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Post by Speenatch on Mar 10, 2017 9:26:12 GMT
In the ever-bustling Western Capitol, the grand city which housed the Capsule Corporations world (and galactic) headquarters, there was a small alley-way. A very, very small alleyway, sandwiched between two skyscrapers. It was barely wide enough for your average folding table. This could only really be surmised by the table that was poking out of it. The front of said table was covered by a paper banner, which bore the words "Real-Steel Tournament Sign-Up Booth" on it. Along with some smaller print underneath. And behind the table?
Well, there was a human sitting there. A short man, with big, bulging muscles. He also had lots of hair, just about everywhere... There was a poofy, neo-mullet-mane of it on his head, a trimmed goatee on his face, and plenty of body hair covering his chest and the bare portions of his arms. All of it was a brown that evoked beans... for some reason. Now, over that body of muscle and hair... he wore a gi. A very garish gi.
The top was an aqua blue color, and was cut in such a way that his chest and arms were laid bare. The pants were a bright, vibrant orange... and a bit loose. These were secured by a neon-green belt, tied with a very precise knot. A belt which left questions as to what rank it represented... if any at all. Peeking out from under the banner were a pair of boots. Hot pink boots.
Capping it all off were a few accessories. In this case, a pair of black bands around his wrists. Each of which had a yellow, rounded jewel in the center. A matching pair were wrapped around his ankles, and hidden under his boots. There was also a pair of "shades", which had red frames and mirrored lenses. Said shades completely covered his eyes below the brow, leaving their color (and the direction they were pointed in) an utter mystery. Same as the man...
The man named Speenatch Peabody... more commonly known as "Mister Steel". Or, if you let him "properly" introduce himself... "Tha Unbreakable... Mister... STEEL!"
'Allllllrighty. Got ma flyers posted around town... Well, flung around. Tha wind'll carry 'em where they need ta go. And I got ma booth set up right where the flyers say ta go. Between tha Terry and Yaki's Incorporated Buildin' an' tha Dynamic Dynamo Office Suites. Now ta just... wait.'
He twiddled his thumbs and whistled some pop-trash tune he'd heard on the radio at some point. Undoubtedly, everyone else had heard it, too. It was quite catchy, and surprisingly popular.
((OOC: Hello everyone! I know it's a little over a day late, but... I have finally started up the sign-ups for the "Real-Steel" Tournament. Right now, the only limit for participation is power... more specifically, nobody over 80K can enter. This for lowbies, primarily.))
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Post by Mammon on Mar 10, 2017 10:29:45 GMT
The First Ever Real-Steel Tourney Sign-Ups
Contestant Number One
It roared down the street like a black bolt of lightning, it was dark car with sharp lines and edges and when people described it they'd eventually used words like 'sleek' 'WOW' or 'Watch where you're going you almost hit me you daft bastard', and so on. He was driving down Electric avenue when a flier hit his windscreen giving him a full page spread of someone he saw in his nightmares, he almost screamed. He stopped the car got out and unfurled it 'Real-Steel Tournament, sign-up today!' he'd see about that.
When he first saw the booth through the car's windshield he thought about ramming it with his car, it wouldn't do much but it would've made him feel a hell of a lot better, what he did do was park the car open the door with a 'click' and walked over to 'Tha Unbreakable... Mister... STEEL!' "Sign me up!" he slapped a fist full of money on the hardwood desk. He was wearing a black suit the kind that goes with the words bond and Mister, with an accented red shirt poking through that gave him the look of 'why yes this is a demon'.
He began to smile, it was the kind that went with the other person going 'oh jeez, help, help there's a madman!'. "What have you been up to my old friend, doing well for yourself, huh?" his tongue poked out to wet his lip's the thin serpentine tongue leaving a trail of saliva where it touched. "You look a little pale, but threat not my dear sweet naive person who may or may not wake up screaming one night with a dagger in his heart, friend." he leaned against the stall pulling out a cigarette, boy had he missed these you couldn't get a decent smoke break on Namek let alone a thing you could smoke.
"Smoke?" he offered putting one to his lips and sending a small lance of ki up it to smoulder, he breathed out a cloud. "So holding a tournament, that's a big step up in the world." he said in the tone of the unimpressed, where would they fight in an alley this was going to blow up in his face and he was going to be around when it did, he owed that to Speenatch for the help he had been to him in the past. He'd be there.
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King Yo
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Post by King Yo on Mar 11, 2017 15:52:51 GMT
[Thread PL: 550]
Strolling down the street that was flanked by exceptionally tall buildings was King Yo and his best friend and regular muscle, Majin Mojo. A look of distaste was on the zoonamites blue face his plump lips a frown. Sighing he stuffed his hands in his pockets “Man Mojo the lampreys ain’t biting today! I dunno what it is but they just don’t want to partake in any of our limited time offers and or deals that are in no way a scam!” The majin only nodded as they continued their walk, today had been unusual having not made a dime.
Suddenly a black car zipped by them bringing a gust of wind to lap at their backs before it suddenly screeched to a halt in the middle of the road. Yo cocked an eyebrow accordingly curious to the sudden stop of the sports vehicle. Soon a man with horns stepped out of the fancy ride and in his fist was a fat stack of the good stuff, money! King’s mouth fell open and he whistled like a creature preparing to court. He looked back at Mojo with a grin “Buddy whatever that guy is doing I think we want a piece.”
King Yo and Mojo beelined after him, the short Zoonamite climbing up onto the car and walking across it’s hood for a quick short cut. Unfortunately for the car Mojo followed right after him and his gigantic girth was too much for the bonnet of the ebony coach which buckled with each step. They walked up behind Mammon as he lit his cigarette and Yo got a good look at the small table and smirked. “Oh a tournament, that makes some sense.” His shaded eyes darted across the signage and he reached into his breast pocket pulling out his own stack of fat cash, his ‘investment fund’.
He slammed it down next to the money left by the demon and chimed in. “Hey man nice look, I dig it.” Yo said to Speenatch “Sign me up, well specifically sign my friend up.” He threw his hand over his shoulder pointing a thumb at the seven foot purple behemoth as he lumbered up closer. “Mojo, he’ll give it a shot.”
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Post by Speenatch on Mar 12, 2017 7:28:12 GMT
Speenatch narrowed his eyes as he heard something. It was a strange noise. A growling and grumbling that grew closer and closer as the seconds ticked by. The noise was definitely made by an engine of some sort... presumably from an old-style vehicle. One that actually had wheels.
'...Izzat a sportscar comin' in at rammin' speed?'
His guess, based totally on what his ears told him, was proven correct when a sportscar came roaring down the street. It even stopped for a moment, as if it (or the driver inside) were debating ramming into his booth. While it idled, the short, muscular man narrowed his eyes behind his shades. He also extended a few of his extra senses as he stared right at the vehicle. Feeling a dark and malevolent aura emanating from within. Like it wanted to snuff out and consume everything around it.
'Wait a candy-makin' minute. That's some familiar energy I'm feelin'. Don't tell me...'
Luckily nobody told him. Otherwise he might have raged a bit more than he did when he saw none other than Mammon step out of the vehicle. Wearing some snazzy suit. And feeling a hell of a lot more powerful. And considering how strong he'd been the last time that Steel had seen him, that was saying something.
'Dagnabbit. I start ta catch up, an' errybody moves tha goalposts. Then again "demons" are known fer cheatin'...'
He didn't show any signs of nervousness, though. He'd been getting better about hiding such things, along with fear and terror. So, even though his heart was beating at a mile a minute... he just sat still. Smirking confidently as he waited for Mammon to walk up, and finish his little monologue. He waited... and waited... and waited...
'Yeesh, don't this feller ever run outta lil' threats that he tries ta veil? I mean, c'mon... I'm just waitin' fer 'im ta go blind, with how far 'is head is up 'is own rear-end...'
Eventually, Mammon stopped his posturing. Just long enough for Speenatch to open his mouth and-... Be interrupted by another newcomer. A Zoan or something, from the looks of 'em, some sorta fish-man. And a nice, plump majin with 'em.
'Dagnabbit. Just Well, at least they're some nice, normal Earthlings fer once.'
He gave a small smile to the comment on his look. Somebody had an appreciation for high-fashion, it seemed. Then, after Yo finished... Speenatch could finally speak.
"First off, Mammon... nice ta run inta ya again. I see yer still makin' yer way through tha list o' things erry five-year-old wants ta be when they grow up. Is bein' a starship captain next?" As he said this, he pulled out a clipboard. A clipboard with a sheet on it. Said sheet consisted of a column of about twenty little boxes all up and down the page. Each box was next to a number ranging from one to twenty. He also pulled out a pair of pens, holding one out to Mammon and then Mojo.
"Now, as fer tourney sign-ups. Lemme just explain things a lil'. Tha entry fee is one hunnerd zeni, but ya don't pay it now. First, ya enter down yer name yerself in a box..." He pointed to one of the boxes, the first one. Right next to the corresponding number of "1". Then, Speenatch passed the clipboard with a single, hairy hand. "Then ya hand over tha money. It'll all go inta a pot, winner o' tha tourney gets said pot. If yer alright with that, then sign yerselves up an' pay tha fee."
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Post by BACON on Mar 13, 2017 23:52:46 GMT
BACON drove through West City, surpassing cars as it took a joyride on its Segway. Suddenly it was hit in the face with something soft and thin. It jerked to a halt, flinging itself off of its Segway and slamming into a wall. It got up, brushing itself off, and read the paper. It was a flier, some kind of tournament? It wasn't very interested, until it read the bottom. A prize reward? Now that was something worth fighting for. It hopped back onto its Segway, rushing towards the given location. It swerved to the side when it saw the table, hopping of as its Segway rammed into a wall.
Me want join tournament. Me beat up weak Human and win money. How BACON start?
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Post by Gira on Mar 15, 2017 2:22:25 GMT
Gira walked down the sidewalk on her way home from school, her headphones on while she listened to music on her phone. Everything was normal until she stepped on a piece of paper on the ground. She peeled the flier off of her shoe and looked at it. "A martial arts tournament?" She took her headphones off and hung them around her neck before reading more of the flier. "Sign-ups between Terry and Yaki's Inc. and the Dynamic Dynamo Office Suites. That's... interesting." Gira thought long and hard about whether or not she wanted to join. Well, she certainly WANTED to join. But she was certain this would violate her mother's rules.
She wasn't even sure she wanted a normal life anymore. The young half-Saiyan gripped the flier tightly for a couple seconds, then let out a deep breath and folded it up, putting it in her pocket. "Alright. I'm gonna do this." Gira had a feeling that she would regret it if she let this go. Without further delay, she booked it down the street, straight to the location mentioned in the flier. She got there quickly and was... rather unimpressed. She expected something bigger. Then again, she hadn't been to a martial arts tournament before. She only ever heard of the Tenkaichi Budokai. The girl reconsidered for a moment, but eventually approached the alley. It appeared that she wasn't the only one interested in this tournament. In fact, it appeared to draw quite the strange crowd.
Her eyes drifted from the little red imp-looking guy to the man at the booth, then to the fish-looking guy and his Majin friend, then to the tall, horned... devil. That was the word she felt accurately described how he looked. All of them looked quite strange, even the human one. Except the devil guy, he just looked scary. Gira had never laid eyes on a demon before. His appearance made her feel incredibly unnerved. She listened to the rules, then approached the table, trying not to look nervous. She dug out 100 Zeni from her wallet and waited silently for the clipboard to come around to her. Despite her nerves, the half-Saiyan was excited. Would she get to fight all those guys? Gira wondered how strong they were. The devil guy (she had to remember to get his name) looked pretty strong. She hoped they would get to fight in the tournament. He looked like something straight out of hell, but that was what got her so excited to fight him.
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Post by Mammon on Mar 17, 2017 15:57:11 GMT
The First Ever Real-Steel Tourney Sign-Ups The Catch
"What can I say I'm a child at heart." he snatched the clipboard from Speenatch , it was the kind of snatching that went with a zoom sound effect and a small gust of wind. "You could say I've become a 'starship captain'." he began to run his finger down the paper tapping it once than twice, he was looking for the hook the part where it said 'I hereby give my soul to the prince of the dark' the devil was in the detail, sometimes literally. "So who will I be fighting?" he shook his head from side to side amending his word's. "Butchering, always get those two mixed up."And here came the first, it was pink and had caught a fish, no it traveled with a fish. "I'd laugh but I feel that would be a waste of my breath." he looked over the fish stick and the bubblegum brute, and he liked his threads? Well at least it had good taste. "Yes its suppose to be midnight black." he made a small gesturing of pulling at his suit rubbing the fabric between thumb and forefinger. "But honestly its more a eleven PM black, I have half the mind to complai -" he was cut off by the appearance of Bacon, as he smacked against the wall with a 'thud' where he expected to see a splat he saw an alien, like one of those from the old movies big head small body something about 'we come in pieces' he was none too impressed.He signed the paper with a flourish of his hand a small sigil appearing on the paper, it glowed hot filling the inky lines with molten fire before going dim and simply vanishing from the page to be replaced by 'Mammon' as if it had never been. "Now is that all mortal?" he said pushing the clipboard back towards Speenatch , turning from the stall and moving to leave the alley where he spied a youth looking at him, the old charms never cease to amaze drawing admirers from all walks of lives. "I have one question for you." he moved towards her his feet leaving a trail of scolding footprints, the pavement literally dissolving into sticky tar under his feet, he was putting on the full show he had an audience and someone to impress. "What do you want most?"
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Post by Jax Punchlust on Mar 17, 2017 21:04:18 GMT
Despite what many would think, after Jax had recently been put through in the few previous months, he still wouldn’t settle for what many would call a “simple life”. He still strived for ways to prove his worth to the world, and ways to test what his old public relations manager claimed was the “bestest and most spunkerific moves in the galaxy”. It had been too long that had he lusted for a proper punch, for what he could just the right challenge to test himself along with the new abilities he had gained while on his time away and living another life. Dressed in nothing more then his purple wearable blanket over his own self-branded and designed boxers, he went out of his cardboard formation of a mansion and went to try to find a way to put his “FighterMan” spirit to use.
It didn’t take long for one of his more recently mastered techniques to be put to use, as he used it to sense an amassing group of various presences finding their way in-between two buildings in the downtown district. Of course, by “sensing” this group’s energy, Jax really was just taking a ride on public transit while drinking his chocolate cappuccino and reading “the Fighting the Power and Seeing the Invisible for Beginners” self help book and had happened to look outside his window at just the right time to see a bunch of strange figures hanging around an alleyway.
Stopping the vehicle in time and making his way to the group, he began to hover above those gathered as he forced his way to the front. Staying afloat in the air with his arms crossed, in such a way that anyone who did the slightest glance upwards would be exposed to an example of his undergarment clothesline, he tried to scope out the area. A large man sat at a desk, a pile of flyers scattered around his table as a jingle Jax had to admit was rather catchy and brilliant in marketing. The flyers mentioned something about a test of strength, and it seemed like Jax had made the finding he had been looking for. Pointing down at the rather fashionable man behind the desk, he got in his most recognizable “hero” pose from his years on air, hoping his fame may hope boost his stature to enter.
“You, man of style and strength! What is this challenge of groovaitude, and what’s required to enter? Cause the Jax man wants in, baby!”
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King Yo
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Post by King Yo on Mar 19, 2017 17:30:28 GMT
King Yo cocked a brow at the Demon in his fine black suit and smacked his thick lips. “I wasn’t even talking to you Antlers, I was speaking to the man here who knows how to wear shades.” The Zoonamite not at all impressed with Mammon, he had been around the world far too many times to be impressed anymore. Mojo was had a pen shoved into his mitt, waiting for his turn to sign his name. Yo tapping his foot impatiently as the demon took his sweet time in handing over his John Haddock.
Finally he dropped the clipboard and sign up sheet which King yanked off the table as quick as he could. It was a good strategy because soon more fresh faced lampreys started wiggling out of the woodwork. Yo eyed Bacon, Gira and finally Jax Punchlust like the bunch of weirdos they were, this was just a gathering of strange humanoids. Sneering he lifted the sign up sheet above his head to hand over to Mojo.
“Mojo sign next to two.” said the majin as his hand brought the pen down to the clipboard and was soon scratching away, taking a odd long time for him to finish a four letter name. Yo meanwhile turned back to Speenatch and shook his head. “Listen , I don’t wanna be rude but where the heck did you stick these fliers? You managed to attract a satyr, some sort of orange cabbage, a teenage girl and a hobo.” His webbed hand pointing at each of the wannabe fighters. The majin pulled his hand away and revealed his name had been filled into the box in some of the most stunning calligraphy you could find. “Mojo done” the bubblegum brute lowering the clipboard to Bacon’s level. “You’re next.”
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Post by Speenatch on Mar 22, 2017 7:38:58 GMT
Speenatch suddenly found his little booth going from completely empty to filled with fellow weirdos. It was a strange feeling. A combination of pride and slight annoyance. Mostly because they came one right after the other, before he could get a word in. A Saibaman on a literal segway just crashed in and might have been speaking telepathically to everyone. Then a... well the girl seemed normal. Just an average human...
'With a heckuva lotta power in 'er veins. At least fer us.'
As Mammon and Yo went about their signing, suddenly another man came from nowhere. He just flew on in and...
'Ya know what? I like tha cut o' this fella's gib. And 'is fashion sense.'
"Alrighty, in order... of what I find most important..." He pointed to Mammon and said, "HA!" Followed by a pointing of his index fingers and a clicking of his tongue at the strange zoan-looking man for the compliment. Then he turned his head to the strange Saibaman that might have just identified itself as Bacon, "Rules 'er simple, ya sign yer name on tha clipboard when it's given to ya, and then pay one hunnerd zeni fer an entry fee. It'll all go in ta a total "pot" that tha winner will get at tha end."
To Jax, he pointed. He also stood up, repeating himself with a somewhat louder shout. "Same goes fer you ma friend! One hunnerd zeni after ya put yer name down. That's all there is to it! Ya think yer man 'nough ta claim tha prize? Then get tha clipboard and pen when it comes around!"
He then sat himself back down, folded his hands, and glanced to the human woman that had come in. The one that was staring at Mammon. "O' course, that don't mean we won't be acceptin' ladies 'er members of other genders in tha tourney, either. Only requirements are a hunnderd zeni and yer name." He paused for a moment and then added, "Oh, an' pickin' up one o' my sheets with tha coordinates o' tha location on it 'for ya go. If ya can't fly, then uh... Well I found an ol' cargo barge an' sum rope. I c'n fly ya there if ya leave a place fer pick-up."
As he said this, he reached under the desk... and pulled forth a stack of sheets. All of which had a small map of an area of the Fukorou forest, and some coordinates attached to it. He also pulled out a small rock, to hold down the paper. It was a bit windy that day, given how far across the city his fliers had gone.
Finally, he registered Yo's talking. The thing about his fliers and where he had put them. To the zoonamite that Speenatch assumed was a zoan... he gave a shrug of his broad and hairy shoulders. "Eh, I kinda just let tha wind carry 'em over town. I er uh... thought it'd make things more interestin'."
((On an OOC note, I am SO sorry that I didn't post earlier. Bathroom got screwed up over the weekend and my brother's been struggling to fix it. So I've been a biiiiit busy with that.))
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Post by Gira on Mar 22, 2017 8:40:29 GMT
Gira felt a chill go up her spine as Mammon's gaze fell upon her. She looked from side to side, hoping that maybe he was looking at someone next to her. Or behind her even. That didn't seem to be the case, however, as she was the only one even close to where he was looking. His steps melted the pavement under him, leaving footprints as he approached her. Okay, that's actually pretty cool.
She gulped and stood up straighter, gazing upon him in silence. He was the first to speak. He asked her what she wanted most. That was an odd question. To avoid an awkward silence, she decided to simply answer his question truthfully. "I... uh... I guess I want to be free. Maybe that's even why i'm here. Signing up for this tournament, I mean. Tell me, Mr..." She paused when she realized she didn't know his name.
Calling him "devil guy" seemed more than a tad bit insulting, so she decided to just continue. "Have you ever been ashamed of who you are?" It was a real question. She struggled with that herself. Not necessarily that she was ashamed of who she was, but from what she had been told her whole life, she felt like she ought to be. This man was strange. Clearly not from here. Kind of like her. Maybe he had some insight that she would find helpful. She heard their host mention that they accepted ladies and other genders as well as men. Well, at least they're inclusive. She made a mental note to pick up the directions before she left after she heard him mention that as well.
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Post by Rafar on Mar 23, 2017 1:41:45 GMT
Power Level: 51,693
Rafar was experiencing an unfamiliar feeling, one that most species assumed that Sayians were incapable of. Boredom. Nothing and nobody interesting had come his way in several weeks, not even one of those BBA idiots breaking the monotony. Especially unusual for a powerful Sayian warrior, he didn’t even feel much of an inclination to train! Rafar sighed, shoving his hands deep in the pockets of his dark coat. Maybe if I could find a fighter that I respect and could train with, I could actually help with the important fights. It was an old wound, one that the warrior had picked at constantly since the adrenaline-charged duel with NOXA.
A small noise from up ahead caused the Sayiajin’s head to snap up, only to spot that idiot Mammon trying to put on a show for a hybrid girl, who was apparently trying to simply sign up for a tournament . “Stop it Mammon, you aren’t impressing anyone with your amateur intimidation tactics.” Rafar raised an eyebrow at the slime’s power level, it seemed that the slime had grown since the last time he crawled out of his hole. “Impressive, where have you been to gain that much power?” The Sayiajin casually walked over to the table, signed his name, and tossed a couple coins into the pot. His blood was boiling for a fight with the newly empowered Mammon, plus a tournament was always fun. This task accomplished, he would stand next to the girl, watching the demon idiot carefully. Rafar wouldn’t let this duel pass him by!
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Post by Mammon on Mar 24, 2017 0:56:57 GMT
The First Ever Real-Steel Tourney Sign-Ups The Other Catch
"Ash-amed?" he stretched out the word with a serpents cadence, drawing it out and fanning the words so they were lilting and had an almost sing-song tone to them. "No, cause I have always been true to myself." he leveled a hand to the heavens and placed the other upon his heart. "This above all: to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man." he quote loftily, after all this planet deserved a better class of criminal if you couldn't expect the guy to brain you in an alley to quote Shakespear after, what kind of world were you living in? Not one he wanted to live in.
"But how does one be true to yourself? For me it came as easy as breathing after all us demon are but servants to our nature, even from birth we are but slaves to that fate." he made a complex gesture with his hand and a faded rose appeared, it hung to one side its pedals only now grasping onto its stem more out of habit than force. "For you, so you may bloom more brightly than any rose."
“Stop it Mammon..."
"Ah, if it isn't the traitor." he turned to face Rafar, he looked him over from the toes of his boots to the last strand of hair atop his head. "The soldier that couldn't, or wouldn't." he hadn't grown much in all this time, getting lazy? "Earth isn't the only planet, or have you forgotten?" |
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Post by Gira on Apr 2, 2017 2:34:34 GMT
Gira listened carefully to Mammon's answer to her question. She recognized the quote. It was from Shakespeare's play, Hamlet. Act 1 specifically. She had the written version at home. When he conjured a rose out of thin air and offered it to her, she wasn't sure what to think. She had never seen anyone conjure stuff like that before. She couldn't help but smile. The words of encouragement helped it seemed. This man intrigued the half-Saiyan. Not only was he a demon, as she just found out, he had all sorts of crazy abilities from the look of it. She didn't like to feel out someone's power if she didn't need to, but her curiosity got the better of her. She had to see how powerful Mammon was. He had a commanding presence, that was for sure. She took the rose from his hand and slowly spun it around, looking it over. "Oh, thank yo--" before she could finish her thanks and sense Mammon's energy, Gira heard Rafar speak to Mammon and turned to look at him. She listened to their exchange for a moment. These two clearly weren't friends, but it seemed they had history. She wondered how powerful he was as well. Gira closed her eyes and focused, feeling the newcomer's power first.
'WOW. That's some energy. I've never felt anyone that powerful before. I don't think i've even fought anyone that powerful before I could sense energy. If i'm up against him in the tourney, i'm done for.' Even though that was the case, she felt excited at the potential battle they could have. He appeared human too. That was even more impressive. Then she turned her senses to the demon. She felt a growing pit in her stomach as she felt his power. He was strong. Incredibly strong. Not only was he stronger than her, of course, he appeared stronger than the newcomer as well. His energy felt dark too. Perhaps this was just due to the fact that he was a demon? Gira had never met one before, so she couldn't tell. The nervousness gave way to excitement as she withdrew her sense and opened her eyes. She smirked. It seemed this was the best place to get a good fight. It was strange, after her duel with Kallabash, she was addicted to fighting. She always liked a good fight before, but now it was beyond that. It felt like something awakened within her.
It was like her Saiyan blood was on fire and she couldn't put it out. 'Oh yeah. This is gonna be fun.' The half-Saiyan girl giggled with excitement. 'That Mammon guy though... I want to fight him for sure. He's super strong. Maybe if I face him, I can get stronger too. If not, well... a fight is always good for the soul anyway.'
((Sorry for posting out of turn. Its just been awhile. Hoping this might jumpstart stuff. ^^))
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Post by Speenatch on Apr 8, 2017 23:45:35 GMT
((Well, since nobody's posted in a while, I'm going to try to breathe some life into the thread again. Even though it's not ma turn. Also, anyone that just wants to wrap things up can post OOCly whether they're in or not, and then I can post the tourney opener as soon as the special events end. No special environment transformations are gonna go about ruining ma tourney!))
Speenatch just sat around and smiled as people began to sign up for his little impromptu tournament. There weren't really enough to make a proper bracket, though...
'Eh, I'll just go inta this all "round-robin". Errybody fights errybody, most wins is tha overall winner. That oughta work real-'
His train of thought was interrupted as he sensed another power coming in. And he craned his head over the table to watch them arrive... only to see... a Saiyan. He quickly got back into his seat and twiddled his thumbs, hoping that whoever this tailed man was, he hadn't come because of the fliers.
'Gul-freakin'-durnit... Why are there so many flippin' Saiyans still runnin' around 'ere?! Why do they keep comin' specifically ta Earth.'
What followed was a barely disguised reaction of fear that Mammon could only dream of getting out poor Speenatch. His body shivered and shook with the tiniest twinges and twitches. A cold sweat broke out over his brow, just below the hairline. Meanwhile, the only expression he could keep on him was a somewhat (entirely) nervous grin. Watching from behind his booth and shades as the Saiyan signed his name, paid some zeni... and revealed he was as much a nemesis to Mammon as Speenatch was. Though, he was a tad more mean and less clever about his insults.
As soon as he turned away, Speenatch let out a mild sigh of relief.
'...Now... I think it's a good time ta ask maself if I'm really married ta that "round-robin" idea...'
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