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Post by Zack Asiv on Jan 14, 2010 7:14:49 GMT -8
There it was, the man made island that the man on the stage told everyone about. And the red smoke billowed from its shores, at the docks waited hundreds of boats to give passage to all the fighters wishing to enter, if questions where asked to the men working there the answer would always be the same. If actions where made the actions taken would be the same. If they chose to leave it did not matter, all that mattered was time. Oh yeah and that answer.
"All will be explained on the boat."
The Worlds Strongest Tournament was about to begin. And a long running conspiracy would be revieled... Who would come out the strongest fighter in the world?
People from all over had shown up, fighters, thugs, professionals, gangsters. Underground, to world wide. Everything and everyone that considered themselves capable had shown up, and the lines to the boats where streaming.
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Adrian Kreever
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Post by Adrian Kreever on Jan 15, 2010 18:35:43 GMT -8
Adrian had been looking forward to this, his heart was aching o see blood shed, his fists were clenched in anticipation and his eyes turned a deep, golden yellow from the intense emotion. He wasn't expecting to win, in fact he would find it a disastrous thing to happen, but he still had so far to go, so much to learn and, oh yeah, he just loved hurting people. As long as he was knocked out of the tournament relatively early Mother and Father were very unlikely to find out about this, and he wouldn't have to explain himself to them. Even if they did find out, he'd figure something out, but he hated lying to them more than anything.
Making his way onto one of the many boats in the harbor Adrian looked over many of his opponents, seeing that he was, by far, among the younger ones there. Good. People tended to underestimate people younger than themselves. Many returned his glances with arrogance, a 'can-you-believe-this-kid' attitude, but a few recognized the sickness that gleamed in his eyes and averted their own. Someone pushed past him, leaving a stinging elbow in his side and robbing him of breath. When he looked up he saw someone looking at him and laughing. You sure you should be here, kiddo? Shouldn't you be over at the junior try-outs and have ya momma along to change your diapers?" Adrian's eyes narrowed, but he didn't assault the guy. Instead, he just smiled. "I'll eat your eye." He stated casually, calmly smiling at the guy. "A'hm sorry, you'll-" "-Eat your eye, and maybe your ear too." The guy looked shaken, that was not what he had expected. He slowly backed away before turning around and walking off. He didn't bother Adrian for the rest of the little boat-trip.
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Jan 20, 2010 10:43:56 GMT -8
Without a word Matrim looked around, him and Sara had wanted to join this, so they would. After all, it was a chance to fight strong fighters. Fighters stronger than Matrim. He had no hopes to win, in fact he hoped he lost in the first few rounds if not for the excitement to know that there was more strength to be gained. His worst fear was to become the strongest, and that was surely and awful fate.
What Matrim wanted, was a challenge, and this cried out challenge to him. He knew he was in for whatever was going to happen. Which made a devilish grin come to his face. He wanted this, he wanted to win more than anything. God how great it would be to win the entire thing, but how horrible. Perhaps he'd be alright with winning the whole thing if it was just barely... but even then, the feeling of accomplishment would leave him with a need for more.
And if he lost, what then? Disappointment? He'd be upset, he knew it. But at the same time it meant there was more. It was funny how his Dragon nature was screaming to fight every challenge, face every foe, and do whatever it took to come out on top while his old self seemed to side more with 'if I lose, than there's more for me to accomplish later'.
"Oh well," He said, "Let's go." He got onto the boat.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Jan 20, 2010 15:54:49 GMT -8
"Oh well. Let's go."
Sara nodded and followed Matrim onto the boat. She wore her typical gear, the stuff she wore when she knew she was going to be kicking some ass. Loose black track pants, white tank top, flats. Everything meant to make it easier for her to move and fight. That wasn't to say she didn't look good, she looked perfectly fine... If you were into small, scarred up, scary looking girls.
A smile played on her lips as she glanced around excitedly, taking in the other fighters, making mental notes. Ah, the big leagues... While Matrim might be concerned about losing, her only concern was getting farther then Matrim. She didn't care if she won the whole tournament, only that she made it one round farther then Matrim. Although it would be pretty awesome to say she had won this thing. Then she could rub it in Matrim's face for the rest of his life. Hehe...
She had heard other fighters asking around about what was going on and all that jazz and she heard that the only answer people were getting was that it was going to be explained on the boat. She settled in next to Matrim, leaning against him lightly as she waited, huffing and humming and hawing. "I want this to get started Matrim... Make them start...."
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Post by Mitsukai on Jan 29, 2010 20:54:53 GMT -8
There was a lot more people coming then she though there would be. It was both exciting and slightly intimidating but that was to be expected, this was the first tournament Mitsukai had ever been to. There was no thrill in knowing that you would win. In fact Mitsukai knew she would not, she wouldn't be surprised if she was knocked out in the first few rounds. But that's what she liked about this. She might not be the strongest fighter yet but she had a drive to seek out a challenge and push herself to succeed. It was in her nature to try and better herself and this tournament would definitely give her the push she needed to achieve just that.
Well this is it. she thought. Lets see how far I can get...
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Feb 6, 2010 11:21:06 GMT -8
World's Strongest.
There was a tension, a moment of doubt in his mind, and for good reason. The second one assumed they were the strongest was the second they were proven otherwise. Gabriel smiled with confident nonchalance. Not that he was worried about the competition, even a part of him figured he wouldn't participate there was somewhat of the hope he'd run into David Blaze here, it'd been all too long since their epic battles had leveled an entire section of the school or better yet even the neighboring lots.
An island almost suited them, it'd be necessary assuming their were just as strong fighters prepared to join this event. Bypassing the lines Gabriel was atop the boat's large triple decker build watching those coming in from the top with a mixed stare. Those he recognized, then there were others who could fit the bill quite the same. It made no difference, there was to be more to this fight to strength, as he'd seen when his Qi exploded giving him unrivaled skills in that field.
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