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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Sept 17, 2016 7:08:07 GMT
Perhaps gambling upon the idea that those two had learned to sense Ki was an unfortunate mistake. Fantastic, now both Noxa and Namorel likely know; their lacking reactions of a "mysterious figure" made sure of that much. Well, at least he'd get to spectate upon a few matches. Shifting within the open air as the newcomer spoke, a tournament was suggested. A honeymoon even sparked the idea; how quaint. Lowering his cranium to gaze upon the bare Ki signatures, a pair of shut eyelids revealed each flaring inch of the accumulated Ki. One akin to a classic demon, Noxa, Namorel, two Arcosians, a Majin, even another Saiyan warrior. Each of them varied in power; some of which the hybrid suspected of bearing training weights. Of course, he's been incorrect about such things prior to this day. Slipping a brief telepathic link with the suggesting Demon, Celmaru spoke curtly.
'I suppose I could participate, as well. I recommend you disclose the details before some of the more boisterous ones here become impatient.'
Forcefully disconnecting the line, the hybrid the shoved his Ki into Noxa's mind, thrusting an extremely curt message before leaving her mind silently.
'A honeymoon is a tradition for newlywed couples to go on a trip to celebrate their marriage!'
The hybrid often wasn't exactly sure what it was about Noxa to so swiftly infuriate him like this, however Celmaru certainly didn't prefer this. Taking a rather drawn out mental sigh, the hybrid left himself to his thoughts whilst everyone spoke aloud. One after another, a warrior decided to take part in the event. Yet, another figure was flickering among the others; a seemingly feral, albeit differing Ki. One of those creatures that the hybrid has admittedly seen little of; a Saibaman.
'Oh gods dammit.'
From what little experience Celmaru had with Saibamen...they appeared a bit explosive. How did Celmaru fail to notice this minuscule beast sooner? The hybrid could barely resist the urge to grumble as another telepathic message came over him.
'I sense some rather feminine signatures over there, husband~'
'...Do not send the spirit of Death upon me, please.'
'Now why would I ever do that~?'
'...You know why.'
'My my, who else might be over there? Is that Noxa I sense, as well~?'
'Yes...yes that is indeed, er....Noxa.'
'You don't sound very jovial about that fact, husband.'
'She's a rather...strange case.'
'Come now Celmaru, give her time; she'll surely learn.'
'...We'll see.'
As the cloaked hybrid stood in wait, the following signatures would likely continue to interact. Another suppressed signature of Ki would inch its way towards the others, however it would likely still be a short while until Phae arrived. As for the plausible prize, Celmaru didn't expect much of anything, if not nothing at all...however others that may appear greedy may hope for otherwise. Regardless, perhaps there would be something intriguing to come from this haphazard encounter?
I do truly apologize for the delay, everyone! Its been a rather busy week... DX
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Post by Tourit on Sept 18, 2016 4:36:15 GMT
“Ok, lots of people interested! Great!” Tourit exclaimed. “And everyone can enter. I won’t deny entrance to anyone who wants to participate.”
Tourit was positively confused when Noxa spoke up about his honeymoon. “Bees? What are talking about…a rock…” He thought to himself, not occuring to him that she was simply confused. “But as for the prize for the tournament, it’s quite simply really. Other than the chance to test out your skill against others, the grand prize is…” Tourit struck a cool looking pose, with one arm above his head, and the other pointed out in front of him (think Ginyu’s technique pose in Raging blast 2). “You get to fight me! Oh, and bragging rights I guess.”
“Let’s just hope whoever fights me doesn’t break any of my bones. There will probably be some strong people here, considering how strong that android a while back was…” He thought to himself.
Tourit scanned around himself once more. “So a lot of interesting characters then. An invisible man, humans, aliens, and…” Tourit looked at Rafar. “And what did you say you were? A Saiyan? Never heard of em.” The prince then decided to explain the rules, and decided to base them off of the tournaments that were held on Tayona. “The rules will be simple, win by either knocking out your opponent, or knocking them out of the ring. Back on my planet, rules on killing varied, but I suppose we should keep it clean, so no death.” Tourit then scratched his head and thought of something. “But, I guess we’ll need a ring. And an audience. And some judges I guess. We’ll need a lot of things, actually. This planet has a ring for tournaments, right?”
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Post by Lord Retsu on Sept 18, 2016 18:45:08 GMT
Retsu chuckled at rafar and shook his head. "I'm merely poking fun Rafar. No need to take it seriously." The arcosian then quieted down as The others in the area spoke up about wanting to join the tournament. He moved a hand up to his scouter, tapping it a few times, to scan everyone's projected power level, along with logging them into his logs for further review. It was going to be important in his training.
When Tourit spoke up about a prize, and what it was he frowned. "Aren't prizes supposed to be some frivolous useless item? Like a trophy or something of that sort? I mean I won't deny that I want to fight you, but instead of a prize, why not have that be the final bout FOR the prize?" He Shook his head. "Having it be something so trivial almost doesn't make it worth it." He looked to the others to see their reactions.
"Regardless I will be competing. I need to see just how well my training has been going for me." He spoke. "Even if the prize is rather lackluster."
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Post by EGG on Sept 24, 2016 21:47:49 GMT
Having sat there as he observed the group, EGG was trying his best in order to observe each and every person here in order to get a read on them. Most of them seemed odd looking, but genuinely interested in the brawl that this host was offering. None of them seemed odd to the saibaman, although no one was acting odd and acting rather kind to one another. Hell, most of the people seemed to know each other, which made his presence her seem as if he was intruding in a very personal gathering of sorts.
Then the host of the tournament would speak, talking about the many different things that he would need to make this tournament a reality, including a prize. He offhandedly mentioned that fighting him would be the biggest prize for this tournament, a little notion that was quite infuriating for a certain Arcosian as he voiced his complaints about the demon being the prize of this tournament. Shaking his head, Egg would make a suggestion off the top of his head, "Bad idea for prize. Know for fact that almost-nude woman is stronger than you by lots, comparing ki between two of you."
As he said this, he pointed between the woman known as Noxa and the demon who claimed to be the prize, before continuing on, "Me have idea to make things even. Why not make tournament a royale... Er, Battle Royale. We fight each other all at once, and last one standing win." The saibaman grinned one hell of a cheeky grin at his idea, as it seemed really smart to him.
(OOC: Sorry for the delay... Work, Being wiped out by going to gym, and parents needing me for random things pulled me away from this
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 6:52:48 GMT
Namorel gave permission to skip “Yeah! I’m pretty awesome, aren’t I?” Noxa asked rhetorically, puffing out her chest as she lathered in her own ego — something that the pink saibaman had completely enabled thanks to his little off-the-cuff comment. Either way, the scarlet-haired amazon found herself shrugging. As far as she cared the tournament was already in the bag; she was going to take this one home for Celmaru and Namorel — make her boys proud! There, the eccentric virago floated, beaming like the moron she was. She remained floating beside the man whose delusions of grandeur rivaled those of Noxa — maybe his were even more intense. Still, as if her entry wasn’t made blatant enough, Noxa pointed at the man. “Yeah! I’ll go ahead and enter! Sign me up: N-O-X-A; got it memorized? Good!” With Noxa’s Axelent entry having been hopefully cemented in place, the woman began floating away from the gathering of warriors. “Now, you all look like a real lovely bunch of muscle bounds fighters, but I’ve got places to be. So, if you’ll excuse me.” Her form began to float back, the bikini-clad redhead hardly so much as glancing over at her disguised master, as a singular thought rolled out in her mind — she hoped he was able to ‘read’ it. ‘I’m going to spy on some of these guys and gauge their power; then I’ll pass by the beach. Say ‘hi’ to the wife for me!’Turning fully, Noxa looked over to Shemha, giving an energy-filled wave to her bubble[gum] body. A toothy smile accompanied the wave, though Noxa didn’t descend to greet or socialize. Instead, a vermilion aura enveloped the woman once more before she shot out from the scene; lowering her power level she hid nearby, waiting to follow the nearest exiting member as to further learn more about the competition.
Exiting thread; taking PL w/ Heavy Weights
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Post by Shemha on Oct 2, 2016 15:38:34 GMT
The prize mattered little to Shemha for what she hoped to collect from this tournament was not monetary winnings or some exhibition match against the host, but information about all those that entered it. Her whole purpose for coming to Earth was to do just that, learn and observe. If she could couple that objective with a tournament that allowed her to test and expand her own set of skills, then it was a win all around. Still, there was one large question nagging at her. Was the point of this tournament really for their honeymoon as the male stated? To her it just felt…off.
Of course she had no information to back that up, but she was naturally untrustworthy of others. Not because they had done her any wrong, but because she felt trust most definitely needed to be earned. Out of all those gathered here, only the wild red head’s words held any merit.
Silently she wondered exactly where they would house this, so many powerful fighters present they couldn’t just go at it anywhere they pleased. Tourit’s mention of a ring for tournaments held her interest, but she was unaware of what he might be referencing. What the Majin needed was more details and with her entry already confirmed, there was little she could offer to the planning of this even. So, patiently, she waited to hear what the decision would be.
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Post by Rafar on Oct 3, 2016 21:42:36 GMT
Rafar snorted in response to Retsu’s comment, but said nothing further as the sign-ups commenced in earnest. “Fighting you seems to be a rather lackluster prize for all involved, not to be greedy. The strongest ones here could crush you like a bug, and that wouldn’t be very fun to watch, as amusing as it would be.” He grinned as his tail cut paths through the air, his scouter assigning names to the entities shouting out their names to be recorded for future refrence. “I think everyone would prefer a reward that is a little more……useful.”
He had acquired names and estimated power readings for all present except a cloaked figure watching from the streets below. He didn’t think much of it though, the figure hadn’t seemed interested in the proceedings thus far, and hadn’t even asked to register. He suspected that NOXA knew the cloaked man, by the way she was pointedly ignoring him, though it could be because of her lack of a scouter.
Rafar cocked his head curiously as the thought passed through his disciplined mind, why weren’t half the fighters present equipped with scouters? Maybe they were just concealing them or had found an alternate device for detecting ki. Whatever the reason, the Sayian was just about done here. There was just one more thing, “When will this tournament be held?” He needed to know how much time he had to prepare for what seemed to be becoming the fight of his life.
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Post by Polara Thermia on Oct 6, 2016 3:17:03 GMT
(Sliding back in the posting order here!)
The Namekian seemed to be rather quiet, oddly enough not speaking for the time being. Choosing not to pay attention to the oddly silent warrior, the Arcosian's gaze turned to the Majin in turn. Ironically, the first thought she came up with was the pink goo that earthlings chewed; that sticky substance called bubblegum. Was this red creature Cherry or strawberry flavored..? Slightly embarrassed, the general shook her head and self chastised her thoughts.
Their newest recruit was seemingly eager to needle the other Arcosian, to which the cyan-eyed warrior shot the black-haired Saiyan a warning glare that clearly said behave. The demon began speaking again, to which the female turned her attention back to the host of this tournament. He spoke of a tournament ring, to which it took her a few moments to think before distracted by Retsu, who spoke of his willingness to join.
Once the Saibaman spoke of making a battle royale, it definitely interested the general's thought process. The bio-android was taking her leave, to which Polara merely gave a quick salute to the departing woman. Who, in her opinion, REALLY NEEDED TO WEAR MORE CLOTHING. Rafar spoke up again, to which the Arcosianess cringed and glared once more at him. A 'little more useful reward' seemed not only grateful, but disrespectful at the same time.
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Oct 7, 2016 21:02:51 GMT
Oh boy, bragging rights; like Celmaru truly had any rights to those. The hybrid expressed a brief snort, leaving only his facial features to display his opinion upon the matter. Yet, it was when Tourit mentioned his lack of knowledge of the Saiyan race...the hybrid nearly choked upon air. The warrior race of Saiyans were some of the most common knowledge in the universe; much more so of their habits and lust for power. With a strange twitch of the eye, the cloaked hybrid simply stood in wait as the others babbled on. 'A need for an arena?...A bit unprepared, aren't you?'The hybrid thought in silence as Tourit voiced the lack of that essential substance. Slipping in yet another telepathic message to the demonic newlywed, Celmaru suggested two options. 'You have two choices upon this matter. There is a more private, yet perfectly suitable arena between Satan City and the Eastern Capitol; yet there will not be any judges, audience, or official referees. Yet, it will appear to be a more...organic...experience. A less seemingly staged act, and perhaps some clear air. Another option, in the Southern Islands; with an audience, referees, and maintenance staff...yet there will likely be no privacy for the contestants between matches. There is a frequently televised broadcast of tournaments there...the Tenkaichi Budokai grounds, if I recall correctly. Regardless, it is your choice.'The first location was indeed the same arena his cousins have utilized. It would be a smaller arena, merely beside a river atop a smaller hill. The forest would surround it, and a path would lead to it. The other would be a populated region, with many coming to and from the location to spectate fights. Then, as the hybrid suspected; the Saiyan with a scouter failed to suspect any better. Sighing in a particularly mental manner, a fictional breath of pseudo-disappointment escaping him, Celmaru gave Rafar a telepathic message as well. 'I would recommend making use of something beyond that scouter. Not everything is always as they seem. A scouter, especially on Earth, can very well lie to you. Advance your skill with your life energy, or you might face severe difficulty later on.'Pausing for a moment, noting the sudden leave of Noxa, followed by her evident absence, the hybrid nodded subtly. Despite the lack of a readable message, her desire to simply wait for the beginning was clear enough. Shrugging to adjust his cloak, Celmaru floated a few feet away, making brief conversation once more towards Tourit. 'If you decide to host the tournament in the more private arena, I will volunteer to guide you there. Otherwise...we shall head south.'The hybrid chose to ignore Rafar's earlier statement regarding the more tangible reward; as it was pointless. Tourit was here for a honeymoon, much less to reward strangers for their fighting capability. Floating a short distance above the group, the hybrid was well enough prepared to take lead if need be; either way, two locations that solve Tourit's immediate issue were proposed to him. It would be his choice to make way for one of them.
I believe Tourit is next, yes? owo
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Post by Tourit on Oct 9, 2016 2:01:05 GMT
“Well, there goes that chick.” Tourit thought to himself, watching Noxa fly away.
Hearing comments about the prize not being so good annoyed Tourit, but at the same time made him feel like he had gotten called out. The truth was that Tourit hadn’t brought much cash with him to use as a tournament prize, and the idea of the prize being the honor to fight him personally was thought up almost on the spot. He knew that people stronger than him would be joining for sure, and that he would most likely lose, but he still felt the urge to defend his image. “Well, are you implying yourself to be one of the stronger ones here then?” Tourit asked Rafar, looking directly at him. “Then I’ll look forward to fighting you in the finals.” He then turned his attention back to the group. “But I feel the reward of besting opponents in an arena should be all the satisfaction you should need. As for when the tournament will be held, I figure two weeks from now should be plenty of time to prepare.”
After announcing the date, Tourit’s mind immediately went to where the location should be. He then heard Celmaru’s voice in his head. Luckily, this wasn’t the first time someone had communicated to him this way. “Yeah, I honestly thought of this on the spot.” Tourit thought back, maintaining a cool composure in front of everyone as he talked through his mind. “But let’s go with the more public area. Although the only reason I want to go there is to make sure no one gets killed or anything, and to get the word out to everyone. If I’m going to get my ass kicked, it’s going to be by the strongest on the planet.”
Tourit gave a thumbs up to the group. “The location of the event will be announced within a day or so, so watch the news, or listen to the town crier or whatever people on Earth do. Looking forward to seeing you all there!”
(I guess that should be the exit for my post, and I should start up a new thread with Celmaru, and I'm taking PL)
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Post by Tourit on Oct 17, 2016 5:43:59 GMT
(Just to clarify, the starting date of the tournament will be two weeks after this thread concludes, which it hopefully will soon.)
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Post by Lord Retsu on Oct 24, 2016 23:57:43 GMT
Retsu looked about the group, nodding to himself. It seemed the tournament, despite lack of decent prize, was going to happen. The Arcosian Lord chuckled at Rafar's words before shaking his head. "I suppose I'll see you all when the tournament starts." He began to float upwards, away from the group. " I suppose that must mean I should get to training." He'd offer a wave before turning and zooming off into the distance. It was time to train.
Retsu has left the thread! Suppressed And Heavy Weight Bonus Pls.
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Post by EGG on Oct 28, 2016 4:29:27 GMT
Although there was quite the lack of a substantial prize, and an unsure way of how the tournament would even come about, EGG still saw this as an opportunity in order to further better himself. Nodding, he would turn away, saying to them all, "Tell me when ready. I ready when ever!"
With that said, he flew off in order to get some training done, preparing for when this tournament will come.
(Literally have no idea to leave this thread other than this Attempted leave, getting PL with my Heavy Weight Bonus)
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Post by Shemha on Oct 30, 2016 20:28:06 GMT
’I look forward to the tournament and I will keep my eyes open. Thank you for the invitation and opportunity.” With those words Shemha bent in the air to bow to Tourit, head lowered for a moment before she straightened back up. With a warm smile directed at those around her she floated backwards before she turned away, taking her leave until they met again on the tournament floor. Exiting thread, Zeni please!
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Post by Rafar on Oct 30, 2016 20:34:05 GMT
I can't think of anything so Ill exit, pl pls.
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