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Post by Capper the Patroller on Dec 4, 2017 18:56:49 GMT
Capper eyes the other Cipher in this name, momentarily worried the evil one applied twice. Thankfully, though, it's one of the good Ciphers. Capper sighs in relief. "Arena Fourteen, Major League. We've got Cipher against.. Someone, I guess."
Recommended NPC: U2 Sketch. This lady has a fond affinity for the Cappers and Chais of the multiverse. Don't trust her smile and niceness for your own good. There's only two modes of writing and fighting with Sketch; Fluff and Pain. 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.
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Post by Cipher 24 on Dec 4, 2017 20:58:14 GMT
The crowds were roaring as Cipher calmly stepped into the ring. Cipher had to admit, it was nice to actually have a match where it wasn't a life or death struggle. Just a tournament where people can engage in friendly competition. Still, he couldn't help but feel a little jittery. This was his first tournament after all. He looked over and saw Porsalynne and Charlene in the grand stands, cheering for him. Cipher smiled and gave them a wave.
As he stepped into the ring, he saw his first opponent. He didn't recognize her. A young woman with brown hair, glasses, and a friendly face. Probably from one of the other universes. Well, best to make a good first impression. "A pleasure to meet you," he said, giving a polite bow, "I'm Ci-" "Oh, I know who you are," she piped up cheerfully, "Cipher 24, second strongest member of the BBA and defender of Earth."
Cipher blinked. "How do you know me?" The woman give a big smile. "Oh, I know about all the different universes. Mostly the different Cappers and Chais, but it helps to know about the others as well." Cipher quirked an eyebrow. "Then you should know that I'm not longer a member of the BBA. I was fired." The woman blinked. "Really?" She pulled out a notepad and began to write it down. "I must remember for next time." Cipher tilted his head. "Next time what?" The woman gave a small shrug as she replaced the pad. "I'm a writer. I need to know these things."
Cipher looked at the woman warily. "And what,exactly, do you write?" Sketched paused, blushing when she realized she had said too much. "Erm, nevermind. Let'sfight!" Suddenly she shot towards Cipher, throwing a flurry of punches. Cipher just managed to comprehend what was happening just in time to block the oncoming assault. The crowd began to cheer. The fight was on.
Meanwhile, Porsalynne and Charlene watched from the stands. "So, she's a writer?" Porsalynne mused. Charlene grinned, "And she writes about dad!" She stood up, shouting out to the ring. "Hey! How about showing us some of your writing!" Sketch froze mid punch, giving a loud gasp as her eyes seemed to sparkle. There was a fan in the audience! "Yes! Of course!" she cheered out happily, pulling out a manuscript out of...somewhere, "Here!" She skillfully threw the manuscript, Charlene leaping up to catch it. "Let me see!" Porsalynne said happily, looking over to read what Charlene was holding.
As she read, her eyes began to widen.
Then she blushed.
Then she blushed really darkly as her hand moved to cover Charlene's hands. The young girl yelped out in protest, trying to see.
And Cipher noticed this. "Wait a minute, just what did she give yo-HEY!" He was cut off when Sketch suddenly resumed her attack on him. Cipher did his best to block and deflect her attacks, but he was also distracted by what his wife could possibly be reading. In the stands, Porsalynne's eyes were glued to the pages, her face beet red as she tried to avert Charlene's eyes from the pages. "Hey! Let us have a look!" one of the spectators behind her called out, trying to lean over her shoulder to read. Porsalynne yelped and jumped in her seat, one of the pages coming loose and flying. The female android cried out as she tried to snatch the page out of the air, but she missed. The paper floated through the air.
And smacked Cipher right in the face. The sudden distracted allowed Sketch to get in a clear blow to Cipher's head, knocking the android back. Cipher grunted and jumped back, pulling the paper away from his face. A page from Sketch's transcript. Now he could see what was bothering Porsalynne.
It was a story, about him...and...
If it was possible for Cipher to get any paler than he was, he succeeded. His eyes almost bugged out of his skull.
Sketch tried to capitalize on the distraction. She shot towards Cipher, swinging a leg out to kick her in the head.
Only for Cipher to catch the leg mid kick. Holding her in place, the android slowly pulled his eyes away from the page to look at the author. The expression on his face was really making Sketch regret some life choices.
"No...just...no!"
Gripping her leg tightly, Cipher began to swing Sketch around. The young woman cried out as she was swung around. With all his might, Cipher launched her life a hammer throw, sending her flying out of the ring and crashing into the wall. Sketch let out a dizzy groan as she slumped to the floor. The crowd was quiet for a second, before a cheer rang out. The match was over, though they couldn't help but feel like they missed something. Cipher didn't even look at his opponent as he quickly left the ring, a blanched look on his face.
Meanwhile, Porsalynne, still blushing, tucked the manuscript away into her dress. She would have to get that last page later, provided Cipher didn't destroy it first.
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Post by Capper the Patroller on Dec 14, 2017 12:26:05 GMT
Capper felt some weird.... connection to that Sketch person. He pushed it aside with a shrug for now. Clearing his throat, he'd eye the standings, briefly grimacing when eyeing Cipher's next opponent... "Cipher advances to round two against... Realigner Red! Uh, good luck!"
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