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 Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 11:08 pm
Dark Tournament style FTW
Basic coliseum setup, a round arena raised off of the ground made of solid Adamantium, which spans a good hundred meters in diameter. 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, not complaining and leave me the heck alone until your match is finished.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 5:33 pm
Tezuka eyed the structure from an elevated point-of-view, hands on his hips and a frown on his mug. He sneered at the set-up with closed lips, a hand coming up to lightly scratch the bridge of his nose while eyes scanned the empty expanse. 'So this is where the s**t storm'll kick up?' <********' brutal." He huffed, turning his head to the right and expelling phlegm off into the distance. He sniffed again before wiping his thumb against the tip in a motion similar to that seen in old timey boxing. It was all he could do not to laugh out loud at the setup: the weather. It was almost too good for him. He wasn't really there to be a meteorologist, though. The man had s**t to do; or, more precisely, to kill. He didn't give a rat's a** about who his opponent was. All that he knew was that the good Captain Redman had asked him to make a show of force. And a good 'show of force' was what he was aiming for.
"Hmph." Tezuka took a step forward and fell towards the platform, free-falling for a few moments before suddenly disappearing with the aid of shunpo. He reappeared a few feet above the center Adamantium, arms held out in front of his body as he jerked them down and into a front flip, landing softly on his feet as his uniform billowed under the sudden acceleration. His arms dropped to his sides as he surveyed his surroundings from this level: The field was indeed expansive. Made him feel good. His heartbeat started to jump, feeling endorphins starting to race through his body. The tingling feeling was warm, catching him clean in the face as he smiled at himself. His right hand came up to his chest, beating against it in a balled up fist to half-tempo of his heart. It was mighty. He reared his head back, mouth open. "RAAAGH!!" The roar echoed out along the grounds, coming back to him as he did this three more times. His throat now open he let his arm drop a little to come level with its counterpart limb. He flexed a little, curling them into each other as reiatsu pulsated and vanished and then returned to a normal output. He was ready for this. "Let the killin' fields receive sustenance, bitches!"
[Intro]
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 8:00 pm
Caedmon walked briskly around the arena, rushing from side to side in order to ensure that all was well before his challenger approached. No rips in the adamantium, hardly a surprise. The guy who I bought it from told no lies the warrior thought as he took his sword to the unforgiving metal. No marks visible, he grunted and sat down beside a tree while he awaited his honored guest. Bottle of sake in one hand, he used his powers over electricity to 'read' a holodisk in the other. Eyes closed, he paged slowly through thousands of potential threats while keeping his senses on the lookout for spikes in spiritual pressure.
A sudden outburst of reiatsu shocked him from his reverie, calculating brown eyes opening to a man apparently trying to impersonate a silver-back. Caedmon sized up his opponent before once again 'reading' the holodisk. "Tezuka......Matsushima huh?" he murmured as he approached the stage. With a gigantic smile he rent the otherwise quiet left after Tezuka announced himself with extremely loud and obnoxious clapping. "Well done. I would have never thought that copying an animal would lead to a good first impression. Regardless, lets get this show on the road" he said casually, flipping himself up onto the platform and standing on the other side of the center from Tezuka. Sword still sheathed and in the usual upside down way it usually hangs, Caedmon dropped down into his 'long spider' stance, foot stretched out with both hands in defensive positions. His light blue reiatsu, tinged with lightning, emanated from the warrior as he awaited Tezuka's first move.
[Intro]
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 4:45 pm
Tezuka stiffened and looked over his shoulder, his jaw tightening as the vein in his forehead suddenly began to pulsate in time with his reiatsu. His arms lowered to his sides, eyes bulging from his head in pure contempt of his opponent. " ******** you say ta' me, shithead...?" His voice crept up from his throat, spewing the observational insult at his opponent as if he were getting rid of unwanted phlegm from his mouth. The words were sludgy, as if being growled. But this wasn't a purring session. Tezuka just chewed and spat out the carcass, leaving the dead husk of his previously jovial state to lay there writhing as it took its final breaths, gasping for air. He flexed his fingers, clenching and unclenching them into fists as he turned around to face the man who had the balls to say something so ridiculous. No, he wasn't going to get away with insult Tezuka's pre-game show. Not a chance in hell.
His heartbeat was slowly rising as he psyched himself out, now thundering loudly in his chest as it lifted up and down with heavy breathing. Blue eyes stared at the man then past him, the slightly different shaded irises becoming impossible to see as his pupils dilated and adrenaline flooded his system. 'Aww, yeah, that's the stuff.' His body shuddered under the surge. 'b***h gonna get it now. ********' Turkish style!'
Tezuka let more of reiatsu begin to leak from his body beginning to concentrate reiryoku into his hands as he swiftly brought them up into a loose clapping position. "Bakudo 21: Sekienton!" His words resonated for a moment, being joined with the clap of his hands and the clap of the explosion as red smoke shot up and out towards Caedmon's position across the way. Just seconds after the smoke cleared him Tezuka let his signature explode, an outpouring of almost uncontrolled energies swirling around him before shunpo'ing to the left. This was actually a feint as he suddenly shut himself from releasing his signature and dropped down to that of a small animal or insect, shunpo'ing to the right in a zig-zag motion into the smoke and towards Caedmon.
Time stood still to Tezuka as the rush and sting of the smoke caught him in the eyes, but didn't deter him from his path. His teeth grit into what some would call him a madman for looking this way, but there was little their words could do now as he lost himself into a realm of numbness and drew his sealed zanpakuto. The knife-like weapon felt familiar in his hands, albeit only in the sense of feeling the pressure against his skin, sliding effortlessly from its sheath as he sped along into the flanking maneuver he had initiated against Caedmon. The poor sap was standing still for pity's sake! What an easy target he had made himself! Tezuka sneered at these musings, blowing out one last breath as he exited the cloud of red smoke, still in shunpo, and came about Caedmon's side. Tezuka's weapon arm thrust forward, compelling his knife to drive home into the man's back.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 5:31 pm
"Here we go" Caedmon commented casually as Tezuka began to freak out, letting loose more of his harsh and violent reiatsu run rampant. "Language, language" he retorted in response to the 'sailor mouthed' man harassing him. When the man finally decided to move, he switched to his horse stance, hands clenched by his hips as he took the powerful defensive stance. His good mood evaporated, leaving behind only the swirling mass of hatred he had begun festering despite only knowing him for an instant. "Enjoy your stay in hell!" He screamed as the man's unexpected bakudo exploded around him.
He could still sense the man's murderous intent swirling around him, seeking his blind spots for a fast kill. Damn, where is he? he thought, straining his senses to keep track with the man through the blinding curtain of smoke. He closed his eyes.
"Feel him. Let his killing gaze tell you where he is. Do not let him sneak up on you" Kinzoku whispered in the warriors mind, and with that thought his eyes snapped open. "Of course the coward always strikes from the rear!" he roared, spinning around to face the man. An instant too late. Knife grazed the air before him, suspended on a thought. With the trained practice of a Shaolin monk, his left hand grabbed at the knife hand, pulling down and away in it was caught. Still turning, the padded right fist swung around, attempting to catch the man in the back of the head. If all else failed, Caedmon would simply drop his feet to the ground and shunpo backwards out of the smoke.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 6:06 pm
Tezuka tightened his grip on the knife angling the point up at Caedmon's wrist as the man grabbed for his weapon hand. Tezuka's left arm snaked up and over, letting the man's right slam harmlessly against his armpit. He flexed his upper arm to squeeze against Caedmon's fist and proceeded coil his arm around Caedmon's, Tezuka's forearm coming up under the man's elbow to rest his hand against the other's bicep before attempting to pull him closer. "Then it wouldn't be called a 'Turkish Stabbing', now would it, ******** face?" Tezuka snarled, revealing his pearly-whites and somehow morphing such a wonderful feature into nothing short of a grotesque smile. "It was meant as an insult! So take it as one!" He jerked up and back with his left arm, tightening the hold as he attempted to break the man's arm at the elbow and pull him closer. At the same time he manipulated the knife-like zanpakuto in the fingers of his right into a reverse grip and pulled back on it, trying to dislodge the grip on his wrist while setting up for an overhead stab.
His feet shuffled underneath him as he orchestrated his upper body, right leg stepping inside Caedmon's left as his left came up to knee the man in the gut.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 2:10 pm
Caedmon simply smiled as his arm was locked into the man's armpit. With both men pulling as hard as they did, their faces locked inches from each other, twin glares of hatred in their eyes. "Turkish stabbing? Never paid attention to that in history class, but your insult wasn't that good......or was it?" he said provocatively, attempting to piss off the man before him.
Still staring Tezuka in the teeth, Caedmon assisted him in getting out of his grip by practically throwing the arm away from him. That should set him off balance he thought, punching downwards at the oncoming knee with incredible force before punching two of the fingers that were currently locked in the armpit into said armpit. "This should mess with ya. Byakurai!" he whispered into Tezuka's ear, letting the spell launch from his fingertips.
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 8:12 pm
((Watch what you assume there, Charlie Brown. Only an amateur would use all of his strength to preform a simple grapple.))
Tezuka smelt the searing of his flesh long before he would ever feel it, an odd sense of zero gravity creeping over him with the slight off set in his posture due to his arm being flung about and his leg slamming back down to the ground to leave him standing square again; even if leaning backward askew. His weapon hand was free, though, and, with that split second revelation he proceeded to thrust it forward and past Caedmon's neck on the man's right. Hopefully, on the way by, Tezuka would nick the man's neck with his blade still in the reversed grip. It was probably wishful thinking, but a lot of s**t could happen in such tight quarters. His right arm continued to stretch up and around the neck, coming back to circle on Tezuka's body as he attempted to put the man in an inverted choked hold with one arm.
Meanwhile, his left arm slid forward, aching under the assault of the super close Byakurai, but still responding nonetheless; his numbed state-of-being being the only reason that he wasn't gritting his teeth in pain. Letting go and uncoiling from around Caedmon's arm Tezuka brought it to curl up against the man's shoulder and assist his other arm's efforts while his legs did their own magic of toppling the man: his right foot stomping on Caedmon's left foot and his left hooking around behind to attack the soft back of the man's knee with a swift heel kick. Combing that with Tezuka trying to fall backwards and they would both, hopefully become horizontal to the arena, Caedmon's head going first into the adamantium followed closely by Tezuka's back.
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 3:02 pm
((Where did I assume?))
Caedmon's mind reeled in shock as he partook of the stench burning flesh gave off. A momentary mental check to stave off the gag reflex was all the time his opponent needed to attack, blade dropping with the intent of a vampire in the throes of a feeding frenzy. Jerking his head to the side was nearly useless, there was simply no room to move in his state. A spray of crimson shot from the wound, as superficial as it was. "s**t" was all he could make out as his flesh shrieked in agony. The double threat was more than enough to help Tezuka continue with his onslaught, the strange feeling of falling echoing through the dimness of Caedmon's mind.
As he fell, a sudden determination gripped him. "I will defeat him!" he screamed, again pointing a finger at Tezuka's side. "Hado number one, Sho!" erupted from his mouth in the same instant that the spell was released, blowing him away from his foe. Rolling backwards exactly three times before tumbling with uncertainty on his feet, he quickly lost balance and fell to one knee. "Not bad. Never expected to find one who can come close to matching me in hand to hand combat here. Under normal circumstances I would spend the better part of two days correcting your stances to batter fight me with, but neither of us have that freedom." he said wearily, watching Tezuka's every movement. So tired of this bleeding he thought before placing his palm directly to the minor wound. "Sokatsui" he whispered under his breath, scaling back the damage of the kido tremendously. He grimaced in pain as the spell did its work, cauterizing the wound so it would not continue to bleed as he awaited the response from Tezuka.
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 12:01 am
((Try reading your old posts. It's not like I made it a game of 'Where's Waldo'...))
Tezuka felt the pressure build in his side, suddenly rocketing away from Caedmon a short distance as the man incited the low level kido against him. Coming out into a roll Tezuka quickly righted himself, jumping to his feet with reflexes most gymnasts would have a jaw dropping moment at. His gaze moved away to look down at the burning hole in his shihakusho's left side. It was bigger than he'd expected, but at least it wasn't still smoking. Blue orbs scanned over the charred flesh for a brief moment before coming back up to stare at Caedmon, suddenly becoming easier to see as Tezuka witnessed the man set his head alight. What was he thinking, using Sokatsui on himself?! It was all Tezuka could do not to double over in his fit of laughter. "Are you ******** kidding me?!" He finally managed to blurt out between gasps of air, hands on his knees. "That's got to be the dumbest ********' thing I've seen in awhile. And I've seen a lot of stupid s**t in my day!" His teeth showed, pearly whites glistening with saliva before he turned to spit out the foam forming in his maw.
Tezuka took a deep breath and stood back up to his full height, switching his knife-like zanpakuto back to a forward grip. His feet shuffled a little bit while he made his stance comfortable, but still active: loose in terms of offense or defense, but still having a very obvious state of hostility. With his left foot leading he held his left arm out in front of him with his his elbow bent at a 90 degree angle, hand open. His right hand gripped at his zanpakuto, holding it for optimal forward stabbing with his thumb tucked gingerly against the ring guard. "You need a minute ta collect cher smokin' flesh or can we continue already, Mr. Krueger?" Tezuka chuckled at his own contemporary reference, not dropping his guard, but reinforcing himself with a small outpouring of reiryoku. It was cool this time around, covering his body in a thin layer of feel good energy as he stood there waiting for Caedmon to react to his own kido faux pas.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 8:14 pm
((Sorry for the long break, had to spend a week without internet. Being grounded from my tech sucks -_-))
The blood problem stopped, Caedmon could now focus better now that the precious liquid was more or less safe inside his body. "Well, I burned you pretty good so I figured that I would give myself one out of pity" he called, a wide, sweeping bow given just to add insult to more insult to injury. At least I have the presence of mind to not let myself bleed all over the damn floor he thought sullenly. Then one of Tezuka's comments caught him off guard. "Mister.........Krueger? Am I suppossed to know who this person is?" he yelled, obviously hiding something. Once again he fired off Sokatsui, the spell flying low to target the legs. The spell let off a large amount of light as well, hopefully covering up the fact that Caedmon was no longer there.
Caedmon popped out of his shunpo roughly five feet to the right of Tezuka, swinging down his sheathed sword in an effort to smash Tezuka in the upper arm and make him drop the sword.
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 6:55 am
((Alrighty, I'm just gonna explain a few things to ya' since you seem to think this polished turd of a post is acceptable in any shape or form. Firstly, do you even understand the size of Sokatsui when the incantation is said aloud? The sheer magnitude of it at point blank range would disintigrate the ******** flesh from your face along with your bones. IT'S HUGE. Got it? Secondly, wtf are you doing making a second Sokatsui? Is it a silent cast or are you just slinging them around like they're nothing for shits and giggles? Size changes with silent casting and, looking at your profile, you are no Squad 5 captain. Not even an ex. Hell, you're the ex 'hand-to-hand' captain. Ring a bell? Guess not. I mean sure, the blast is still gonna be bright, but, let's face it, this is just turning into a lulzfest on your part. I'm getting the whole court jester vibe now. And lastly, but most certainly not the least, my weapon hand isn't stretched out in front me. It's by my side. My left hand is stretched out and would be the one to take the force of you sheathed sword strike. I don't even know how you could mix that s**t when I'm going into such minute detail. I'm at work right now, so I can't exactly go about replying to this...thing.
And don't even try to edit your post. I've screencapped your post already. biggrin ))
Tezuka's vision blurred, seeing the world through coke bottles as Caedmon fired off his second Sokatsui. Tezuka didn't stare straight at it, instead defocusing his eyes and looking at the adamantium base before him without actually looking at it. It was as if he was looking through it, seeing the soul of the ground beneath. A smile smeared its way across his face as he strengthened his reiryoku barrier about himself once over. His body tensed, senses mottled by the sudden explosion before him as fire peppered his face and outstretched hand. To any normal shinigami this would cause extreme discomfort being so close to the blast radius of such an attack. However, by now, everyone who knew Tezuka would know he was anything but normal when it came to the registration of pain during a fight. Oh, he would feel it later, for sure, but this wasn't then.
Something off to his right caught his eye, seeing it in his mind's eye before registering it in his own visual perception. His head turned towards Caedmon, a blank stare plastered on Tezuka's face as his brain put two and two together to realize what the hell was actually going on. It only took a fraction of a second more for his body to do the same. The image solidified and orders were given accordingly. There was little he could do in the confusion, so Tezuka did what he always did when things didn't make sense: beat it into the ground.
His body didn't have time to pivot, nor did it have time to change stance at all, but he was ready with something most would consider extremely foolhardy for a man of his position. Gathering reiryoku around his feet he disappeared, tripping his way into shunpo as he rocketed towards Caedmon in the five feet that seemed to separate the pair, reappearing mere inches from the man's face. 'Cannonball anyone?!?'
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 10:40 am
((Really? Now to correct your a**. One, my first sokatsui had nothing wrong with it. It has been shown IN THE ******** CANON that the intensity of the spell can be altered. Check when the group was invading Las Noches, ad yo will find it if you can read. Two, as for the incantation, I never said it because I have the eishohaki for it. Also, just because I am from one squad does not mean I cannot have other powers. If that were true, then you couldnt pull off most of the hand to hand on me, AS I WAS THE ******** CAPTAIN OF IT. Three, I put way more than enough power ino the spell, thats why it is more bright than usual. As for my seriousness, this is not up for debate. I have my reasons for even being in this tourney, and no you will not know of them. Four, I AM ON YOUR RIGHT SIDE. How do I hit your left arm with my attack aimed at your right hand? If I were aiming at your left hand I would say so, and would have something to mess with your sword hand as well.
Finally, If you have an issue with my post PM me. Dont post it here where it clutters up the fight. I also will not edit my post as that is something that should not be done...........and what is screencapping? Taking a picture of the computer screen? Anyways, better post something in response as in RP. And have a nice day))
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2010 8:07 pm
((There, I posted in my other post with an edit.
And, yes, I'm still within the time limits.
Anyone wanna contest this be my guest...))
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