed General before she could only guess at the skill she possessed but the way Xenotime confidently met her stare reassured her that this was no walk in the park. This would be a fight.
"Sooo, I get to go toe to toe with one of the puppeteers of this little get together hmm? Well darling -"She gave her another appraising look "- that is just fi-ne with me."
She laughed loudly as she stopped walking, her body language mimicking the Generals as she crossed her arms. Atë considered this whole thing a little bit of fun, something human and exciting before she got down to the nit and gritty of finding the path to ascension. Beating people up, that was her type of fun. Doing it in a competition type setting? Even better. Finding an challenger who actually gave her pause for thought? Heaven.
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2016 10:53 am
The general's grin widened a touch. Eagerness almighty with that same hint of smug amusement that seemed ever present on dark, full lips. "Hope I don't disappoint." Tournaments were tricky things, the girl knew that from experience. There was that safety net, that lingering sebse that this was no more than a competition, and that meant people got cocky, or lucky. Mistakes were made, and boldness tested, and they never quite got close enough to actual danger for things to be really challenging, but wasn't this all for fun? Unfolding her arms, she made a come-hither gesture to the dark haired corrupt. "Magic before brawn, gorgeous."
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2016 4:35 pm
Lieutenant Natrolite- SpectatorNatrolite slipped into the fight just as it was getting started it would seem. A grin and the man found himself a seat. Not to far away from the fighters so he could have a good view. It was a learning experience right? He could learn his generals moves without having to risk more pride. Blues settled on Xe and a water bottle pressed to lips. For now he'd remain silent. This was going to be good though, he could feel it, besides even if it was terrible he still got to see two good looking people fighting right? That was always a plus!
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2016 4:45 pm
General Aurostibite (spectating)
He had, of course, to watch Xenotime's battle. She was his partner in this whole endeavor, and to watch her fight was a privilege of sorts. Atë as well was something of a well-known legend among the Corrupted, though Aurostibite had never met her himself.
He was looking forward to this, standing off to the side, hands tucked casually into his uniform pockets in a posture of surprising relaxation for the General.
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matisha rolled 1 12-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-12)
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 2:23 am
Atë HP - 40
Attack - 7
Atë crunched her fingers together in a fist as she shook her shoulders out in preparation. On a normal day she would have sniffed at the comment of magic vs brawn. She had quite nicely managed to blend the two with her new fitness and work out regime. Others might not like the look but Atë was now more muscle than flab and her arms showed the true statement of that as tensed them showing strong muscles. She smiled deeply.
"Ohh sweetie and hide behind pretty lights? Nah, I like to get hands on gorgeous." In an act of speed surprising of her size she moved forward, fainting slightly to the right to get around any defense Xenotime put up with her arms and aimed a solid punch towards the General's jawline, her anticipation palpable as she waited to hear a loud nasty crack.
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Beejoux rolled 1 12-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-12)
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 7:57 am
Xenotime had muscle on her, it was inevitable in her profession, but Ate was stacked. The senshi had gone above and beyond, turning herself into an impressively dangerous individual, and the shorter of the two had a feeling that this definition wasn't just for show, that the corrupt knew how to use it, and that meant she was going to make a damn good challenge. Strength and[ magic? It was a frightful combination. The truth of Ate's skills came as the senshi closed in and feinted around the general's defenses to land a solid hook to the jaw that carried enough force to snap the general's head back. Yes, Ate was going to be a challenge. Spots of light danced at the edges of Xenotime's eyes as she straightened, throwing a quick left handed jab at the senshi's shoulder as she slid back a step, placing a little space between them. HP: 33 DMG: 2
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matisha rolled 1 12-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-12)
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 10:05 am
HP 38
Attack - 6
Rewarded with knuckles connecting to bone Atë laughed as the General's head jerked back, her fingers smarting from the punch like little lightening jolts running up her tendons. But it only made her happier. The more pain she felt meant it was ten times worse for her opponent and with a flick of her hand she pulled it back into a fist embracing the pain. She readied herself but as quick as Atë was the lithe form of Xenotime was much faster and she couldn't defend herself before the punch landed on her shoulder, the force of it pushing her back a few paces creating even more of a space between them. The pain flowered from her shoulder and down her arm and the Corrupt couldn't help but nod in respect.
"Nice move cutie, its a shame am not above fighting dirty."
She lowered her body slightly from the waist and launched herself at the General, her good right shoulder leading as she aimed it for her solar plexus, trying to rugby tackled the women to the ground. It left Atë vulnerable to attacks if Xenotime managed to keep her footing but at least she would knock the breath from her body in the process.
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Beejoux rolled 1 12-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-12)
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 10:08 am
Fighting dirty? Hell, if that was the way Ate wanted to play it, Xenotime was happy to oblige her. Going all out, without having to worry for her opponent, or for rules, that was the way she preferred it, after all. There was time for the smallest flicker of a smile along the general's dark lips before the senshi was lowering herself and charging again, catching the figher around the middle and sending the both of them crashing the ground, and landing hard enough to drive the air from Xenotime's lungs. It hurt, of course it did. A wash of aching pain that spread from her shoulders and down her back, along with the shock of having the wind knocked out of her, and having to worry over catching her breath again, without panicking. She could do it, she'd trained for it, but that didn't mean it was easy. Not even a little bit. It did mean she was able to use their new position to her advantage. Ate was tucked up against her, arms out, and it left her sides exposed. Summoning her weapons, the general drew either of her own arms out, bring them down one at a time in solid strikes against the muscled senshi's sides. HP: 27 DMG: 6
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matisha rolled 1 12-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-12)
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 10:42 am
HP 32
Attack - 1
Just as the little voice in the back of her mind had warned her, that had been a stupid idea. It had accomplished exactly what Atë had wanted, the General was indeed on the floor and hurt and she could hear the gasp as the younger woman tried to catch her breath, but Atë wasn't fighting with a rookie here. There was a reason Xenotime was a General. She had put in the time and the dedication to train and become better. Atë in her eagerness, because she was always eager to fight, had forgotten this wasn't some sniveling Page or a stupid Youma. This was a woman with skill and combat training.
And she was using it.
She didn't even see the weapons being summoned before it was too late as not one but two fists struck her in the ribs. She arched sideways in pain with the first blow only to be struck again on the other side. A yell was torn from her lips as she arched upwards from the deadly punches. She had to get away. Using Xenotime's stomach as a springboard she pushed up and off, letting the General take all her weight just for a second before springing back. It was instantly apparent to Atë that one of her ribs had been cracked, the agony was red hot as it exploded in her side as she struggled to get to her feet. Instead of rage that normally clouded the Corrupt face she only laughed again, her face twitching as it caused another spasm of pain to wrack her body.
"Honey -uhh - if am not mistaken, I think your trying to flirt with me."
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Beejoux rolled 1 12-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-12)
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 10:49 am
Oh, what lovely music. A cry of pain bounced off the walls around them as the senshi arched back and pushed away from her, and the general just smiled back at her for a split second before drawing her legs up to launch herself back onto her feet. Up again, she couldn't help but give a tiny little shrug to the other woman. She hadn't been flirting, not yet, but that didn't mean she wouldn't have. Ate might have been more cut than Xe was used to finding attractive, but the woman was fierce, and she was still lovely with those dark eyes and kissable lips. "Oh, you know." But now it was Xenotime's time to move in on the offensive. A quick step, the pivot of her heel against the stone ground, and she was turning her entire body as one short leg came up at an angle. A roundhouse kick; the top of her boot aimed directly at the porcelain curve of one lovely cheek. HP: 26 DMG: 9
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matisha rolled 1 12-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-12)
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 11:02 am
HP 23
Attack - 8
Smirking at Xenotime's retort she nearly carried on speaking, her fatal flaw. It was like watching a bad movie where the villain monologued throughout the whole fight scene. Atë played the part perfectly but as she did it let down her defense when they should have been up. The first rule in any fight. The booted heel smacked her across the face, her arms coming up half heartily to block but missing completely. She took the brunt of it, head snapping to the side just as Xenotime's had at the beginning of the battle. But it was the pain in her ribs that caused the most discomfort and instead of standing still to the hit as she would in full health if she didn't do something it would cause her to collapse. Atë span with it instead, turning full circle till she had gained her feet again and once again stood facing the General.
Blood dripped from the corner of her mouth as she found her lip busted, her tongue tracing the outline of her cheek and teeth checking for holes. Luckily nothing was missing and she smiled, her teeth colored red. Without missing a beat Atë pulled back her arms to one side her palms facing the other in a circle as she shouted her attack, the magic pulling at any rubbish and air pollution around them before throwing it at the Generals head.
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Beejoux rolled 1 12-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-12)
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 11:12 am
There was a certain sense of satisfaction that came with seeing the immediate results of a well aimed attack. In this instance, the blood on the senshi's lips. Xenotime smiled, not in an altogether friendly manner, as she drank in the sight of it. Lovely.Ah, but she'd let herself be side tracked. Ate was moving, but it didn't seem to be an attack, not immediately. Not until the other woman was crying out to summon her magic. At that point dodging, at this close a range, proved difficult. Xenotime jerked, but not nearly fast enough, and she was met with a blast of rubbish and what she had to assume was filthy air square in the face. It sent her stumbling backwards, coughing and hacking to clear her lungs as she scrubbed at her eyes with the heel of her hand to clear her vision. Dirty trick. Her eyes burned, her chest burned, and she had to wonder what the hell she'd just inhaled. Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. Still wheezing a bit, the general turned watering eyes to the senshi. She'd been favoring her side, something obviously hurt there. If she focused on it... A quick lunge, closing the space between them, and Xenotime was bringing her arm around, aiming curled knuckles and metal spikes at the side of the senshi's ribs. HP: 18 DMG: 6
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matisha rolled 1 12-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-12)
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 12:10 pm
HP 17
Attack - 3
The smog ball may not have been as large as Atë wanted but it did the trick. It was a constant thorn in her side that her powers were effected by how much pollution was around. Give her a stadium after a football match and she was laughing. Give her this room, and the worst she could do was give someone a coughing fit. Yet it had the desired outcome and a satisfied smirk fluttered across her lips.
"Oh honey, you should get that cough looked at, sounds real nasty."
So sue her, she couldn't help but comment on everything. It was her thing.
She braced herself for the lunge but no amount of readiness would have protected her side from the hit. It was like Xenotime focused on the one rib that had been cracked, and started to break all its friends.
"Ahhgh!" Crying out she grabbed a handful of hair as the General moved past and ripped out with all her might. A horrible little move but she was pissed.
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