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Gaia's world martial artist tournament that pits the best fighters against one another for the title of Gaia's Best! 

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MerDefsGirl

PostPosted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 8:05 pm


CreepasaurusRex


he wasn't going to reveal anything without a proper reason to do so.



He had already revealed quite enough. Anything she had learned tonight would be near useless once the tournament started.

"Perhaps I am," she said, swishing her soda tiredly, "But I already know a bit, seeing as you are fairly muscular, you are a strong, right? And you have a this thing against pants."

Then the long awaited brackets board came up. Red turned to listen and watch.

"Well, looks like fate, or they saw us talking and thought we were shacking up, so they decided to make us fight from the start. I hear they tinker till the last minute with these pairings. One way or another, we're going to get to know each other a little better."

Red left the tip and stood up.

"Need to sleep off the booze, I'm trying to build my tolerance, but it isn't working. Well, good luck to you."

She started walking, her destination was her room, where she would take the advice of the big man himself and get some well deserved rest.

"I won't be so shy on the battlefield, so think about having pants," she smiled.
PostPosted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 8:09 pm


Who says a laugh couldn't be troubling and genuine?

The waiter returned with a glass of white wine-- what the hell? Did she look like a lady to enjoy that?-- and was promptly sent back to the bartender with a cocked-brow expression resting upon his back. Distracted by this little interaction, she only had enough time to smile approvingly at Jace over her crystal glass before a rather flashy announcement stole their attention. The two of them hadn't been there earlier when Midus Sonners had made his extravagant entrance, and had not been within proximity to them to have attracted her attention. Now that she focused on him, her expression only sunk further into disbelieving interest. She'd sip at the water, resting an elbow on the table as the dark blue eyes started intently at the tournament owner.


Midus Sonners
"But it seems that human nature...no...the nature of a fighter cannot be changed."


She smirked faintly. Right, right, don't include her in the madness quite yet.

Midus Sonners
"And so, I am happy to introduce to you the brackets for this year's Gaian Tenkaichi Budokai. Lights."


And thus her eyes quickly adjusted to the lack of lighting, focusing on the list and scanning furiously over a few familiar names. Despite appearances, Miana had an odd interest in the tournaments and fighters, with a fair background knowledge on returning participants. Plus her recent affairs around Gaia had a few of her acquaintances up on the board. Interesting. She crossed her arms in awe. Oh, she was looking forward to these.

Finally, her drink arrived. 'Two .. Stingers, my lady,' the run-down waiter said as he offered the tray. With no idea of what her company liked, she'd ordered one of the cognac mixed drinks for Jace as well. She grabbed them before he could and held it up for him to take. Not the classiest for a lady to offer or be drinking, but he had said to be herself.

'Well, Jace, I'd say it's time for that toast. You've got an interesting match ahead of you.'
She grinned excitedly to her companion.

ruski rockpet


The Last Pedigree

PostPosted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 8:40 pm


After leaping out a time-warp...

Iopurl was sat at a table close to the bar, the surrounding tables were full of people drinking and enjoying themselves, talking and laughing, smiling and winking. However, the table Iopurl sat at was empty, but that was the way the Beast preferred it, he thought. He had always been alone, it was nicer to be without company, one didn't have to think of what to say, what not to say; it left very few complications.

As the brackets had come up Iopurl had scanned the fighters listed rather nonchalantly. He didn't know anyone here, and any names he'd heard he hadn't bothered to put a face to, so why should it concern him too much what name he was destined to face.

His thoughts were interrupted rather abruptly by some drunkard stepping up and away from the bar, cursing obscenities and knocking into people left and right. The sight amused Iopurl, and if he could have smiled he would have. Reaching for his own bowl of water, the large manimal brought the lip to his mouth, and poured the contents down his throat in one swift motion. Water was so cool and refreshing. The druid would have no poisons in his body.

"My friend."


Iopurl called out to Seth as he was flailing and screaming.

"I think you've had enough. Maybe you should find your room."

His bowl was still cupped in the palm of his large clawed hand as he said this. The beast tilted his animal head as he spoke, and leaned back in his chair. He didn't want any trouble, and he didn't expect this drunk man to offer him any.
PostPosted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 8:42 pm


KytanaTheThief
"Really hope neither of us have to fight that guy; damn creepy, he was."


Rylen merely grunted in response, keeping his eyes on the aforementioned creepy guy until the swarm of bodies encircling them blocked his view. If anything, he looked more unhappy with the fact that he did not get to fight that creepy guy, and he would be fine facing him proper-like in the first round. If that is how the brackets came out. He was about to gruffly tell Robyn that she had nothing to worry about, though the way she chuckled made him check his attitude--there was no reason to take out his pent-up frustration out on her. He could save it all for his match.

That's when, to his utmost satisfaction, Midus finally spoke in a booming, thunderous voice to announce the brackets. Nothing in the world could distract Rylen from the announcement. Or any other fighter present, for that matter. It seemed plenty of them had about as much patience as a child on a sugar-high. Who also happened to be on some sort of illegal stimulant. And coffee. All that kind of stuff.

And, as he might have predicted himself, Rylen felt indifferent about the actual unveiling. To reiterate, he did not known anyone besides Robyn. The brackets confirmed that the two of them would not be facing each other in the first round, so Rylen had nothing left to do but look forward to his match. The release of the brackets for him merely meant he was that much closer to the real show.

He cocked an eyebrow at the expletive that slipped out of Robyn's mouth. He recalled the name Omi as one of the two men that had been called to the center of the ballroom stage to fight earlier, but he did not think much of it now or then. It was a fine exhibition, but Omi had lost despite what he might have confidently declared after the match had ended. Of course, he had been restricted from using any powers or weapons he might have had, so it remained to be seen, for Rylen, what this Omi was really capable of. Maybe Robyn knew something more about this guy?

"Snow? No idea." Rylen said in response to her question. All he could say for the guy was that he had an interesting name. It reminded Rylen of his hometown in the wintry north, but that was not a fond memory for the half-wolf so he neglected to even bother mentioning it. Instead he folded his arms across his chest indifferently and turned his gaze away from the screen and back to her.

"So, Omi Barsait is your opponent? He was the one that fought in that exhibition match earlier, right? At least you know one of his weaknesses--being choked." He said with a wry grin. He could sense the tension in her voice, and he saw it is as a sign of apprehension. He hoped his joking attitude about it would help her feel more confident.

Cael Zero


Daria Jade

PostPosted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 8:50 pm


"..."

Her opal eyes slid to the side at the booming voice, only very slightly showing an air of irritation. If anyone had asked her, the call for attention was little less than aggravating, and it bewildered her how such a volatile tone of command had worked its magic. But, of course, no one was asking, and the voice had achieved its purpose, one way or another. If nothing else, it certainly proved to her one thing...

...she was a long way from home.

Had it not been for her prolonged silence, the woman likely would have stood out as odd, not because of any one feature or trait, but simply because she didn't look right. Her long hair fell about her shoulders like sheets of black ink, blending into the like-colored satin dress wrapping her subtle curves. Long and slender legs were left bare, save for the heels bounding her feet--also black, as were the gloves about her elegant hands, and the color of her lips, though they seemed in no way painted. The only thing that wasn't black was a deep, dark red, something akin to a garnet--indeed, it was certainly some sort of precious gem, hanging from her neck by a black cord. But what made it truly strange was the paleness of her flesh, so white that the woman looked like she'd stepped out of a black-and-white comic book or television, had it not been for the stone.

Turning slightly in her stool, the woman's stare drifted to the brackets displayed upon the giant screen, though she wasn't entirely sure why--it wasn't as if she knew any of the participants. Perhaps it was to try and get a sense for which might be a good fight to watch? Though, they'd probably all be broadcast anyway...

"...strawberry daiquiri," she murmured, her hand drifting to the side to hand her empty glass to the bartender, all without moving her eyes from the screen. She would wait for the weight of the glass to leave the delicate grasp of her fingertips, and then allow her hand to drift down, her forearm laying lazily upon the counter.

How had this woman gotten here? Why was she here? What interest did she have in the tournament? None were clear, but nor did any of the surrounding guests seem to question or mind--indeed, to them, she had simply always been there, and some sort of foreboding aura kept those of weaker will well away.
PostPosted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 8:54 pm


Seth heard something. Perhaps there was someone talking to him. in fact he didn't give a s**t he was in a pretty pissed off mood at this time. Grinning he lowered his shoulders abit. Relaxing somewhat he began to turn around

...

"....Who the ******** said that? " Seth snapped

His face was twisted in all directions as he let out a yell and use the turning momentum and his fist as sledgehammer in a horizontal arch. He swung around with such fast force, the man or creature whatever it was the man would be wise to dodge it. Shot glasses and screaming would ring out into the air as chaos would now surround this bar area. Indeed random, Seth was , never letting down a guard his body would follow through. So when he came around his body would be ready to counter. But then again it was risky trowing out such a wild attack it left to much open.


'....Arrgghh!" Was all that needed to be said. The tipsy man was having a bad mood swing.

Garam Nijashi Hikuro


The Last Pedigree

PostPosted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 9:06 pm


The beast had been reclining in his chair, watching Seth, but it became very apparent the man was going to attack when he turned with such force, a fist leading his twist. Had Iopurl remained in his recline, the punch would have struck him square in the head, sending his body flying from the chair, and the back of his head to the cold marble ground. As it stood, he saw the punch coming from a mile off.

As the fist soared through the air, Iopurl slammed down on his chair, bringing it off the recline, and flinging him out it's seat. This served to bring the Beast into Seth's very personal space, in fact it brought the two chest to chest. Iopurl's speed coming out the chair would be more than enough to dent Seth's forward momentum. Regardless, the punch would either graze off Iopurl's arm, or miss him completely as he stepped inside the arc the fist was going to make.

With bowl still in hand though, Iopurl didn't finish at launching himself out his chair. The beast brought his palm up to Seth's face, his palm having a bowl in it. He meant to crack the bowl with Seth's face, or Seth's face with the bowl. It didn't matter which way it happened.

As the Beast got close to Seth, those surrounding backed off. Unless they GRAPPLED scream the two would have to break away from what was inches away from an intimate hug, and Iopurl didn't intend to simply walk off the distance.
PostPosted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 9:18 pm


MerDefsGirl




"Need to sleep off the booze, I'm trying to build my tolerance, but it isn't working. Well, good luck to you."

She started walking, her destination was her room, where she would take the advice of the big man himself and get some well deserved rest.

"I won't be so shy on the battlefield, so think about having pants," she smiled.


He nodded off lightly to her as she stood. Cyril himself got up to tend to his own things, walking with her.

"I would hope so."

He chuckled lightly, as they walked down the hall, it was indeed an interesting twist of fate to have the two of them face off first match.. Interesting indeed. Laughing again, he turned to her before she stepped into her room.

"I guess it wasn't meant to be, for we will have to beat each other to a pulp in the first round.. Truly unfortunate to have to want to besmirch such a beautiful face.."

Giving a lengthy pause for a moment, as though thinking heavily, and then laughing again, a small wink as well, a little light shining from his eyes.

"Oh yes, and yours as well."

Taking her hand lightly in his own, he brought it to his lips, meeting it for only a moment.

"In any case, Ms. Red. I wish us both only the best of luck in the coming battle. I am sure we both will need it. Rest well, and I will see you on the morrow."

With that, he started off towards his own room, having seen her off, he hoped to indeed have a good day at battle..

CreepasaurusRex



Pandumb


Lonely Scamp

PostPosted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 9:23 pm


((Ohhh, lemme have my fun.

Anyhow, I should make my post now. Better late than never I always say.))

"Impatient rabble..."

As Midus Sonners gave his speech to the competitors and attendees down on the ballroom floor, a tall figure stood off to the side in the shadows of the balcony curtains behind the chairman.
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But "figure" was all that could be said to describe him. He looked more like a statue than a man, standing like a seven-foot-tall wall of iron. With how little the figure moved, he could be easily confused as an inanimate suit of spike-studded armor adorning the interior of the balcony. What little light that hit him from within the shadows reflected off of him as if every inch of his body was made of steel.

That was to be assumed, of course, wasn't it? Any man dressed head to toe in armor such as that would look the same way. But anyone with acute senses could tell something was off. No "man" stood so coldly as the giant armored warrior standing off to Midus' side in the shadows. Even the most silent, unshakable warriors stood with some semblance of life in them.

Here...there was no life at all.

"We will see how their impatience fuels their fighting spirit," said the voice echoing from the darkness of his horned helmet. "I do not like being disappointed."
PostPosted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 9:25 pm


The bowl would crash into his face. Shattering like glass against his nose/mouth/forehead/etc. A grunt escapes his lips and Seth just pushes forward. Small cuts and lacerations covers his face but evil swells Seth with joy. Gritting his teeth together his arms would find its way tight around the mans waist. Indeed the near hug made such things easier.

..The man wanted to tango right ?

Pulling the man in with his guillotine grip . Seth smiled as a forceful head butt would smash into the mans face. Not once, but twice. Seth wasn't letting go for s**t now. He had him, and like a skinny b***h between a fat kid an some cake. That just isn't gonna happen

Garam Nijashi Hikuro


The Last Pedigree

PostPosted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 9:26 pm


((How tall is Seth?))
PostPosted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 9:30 pm


The Last Pedigree
((How tall is Seth?))
....6ft

Garam Nijashi Hikuro


The Last Pedigree

PostPosted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 9:38 pm


Some would say to hold a bear in a loving embrace is a death wish. The same could be said about the scenario Seth found himself in right now. As Iopurl smashed the bowl into Seth's face with a moment of satisfaction, he found himself pinned around the waist, with his bowl-less arm now pinned to his side as well. A normal man would have worried, but Iopurl was no man. The furry beast-warrior would destroy this Hume would presumed to grab him.

As Iopurl looked down at Seth to see his next move, he found his snout smashed in by the end of Seth's forehead. It didn't take Iopurl a second to react. His head whipped back, nose pointing in the air, and he let out a colossol howl of pain, the sound echoing through the ballroom as the Beast felt pain surge through his entire face, and down the cords of his neck. Being struck in the nose was tremendously painful. The blood began to boil within him, the animal rising to take over his mentality. Seth's next headbutt would strike him in the throat, cutting off his howl mid-howl. A strange choking-gargling noise met Iopurl as he lowered his head to counter-act further headbutts and try to catch his breath again.

In the mean time his free hand, his left, rose to Seth's right cheek. His claws would tear apart the cheek like a knife through butter, the sharpened digits leaving nothing but ribbons where before there had been recognizable face. If Seth did nothing to protect his eye, that too would meet a gruesome end as the dagger-like nails served to pierce it. Seeing as Seth was so unfortunately linked to Iopurl with both hands at that moment, it seemed unlikely he would be able to do anything to save his face or eye.

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PostPosted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 9:54 pm


The creature was loud indeed. A very loud b*****d. Seth had a moment of clarity where he realized just what exactly was happening right now. Bear hugging a furry creature who looked like he had a sweet taste for dark meat. A quickly as it came, the clarity was lost.

..You gotta be shitting me

Nothing could compare to this feeling right now. Knee deep in battle, face to face with an unknown foe. Indeed he missed these days so ******** much. Exerting his strength he stabilized his footing to only find himself feeling immense pain. Blood now seeped from his face as this creature claws raked at him.

"...No" He yelled as he ran full force into the counter behind them bashing him and the man closer together. This was an attempt to prevent any further harm from his free claw. But Seth twisted fast backwards, using raw power an strength into a suplex. But it would resemble much like a Russian suplex where mid arch Seth would let go sending the creature flying in the opposite direction away from the counter.

...NOO!!

Garam Nijashi Hikuro

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