Zucceta
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Post by Zucceta on Jan 20, 2014 14:18:09 GMT
Post your entrances to the tournament below, before you move to your fights! The morning sun rose to a light fog on the 20th of January, and the day had arrived, the date the 9th Centurial Conference for Galactic Peace was set to begin, along with the accompanying tournament.
Already the crowds were massive, spectators from all across the world having flown in to witness history, looking to seek the ambassadors from other planets, and to see their best fighters as well as the best that Earth had to offer.
Eight arenas had been constructed, one for each of the first round fights. Only the top sixteen entrants with the highest power rating had been selected, which fortunately included the leaders of each of the factions. Unlike normal Tenka'ichi Budokai's, there was no preliminary round, essentially starting at the 'quarter-finals'.
The political part of the conference would come after the tournament, the day after the reward of 7500z had been given to the winner!
Akio Callahan smiled as the sun broke through the fog, illuminating the grounds. He could sense a wealth of history to this place, and knew he would encounter many great fighters here. And... maybe he could find out more about the saiyan hierarchy, and his relation to it. His mother had offhandedly said he could be a great king on her death-bed... had that MEANT something?
The billboard said his opponent was a man named Pinattsu. Peanut, eh? Akio smiles. He'd gotten off lucky with the name his mother had given him, though he wasn't quite sure about the other one he had.
The Crane makes his way to his arena!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2014 0:25:31 GMT
After his training, Oguma walked past a group of monks at the Budokai tournament grounds and headed up to the bill board. As he approached it, he could see a familiar face in the distance already looking into the contents of the first fight and clenched his fist in anger. "So," he muttered to himself, "the trickster human has joined this fight."
He pushed his way through the crowd and got up into view of the bill board, grateful to know upon reading it that he would not be facing Akio. Instead, his opponent was a guy named Akkuman. He thought of who this person or being could be and then slapped himself in the face because he realized the name belonged to a demon he did not like. Akkuman was Spike the Devil, an old geezer without really any great ability of sorts, or so he had heard, but the last time he had fought anyone apparently was some time ago. Oguma did not want to fight the purple horned winged demon simply because it just did not seem right to him to beat up an elder.
He put his hands on his hips and bowed his head, "I suppose I can possibly stab him a few times and then kick him out of the ring." He shrugged and before he could take a step away from the bill board a note suddenly appeared before him and dropped into his hands.
Hello dear brother,
This is Dai. I am sorry we as in you, me, and Mei could not fight at the tourney, but Pei Pan and Choi Pan have plans for just the four of us at Jingle Village. When you are done at the tournament though please return to there since we have some important information to discuss with you, actually it may not turn out to be much of discussion, but you will see why after you return.
Love from your brother,
Dai
Oguma crumpled the letter and thought, "I will win the tournament and find out why they are avoiding me so much," before he stomped off to go face Akkuman.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2014 1:23:55 GMT
Azurai had spent the past 4 days waking up at the Budokai Tenkaichi grounds and preparing himself for the tournament that was ahead of him. Today the preparation would be put to use as it was the day that marked the beginning of the 9th Centurial Tournament. In all of his excitement Azurai was quick to remove himself from his bed, throw on some clothes and head down to the billboard containing the names of the fighters who were participating in the tournament. Before now this billboard had been covered up with the instructors advising fighters not to touch it, using threats like "you will be disqualified" or "we will ban you".
Azurai arrived at the billboard making his way through the various people surrounding the grounds. The amount of times Azurai had to mention a quick excuse me was too much for Azurai to even remember. Arriving at the billboard Azurai looked up in astonishment. The billboard was large, far too clean and had security guards surrounding it as if it was the holy grail. Reading the various names on the billboard Azurai was surprised to see many names he recognized and names that he once feared. Finding his own name Azurai read who he would be fighting with.
"Hmm... Mephistoph eh... Well whoever you are Mephistoph I hope that you fight well!"
Azurai exclaimed his last phrase to himself, and unknowingly to the world, apart from few strange looks which Azurai ignored he didn't seem to draw too much attention to himself. With a smile on his face Azurai headed towards the arena.
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Jan 21, 2014 8:44:46 GMT
The first thing Pieter had to do was take care of a hole he dug while training only a couple days before he could head to the Southern Continent. As he was working, he over heard the workers talking about heading to the Southern Continent for the tournament, which spurred him to ask about it some more. The workers asked what it was to him, to which he replied that he was intending on joining the tournament. He proceeded to give the real reason for why the hole was there as well that he was sealing back up was that he had been training for that very tournament. They proceeded to laugh, causing him to ask why they laughed at the thought.
"We're laughing because the tournament's doing sign ups today! Getting a flight at this time to the Southern Continent's like trying to dig out a mountain! So, unless you've got some capsule with a ship in it or you got a ticket for plane there, you're not getti-"
"WHAT," Pieter bellowed out in anger! He stood up, the hole having been filled with dirt once more in a speed that caused the workers jaws to drop. Pieter rushed over to his bags and looked like he was about to sprint away, when an officer keeping an eye on Pieter told him he wasn't done yet.
"The hole is filled! What more do you want?!"
The officer pulled out a pad, with a paper and pen on a strap. He told him to sign the dotted line before Pieter could be on his way. Pieter signed it, having learned to read and write from the books they got from trades when he was younger. After that, he told them he was done and blasted off into the sky, shouting, "No, no, no, no," all the way to the Southern continent!
30 minutes later
The people signing up for the tournament had been gathered in the ring area, as the schedule was being set for the tournament tomorrow. Fighters large, small, scaley, thin, fat, muscular and of all sorts of types were gathered there! As they were waiting, the sound of Pieter's voice came closer and closer as he sped in at a rapid speed!
"WAIT FOR ME," He bellowed out, as he landed heavily in front of the sign up table! His eyes had been red from remaining open for some time, as water dripped out. He wasn't crying, that much was certain! The people at the sign up table, as well as the other warriors, just stared at the crazed-looking saiyan.
"Am... I... Late?"
"Uh... No. We were just doing the line up... Na-Name?"
"Pieter Wolfbane."
"Ok... Pieter Wolfbane. Welcome to the Tournament! Feel free to relax while you wait for-"
"Gladly," Pieter interrupted, finally blinking as he breathed heavily!
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Jeska Ketsu
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Post by Jeska Ketsu on Jan 22, 2014 3:50:21 GMT
Jeska walked into the tournament grounds alone, having been given a small leave upon reaching the arenas. Zasho had his own match to get ready for, one she had every confidence he would win with ease. Making her way towards the board she scans it for her name…there it was and her opponent was a man known as Akio. The name was not familiar to her, never having traveled to Earth before this trip. Little did Jeska know that the very man she was set to face was already known to her in another way. During her first act under Prince Zasho’s command she had met with him in his father’s quarters. One had been mentioned by the dying King, but she had no way of knowing who some of the man’s last words were in reference to.
Rolling her tone shoulders she heads off towards the designated arena. The way the Saiyan saw it she would fight and defeat every foe she met until she was eventually matched up against His Grace. Once fighting him she knew her time in the tournament would be at an end. She didn’t plan to let him win, that would be disrespectful, but she had no true desire to beat him and knew he was the stronger of the two. Strolling past several other arena’s she saw a couple fighters preparing themselves, her calm brown eyes taking note of each of them in case she was to fight against them later in the tournament.
It was strange to be so far from home, on this strange planet with talks of peace in the air. Peace was a lie in her mind, what world was every truly at peace? The Saiyan race was one of war and battle, each individual striving to perfect his or her own self by gaining strength. This Akio was going to learn the strength of a Saiyan first hand; Jeska did not wish to disappoint her newly appointed King.
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Sorrel
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Post by Sorrel on Jan 22, 2014 20:11:38 GMT
It was hard to believe that he had actually arrived on a planet for a reason other than a mission, but Sorrel was far from complaining. To him, this meant more than increasing his strength. Not only would he test his might against the universe's strongest, but he would certainly find himself improving if pushed by the impressive individuals.
"Shivera, huh?" questioned the young Saiyan to himself as his eyes locked on to his name and the name of his opponent. He was not too familiar with foreign culture, so he had no clue what heritage his opponent's name may have hinted at but he felt no concern. Even if he had to go against one of those monstrous beings known to be able to transform several times, he would not back down. But oh, how he hoped he wouldn't have to face one of those. Talk about tedious!
Closing his eyes, Sorrel would inhale and exhale before finally heading towards the arena.
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Shivera Chelle
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Post by Shivera Chelle on Jan 22, 2014 21:53:52 GMT
Chelle was annoyed with the letter passed on to her. An invitation Chilz had received for a tournament here on the Earth. By now, the mothership known as the 'Monolith' had landed and she sat in the hovering chair looking out the window as her servant awaited instructions.
"I have no need for this damned 'tournament', its nothing but a waste of time. Such weaklings would be wiped out far too easily."
The servant crossed his arms. "Why is that? Think about it, my Lady. If you are to annihilate these creatures at their own game in front of all those people, who would dare stand before your power? This planet would then be yours!"
She went surprised. She sprang out of the chair and looked at the servant. "Your... actually right! My god, I can't believe I didn't think of that myself. I should give you a raise." She grinned, putting ll her fingers together as she chuckled to herself. Defeat the planets strongest warriors in battle in front of countless people and over live television! None would be able to deny her superiority.
"Ma'am..." The servant stated."You actually don't pay me at all. Or any of us..."
She sighed. "Well, once I own this rock, I'll start to. Probably." She told him. He shrugged and walked out as she began to plot. Nobody could stand against her, she was Overlord of Acrose! This would be easy!
With that, the Monolith fired up and blasted off towards the coordinates of the Arena in witch she would conquer the planet Earth!
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Post by President Bao on Jan 23, 2014 11:08:47 GMT
The anticipation of the tournament grounds was palpable, the early morning sun bathing the structures in a kind of serene beauty, the participants making their way to the large building sprawled out ahead and the crowds venturing around, giddy with excitement… The day was set, a great tournament would be had and despite the slap-dash organisation of Bao’s administration, things were looking good.
Bao took a deep breath, eyes closed “uh… sir?” A single eye peeked open to appraise his secretary’s commentary “yes, well, you’re already signed up to the roster, so there’s no need to-“ “No Time for talking, I have to sign up to the roster” He said matter-of-factly,
“..but sir, I was just saying that y-“
“Can’t be late, presidents are always punchable” (he clearly meant ‘punctual’)
“…” She gave in with a sigh.
And so he was off, swaggering along with all the upbeat skipping of a man ontop of the world; Bao was practically dancing his way towards the registration desk, only realising on closer inspection that it was, infact, the hotdog stand. That wouldn’t deter him however, he waves, reefing his arms into the air triumphantly with a deep-voiced “YEAH!”, to the delight of passers-by, hotdog clasped in hand as if it was totally his intention all along to make a detour to their stall, back-pedalling discretely towards the actual registration section. He spies a camera crew, and in a rather unsubtle attempt to solicit their attention loudly declares “Sign me up Boys, President Bao is back from his presidential pre-greetings!”
It works.
“So mr President, any statements for ZTV?” the reporter directs her microphone his way “why, yes” he says into the microphone, self-satisfied, pausing as he cleared his throat to refer to a palm card, which would usually be reserved for pre-set speechs. “Conclude presidential address and walk from podium” he recites, finger lofted matter-of-factly, an instruction that was clearly meant for him and quite likely from the earlier greeting of the interplanetary representatives he had just been attending.
Looking fully satisfied and without any further elaboration he had scuttled slightly sideways and paraded past and into the contestant-only area, oblivious of any expectation that he would amend his statement. They simply stared at his receding thighs.
“… we aren’t actually going to use that in the coverage are we?” asked the cameraman The slightly flabbergasted female reporter groaned/sighed, drooping like a wilted flower “a-.. I… guess not”
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Kashū
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Post by Kashū on Jan 27, 2014 16:53:19 GMT
Kashū couldn't help but to keep glancing skyward as he made his way toward the tournament grounds on foot. There were a number of individuals who had chosen to fly in, and he could not tell if they were all contestants, spectators, or a mixed crowd. Whatever their identities, he regarded them with some contempt. He had chosen not to devote any time to teaching himself to fly yet, but the more he witnessed how common that ability seemed to be on Earth, of all places, the more he began to question his judgment on the matter. He took consolation in the fact that his legs would be stronger for having carried him through the journey; Earth's Special Fairies would be lucky if their legs didn't start to atrophy.
He reached the tournament grounds in due course and headed straight for the roster, eager to see if this world's government had been courageous enough to accept the Red Lion's challenge. Sure enough, he was allowed the pleasure of quickly finding his own name on the list. His eyes quickly wandered to seek the name of his dear cousin, and when quickly he laid eyes upon it, his lips twisted upward into a terrible smirk.
Then, the Red Lion laughed.
"This is perfect," he muttered. "This is really too good!" he shouted. He turned and walked at a brisk pace toward the arena where he and the would-be King of Saiyans would meet each other in combat for the first time in roughly a decade. He had truly hoped that he would be matched against the whelp, but he'd never imagined it he would have the good fortune of facing him so soon. It seemed he had found favor with Fate on this occasion, and when all was said and done, he was sure that he would meet his destiny over the battered form of his weakling cousin.
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