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Post by King Kai on Nov 11, 2016 3:25:39 GMT
"Ladies and Gentlemen, it's time for the 56,223rd Annual Heaven and Hell Tournament!!!"
 A roar of cheers escaped the gathered audience as the Kais announced the start of this momentous occasion. Races of all shapes and sizes, ages and origins were in the stands, each one just as excited as the last. King Kai was the unlucky punk who was drew the short straw this year, meaning he would be the one making sure the contestants actually showed up, as well as commentating most of the matches. They usually left that job to the Ogre's, but they were understaffed at the moment due to so many of them taking vacation days on the same week. The Kai sat in the center of the arena, microphone in hand as he addressed the crowd once more. "The contestants have all been summoned, and soon, they'll be ready to rumble!" Another uproar of cheering came from the crowd. They were getting wilder by the minute, it seemed. King Kai hoped the contestants would arrive sooner rather than later. "Now, I'll be back in just a few moments to announce our contestants. While you wait, please enjoy some snacks and beverages provided by our gracious staff--for free of course!" As the crowd cheered again, King Kai hurried off the stage, heading towards one of the side entrances to the Arena. As he left, he could hear the Southern Kai beginning to sing a disrespectful song about him, with the other Kai's soon joining in. He gave them a sharp glare, before hurrying through the hallway. It would be here that the contestants would be dropped off, either by Ogre Magic or by Airplane. All King Kai had to do was wait for them to arrive and check their names off his list.
The Heaven and Hell Tournament has begun! I'll be giving every contestant one week to "check in" to the tournament by making a single post here. Once everyone on the list has signed in (or a week has passed), the tournament will officially kick-start. This thread will be used for keeping track of the matches, meaning once a match starts, a link will be placed here. Once a match is finished, the victor will be revealed in a hidden section of that post, alongside an updated image of the remaining roster. Constestants: Lord Xylo Zerori Sagi Shi Pieter Wolfbane Kazar Winters Articho Reville Plato NOTE: Once you post in this thread, your Power Level will be locked for the remainder of the Tournament! |
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Post by Plato on Nov 11, 2016 3:55:02 GMT
(first time doing some music, trying out some stuff forgive me if it is bad.) A large thick screen of smoke covered the entrance ogres rushing out coughing and wheezing. He was ready, after weeks of preparation plato was ready. His Sharp glare pierced through the smoke that he had formed as the ogre's finally brought him to the tournament grounds. It took them long enough that was for sure. He knew the game plan, The devil knights needed to win, Xylo had to be the winner of the tournament, Articho would be a threat to that, he knew this. The saiyan was powerful and what he had seen from Xylo, could be a viable threat. But that was not his main motive, it was to get noticed, The prince of hell himself would be watching, if he proved his worth then what xylo said may not come true, he had to meet with the prince and learn every secret he would need to protect his people, what had caused them to flee, if anyone would know it'd be the most powerful being in the stretch of hell. He closed his eyes for a moment he going back to the fleeing moments of his past, the events that were mere figments now, just like many of his memories. He could barley touch them but they brought him strength, A strength he had not felt, ever. He had to be one of the strongest people at this tournament or else he would fail, the prince would not notice a deadbeat who got 7,6 or 5th place. Even 4 or 3 he'd probley take little heed too, but prehaps if he was lucky he could reach 4th and so just enough potential. The cheers rained across the arena it hurting his ears but he was not gonna yell for them to shut up, he was not there to tell children to slince themselves. he was their to win simple as that. He had his 2 trusty swords, one was his old blade the one which had used his whole life, or at least his whole free life, and the other sword just forged for the tournament, studded with Emeralds and rubies the short sword was worthy of a king though he would probley never use them. While frustrating it was clear if he wanted to win and survive one he left hell he would have to relay on the strength o the curse given to him but the dammed kashvarr, But this curse didn't have to be a power used to kill just for the sake of killing. He knew that, he would use the beast withen to crush his foes so he could get the knowledge he was looking for and prove his strength. It would look better on the devil knights if they won more, then more people would join them, which was Alistair goal. He closed his eyes as through the smoke he walked out followed by 2 ogres he had forced to follow him carrying rose petals which they threw at his stead, he didn't care about the mess, he was not going to have to clean it. He walked pass king Kai looking the short blue alien with instrist, he had heard a little about him, he was a powerful figure he would show respect, he was no savage even if he was from hell. He bowed his head to King Kai, "Hello Mr. Kai sir, i've heard only rumors about you, but i've heard of your greatness, i am plato one of the fighters for the tournament, i hope the prince in hell is watching he won't want to miss what i'm about to do to your fighters." He said with supreme confidants as he walked pass King kai after a brief moments the ogre bumbling after him as they threw the petals. He might of been arrogant but he didn't have one hundred percent faith in himself then he would be destroyed it was a simple fact, he would be facing the strongest people from heaven and hell, He needed to fight with everything on the line, like on konats he needed to reach the peek, he was a strong as ever was, but he needed that fire, which would plunge him into the vast pool of inner strength. He pulled his left arm to his face looking at the scales which covered his arm, that were formed to his knowledge by his monster influence, he shaking his head as he pulled his arm back looking at the ogre's who were stareing at his arm, "You saw nothing." The king said as the ogre's nodded he walking into the ring. He looked up at thousands of people stared down roaring with exictment, this was a tournament held the strongest fighters coming every year, to see who was strongest, the fighters of hell who were strongest at least this year, he knew that already, or the fighters of heaven who he only knew one person who most likely was slayed by the same man who killed plato.  He Looked up for a moment trying to see if he could see any of his people in the seats, but he saw nothing. His face twisted into a frown but he didn't care too much, he didn't want them to see what he was doing, using the monster to push his goals he truly had fallen at least in his eyes, but it was not too late to save his people, that would hopefully negate the damage he had done, but first and formost was the tournament. He walked towards the hell side of the ring to sit down the ogres fleeing back into the hallway as he no longer payed mind to them. He Raised his arms, his left arm complety covered in his cloak his other arm easy to see, the white flesh, prehaps some questioned why he had covered done arm but it was not like he was going to here them. Plato, the King of konats, the slayer of the kashvarr, the champion of the Konstian or to some its bane, and to others, The dictator, the Monster, The scum of the universe, had arrived. Powerlevel: 110,269 |
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Nov 11, 2016 4:34:55 GMT
When King Kai had gone to the planet, Pieter had gone as well, not intending to be late like the last tournament he was in! He was surprised that the place they were going to had so many people and souls in the stands! Sure, he had been in the afterlife for at least a year now with King Kai, but being alone on a planet with just a blue man and a monkey, and then later on 2 others made Pieter forgetful of his surroundings... Somewhat!
King Kai had gone onto the stage, to announce the tournament would soon be under way! Pieter felt a bit nervous, unsure of what to expect from these people there! King Kai went off stage, to a side area where he met with someone that looked like a purple-like version of himself, that had been singing something insulting about the Kai. Pieter saw some man appear in a puff of smoke, only to be ignored by the hurrying man. The man had long white hair and a fairly pale looking face, with what seemed to be black armor. The energy coming him felt... Off. Like the man Pieter was looking at was simply a cage for something else.
Pieter shrugged it off though, deciding to take some time on the grass to stretch his bones, and see whom else was going to show up at this place! He'd been wondering, too, where Articho was at, as he'd expected the guy to have been right with them.
(Power Level: 138,006)
(Wearing medium Weights. Current PL standing is 69,003)
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Post by Lord Xylo on Nov 11, 2016 5:50:30 GMT
[Thread PL: 198,102 | Mazoku Wrath (x18P) Active! Current PL: 3,565,836!]
"Hey you up there! Are you Xylo?"
The Namekian's eyes snapped open, peering down at the bottom of the boulder he sat upon. A red-skinned Ogre had approached, clipboard held tightly in hand. Xylo slowly stood up, hopping off the boulder, and landing across from the Ogre. He gave him a nod.
"Right, okay... You've been summoned to Otherworld for the Heaven and Hell Tournament. Are you ready to go?"
The Namekian nodded again, a smirk creeping onto his face. The Ogre smiled back, before snapping his fingers. A large smoke cloud covered the two of them, and when it dissipated, the duo were missing entirely!
A large puff of smoke popped at the entrance to the Arena, quickly disappearing to reveal Xylo and the Ogre standing in the doorway. The Ogre gave a quick smile and wave to King Kai, before disappearing again, most likely leaving to look for the other contestants.
The Namekian quickly walked past King Kai, heading for the arena proper. He stepped onto the grass with a confident smirk on his face. Though only a few warriors had arrived, he could sense that they were quite powerful. Both Plato and this Saiyan would prove to be at the least a decent warm-up for the fights to come after.
The Mazoku leaned on the nearest stone wall, popped the collar of the leather jacket provided to him by Beelzebub, and waited.
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Post by Alaistair on Nov 12, 2016 4:33:19 GMT
Among the souls gathering in the stands, there was a section dedicated to those that were granted permission to watch from HFIL. Even Beelzebub's seat was located with this bunch, with said Devil missing from its cushiony comfort. Plenty of space was given to it, to identify its royal splendor... And just on the outer rim, sitting at its right side, Alaistair sat comfortably on the stone slab of a seat. He'd managed to get some leeway with some of the ogres to permit him into this area, so that he could observe these festivities that he'd long missed! He'd even brandished his own armor, which had been polished and etched with a unique A, similar to that which was branded upon Xylo's forehead.
"Mmm... Can't wait for these festivities to go down..!"
"POPCORN! GET YOUR POPCORN HERE," one soul with a body shouted, carrying around a large tray of popcorn bags, "Get your popcorn, here!"
"Over here," Alaistair shouted to the man, waving a hand to him. The man held up a bag and tapped on the paper, bubbling the bag in ball of energy. It floated over the occupied seats to the tailed Devil and popped just as it was above him. Alaistair caught the bag and waved his thanks to the man, who continued on with distributing the popcorn. Alaistair snickered and munched away one popped kernel at a time. Plato had arrived, trying to talk to King Kai, who'd not even noticed the man as something attracted his attention!
(Alaistair is here to watch!)
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Post by Articho Reville on Nov 12, 2016 4:57:15 GMT
Articho was wrapping cloth around his hands as he appeared in front of the tournament grounds. He had finally ditched his ratty old gloves, but couldn't seem to recreate them with the magic the Turtle Hermits had given him. As of now, all he could make were Turtle School uniforms and weighted turtle shells. He'd need to take the time to finally figure out how to extend the range of his new abilities eventually. Right now, he would have to use simple cloth to protect his knuckles. He cinched the strip of cloth tightly around his hand and tape it down to make sure it stuck. The young hybrid clenched his fist as he looked towards the entrance of the arena, a confident smile crossing his face. He pulled his new sunglasses out of his jacket pocket, snapped them open, and put them over his eyes. "Let's do this," he said as he began walking towards the entrance.
Articho walked through the entrance, spotting King Kai up on the stage shouting to the crowd. He gave a two fingered salute to the diminutive blue being before turning to look at the other contestants around the arena near by. He gave a respectful nod towards Pieter, before looking towards another fighter, Plato. He frowned when he spotted the Konatsian king he had met on Konats, then looked towards the last fighter. A Namekian who was very clearly ripping off his look with the leather jacket. The hybrid didn't like the look of him, especially since he hadn't seen him before, which meant he was on Hell's side of this tournament. He was pretty strong from what he could sense, but maybe while he was in his Super Saiyan state, he stood a chance. The hybrid pointed at the Namek with a smirk, then turned his point into a thumbs down gesture. He then turned around and popped the collar of his own jacket before walking to his own spot in the grass to stretch and warm up.
PL: 205,337
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Post by Sagi Shi on Nov 12, 2016 17:02:41 GMT
[PL:2,200]
Sagi Shi sat in the middle of a wasteland in the depths of hell. He knew it was time for the tournament to begin, and he also knew that he had no shot at winning. Meeting Xylo was a clear indicator for that. Logically, there'd be many other warriors that can either rival Xylo or come close. But winning wasn't the Oni's intention for participating in this competition. It had far greater meaning.
He stood up, furrowing his eyebrows. His ki rose a bit before he poofed away. The ogre found himself in a large crowd near a stadium. "So this must be the holding grounds for the tournament..." he mumbled to himself. He walked to the sidelines, eyeing all the warriors down. His eyes locked on Xylo's form, and he gave him a nod, acknowledging the warrior. Above the fighting grounds, the Kai's stood in their own special spots. He narrowed his eyes a bit before letting out a huff and averting his gaze.
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Post by Kazar Winters on Nov 13, 2016 10:01:52 GMT
Thread Pl: 128,455
MW: Off
Trained Potential: 513,820
SSJ: 1,413,005
SSJ Active! Ki Suppression Active! PL lowered to: 128,455
Somewhere in the fields of Heaven He was training. His aura was flaring in its golden color, his hair spiked up and yellow, his strength suppressed to his baseform to better his ki and not run out of it quickly. You see the more power used as a supersaiyan that's un-mastered, the practical idea is the more energy is burned up to sustain this power. As it's not mastered, that means this form isn't very sustaining in battle. Only using a fraction of the power in this form helps retain energy in the body and prevent the user from burning off to much ki. But his training comes up short when a orge like being teleported to him. The orge began to speak.
"Hello, you're Kazar Winters right? Okay, ahem. It's been requested by the Kai's that us staff members, the orges, to go and get the contestants for the otherwordly tournament. If you may, we can go there now if you'd like."
"Oh um, sure. I didn't think the tournament was about to start already! So like- What do i do to get there-HOLY SHII-"
The orge walked over to him and immediately grabbed Kazar by the shoulder and teleported off to the tournament grounds. This was unexpected to him since he had no clue what was about to happen...Being his first time dead he's got a lot to learn..As the tournament ground started filling up with fighters a new puff of smoke appeared when the orge had come with Kazar...Though his entrance wasn't to graceful or good for first impressions...He fell flat on his ass after he got brought over, being his first ^2 Person Teleport^. He slowly got himself up and looked over at everyone. He sighs knowing this is totally not a good first impression for anyone, especially for the Kai's!! How is he gonna get picked for training when he's falling on his ass?! Even so the best he can do is be himself....Which might be a bit energetic...
"Hello everyone! Sorry I'm a bit late hehe, hey um...Where's Zerori? Could've sworn she'd be here being apart of the tournament and all.."
He pondered on for a moment in his head thinking where she could be. Maybe out training? On his way back the orge did tell him there was until next friday for everyone to show up before the tournament officially starts. However it may be he has to get to know his fellow participants! He lifts his head up and walks over to Arti first of all people. Now that he has a body he can get a good sense of his energy, is it big or small? Well it's medium at-best compared to many other fighters. However in his tournament he ranks at about the 2nd strongest there, himself being the fourth just below Xylo but just 1 above Plato.
"Yo Arti! Finally got my body just in the nick of time for the tournament! Can't wait to get into a fight now! Ever since our meeting I've been dying to face someone...Although I'm already dead in the first place hehe!"
He gives a brief moment for when Arti can reply to him, after that he'd wave at him so he can go and meet the other participants. First off he walks over to Sagi, a very odd one out kind of guy...Literally being the weakest among them he went to him first to pay some respects...Not to be insulting about it though, just respects like 'Good Luck!' or 'Have Fun!' sort of thing.
"So you're the Sagi guy right? Cool then, nice to meet you! I'm Kazar Winters, a Half-Saiyan born 'n raised on earth."
Once again like Arti, he gave Sagi enough time to eventually reply to his greeting. And just like with Arti a minute ago he moved on to the next guy, eventually meeting everyone with a simple 'Hello' instead. A few of them gives off this weird vibe that seemed off to him. Their energies as-well seems a bit off..Then again this is the 'Hell and Heavens Otherworld Tournament.' Some of these people are probably from hell if you look at it. Heck even Sagi has a bit of a vibe, however not as strong as the other participants. Now before he gets off topic, he takes out a small bag he had on his shoulder that he'd use for his clothes. All he does is just take off his scarf and his top shirt, leaving his black t-shirt beneath on. He sets the bag down over on the wall and looks up. What he sees surprises him! It's the Kai's themselves! The blueish looking one is supposively King Kai and then there's a few others he doesn't recognize. Such as a shorter, much shorter, different colored one that's like a mini version of King Kai...How odd. Now before anything starts he looks at his hands and makes sure his gloves are tightly gripped on his hand and that his boots/shoes are nicely fit so they don't come off. He stands up completely ready to fight whoever is in his way, whomever it may be! Whatever the parel, whatever the quest whatever the-....This might be a problem...He see's a tournament bracket on a piece of paper regarding who's up against who...AND HE HAPPENS TO BE PINNED AGAINST ARTI OFF THE BAT!? Oh well, call this karma. He wanted an all out spar with Arti, he's gonna get it whether he wants it now or not...
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Post by Zerori on Nov 14, 2016 7:22:52 GMT
Thread PL: 363,027
It took her some time to cajole the location, time and what all she had to do to get registered for the tournament. When she brought up her participation in said tournament, she was pleasantly surprised to be lead straight to a lift that lead out of Hell. One that quite frighteningly appeared out of no where when the ogre guardian agreed to help her get there.
One long ride up to the check in station later, she was lead to another door that processed her to a very, VERY bothersome plane ride. It was small and made for one but it still made her worry about crashing or falling out of existence. Who knew what could happen if it was destroyed?!
With a grimace of nausea – could she even GET nausea when she was dead? – she left the plane and walked down the steps to a large platform where many people seemed to be rushing towards hallways that went further inward of the structure she saw from the plane. Walking forward, the ogre guiding her, Zerori leaned down from behind him, “Hey, these people are here to watch the tournament, yeah? Where am I supposed to go?” She asked with a raised brow.
He turned to her, shorter by about a foot or so, and pointed towards arrows in the ceiling. “Most of all the fighters have already arrived so you’re late. Sorry, but I couldn’t teleport.” Zerori smirked at him before he finished with a nervous swallow, “Just follow these arrows. It’ll lead you to the check in- I mean, sign up station!”
Shaking her head she walked past him, patting his shoulder as she did so, “Don’t worry about it. Being ‘fashionably’ late is kinda my thing,” Tossing a wink over her shoulder, Zerori followed the path of the arrows until she finally exited out of the hall into a grand and overwhelmingly loud side-line. In front of her, for all to see, was a huge platform that seemed to go on forever from her line of sight. Walking past it slowly, unable to turn away, Zerori let out a loud ‘OOF!’ when she collided with a table and turned to grasp at the edges before it fell.
“Shit, sorry!” She hissed, looking up to notice a strange-looking being before she saw the papers on the desk that she’d disheveled. “Oh, hey,” She grinned, “Would ya look at that.” Grabbing the pen, she scribbled her name in galactic standard before she dropped the pen and walked away with a toss of her hand that was supposed to resemble a wave. Now all she needed to do was find a seat… that is, if there were any available.
Boy, would it be embarrassing if here were ‘contender’ seats…
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Post by King Kai on Nov 15, 2016 3:11:59 GMT
As the contestants rolled in, King Kai sighed. He would have enjoyed being in his personal seat rather than out here checking names off a list. He scratched seven names off his list, squinting at the clipboard as he realized something... They had an uneven number of contestants! This wasn't going to bode well for the tournament. It'd look odd if one of their fighters was simply missing an opponent! The Kai had to think of something, and quick! He shuffled onto the stage, looking out over everyone who'd shown up, both on the grass and in the stands. It was a packed house tonight. He gulped, pulling the microphone up to speak. "Alllllright ladies and gentleman, looks like we're just about ready to start!" The crowd cheered. "Before we begin however, I have a special announcement to make. We need an eighth contestant, and because of that, we're asking for volunteers from the audience! Anyone who's interested in fighting one of our mighty warriors, come on down!"At this reveal, the crowd went absolutely wild. People shot their hands into the air, clamoring over one another to try to get noticed. Most of the people excited for this chance weren't even good fighters, but because they were dead, they had no chance of serious injury in this competition. After a moment, King Kai pointed at someone in the crowd, exclaiming wildly. "You there, with the halo! Come on down!"
King Kai has selected someone from the audience, but who is it?... Why, it's up to you!
Seeing as the tournament has an uneven number of fighters, we're opening up the 8th slot to the first player who wasn't already signed up who posts in this thread! You have 2 days to enter. If nobody responds, the 8th slot will be filled by an NPC fighter.
I request all current participants to refrain from posting here until I post again. Thank you for your patience! |
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Post by Helix Crust on Nov 15, 2016 3:47:13 GMT
Pacing the vast plains of hell, Helix came upon a small stone building which looked to be occupied by otherworldly officials. The small dome was adorned with the Oni symbol, and Helix knew that inside there would be people who could point him in the direction of some namekians, or if all else failed, his brother.
The wearied prophet dusted some of the dirt off of his tattered garb and headed towards the arch doorway of the building, only to collide with a tall brutish looking ogre with a heavy brow. Helix was bumped backwards onto his rear end and looked up at the ogre.
"Oh wow," Helix began with a laugh, "My bad entirely." Helix clambered to his feet awkwardly and stuck out his hand for shaking. The ogre clasped Helix's tiny bones in his much larger palms.
"Aren't you supposed to be somewhere?" The ogre prodded suspiciously.
"Well, I mean…" Helix scratched his dome with uncertainty. "I just came from heaven, if that's what you mean. But I came down here looking for–"
"The tournament is about to start!" The giant interrupted, pulling out a blurry crinkled photograph of Xylo. "Get on over there!"
Helix looked up at him and then began to laugh. "Oh, I'm not Xylo, you have the wrong namek!" Racial profiling at it's finest. "I am looking for him though, so if you could point me in–"
Once more, the young prophet was interrupted by the ogre's powerful baritone. "You can't be chickening out now! Don't make me drag you down there... King Kai won't like you putting a damper on the festivities!" Helix continued to protest, becoming progressively more frantic until the ogre pushed him inside the small stone building.
"Look who I found! Xylo's trying to play hooky!"
The ogres erupted into a clamor of laughter. "Listen here," a blue ogre began, pulling out a radio, and then a clipboard. "The tournament is about to begin, so I'll just take you with me now."
Helix was about to explain the entire situation away, but before he could get another word in the blue ogre placed a firm hand on his shoulder. The two dissolved into wisps of smoke, and suddenly popped into existence in the bustling arena of the Heaven and Hell tournament!
The crowd swelled with excitement and abruptly parted as the two arrived. The halo'd hopefuls in the crowd suddenly put their hands down and went silent as the tall ogre appeared with a meek looking Helix.
"Here he is!" Grinned the ogre with self satisfaction, pushing Helix forwards down the last couple stairs to the ground floor, where he staggered out sheepishly.
"H-Here I am…" The prophet conceded with a weak smile.
If there was one thing his experience in the afterlife had taught him, it was to follow where fate leads.
[Heavy Weights]
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Post by King Kai on Nov 15, 2016 4:26:39 GMT
As the Namekian was shuffled down to the grass, King Kai smiled. Now this was a much more proper competition! He patted Helix on the back, ushering him onto the arena. "Ladies and Gentleman, I present to you, the champion of the audience!" The crowd went wild, some cheering, excited to be represented by another, others jeering, upset they weren't chosen as the audience participant.
"Now that the people's champion has been found, let's get on with our first match! Our contestants numbers have already been drawn for them, and contestants have been randomly selected to face one another! Please give us just one moment before the matches commence!"
The tournament has begun! A new thread will be made to keep track of the roster and bracket standings, as this one might get a bit too cluttered. Feel free to continue RP'ing in this one if you feel like it.
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Post by Alaistair on Nov 18, 2016 5:08:27 GMT
"Oh ho," Alastair exhumed, observing the fighters depart to their separate arenas "The matches are finally beginning... I'd best keep an eye on Xylo and Zerori, and these others. Plato seemed to have met himself up with one of the Ogres who entered!"Alaistair's eyes went from arena to arena, though his eyes didn't linger or too long at them. There was much action going on in each, with the section C platform making a ruckus! Apparently, someone ascended their power, a young looking lad, and his opponent berated him about something. Not much really happened, and it became covered in soot in the next few seconds, obscuring his vision. Both individuals, too, seemed to have been playing a game of hide and seek, which had made some of the crowd boo at it! In Arena A, though, that's where much of the action and attention was brought to! 2 of the 3 power houses in this tournament were undergoing a battle, and surprisingly, Alaistair's plan came into motion much faster than he anticipated. Zerori and Xylo, live before the souls of heaven and HFIL! Zerori seemed to only be using the first stage of her power, though it was immensely potent, and Xylo's own natural strength was impressive! Had he committed to some more training, the two of them probably would be more equal in terms, but as it stood, Xylo could only plan out his actions thoroughly. He would've messaged the two of them to have some fun, but the action over there quickly heated up! The next arena, Arena B, Plato and this ogre, who went by the name of Sagi Shi, stood. They looked to be talking to each other, from what Alaistair could gather. After having met with Plato a few times, he did strike him as the type to talk... Alaistair would have to remind him about controlling himself, as he didn't know the full capability of his opponent. "Plato," Alaistair spoke mentally to the Konastian, "You may not like me telling you this, but just to be on the safe side, gauge his strength. See if he's not hiding it."With that, he directed his attention to the last arena, where one of King Kai's other students had been matched with... Xylo? "What the hell," Alaistair uttered, mouth agape as he looked at the Namekian. Aside from the drab clothing, and tattoo on his forehead instead of a fin, the Devil could swear he was looking at Xylo! The jaw line, and even the eyes were practically spot on! The energy even felt like Xylo's, but with more of a, 'sunny disposition,' Alaistair would describe it. Alaistair stroke his bearded chin, as thought, "Very strange... I will have to keep an eye there too!"There was something off about the Namekian too, Alaistair had to admit: Unlike Xylo, this one had barely any sort of strength, compared to the student. The Devil felt he had to do something, messaging the Namekian, "Xylo, I don't suppose you know the Namekian fighting one of King Kai's students, do you? It looks like his name is... Helix?"( Lord Xylo, Plato, messages to ya's.  )
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Vi-Poi
Administrator
Premier of Earth
PL: 434,410
Soul(x40P), Overdrive(x43)
Zeni: 1,247
Tag: @vipoi
Posts: 2,833 
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Post by Vi-Poi on Jan 9, 2017 4:20:42 GMT
Pieter Wolfbane , find out what everyone else wants and then repost with what they want in the T2G.
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Mayze
Moderator
PL: 250,469
Super Saiyan(x12)
MSSJ(x15)
Zeni: 849
Shoki: 2,965
Tag: @gagelange10
OOC Name: Gage
Posts: 1,232
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Post by Mayze on Jan 29, 2017 5:55:53 GMT
Plato
WC: 1027
Gains: 1745pl
Old: 153,201pl
New: 154,946pl
Pieter
WC: 253
Gains: 584pl
Old: 166,977
New: 167,561
OOC: Wowzers, look at them massive gains
Al
WC: 774
Gains: 1625pl
Old: 158,454pl
New: 160,079pl
Arti
WC: 336
Gains: 524pl
Old: 218,786
New: 219,310
OOC: Wow, this 500pl is sure gonna help
Sagi Shi
WC: 165
Gains: 330pl
Old: 7266
New: 7596
OOC: A whopping 300 gain in Power Level!!!!!
Kazar
WC: 938
Gains: 1524pl
Old: 157,520pl
New: 159,044
Zerori
WC: 462
Gains: 609
Old: 366,665pl
New: 367,274
OOC: These gains will surely give you an edge when you come back to the land of living.
Helix:
WC: 473
Gains: 1214pl
Old: 77,220pl
New: 78,434pl
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