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 Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 4:15 am
Souchi The 2nd I'm so sorry I haven't posted in like, forever. But I've been super busy. Hope you can forgive me. 
The pyro's eyes widened as he hear that his friend here was in the tournament. He smiled, and watch everyone else cheer, before cheering himself. Who knew he would be in the tournament, it was awesome! As Renton got up to the stage, Rook continued to cheer, and he waited for the fight to start. Part of him wanted to go up there and fight along side his friend, but another half of him wanted Renton to shine and have his own spotlight. But Rook decided to stay put, and watch from the side lines, and wish Renton good luck.
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 5:07 pm
Dreaming_Of_Daybreak Sorry for the really late post! ^-^  ☷☷☷☷☷☷⋘ⓇⒺⓃⓉⓄⓃ⋙☷☷☷☷☷☷
◈Apprentice of Kingdom Key Academy◈
◈Kingdom Key◈ Is it real.. or not..?❖ Renton was on the final brink of victory, using all the skills that he can execute. The competitor fought in a manner to where the boy can predict his next move. This gave Renton the upper hand. The boy swiftly dodged the competitor's predictable swings of his struggle bat, thus giving him the chance to come in for the final blow. Renton did as he needed and pounded the competitor with his struggle bat, cueing the competitor's defeat. Renton raised his balled fist into the air, the crowd following with the endless cheers of excitement. This was the end of the Semi Finals, revealing the boy's hard work of triumphant. Now, the Finals started. There was no time to play games. ❖I keep having these weird dreams..   ((OCC: .. .. ..)
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2013 12:46 pm
Souchi The 2nd I'm so sorry I haven't posted in like, forever. But I've been super busy. Hope you can forgive me.
Rook watched as Renton played the game like a pro. Overall, it seemed like Renton knew what he was doing, and could somehow predict what his opponent was going to do. With a smile, he rooted louder for him. He wanted to encourage him the best he could, give him all the energy he needed. And when finally his opponent was on the ground and begging for mercy, Renton won. The crowd cheered, and a new flood of excitement went through the pyro. Then, it was announced, Renton had made it to the finals. Rook chuckled, and then placed a hand on his hip, giving Renton a thumbs up.
"Better not mess this up! Show them what you're made of!" He yelled in his cool guy way. It almost felt like he had know Renton for months, rather than just minutes. Ether way, he would root for him even until the end.
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2013 3:07 pm
⋘ⓇⒺⓃⓉⓄⓃ⋙
☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷ Is it real.. or not..?❖ The announcer had boomed out all the excitement he can manage and announced the final contestant. Of course, the winner of this challenge would have to face the current champion. As Renton replied to Rook's cheers, a figure in a black coat appeared walking next him. The surrounding area was blurry. The mysterious figure had colorful afterimages following his movement. Was the boy hallucinating? As a result, Renton snapped back into reality and looked forth to his opponent. It was teen, about 1 year older than he was. It was of course the leader of the disciplinary committee named, ''Beat''. To most people, he's a jerk who despises Renton and gang. Renton frowned and positioned for combat. 1:00 As soon as the announcer started the match, the two boomed towards each other, placing their goals to win intertwine. Beat made the first move, his swinging very wild and carefree. It gave Renton a hard time counter back. He had no choice, but to dodge roll out of his opponent's range. 0:40 At the nick of time, forward thrusted his struggle bat towards Beat. Surprisingly, Beat managed to hit Renton in the stomach. The orbs came flying out of Renton. On the floor, he winced. There was no time lose. Renton came back fiercely and literally whacked Beat in the jaw, sending him in midair. His orbs scattered and landed on the floor. It was Renton's chance to grab the orbs before Beat had a chance to. He did as he needed and collected the remaining orbs. The clock was nearing it's end. 0:10 Ten seconds were on the clock and the boy had the advantage. Beat came back furiously and attempted his chain of swings and combos. Though, it didn't do any good. 0:00 The time was up and Renton was victorious. This left Beat in shame, leading to gawking off at his defeat. ❖I keep having these weird dreams.. ((OCC: .. .. ..)
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 3:26 pm
 Yuri had no idea what Struggling was, nor did he care....in truth, he didn't even know there was anyone at the Sandlot as he neared it. He did however, hear the cheers, shouts, and groans that obviously meant a riled up audience as well as the telltale screaming that told him a rather important fight had just ended. When he got close enough to see the action just as it was ending, Yuri smiled politely in the direction of the apparent winner but in his eyes was already the blazing excitement that meant he had marked someone as next for him to face off against. He did this from time to time, noticing a good fighter and memorizing every single last detail about them so he could find them later and have a good fair fight. A glance at the brackets and Yuri would notice one last thing before he slyly and stealthily positioned himself not two feet from Rook, who was cheering for the winner. That thing he'd noticed was the name of the subject of his attention: Renton. His voice, as he spoke to the young man, was low in volume so as to keep it relatively private, but even at that soft tone, the gentle Irish brogue that had won him a night in so many women's beds was as plain as the grin on Yuri's face and the fire blazing behind his eyes. "Renton, huh? Looks like he's got some skills." That grin, and that fiery gaze, should anyone be looking at him, would be aimed directly at Renton as he sized the boy up.
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 4:32 pm
⋘ⓇⒺⓃⓉⓄⓃ⋙
☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷ Is it real.. or not..?❖ The announcer boomed as well as the crowd, surprised that not even the leader of the Disciplinary Committee could prevent Renton from triumph. This fueled the blood of the crowd, wanting to see if this boy can top the champion. It was only a matter of time until the final stage had commenced. At the nick of time, there was a parade honoring the latest struggle champion. The boy looked forth to his arriving opponent, smiling with confidence. The champion, Setzer, looked upon as well, his fury clashing with Renton's. They both had entered the stage for their bout that would decide the position of struggle champion. The announcer began to countdown to their clash fiery wills to win. The crowd engaged the excitement onto the stage, eager to see who will be victorious. ''3, 2, 1, ..STRUGGLE!'' The countdown had met it's end and the two were in a sudden pursuit towards each, both of their goals to win entwining. Setzer VS Renton Setzer made the first move, his combat arsenal very agile and quick. It left some chances for Renton to counter, but his timing wasn't thoroughly perfect. Setzer was persistent, trying his best to make Renton slip. The boy had no choice, but to play his game of capture the flag. He was bewildered by the guy's movement, but still hung in there. It was like tape recorder. The boy had to try something. Setzer stealthily countered Renton's struggle bat, both of their weapons finally meeting. At a rapid succession, the two weapons clash at very quick rate. Though, Renton managed to knock his opponent away. This left Setzer's orbs exposed. He did what we he needed and collected the exposed orbs. At a sudden rush, Setzer's bat was aimed at the boy's face. Renton ducked and retreated. ''What's wrong? You're giving it your all?'' Setzer taunted the boy. Renton gritted his teeth at his comment and waged a pursuit towards him. Their weapons met yet again as the crowd hollered their cries of excitement. With their strength's clash, they retreated to separate directions. ''You're pretty good. But that's not going to help you. I'm gonna finish this play date.'' The man smirked and stood up from his crouch. ''I might not be the toughest tool in the shed to you, but I know one thing. That thing is that i'm going kick your a** all over this stage! Renton smiled with confidence and wiped away the minor sweat. Their comments had clashed, revealing the warm up's ending. It was time for them to really duke it out. ❖I keep having these weird dreams.. ((OCC: .. .. ..)
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 5:56 pm
Yuri Valentine - Sifu It's nice of you to join us.
The raven haired boy with a fire streak running down his hair was excited. Everyone around him cheered for who they thought would win, they cheered and hollered, the intensity of the crowd was overwhelming. The the crowd was feeding off these feelings, and the vicious circle began. Rook threw a fist up into the air, encouraging his friend on. He would yell things like 'Kick his @ss!' or sometimes something along the lines of 'Beat the ***T out of him!' The pyro was having a blast, and his friend seemed to enjoy his spot light time on the stage as well. But all in all, Rook was there to cheer Renton on the whole time. There wasn't any sign of Serenity, but his main focus was helping to send the major energy Renton's way.
Rook had failed to noticed someone had come up behind him to watch the struggle match as well. But, once he pulled his arm back to cheer again, his elbow accidentally hit the man standing not even two feet from him. He looked over his shoulder to apologize, but instantly Rook was up on the alert. His red eyes focused on him, and he began to wonder what it was he was doing there. And why was he so close? Did he ever know what personal space was? Whatever the reason, Rook decided not to judge on first appearance. He gave him an apologetic smile, and gave a concerned look.
"I'm truly sorry about that. Hopefully you're not hurt, are you?" Rook asked in a playful, yet concerned tone. He grinned, a dark and playful grin, his usual.
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 8:07 am
Over the shouting and cheering, Yuri hadn't quite expected to be heard. But as that elbow smacked him in his almost rock hard chest, Yuri only smiled gently at the young man before turning that smoother-than-butter voice on him like a laser-guided missile. "It's quite alright. I'm not so easy to injure," he'd say through something of a chuckle. Noticing the kid's expression, he pretty much knew it was to do with him being so close. But with all the wild cheering going on around them, It made what he said next so much easier to hear, "Your friend, Renton. Win or lose, he's a good fighter to make it this far." The proud look in Yuri's eyes as he turned them intently back upon Renton was one that anyone with eyes could see was the look of someone openly analyzing an opponent. The way his gentle Irish accent thickened ever so slightly as he mentioned the words "good fighter" was just as openly due to the mounting excitement and anticipation of a damn good battle. As the match continued, Yuri's eyes and ears would be on Renton, but his friend would be right there in the back of his mind as well.
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 10:25 am
⋘ⓇⒺⓃⓉⓄⓃ⋙
☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷ Is it real.. or not..?❖ This was the moment everyone waited for. The very moment that would end the two's bout against each other. There was no time to play any games anymore. Setzer and Renton stood, their undying fury of winning clashing. At the brink of combat, they came forth and clashed weapons to the extent where they afterwards, take it to midair. While airborne, the two were in the position of countering attacks at a rapid rate. Setzer missed his chance to counter the boy's flurry of attacks. As a result of this, Renton hollered a battle cry that would extend to his attack of epic proportions. The boy's weapon met Setzer's cheek. The force of the swing became comical. It was black and white, the background was in a sudden rush. ''G-gah ? ! !'' By the force of this attack, Setzer met the ground, thus creating small cater upon impact. The man's orbs went flying and Renton on a hesitant hunt for them. Setzer was on the verge of being dazed. The clock was nearing it's end. ''W-wow! What a shocking turn of events!? Renton actually pinned down Setzer ! !'' The announcer boomed along with the roars of excitement the crowd offered. ''Heh, now that was a homerun!'' Renton rested his bat on his shoulder, smiling. Setzer was badly injured from impact of his fall from above. His arm was broken. Though with his undefeated pride, he forced himself up to battle yet again. ''You're injured, man. You might not want to continue.'' Renton offered sympathy to his opponent, positioning out of combat. ''I'm not going to back down to a simple snout nosed brat ! ! I'll do what everything I can to win this ! ! !'' Setzer came towards the boy in a burst of anger. But, a change of terms had commenced. Renton dodged all of the man's swings of frustration. ''You can't swing a bat with just one hand.'' The boy moved from side to side, currently dodging Setzer's attacks. ''Don't be cocky kid! I'll finish this once and for all!'' The man scolded the boy, fury written all over his face. ''I'm just telling the basics ! ! !'' At the shot of a piercing forward thrust, Renton skyrocketed the man to the opposite side of the stage. Setzer was out cold for sure. The clock ended at the very end of the desperate struggle. Renton was officially the victor of the struggle tournament. ''I can't believe it ! ! Renton is the champion of the 100 Year Struggle Tournament ! ! ! !'' The crowd boomed and cheered for the boy's victory. The announcer offered a fabulous trophy to him. ''YEAH ! ! ! I'm the champ ! !'' The boy raised a fist to the sky, while the trophy was currently being carried in the other arm. Serenity and his other friends were seated in the stands cheering him on, thus all of them rushing up to the stage to congratulate him on his victory. Although, another friend of his stood on top of a building at the Sandlot. ''Always the one to show off, eh Renton?'' The outliered friend of his closed his eyes and walked off with smile on his face. This was possibly Renton's childhood friend. ❖I keep having these weird dreams.. ((OCC: .. .. ..) ılılıllllılılı BGM ::
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 1:58 pm
As perhaps the only person in that mob NOT screaming his head off, Yuri must have stuck out like a sore thumb. Although the flurry of blows that Renton both dealt and parried were all exceptionally fast and powerful, Yuri's grin only grew wider as he watched, studied, and analyzed every last detail right down to Renton's posture, his movements; even his breathing. Yuri missed nothing; his concentration was ironclad. As the match ended, that tunnel vision-like focus diminished and the world came back into sight and sound. As the stage was mobbed by friends and fans, Yuri only stood and pondered how long he might have to wait for the youngster to be rested enough for a REAL fight. Of course, there was always the whole showing up to issue a challenge after the fact cliche..and certainly the scene where the big bad boss makes an appearance by blasting half the stage to dust and walking in all...nah, he wasn't like that. A move like that would have been not only way too high-profile, but it also kinda would have defeated the purpose of wanting a FAIR fight.
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 10:30 am
☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷ . . . . .❖ A hour and a half had passed. There was no sign of Rook anywhere. The crowd had seized to exist, the janitorial service were cleaning up the various messes they committed during the struggle tournament. At the time, Renton and the gang were enjoying their tasty Sea Salt Ice Cream popsicles after the previous phenomena that occurred. 『ʀᴇɴᴛᴏɴ』 Renton was laying against the concrete of the stage as the others had taken a seat at the edge, enjoying their popsicles. ''Ah .. Nothing like relaxation after a victory.'' He had one leg over the other, smiling in glory. 『sᴇʀᴇɴιᴛʏ』 Serenity folded her arms and looked at Renton. ''Don't be too full of yourself, dum-dum.'' She deuced his forehead playfully. Mr. Mew stood laying by her side, lifeless as a rag doll. 『ʀᴇɴᴛᴏɴ』 ''Hey! Ow .. .. that hurt, y'know!''Renton wrangled his arm around in annoyance. 『ʙᴇᴀᴛ』 Beat heartily laughed and gestured his hands behind his head. 『ʀᴇɴᴛᴏɴ』 ''Hey, what's so funny Beat?'' The boy gestured both of his hands on his stomach, laying back on the stage after finishing his ice cream. 『ʙᴇᴀᴛ』 ''You wouldn't understand, small fry.'' He joked, teasing Renton about his height. 『ʀᴇɴᴛᴏɴ』 ''WHO'RE YOU CALLING SMALL FRY?!?! YOU b*****d ! !'' Renton comically yelled out of anger. He always got worked up whenever someone called him short. 『sᴇʀᴇɴιᴛʏ』 ''Easy Renton. No need to have a fit. Just shut up and relax, both of you.'' She laid back, Mr.Mew in her arms. 『ʀᴇɴᴛᴏɴ』 ''Tch, whatever grandma.'' The boy laid back and folded his arms, pouting. Later, he had a huge bump on his headsticking out like a sore thumb, matching his slightly beat up appearence. ❖. . . . . ((OCC: .. .. ..)
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 2:07 pm
To say that this was the moment Yuri had been waiting for would not be entirely false. He'd been watching and waiting from a nearby rooftop for the boy to be clearly rested enough to be lively again. As he landed off to Renton's left, roughly 50 feet from him, the soft thud of his boots touching down would have been deafening in that near perfect quiet that inevitably always set in once the screaming masses had departed. As Yuri rolled his shoulders and shook the stiffness from his arms as casually as one might expect from a man who'd spent the past half hour in a half-laying and half-crouching position, his words were as simple as they were so very calm that one might think he was joking when he said, "Renton, I presume. You did well today, a lot of skill and a lot of heart. I like that. Think I could bother you for one last melee?" Oh how that gentle Irish accent that so lightly touched his speech rolled off his tongue like liquid mercury off the back of a spoon.
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 3:16 pm
Sorry, guys. Just keep posting without me, I'm not in a position where I can post to the best of my abilities.
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 3:20 pm
☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷ . . . . .❖ 『ʀᴇɴᴛᴏɴ』 At the unlikeness of notice, A mysterious opponent had stepped down to the surface and confronted Renton. He mentioned that he examined the boy during his daring struggle match against the now demoted champion, Setzer. At first sight, Renton sat up and took another look at the man. ''Huh?'' The boy scratched his messy spiky hair. ''Okay then. One match couldn't hurt. Your on!'' Renton rested his struggle bat on the shoulder, jumping onto the stage. 『sᴇʀᴇɴιᴛʏ』 Serenity sighed and leaned against the edge, looking at Renton with a comical sweat drop streaming down her face. ''When is he ever going to sit in one spot? . . .'' 『ʙᴇᴀᴛ』 ''I dunno. That dude's full of energy, y'know. So quit your worrying!'' Beat smiled leaned back against the stands. 『sᴇʀᴇɴιᴛʏ』 ''I wasn't worried, Dumbo!'' Serenity yagged on, defending her offended position. ❖. . . . . ((OCC: .. .. ..) ılılıllllılılı BGM ::
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