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Post by Griffin on Nov 10, 2007 22:51:29 GMT -5
Rejuvenation. That's what Tales of Mystery has gone through. Tragedy turned into wonder. To celebrate, the Tournament of Life has been created. But...the old arena has gone under magical construction. Even after the disastrous earthquake, the arena was rebuilt.
When the word "arena" is mentioned, one would think of the classical amphitheater, the ground covered with sand. However, this arena wasn't exactly what one would expect.
It was, for one, very large. Earth covered the ground, with patches of grass here and there. Fallen pillars and pieces of ruble were left from the earthquake to act as strategic barriers and shields. If one were strong enough, they could be lifted.
The variety of mages working on the arena inspired the head workers to add new challenges since all the combatants were veterans to combat. Traps. Elemental traps. However, the combatants would have to learn about the traps the hard way.
A circular pond lay directly in the center of the arena. A stone circle platform was in the center, wide enough for both combatants to stand on. At times, the platform would rise, making for an epic fight. However, when reaching its peak, it would drop quickly and cause a flooding surge out of the pond.
The fire trap is something brought back from ancient times. A loud screech will ring through the stands. Shortly after, two phoenixes will fly in from either side of the field and small droplets of fire rain down from their wings. The water’s a good place to hide, but be sure the platform isn’t about to come down.
The average person should be able to pick up the large ramps on either side of the arena running from the roof to the battle grounds. When a rumbling occurs, it’s a signal for a giant boulder to be rolled down on of the ramps through the battle zone before a mage pulls it up the next ramp. It’s not a very fast boulder, the mages wouldn’t allow it. It’s heavy though. Just move out of the way.
Lastly, some special effects go into this one. Some mages will cause the clouds above to darken and cast a shadow over the arena. When the time comes, a lightning bolt will strike the stone platform in the center, causing the electric current to carry through the pong as well. It’s not as deadly as a real lightning bolt, but it’s enough to stun you and make you dead numb.
With the rebuild complete, spectators filled the surrounding seats and were beaming with excitement. The glory of battle is a thing left aside for too long. Head-ref Griffin entered the arena and spoke into a magically crafted voice amplifier (or microphone).
"The first match of the Tournament of Life is about to begin! First off, Ennio Crenshaw versus Dorian Kref Corvi! Combatants, begin!"
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OOC: REMADE!!! For the records, I will trigger when the traps occur. They are designed so that the effect is equal to both players. To prevent bias, I will not read the posts before the triggering of the trap. Honest to my word.
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Post by Griffin on Nov 11, 2007 18:19:42 GMT -5
As Dorian and Ennio were about to strike, something was heard. A low rumble coming from all directions. What was it? Everyone knew once the rafters shook and the columns collapsed.
"EARTHQUAKE!!"
Panicked by the sudden disaster, the mages of the tournament quickly crafted a ward around every body in the arena. The ward soon compressed and everyone was safely teleported out of the collapsing arena. Where had the earthquake come from? Later investigation shows that AA asploded and the backlash carried over to ToM.
Frustrated, Griffin yelled and every mage to remake the arena from the ground up. With every mage working overtime, the new arena should be up and live tomorrow. Sorry combatants!
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Post by Griffin on Nov 12, 2007 19:27:25 GMT -5
OOC: Ready, set, go.
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Post by shadowdeath on Nov 12, 2007 22:09:46 GMT -5
OOC: Let the games begin!
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Post by Admin on Nov 13, 2007 1:56:26 GMT -5
OOC: So... complicated. So... who' going to be in charge of traps? The fighters or you?
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Post by killerinstinct on Nov 13, 2007 5:49:31 GMT -5
OOC: Actually, it's not complicated at all. You should RP normally; traps are triggered by DoD (or me, if I'm the ref). So don't worry  |
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Post by Wulfi on Nov 14, 2007 19:03:28 GMT -5
Arata, more than aggravated at the sudden Canadian hurricane, had wished he could partake in this new tournament. Alas, his dear creator did not choose him. Of course, she went with Kaitai, her first male character and personal favorite. Surprisingly, she also chose to enter Haylo, who she felt needed to prove herself to her beloved boyfriend.
The two lovebirds were currently in the stands along with himself, sitting in the front row. They held hands, staring at each other with twin sets of caring eyes. Ruby fondly held lime green, lime green caressed ruby in an equally loving manner. They spoke through their eyes, leaving words unsaid and unneeded.
Arata ran a gloved hand through his pale blond, feathered hair, sighing as the sunlight fell upon his tan skin. It may have not been such a good idea to wear a black shirt today, or maybe he should have brought a sweater. No telling what the weather would be with all the mages around here. "Guys, mind cheering for Dorian?" he said, bored, but then his eyes lit up with mischief. "He's going to need it..."
Kaitai's gaze snapped to the scythist, eyes wary and startled. "...What did you do, Arata?" Haylo turned to glare at the other blond, red eyes intently fixed on his sly, liquid brown ones.
He crossed his jean-clad legs and folded his well-toned arms over his broad chest, covering the logo of some heavy metal band that the couple failed to recognize. "He's a vampire, you know. I had to slip him a mickey-"
"You WHAT?!" the neko yelled, infuriated at the thought. Haylo's eyes became considerably wider.
"-so that he wouldn't be thrown out of the competition."
The two were silent, sharing glances, silently debating whether his intentions were valid proof of what good may still be in his heart or not. Their faces softened, the blue-haired boy grinning and the blond girl smiling kindly.
Arata lifted an eyebrow. "What's with those looks?"
"So you really do care about him, ne, Ara'?" the girl cooed, bubbly.
The man only turned his head swiftly with a snort. "As if. I went though years of rigorous training to gain what strength I have now. He got bit my his family's murderer. There are no loopholes in true strength." His face mimicked pure disgust. "Ugh, he didn't even have to work for his power. I won't accept the fact that he may be stronger than me."
"He is, Ara'!!" she laughed, leaning on the armrest of her chair with her arms propping her up. She leaned into his face and grinned.
His light brown eyes rolled, feeling that his angst was ruined thanks to this chipper lass. "Keep saying that, then. I'll beat him soon enough." There was a hint of a smirk playing in his tone.
It surprised the both of them that he didn't become enraged by this comment. Maybe he was enjoying the sights on the field too much... They both blinked twice, then turned to the arena, Haylo taking her seat once more.
Wulfi stood next to an open seat on the end of the row, right next to Kaitai. An amused look danced in her hazel eyes and her chestnut wolf ears twitched playfully atop her head. She smirked, eyes on Griffin. "Let's see how he calls the shots, hm?"
"I'd rather see how Dorian reacts to the drug I put in his drink."
Her half-lidded eyes trailed to the young adult. "So you went through with it." All she got was a nod.
She then turned to the battlefield once more, a devious flame burning within her eyes. "This should be interesting..."
(((I suppose I'll need to post for Foxxi, now.)))
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Post by Admin on Nov 14, 2007 20:07:33 GMT -5
Ennio walked in carefully. His clothes were heavy with a combination of ambition and metal weaponry. His arms swung very little as he stepped sternly. His hair was a shade of brown that resembled chocolate red in the right light. His mouth and nose were covered by a loosefitting mask, secured to his face only by an uncomfortable elastic band.
Left, than right, Ennio observed the arena like a hawk. He checked for blindspots, various levels, and potential traps to plan. Let no bit of this stage go unused. If I have to, I'll jam some traps. This arena looks to be built entirely for someone like me. I'd best try not to fail myself, I wont allow myself to go back to where I was. Meridan, my brother, this is where you fall behind...
Ennio continued to observe the arena. I have enough projectiles to fend off the opponent's attacks... some for attacking... the sword... and cape blade... let's let the games begin...
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OOC: The cape blade is simply a blade on the end of a long cape. Just clearing that up.
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Post by ♠ Foxxi ♠ on Nov 18, 2007 21:00:14 GMT -5
From a row not too far away from where Wulfi's three characters were seated, a young female vampire sat eagerly in her seat on the front row. Her pointed ears twitched and she let out a tiny gasp when she overheard Arata's scheme.
"Mignon? Is something the matter?" a kind voice made itself present from her right. She turned her head with breakneck speed, gray eyes startled as they met curious chocolate brown ones, shielded by transparent lenses. Mignon tugged nervously at one of the spikes on one of her light sand pigtails. Her eyes drifted away from Martin and to the arena, fear making them waver.
"Martie," she fidgeted, gaze on her brother, who was walking into the arena as they spoke.
The brunette blinked, concerned. "What is it?" he asked innocently.
"Arata put something in Dorie's Cheerwine..." she murmured, anxious. "I think it was a suppressor of some sort so that Brother wouldn't overpower his opponent." The worry in her voice wasn't concealed in the least.
Martin nodded thoughtfully. "I expected as much..."
"And yet you didn't stop him?!" she growled, baring her fangs threateningly. If it wasn't for those weapons, she would look like an adorable, normal 11-year-old girl.
"I wasn't with him before the match, as you recall. I was with you and Rake, buying souvenirs on the ground level." The kindness in his tone was overwhelming. He smiled politely, eyes full of understanding.
"Let it be, Mignon," a deep voice from Martin's right sounded, smooth and calm. "He's overcome greater obstacles."
She pouted, crossing her arms. "You don't count, Rakey."
The man known as Rake only watched Dorian with little emotion playing on his stone face. "Let us watch how he makes use of this situation." His stern blue-green eyes were set on the vampire on the battlefield.
Reagan, who was seated next to Rake, ran a hand through her long crimson hair, slitted emerald eyes catching her creator in her peripheral vision. She smiled, glad that she could make it. "Welcome, Foxxi-sama!!" she beamed up at her.
Foxxi took a seat next to her first role-play character, strawberry blond hair held in a ponytail. Her blue-green eyes made their way to Wulfi and she smiled slightly, red-orange fox ears flicking every which way atop her head. "So this is what a tournament is like..."
(((Written by Wulfi, plot by Foxxi.)))
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Post by Wulfi on Nov 18, 2007 21:06:49 GMT -5
Wulfi automatically knew when Foxxi caught sight of her and turned her head accordingly, enigmatic hazel eyes meeting sweet blue-green ones. She smirked, ninja-poofed, and appeared next to her. The sly girl slung an arm around her shoulders and grinned, eyes wicked and half-lidded. "Glad you could make it, Kaoru."
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Post by ♠ Foxxi ♠ on Nov 18, 2007 21:13:40 GMT -5
She smiled at her company. "Likewise, Hikaru." It had become second nature to use pet-names when conversing with one another.
All eyes were on Dorian, who began to tilt slightly from side to side. Though he was already dead, sweat was forming on his brow.
His devious gray eyes darted around, capturing all of the arena in their wild gaze. He suddenly took off and lightning speed toward Ennio, smirking, but much to his surprise...
He began to lose his balance and fell flat on his handsome, rebellious face. If there was any blood in his body, it would all be rushing to his face right now.
Mignon cringed, fiddling with her hands as she cracked an eye open to look at her uncharacteristically clumsy brother. "This doesn't look good."
(((Written by Wulfi, plot by Foxxi)))
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Post by Admin on Nov 18, 2007 22:18:26 GMT -5
Ennio watched the display unwavered. He crossed his arms, reaching both hands into his sleeves, pulling a small throwing knife from each sleeve. 'Hm... rather embarrassing, to say the least.'
Ennio tapped his foot. 'Get up. Get up or I'll kill you where you lay.' Ennio threw one of the knives in the dirt before him, mocking him.
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Post by Wulfi on Nov 19, 2007 21:57:54 GMT -5
Haylo covered her eyes, Kaitai patting her head. "It'll be okay, you just watch! I'm sure Dorian can squirm his way outta this one!!" He tried to lessen her worry, but the attempt did little help. She sighed heavily, turning her head to peer at Arata.
He was suppressing laughing fit with his hands, strained chuckles reaching their ears. Haylo shook her head sadly, but quickly gave Dorian an encouraging look just in case he looked their way. Kaitai tried his best to look optimistic, nervous lightning green eyes betraying his brave front.
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Post by Griffin on Nov 19, 2007 22:31:49 GMT -5
Amid the fighting, a sharp screech rang through the air. That was the signal for the fire trap. From either side of the arena, a phoenix flies in and small droplets of fire rain down from their wings. Incoming much?
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Post by Admin on Nov 20, 2007 0:24:02 GMT -5
Ennio was thrown completely off guard. He hated fire with an unbound passion. There were too many fire droplets for him to throw needles at. Without wasting any time, he hustled to the pond in the center of the arena, and fixated himself to the edge of the round pond. Before his face went under, he inhaled fiercely. Ennio was prepared to stay under for as long as needed.
He was staring through the wavy filter the water made. He watched each drop sizzle down to nothing but a light puff of smoke. He was resisting not to go up for air. Ennio didn't know what course of action his opponent chose, but beneath the water Ennio had his hand on the handle of his sword, prepared for an attack.
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Post by ♠ Foxxi ♠ on Nov 21, 2007 17:06:10 GMT -5
Mignon cried out in utter fear. "DORIAN!!" Her screech rang out through the entire arena. Martin placed a hand on her arm, which was trembling fiercely along with the rest of her body. It took all of her self-control not to fling herself into the arena.
Vampires could only be killed in one way and one way only.
They would have to be shredded and burned.
Needless to say, Dorian wasn't too fond of fire. He heard the unmistakable cry of the phoenixes and frantically scanned the area for possible escape routes. He scrambled dizzily into the water also, landing on his knees under the surface.
His sharp (though not to focused at the moment) eyes landed on his opponent, who was on the other side of the pond. He opened his mouth to roar at the ninja, a garbled cry of rage traveling through the liquid, and began to rush at him. Though the water made his already stone body heavy, he was still a bit faster than the normal person running underwater due to his strength.
Wait... his strength...? Was the drug beginning to wear off? Did the water nullify it?
(((WbW, pbF)))
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Post by Wulfi on Nov 21, 2007 17:34:40 GMT -5
Haylo latched onto Kaitai's hand, heart thudding painfully in her chest. He became tense as well, cat ears lowering a tiny bit, tail lowering and wrapping around his waist like a belt. Arata, surprisingly, didn't look too ecstatic.
"Not good... Not good at all..."
They couldn't tear their eyes away from the pond, embers raining down and scarring the field. They hissed angrily as they hit the surface of the water, infuriated that they were not allowed to pass this liquid barrier.
"He's out."
"What do you mean?" Haylo muttered, breath shaking and wide crimson eyes set firmly on the water.
"The drug has a 50 percent chance of nullification when met with a separate form of liquid, not counting saliva, of course. Depending on how much water he's swallowed, he may have all of his powers returned to him."
Kaitai now stared at the blonde male. "So that means-..."
"Yeah... If he shows his true strength, he's out of the tournament."
The couple paled as they stared in disbelief at Arata. "No... No that-... He needs this tournament!!" Haylo protested, pure emotion and determination bright in her large eyes. "Mignon's counting on him!!"
"But what can we do, dear Haylo?" he replied. "I've done all I can. Now it's up to him. He'd better use his head." Arata then looked back to the pond. "All we can do is watch."
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Post by Admin on Nov 21, 2007 17:55:33 GMT -5
OOC: Disregard this post.
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Post by Griffin on Nov 21, 2007 18:28:43 GMT -5
OOC: Side not, the traps only last for two posts. Meaning, each person gets one post to show what they do to avoid the trap or how the trap affects them. So, now that Foxxi and ST have posted, the trap is done. Sorry I didn't mention that earlier.
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Post by Wulfi on Nov 21, 2007 18:32:40 GMT -5
(((No prob.)))
Haylo clasped her hands together in prayer. Kaitai had never been the religious type, so he simply kept his slitted eyes on the ninja. Arata did the same.
(((Short post, blah...)))
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Post by Admin on Nov 21, 2007 18:38:22 GMT -5
OOC: Side not, the traps only last for two posts. Meaning, each person gets one post to show what they do to avoid the trap or how the trap affects them. So, now that Foxxi and ST have posted, the trap is done. Sorry I didn't mention that earlier. OOC: That was sort-of something that we should have been told about earlier... |
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Post by killerinstinct on Nov 21, 2007 19:13:59 GMT -5
OOC: You could always modify your post...
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Post by Wulfi on Nov 21, 2007 20:15:56 GMT -5
(((Or not. =P )))
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Post by killerinstinct on Nov 22, 2007 3:04:13 GMT -5
OOC: It's up to you guys. Either Foxxi replies, or Brandon modifies his post.
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Post by Admin on Nov 22, 2007 12:37:00 GMT -5
OOC: There. Edited. Happy?
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Post by killerinstinct on Nov 22, 2007 13:03:02 GMT -5
OOC: XD Well, I did say it's up to you... anyways, continue the battle.
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Post by Admin on Nov 24, 2007 18:05:21 GMT -5
Ennio was in for a while now, and couldn't hold his breath any longer. He popped to the surface, and saw that the pyres had settled on the ground and fizzled out. He inhaled fiercely, and pulled himself out of the water.
Ennio reached into his sleeve and pulled out another tiny throwing knife. I'm ready for you Dorian... wherever you are...
Ennio checked behind him and above him, making sure his opponent didn't have any sneaky moves. He backed closer to the wall when he say that Dorian wasn't there. His fingers tightened on the small knife, ready to strike Dorian right between the eyes with it.
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Post by ♠ Foxxi ♠ on Nov 26, 2007 18:29:32 GMT -5
Through his rage, Dorian thought little about the situation at hand, ignoring the fact that a trap may be awaiting him on solid land. He propelled himself out of the pond and back-flipped onto the center platform. He was surrounded by water just in case he needed to dive again.
He grinned deviously. His long, glossy fangs gleamed in the sunlight as he shook the water out of his dark hair. The lone piece of light blond that made for the left sideburn clung to his face before it fell limp, heavy with water.
"A knife? Is that the best you can do?! Hahahaha~!! That's good, that's good!! I almost thought you'd be a challenge!!"
Mignon shook her head sadly from the stands. Her poor, idiotic brother...
(((WbW, pbF)))
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Post by Admin on Nov 26, 2007 20:47:11 GMT -5
Ennio got pissed. He had always maintained a cool temper, but being mocked midfight... he had enough. Ennio threw the knife quickly and carefully, aiming between the vampires eyes. Without watching to see if any hit, he drew two more small knives out of his sleeves and belted them at his foe.
You're dead. I'm not a prophet, but I can see your future. You are nothing but dead.
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Post by Wulfi on Nov 27, 2007 16:33:31 GMT -5
"Dorian, don't do it," Arata muttered, tense and on the edge of his seat. His light brown eyes were filled with panic. He gritted his teeth.
The others knew exactly what was going to happen.
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