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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2017 8:24:47 GMT -5
MISTLETOE MAYHEMPreliminary Round #1In the plaza before Sandy Claws's workshop sits a now open courtyard surrounded by various buildings. Most of the usual adornments of Christmas Town have been moved in favor of an open field. The entrants now stand in the open field, spread out throughout the snowy town. The rules are simple: incapacitate your opponents by any means necessary and move onto the final round.POSTING ORDER:Zidane, Silv, Morne, James, Sark
- Remember you have only 24 hours to post before you are skipped!
- This is a free-for-all battle royal with the winner moving onto the final round
- Have fun and beat the snot out of each other!
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Post by Zidane Tribal on Nov 22, 2017 14:46:25 GMT -5
I want to...
Zidane had arrived for the tournament not a moment too late! A battle royal was its official name, huh? When he was a kid this was called street brawling and gang activity. He supposed when they were under more official venues they were less seen as competitions of brute force. Whatever the bourgeoisie thought was the way to go. Rather than the usual hand to hand combat you’d think of such events it seemed they’d be more than able to go about with their weapons. That suited the thief just fine. A little advantage couldn’t hurt. But this cold sure could. He made sure to bundle up in some long sleeved outfits this time around. He didn’t want to leave this place with ice burns. With his black cloak pulled over his head the rouge stepped up to the field and did well to limber up. Beneath the black cloth hid his tail, not intentionally but it was a bit nippy and before the fight started he didn’t want it to fall off!
Stretching he pulled as far as he could go before his gloved, nimble fingers drew his twin blades from his scabbard, the pink metal glistening against the background of white and light! There wasn’t much to do until his opponents got into the field, but he made sure to check everything out for more considerable advantage. His eyes pinched up as a bright grin few onto his features. He was excited! With the Festival Hunt so far and between in the year tournaments like this really got his blood pumping. It seemed his opponents were entering soon as well. If they gave him any notice the happy-go-lucky thief would raise his hand in a wave, flashing his blades unintentionally.
“Good luck fellas!” The thief was a competitive sort, but he was also all in for the fun!
And if he could earn a gil or two for duking it out with some like-minded fellows, what was the harm of it? It wasn’t as if the strain of light and dark hung in the balance or something… far from it.
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Post by Silv Sannerou on Nov 23, 2017 11:44:34 GMT -5
This was rather unusual to Silv. Her footprints were left behind in the snow as she walked onto the open field. Looking over the open field, she pondered if she had been there before, but it mattered little to her. Continuing in her walk, she started to circle around in the field by the edge as she looked over the buildings by the sides. It didn’t take very long before she came to a halt and looked over her competition. While Silv was moving, Darkness started to swirl around her axe as she was charging for her Dark Beleaguer as she looked over her competitors. Honestly, she had thought of throwing out an attack already, but having four opponents just made her more wary. There were four men with differing weapons. She pondered even on whether some were clothed for this place. Regardless, she took a stance and stood ready, not responding to the good luck wishes or anything, they seemed pointless. If anything, she would rather be cutting down people already. First thoughts first, what spellcasters and ranged fighters were here, they might be the best to work against to begin with while leaving the more fun challenges for last. Silv didn’t really like people that stayed in the back and attacked from afar, they were annoying and tended to make it hard for her to fight back in the first place. Sure she had some ranged attacks and had a way to practically teleport by using the Corridors, but it wasn’t something she could use in quick succession, so for now she took place away from the others to be able to overlook all and charge in when others started their fight. Or if she was attacked, then her target was all too clear. Dark Beleaguer: 1 post charged TAGS: Zidane Tribal, @morne, @jamescabuelo, @sark |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2017 11:11:48 GMT -5
It was time.
From his knees, a figure clad in silver armor rose, hands joined together in sincere prayer. At his side laid a helmet in the shape of bird's head. Picking it up, he put it on and fastened the straps. He was ready.
Arrow-key in hand, he walked to the edge of the building he stood on, Sandy Claws' workshop. His white cape fluttered wildly in the wind, as it swept away the white puffs of his breath away. Delicate snowflakes spiraled down to the ground little by little, conferring a sense of peace to the scene. But he did not have eyes for the beauty of the location, only for the warriors below. Soon, bloodshed would break out.
And it would not be just any battle, No, this was to be a feast. A battle royale where one ate and the rest were eaten, sacrifices to the strong and their ego by the hand of their superior prowess. Morne wasn't interested in this sort of validation, he already knew himself to be strong, but could he ever be strong enough?, to walk forth the grim path ahead strength alone wouldn't do it. He had to regain it, something that had been gone ever since returning to the world.
That was fear. The fear of death and the fear of failure. No man could truly reach his potential if it wasn't by the spur of despair urging him to reach new heights. It was on these wings that Morne had managed to hold on to dear life again and again while growing to be the warrior that he was today, but they had abandoned him now when he needed them most.
It wasn't something too unusual though. Tools of war such as him often lost the dread within their hearts, replaced by acceptance when their time to walk beyond the pale veil came. But he would not have that, he would relight that flame and go on to become greater than he already was until the day his work was done, no matter what.
"WARRIORS HERE GATHERED", he roared at the people below as he menacingly pointed his spear down, "WHO AMONG YOU IS THE STRONGEST?, IF YOU WOULD DARE STEP FORWARD, COME TO ME!!, I PROMISE YOU BLOOD, A RIVER VAST ENOUGH TO QUENCH THE CRUELEST AMONG YOU".
He raised his arm to the air, dismissing his gauntlet in a burst of flickering wisps and leaving his naked skin exposed, slowly slicing it with his own weapon to free the crimson bounty within. The snow below soon begun to dye red, "BUT KNOW THIS, WHOEVER WOULD FILL THEIR CUP, SHALL DROWN ON IT!!".
Lowering his arm, he called back his gauntlet, which formed over his wound. He could fill the pain, but he could also feel the anticipation, or something akin to it anyways. Turning back yet again, he walked towards the center of the roof, disappearing from sight.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2017 4:30:22 GMT -5
He had no idea why he signed up for this tournament as James didn't even like to fight others. Maybe he just wanted some friendly competition with other fighters. The fighter were all arriving it seemed with most wearing some kind of protection against the intense cold that was in this area, but James was just wearing his usual clothing he wore for the spring as his passive ability 'Koa's Protection' had prevented any of the cold from touching him. So to anyone else he would look crazy for not wearing any warmer clothes. Next to James was a floating ball of light that was Koa' and she took in the different fighters' appearances to try to determine their abilities. Koa spoke to James in an ancient tongue that only a few from Copia could understand, doing this so no one overheard their battle plan. "Young Chosen the fighters all seem to be ready to start. Perhaps we should start with an opening attack?" Koa' would speak to James in the ancient tongue so no one understood her. James surveyed the area as he saw nearly everyone on their guard except one blonde haired boy dressed in a black cloak. James then took a stance as he drew his sword making sure to keep himself on guard and ready for anything that is until one of the other fighter drew his own blood seemingly to scare off the other fighters. James hated self-righteous people like that and would have aimed his next attack at him but he had vanished from sight.
James' eyes darted back to the boy who wished everyone luck. James didn't let his guard down but nodded at the boy and smiled at him. "Good luck to you too." James said as he would take the opening attack onto the boy right after that greeting. James was the Hero of Copia, he had to keep himself composed and clear-headed making sure that his opening attack didn't leave any openings afterward. James kept his thoughts to himself and for Koa' who would try to sense any incoming attacks. James held out his hand as three white rapier shaped swords had formed around his arm, they floated around his arm in a circular motion then shot out at the other blonde haired boy. James had to make sure he was on top of things with his opening attack and made sure to keep his guard up but it would be a little hard to do so as that after attacking he was more vulnerable to another attack.
"But I don't plan to lose this thing." James said with a slight smile. James knew that his attack would probably not hit as easily as the other blonde boy looked quite nimble but also might have caught him off guard as he was giving greetings not keeping on guard.
James then formed a hand shield in his other hand as he then kept on guard with his sword at the ready after the attack he had launched on Zidane earlier.
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Passive: Koa's Protection: A invisible cloak of sorts that actively protects the user from intense heat or cold which covers the user's body which also reduces damage taken. Does not protect from battle damage but does protect from outside damage such as falling or getting hurt outside of battle.
Koa's Armory: Through this power James can summon weapons made out of light elemental magic which are used like projectiles and fires them at his foes. James can also use these weapons for their original intended purpose as regular weapons which can be given to allies as well.
Projectile: Fires weapons at a single foe like a projectile for moderate damage. Cooldown 1 post.
Melee: Make weapons for the user or for allies to use in battle before the weapons vanish. Duration 3 posts. Cooldown 2 posts. Melee weapons do moderate damage to foes.
(OOC: A shield counts as a melee weapon as you can hit foes with it as well. Two actions used for this post.)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2017 5:11:45 GMT -5
Calm the Commander had walked into the freed up field in the middle of town. Looking over the buildings, the area itself, and the formation of this very location, Sark felt as if it had been rewritten in a different sequence than it was before. Everything had possibly moved or something else was going on, but disregarding that, the air and place still felt different from anything he knew. These worlds were odd and this place with the white fluff everywhere just confused him the more. However, he could come to learn the functions later after this fight as he had entered this strange tournament for more information on the Users from different worlds.
His appearance was unchanged, the suit he wore was not entirely cold-resistant and despite being a Program, he was capable of feeling the temperature, which interested him greatly. Yet it held little purpose for this moment. Looking over the three other combatants that were in the ring, two blonde young Users and a white-haired female User, he felt there was one missing. He detected the man in question on a rooftop. This man roaring down at the other combatants from the rooftop. Sark held his hands behind his back as he studied the man upon the rooftop, it appeared to him that the man liked to speak in a high and mighty manner. It was a familiar thing, but not one he felt was worth his time addressing right now.
One of the combatants in the ring had started fighting the other, Sark took note of the User creating weapons out of the air, it seemed he was capable of creating new functions within this world. His eyes went back to the rooftop where the roaring man had disappeared, his hand went from his back forward and over his head to his back as he took hold of his Identity Disc. Clicking it off his back, he took a step forward as he threw his Disc towards the rooftop. The disc was glowing bright yellow as it was flying. Pointing his fingers and holding his hand out, he started to make motions before his as the disc followed his movements as he let it suddenly fly straight over the rooftop in an attempt to hit the User that was there in the back.
Keeping check of his identity disc by feeling it, Sark did stay wary of those in the ring. In particular the woman that at this point was left alone as the two blonde Users had come into conflict. The Command Program had considered starting this very match by adding enough functions to his own to come in already in enlarged form, but while having added some Control Functions, he would add new ones during the fight and leave the transformation for later in case he needed it. While he was fighting multiple foes on his own like the previous times, this time he was not alone in this situation as all were enemies of one another.
Actions Used [1.] Threw his Identity Disc and controlled it to attempt striking Morne in the back. [2. & 3.] N/A.
OOC Note I'll avoid using my post template. Unsure if it's also hard to read, but I'm fine with not using it.
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Post by Zidane Tribal on Nov 25, 2017 16:50:15 GMT -5
I want to...
The thief gripped his blade, ready for the coming assaults. The competitors gathered and each was unique in their own way, leaving room open for a really exciting battle. There was no fun and slinging around clones over and over. A battle royal meant it was an old fashioned brawl, but unlike his brothers this lot was inclined to have magic and all manner of bizarre skills. Not that was anything to worry over. He was ready for anything. Of the three that came into the arena, one was rather overly dramatic. A cute girl took the defensive, looking rather defensive. She was down in the snow so would be right in his line of sight and reach. On one of the roofs real dramatic fellow hooped and hollered about something that sounded straight cut out of one of Lord Avon’s plays. He sounded like he had one too many before tournament! James had greeted Zidane with equal sportsmanship and the thief couldn’t help but grin. At least one of them looked to be ready for a fun time. There was one other, but before he could really get a good look at the glowing fellow James set off his attack. He made note of the woman charging up for an attack, but it was all good right? He had his mobility!
James seemed to manifest blades of light and fire three directly at the thief. He wouldn’t be able to disarm James of those blades, or dodge them all, but he had another idea. Dodging the blade would only put him out of line of attack with James so he would instead charge forward quickly with his Air Dash, the light blades hitting a less vulnerable length of his arm, the cloak tearing where it sliced passed. The Genome smirked and held out his hand to Mug Jame’s blade, looking to knock from his reach.
“Don’t mind me if I borrow that.” Of course Mug, unlike its counterpart Steal: this ability would assault its victim in the same motion so when Zidane pushed his hand out to smack away the blade, that arm would sharply jerk to try and elbow James in the side. “Alley-oop!” The thief looked up as a disc was tossed out to the roof by Sark. That was where that guy had vanished, but now stood the question: did he vanish or hiding in plain sight?
After his attack he moved immediately into a second strike. Using the momentum from Air Dash thrust his blades into James. Of course he wasn’t out to do serious harm, it was a brawl, so his blades were held like a Cricket bat and swung, flat side, into the young hero’s side in hopes of sending him off his balance with Rumble Rush. It was hardly damaging, but it did give him an advantage with such a well-armed opponent. He kept his eyes on the surrounding, particularly Silv in the distance, the snow flat enough to give him a straight view to her.
W O R D S 505 M U S I C Shifting HorizonT A G Silv Sannerou @morne @jamescabuelo @sark N O T E S Air Dash - 1 Cooldown When facing an enemy the thief can push from the ground to the air in a high-speed Dash toward the target. This ability only works if the thief is on the ground. This ability can only target an enemy up to 3m (10ft) away. This ability does no damage and only draws the thief closer to their enemy, bringing him to a close quarter position. Mug - 2 Cooldown Using that same sneaky, speedy nature he attempts steal his enemy's weapon while striking them for light to moderate damage. This ability induces the Disable effect, making enemy unable to use their weapon's skills or abilities for a turn until the weapon is retrieved. Rumble Rush - 1 Cooldown A melee strike that is so fast it knocks back the opponent and cannot be dodged. This attack does light damage.
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Post by Silv Sannerou on Nov 26, 2017 4:28:32 GMT -5
Seeing the guy on the rooftop cut himself and bleed reminded Silv of someone who used blood for her abilities. Figuring she needed to be wary of that, she continued to charge her axe with Dark Beleaguer while watching the man move out of sight. There were three others beside her in the ring and it appeared that a fight started, but one of the three, some glowy weirdass person, threw a disc up to the rooftop where the dramatic guy disappeared.
Looking at the other two, one was creating weapons and attacking the other with them while the other closed in and was attacking in melee. Seemed rather quick in combat. She didn't like the sight of it all that much and stretched out an arm towards them. Darkness gathered by her hand before bursting out in a straight line at the two blond men, using Memory of Dark.
She kept track of the disc thrower, considered this far he didn't seem a close combat fighter, and stayed wary of the chance that mister drama came down or the blood in the snow was now doing something. She didn't like either possibility.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2017 20:19:05 GMT -5
The disc went over the rooftop, chasing after Morne until... *KLANG*, it was sent flying back where it came from. Then, nothing. No activity or signs of life at all. It would seem the attack had failed to pique Morne's interest. How Rude.
'How rude', that was what crossed his mind as he turned and resumed his stroll, he asked for their best and they threw him a frisbee?, what a way to kill the mood.
So he chose to sit down against a brick chimney, resting his arrow-spear on his shoulder, as he went back to meditation through prayer. Hopefully a worthy opponent would present themselves soon enough. Otherwise, well, if that was all the guts they could muster, they could kill eachother without him for all he cared. Maybe his opponent next round would give him what he sought to obtain.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2017 7:28:05 GMT -5
James did actually expect a counterattack to his but not this. The boy was very quick and had dodged most of blades with ease granted one did hit him but the boy who now visible up close had knocked his azure edge out of his hands which wouldn't be much of a problem on its own but right after James felt like he could no longer use any of his abilities somehow. James immediately blocked the incoming blade attack with his shield he had made earlier but not before being elbowed in the side. "What did you do?!" James said in shock as he was thrown off guard from his blade being knocked out of his hand. After blocking the attack with his make-shift shield he scurried over to his sword to try to pick it up in hopes to get his abilities back but this left him open to attack. "I hope Uncle Smithy won't be mad at me for this." James said aloud as his Uncle is the one that gave him that sword. James grabbed the sword and noticed it was still in great condition as he wiped his brow with relief that is was still fine. But during that time to get to his sword he was wide open for any of the others to attack him.
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Actions used: 1
Blocked Zidane's blade attack with shield.
Koa's Armory Melee: Duration 2 turns left out of 3. Shield made using this ability.
Notes: James is in trouble now that he's been left mostly defenseless for a turn.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2017 13:03:25 GMT -5
As Sark placed his hands behind his back once more, he watched his disc fly over the roof before getting hit away. He could feel it being deflected by some force. Narrowing his eyes for a moment, he controlled the disc to curve around and fly further to the back. The glowing lines on his body started to glow much brighter as he started to transfer the data of his existence, the Command Program understood he couldn't really start any de-resolution right here in the ring, so that was a bother. Moving his arms up in the air, code started to surround him before he was completely surrounded by an orange sphere of light. All of a sudden, the Commander disappeared from his spot as he used Data Transfer.
Teleporting right above the rooftop, Commander Sark reappeared in his sphere as the sphere of light dissipated while he moved his arms downward while falling, he let go off a charge into his Electric Circuit. As he slammed down with both feet and arms on the rooftop, it sent lightning strikes all around the Commander. The summoned lightning was released around him as a small shockwave from the middle of the rooftop, whether the man stood within range didn't matter to Commander Sark. The entire attack was a distraction as his Identity Disc as still flying and flew straight towards the man's back in the hopes to strike him from behind.
Sark honestly hoped this User could handle the attack in case he hit the man in the middle of his torso. He had looked a bit into the sturdiness of the Users, but they differed a lot depending on the User and he didn't want to suddenly cut the man in half by accident. He was certain that despite his disc capable of dealing a good amount of damage, the User's shell should be able to handle the impact and simply require some repair, not break immediately.
Actions Used [1.] Used Data Transfer to teleport just above the rooftop. [2.] Used Electric Circuit to summon lightning around his location, it strikes at anyone and anything within melee range for a short moment. [3.] Controlled his Identity Disc to try and hit Morne from behind.
Cooldowns Data Transfer: One post. Electric Circuit: Two posts.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2017 20:45:14 GMT -5
Zidane has failed to post within 24 hours.
Silv it is your turn.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2017 21:10:54 GMT -5
Silv has failed to post within 24 hours.
Morne it is your turn.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2017 21:53:12 GMT -5
Morne has failed to post within 24 hours.
James it is your turn.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2017 22:26:39 GMT -5
The others were not attacking James as he was struggling to get his sword after Zidane's attack which had surprised him when he finally got the sword back. He felt his abilities coming back to him allowing him to cast them again then looked over to the woman who had tried to attack both him and Zidane with a glare. The attack had missed but she seemed ready to attack again so James now restored had took this chance to attack her by swiping his sword at her with a few slashes in a combination attack. His shield was ready to block any attack from her if she tried to attack back at James. 'Why didn't they attack me? They had the perfect chance to do so didn't they?' James thought to himself as he then switched his stance and threw his Koa' Armory Projectile at Morne seeing as he was potentially powering up for an attack or saving his strength until any of the others got knocked out. Three white rapier like swords shot out at Morne who had been sitting on the rooftop in meditation which would most likely break that meditation and force him to dodge. "Don't think I didn't notice you there." James proclaimed as he had shot out the projectile swords at Morne. James didn't know why but he changed a bit when in battle despite his dislike of fighting. Maybe it was something to do with his ancestor's cells that had allowed him to communicate with Koa' but maybe also inheriting some of his habits as well. James continued his assault against Silv but kept his senses aware of Sark and Zidane who he had not been attacking as of yet. This was a battle royal meaning that they could attack him at any time so James kept his wits about him so he could anticipate any incoming attacks. "I will win this! I believe in Koa's power!" James said as he performed another combo towards Silv.
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Shield from Koa's Armory Melee: 1 post duration left and 2 post cooldown.
Swords from Koa's Armory Projectile: Fired at Morne and will have a 1 post cooldown. 1 action used.
Used Azure Edge: Did a combination attack twice against Silv. 2 actions used.
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