Shattered Planes Archives (Seasons 4 & 5)
Milky Way Galaxy => E X C E L / A R E N A => K City => F I G H T => Topic started by: K2 on February 25, 2012, 12:00:11 PM
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In the center of the fighting deck of the Excel Arena stood Kaleb James Tyris I, better known as K2323, wearing his dragon scale armor, his Genesis Staff in his hand. It was time for the event to begin. Already, invitations would be sent out to any major planet in the dimension. In every civilized galaxy in the area, and in various other dimensions, both magic and technical transmissions were sent out, all containing the same information, with an attached set of coordinates.
You are invited!
To the fighting tournament of the century. The Excel Tournament, held by K2323, will be held at the Excel Arena, the coordinates to which are attached to this invitation. Come, and participate in the tournament of the century. The victor will become truly unlike any other. The prize is to become a legend. The prize is an ancient magic which only K2323 and a few others are capable of using, a magic so strong that it has been forgotten. But that's not it. The true prize is to be recognized as the strongest. Because the winner of this tournament is stronger than all others. The winner of this tournament is, like the Sage Three, royalty. The winner is Excel.
And so, K2323 awaited for someone, anyone, to show up.
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Terrence would appear, but not in a fancy flash of light. There would be no explosion of energy, no deadly blasts to mark his arrival. It would simply be like he had been there for a while when he received the invitation and he would be clad in his new garments. The red and black ceremonial combat garments that were worn by the Kytori Family and their vassals were what he wore. On him would be the Bios Armor and the Helmet of Evolix would be with him, ready to be used. This tournament seemed interesting and would be a good thing to do battle in. The fact of the matter was that well if he did not participate he would look weak and Ivan Night, his mentor had advised him of the fact that participating could indeed be something to save his bacon in this case.
The aura of Terrence or any means of trying to detect his power level would not work as he had taken precautions against such things mainly in the form of one of the many ceremonial items that he now carried on himself for this battle. A guitar would appear and strap itself to his back and he would wear metal gloves made out of an unknown red metal that was on his hands. Signing up for this tournament would be but the first step to ensuring the Neo Narrikian Empire and the New Narrikian Empire both would be survivors of course. With Champion Mode and Zealot Mode there was a chance he might indeed survive the battle.
The tournament would be a stepping stone to far greater power than he had. And as Terrence knew said power would benefit him to possess, he had come at the invitation to participate. It seemed interesting and besides it was better than being cooped up and readying dusty old scrolls all day anyway. The battle should provide him with a worthy foe that he could handle fighting.
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OOC: I'll explain the rules once people arrive.
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William walked through a portal from the cafe on Duerme, and looked around the arena. Seeing Terrence, he thought to himself, Wow. Who brings a guitar to a fight?
...Wait, this isn't a battle of the bands tournament, is it? That would suck. William, being someone who was not musically inclined at all, walked up to the other man, K2323, and asked, "This is the place where we fight and all, right?"
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A small portal opened, and through it came Empty, wearing the royal robes of the New Narrikian Empire, a look of interest on his face. A tournament, huh? He hadn't been in one of these in... Well, ever. He was mildly impressed at the power level of the man who seemed to be in charge. Would Empty have to fight him to win this tournament? He hoped not.
Chal appeared shortly afterwards, a smile on his face. He, too, was dressed in Genesis Armor. It was going to be a fun tournament, that was for sure.
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"So when do we start the tournament?"
Terrence was here for one purpose only. Win the tournament. This was his goal and the reason he had come to this place. The guitar had an immense signature, but not his own either. Terrence had borrowed a few relics of the past from the Chronicles to use in this battle. The metal bands on his wrist were one such and provided him some boosts in strength and speed without the helmet.
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William started to look around the arena. He was thinking something along the lines of, Awwwe crap. Pretty boy didn't give me any of that new equipment he said I was gonna get.
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At exactly the same time but at different areas, two people appeared. One was Hikaru, the black hooded cloak still wrapped around her, disguising her appearance, her magic signature somehow completely gone. The second was a young white-haired woman. She had blue eyes and wore a mixture of black and white clothing. From just her beauty and elegance, one would assume that she was another Phoenix that had recently popped up. But as her eyes were not the normal gold of a Phoenix nor did they even carry a gold tint, this would destroy any such assumptions. This girl also carried no magic signature.
"Report to me, servant." Hikaru sent the message through the telepathic link that she had created between her and Celso. "I have a job for you that just may prove your usefulness and earn you that training. Come to the tournament hosted by the one known as K2323. Fail to do so, and our deal is off." With that, Hikaru abruptly blocked the telepathic connection on her side before he could answer and looked around to survey the new arrivals.
There amongst the arrivals but away from the sight of Hikaru appeared one other person, that looked no older than fifteen, and had dirt-brick-red hair and violet eyes, Kotah Tyris. One of the sons of Hikaru had returned, but neither saw nor recognized one another.
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Joining the party now was Kaleb Tyris, son of K2323, who appeared next to his dad, a smile on his face. He was wearing his usual business attire, and had his glasses firm on his face. He and his dad had reunited only moments ago, but he was happy to see his father after eight years of being apart. He bowed to his dad before taking his place among the crowd. He could already feel a few strong magic signatures around him. It was going to be an interesting fight.
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A white haired man appeared, he seemed to be human his eyes a normal green. The man was dressed in a Emerald green and onyx colored lab coat, carrying sack of scrolls, and what appeared to be a medical kit with many different sized scalpels and knifes in a leather folio. His scrubs were a deep black, he seemed to be where strange boots. The man did not have a magic signature, and was for all appearances human.
Another man appeared in what seemed a military uniform. He appeared human, no magic signature. He was a tan, and had black hair. He appeared near Terrence.
The Wayword Collective did not send any fighters but send representatives, to observe the fight, and show their support for the event. There representatives seemed to be in suits and ties, and looked all the world human, and happy to be here to witness the event.
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Before Hikaru had called him mentally Celso had been busy practicing a new technique that he had created and one that no emperor before him had ever mastered. This technique was somewhat of something unique to him. For the one he had made was never before seen across the dimension and so Celso would appear in a flash of black light in a white business suit. With a simple cracking of his knuckles black pebbles would appear from nowhere and form around Celso into the thing he had spent the time between their last meeting and now working on. This was not technology no, but it was something he had made from studying old relics in his study for a while and copying their properties so that he could use them more efficiently.
The suit he now wore may not be technology but it had a great deal of protective defenses on it to shield against biological, air borne, water borne or food borne viruses and also had protection against being injected with stuff or being shot. The air around the armor shimmered, an invisible barrier that would cause any attacks of it to rebound at the source of them. No this was not tech, it was something Celso had made from the books and various relics he had at his disposal.
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-I am on my way-
By the time Celso sent this response he had already arrived. But he was not clad in any sort of tech what so ever besides the wrist band on his arm a communicator of sorts that would also be used to order a ship in orbit of this place?that had arrived the moment he had teleported to beam him up should any trouble arise.
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A pure black shade, featureless save its twin-jointed legs and feathered wings, walks calmly out of the portal next to K2323, as if oblivious to the other mages. "This one is a messenger, coming for two reasons. First, to enroll the Maker and Mistress, second to speak to you, Kaleb Tyris the First, regarding former alliances that the Maker wishes to rekindle." It says, its mouth seeming to melt back into its face, leaving no facial features.
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"Oh c'mon K2" Jay appeared next to K2323 "Royalty? Really?" He jested, nudging the man playfully "I'll bite but like, you gotta play too" The Templar walked into the crowd, laughing as Inari appeared next to him "M-Master Jay Nek h-" She started, still holding Nek's flower. Jay placed a hand on his apprentices shoulder "I'm aware. The guy just needs some time alone it's fine. Here, this looks pretty fun" Jay motioned to the crowd. Inari seemed apprehensive, she really just wanted to find Nek. "Listen up, it's a Templar Mission. I want you to fight in this tournament. I will be too. We're gonna show the universe the Templars are back in full asskicking force. Greater than any Sage Three Royalty" Jay laughed at that, he only ever knew K2 as a friend
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(pffft I'm late. I blame approval timing :P)
Arachnid fell through a portal, not knowing how the hell that happened. He stood up on the smooth,glassy surface of the floor. His nose told him that he wasn't alone. Great. First thing he wanted to to was keep a distance from everyone. He openned his mouth partially so the eyes inside could see. All humanoids as far as he could see.
Why was he even here? Arachnid heard someone speaking.
"Listen up, it's a Templar Mission. I want you to fight in this tournament. I will be too. We're gonna show the universe the Templars are back in full asskicking force. Greater than any Sage Three Royalty"
What the hell in the name of Acanthros was a Templar? Sage Three? No one on Acathros knew about that. As for a fight... Any other helix would enjoy this more. But once in a fighting frenzy, Arachnid would remain in a frenzy until the fight is over.
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The moment Celso had arrived, Hikaru gave him a look of disgust before motioning him with her index finger, "Come with me then," she sighed and grabbed him by the wrist, dragging him if she must, over to a secluded area away from the rest of the people showing up.
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Terrence would simply disappear in a flash of light, called away to elsewhere.
Celso would walk over to Hikaru instead of being dragged and follow her.
A black and gray letter would appear near Jay, the words on it in runic Narrikian.
Who watches the Templars?
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Slam!
Slam!
The sound was far from physical, but any magic users within the area strong enough would be able to feel it. It was the sound of an unstoppable force banging on the walls that kept something apart, and this something was obviously getting through.
Within a few moments a small visible crack appeared in mid-air, and not only did it slowly start growing but before it could grow at a "natural" rate two hands grabbed the corners and started to rip it open. The sickening sound of fabric being torn echoed of the walls as the rip was now wide enough to peer into.
It was pure white, and nothing could be seen in the background. Nothing at all was there save the boy who had with his bare hands ripped a hole through dimensional barriers. He was dressed like a butler, and his right eye had an eye-patch with a silly looking eye drawn on it. He looked anxious and wary of the many legends on the other side, but without hesitation he stepped across the threshold and into the arena. The portal behind him closing.
"Hi. I'm Jack." He said with a polite grin and a small wave.
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Finding himself surrounded by people was as happy of an occasion to K2 as celebrating an enjoyable night by indulging in a bottle of wine with the misses. He had spent many an occasion lounging the palace in a less than modest attire, if any, holding a bottle in his hand and with a smile spread wide on his face. That smile was relayed upon him here, after some time away, because in part, he was very surprised about the outcome he now saw with his own eyes. He'd been expecting the very worst.
Alas, he was more than happy to facilitate this return, and he would do just that today, in a manner of moments, but he couldn't help but wonder if he needed to be a bit more afraid than he actually was. It seemed that some of those who had come to participate were very strong, and as per tradition, K2323 would be participating this year himself. Could he defeat some of these guests who had come to fight? He could only hope.
"Right, right, I know you all have your concerns," K2323 illustrated vividly to the crying requests upon him, "And we'll each have our time to talk privately as time goes on. However; I need you all to sign a blood contract stating you understand the rules of the tournament before we continue."
He raised his hands, his moments vivid as can be, and his fingers formed an all too familiar motion, resulting in a “snapâ€. Upon this instance, he had just so happened to craft upon the surrounding, ordained from another location, a table, and upon it parchment which finely gave note to those who might read it the circumstances in which one would be able to enter the event he was hosting. Upon the table, next to the parchment, there was a quill, enchanted so that the one who picked it up's blood (which they, of course, were expected to sign in) would be cleaned off after usage, for obvious sanitary purposes.
“Rule number one,†he began, “No killing. Not until the final round, or if, for some special reason, I give you permission. Rule number two. No targeting others outside the fight, including audience members. Rule three, no attacking my stadium. That said, the tournament will work quite simple. Zkero, come.
In the sudden instance that his words were dictated, a man dressed in white robes, his face well covered by a mask, appared next to K2323. “This is a WhiteOp. The WhiteOps are the surpreme referees of each match, second only to myself. What they say, goes. There will also me MedicalOps on hand to handle any injuries... Any questions?â€
Well, that went well. Right?
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Arachnid stood there, taking in the sounds, a portal openning a dimensional wall, a guy speaking who apparently is the leader behind all this. Arachnid's mouth parted oen slightly to see, but not to reveal the eyes inside. A blood contract? Maybe he should sign last... So he wouldn't be in much trouble.. After all, Helix blood was radioactive, and well... Healing magic might or might not help. Arachnid remembered those silly Lizirii who accidentally received his virus, and using magic either healed the Lizirii and the limbs fell off. Or.... The growing limbs grew more frequently and went insane on the host. Either way, if ARachnid was to fight here, and possibly die, he'd sign last. And that's that.
(Spoiler:howdidarachnidlearnhowtospeak?Radioactive blood woooooooooooooo :D)
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When Celso had followed her, Hikaru simply flicked her hand and created a displacement field of sound, movement, sight, and any possible sense around the two. However, her spell held no magic signature and thus could not be sensed. "Alright, servant..." Hikaru glanced to the fool in front of her. How did she always attract the idiots? "I'm sure you've heard of this Tournament, who hasn't? It's hosted by one of the Sage Three... after all..." With a glance to where K2323 was, Hikaru quickly looked back at Celso. "You are to enter it in my stead, however...."
With a snap of her fingers another black cloak much like her own had appeared from nowhere along with a blood contract of her own, which she threw to Celso. "We are to take turns. If the enemy is of one I wish to fight I will be the one to fight and if they are useless, you will fight. You will wear that and we will switch back and forth. When you do fight, I will assist you in battle through the telepathic link I gave you and tell you what spells to cast and how to fight. From the moment you sign that contract with your blood, you will be my puppet until the tournament is finished or I grow tired of you. Whichever comes first. If you fail to agree to this you will not receive the training from the leader of that group. If you succeed, you will get that training and the experience that I have taught you within the battles you fight."
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A hand extends from each of the shade's palms, looking completely normal, though one seemed to have an extra bone perpendicular to the others in the wrist. Each hand signs the sheet, in nearly illegible, foreign symbols. The shade looks up to K2, as the hands sink back into the shadow. "When you are next alone, this one will seek you out again."
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Jay looked at the note, reading over it "Pft, haters gonna hate" He muttered as he tore it up and put it in the trash. The Templar pricked his finger with the quill when it became his turn and signed in... Really awful, ancient earthen handwriting. "You'd be shocked in this day and age how little I have to actually hand write." He laughed, handing the quill to Inari who signed in pleasant looking calligraphy. "Bro, I gotta talk to you when you got a second. Like literally, a second" Jay nodded to K2323 before turning and scoping out the opposition.
A guy with an eyepatch, a freaky ass dog thing, a bird looking creature to name a few. "Looks like this is gonna be pretty fun. Let's give 'em all a show to remember huh?"
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First Hikaru's contract would be signed. After a few moments of pausing Celso would put on the cloak and teleport over and sign the one of K2323. But little did Celso knew two distinct figures were about to appear and so a portal of red and black would open. Out would step Kevin Stryder with a Viking style axe across his back clad in a black tunic and black boots along with black jeans. There was a trench coat over his clothes as well that contained pockets with pocket dimensional storage. Kevin would walk over and simply prick his finger and then sign the contract of the tournament and look over at K2323. This would be the start of something new for him as he had never participated in tournaments. It would be a way for him to expand his knowledge and improve. Terrence on the other hand would appear out of a gray portal, completely gray and go over and sign the contract. But something was different about him. Terrence normally did give off a signature?but no one could sense his anymore for he had studied suppression and was using it to the full. Well technically not suppression but masqueing his signature.
Terrence would look at K2323.
"I shall be participating in this tournament."
Jake would put his hand on the battle axe, stop and then ask. "Are there rules about how many of a certain race can join in?"
"And where would we be without me? I shall participate as well." This would come from Celso.
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Arachnid grew impatient. Since no one else went up to sign, might as well use the chance to get it over with. out of four forearms, Arachnid decided to use the first left one. He paused, and then used the tips of his back claws to slice the front. The back tips wouldn't do anything as long as he missed the rings on the phalanges. Soon, the front claws' glowing markings seemed to melt off, but he was just bleeding the same thing his markings had, blood. Arachnid didn't really know much writing unless he was glancing at Avian or Lizirii markings along walls or trees. So all he did was leave a clawprint and walk off, leaving a trail of radioactive blood to drip from the forepaw. It'd heal fully, like in 10 hours or something...
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The White haired human walked up and signed in what appeared to be blood. After all, it was a person after all, wasn't he?
The Dark haired humanoid did the same, in what appeared to be blood, yet again, for all appearances it was blood... right?
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Halving half payed attention to what was going on, he went up and signed William Benesque without hesitation. For him it was like checking the box to say he had in fact read the terms and conditions that no one ever reads. Suddenly his hand began to hurt like crazy, but the armored gloves he was wearing hid it from his vision. He grumbled and muttered, "This better be good."
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Raising his hand Jack seemed confused and nervous. "Um..I don't think I have blood exactly.." He announced before walking towards the form before biting down on his thumb quickly; there wasn't even a hint of pain in his face as his canine broke the skin. Using his thumb as a pen he wrote Jack in a black..substance? It wasn't even that, and it wasn't liquid. But the paper was now stained black with his signature. It was as if whatever ran through his veins marked the very existence of the paper, and by doing so left a very powerful bond to Jack.
Stepping away he walked to the fringes of the group and watched the people gathered here quietly. He didn't know how to act in a situation like this, but this tournament would be a great way to mark himself as a powerful force and therefore worthy of respect in this plane. It would help his duties as Herald a lot.
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K2323 was always accustomed to being a very busy individual, needing to be spoken to constantly by various parties. And so, to the shadow figure, he nodded his head, and to Jay as well, he quietly affirmed the Templar's statement with a, "Bet on it."
Once everyone had signed, K2323's contract began to fold itself closed before it began to levitate towards K2323, who outstretched his hand, his fingers feeling the cold, hard parchment which he put away within a pocket of his robes. Placing his hand on the table before him, he summoned it away. It was time to begin the games, then. Looking around, K2323 silently counted the number of people who had signed.
"Fifteen, huh?" K2323 noted, "An odd number right away. As such, one of you will automatically receive a bye, meaning one of you will not have to participate in the opening round, as chosen by random chance. All matches are also chosen at random."
He looked to his left, and then to his right. Already, people were beginning to pour into the stadium. "The first match will begin in fifteen minutes. All contestants who are waiting for their matches may watch from the Contestant Deck," he explained, pointing towards the press box on the upper decks of the stadium, "Air conditioned, private decks. Your every need will be catered too. You will also find, upon reporting to the deck, that each of you have been granted a room at the Excel Condo in K City. Right, good luck, everyone. The first match will be announced momentarily."
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Private Condo, huh? William thought to himself. Pretty boy's already a better boss then dumbass emperor.
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Once Celso had signed the contract, Hikaru smirked as his magic producing organ became hers. He would still have it within him, but any spells or magic he cast would have to be under her order. With this fool to battle, Hikaru could lie low and remain undiscovered yet at the same time get the chance to fight her brother. Everything was going according to plan.
When Celso had gone to sign K2323's contract, Hikaru hid herself amongst the crowd.
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In the back of the crowd, almost unknown to anyone, came a slight poof of blue smoke. A sudden, unnaturally strong wind blue across the crowd and blew the smoke away to reveal the form of a standing figure. He was dressed in a dark brown cloak decorated with ornate golden designs, constantly changing, flashing into the shapes of dragons flying, pheonixes rising from ashes, waves crashing over sand and many other images. The cloak's hood bore the same golden, ever changing designs and made it seem like there was a shadow covering the owner's face. The only things that portruded from the hood were a long, silver beard that went down to the middle of his chest and the light of blue, glowing eyes, whisps that emitted small amounts of blue smoke.
"I do hope I'm not to late to sign up." Came Isaac Tanak's voice. "I would be most disapointed if I couldn't participate because I lost track of time." He said, moving to the front.
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"Awe, great," William sighed to himself. "Another freaking magic major."
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The man turned his head to him and smiled. When he smiled, the white glint of his teeth shone through the eerie blackness of his hood. "Don't worry, sonny. We don't all shoot fireballs or lightning out of our eyes."
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"No," William stated. "You just make sh** boring."
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Isaac let out a dry, cackling laugh. "I like you." He said. "Very blunt. Good. We'll see how boring things are when we're all fighting for the prize, hm?"
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"Yeah, whatever," William said in an undeliberately teenagerish fashion.
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Isaac smirked invisibly before looking back to K2323. "So, son? Gonna let an old man have one more go at the prize?" He asked, his voice tinted with teasing.
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"Wait for us!" Both Rev, then Gen appeared one after the other behind Issac, the two nearly toppling into the old man.
"We would like to join for the experience!" Gen declared as Rev added,
"And knowledge of battle."
Before the contract had been rolled up, the white haired woman had went ahead and signed the contract in what looked like white blood as Kotah signed after her.
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"Right," K2323 noted, "More people."
After Isaac and the other newcomers had signed, the contract and table vanished, and each of the contestants were forcefully teleported to the Contestant Deck. It was time... For the first match to begin.