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Mar 14, 2006 13:52:51 GMT -5
Post by albatrosstrevelyan on Mar 14, 2006 13:52:51 GMT -5
Micah walked down the alleyway, of a random city. A chill went up the “Alchemists” spine, as a cool wind swept across the streets. He turned, and a newspaper hit him in the face, and blocked his vision. He managed, to rip the paper from his face, and he noticed some peculiar wording. The title read:
FIGHT MONEY AWARDED!!
“Hmmm…” he said to himself, as he continued to read “Interesting, many fighters from around the world will be there. “Maybe I will get a chance to test my endowments” Micah smiled, as he threw the paper aside, and began to head to his hotel.
The night passed quickly and he rose out of bed, and began to prepare for the fight that he is going to sign up for, he carefully put the Erlenmeyer flasks, on the side of his pants, with a thing to protect them, to stop them from hitting each other and breaking. He shuddered as he remembered back to an incident of a highly reactive element, falling after the flask broke, and landed in water. It was rather “explosive”.
Micah headed out the door, and began his trek to the building, where the fight will be held. He quickly made it there, and began signing up for his match, he looked around to see who else is here…
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Clicker
Joyeuse Insurgency
Trunk Monkey Thief Retriever
They're more fun airborne.
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Mar 25, 2006 22:28:28 GMT -5
Post by Clicker on Mar 25, 2006 22:28:28 GMT -5
A lackadaisical looking young woman wandered in.
"Is this the bake-off?"she asked. Everyone in the room looked at her. She walked over to where some people were gathering around a sheet of paper. She picked up the sheet wow she thought to herself alot of people are going to be baking. Man this will be my hardest competition yet. O well she said to her self and signed the paper.
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Mar 28, 2006 9:10:52 GMT -5
Post by albatrosstrevelyan on Mar 28, 2006 9:10:52 GMT -5
"Excuse me lady, but do you know what kind of tournament this is?" Micah asked skeptically. "This isn't a bake-off...."
Micah smiled as the clerk took the paper "Any other sign ups, please, come to this desk over here, the first match will begin soon."
OOC: You guys can join, but, trust me, this isn't just a tournament.
HINT HINT, YOUR ROCK THROWING CHAR. LEE!!!
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Apr 4, 2006 17:55:49 GMT -5
Post by Tout-Perd on Apr 4, 2006 17:55:49 GMT -5
Prilla strode into the room, her lustrous black hair surrounding her gloriously. She walked to the girl, nodded without saying a word, and then went to the counter and began registering for the tournament.
"Micah, look out. This time, I've made a plan for myself." Prilla said confidently, forming a small rock in the palm of her hand.
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Apr 6, 2006 10:27:09 GMT -5
Post by albatrosstrevelyan on Apr 6, 2006 10:27:09 GMT -5
"Prilla?" Micah asked amazed "I figured you would still be back in greece." He smiled, seeing an old rival/enemy/friend.
Micah extended out his hand, "Let us promise, after this tournament, that I can still challenge you, and we can become friends."
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Apr 6, 2006 10:36:10 GMT -5
Post by Tout-Perd on Apr 6, 2006 10:36:10 GMT -5
"Certainly. Just because I need to defeat you doesn't mean I dislike you... I just need to do it. For myself. You know how it is, no?" Prilla shrugged. "Besides, it's not as if this tactic will work on you more than once." She grinned slyly as she shook his hand.
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Apr 7, 2006 20:55:04 GMT -5
Post by albatrosstrevelyan on Apr 7, 2006 20:55:04 GMT -5
A woman with long hair stood down on the floor, with a microphone at hand. Her voice boomed in the arena/colliseum thinger as she called down the first two teams down. Three people were on each team, and they all looked as if they had some kind of power. (think of the Dark Tournament)
They began to fight...
Micah watched a little bit, but yawned and set out to find Prilla.
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Apr 25, 2006 10:34:37 GMT -5
Post by Tout-Perd on Apr 25, 2006 10:34:37 GMT -5
"So, this is a team event?" Prilla was leaning out over the arena wall, watching the fight and speaking without looking at Micah. "Blast it all. I was hoping for some manner of melee. This is rather disappointing."
She looked around the arena, scoping out the people in it. Some of them would compete alongside them... She wanted to have the intelligence edge going into this. People with powers often gave nasty surprises.
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Apr 25, 2006 10:36:38 GMT -5
Post by albatrosstrevelyan on Apr 25, 2006 10:36:38 GMT -5
"I heard it was a random event, I think they were all randomly selected..." Micah said holding up his number "They do random things, we could be fighting a wall for all we know, or each other.... lets just hope..." Micah said behind Prilla's back.
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