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Post by Zack Asiv on Dec 18, 2009 8:35:48 GMT -8
The middle of Long Beach in a huge crowd of people stood a stage, a man dressed rather nicely was speaking in ontop of it as many people on the ground floor where passing out flyers for some sort of tournament.
"Oh no! This is not just SOME tournament! This is the tournament to descide the Worlds Strongest Fighter! This tournament will attract fighters from all around the world!"
The man kept going, his act seemed to never end, and there where certain individuals in the crowed who would be attracted to such a thing as well. Worst part being... That was the plan.
"There is no limit to how many may enter the Worlds Strongest Tournament. Enter and try your luck! Or should I say skill!? If the reward money wasn't enough there is a priceless reward for the champion as a trophy of his victory in the first ever Worlds Strongest Tournament!"
The crowd would erupt, people who never even concidered fighting before where getting pumped up, grasping flyers calling their friends, dreaming about being the champion. It was all so magnificent...
Yet not far off a black car with tented windows was sitting... Watching... Grinning.
There was more to this tournament than could be seen, because sure enough everyone who was meant to hear about this, would.
"They will all be there."
A familier old voice would say... Deep, lazy... So much planning, so much hardship... All for these next two months.
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Post by Drea on Dec 18, 2009 9:16:04 GMT -8
Drea knew very well that she wasn't very strong. As a complete newbie to the world of the rough and tumble, she knew that she'd probably have her rear end handed to her spectacularly.
But that didn't stop her curiosity. Somehow... Somehow, she knew that she'd join it. She knew that she would learn from it. After all, there would likely be a vast number of people that were trained in various forms of combat. And that... That was something she wanted to become involved in. She needed to learn more to know what sorts of moves one might expect from others. What kind of Qi people had.
There was a lot she could learn from going to view this tournament.
But she wanted to join it. She wanted to see how far she could go, and she wanted to compare herself to others - others that might not have the same concerns about harming her that her friends had.
Besides, she hadn't seen Mitsukai in ages and Kevala and Emily had been busy: Kevala with the children, and Emily with Regalia.
But... perhaps they'd be interested as well?
Quietly, Drea moved towards the man, accepting several of the flyers from him. Her interest had been piqued, and with it, a will and interest in participating - directly.
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 18, 2009 9:51:35 GMT -8
Kevala? Or course she would take an interest. This was something that would be very beneficial to her. Making her way toward the little gathering, dressed in a casual outfit and her black hair falling freely about her slender frame she would pull out her cell phone. Yes, she was contacting Gabriel. This was surely something he would find to be most interesting. Though she could always be wrong. But it did not hurt to let him know. Stuffing her phone back back into her pocket she would let those icy hues scan over the crowd. Settling upon Drea and a soft smile forming on her lips. But she would not move from her current spot yet. No, she would wait to see who else showed up. This should indeed prove to be very interesting. She could already tell that something strange hung in the air. More than a simple tournament was afoot here. Though of course that could just be her paranoid mind talking. We should not be here? You have had such strange feelings ever since finding that thing in the diner. You should be home. This is not a place for somebody of your limited strength. Not to mention, as much as I hate to admit it, Gabriel may not be too pleased with your being here so soon after your.....accidentI would have to agree. You still are unable to speak well. Such a struggle for you to get out simple words. You should not be here. Your wounds may have healed but your mind has not. You should not be throwing yourself into anything you are not completely sure of.Oh hush you two. I will be fine. Besides. I am only here for now as a silent observer. Though if I get drug into this then so be it. I hold no objections. Only way to get stronger is to push myself. Besides....What is the worst that can happen?None of the voices dared to answer that. Hell, SHE did not even dare to answer it. Best to just continue believing that lie she told herself. Heh
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Dec 18, 2009 10:03:00 GMT -8
Sara had been shopping around town looking for stuff for Shayne, the stuff she had gotten at the mall with Matrim was good but she still wanted to see him in other cute outfits and she had already seen him in all the other ones she had bought him. Unknowingly to Matrim she had spent an entire night just dressing him up and taking pictures of him, stupid bugger probably would have walked in on it too had Shayne started crying at any point, but it seemed as if Shayne liked her more since he didn't get upset !!! So as Sara was walking, she had been pretty excited to hear someone say something about a fighting tournament. "Oh no! This is not just SOME tournament! This is the tournament to descide the worlds Strongest Fighter! This tournament will attract fighters from all around the world!"<_< A fighting tournament.... I could fight in a fighting tournament... As long as it doesn't turn out like that last place >_> If I got shot I'm going to stab somebody in the ear... Sara quickly pulled out her phone to text Matrim but then stopped..... <_< If he comes.... oh screw that. Hey, the towns pretty boring today, what's going on back home? I may be late since there is a bit of traffic, everythings just so backed up in town. I may just stay to eat and see you later, kay?She sent it to Matrim and smiled with a bit of pride in her lie as she skipped off to join the tournament, that's right, she was joining and she'd be damned if she was the one who would tell Matrim it was going on.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Dec 18, 2009 10:10:37 GMT -8
Gabriel smirked reading the text, something he'd be interested in? What a curious thought, though it was worthwhile checking out. GAbriel smirked as he head down to long beach a bit of certain calm about him, excitement rising with each step. Yes this was something he figured would be exceptional.
"So whats this all about?" Gabriel smiled notioning to Kevala as he questioned.
grand tourney? This was exceptional, a certain thing that made Gabriel long for this test, quite an honor indeed. And thus he'd prepare.
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Post by Mitsukai on Dec 18, 2009 11:31:34 GMT -8
A tournament to determine the world's strongest fighter eh?
Well that certainly caught Mitsukai's interest when she saw the flyer. Now the girl knew there was no way in hell that she was going to win. Sure she had improved her skills and increased her strength since coming to 259 but she knew that she still had a long way to go. If she signed up for this tournament there was no telling how long she would last....
But yet this WAS a great opportunity to meet new and powerful opponents, learn some new skills, and hell maybe make a rival or two in the process. Besides win or lose Mitsukai had a thing for fighting. She loved it, certainly this event would not disappoint.
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Post by seishounohana on Dec 18, 2009 18:44:08 GMT -8
The world's strongest fighter?
Why was that something that was so important to this rather lengthy line of hopeful participants? ... IN FREAKING HIGH SCHOOL?! Emily sighed, remembering how she was merely pulled onto this place by Elise and several other friends of her own.
She was glad they were supportive of her fighting skills and all but...
Emily stood right behind Drea wearing a hood as to cover her face to a certain degree. She wasn't about to let everyone know she was interested in joining...
... at least for now.
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Post by David B. on Dec 18, 2009 19:34:09 GMT -8
Silence.
Everyone seemed to, without fail, say nothing, standing back and observing the man as though they wanted more information. David, of course, was in the crowd, listening to the point of the rewards. He lifted his left hand, blowing a snot rocket on the back of some mans shirt, who didn't happen to notice. He wiped the fingers deftly on the guys sleeve as well, before stepping through the crowd, hands in his pockets, cutting the man off as he started in about prize money.
"I don't give a damn about your rewards- make the fight worth my time and i'll compete for nothing." He looked the man in the eyes. "But I want to hear rules of combat first."
People thought him cocky, arrogant, concieted. He was- at least in his own fighting ability. Thats not to say he felt himself the greatest fighter in the world, but he sure as hell felt the greatest fighter in the city, if not the state. He would enjoy seeing who, exactly, he had to compete against, and how he stood up elsewhere. He watched and waited, excitement building. If he was to lose to some foriegn warrior, he would make sure to give it one hell of a good run.
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Dec 18, 2009 21:29:38 GMT -8
Hmm maybe I'll surprise her and meet her for in town for dinner or something...
Matrim got dressed and headed out, ready for a day of running downtown and seeing what all there was to do. Though he had decided to run physically since he heard there was traffic, but by the time he got there he had noticed that something was going on... upon further observation once he got there he realized that there was something MAJOR going on... a fighting tournament from the whispers of the crowd.
Matrim saw someone he recognized, David, and decided he would walk over to him.
"I don't give a damn about your rewards- make the fight worth my time and i'll compete for nothing. But I want to hear rules of combat first."
"Same about the rules, but I'll take rewards if I win em, I like to have souvenirs of these things you know? Though if the prizes are cash I don't really need it, guess with you here it won't be a waste of my time. I'm in," Matrim said, and pulled out his phone to send Sara a text.
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Post by Jason Harris on Dec 19, 2009 8:47:47 GMT -8
There he was standing on a corner few other people. What was he doing? Not a thing, just killing time and talking to friends. Feeling a vibration in his pocket Jason pulled out his phone and checked the text message.
OK he was curious. Saying bye to everyone Jason made this way into town. It wasn't hard to find what he was looking for as it had already drawn a crowd. As he made his was closer he started asking a few people what this was all about. All he could find out was that it was about some fighting tournament and a prize.He was curious why someone wanted to organize a tourament, but it seemed no one knew the answer to that.
At lest the person that had texted him was right. He was interested and looking forward to knocking some heads around.
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Post by Allen on Dec 19, 2009 9:04:52 GMT -8
Allen just smiled as he stood at the edge of the rather large and nosy crowd. He raises his hand up and fixes his glasses. His hawk like eyes studying all those in the crowd noticing some familiar faces. He stood there wearing lose fitting jeans and a tight black shirt that said "Kaboom. Yo!" in white letters. He had a cannon Power shot SX20 in his hand and a times 100x zoom lens. He grins like a fox as he raises the camera and takes picture of some important people. The guy speaking, Martim, Kevala and so forth. He cycles threw the pictures and smiles to him self as he thinks about the current situation.
So what I got here is a fight club mixed with some cheezy theme from Dragon ball Z. And I wonder what the Prizes could be...Hope they don't mind me sneaking around and taking a peek before Christmas day?
He grins as he takes off his glasses and puts them in a case and he pulls out a mask that has a skull lower jaw painted on it. And some gloves. He puts on the gloves and ties his long white hair into a pony tail. Allen pulls out some knee pads and straps them on and ties his shoes really tight. He puts away the camera in his back and throws it on his back and stands there playing with a small ball. And grins his foxy grin behind his mask.
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Post by Hall on Dec 19, 2009 11:56:07 GMT -8
Hall had been searching for a new part time job for several weeks, yet could find no work. The economy is down, but this is ridiculous! He was just about to head onto the bus to get home when he noticed the forming crowd. Like anyone else in the world, he wanted to know what was going on.
A tournament?
Hall had never encountered anything like this before because all of the fighting that he had been a part of prior to switching schools was completely unorganized rumbling. Despite his interest though, he was very much against unnecessary fighting. That was the end of it. No more mental mulling over the topic. Well, he hadn't been in, or seen, a good fight in a long while, so maybe he would stick around to see the competitors, maybe watch some of it later. Oh! There's a flyer! Well it would be insulting not to take one. Anyone can enter? Well, that's nice! Lot's of people will also be drawn into the mix with the promise of prizes, most of them pretty weak... But no reason for Hall to get involved, he was trying to keep a low profile after all. But he probably isn't the strongest... Still, no reason for him to get involved if he doesn't have to. Looking around at the rest of the faces in the crowd who were interested, Hall could easily distinguish those who had a fighting chance, and those who were going to waste their good health.
A lot of strong people out there. haha! I guess I don't have a choice anymore. Hell, maybe I'll even make a friend.
Hall made his decision before hearing the rules, something unusual for him. But hey, it's a year of change.
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Post by Farren on Dec 19, 2009 16:42:38 GMT -8
As if I would pass up a chance to see most of my target students all in one place.
I leaned against a set of steel bleachers, watching the circus unfold. How many of these tournaments had I participated in so far? At least a half dozen, and that was in high school alone. These things always seemed to attract a wild bunch, the men and the women, the speedsters and the hulks, the stoics and the crazies. Look for any kind of fighter archetype and you were likely to find one here. I mean just look at me, the One-Armed Swordsman. My right arm hung limply across my torso in a fabric sling, wrapped in a double thick plaster cast with metal wires underneath to hold it in place. It had been a while since Ryu and I had shattered each other's right arm but the damage had been severe and healing takes time, even for someone like me.
But back to the event. A "World's Strongest" deal. Nothing original really, hell, Dragonball Z has a movie with the same name. But my vantage point gave me a great view of the crowd and, sure enough, it was like a who's-who of #259's best, along with a few fresh faces. Seems my hunch was correct. This was a perfect chance to scope out students. And that redhead in the first row over there. Those couldn't be real...could they?
I shook my head. Focus Farren, focus! Things are gonna get going soon. I pushed my cheap plastic sunglasses higher up onto my face and settled in to watch the events. I wasn't planning to fight but, if opportunity knocked, I wasn't above stepping into the ring. And I'd put my name into the running as a substitute, just in case.
Now, about that redhead...
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Post by Gilgamesh Magnius on Dec 19, 2009 23:00:43 GMT -8
Gilgamesh smiled.
Oh yeah.. This will be good.
Tournaments!? GODLIKE!
Gilgamesh would get his ass handed to him.. but who cared!?
This was going to be much fun.. almost.. to much fun. Gilgamesh took off his sunglasses and looked around... big turn out. heh, that would be good wouldn't it?
more fighting.. more blood and even better.. more asskicking or getting ass kicked.. who knows who he fight, its a tournament.. this might work to Gil's advantage!
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Post by Adrian Kreever on Dec 20, 2009 8:51:56 GMT -8
You're a FOOL to even consider this, did you know that? Whatever. The little dialogue played its course inside Adrian's head as his eyes eagerly ran down over the flyer in his hand. World's strongest fighter, eh? With luckI'll pick up a trick or two. He harbored no illusions, his chances of winning the tournament where next to none, but that didn't mean he couldn't learn from the experience. Losing, winning, he wouldn't say they didn't matter to him, they did, but if loosing now could mean you picked up a trick that might help you in the future, well... Why should you run from an experience that could hardly mean anything but winning in the long run?
He shut the voice out, he'd been doing that a lot lately and it wasn't pleased, but it was a source of irritation and distraction of late, and little else. His purple eyes ran over the white paper eagerly clutched in his almost equally pale hands. He imagined flesh tearing and bones giving under relenteless attacks, both of him and to him. Grinning wide, he made his decision. "He who lacks the courage to take risks shall die, having achieved nothing." He muttered to himself, a quote of someone with a decent head on his shoulders. More than could be said of the people of the modern age. He was in, all the way. He just hoped his insurance would cover the injuries, as he expected to suffer beyond his own, basic medical knowledge.
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