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 standing off to the side 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.
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OOC RULES:
- Battles must be completed within 72 hours. 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 kuropeco or Beejoux through Discord or PM!
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THE MECHANICS
There will be 2d20 rolled in each intro 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 the higher HP at the end of the battle (or the one that does not reach 0) is the winner!
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DEFENSIVE / HEALING MAGIC
For healing magic: roll 1d4 (first stage), 1d6 (second stage), 1d8 (third stage); whatever number you roll is how much HP you gain back. This takes the place of your attack roll for your turn.
For defensive magic it must be rolled PRIOR to the next attack. Roll the same dice as above, and subtract that amount from the damage done by your opponent.
i.e. :
- Person A rolls a 6 instead of rolling for an attack - Person B attacks with 7 damage - Person A receives 1 damage (7-6)
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Xenotime will be going first!
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5Total: 5 (1-12)
Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2019 5:19 pm
HP: 40 DMG: 3
It was the love of a good fight that'd ultimately had the general signing her own name on tournament roster. It complicated things just a touch, added a little extra pressure on Auro with over seeing the numerous bouts they were hosting, but in the end it was worth it. Win or lose, she'd face off against other like minded soldiers of the Negaverse. Soldiers that didn't believe in holding back or playing nice.
The senshi she stood opposite from was a familiar one but she couldn't recall if they'd ever actually met formally or even shared more then a few words in passing in the castle halls. Xenotime knew their name, and the preferred title of The Machine. She knew their sphere, and even a little of their original history from when they were first corrupted.
What she didn't know was fighting style or speed. If they were formally trained or more of a brawler. But she was excited to find out.
Hands up and fists closed, she bent into a ready stance. "It's nice to finally meet you formally," she purred, right foot sliding back across the stone floor by inches.
Then her toe tensed, catching traction, and she launched herself forward at striking speed, dainty fist flying in for the other combatant's face from the left.
Among the first row in the stands closest to where the fighting was, was a certain snake general holding up a flag. The flag was tied to a certain other general's magical prosthetic that was his prize from LAST year's tournament.
He had heard the General known as Zircon was on some "mission" but she was probably running scared cause she couldn't handle another loss to him and his whole wonderful being.
Since Zircon wasn't here to continue the tradition of getting her a** handed to her, Pyro took to watching Hauyne instead, curious to see how his eternal BFF and S/O handled a fight.
Plus it was nice not to lose terribly to Chrys this year.
"SEND HER a** TO THE CLEANERS" Pyro waved the Machine written flag with the leg, his voice loud.
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Ivynian rolled 1 12-sided dice:
9Total: 9 (1-12)
Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2019 10:39 pm
HP: 37 DMG: 7
What luck what class, gonna whup my a**; one-uh the very hosts-du-party. An lookin’ like built for speed and a twofer weapon. Luuuuuuuuucky. Well, why not. So much blood and violence in all those other bouts last time. People got seriously messed up, even if it was mostly a bloody mouth to me. Maybe it’ll be my turn. Maybe I’ll get real lucky, That Way. ‘Xenotime’.... But Bus was there. Pyrophanite was there. Cheering. It wasn’t time yet for all that, not really. It was time to stand up and do something useful with time.
At least the General had the decency to give a howdy before commencin’ the fencin’. In with a hook that couldn’t quite get dodged and jostled the vision without busting everything open. The senshi brought up an answering knee at Xenotime’s blur, “Break me, bleed me—
“ Ain’t no need to meet me, cutes. Just rope and scaffolding.”
Where from? I mean, I been in these tournaments before, but was it like some sort of requirement to be an eternal before I was worthy of meetin’? Waaaaaaank
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6Total: 6 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2019 3:16 am
HP: 33 DMG: 4
"Well, if that's what you'd like, who am I to deny?" It hadn't quite been a request, but that would stop the grin from broadening on the battle happy general, as knuckles connected. Though short lived, the returning knee stealing breath and doubling her over. A good, solid strike that'd bruise and ache for days after this was over.
Worth it.
Drawing in a ragged breath she forced herself straight again, hands up and at a ready as she bounced from one foot and then the other before snapping a musculed leg up on the second landing to direct the top of her foot at the senshi's thigh to stagger them.
For as much as Pyrophanite drove her up the wall, underneath the grating annoyance was a friendship of sorts. It's why she stood next to him, looking nonplussed as she stared at up Zircon's prosthetic he used as a flag pole. She liked Zircon so just seeing this leg was just...wrong.
Pyrophanite did what Pyrophanite wanted though---right down to being a p***y and not signing up for the tournament this year because he didn't want his a** beat again.
But that wasn't what she was here for. No. She was here in support of her friend. Harmotome made a fist, and smacked Pyro's arm with it. "Machine does not send to cleaners--Machine is a machine that cleans the house." Duh. She turned her attention back to the fight, inhaling a breath of air so that she could:
"STEAM ROLL HER a** LIKE MACHINE YOU ARE!"
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[ SPECTATOR ]
Corrupt Guardian Silk (in human form)
Also in the front row, but away from the loud a** peanut gallery, was Silk.
Here to glare smol lazers at Machine.
He hadn't forgotten the wily senshi thing and how it had escaped him when he'd been on the prowl to throw a label on them. Never forgive, and never forget. It was one of his life's missions to find the truth and slap a label on it. Tanned clawed fingers rested on the railing as he glared, his tail flicking lightly as he watched.
'to the cleaners'... 'steamroll her' Harm's here too. My own cheering section. It's something. Something together. Hold it togeth-huuuaaaa The knee of the hit leg buckled a little, quads screaming signals of warning that went unheaded while wide eyes widened further. Machine laughed like an engine rattling, "Right in close where ya like it? Me, too...Bleed me, bleed YOU!"
"By the Axe!" Blood flowed out from the wrist daggers of the blue gloves and formed an axe to raise up, then bring red-down on the General.
Oh no....what was that little face at the edge of the ring? Who was that?
Super Sailor Scout Attack: By the Axe! How it Works. Sandrine drags two nails of both hands along the 'wrist' daggers of the opposite wrists, then summons out from there an executioner's axe of magical blood. Range. Axe range, throwing no more than 10 feet. Duration. Instantaneous (like magic missle) Effect Summary. The axe makes moderate wounds where it cuts. It is corporeal enough to actually remove someone else's body part- severe damage is only allowable by other player's consent and preference. Otherwise it just inflicts deep lacerations. Weaknesses. An executioner's axe is a very specialized sort of axe- heavy and not suited for combat. They were meant to strike an immobilized prisoner- weight, angle of the blade, and sharpness were all factors specifically designed to make limb removal fast....not for attacking mobile and very aggressive prey. It has awkward projectile physics that will take a lot of aiming practice. An enemy that blocks it with their weapon dispels it. Frequency of Usage. Once a battle
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Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2019 10:31 am
Ochre
Wow, Xenotime and Haüyne! Ochre felt pretty nervous just watching this round. But he told himself he'd do it anyway, and he told Xenotime he'd do it too, and it'd been a long time since he saw old Sandrine anymore, so the whole thing felt like kind of a weird reunion. Except he was pretty sure Xenotime and Haüyne never met, so it was… Not actually like a reunion at all. But he wasn't sure what else to call it other than kind of sad in that sentimental way.
Ochre seated himself not near the match, but not near the outskirts either. he chose somewhere in the middle so blood spatter would have to hit the people in front of him, but he was still close enough to watch without feeling like a total coward about it. He also wasn't sure who to root for, given that he kinda knew both of them, but then he figured that all the rest of the Negaverse would probably expect him to root for Xenotime, and even outside of the Negaverse he knew he should root for Xenotime, and why it was a moment of hesitation totally escaped him because looking back on it just one second later had him realizing what a stupid question it was in the first place. But he always hesitated for weird reasons, he reminded himself.
"Uh…" Everyone else had some cool cheer to give, or some threat, or something like that.There was a cat out there that just looked angry as anything Ochre'd ever seen, like someone peed in its food bowl or something. Then there was some loud captain a little further out. Ochre wasn't really that clever, though — not enough to compete.
"I'll make dinner if you win?" He offered to the ring. Xenotime would know who he was talking to, and hopefully find it endearing enough to finish the fight quickly and cleanly.
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Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2019 11:29 am
General Pyrophanite
Pyro had only one thing to say to Harmotome.
"Did you bring my cheetohs?"
The flag was raised up as Hauyne used their magic and a loud whoop. "Yeah yeah, Execution medieval style!"
A little late to the party he slid into a chair, hands folded in a serious pose as he watched the fight. From what he could gather his lovely general was fighting kind of a nut job today. Powerful one. A look around and he noted the hand made sign, cute. Machine huh? Well well that sounded promising, truth be told a part of him wanted Xenotime to lose.
But.
Another cheer for Machine sounded and Natrolite decided he should be able to yell too. Because hey, he had came to this particular fight and was going to attempt to be classy but you know what, F that. Hands cupped around his mouth and he let out a loud booming yell, "COME ON BOSS LADY, MACHINES ARE MADE TO BE BROKEN, TAKE HER TO THE JUNKYARD!"
Beejoux
Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2019 2:14 pm
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Captain Harmotome
"Did you bring your balls?" Harmotome immediately snapped at the General. "Oh---no, you did not because your b***h a** is not fighting in this tournament!" So that was a 'no' on the Cheetos.
The Captain was utterly delighted though when Machine was kicking some serious a** and used their magic. She always thought their magic was hella cool. "YA!" She roared, pumping a dark fist into the air, but her cheering was immediately cut short as she heard some obnoxious cheering from someone else.
Someone cheering that their comrade send her friend to the junkyard.
No one cheered to put her friend in the junk yard.
Harmotome whirled on her heel and leveled a glare and a snarl right at Natrolite. "I vill take you to the junkyard and vhoop your a** you---"
What was that word Machine threw around when it was someone they didn't like? Oh yeah---
"VANKER!"
Yeah, that's what it was.
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Corrupt Guardian Silk (in human form)
Golden eyes widened as the senshi thing summoned an axe out of blood.
Woah.
Okay.
That was kind of ******** COOL!
He was suddenly a lot more riveted into the fight, fingers clenching the rail tighter as he leaned forward to keep watching Machine.
This senshi had a most peculiar way of speaking that had the general's brow arching curiously, for just a moment, before the declaration of magic and the appearance of blood taking form. An ax?!
As the crimson blade came down in a brutal slash across left shoulder and chest Xenotime was reminded painfully of the senshi's sphere. Execution. That magic was impressive. The shoulder armor had kept the ax from biting too deeply, but leather had split and skin had torn beneath that, and the dark grey at the front of her uniform darkened in a slow spreading circle of black just above the curve of her left breast.
It burned, pain sinking deep and traveling down the length of that arm, but it didn't stop her from a forward lunge and a quick barrage of powerful jabs at the senshi's chest and one final blow aimed at the face.
"Let's bleed together then," she hissed back at them, voice excited rather than angry.
ivynian
Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2019 5:16 pm
General Pyrophanite
"Unacceptableeeeeeee." Pyro hissed at her, "We can't always have the spotlight, unlike some cows over here...moo moo." Plus he was still recovering from his time as not himself.
There was no reason to rush into battles with others and he didn't feel like he'd get the same reaction from the fighters like he did Zircon.
"I think she called you a Wanker Mate!" Pyro giggled in his spot as the attack hit Xe full on, his flag raising in victory.
Harmotome whirled on her heels and gave him a glare that sent a shiver of heat through body. On a wide grin as she snarled at him the Captain took his hat off and dramatically fanned at his chest. Trying to make heads and tails of the words he abruptly laughed at being called a wanker. Oh sweet baby Jesus that was a new one. "Honey I'll bring tha chains, come see me after tha fight."
Blues flickered back to the fight in time to see his General moving into action. Her form was great, she had clearly not missed a day of this type of s**t which was kind of a shame. As the hit landed he cheered as loud and obnoxious as ever, "THERE YA GO BOSS, ALL YA GOTTA DO IS MAKE A CRACK AND THAT MACHINE WILL CRUMBLE!" Oh yeah there was a look given to Harmotome as he cheered, she wanted a cheer off, she better step up.
The man caught his attention next, eyes moving slowly over the giggling form. He had no idea what the hell these people were on but it was fun. Like watching a couple of drunks trying to open a revolving door kind of fun. On a flash of a grin he winked at General Pyrophanite, "yea huh, she certainly didn't call me for dinner, shame I'm a decent guy!" He was having a good time yeah this was a good choice.
