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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 4:57 pm
Triple Threat The object of this match is for three fighters to enter the same match, only one of which leaving as the winner. The combatants are:
Epithany
Taliman Wesley
Miyuki Kitase
Due to the nature of the thread being that of battle, it will not follow Club Orion's normal real time format. This in mind, the players may take breaks if they need to - they needn't try to finish the fight in one evening.
Below are listed the details of the match.
Location
The fighters are to do battle in the Club Orion stadium ring. The ring is a solid block of stone, rising some four feet above the matted floor. The surface is covered by large, heavy ring tiles made of a white, alien material known as featherstone. It is extremely durable for a natural rock, but polished to a smooth shine. There is a small set of steps at each side of the four sides of the ring; the corners of the ring point to each compass direction. Forty feet from the Northwestern side of the ring are the stairs leading to the stadium exit.
Fifteen feet away from each border of the ring (minus the Northwestern border) is a yard-tall featherstone barricade, simply a small wall to keep spectators back. Beyond this barricade is nearly eighty feet of tiled floor, covered with fifty seats for spectators. These seats are on the floor, and are neither bleachers nor stands. They more or less resemble streamlined lawnchairs bolted to the floor.
Stakes
Each player in this Triple Threat match is going to get some gold. The 3rd place prize - given to the first player to be defeated or voted third best of the three - is 10,000 gold. The 2nd place prize - given to either the last player to be defeated or the one voted second best of the three - is 15,000 gold. The 1st place prize - given to the player who either defeats the other two or is voted to be the best of the three - is 20,000 gold.
There, now you have a reason to win. =D
Post Order
The order of posting between Epithany, Miyuki and Taliman will be decided by dice rolls. The three of them will roll 100-sided dice in this thread. The player whose number is closest to 100 goes last in the post order. The player whose number is closest to 1 goes first. This post order is to be followed strictly - double-posting more than once may lead to disqualification.
Time Limit
There is no actual time limit to the fight, such as a date that the match must end by. Instead, each fighter will be allowed to post up to 20 times without straying from their posting order. This amounts to 60 posts in all. If a player is disqualified or defeated before their 20 posts are up, the remainder will be evenly divided and added to the allowed posts of the other two players. The match can end before all 60 posts are used.
Match Rules
Any player can be defeated at any time, but as long as the post limit has not been reached and there are still at least two characters remaining, the match will continue. Until that limit has been met, the match can end under any of the following conditions:
Submissions - Should at any point a character admit defeat and forfeit the battle, they will be immediately ejected from the match.
Ringouts - Should any part of a fighter's body touch the floor, floormats, ring barricade or spectators' seats, or go further than the stadium entrance, twenty feet below the ring, past the stadium walls or the stadium roof, they are immediately disqualified and ejected from the match.
Knockouts - Should at any point a fighter be knocked unconscious due to another fighter's attack, the knocked-out fighter will be immediately disqualified and ejected from the match.
Interference - Should at any point a fourth fighter enter themselves into the match, they will be summarily smote and kicked out in very much a violent manner, their post in the meantime being deleted and ignored. We have no time for bullshit. >o>
Deaths - Should at any point a fighter be killed due to an intentional attack from another fighter, the attacker will be disqualified, and the third fighter will be named the winner.
Rule-Breaking - Please refer to the Shadows Battle Format thread by Deity, which has the God Mode list by Keno, on the main forum of Shadows. Deity trusts the rules of battle in this guild to be perfectly followed, but in the event that they are brought up as an issue, it will be dealt with accordingly.
Lastly . . . .
Deitys asks the three players to please make any adjustments or additions to their characters now. If something about your character and/or their abilities has changed, it is in your best interest to update your character profile now. Right now. < <; The state of your profile is what you will have to work with after the first IC post has been made. Once this happens, Deity will keep copies of the three profiles and keep an eye out for any edits that may occur during the match. You absolutely will not be allowed to change a word of your ability list during the match - no exceptions.
All that said.....have fun. (=;
Judges
Should the match run the allotted 'time' with no winner - after 20 posts apiece - a set of five judges shall overlook the match and decide the winner. If all three fighters remain by the end of the battle, the judges will not only choose the winner, but also who comes in the second and third places.
The judges for this match are as follows:
Lady Red Fox
User-Name
Jans Viper
Tacitus
Kaen Yashagawa
Vintrict
Deity has other volunteers that were not selected as official judges. For the time being, they will remain as back-up in the event that one of the selected five can't do their job. 9u9
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 4:59 pm
Reserved
....just in case. < <;
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Taliman Wesley rolled 1 100-sided dice:
100
Total: 100 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 8:42 pm
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Epithany rolled 1 100-sided dice:
81
Total: 81 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 8:46 pm
What the hell, to have gotten 100 seriously.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 8:48 pm
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Miyuki Kitase rolled 1 100-sided dice:
38
Total: 38 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 8:55 pm
I can already tell I just got ******** over in this roll situation. XD
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 9:10 pm
That is so messed up. xD
....okee then. The post order will be Miyu, Pith, Tali.
You guys can post whenever...Deity would encourage you to post as much as possible every day if you all happen to be on at the same time, but if it's your turn and you have the time, post.
You may fire when ready. >o>
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 12:13 pm
Her boots made heavy thuds against the floor. Each step echoed throughout the expanse of the empty hall, resembling the now predictable effects of a classic horror movie. First she was a naught but a silhouette; her figure swaying at the hips like an oncoming seductress. Every time her foot fell, her presence grew nearer while the anticipation increased, the tension thickened, and the desire for her flooded the mind.
Upon the shadowy sketch of her frame was shed some light, revealing her attire. Her favorite loose white shirt a few sizes too large, hung off of her body like a loose towel, threatening to show all and tell all at a moment's notice, yet said nothing. Tan skin was accompanied with pink blush over her bosom to which she paid no mind. It was covered. It was supported. Enough said.
To juxtapose this loose upper garment was a tighter, more form fitting lower one which was black in color. The hem of the skirt grazed over the middle of her knees, sliding up an inch or two as she advanced, but the accompanying fishnet stockings added friction to her otherwise silky smooth skin.
Drawing into the light completely, a tiny blue vial could be seen hovering above her breasts with only a thin silver chain to hold onto for dear life. A bit brighter, and more keen to shine was a sapphire jewel resting on her forehead between her eyes. Her hair threatened to conceal it, but it twinkled all the same with no regard.
As Red came into the, as of now, empty arena, her steady eyes scanned the platform upon which the contestants would be competing. Having fought there at least one or twice before, she knew it to be a fair and suitable structure. The only problem with it now was that it was empty. For the better perhaps as a judge who arrived late wasn't much of a judge at all. Hopefully she wouldn't have to wait long.
Taking note of the row of seats behind the barricade, the vixen swayed her hips to the right, her tail a lazy pendulum behind her, barely keeping the rhythm. Coming upon the last seat to the immediate left of the armory, she sat quietly, not wanting to entertain or otherwise humor anyone. Especially if they were just gonna stare at her. For some reason they thought familiarity with her breasts gave them a reason to actually speak to her and she'd rather avoid that.
Crossing her legs, left over right, and wrapping her tail around her waist, she began to stroke the soft fur tenderly with her left hand as her right withdrew a pair of glasses which were hanging on the inside of her shirt by the last fastened button. With a snap of her wrist they popped open and she slid them over the bridge of her nose and peered out onto the empty ring. She didn't want to be kept waiting.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 12:14 pm
It was time.
Something that most of the regulars had been waiting for, but especially something that the contestants had been extremely patient with. It was the beginning of the final match of the Orion tournament. But it wasn't a normal match like the rest; this one would contain not just two but three combatants, all of them fighting for the title of champion in this prestigious match. This was a battle that this vixen was determined to win; she wanted that title and glory, and she would do nothing but her best to get it. Her large kitsune ears twitched in anticipation, swiveling to the left and right as if trying to pick up any foreign sound around her.
Stepping into the main arena, her oceanic hues began to dart around quickly, gazing at the entire expanse with a hint of amusement. This would be a grand battle, she could foresee it. She didn't notice the presence of another female in the area; she was more concerned about those she would be battling, not those that were watching. Without further hesitation, she began to step forward, her movements quick and fluid and indicating no fear of the situation. Her tail swung methodically behind her, a delicate swish that brought attention to her shapely hips. Her porcelain skin was quite noticeable against the dark clothing that she had chosen to wear today.
With a quick flick of the wrist, Miyuki had brushed back the long aquamarine tresses that were currently trying to hinder her eyesight. Knowing that they could possibly cause a problem in the future, she pulled a spare hairtie off her wrist and began to pull her hair back, placing it into a low ponytail that would ensure no harassment on its part. With a gentle purr escaping her lips, she had stepped onto the arena platform, arms folded over her chest in a patient manner.
Her attire for the day was nothing less expected from this fighter. A skin tight sleeveless shirt adorned her top half, keeping her secure at her chest and not really needing to worry about loose clothing. A pair of black pants and flat boots were the rest of her outfit to the main degree. She had an assortment of pouches on the belt that she wore, plus a few well placed weapons including the blade she was so fond of. Fingerless gloves that went all the way up to her elbows stayed stationed on her arms. Finally, a crimson pendant hung from her neck, nestled against her breasts. It emitted nothing at this point, hanging there motionlessly. She seemed pleased with what she had with her; it would be a long battle.
A soft yawn escaped cherry hued lips; she would still have to wait for her fellow combatants before anything could be started. With her eyes narrowed slightly at the entrances, she waited just as much as she could, knowing that she may as well enjoy the silence she was enraptured in right now. There would be no quiet moments in the near future.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 12:48 pm
"See I told you mommy wouldn't get away."
He knew very little about what exactly was to happen soon, but Miyuki had told him about the tournament and informed him that she had made it to the final round, which apparently would be a triply threat including Miss Epithany and his uncle, Taliman. Although that made him feel rather uneasy, he reassured himself that killing was likely forbidden. On that same note though, he had never seen Miyuki fight before so there was no reason to be concerned yet. That's what he told himself two days before, and here he was now, emerging from the corridor.
To commemorate the special event, the silver kitsune went out and bought himself a new outfit, however it was much too formal and if for any reason he had to pull Miyuki out of the ring, which he highly doubted, it would be a shame to get it dirty. Consequently, he bought himself a second outfit that wasn't quite casual but was certainly less formal. Fresh black slacks held about his waist with a newly polished gold buckle belt, a pair of black and green walking shoes, and a matching green ribbed T-shirt that hugged his upper physique like a second layer of skin. He enjoyed semi casual for blending in so well for various situations, and was thankful he hadn't worn the black suit he bought originally, although he started making up reasons to wear it soon since he had paid for it.
Normally he'd have his eyes set on Miyuki whenever she was around, but today he had a happy little bundle cradled in his left arm. From the little blanket wrap emerged two tiny arms with equally precious hands that tried to take hold of his face, but fell far short of their goal. When he dropped his head in though, with his right hand wriggling a finger back and forth, a very affection cooing sound emerged and happily rang throughout the club. His ears twitched with delight as she stood erect yet again and pointed his finger now at his blue haired mistress.
"Look! There she is!" Seeming to understand him perfectly, little Aerith followed his finger to the ring as the happy couple entered the arena. Upon seeing her mother she let out another excited shriek and tried to clap her hands, but they missed each other each time she tried. Tickling her again Kenta laughed, his canines gleaming as he focused all of his attention on the ring, or rather, the person in the ring. His smile seemed to generate light as his tail swayed behind him. Turning to the left and again to the right, the young man only found one other woman currently in the club, a kitsune like the others, with red fur like Miyuki's, but an aura full of warning signs. Nonetheless he grinned her way before approaching the ring.
"How about we wish mommy good luck ne?" Kenta might as well have been speaking baby for Aerith appeared to understand everything he said and her reactions only continued to please him. With a shy gaze, she placed her left hand up to her mouth as though embarrassed he had read her mind so easily. He in turn stopped just before the ring, choosing not to enter it as a sign of respect for the fight. He did lift his head up though with an inviting glance at Miyu while lifting the kit up just a bit to signal what is was he wanted.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 1:02 pm
That happy coo wasn't going to escape Miyuki's hearing, that was for sure.
Turning her head slowly to the side, a pleasant grin appeared as she saw the forms of the two people that made her the happiest to see. One was Kenta, the kitsune she had met previously and whom she had begun a strong connection with. She wasn't sure if they were technically a couple or not, but did it really matter? Not to her. He was with her just the same.
The other figure was a lot smaller but just as important as the man holding her. Her tiny daughter Aerith, with her head full of black hair and dusty rose kitsune ears, was trying to clap her hands at her mother upon sight. Miyuki glanced around quickly, and considering she didn't see any of the other combatants anywhere, was sure it wouldn't be a big deal if she paid her 'fans' a visit.
Rushing over to the edge of the Arena, she kneeled down so that she was more at an eye level with Kenta and Aerith. Reaching forward, she didn't take a hold of her daughter but merely tickled her under her small chin, causing a giggle to escape the baby fox. Miyuki immediately purred in response; her daughter was beautiful. However, her eyes slowly moved from her figure onto Kenta's, staring into his own dark gaze. A small blush appeared on her face but she smiled nonetheless, leaning forward to give him a quick kiss on the lips.
"I'm glad you were able to make it with her. I just hope any of the loud noises won't scare her too much," she said in a worried tone, petting the soft ebony hair of Aerith, earning a tiny mewl in response. Cooing in return, Miyuki once again had her attention on Kenta, a hint of nervousness in her features. "I hope I do well. I know the two that I'm fighting are very tough opponents; this won't be an easy battle for me."
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 1:22 pm
Seeing mother and child together was perhaps one of the most beautiful sights any one person could behold. It seemed to Kenta that despite his intolerance for irresponsible fathers, the bond between mother and child was much greater and could at least ameliorate his sourest moods. Needless to say then when he was already in good spirits, just things elated him. The tiny babe seemed much happier when she was with or near her mother, and her energy seemed grow exponentially, as though it were her sword duty to keep mommy on her toes. Smiling at the thought he wondered to himself what sort of child he would be when he was born.
Kissing Miyuki back readily, the perfume of her body brought him out of his daze back to reality. Listening carefully to her maternal concerns, he nodded to show his comprehension and said softly and hypnotically, "Don't worry. I'll be sure to reduce her hearing with an audio illusion. She shouldn't be too bothered with any noise unless something breaks my concentration."
Miyuki seemed to be a bit rattled at the fact that her adversaries were seasoned veterans by comparison. To him this was no big deal all things considered, but he could see in her eyes how determined she was to win, or at least not lose horribly. Her determination made him confident enough in her so he answered her concerns first with a second kiss to her left cheek before saying anything.
"You'll do just fine." That same hypnotically loving voice seeped out of his mouth and even little Aerith seemed to be mesmerized by it, resting comfortably in his arms, staring at him with eyes full of wonder. "Besides, easy battles are no fun. It's better this way." Kissing his hand, he patted her knee and began to make his way tot he right side of the spectator's seats, keeping closer to the entrance in hopes that any late comers would not come into his field of vision and distract him, as was prone to happen.
"We're gonna cheer for mommy the entire time okay Rith chan," he received another soft coo in response and tickled the pup playfully, who continued to try to reach for his head to get her revenge. Casting a confident gaze on Miyuki, he returned his attention to the kit so that she wouldn't get bored and doze off.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 1:31 pm
Kenta's words were very reassuring, and as she received a final kiss on her hand, she purred happily at the touch. She was so glad that he was there; just his presence had made her feel more at ease. Giving one last little wave to Aerith and a smile in Kenta's direction, Miyuki was standing once more, arms folded in front of her as she slowly turned towards the center of the Arena.
This is it. This is what you've been fighting for. All those bruises and broken bones before cannot compare to what will happen today.
Allowing herself to move towards an appropriate spot of the arena, she stayed clear of the actual center but near enough to where she had a comfortable area around her. Lifting her arms high into the air, she began to stretch, hoping to work out some of the knots that were tensed up in her body. Kenta's scent was still overflowing her senses; it was a wonderful intoxication for her body and she relished in it greatly.
Lifting one slender leg straight up into the air, she held it in place as she practically did a vertical version of the splits before lowering that leg and repeating with the other. She would have to be agile, limber, quick witted and steady in this fight. She may not have the actual strength to overpower either of her opponents; that would remain to be seen. However, she did have the intellect and the magic to possibly counter anything they would throw her way. She just had to be smart about it.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 9:11 pm
Perched high above the ring settled in the rafters the mage sat calmly awaiting the proceedings to begin. Clad in a modified set of white battle robes, they hung form fitting about her body in suggestive manner, hugging her curves. Though clothe their appearance belied the durability of the magically enhanced material. Drawn over her face she wore a demon mask that was worn during the training of new recruits in her guild. Finishing the ensemble she a tattered blue scarf hung loosely about her neck, draping across her shoulders like a cape.
Dropping from overhead her form vanished in mid air appearing lightly on the tiled arena floor. Crossing her arms about her chest she bowed her in greeting to Miyuki whom was apparently conversing with Kenta and her child. Speaking in muffled tones beneath the mask addressed the blue haired woman.
"This promises to be an interesting fight. I'm quite anxious for it to begin."
Stroking the hilt of a Katana that hung at her waist, she seemed to further pronounce this fact. She had come to showcase her skill this day and didn't care who knew. Hidden beneath the mask her amethyst gaze seemed to almost be glowing, through its eye slits.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 10:00 pm
The Tonepian overlord enters in his usual fashion. The front doors part by an unseen force as he strolls through, a steady sway in both his hips and tail in time with each step. He wears his normal attire, a long red trenchcoat covering all but his purple pinstripe pants, polished black shoes clicking with every footfall as they make a beeline for the arena.
Wesley's head is down and his arms are folded behind his waist as he moves through the corridor and ultimately into the massive room itself, head never lifting to allow his blue eye a look from under his fedora. His nostrils flaring, he picks up a few familiar scents. Though not too acquainted with Miyuki, he has committed her and her scent to memory. Epithany he knows a degree more thoroughly. The other three not so much. Taliman can sense their inhumanity just the same.
Offering none present a passing glance, the Orinian lord unfolds his arms as soon as he hits the ring floor, snapping his left wrist out to one side. The dark Shinorei sword flickers into existence already in his hand as he moves, clothes wavering in the light before refocusing, changed. Wesley's formal shoes are now replaced by tougher boots, overlapping his fitted black leather pants. His wears a tight red sleeveless top, right hand wrapped in black tape just past his wrist. Hat forgone to let his animal-like ears stretch a little, he rather suddenly stabs his weapon into the ground, letting it stand upright in the shattered stone as he continues further into the ring.
Reaching a point some thirty feet into the battle stage, a mere ten from his sword, Taliman stops. He crosses his right arm over his chest, his left fist pressing against the elbow for a few moments. Once he stops, he repeats the process with his left arm. While the Emperor would honestly admit that he only expects so much from either of the women, taking this match as nought but a joke would be ill-advised. It would be refreshing to see this dump produce something worth the time wasted on it.
Toned muscles showing through the thin fabric of his shirt, the demon fox rotates his shoulders in alternating directions, facing away from the others as he continues to limber up a little.
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