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Post by Tout-Perd on May 30, 2009 21:25:06 GMT -5
<So you've made all of the arrangements, yet?> Sly asked, leaning over the sofa where Natalie was slumped. She flipped the channel again, ignoring his question.
<Ahem.>
"Ya, ya. Mostly. I tried to send letters to like everybody, but you know how most of us are. I found like three concrete adresses, and two of those were foreign," Nat slumped deeper into the couch.
<It should begin in half an hour... Are you sure that you want to be relaxing so much?>
"Eh, why not? It's not like anybody's going to turn up."
<Three of the people invited practically live around here,> Sly gestured over his shoulder, towards Zebedee's house across the street.
"I know, right? And stiiilll, I don't think they'll be showing up."
<You'd be surprised.>
OOC: Finally starting the topic. Yay. Okay, show up people, and then we have a wonderfully violent time.
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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on Jun 6, 2009 20:55:50 GMT -5
A petite woman, with giant butterfly wings, and antennae dangling from her forehead landed softly on the ground next to Sly and Nat. She procured a letter from her side pocket and dangled it in front of Nat's nose, "It appears as if you expected no one to show..." Summer sat down on the ground, and played around in the dirt, small flowers sprouting from where her fingers trailed. "Hmph..."
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A hefty man walked in from seemingly no where, "So, I got this letter about a tournament..." Annanias Sat down on the ground across from Summer. Placing a sack of fruit next to his feet. "When does this thing start?"
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Post by Kuroboom on Jun 7, 2009 10:41:21 GMT -5
OOC: I thought they were inside. BIC: Jacqueline stood on the doorstep of the house a letter had instructed her to be at. She could knock or ring the doorbell but it would violate her code of silence so she just stood there letter in hand. Jackie didn't usually go for this kind of thing but she figured it'd be a fun change of pace--a friendly tournament to show the world that mimes are awesome. OOC: Very short, but I don't have any filler dialogue.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jun 7, 2009 16:48:19 GMT -5
"I don't remember inviting her, Sly..." Natalie said vaguely, looking towards Summer as she came in for a landing.
<Of course you don't. I invited her.>
"Wait. What?" Natalie cocked her expression, and then her head. She thought for a moment, and then shot Sly a glance.
<I heard of another alien race that had been starting to appear on Earth. Curiosity led me to add her to our list of contacts.> Sly stepped down from the patio (thus resolving the issue of outdoors or indoors), and stepped over to Summer's side.
<I'd like to discuss your homeworld after the events here today.>
"Hey, Annanias... Should prolly be starting in like ten, twenty minutes," Natalie sat down beside him, and plucked a few pieces of grass.
"How's it been out in the Pacific, anyways? I haven't seen any of you guys since like a year or two ago."
<Yes, we notice you,> Sly noted to Jacqueline. <I don't know what you could do to pass the time, but we're glad to have you here.>
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Post by hermes on Jun 7, 2009 17:59:20 GMT -5
Eragon came down the stairs, a glass of water in his hand, half dressed, with a serious case of bed head. He yawned, "Hey guys, when are we starting?" He asked, walking into the kitchen to grab a quick snack. He ended up with a fistful of celery and a jar of cheese wizz. "Nothing like mixing health with artery clogging goodness." Eragon muttered, taking a bite of celery.
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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on Jun 7, 2009 20:39:12 GMT -5
Summer perked, "Oh? My race! Certainly, I am actually royalty from there, the Princess butterfly," She laughed, enjoying Sly's company.
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Annanias smiled at Nat, "Humid to say the least, but after being there for so long, you get used to it! I hope you guys aren't blown away by my powers... I have a lot of berries in this bag..." laughing again, he popped a blue berry into his mouth, enjoying the sweetness, yet tartness that is involved.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Jun 8, 2009 16:07:40 GMT -5
OOC: This is post-Crystal 2, at the end of which Bulbs intends for Sly to offer Terrian temporary-to-maybe-permanent residence at Chez Sly.Dripping wet, Terrian got back from the guest bathroom and nearly stepped on the piece of paper newly half-slid under his bedroom door. He picked it up, realized he was in no condition to be handling paper, dried off, and unfolded the paper. It was from Sly. Terrian -
I have been helping our mutual friend Nat to arrange a tournament for this afternoon, at which she requests your presence. She wanted me to express to you her desire that you should prove yourself more than the "limp-limbed pansy" which she currently takes you to be. Trusting that you don't feel your wound will inhibit your performance, I should recommend you take her up on the offer. It will be a chance to meet some new compatriots of ours, and, I hope, an opportunity for some fun as well.
Sly P.S. Several other mutual friends will be on hand to ensure against fatality.Terrian turned the note over, thinking. This was a surprise. A tournament? He'd heard the others reminiscing about these, and gathered that they were something of a tradition among powers who enjoyed combat... but he'd never thought himself in this camp. Indeed, Terrian considered, his primary methods of dealing with conflict would be no use in an arena: talking his way out and running the hell away. To be sure, Sly had been generous when he'd written about Terrian's "wound". He stretched out his right leg to examine the diametrically opposed scars on either side, the only remaining testament to his injury. The leg had fully mended and there was no reason why it should inhibit his desire to compete. And anyway, he supposed it would be a fresh new experience, and Terrian liked those. Just as long as those other mutual friends Sly had mentioned were really going to be on the ball. Terrian smiled. He guessed Natalie wouldn't mind running another blade or two though his limp-limbed pansy flesh. * * * And so it was that, some time later, after performing an admittedly less deliberate variation on his normal morning toilette, Terrian turned up in Sly's living room. Besides the Andalite and Natalie, there was also Eragon and three others Terrian hadn't met. "Thanks for the sweet invite, Natalie. The flowers were a nice touch." Terrian winked at Sly. OOC: I don't believe Terrian and Eragon have met onscreen, but looking at Prime's post I can only imagine Eragon is also staying at Sly's house, so obviously he and Terrian will have gotten acquainted. Out of curiousity, how did Eragon come to be a guest there?
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Post by ch00beh on Jun 9, 2009 16:10:09 GMT -5
Rie's eyes opened. They stared, unblinking, at the ceiling. 4:59 AM.
Beep beep beep.
Rie reached through her blanket and hit the alarm on the coffee table next to the couch that she had been sleeping on, thus switching off the abysmal racket that it created. She didn't even know why she set alarms; she knew she would be awake and alert exactly one minute before she told herself to wake up. The training had been so regular that it was almost basic instinct. She didn't bother pulling the blanket off. Instead, the warm fabric fell through her body and came to a rest on the couch. She quickly got up and proceeded to the bathroom.
The girl looked at herself in the mirror, assessing her physical state for the upcoming battles. This was a regular morning procedure before she performed a job. She checked the length of her hair; it was short enough to not fall in her eyes in a fight. Her face showed no expression, as usual. No blemishes, marks, cuts, or scars where they shouldn't have been. The last check was done every morning.
A shower, tooth brush, and clothe change later she was ready. Ready for a quick jog around the town, that is, before the sun was even up.
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As she got back, blood pumping steadily, she saw that people were already gathering outside Sly's house. She hadn't broken a sweat yet; the jog was just to get blood pumping at a normal level. Rie stopped jogging in front of the porch.
"Hi."
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jun 9, 2009 16:25:30 GMT -5
OOC: We've got eight slots to fill, and have -Nat -Jacqueline -Summer -Annanias -Eragon -Terrian
Need two more characters. I'm assuming Choobs is in, just after this little detour of his, and Clicker gets home this weekend, so we should be able to make this run by halfway through June.
BIC: "We should be starting pretty soon, I guess. Turns out that people are actually showing up, for once," Natalie put her hand to her cheek as she received a private thoughtspeak.
"And yeah, I lost the bet. I take care of the grocery shopping for a week."
<A princess? Interesting. Is your society a matriarchal or patriarchal one, typically, or does t vary from region to region?> Sly prodded Summer with gentle, broad scope questions to start. If he knew about the major parts of the culture, than it was easier to avoid faux pas with the butterfly girl.
"At least there wasn't a pun about berrying us or something," Zebedee said with a yawn, having crossed the street from his own residence. His ponytail bobbed in the nonexistant wind, flowing off over a shoulder.
"Don't tell me that you're going to figh-"
"Naw, Sly just called me in for referee duty. Figured that if anybody were to spaz out and start stabbing a fallen opponent or something, I'd be around to teleport her off of them," Zebedee smirked slightly as Natalie glared at him. She continued the harsh gaze until Terrian greeted them.
"Speaking of stabbings..." She muttered under her breath.
<And that would be Zebedee choosing to provoke Natalie, and Terrian choosing to enter the area at the worst possible time...> Sly noted aloud to himself. Natalie met Sly's gaze, at least his main one. Her lip pulled slightly to the side.
Sly merely lowered his brow, maintaining his calm expression as she turned away.
<You really don't have much luck with that kind of thing, do you?> Sly said in Terrian's head. They still were coping with regularly interacting with eachother. Unlike the telepathy with the clones, Sly's messages to Terrian often were heard by the rest of the people in the room. Learning to react to them like ordinary conversation was somewhat difficult for the young man, having spent his life up to this point avoiding outwards reaction to any mental memos he received.
OOC: Slight autoing of Terrian, but I kinda liked the angle on it. If you don't, I'll cut it. Not much lost.
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Post by hermes on Jun 9, 2009 17:25:08 GMT -5
OOC: Actually Pohatu, Eragon lives across the street at Zebedee's place. Technically he's been bunked with Rie, but I doubt she and choobeh have caught on to that yet. Because she isn't throwing things at him. As for why he's only half dressed and such, well, physically he has nothing to be shy about. And, you know, in the real world it's summertime. So I thought I'd account for the heat. I suggest to the people in here at large, that anyone who knows Terrian on some level offer him some combat tips, on the grounds that he's currently a shoot over the shoulder sissy, and he doesn't appear to have a gun at the moment.
BIC: A young man named Tenser knocked timidly on the door, looking inside carefully. He nodded to Rie, they'd met before, but he doubted if she remembered. "Um, hello everyone. I'm Tenser." He said, and stepped out from behind the doorframe. Everyone in the room had an almost instinctive urge to shield their eye's. Tenser was wearing pure white mithril armor, and it shone like a star. Embedded in his left hand, was a white sphere radiating pure white holy energy, a touch of the higher plane made material. At his waist were two white mithril short swords, wrapped in white cloth and highly polished.
The young man seemed somewhat emberassed with his appearance, though this was hard to tell, as he was wearing a white, mouthless, mithril mask over his face. To top off his anonymity, his hair itself was long and white, like a lions mane. He scratched at it absent mindedly. "Sorry, I didn't used to look like this. Something decided for me, and I didn't get much of a choice. A Holy Curse was laid upon me." He nodded companionably towards Zebedee, as though acknowledging a kindred spirit.
He walked slowly across the room and high fived Eragon, who obviously know him by the bright expression on his face, and then got to talking quietly in a corner of the kitchen, bringing each other up to date.
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Post by ch00beh on Jun 10, 2009 5:17:44 GMT -5
OOC: I was under the impression that the guest house was really small. Like a single apartment small, what with a living room when you enter, a kitchen, a bathroom and a bedroom. That's how I've been describing it, at least. Rie's been sleeping on the couch, but she sure as hell wouldn't let anyone touch Ender's room.
Also, I'm assuming Lee and I posted at the same time, otherwise he wouldn't make such silly statements about Rie not being there.
Also also, remind me which topic that Rie met Tenser in. Rie probably remembers, but I need to decide if the interaction was important enough for her to care.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jun 11, 2009 21:21:44 GMT -5
OOC: Indeed we did. Lemme scan this again, and I'll fix some stuff up.
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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on Jun 16, 2009 11:22:21 GMT -5
OOC: I am going to hold off on posting, until we either A: Get some action, or B: Solve this house issue.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Aug 3, 2009 19:38:15 GMT -5
OOC: Let's assume that instead, Eragon took over one of the rooms in either Zeb's place or Sly's. And that this meeting is kinda clustered around the front porch, with a door to the livingroom open.
So, we have enough people, if Kevin considers himself around enough to handle two fights.
BIC: Zebedee simply shrugged and smiled demurely in response to Tenser's greeting. He looked over his shoulder, as if sensing something, and then back to the group.
"So, we've got eight people who are up for this, right now, I'm guessing?" He pointed at each person individually.
"Nat's one, Terrian's two, Rie's three-" Zebedee chuckled slightly at the rhyme, but was met with a series of cold glares, "Eragon's four, Annanias is five, Summer is six, Tenser is seven, and... uhhh... Quiet girl is eight. That's enough for three rounds."
<We'll give everybody five minutes to prepare themselves. Then, meet me back in the living room here. We'll head down to the lab.>
Natalie didn't say anything. She was scanning each opponent quickly, trying to figure out the best ways to handle each one of them. Some, like Terrian, didn't worry her very much, but Rie was impossible to hit, and Eragon could take enough beatings to kill twenty men. And then there were the three newbies... Butterfly girl, the mute, and the human lightbulb. She'd have to be on her toes to deal with them.
OOC: If we don't hear from Kevin, we'll start this with me autoing his cast, some time this weekend.
BTW, anybody in favor of a time limit per round(something like: if a participant doesn't post for a week in their fight, they lose via arena hazard/getting caught by an opponent's attack/whatever.)? Any ideas on what would be a good time limit?
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Post by ch00beh on Aug 8, 2009 1:54:04 GMT -5
Rie nodded at Sly's briefing. She quickly jogged around the house and to Ender's place. The door was closed, but the girl didn't seem to care as she phased straight through it.
The living room was a mild mess. Rie's blanket was on the floor. An empty box of pizza was underneath it. The TV was slightly askew for easier watching when lying on the couch. Rie paid no attention to these things and instead went straight for the pile of black fabric in the corner. She picked up the cloak and tossed it on a nearby chair, revealing a closed metal case underneath.
The girl undid the latches and opened the container revealing various weapons and dangerous implements arranged neatly in several layers of felt lined shelves. Among these were her double bladed sword and automatic rifle. Rie didn't even think twice about grabbing her rifle, performing a quick check before putting the strap over her shoulder. The gun rested contentedly on her back.
Rie reached for the sword, then thought about it. She never really used it. She wasn't even that good with it. It would just be extra bulk. Rie moved it aside to get to the other stuff. This line of reasoning happened every time she geared up for a mission.
She took out a leather belt with four knives in it and put it around her waist. Next she clipped two flash bang grenades to the belt. Lastly she grabbed five magazines for her rifle. This would probably be enough.
Checking her watch, Rie saw that she had one minute left. She grabbed her cloak and put it on over, covering up all her implements, and jogged through the wall and back to Zebedee's house.
She phased through the living room wall. "Ready."
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Post by Beelzebibble on Aug 14, 2009 19:30:30 GMT -5
Since Terrian's morning toilette happened to include tucking the Mage Masher into his vest pocket, he felt any more preparation would only compound his worries rather than help anything. His bravado in slinging that line at Natalie had faded away as he'd looked over the competition, leaving him to feel quite foolish as he settled into a slate-blue armchair in Sly's living room to pass the five minutes.
He needed pass no further than Rie, the first of the group to take off in preparation, to find an opponent against whom he felt sure he stood no chance. Terrian could read her just well enough to understand that he was at a decent place on the Rie scale -- in fact, he considered it a point of minor pride that he seemed to have made a pretty good impression on her as compared to most of the human race -- but there was no reason to think she'd be the least bit forgiving against him in battle. Magic gun or no magic gun, she would phase through the bullets, walk up to him, and stab him in the neck.
Eragon would be a bummer too. Terrian had only briefly met him, but he gathered Eragon was quite a skilled fighter. He had a fighter's build, anyway, that was clear enough. Terrian did not have a fighter's build. He had the build of a tennis player or maybe a movie actor. Secret agent at best. Eragon was currently engaged in conversation with another obvious warrior, the man in the intensely white armor. Tenser, right. Also a bad bet in the arena.
A couple of the others didn't seem quite so bad maybe. That remarkable lady with the butterfly features clearly had some kind of nature-based ability, but that didn't necessarily spell a one-hit KO. There was a legitimate fight to be had there. There was also the large man with the fruit. Terrian didn't know quite what to make of that one. He didn't look too menacing either, but instinct told Terrian not to trust the fruit. Possibly it was in fact a set of ceramic hand grenades.
Who else? Oh, there was that girl he'd only caught a glimpse of on the front porch as he'd walked down the stairs. Out of curiosity, he got up from the chair and brushed aside a curtain to take another look at the porch. She was still there, wordlessly observing those on the doorstep. Terrian let the curtain fall back into place quickly when she turned her head in his direction. He wasn't getting a straight-up eerie vibe from her, but mysterious to be sure. He only felt confident in guessing that she had a trick or two in the wings.
Nothing mysterious about Natalie, who was leaning against the doorframe, also clearly sizing up the contenders. Terrian caught her eye for a moment with one corner of his mouth very slightly askew. She responded with a dismissive huff and looked back outside. It wasn't the worst reaction he'd ever gotten out of her -- progress! -- but Terrian knew he wouldn't be grinning even so marginally as that if his name came up paired with Natalie's. The only smile on his face would be the one she'd no doubt be only too happy to cut from ear to ear for him.
Then he heard a word behind him. Rie was standing there, dressed in a cloak that seemed ill-suited to combat. Ah, no, there was the slight hump over her shoulder. She was packing firearms too. An afternoon of fun and games at Sly Hall.
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Post by Kuroboom on Aug 15, 2009 13:16:16 GMT -5
Jacqueline looked about sizing up the competition before heading to Sly and letting out a fake yawn and checking a non-existent watch. Jackie was ready to go.
She was sure she was the least assuming opponent as she had a rather slight build and no obvious weaponry. Everyone was far too blatant with their looks, minus the unassuming man she had caught peering at her through the window earlier.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Aug 19, 2009 22:35:58 GMT -5
OOC: Kevin, Prime, what's up? I rolled the rounds tonight, but I need to have a check with you two before we start.
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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on Aug 19, 2009 23:17:49 GMT -5
OOC: I'm here now. I'll be on for a while.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Aug 28, 2009 1:40:47 GMT -5
OOC: My comp just fecking died and ate a two page post assigning the battles, so I'ma just gonna post the battle threads and do this when I don't want to stab somebody, m'kay? M'kay.
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