BANZAI!!!! Posted June 10, 2014 Report Share Posted June 10, 2014 OOC Thread ~The ticking moments beats against me like broken waves in a desert Lolling envy cascades beneath a yellow sky dying slowly in a casket of infinite density Aiming too high the arrow misses and makes its mark on a setting sun Reaching up, there is no one but the echoes of potential that rattle and bang against what could have been Having regret, we find the ego wanting more, needing more The frozen walls melting into the childish night The time has come to open our eyes and be blinded by the sun.~ Episode 1: There are Monsters Among Us Despite the relatively strong breeze, the sun beat down upon Gaea relentlessly, without a cloud in the sky to obstruct its light. The salty, humid air blowing in off the nearby sea gave the day a bit of a sticky feel, though this was offset by the force of the wind, which when combined with these conditions made for what many would consider perfect, albeit active, weather. Within the massive steel and concrete amphitheater otherwise known as Hydra Stadium, a massive crowd filled each and every one of its seats, all of their eyes focused on the green below. In the center was located a large, circular battle ring roughly 130 yards in diameter, made of what appeared to be marble blocks. On the northern edge appeared a young man, his messy blue hair flowing this way and that in the breeze, and a white duel disk on his left arm. A small grin appeared on his face, and his blue eyes glimmered as he placed a slightly dog-eared white card on the machine, and within a second a white dragon appeared from within a shimmering field of sparkling green and gold energy. The creature roared triumphantly as the crowd erupted in cheers. The "rising stars of the west" had arrived. It was the young man who spoke first. "You ready?" Astrum Argentum's white reptilian form hovered a few feet above the ring as he spoke, his maw contorting into a draconic imitation of a smile. "As if you even needed to ask me." Some 20 feet behind the young Stardust Dragon, Zane Gwiazda stood ready for action, his white and blue duel disk activated and a focused look on his face. All around him hundreds of thousands of spectators cheered from the Hydra Stadium's stands waiting for the action to begin. Though they'd been in Gaea for a few days, it still shocked Zane just how many people could fit in a single place like this at once. Having come from the western region of the continent, which was practically devoid of life by comparison, he'd never been exposed to a massive crowd such as this. Maybe it was the cheering crowd, or perhaps the sea air, but for whatever reason, the tension that normally accompanied the calm before a combat duel was instead replaced by sheer excitement, and a little bit of delight. After all, for once things were not a matter of life and death, and both Zane and Astrum could actually enjoy the competition for once, not to mention the admiration of the crowd, whose hearts the pair had evidently already stolen. After a few moments, their opponent, Heinz Kreiger, appeared, his long brown hair also blowing in the wind and his red duel disk activated. He grinned as he fished a card from the disk's half-filled deck slot and placed it on a monster zone. Not a second passed before a red demonic creature, Skherazz, manifested before them, clutching an ornate obsidian staff and gritting its teeth. The crowd around them grew just a little bit louder as the exiles entered combat stances, ready to fight. The referee, a rather excited man in his mid thirties, stood atop of a platform just outside of the circular duel ring. He spoke loudly into his microphone as he prepared to start the first combat duel of the tournament. "Combatants ready?!" There was a bit of a pause as both duelists took a card from their deck slots. "BEGIN!" BGM: Kaidoku Funou- Jinn The crowd erupted in cheers as Astrum and Skherazz charged at one another. Before they collided, Skherazz abruptly changed his direction and flew upward with a mighty flap of his demonic wings, his obsidian staff outstretched and charged with lightning. Astrum had just enough time to look up before the bolt erupted from the tip of the staff, a crack of thunder accompanying it. Then, the electricity suddenly dissipated into nothingness as Zane activated the card he'd drawn first: Negate attack. The card ignited and fell to the ground as Zane gave Astrum an affirmative nod. Seizing the opportunity, Astrum vaulted off of the ground toward Skherazz with a mighty flap of his wings, his claws clenched in fists. As the dragon charged, Heinz quickly and deliberately fished a card from his own disk, standing ready to play both of the cards in his hand at any moment. Skherazz, not the least bit fazed by the failure of his opening assault, charged down at his opponent, swinging his demonic staff with all his might. Both Exiles collided in midair, a small shockwave erupting from the impact of blade and fist. At first, the clash of strength seemed to be even, but gradually Skherazz began to gain the advantage. "Amateurs like you need to be put in their place, dragon." The demon's oily voice bellowed downward as Astrum was being gradually pushed toward the earth, his relatively thin arm not quite able to compete with the strong, defined muscle that the demon brought to bear. "I've got you covered." Responding quickly, Zane fished both his copies of Dragon Treasure from his cardpool. "Let's even things up, shall we?!" With a flourish, he put both cards into play, the glyph depicted in the card art appearing within Astrum's purple shoulder orbs. Instantly, the dragon felt strength surge within him, and with this newfound power Astrum was able to force Skherazz upward as he brought his left claw into play, striking the demon in the chest with incredible force and sending him hurtling away. The dragon grinned menacingly as he muttered a small taunt. "Amateurs huh?" "This is far from over." said Heinz, who was surprisingly calm. As Skherazz regained his balance, Heinz nonchalantly activated his first card, resulting in a new demon appearing in holographic form, although it wasn't there for long as its card and Skherazz's own were removed from the disk to be replaced by a third. "SUMMON TRANSFORM! GRAPHA DRAGON OF DARKWORLD!" Skherazz's from began to slowly warp, taking on more draconic features and a darker color. Soon, the beast was complete, and Skherazz let out his own roar, challenging Astrum to another, decisive clash. "Lets end this Zane." Astrum landed, clenching his right claw into a tight fist and extending his arm. "Way ahead of you bro." Zane responded as he too maneuvered cards around on his disk. After he finished, a bright, purple glow surrounded Astrum's arm, growing brighter until it seemingly solidified into the shape of a clawed gauntlet: Armory arm, Astrum's weapon of choice, had now been brought into play, and the two let out a battle cry in unison. "One punch is all we need!" The two dragons stared each other down, each waiting for the other to make a move. Ultimately, it was Skherazz who charged first, firing his shadowy breath weapon as he lunged at his opponent.Astrum let out a "Hmph." as he too charged, his gauntlet-clad fist glowing with energy. As Skherazz's blast came screaming toward him, Astrum's wings began to glow a brilliant gold, and with a flap, the dragon triggered his Exile ability, sending a massive cloud of golden chaff out in front of himself, nullifying the shadow blast and allowing Astrum to close in and connect with his fist, which exploded with energy upon contact with Skherazz's face, sending out a massive shockwave and launching the demonic dragon clear out of the ring and onto the green, his form dissipating and returning to its original state as Astrum's Armory arm opened up its armor plates and vented steam. The crowd roared and cheered as the referee yelled in his mic "ASTOUNDING! ASTRUM ARGENTUM AND ZANE GWIAZDA HAVE CLAIMED VICTORY IN JUST OVER THREE MINUTES! THAT'S ONE OF THE FASTEST VICTORIES ON RECORD!" With that, Zane and Astrum began to make their way out of the ring toward the gate that they had entered from just a few minutes before. Once they were through the entrance they entered a long, snaking concrete tunnel that would lead them back to a large waiting area in which roughly half the competitors and their exiles were seated, waiting to be called for their bouts. Astrum, who evidently was still rather excited, was the first to speak. "And we'll just keep knockin' em down!" Zane shook his head. "They won't all be that easy you know. Those two were pushovers." "Way to rain on the parade, as usual." "I'm being realistic. You can't expect every opponent to play into your fighting style like they did." "Ra almighty do you even know how to enjoy the moment? We just curbstomped our opening round opponents and the crowd loves us! Can't you have a little fun?" "I had my fun already. Now its time to focus on the next round." "You need to learn to relax and enjoy yourself a little Zane. Its not like we're on a job or anything." Zane sighed a little, putting his hands behind his head. "Yeah, i guess you're right. I don't know, I just don't want to get our asses kicked. I'm a good duelist and you're strong, but so is everyone else here. We could easily lose any one of these fights." "So? We've already done more than enough advertising of ourselves. If people have work for us, then they'll find us. At this point I don't care what happens as long as i get to punch out more exiles." Astrum let out a series of hisses and growls that when put together sounded roughly equivalent to a human laugh, and after a moment Zane joined in a bit as well. The two bumped fists as they made their way back to the waiting area. --- "Report." "Sir, we've managed to apprehend roughly thirty suspects so far, but our sources indicate that the enemy presence is much higher than we anticipated. May I suggest postponing today's festivities until we get this under control? The situation is rather unstable as it is." "There will be no need for that, Hunter Urnamara. I trust that you and your taskforce are more than capable of handling this yourselves. Now return to your duties." "Yes sir." With that, Miloj Urnamara left the operations center, ducking a little so that the headpiece of his mage robes could fit through the doorway as he left. He waited until the door was closed before putting on a much more sour than usual expression. The new hunter chairman was an idiot, to put it bluntly, and the man was easily the biggest source of the problems currently plaguing CONSNT's monster hunter force. He quite obviously favored saving face and continuing with the tournament, which quite frankly was much too tempting a target for Diabolos to ignore, rather than postponing it in order to make sure the populace was protected. A bureaucrat had no place running a military force, this was obvious, though this latest decision had even the normally stoic Miloj enraged. His selfishness was one thing, and operations could still be conducted satisfactorily by relying on the rest of the Hunters senior staff, but now the chairman was directly jeopardizing the lives of all those in the city by inviting an obvious offensive. Still, there was much work to be done, and Miloj decided it would be best if he focused on the task at hand. With a flick of his wrist and a purple glimmer of dark magic, he summoned a handheld radio to his hand from a nearby supply closet and set it to his team's operational channel. "All counterinsurgency taskforce members, this is commander Urnamara. I want a sitrep and all of your locations, pronto." As soon as the dark paladin excited Hunter HQ, he took off, using his powers of levitation to fly at high speed back across town toward the stadium, keeping his eyes open for any out of place activities as he listened in to his team report in. As soon as he entered the airspace above the stadium, he descended, landing on the roof of one of the press booths above the top row of stands, giving himself an excellent panoramic view from which to observe. --- Arthur Mendacem grimaced as he walked amongst the crowds in the stadium. Evidence of consumerism, as well as the control and the pacification of the masses was everywhere. Advertisements, police, monster hunters, all made to serve a corrupt system designed to siphon off any and all things of value to those in power while keeping the masses firmly underfoot. It was disgusting. Luckily for them, he was here to correct that. Yes, today was the day they would all be set free. Some would have to pay in blood the price of their peers' freedom, and he himself would have to become evil itself in order to collect, but all of this was a price Arthur was more than willing to pay. It was finally happening. He saw blue and yellow appear in his peripheral vision and turned around to see his partner for the operation smiling dementedly down at him. "When does the fun start? I'm getting bored just standing around here." "Just enjoy the festivities for now. I haven't been told that everyone's taken their seats yet. When the whole family gets here, then we can play the game, alright?" "They better hurry up, or I might just start early." Arthur brandished a card in his hand as he replied. "Do that, and I rip this, and by extension, you, in half, Cestus. The game is too important for you to start playing early, understand?" Then, Arthur noticed some red on Cestus's hands, his face turning from a scowl into a look of simmering rage. "Wash your hands, and if you step out of line again, you burn. Got it?" "Hmph. Fine. They'd better hurry up." Cestus replied, rather nonchalantly as he made his way toward the nearest restroom to wash the blood off of his hands. Arthur didn't respond, instead making his way away from Cestus as quickly as possible, lest he be recognized speaking with an exile who by his very nature drew attention to himself. "Soon, it's going to begin...." --- The waiting area was connected to the tunnel by way of a large service elevator, quite obviously installed here specifically so that larger exiles could travel within easily. Taking the elevator upward, Zane and Astrum arrived in a spacious room roughly fifty feet square located about half way up the rows or seats on the southern end of the stadium. There were a few large plasma screens on the wall, showcasing different angles of the ring, and in addition there were extremely large windows facing toward the green from which the competitors could observe the matches with their eyes. The room was filled with couches and benches of varying shapes and sizes, and there were pairs of vending machines in each corner serving snacks and beverages. As well, its very high cieling was easily capable of accommodating even the largest of exiles within. Across the stadium, an identical room seating the other half of the competitors could be observed, and fans sitting a few seats away from the room could look inside and wave at the duelists and exiles, some of which waved back. Neither dragon or duelist spoke as they walked in, trying not to draw too much attention to themselves, though Zane did remove Armory Arm from his duel disk, which produced an audible noise as the gauntlet disassembled and dissapeared. The pair made their way to an unoccupied semicircular couch near the front of the room and sat down, Astrum itching his right claw and Zane leafing through his cards to find a replacement negate attack for the one he'd cast earlier. After finding it, Zane made his way over to a vending machine, intent on getting himself a drink. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lord JZ of the Enigma Posted June 10, 2014 Report Share Posted June 10, 2014 The crowd was booming, a wonderful sky beaming it's light down on the city as the festivities had begun, in the crowds, men women and children looking to forget their daily lives from the torn world they lived in. It was all understandable, who wouldn't want to forget, a world which many alive now remember only as a memory, and those born into it know not what that world was once like, or whether or not it's just a fantasy that was created to quell the souls of the young masses. In the end however, for some, even if only one person, it all just didn't matter. There was no going back, and there was no experiencing this world as it once was. The world of now was the present and that was all he had to deal with. standing with his arms crossed in a corner he stood, letting the atmosphere drown out from his ears, cheering and applauding, it was nothing more then white noise as he tried to think calmly to himself. However, it seemed that there was always something that reminded him of his current situation, and the feeling of movement in the room he was in was too much to ignore, especially on a day such as this. Next to him, simply holding his heavy head down was a large Dragon, easily over 20 feet tall and enjoying the fact that there was a room he didn't have to crouch in. The red eyes of the Dragon opened every so often, glancing at the competition while refraining from attracting attention, a very difficult task for someone who is royalty in his world, but it is what was requested by his partner for now, this was a moment to reflect, not to boast. It became more difficult when he heard a roar on the field, one that could only be produced by a Dragon, a sound that sent chills down his spine in excitement, it was an opportunity for him to show his power of his species that riled him up, but he soon quelled his appetite as he fet one of the Dragon aura's subside. A few minutes passed before the winners entered the room, they were greeted by the glares of many, but these two paid them no mind. "What do you think of those two?" the large dragon asked his partner as he stared at the smaller Dragon. "The wings are an eyesore, but it seems to be useful..." He mentioned as his head lowered towards his partners height, The young man opened his eyes as he gave the Dragon a stare back with his equally crimson eyes, looking at the two victors before lowering his head once more. "It doesn't matter, I didn't want to be in this accursed tournament anyway, but if you insist....." He looked at them once more, then scouted the other participants "There are bigger threats to you then another Dragon, don't let your judgement be clouded" he said returning to his position, thinking to himself. "You have quite a way of demoralizing my attempts at fun....." the Black Dragon scowled as he waited impatiently for his own turn to battle, as his partner had become more important in the hierarchy of the organization they had been sent on less missions as of late, and that was starting to make the Dragon King anxious to feel his claws shred the skin of an opponent. The young man stood straight as he walked towards the large window to view the stadium, he didn't like this day, it all seemed meaningless, and even more so when he knows he could be doing far more important things. "Just keep an eye out Noxus, we may be on leave at the moment, but an event this big is bound to draw unwanted attention, the fools in the CONSNT higher ups try to give the people a show to make them forget the wasteland they live in, but they only blind them to what really goes on.....so at the very least we can't just fall into this tournament like a bunch of idiots....someone has to keep their eyes open in the Dark even on a day as bright as this...." "You know, a simple "shut the hell up Noxus, I'm busy thinking" would have sufficed, you didn't need write a novel for me....." "Shut the hell up Noxus, I'm busy thinking" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mugendramon Posted June 11, 2014 Report Share Posted June 11, 2014 The tournament would proceed as normal for a while, the event organizing committee had told Julius. When he was told, a few hours after first light, the old man issued no complaints and only shifted slightly to look out his office window, down toward the stadium. It was a beautiful morning, the sun rose sheepishly over the horizon. The same sad horizon, Jules admitted, he had been seeing for so long now. It was just a wasteland. It was ruthless and inert. It was where all of this world's danger lied. People and monsters alike would be born to the waste, grow in the waste; only to finally crawl out of the waste and make the city just a wee bit worse with their presence. Like he had, Jules finally smirked. And now this King of the Abyss or whatever. Sources had spoken of a Rogue preparing an assault on a mainland city. There was no clear evidence pointing toward Gaea being the target, but being ready for an assault was in Jules's job description and he was not about to feel like a helpless moron now. Perhaps allowing the tournament to take place had been a mistake after all. This is what Julius's mind toyed with until he stood up to look down at Hydra stadium. A duel had just taken place and a Stardust Dragon still hovered on the stadium. He noticed shifting here and there, an exile shaking a stand and quickly getting warned by a member of security... nothing out of the ordinary for an event like this. A little smile crept across Jules's face. The day might just be peaceful. No, of course it won't be, came the inevitable thought. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Super Chaos Sonic Posted June 11, 2014 Report Share Posted June 11, 2014 "ASTOUNDING! ASTRUM ARGENTUM AND ZANE GWIAZDA HAVE CLAIMED VICTORY IN JUST OVER THREE MINUTES! THAT'S ONE OF THE FASTEST VICTORIES ON RECORD!" "Impressive. Now that is a display of immense teamwork." Dian said he crossed his arms, watching the Stardust Dragon and his Duelist leaving the arena. "Wouldn't you agree Haruto?" The Masked HERO Exile looked to his left to see his Duelist...or better yet, lack of one as he was sitting on the bench, his legs shaking as he was rubbing his hands together in a nervous fashion. "Jeez...those two were on another level than guys we've fought before. W-What if we go up against him...?" he said, still shaking a bit. Haruto Kurenai, at this moment, was definitely intimidated by that Duelist. He kept freaking out a bit...until he was smacked upside the head. "OW!! Dian, what the heck?!" "You need to snap out of it, Haruto. A hero may be a bit on edge at a challenge...especially one like that, but the do their best not to lose their cool!" Dian said strictly, as he sighed, placing his hand on the young man's shoulder. "We didn't get here this far just for you to freak out. Just know...as long as I'm beside you...everything will be fine." Haruto looked at the Exile and smiled faintly before nodding. "R-Right....thanks Dian." he said as he looked through his card pool and pulled out his card, as he looked at it, plus Form Change and Goka. "And a hero...is always prepared. Hopefully this combo will work as well as it did when we tested it back home." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Warden Posted June 13, 2014 Report Share Posted June 13, 2014 ~~Love is blind; so let us kiss in the dark~~ What a lovely day. Such a lovely lovely day, for mayhem. Bellatrix and Yubel had hidden themselves in the highest seat in the stadium, right at the back ring. To not draw attention to herself, Bellatrix had disguised her original attire with some thick white fabric to hand around her skirt, and a very indistinct white silk shirt to cover her armour. "What a lovely melee" Bellatrix remarked casually, her face hidden behind a Diabolos wing fan. There were no other viewers with them, as most onlookers were much closer to the action. Yubel yawned loudly, her eyes drooped in feigned boredom. "Sure, very engaging. It's so exciting to see such a one-sided battle take place" she remarked sarcastically. Bellatrix snapped her fan sharply, using it to point at the airship floating near the arena. "I thought you liked it one-sided Yubel? Or do you actually think those CONSNT fools are actually worth the effort?" she replied coyly. Yubel snorted, not even giving CONSNT the benefit of even being looked at. "Hardly. Their numbers dwindle as the forces of the great Diabolos swell. I merely refer to this lack of entertainment. And Grapha, really? That loser is but a mere shadow to Diabolos' greatness. It is simply no entertainment in seeing such a pale copy be bested." Bellatrix snapped open her fan so that she could lightly fan herself against the hot breeze. "Indeed my dear friend. Grapha and that, what was it? That Astral Stardust Dragon thing could not even match Diabolos' might. They are but mere failures in his presence." "So that pathetic wretch can have their hollow victory. They will all lose in the end when Diabolos takes this world; as is his sovereign rite." "His sovereign rite." -------------------------------------------------------- ~~Life is like a carnival; so go on and have a ride~~ "My, what a fun game" Geppetto muttered happily. He had absolutely no idea what was happening right now, but obviously it seemed quite fun, as Son was clapping quite enthusiastically. Following Son's lead, Geppetto applauded as well. The CONSNT Monster Hunter was sitting near the middle in a CONSNT controlled part of the seating, as his back couldn't stand long periods of standing. He had been giving a wide berth of seating, though that was probably due to the unnerving nature of Son, who stared off everyone who tried to sit next to Geppetto. "All counterinsurgency taskforce members, this is commander Urnamara. I want a sitrep and all of your locations, pronto." Ah, the man in the voice box was speaking to him again, and by jove what a surprise, it sounded just like his favourite nephew Joey. Tapping the set like he had been shown, the comm link was activated. "Hello mister voicebox man. I'm quite well... how are you?" he inquired. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lunar Origins Posted June 13, 2014 Report Share Posted June 13, 2014 Morrigan watched the tournament with a feeling of inexplicable dread; not he usual, nagging sense of dread she had from living in the city, however. No, this dread was from being around so many of these combat duelists, many of which had been dubbed lawbreakers, wanted by CONSNT for minor crimes throughout the wastelands. No matter, of course, in this case; it was a celebration, a time to duel, and certainly not a place for fighting between the authorities et al. She feigned interest in the current battle; she'd seen things like this before. Two cocky fighters, both quite skilled, riled up and ready to fight. In all honesty she had been rooting for Heinz the entire time, and was sad to see him exiled from the tournament after the first battle. He was kind, really, and a joy to be with off of the battlefield. "I'll have to see what he's up to, tonight," she thought, a look of interest flickering across her face. Today felt honestly very lazy, even with the threat of an invasion by Diabolos looming over Hydra Stadium. Of course, today of all days would be a foolish attempt at invasion, she thought; everyone here, including her, had an exile, and all would be more than happy to stomp the living daylights out of his force. She fiddled with her inert medallion and returned to consciousness, eyeing the next duelists as they took their post before the battle. "Let's hope this one drags on a little longer," she said, sarcastically. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Delibirb Posted June 14, 2014 Report Share Posted June 14, 2014 The people around Janai, craning to get a better look at the monitor, looked completely and utterly... amusing. Janai Kroses was simply observing the tournament which he would soon be participating in himself, standing a fair distance from a public television screen broadcasting the current duel. Almost as if he were lurking in the shadows, though to anyone else, he would likely just seem like some bad-boy leaning against the wall. His true intentions were hidden even more cleverly than his Combat Disk, as was the fact he would be participating in the tournament. "Janai. Do you know when our match is?" his hulking Exile inquired. Devoured was actually quite a large creature, but being a spellcaster and master of darkness, his illusions kept him well hidden in the shadows so as not to arouse suspicion of the duo's sinister motives. "Not a clue." Janai said, smiling. He enjoyed not knowing when things would happen, it added to the chaos and feigned madness when they did happen. Perhaps then, we should get a move on to somewhere closer to the Arena? It would be best not to give the impression of cowardice to our mutual master." the Relinquished said, partially annoyed by Janai's obnoxious yet not uncommon lack of care. At least, thats how it came off the Devoured, though he suspected it was merely another artifice of Janai's many guises. "Wont it be much more fun to appear from nowhere just as they are about to announce our defaulted loss by forfeiture, then crush the insignificant little child who has been paired against us as we reveal whom our 'mutual master' is?" Janai spoke, at first almost boyishly, then shifting his tone to one much more wicked. This was the Janai which Devoured wished he could see more of, though not so much the behavior. So Devoured hid quitely in his illusions, as Janai watched Astrum Argentum claim victory over his unfortunate opponent, smirking with blood lust and eager to stand over his prey in much the same fashion. Indeed, Diabolos would certainly be pleased when his agent of madness triumphantly stands over this falling world, beside him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kari-chan Posted June 14, 2014 Report Share Posted June 14, 2014 Raena lay still her back on the ground she mouthed something inaudible before she rolled her eyes over to the standing Seth. Seth Varitas had been swapping skills and sparing with Raena for the better part of a year. Seth had reason to train with her to gain new skills, while Raena had the same gal it is what her father sent her to CONSNT to do. As Raena looked at him while he stood with a confident look. No it was much much more than confidence. "Why? That move requires anticipation and fear from the opponent. Yet, you had neither..." she said gasping the lead up battle was quite exhausting on her. Seth then replied with words that had stuck with her for the remainder of the day. "Because I did not fear your attack. If your attack was going to hit nothing was going to change, there is no need to 'fear'." (I have permission from JZ) ~~~~~~~ The Roar of the crowd awoke Raena from her lucid half daydream. Raena had been assigned to guard the area's connecting tunnels where the facilities were held and with the match just finishing there were many others trying to use the facilities and concession stands. Normally seeing things was hard for most in the crowded area and, despite her aggravation she was put here instead of on the upper levels where all the action was, Raena knew very well few had the vision skills she did as her helmet did nothing to obscure her vision.. Immediately Raena reacted to a slight scuffle over bumping in to each other. Raena's lithe and petit figure masked behind her armor giving her a much more demanding figure. Raena placing her hands on the two mens shoulders. "Now now I hope you two can play nice like adults. Or I'll have to throw you both out then where would you be?" The distorted voice said and the two men noticing the figure as CONSNT stopped their squabble. Raena seeing the two men calm down turned back to her post, out of the corner of her eye could see the color red on an Exile's hand. Raena turned to follow and interrogate it just when she got a message from Commander Urnamara, "Hazashi here, besides a minor scuffle there seems to be little activity. Sir.. Are you sure the higher ups are in the right... I feel too on edge... Wait. I see something suspicious I'm going to investigate. " Raena enters just in time to see the red fade down a sink, "Battlin Boxer..." Raena says pressing her hand to Cestus' arm, her other hand to the side holding a kunai not taking any chances with such a high level Exile. "Are you hurt? We have a medical tent if you need it." Raena still holding the kunai in her other hand tightly. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lord JZ of the Enigma Posted June 15, 2014 Report Share Posted June 15, 2014 The field had been cleaned as best as it could, there seemed to be glittering dust all over the floor and the commission didn't want it to interfere, concession stands busy selling snacks as music played in the background speakers. Thousands of citizens and visitors enjoying a day when their worries are only second to the excitement of watching the competition between the members of CONSNT who protected their city from dangerous Exiles. The announcement came on in which the next two hunters would come to blows, and as soon as his name was stated, Seth pushed himself off of the wall as Noxus walked into the shadows of the hanger for the larger exiles. Walking down to the field some of the non-contestant members of CONSNT would stay to the sides of the hall, wishing him luck but keeping their distance out of respect. He was quiet but he had a reputation for helping newer members of the organization and was actually well liked, he just didn't care about any of it. Once outside he covered his eyes from the sun as he looked over at the other side of the field, his opponent jumped on to the field, a massive man with a well built muscled physique, raising his arms in the air as he riled up the crowd, pointing his index fingers in the air to symbolize that he was number one. "Target, Elroy Dunham, A.K.A Savage, age 34, occupation semi-professional wrestler and unauthorized monster hunter along with..." Seth stopped his profiling to view the entrance of his Exile, a large blue six armed warrior flexing four of his arms in various poses while two were crossed menacingly across his barreled chest. "Registered Bound Exile 0892 Maximum Six named Heracles...strength far surpasses noxus on physical terms and maneuverability is better with a height of only 9 feet, 3 inches....did you get that noxus?" he spoke to himself as growling was heard in the hangar, the crowd silencing itself as it become a loud and dominating roar, as the gate opened Noxus stepped out slowly, every step heavy as the front row felt the floor shake beneath them, Once Noxus looked onto the field he let out a grand roar, filling the stage with roaring applause "You're enjoying yourself too much out here" Seth said quietly, knowing Noxus would sense his annoyance. "Oooooooh Yeeeaaaah!" yelled Elroy as he and Heracles both flexed their muscles to regain the crowd "It's lookin' a lil mismatched here, I didn't think I'd be fightin a lil boy in this here tournament of Hunters" he said cockily, obviously trying to start some witty banter from Seth, but he remained silent. "Got ya scared already? should have known a quiet lil CONSNT hunter like you wasn't ready to get...Savage!" he boasted as heracles taunted Noxus with three arms beckoning him over and two hands pounding into each other to signal he would beat him down. "I'm not allowed to kill them right?" Noxus said, hoping the answer was no, but he waited patiently as Seth looked them over. "Offensive maneuver 3, go nuts, I think I'll enjoy some action too" Seth said quietly as his Combat disk began to whir, his eyes squinting as he looked at the wrestler menacingly, placing his hand just an inch away from his deck "Combatants ready?!" the referee yelled excitedly after they were announced to the audience "BEGIN!" "oooooooohhhhhh YEEEEEAAAAAH!" Savage yelled as he pulled a card and placed it on the field immediately "I'm casting Rush Recklessly to make my buddy feel that burn! show that big lizard how it feels to take the smackdown!" Heracles reacted quickly, feeling his arms gain strength immediately as his muscles seemed to become more defined, he charged at Noxus and Seth while Seth simply stared at his hand. "Noxus, keep him busy, oh, and don't let him grab your wings, he'll rip them right off" Seth warned as Noxus bellowed, almost as if laughing and flapped his wings to take to the air "In the meanwhile, I'll just keep setting up." Seth said quietly as he began walking over towards Savage while he concentrated on the monsters. Savage looked on excitedly as he saw the dragon begin to fly. "Get im Heracles, grab him by the leg!" he commanded as Heracles jumped above the slow walking Seth, holding onto his legs as he dragged him back down to the field. "Good! put him in a leg lock! I'll support ya buddy!" he yelled as he was about to place a card on the field when all of a sudden he felt a heavy blow in the pit of his stomach, looking to see that a fist had firmly placed itself against his abs "You don't pay much attention do you?" Seth chided as he pulled his hand back, watching his opponent stagger back only a bit, he was still a strong man and one blow wasn't going to cut it "I cast Dodger Dragon, Noxus, hold back his arms one by one..." He said coldly as Noxus roared, the gems on his wings glowing as a green serpent-like lung flew out and bit down on one of the Maximum sixs arms, holding it back as it tried to pull it off with one of it's other arms, making it loosen it's grip, with that Noxus growled and kicked off one of the grasps ensnaring him, planting his large clawed foot on his opponent's face and making him fall a short but painful distance to the ground. "Heracles! I've got you! I cast the assault armor!" the wrestler had looked down in time and saw Seth attempting to punch him again, stepping back as he grabbed his fist "don't get so cocky kid, one sucker punch doesn't win a battle!" he yelled as Heracles began to glow with a powerful orange aura of strength, one flex of his muscle and the dodger dragon was knocked off his bicep. "And now you!" Savage screamed as he cocked his fist to sock Seth, who remained still. Heracles had jumped up once more, reaching for Noxus' long tail instead, his massive strength dragged the large Dragon down as he caused him to crash into the ground with a heavy thud, two of his other arms also began pulling him along, bringing his torso closer as he picked up the huge dragon like a giant stuffed animal, he bounced up a few times to gain momentum before jumping up and arching himself to drive Noxus into the ground headfirst. "Now..." Seth spun into Savage's wide stance, his elbow striking the same spot taht he had punched before to cause the man to stagger back, his hand quickly placing three cards down "Blizzard Dragon, Flamvell Grunika, Hardened Armed Dragon, Obey and hold him down" Noxus yelled as the 3 Dragons held back three arms and allowed Noxus to spread his wings, escaping Heracles grasp as he flew out and opened his jaw, inhaling deeply as the Dodger Dragon previously launched off grabbed another of the maximum sixs' arms and spread it open. At that moment Seth grabbed onto his hunched over opponent's head and struck his knee against his nose, throwing him back onto the floor as he stepped on the larger mans chest "Play a card, go ahead...." he demanded as he lifted a card from his deck, it began burning as the Flamvell Grunika kicked Heracles chest "Stamping Destruction, it destroys your assault armor and causes considerable damage to Heracles, but not as much as this" Seth kicked his opponent to look to the side as Noxus had pinned his opponent down, his open jaw having charged energy for a while as a red ball loomed over Heracles "Fire on him Noxus" he commanded. "ENIGMA DRAGON CANNON!" Noxus roared as the ball burst into a beam of dark energy pushing down on Heracles, the kinetic force alone causing the arena to crack underneath them, Heracles reached with his two remaining arms to block the attack desperately as Seth whistled to him, showing how he had his partner under his boot, and under that boot his partner could barely breathe as his throat was being stepped on, the monster backing down as he endured the attack, feeling itself slip in and out of consciousness. "Concede and you won't suffer anymore, continue and well, you did sign a liability waiver..." Seth threatened as his hand ran over his combat disk's serrated edge, the older man immediately crying out in surrender. "Good" he stated as he kicked him across the face knocking him out while Noxus ended his attack, the monster underneath him burned heavily from the blast. "Not bad for a low power Enigma Dragon Cannon Noxus" Seth remarked. "That was well over the 3 minute mark.....how could you let that happen?!" Noxus huffed angrily, his minions returning to the gems on his wings as he walked away. "That damn white Dragon finished his opponent much quicker, it's embarrassing!" "It would have been no fun if we had taken them out immediately, besides, this is "entertainment" even if it's useless, we are under orders from that idiot commander to keep the public preoccupied" Seth mentioned as he walked off the stage and walked back to the contestant area, hearing the sirens of the medical team going the other way. "They chose the wrong man to try to entertain people...." The walk back was even more silent, he looked over at some of the other CONSNT members he was familiar with, Gepetto, Morrigan, to name a few, and simply sat down at an empty table. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mugendramon Posted June 15, 2014 Report Share Posted June 15, 2014 Lucius scurried along the office floor before landing on the desk with a leap. Jules was a little startled by the swinging fire, but was otherwise delighted to see his old friend. He often wondered why the little fox had never grown any bigger, the monster had always been the sneaky little pup he saw wandering the committee's HQ. The fox motioned to sit down, but a single ear stood erect and a moment later he had climbed down from the desk and sat expectantly before the window down below onto the stadium. Raising his eyebrows, Jules followed suit. These events normally didn't interest old Lucius; and yet here he was, growling playfully as... what was his name? Sage? Sith? Oh, Seth, walked into one of the playfields with old Noxus behind him. Nasty couple, those two. Under the badge of CONSNT–Jules snickered at his own analogy, the organization could not afford badges and probably did not even want them–they were hardly more than bullies, perhaps even outlaws. They did their job, and for that reason they enjoyed relative freedom in their method; not much of a role model, however, and Jules was certain his example was followed by many. The match started and finished with little to no thrill. Even Lucius looked disappointed. Their opponent was a poser, no doubt. Jules had always thought Exile combat was never anything but pure adrenaline, but that was back in the day. Things like this happened all the time. Crubstomping, they called it. Julius looked away and walked out of the office, the sliding doors hissing unpleasantly. Lucius followed suit, circling around the old man playfully. He was growing impatient. The two of them walked through a large hallway and stopped at the headquarters lobby. They were greeted by the chuckle of the fireplace. A literal chuckle. "Decided to warm up to me today, Jules~?" "Sharp as always, Cipher. But I'm here on business." "Aw, but you always come to me for business. Does it ever occur to visit for pleasure?" "But my business is usually your pleasure." "True enough," Cipher said with a sinister chuckle and a wide, sharp grin drawn through the fire. "so, tell me, to what do I owe the pleasure of doing business with you?" "I just want a status report, old friend. What can the fire show me?" "The fire is offended that you refer to it as the fire. There's not much to report." It made sense that Cipher's interest was not piqued. His ability to split into as many separate pyres as possible made him a very efficient spy, if not a very subtle one. Several of Cipher's flames burned across the city: ceremonial torches lighting the stadium, burning barrels in alleyways, even the few family homes with chimneys hosted a part of Cipher more often than not. And he saw it all. He just said nothing. But this time a crisp escaped him, along with an elongated "Ooh". "There seems to be this one fellow. Has a thing for violence, methinks. A Battlin' Boxer, sitting at the stadium and lying still for the time being. I saw him beating up some folks to a pulp not too long ago. I can't say I wouldn't have done the same thing had I been in his place-" "-And had you had harms," "A fire can dream, Jules. It's not just him, either. His partner looks a lot sharper. Calm, but looking out for something. You don't take orders from chemical reactions, but how about letting someone know? Not everyone comes to talk to the fire, as you might imagine." A smile crossed Julius's face as Cipher's red light danced all over him. "Thank you Cipher, as always, you're a great help." "Not precisely the kind of business I do for fun, though. When oh when will you have a real job, better suited for my, talents?" "Next time I need a few innocents crisped I'll give you a ring, how about it?" "Rare, Medium, or well done?" Julius smiled at the fire one more time. Such a tough exterior for something without mass. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BANZAI!!!! Posted June 21, 2014 Author Report Share Posted June 21, 2014 (OOC: Notepad took out all of my speech coloring, so i'll be editing that in after i do some other more important things) It only took a few minutes for Arthur to make his way around the entire circumference of the stadium, and in that time he made a mental note of his allies presence and their positions. Bellatrix and Yubel in one of the highest levels, making use of the vantage point it provided, Janai and Devoured down lower, in clear view of a jumbo-tron, as well as a few others placed in key locations around the stadium. He stood still for a moment and turned his attention to an ongoing match just in time for him to see a massive black dragon blast its opponent. Arthur recognized the exile as Noxus Eranigma, one of the few CONSNT exiles to have fought him and survived their encounter, in part thanks to the skill of his partner: Seth Veritas. It was clear that the match was over, and Arthur turned away and continued walking even before the referee called it, choosing instead to go over the operation plan in his head one more time. Their plan was fairly simple: Now that Arthur had confirmed that everyone was in position, the next step was for himself and Cestus to make as much of a commotion as possible by entering the field and announcing their presence to the entire city. Once this was done, the entire force would spring into action, causing as many casualties as possible in order to cast Wall of Revealing Light (each combat duelist in the force had been given a copy of the card) using the civilian life force as fuel. When enough walls were cast, they would coalesce into an impenetrable barrier, cutting the city off from the outside world and allowing the insurgents to take advantage of the confusion to take over the city. Arthur himself also was tasked with a secondary objective involving the recovery of certain cards, though that could be accomplished later. As he made his way back to the section of the stands where he had met Cestus a few minutes ago, he observed his partner being harassed by someone wearing rather flamboyant pink armor. For the moment, he kept his distance, though he made a gesture with his head that let Cestus know if his presence. --- "Hello mister voicebox man. I'm quite well... how are you?" was the first response Miloj received after he had landed. Miloj frowned, he disliked having to play along in order to get the senile old man to comply with orders, and to be honest he felt sorry for the man, though the nature of his exile made the following exchange, however annoying it was, necessary. "I'm very well, Mr. Geppetto. How is your son doing?" Miloj paused for a moment, waiting for the old man to respond, though not really caring how the puppet in his care was actually faring as he was certain that Son was quite ok and at the very least more lucid than his caretaker. After a few moments, Miloj continued. "Now, Mr. Geppetto, don't forget that I need you to keep a look out for the bad men today, alright? We wouldn't want them to spoil all of the day's fun, would we?" Before he could get another response from the old man, however, another voice came in over his unit's channel. "Hazashi here, besides a minor scuffle there seems to be little activity. Sir.. Are you sure the higher ups are in the right... I feel too on edge... Wait. I see something suspicious I'm going to investigate. " "Roger that, Hazashi. Keep me posted." --- "I have no idea why, but I could really go for a snack stick right now." "Good to know, Zane." Astrum responded sarcastically as the two observed the end of Seth's match on one of the waiting area's screens. "What? you're not hungry?" "Not particularly, no." "Oh." There was an awkward silence as both dragon and duelist stared blankly at each other, neither knowing what to continue the conversation with. --- "Battlin Boxer...Are you hurt? We have a medical tent if you need it." Cestus looked down at the armored individual addressing him, retracting his mouth guard to reveal a wide, demented smile. He could see Arthur signaling him out of the corner of his eye, and decided it was best if he put his fun off for later... just this once. Though, that armor would have looked so lovely with splotches of red.... "Why, no officer." He said, still grinning dementedly. "I just got my hands messy in some ketchup." He turned toward Arthur, making a big show of licking up the "ketchup" off his hands. "We're going to head back to our seats now." Though he was attempting to speak in a normal tone, Cestus was not a good liar, and his speech sounded stilted and unnatural throughout the whole exchange. When the pair were out of earshot, Arthur spoke. "Everything is ready, Cestus. Follow my lead, got it?" "Finally! Where to, Arthur?" Arthur didn't respond as he increased his pace, rapidly descending down the rows toward the railing that separated the front seats from the green. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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