Post by Capper the Patroller on Dec 4, 2017 15:06:22 GMT
Capper's fused cousins were always a fan favorite in the Hoffersons. Several Chires aggresivelly soccer-mommed in the stands. A single Collard seemed to be managing the group.
"In the Middle League we have Cerlu and... A scribbled name. Blugh."
Recommended NPC: U2 Totally-Not-Beelzebub. The mustache glasses fool you into thinking this is a different demon for a moment. Nonchalantly, your opponent still doesn't seem to notice you've come onto the battlefield... You're still not sure if this is the Demon Prince himself with those glasses.
ROUND ONE of the Minor League's Multiversal Tournament has begun! Feel free to make your own NPC for this non-player combatant, use the one staff brainstormed, or simply skip the fight if you do not wish to write a solo. The max word count is 2000 words. If you skip, victory will be presumed against the recommended NPC for the sake of the visual bracket.
Post by Cerlu Hofferson of U16 on Dec 5, 2017 4:14:24 GMT
[Round One - Totally-Not-Beelzebub]
“Totally-Not-Beelzebub, huh?” The Fusion spoke to himself as he marched to the arena, stretching his arms out to prepare. “Sounds like he'll be a good challenge” Cerlu stepped into the arena to see his opponent already there. It was a slim, purple skinned teen looking boy with spiky hair and a cocky smile. It reminded the fusion of that one demon he’d heard legends of, Beelzebub, but that couldn't be him, his name was TOTALLY NOT Beelzebub. That sounds nothing like Beezlebub! Plus, those glasses, giant nose and mustache were DEFINITELY not the feature of the master of HFIL.
The half demon scratched his head and smirked. “Jeez, a kid this thin got into middle league?” chuckled the Fusion, walking up to the figure. The boy didn’t seem to acknowledge the fusion… annoying, but Cerlu still laughed, patting the U2 boy’s head. “It almost feels bad for me to beat you!” The child turned and looked at the Fusion with evil eyes, smiling big. “Hands. Off.” Cerlu let go and help his hands up, backing up to his side of the arena. “Okay then, mister freaky butt…”
The alert to fight went off soon enough and the warriors took their stances… er… Cerlu did, the other boy was more occupied in staring at the crowd. What was he looking for? Didn't he realize there was a fight right in front of him? Cerlu growled and jumped at the Demon, throwing a fist at it's back. Though the punch was fast, it failed to hit as TNB disappeared from sight, reappearing behind Cerlu with a laugh.
“What, you're actually trying? That's sad.” The fusion jolted around and growled, eyeing the boy with glowing souls within them. “You wanna run that by me, again, kid?” Culu was starting to shine within the teen as the Fusion started to slouch. “You're trying. That's lame.” Never in all of the Fusion's time did he hear of someone mocking effort. Cerlu started to march towards the Demon, halting right of front him…
And slapped him.
“That's for being rude.”
“That's for mocking me”
And again, but the last one held a purple glow as Cerlu backhanded TNB, sending the glasses flying off to reveal the face of the Demon, making everyone gasp…
Cerbris’ super analytics had failed to recognize Beelzebub and was in awe to see the king of demons… as a MIDDLE LEAGUE fighter! Wasn't this guy immortal or something?! “Y-you broke my glasses!” stuttered Beelzebub, forming a red ball in his hand. “YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT”
The orb grew and grew and grew until it filled up the entire arena. It was terrifying… it was powerful… the Demon threw the orb at Cerlu, an almost certain finish. “Good-bye, Nerdbane!” The child snickered, the ball landing upon the floating platform ever so slowly for dramatic effect from the Demon. The audience gasped as the first competitor of the Multiverse Tourney was just killed… or was he?
A finger tapped Beelzebub’s shoulder, forcing the child turn to reveal-
A slap to the face.
“And that's for trying to kill me” Cerlu was just fine and the orb had missed the fighter. I mean, c'mon it was moving like a slug! The orb of ki disappeared to nothing and a new ball of ki was in the hand of the Fusion. As one might claim it was ki, the fighter wielding this power knew without a doubt that this was a miniature black hole, capable of manipulating gravity. The two fighters stared at each other. “Is this gunna hurt?” Mumbled Beelzebub, crossing his arms as he prepares for impact.
“Hmm... “ Cerlu thought for a second as the ball started to spark with energy. “I certainly hope so.” With those final words, the orb was thrown forward, the black vortex sucking down the commander of HFIL with crushing force. Cerlu smirked and waved as the orb flew past the Demon, who seemed to be handling it. The gravity of the passing void started to pull on the Demon, forcing him along with the ball of death and off the side of the arena and out into space.
“I WILL RETURN, YOU HOFFER-SHIT!”
But the fusion did not hear, for he was too distracted by the crowd… a sweet revenge finally together.