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Post by Maeve Rakshasa on Aug 9, 2015 6:19:53 GMT
South Capitol: one of the biggest tourist traps of the whole planet was, as usual, absolutely bustling with activity on one late summer's day. Walking the streets however, was not the typical bikini babes, over excited families, 'locals,' or grouchy old retirees. Most people gathered in the sunny capitol that day were in fact: warriors and fighters from all around the world. Some were geared in heavy armor that completely covered them from head to toe, others came practically bare exposing their battle scared bodies to the world, each fighter was garbed to their own personal tastes but each had something in common. Weapons. Each and every person their was armed with a bladed or blunt weapon of their choosing. Within the mass of warriors from across the globe (and beyond) was a sea of deadly weapons of varying shapes uses and sizes. A fire for battle burned in each and every man and woman's hearts as the gathered around, a mob of crazed fans and enthusiasts roaring as they all made their way to the center of the Capitol.
Just why were all the men and women gathered in the tacky South Capitol of all places? What could warriors of their caliber be walking on towards that got the citizens whipped up in a frenzy of hype? Why, it was for the "Coat of Arms" Tournament of course! People everywhere were spreading the news about the up and coming weapon based championship like wildfire and the turn out was immense. Not only for the fighters but for the crowds of excited spectators as well. A battle between two warriors allowing them to test their skill? Who didn't want to see that? It was all very exciting and that excitement positively charged the air and everyone around.
Among the warriors was the fiery dragoness: Maeve Rakshasa. The girl was eagerly awaiting to hear more about this tournament as much as everyone else, and by the way she was dressed and armed it was clear that she had every intention on competing. Her friend and pseudo student: Scampi had told her about the upcoming tournament a few weeks prior and while his parents (understandably) forbid him to enter they didn't stop Maeve. In fact, they encouraged her to and were even among the crowd cheering for her and the other gathered fighters as they made their way to the designated meeting area. In the meantime, she wandered a bit. Her golden gaze looked over the various fighters that were gathered with interest, with her experience she could pick up on little details they gave off and make assumptions on their skill based on things such as their build, stance, their weapon choice, and even the look in their eyes. From what she was seeing she could tell that she wouldn't be disappointed.
With a soft smile Maeve would cross her arms and get in a relaxed (if not slightly impatient) stance. There was so much hype and so much left to wonder about that it was hard to wait for things to start moving! She was eager to test her abilities and excited to see just how she compared to some of the strongest warriors in the mortal realm.
Current PL: 26,220
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Post by Cier Inedil on Aug 11, 2015 10:44:40 GMT
Cier Inedil, CEO of the Superbellum Arms Factory - she thought of herself, then tasted the new title's potential - Champion of the Coat of Arms Tournament. It sounded a bit stupid for her... But PR is PR, and if you want to have good PR, better start sponsoring such an event or just appear and try to put on things.
She had been chosen by the committe to be the representative - mostly because if she wins, she shows that even the less militant of them can be some kind of force to be reckoned with. If she does not wins, she then just shows off that she is a fair loser and it still made a pretty nice lightshow.
Sadly, she is also the only one who is not necessarily needed for the manufacturing and has experience in fighting, so she has no better choice than doing it.
After landing, she goes there, followed by two managers. One brings a box of various weapons - one rifle, made to stun and one gauntlet, made to, well, punch things. Dressed in a catsuit with the logo on, Cier feels to be the most beautiful female on the arena ever. She might be wrong. Filling the registry papers, she patiently sits down and weights the unarmed rifle in her hands, hoping they will let her use this without considering her choice odd. She now just has to wait...
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Post by Kaula on Aug 15, 2015 3:32:31 GMT
Kaula sighed out as she wandered around the South Capital. Normally some people wouldn't stare at her very much, but the fact she was a Saiyan in what can only be described as a 'battle dress' with a massive sword on her back (compared to the rest of her body, that is).. Well.. That gets them looking. The armor itself looked like normal Saiyan armor. It was a bit slimming on her, except the waist had some extra armor that fitted around the woman to give a short skirt appearance that went roughly halfway down her thighs. She, however, soon paused. She noticed a nearby flier that she proceeded to take off of where it was posted.
"Coat of arms..?" she muttered to herself, "Weapon users..? Hmm. Can do." she thought back to where it all started. RIght here, actually. In this very city! Our grand heroine started her journey on earth after winning a simple tournament in some dingy, old gym ran by a greesy sleeze ball. A smile formed on her head as she thought back to simpler times. When she was weaker. When she wasn't busy protecting planets, apparently. Kaula shrugged, could be a nice distraction from what was about to come.
She moved to start heading towards the arena then. It didn't take her too long, as the glorious Saiyan Princess, as she referred to herself and made herself while Zucceta was away, filled out the papers. She glanced towards what seemed to be a.. Cat..? Likely one of those Zothropes or whatever they were called. Kaula let out an arrogant 'hmph' as she moved to brush her hands through her hair. Kaula just seemed to carry herself with a certain amount of.. Arrogance. And, judging from the fact she had a massive long sword that was nearly the size of her..? Well, she was either strong and skilled enough to wield and use such an ungodly thing; or she was foolish enough to try. Granted, those who had a scouter or could sense would be able to tell she was immensely powerful! Clearly some type of monkey goddess among men!
[Thread PL: 192,523]
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Post by Maeve Rakshasa on Aug 21, 2015 4:24:21 GMT
As Cier came up to the registry, one of the officials took the spacer's credentials. The young bespectacled man behind the counter adjusted his thick glasses as he looked over the feline in the catsuit with curiosity. She certainly didn't 'fit the bill' for what was expected of an armed warrior! Given her sleek form fitting suit and her thin build she looked far more like some sort of action movie super spy than a warrior. Still, he had seen plenty of types come through on their way to sign up and he wouldn't discriminate (though he might not have put any money down on her if he had to make a choice.) He quit his staring however as her two, no-nonsense looking managers approached. One held out the box containing the feline's weaponry of choice for inspection. The official pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he looked into the box. He blinked a few times seeing the gun resting in the container. “I'm sorry blasters are forbidden, despite the nature of this tournament the aim isn't to kill anybody...” He began only to be told by the neighboring manager that the weapon was in fact, a stun gun. “So you've come armed with a stun gun and a gauntlet of sorts? I suppose that's allowed, a little unorthodox but allowed. If we find out that gun does any more than stun you'll be disqualified and potentially faced with charges. So for your sake and the safety of our other competitors please keep that in mind.” He said with a smile. “Other than that, I wish you well! Champions are like blades: forged in the flames! If you can withstand the heat of battle and competition you can arise the new champion of the Coat of Arms! Good luck warrior!” He concluded with a rehearsed speech before he ushered her along.
The next person who approached to sign up was much closer to what the official expected to fit the bill of the warrior type. She had a strong build about her. It was the body type one would imagine for someone with extensive physical training under their belt. Her elegant but tough looking battle skirt was armored and ready for what struggles lie ahead. The young man blinked a few times as his gaze shifted upwards to trace over the large blade affixed to her back. He briefly wondered if such a large sword was unwieldy for the woman. He cut his gaze back to the girl however as she began to sign her forms. He took the paper and checked it out for himself. "Everything seems to be in order here miss... Koala Flowa?" He mused, as he tried to pronounce her name. "Hmmm... Anyhoo, you're all good to go! I hope for the best for you! Remember, a weapon must be struck to be shaped into greatness. If you can withstand the strikes you too shall be shaped into greatness as our new Champion! Good luck warrior!" He said with a smile and a nod as he bid the saiyaness farewell.
As the feline Zoanthrope contemplated the tournament ahead of her and the saiyaness strut among the contestants like a goddess among men a new contender would slip in. The dragoness swordswoman: Maeve Rakshasa managed to make her way to the registry after the tedious wait. She walked through the makeshift waiting area with a fiery sense of determination burning in her eyes. She kept her gaze forward but was careful to pick up on any and every interesting looking fighter there was. The first person she picked out was Cier. She was clad in gear the demoness wasn't familiar with and cradling what looked to be one of the guns mortals seemed to be fond of. If she recalled correctly: those firearms were adept at striking at a range much like ki blasts. If those were allowed, she would have to be careful in not giving her opponent the range to make a clear shot. Though if she could move faster than she could react perhaps she could draw fire and counter accordingly...
As she was brainstorming possible counter strategies the youngest heiress of the Rakshasa clan would step past the self titled "princess" of the saiyans. She paused for a moment as their paths crossed in that breath of a moment she could instantly tell that this woman was to be no joke. Her posture exuded confidence and she could practically feel the raw pressure her powerful form emanated all around her. The way she strolled past made it seem as if she thought herself in a league of her own and for a brief moment she believed it. She blinked as she caught a second glance of the strange saiyan vixen...There was something familiar about her, like she had seen her somehow before...
"Miss?"
A voice called out, interrupting the demoness' train of thought. She turned her amber gaze to the official who was patiently awaiting her. She regained her composure and approached the table where she could fill out her forms. The armored Dragoness looked to the paperwork before her and gave a solemn nod.
"I wont lose, I'm going to be the champion!"
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Post by Cier Inedil on Aug 21, 2015 17:18:22 GMT
She waits the process being over.
"Only stun are present, and the gauntlet is just a left gauntlet." she says, and then smiles. Of course they accept. People think that a gun is not useful for close quarter combat situations. Time to prove otherwise...
"Thank you."
She sits down and gets ready for the fighting - holding the rifle in her right and take the empowered gauntlet on her left. Now, she considers herself ready. Waiting remains...
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Post by Kaula on Aug 22, 2015 9:34:16 GMT
Kaula's eyes glanced towards the cat person first. She had a.. Weapon..? Well, to be more exact, a gun? Just a gun? Really? The Saiyan let out a loud chuckle as she shook her head slowly as she went to look towards some of the other people. And that's when she saw her. The red haired.. Half.. Person..? Half.. What? Half Saibaman or something? It was all green skinned and all. Was probably, like, part Saibaman. Right? Right. The Saiyan nodded her head slowly. Even if she was part Saibaman, however, she looked rather serious.
Not only that, she wasn't using a gun! She was using a sword! Another sword user, good, she thought as she went to start grinning again. Too bad none of these warriors were anywhere near her in terms of power. She was a league of her own. The Saiyan Hybrid just went to cross her arms as she closed her eyes, simply waiting.
(Sorry for the small post. Not too much to do.)
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Post by Maeve Rakshasa on Aug 26, 2015 18:03:37 GMT
As the sign ups finished up: the various fighters, all eagerly awaiting for their chance to attain glory through combat, would be corralled outside and towards the docks of the South Capitol. Crowds of cheering people lined the pathway that the fighters were lead down. The air continued to be charged with excitement as the group made their way towards the docks to begin the tournament. Maeve looked among the cheering crowds, the sea of faces was nearly overwhelming to the timid dragoness but even she was getting fired up by their cheers. She felt almost like some great hero returning after saving the world or something. Wouldn't that be a nice scenario? Being not recognized as some sort of strange beast but as a true hero. The demoness supposed that today, walking side by side with all these fighters with a crowd all cheering them on would be a close enough substitute. At least for now.
During the woman's daydreams she nearly missed that everyone was suddenly stopping. She stumbled, nearly crashing into the tigress that had come to the battle armed with a blaster and a gauntlet. “Sorry!” She quickly apologized for nearly toppling into her before she glancing upward. Her golden eyes fluttered in confusion at what appeared to be a massive yacht. “Oh my... That certainly is...Something else.” Maeve uttered in a mixture of awe and skepticism at the giant (slightly overblown) ship. She glanced to the tigress and offered her a soft smile. “I hope no one gets seasick while fighting.” She joked with a soft little giggle.
Before she could continue her conversation, a grand screen would activate displaying an image of a Short stoutly frog zoanthrope standing on a podium. With a sudden burst of energy the man would spring up and outstretch his hands in a dramatic display of grandiose enthusiasm. “Welcome! Welcome! Welcome! To all the warriors of Earth and beyond! I am Ser Glen! I, the curator of this fine tournament, happily welcome you and all the eager fans awaiting to view this testament of might and skill!” He boldly called out to the gathered people with a slight 'ribbit.' “Aboard this fine vessel will be where our tournament shall take place. To the fighters (and to those lucky enough to snatch a ticket) you shall be treated to all the comforts of a cruise and all the food you can eat so you can relax and enjoy yourself during the tournament!” This announcement spurred some excitement for more than a few fighters gathered. Maeve wasn't the type to be pampered or to gorge herself on food so it didn't really affect her personally, though she supposed the gesture was kind enough.
“For those not in 'the know' I shall go over the rules before we get ourselves started!” Ser Glen said after a brief pause. “This will be a single elimination tournament of weapon users from across the globe. Each match up shall be randomly determined and will pit one fighter against another till we get our champion!” Maeve raised a brow before looking through the crowd towards that saiyan woman she crossed earlier. There was a chance she could be paired against her in the first round! She briefly wondered how that match would play out... Was she really as good as she appeared? She cut her gaze back to the screen as the curator began speaking once more. “Unlike most tournaments this tournament will work on a point system. Clean strikes with one's weapon will net you points. Techniques such as energy blasts or barehanded strikes will not be allowed and if you are forced from the ring you are out.” He explained before placing his hands on his hips. “The first to five points shall take the round and move on! Those injured shall receive proper treatment so they may enjoy the rest of the tournament.” He said smiling and 'ribbiting' once more. “So without further ado: fighters! Fans! Please make your way aboard!”
A cheer rang out throughout the capitol as the tournament was finally ready to get underway. As everyone loaded up into the ship it would set sail to cruise on the open waters of the sea.
The fighters would be lead through grand halls till reaching a rather expansive and lavish waiting area. It was packed with lines of food, comfy chairs and a few large monitors that showed both listings of the fighters and their stats but also images of the (currently empty) ring at the top of the deck. All in all it was certainly a fancy affair worthy of getting hyped up about.
Maeve looked around with wide eyes before hearing something on one of the screens that demanded her attention. She tilted her head lightly, looking up to see the names being shuffled to get the first match up. Her eyes practically spun in her head as she watched the names and images of the fighters shuffle on the screen to give everyone a visual on the randomized match up. She watched intently as the roulette began to slow down, the faces and names actually becoming recognizable. The dragoness held her breath in anticipation and watched as the names slowed to a stop.
“Cier Inedil” The first one read, showing an image of the spacer looking prim and proper. Her photo made it look like she was ready for anything, that she had the means to best any foe.
“Kaula Flahwur” The other read, showing the visage of the half blooded saiyan smirking with raw confidence. She looked like she was ready to crush anything, that she had the sheer force to overwhelm any that dared to cross her.
“Would you two fighters please make it to the ring!” An announcer called out as the decision was made. The first match was about to begin!
Gonna pull myself out of posting order while you two hash it out, I'll hop in with reaction posts when I can. Sorry about my shit interbutts ;-;
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Post by Cier Inedil on Aug 26, 2015 23:00:01 GMT
She gives a smile on the dragoness while deciding that a medium nerve-shock on wide setting will be good. She takes in the rules from the zoantrophe while considering the idea of a cluster bomb to pierce the skyship's hull and demolishing all that keeps it above. She listens to the rules while setting her gun on the settings she chosen and tests the energy shield's charge battery. And then she looks up when she hears her name. Nice photo chosen... But they cut the advertisements, it seems. Why doing a PR run if you can not promote the product? Well, She will fight some Kaula. Good. Armed and ready, she walks on the testamonial area. (I am awfully sorry... i just can not make a big epic reply like you do.  ) |
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Post by Kaula on Sept 2, 2015 6:36:32 GMT
Kaula stood there silently. She exhaled a bit loudly from the announcement as she turned to lazily look towards the large boat that was going to be where the tournament was held. She found it slightly odd, for sure. Why? Well, in all her time here she had never been on one! The Crane Student hadn't had a need for those silly modes of transportation! She could fly!
It took her a few moments, however, as she was gawking at the massive ship. She eventually noticed the broadcast. There was a zoanthrope. She hadn't seen a whole lot of them, of course. But here there were two. And, in her opinion.. Well, they weren't worth much. Probably worse then humans. The girl scoffed out a little bit, simply shaking her head as she listened. "Yada yada.." she muttered out, "Blah blah blah. He's a frog. Blah blah. Tournament. Yada yada, go on.." she continued to mutter under her breath during the announcement before the girl with the massive sword went to start walking towards the ship. While she didn't care much, she did have to admit.. The place was pretty damn danky. She liked it.
However, upon getting in the waiting room and getting a chance to stand around a bit, the Saiyaness couldn't take it upon herself to get all up in dat grub table, you know!? Why? Why you wonder!? Why would such a glorious Saiyan be unable to gorge down on delicious grub!? Well, you may ask yourself that! But all one would have to do is glance at the Saiyan to notice she was looking a little bit sickly. Apparently, due to never actually being on one of these ships before; other then a Space Ship which was vastly different, the Saiyaness hadn't notice that she and ships of this type don't really go together that well. Still, upon the announcement, she'd gag out quietly before moving to make her way to the ring.
Once there, she glanced at the cat -like zoanthrope. Stared at her. It was the one from before. She moved to slowly draw the massive blade from it's sheathe before letting it crash down onto the ground nearby. She lightly gripped the hilt with one hand as another came up to her mouth to gag lightly. Could such a Saiyan even hold the massive sword that was pretty much as big as her?
In short, she knew she could. But her opponent didn't. Hell, while the Saiyaness felt sickly, she sized up her opponent. She was weak. Signifigantly weak. If Kaula didn't even go full power, she'd be able to easily overpower her. "You can go first.. You.. .. Thing." the crane student said with a slow shrug.
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KP: 3/3
(Sorry for the wait, forgot about this thread)
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Post by Maeve Rakshasa on Sept 4, 2015 2:42:19 GMT
Maeve sat in the waiting room watching the screen as the two competitors enter the ring. It seemed the two that she had picked out in the crowd were going ahead and fighting first. That was okay in her book, if anything it meant she could try and come up with a decisive counter strategy. She watched each of them square off, the tigress had her weapon primed and ready and the shaggy haired woman with the mighty blade was...Stumbling? Was this part of her fighting style? The curious Maeve wasn't sure... She had no idea that she was currently fighting on two fronts. One against her tiger foe and her blaster and one against her seasick stomach.
"Hmm this should be interesting." She uttered to herself as she crossed her arms, waiting for the fight to start. From a glance this battle seemed like it'd be a war for 'area control' with it clearly favoring the tigress. Though, if the other woman had enough speed she might be able to close that gap and overwhelm her. Given the similarity in their weaponry Maeve was projecting her own tactics unto Kaula without realizing it. The half saiyan could and probably would do something completely unexepcted. It was exciting to speculate on and even more exciting to watch.
As soon as the two fighters got ready an announcer would do his best to get the crowd stoked. He was a young man with a lean build, dark skin, with super short dark hair (cut in a buzz cut) sporting a rather square looking face. He was wearing a snazzy black suit with a pair of thick black shades to match. "Are you all ready to get it on?!" He cried out to the audience creating a roar of cheers. "Alright we've got two crazy fighters here today I'm sure it'll be one hell of a show! Only one can be labeled 'the champ' so lets get it on!" He said pumping the arena with enthusiasm.
He dramatically pointed a finger towards them. "Fighters ready?! Begin!" He called out, an official striking a nearby gong to signify the start of the match. Maeve sat comfortably in the waiting room as she kept her gaze fixated on the screen. What was going to happen?
Bleh short late post
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Post by Cier Inedil on Sept 4, 2015 11:12:38 GMT
((This is a very short one... So, I hope I did well.))
She stood up and waited for the gong... And the opponent given her the first strike. Let's make it count... Cier changed the range to 5 meters, aimed and pressed the trigger.
A 5-meter long cone of air, starting from the barrel of the blaster, had been charged with electric bolts. It was as if a lightning storm would have been squeezed into a tiny area, where every lightning came from one small point and randomly striking out, making a cone of light.
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Post by Kaula on Sept 5, 2015 1:12:07 GMT
Kaula just seemed to be standing there, lazily moving side to side for a few moments. She didn't seem to do much other then that after the gong stopped. Well, in fact, she had managed to stop moving side to side and back and forth with the boat, at least. The Saiyaness was just standing there now. She stared at the Cat person for a while as she readied her weapon. As she pulled the trigger, she didn't seem to do anything. The Saiyaness? She just kept standing there. In fact, was she even blinking? It didn't look like she was breathing either! Weird! Of course, after the cat fired, the lightening happened to get close to Kaula before she just.. Disappeared? What? For experienced fighters, they would know that Kaula had used an After Image. She was at such an intense power that moving full speed, the other fighter likely wouldn't be able to follow her movements. The Saiyaness was already behind her opponent, moving to bring her massive great sword up to slap the cat in the side roughly with the blunt of her blade. It was bound to hurt a lot, considering how powerful the Saiyaness was, even if she was holding back a bit so she didn't outright kill her opponent. ((Maeve is out of the posting order, so it's just me and you, Cier.  )) |
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Post by Cier Inedil on Sept 5, 2015 17:32:28 GMT
This is too easy... MOVE! She rolls forward, avoiding the majority of the sword, yet still getting a smack with it. She barely aims and just cranks the range on 3 meters, wide angle, squeezing the trigger once again - mid flight by the hit, landing on the floor on her side, breath knocked out of herself. Cier tries to roll a bit away, but not really able to move.
A lousy way to fight, darnit. She barely can move from the floor...
((Because I got no idea how else it would go without cheating a lot for her luck.))
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Post by Kaula on Sept 5, 2015 23:37:35 GMT
Kaula simply grinned as she saw the first hit connect! "ONE!" the insane Saiyaness roared out as she moved to follow after her. Of course, she was happy to see the attack connect. And, she did see the Zanthrope move to pull the trigger. The shock hit the Saiyan but.. Well.. It didn't seem to do much to the Saiyan as she just continued to charge towards the cat. The sword user moved to raise her blade up before slashing forward, attempting to slash through the rifle! While they each got a hit on each other, the Saiyan was trying to disarm the other woman.
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Post by Cier Inedil on Sept 6, 2015 1:30:43 GMT
((Does she even stand a chance?))
Cier rolls from the way of the swordwoman and moves the shock intensity to a higher setting. She does not attempt to block the attack in favour of moving away from it, then fills the general direction with highly powered stun.
Why it just fails to work? Her muscles should be full of electric dis charge, burning the swordswoman's nerves... Unless she has some kind of energy shield. That must be it.
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