Post by President Bao on Jan 10, 2014 13:37:54 GMT
Bao stood before the encapsulating vista surrounding the Tenkaichi Budokai grounds
“awe-inspiring; such rugged beauty, such majesty and raw natural magnificence…” he waxed, beholding each and every detail that stretched before him with a glistening sparkle in his eyes
“… each breathtaking feature chiselled and honed over countless years of competition and development- all providing a base from which swells a bastion of true martial discipline, a stunning display of honour and prowess, the true embodiment of all that it is to be a martial arts master…” he closed his eyes and breathed very deeply, as if attempting to take in the bold surroundings …
… forcefully…
…
… though his nostrils.
“..yes, this place will soon be graced by a man who embodies all of these characteristics and more, for I will not be attending simply as a guest observer like the other planetary leaders, no sir! I will be championing this tournament, leading by example, am I right?! Rahahaha-rahaha!”
None of his five escorting advisors seemed to show much reaction to their presidents nonsense, nor did they seem in the slightest bit surprised that he would do something so ludicious as actually join the fighting himself. Eventually however, one of them did speak up;
“Uh, Sir, you really should get back to the office, overseeing the events of the tournament procession is the role of the venue’s organisation staff… frankly we shouldn’t even be here in person for at least another week…”
Bao had appeared in an instant, a crushing bicept squishing against the man’s ear, the tall president's arm having wrapped around the speakers shoulders, or perhaps more accurately neck and head given the height disparity, as if inspiringly embracing him. Bao was pointing out to the grounds, his finger jabbing accusatorily at the air with all the force of a megaton explosive, directed at the surrounding areas ahead.
“We can do that ‘not overseeing events’ later! For now - hot dog stand, right there!” his finger moved over to the side slightly, before darting in several directions as if it had a mind of it’s own “and a churro stall, lots of churro stalls, I don’t want anyone to be able to walk more than four feet without a churro poking them in the eye! Our guests must sample only the finest earth has to offer! - and I want this place searched with a fine toothed comb, you hear me?” Bao’s bicep was pressed up to the weedy note-takers face as the president flexed dominantly, squished against the man’s cheek as he attempted to do his job
“None of those no-good cheaters pulling their silly light tricks and making a mockery of the proud martial arts tradition, embarrassing earth in front of our E-steemed inter-trans-galactomentional guests” Bao had sprung back and begun wiggling his fingers in some crude approximation of a magician as he spoke that first part, before puffing his chest out and placing his bunched fists on his hips.
His consortium of various assistants and note-takers struggled, all the while, to multi-task keeping up with their presidents brisk pace and following along with his list of declarations and gesticulations. (trying vainly to sort irrelevant ranting from actual directions of note).
Bao had now walked past the tenkaichi arena’s arched gateway, and was proceeding through into the arena space, throngs of surprised (yet delighted) people kept at arms length as Bao continued his overly loud ranting (some waving, and occasionally receiving a nod, wave, or photogenic pose in return).
“This is a place of men!”, Bao stated, striking one such pose as a passer-by hastily snapped his picture
“- where we celebrate the great bond of friendship and non-conflict between our peoples... through the clash of our brave champions repeatedly punching the handsome right out of each-other’s faces. Truly there is no greater form of respect!”
He paused for a moment, mid stride“old-school fireworks - to announce the opening of the ceremony – they’ll be right there! Raha!” (he vaguely indicated in no particular direction, giving no real indication of where ‘there’ actually was meant to be at all, much to the chargrin of his associates)
“Now, we need to make sure all the of the earth’s greatest are here to represent us, so spread the word, I want posters everywhere - ‘are you a great martial artist? Do you think you could represent earth at the 9th centurmalogical conferance? Well then you should have signed up several weeks ago to take part in the preliminary qualifiers, as all entrance is well and truly closed! We wouldn’t leave something so important to such a last minute luck of the draw!” He was pointing again, accusatorily, as if telling off his advisor for having raised such a silly notion in the first place
“..uh… sir, we tried to get the necessary approval for such organised representation, but you were… preoccupied, during each and every attempt”
Bao’s brow furrowed, as if he didn’t quite understand what the suited woman was getting at
“so it has simply not been done… I do have the paperwork here however if you would now be willing to sign at last, we may yet be able to organise at least some form of representation process...."
Bao had grabbed both the offered pen and scrunched papers and signed several squiggles all in the wrong place, flicking the pen back over his shoulder at the stern secretary and passing the bunched papers to the man at his left. “Well why didn’t you say so! there you go, done and dusted”
(from this the presidents officers would at the very least be able to authorise official invitations to all registered martial arts academies, and provide participant fliers for those looking to not just come as a guest, but register to compete for them self, which one of the president’s advisers would no doubt have to fill out and file on Bao’s behalf before the day of the event…)
As Bao continued to stride onward, a startled tenkaichi organiser had attempted to interject, but the President had already pushed past as his declarations and planning continued, sizing up every which way and holding his fingers out like a frame(as artists are sometimes seen to do), obliviously walking/tearing his way through a paper frame with the tenkaichi budokai’s logo on it.
The rest of the group had slowly dropped off under the various obstacles
“Mr President, we must really insist that you return…” began a fox-like humanoid in a blue suit, who had briskly caught up after being waylaid by the sign, and was now leaning against the side of an arena platform as he called to the president.
Bao however was now standing directly in the middle of one of the arena spaces, having waltzed head-first(completely unabashed) into this otherwise restricted area .
“Added to which sir…” The man cleared his throat somewhat delicately, “I think the two fighters we’re interrupting here would like to finish their match”
Indeed, two burly but perplexed-looking martial artists had been forced to pause, mid-rush, as Bao had stepped up onto the centre of the arena between them, walking backwards and continuing to hold his fingers out as he measured up one of the VIP seating spaces on the second floor balcony, one eye closed and lips poked out thoughtfully. The fighters weren’t the only ones staring, as the sparse crowd of onlookers and various officials also joined in.
“What? Oh… uh.. so they do…” Bao voice shifted as a small blush peeked across his cheek, though he hid it under his usual rambunctious swagger;
“Rahaha, don’t mind me gentlemen, this is just a uh… stage inspection” He picked up a grain of grit off the ground and rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger, inspecting closely, go so far as to dab it on his tongue before making two quick wider glances and dusting his hands off somewhat overdramatically.
“Yes sir, uh, everything checks out here, very…inspecticle…. Uh… Good work, no suspicious tricktruckery, just the what we like to see… as you were gentlemen” he coughed once, before he and his cohort quickly made their way off the arena space and back out the way the came, Bao tearing a second hole in the paper frame just next to the one he’d caused on the way in.
… It would truly be a miracle if the entire conference didn’t end up as a complete disaster.
“awe-inspiring; such rugged beauty, such majesty and raw natural magnificence…” he waxed, beholding each and every detail that stretched before him with a glistening sparkle in his eyes
“… each breathtaking feature chiselled and honed over countless years of competition and development- all providing a base from which swells a bastion of true martial discipline, a stunning display of honour and prowess, the true embodiment of all that it is to be a martial arts master…” he closed his eyes and breathed very deeply, as if attempting to take in the bold surroundings …
… forcefully…
…
… though his nostrils.
“..yes, this place will soon be graced by a man who embodies all of these characteristics and more, for I will not be attending simply as a guest observer like the other planetary leaders, no sir! I will be championing this tournament, leading by example, am I right?! Rahahaha-rahaha!”
None of his five escorting advisors seemed to show much reaction to their presidents nonsense, nor did they seem in the slightest bit surprised that he would do something so ludicious as actually join the fighting himself. Eventually however, one of them did speak up;
“Uh, Sir, you really should get back to the office, overseeing the events of the tournament procession is the role of the venue’s organisation staff… frankly we shouldn’t even be here in person for at least another week…”
Bao had appeared in an instant, a crushing bicept squishing against the man’s ear, the tall president's arm having wrapped around the speakers shoulders, or perhaps more accurately neck and head given the height disparity, as if inspiringly embracing him. Bao was pointing out to the grounds, his finger jabbing accusatorily at the air with all the force of a megaton explosive, directed at the surrounding areas ahead.
“We can do that ‘not overseeing events’ later! For now - hot dog stand, right there!” his finger moved over to the side slightly, before darting in several directions as if it had a mind of it’s own “and a churro stall, lots of churro stalls, I don’t want anyone to be able to walk more than four feet without a churro poking them in the eye! Our guests must sample only the finest earth has to offer! - and I want this place searched with a fine toothed comb, you hear me?” Bao’s bicep was pressed up to the weedy note-takers face as the president flexed dominantly, squished against the man’s cheek as he attempted to do his job
“None of those no-good cheaters pulling their silly light tricks and making a mockery of the proud martial arts tradition, embarrassing earth in front of our E-steemed inter-trans-galactomentional guests” Bao had sprung back and begun wiggling his fingers in some crude approximation of a magician as he spoke that first part, before puffing his chest out and placing his bunched fists on his hips.
His consortium of various assistants and note-takers struggled, all the while, to multi-task keeping up with their presidents brisk pace and following along with his list of declarations and gesticulations. (trying vainly to sort irrelevant ranting from actual directions of note).
Bao had now walked past the tenkaichi arena’s arched gateway, and was proceeding through into the arena space, throngs of surprised (yet delighted) people kept at arms length as Bao continued his overly loud ranting (some waving, and occasionally receiving a nod, wave, or photogenic pose in return).
“This is a place of men!”, Bao stated, striking one such pose as a passer-by hastily snapped his picture
“- where we celebrate the great bond of friendship and non-conflict between our peoples... through the clash of our brave champions repeatedly punching the handsome right out of each-other’s faces. Truly there is no greater form of respect!”
He paused for a moment, mid stride“old-school fireworks - to announce the opening of the ceremony – they’ll be right there! Raha!” (he vaguely indicated in no particular direction, giving no real indication of where ‘there’ actually was meant to be at all, much to the chargrin of his associates)
“Now, we need to make sure all the of the earth’s greatest are here to represent us, so spread the word, I want posters everywhere - ‘are you a great martial artist? Do you think you could represent earth at the 9th centurmalogical conferance? Well then you should have signed up several weeks ago to take part in the preliminary qualifiers, as all entrance is well and truly closed! We wouldn’t leave something so important to such a last minute luck of the draw!” He was pointing again, accusatorily, as if telling off his advisor for having raised such a silly notion in the first place
“..uh… sir, we tried to get the necessary approval for such organised representation, but you were… preoccupied, during each and every attempt”
Bao’s brow furrowed, as if he didn’t quite understand what the suited woman was getting at
“so it has simply not been done… I do have the paperwork here however if you would now be willing to sign at last, we may yet be able to organise at least some form of representation process...."
Bao had grabbed both the offered pen and scrunched papers and signed several squiggles all in the wrong place, flicking the pen back over his shoulder at the stern secretary and passing the bunched papers to the man at his left. “Well why didn’t you say so! there you go, done and dusted”
(from this the presidents officers would at the very least be able to authorise official invitations to all registered martial arts academies, and provide participant fliers for those looking to not just come as a guest, but register to compete for them self, which one of the president’s advisers would no doubt have to fill out and file on Bao’s behalf before the day of the event…)
As Bao continued to stride onward, a startled tenkaichi organiser had attempted to interject, but the President had already pushed past as his declarations and planning continued, sizing up every which way and holding his fingers out like a frame(as artists are sometimes seen to do), obliviously walking/tearing his way through a paper frame with the tenkaichi budokai’s logo on it.
The rest of the group had slowly dropped off under the various obstacles
“Mr President, we must really insist that you return…” began a fox-like humanoid in a blue suit, who had briskly caught up after being waylaid by the sign, and was now leaning against the side of an arena platform as he called to the president.
Bao however was now standing directly in the middle of one of the arena spaces, having waltzed head-first(completely unabashed) into this otherwise restricted area .
“Added to which sir…” The man cleared his throat somewhat delicately, “I think the two fighters we’re interrupting here would like to finish their match”
Indeed, two burly but perplexed-looking martial artists had been forced to pause, mid-rush, as Bao had stepped up onto the centre of the arena between them, walking backwards and continuing to hold his fingers out as he measured up one of the VIP seating spaces on the second floor balcony, one eye closed and lips poked out thoughtfully. The fighters weren’t the only ones staring, as the sparse crowd of onlookers and various officials also joined in.
“What? Oh… uh.. so they do…” Bao voice shifted as a small blush peeked across his cheek, though he hid it under his usual rambunctious swagger;
“Rahaha, don’t mind me gentlemen, this is just a uh… stage inspection” He picked up a grain of grit off the ground and rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger, inspecting closely, go so far as to dab it on his tongue before making two quick wider glances and dusting his hands off somewhat overdramatically.
“Yes sir, uh, everything checks out here, very…inspecticle…. Uh… Good work, no suspicious tricktruckery, just the what we like to see… as you were gentlemen” he coughed once, before he and his cohort quickly made their way off the arena space and back out the way the came, Bao tearing a second hole in the paper frame just next to the one he’d caused on the way in.
… It would truly be a miracle if the entire conference didn’t end up as a complete disaster.