Post by Chai on Nov 28, 2016 16:32:39 GMT
- Chai: 9,000 PL (Standing By)
- Guardia: 100,000 PL (Standing By)
GAIN BONUSES: N/A
CELESTIAL EVENT: Celestial Event C
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TOURIT'S TOURNEY ROUND 1: BING AND CHAI
The base of Guardia's hilt let out a faint glow- the sword was ready to pull out his blade and strike at any moment now. Just one iffy move from Bing, and the sword would strike. However, Guardia's metallic brow rose when he spotted some bruises vanishing and some cuts healing on his partner. Healing? Guradia had heard of the technique waaaaaay back when when he was still a proud demonic spirit in the demon realm, but the sword had never seen it in action. The rainbow glow stopped emanating from the base of the sword's hilt after he realized what was going down. Still, though! Why would this seemingly somehow nice version of their sworn enemy be willing to give them a helping hand?! Could he really trust him? '...What? Why are you...?' Guardia questioned while the man was healing Chai with a confused and concerned expression.
Guardia's eye widened in... concern, surprisingly, when Bing fell back, winded from healing up the goat zoan. Guardia didn't even think- the bladeless and tiny sword hilt found himself floating over to the gray-haired man, letting out a quick telepathic cry. 'B-Bing!' ...Wait, no, this was wrong! Guardia was NOT going to get all soft and concerned over his worst enemy that somehow and for some reason healed his partner! He still had the same godammned name as their world's president! So much blood was shed because of him, so many lives brutally mauled and lost to the void... But was Chai the right one here? Were the two parallels really this different? Or was his partner just being the big, overly trusting and fuzzy pushover he usually was? And the fuck was a kami?!
Chai's eye had cracked open during Guardia's little outburst, causing a faint smirk to spread across the goat's face before he closed his eye, slowly forcing his healed form back up. Shaking his head for a moment with a blurred vision as the goat tried to "Urrgh... Where..." Shaking his head for a moment, Chai found himself in the lounge he was previously moping in before the fight. That couldn't have all been a dream or something- right? Forcing himself back up into a sitting position and looking at his wounds for a moment, Chai found everything as good as new somehow! Save for his charred clothing and missing eye, of course.
Chai couldn't remember what the heck happened while he was passed out- one moment he was on the arena and now he was here. It was no mystery that he lost the match, though. QUickly looking over towards to Bing while he was catching his breath, Chai was about to say something, but a rather angry, drawn-out voice echoed in the minds of the two fighters. 'Chai...' Guardia floated above the two menacingly, ki crackling around his form with a glowing eye and sharp shadows cast around him due to the light from the window behind the sword. "Uh... Yeah, bud?" Chai spoke in a meek and blunt tone, eyeing the seemingly angry sword while he loomed above, but the goat was shocked when the sword's expression quickly turned to frantic concern and sadness- the blade's hilt quickly dashed right up to Chai, speaking franticly as he tried to hug his partner with his tiny crossguards. 'CHAI I WANT YOU TO LISTEN TO ME VERY CAREFULLY! YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY FORBIDDEN TO PULL A STUNT LIKE THIS EVER AGAIN BECAUSE IT ISN'T FUNNY AND... AND... AuUUAAaaAUuUUgGGhh!' Guardia's frantic telepathic calls quickly drowned into a cry near the end, causing Chai to briefly look down in shock, his fur spiked out somewhat in surprise.
Putting a hand on the blade, the goat directed his attention to the little sword first. "I know, G. I-I'm really sorry." The ever so concerned hilt sniffled despite a lack of a nose, floating away from Chai and looking at him with a teary eye. 'You had better be sorry! I-I-I thought you'd...!' Guardia thought Chai was as dead as a doorknob, but for some reason, this version of their tyrannical president chose to spar the leader of the rebellion. "I know... I'm sorry." Chai spoke, causing Guardia to nod. Grabbing the sword's hilt, Chai flicked the blade downwards, causing his rainbow blade of ki to form once more. It felt good to have the sword back in his grasp, and he knew Guardia felt naked without his blade...
Shaking his form a little, Guardia looked up to Chai, that repressed annoyance returning as the two began to converse- Guardia was not quite done lecturing his partner yet. Releasing the rainbow blade as Chai lied down on the couch, Guardia briefly glanced back to Bing, making sure he was back on his feet by now. Looking over to Chai again with a critical eye, the sword spoke in a no-shit tone, while their conversation was audible to both Bing and Chai himself.
'So, dingus, what did we learn today?'
After a moment, Chai found himself looking outside a window nearby to the streets outside. "Hmm..." His vision and thoughts drifted as the goat crossed his arms, letting Guardia hop back into his sheath- although the sword's eyeballed hilt still peered out. Chai seemed to be looking at something, and the goat didn't seem to be happy about what he saw outside the window. 'Chai?' Guardia questioned, following the goat's gaze. Outside was a restaurant named the "Crimson Striker Diner." Oh, of all the possible names, it had to be yet another thing to trigger his partner's PSTD. 'Chai, no.' Shaking his head and the repressed memories of his comrades aside for now, the goat spoke back to Bing, should he be back on his feet by now. "A-Anyways, it seems like I still... have a lot to explain. It's a long story, trust me." Chai spoke with a sigh, closing his eyes for a moment before speaking. This was one hell of a mess he had gotten himself into with his big mouth- but the least the goat could do was explain everything now that he had gotten himself into it. "If you'd like, I'll still be in the neighborhood watching the tournament. Meet me at the Crimson Striker Diner today or tomorrow evening if you're not busy. I'll answer any and all questions you have to the best of my ability." Guardia huffed, speaking to himself more than anyone else, but it seemed the blade forgot to cut his telepathic connection to Chai and Bing... 'I can't believe that's actually the name of the damn place...'
"Anyways, I guess I'll be off now. I'd still like to watch some of the other fights going on... It's a shame that this tournament doesn't exactly have a prize besides bragging rights, though." Chai turned around, giving a quick wave to Bing, but the goat quickly caught eye of a television mounted above the door with the rankings of the tournament. Guardia piped up quickly with some commentary on some of the results of the fight.
'Oooh snap, looks like that kid actually beat Levlidian somehow!'
Turning back to his once sworn foe, the goat had a genuine smile on his face. He was glad thing Bing found peace where his parallel could not. Glancing up to the rankings with a gesture of his head, the goat spoke one last time before hopping out of the lounge and into the streets- he had to go congratulate Collan on his victory! "Looks like you're up against some "Fin" dude next. I'll be rooting for you!" And with that, the ever so strange goat from another world gave a quick two-fingered salute, and dashed off.
Guardia's eye widened in... concern, surprisingly, when Bing fell back, winded from healing up the goat zoan. Guardia didn't even think- the bladeless and tiny sword hilt found himself floating over to the gray-haired man, letting out a quick telepathic cry. 'B-Bing!' ...Wait, no, this was wrong! Guardia was NOT going to get all soft and concerned over his worst enemy that somehow and for some reason healed his partner! He still had the same godammned name as their world's president! So much blood was shed because of him, so many lives brutally mauled and lost to the void... But was Chai the right one here? Were the two parallels really this different? Or was his partner just being the big, overly trusting and fuzzy pushover he usually was? And the fuck was a kami?!
Chai's eye had cracked open during Guardia's little outburst, causing a faint smirk to spread across the goat's face before he closed his eye, slowly forcing his healed form back up. Shaking his head for a moment with a blurred vision as the goat tried to "Urrgh... Where..." Shaking his head for a moment, Chai found himself in the lounge he was previously moping in before the fight. That couldn't have all been a dream or something- right? Forcing himself back up into a sitting position and looking at his wounds for a moment, Chai found everything as good as new somehow! Save for his charred clothing and missing eye, of course.
Chai couldn't remember what the heck happened while he was passed out- one moment he was on the arena and now he was here. It was no mystery that he lost the match, though. QUickly looking over towards to Bing while he was catching his breath, Chai was about to say something, but a rather angry, drawn-out voice echoed in the minds of the two fighters. 'Chai...' Guardia floated above the two menacingly, ki crackling around his form with a glowing eye and sharp shadows cast around him due to the light from the window behind the sword. "Uh... Yeah, bud?" Chai spoke in a meek and blunt tone, eyeing the seemingly angry sword while he loomed above, but the goat was shocked when the sword's expression quickly turned to frantic concern and sadness- the blade's hilt quickly dashed right up to Chai, speaking franticly as he tried to hug his partner with his tiny crossguards. 'CHAI I WANT YOU TO LISTEN TO ME VERY CAREFULLY! YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY FORBIDDEN TO PULL A STUNT LIKE THIS EVER AGAIN BECAUSE IT ISN'T FUNNY AND... AND... AuUUAAaaAUuUUgGGhh!' Guardia's frantic telepathic calls quickly drowned into a cry near the end, causing Chai to briefly look down in shock, his fur spiked out somewhat in surprise.
Putting a hand on the blade, the goat directed his attention to the little sword first. "I know, G. I-I'm really sorry." The ever so concerned hilt sniffled despite a lack of a nose, floating away from Chai and looking at him with a teary eye. 'You had better be sorry! I-I-I thought you'd...!' Guardia thought Chai was as dead as a doorknob, but for some reason, this version of their tyrannical president chose to spar the leader of the rebellion. "I know... I'm sorry." Chai spoke, causing Guardia to nod. Grabbing the sword's hilt, Chai flicked the blade downwards, causing his rainbow blade of ki to form once more. It felt good to have the sword back in his grasp, and he knew Guardia felt naked without his blade...
Shaking his form a little, Guardia looked up to Chai, that repressed annoyance returning as the two began to converse- Guardia was not quite done lecturing his partner yet. Releasing the rainbow blade as Chai lied down on the couch, Guardia briefly glanced back to Bing, making sure he was back on his feet by now. Looking over to Chai again with a critical eye, the sword spoke in a no-shit tone, while their conversation was audible to both Bing and Chai himself.
'So, dingus, what did we learn today?'
"....Don't make cryptic otherworldly comments and get distracted in a fight by war flashbacks."
'Anything else you'd like to add?'"Huhuhuhu..."
'Tch...! W-What are you laughing at now you bloody weirdo?!'"You're grateful for Bing helping me, no?"
'...You always were a smart fool, partner...'"That's not a no~"
Chai gave his partner a knowing smirk as the sword huffed and closed his eye, floating up a little too much into Bing's personal space and speaking to his new frenenemy, still not fully trusting the man after everything his parallel did to Chai and Co. Speaking in a rushed and annoyed disembodied voice, the blade backed away with his concluding statement. 'But don't think we're all goody-two-shoes yet, human! I'm onto you!' Chai put a hand on the sword's handle, plucking him off the ground once more and speaking to the blade in a stoic voice with a closed eye. "Oh, hush, you." Guardia crossed his crossguards like arms, his narrowed eye glancing between the two fighters. Realization struck Chai- he hadn't introduced (or was it reintroduced?) Guardia to Bing, although it seemed like they were already... acquainted. "Oh, this is my partner- Guardia. He's usually my offensive edge and ally in fight, but I couldn't exactly use a sword like him in the tournament." Guardia spoke once again, annoyed and not quite in the happiest of moods, but deep, deep, deeeep down, the blade was truly grateful for his friend being healed by his worst enemy for some reason. 'Correction- I am a demon. A demon in a sword... Take my word on this, if 'ya ever die and go to the Otherworlds, DO NOT ON ANY CONDITION leave without a body. Or this'll happen.' Guardia spoke, gesturing to his inanimate form. After a moment, Chai found himself looking outside a window nearby to the streets outside. "Hmm..." His vision and thoughts drifted as the goat crossed his arms, letting Guardia hop back into his sheath- although the sword's eyeballed hilt still peered out. Chai seemed to be looking at something, and the goat didn't seem to be happy about what he saw outside the window. 'Chai?' Guardia questioned, following the goat's gaze. Outside was a restaurant named the "Crimson Striker Diner." Oh, of all the possible names, it had to be yet another thing to trigger his partner's PSTD. 'Chai, no.' Shaking his head and the repressed memories of his comrades aside for now, the goat spoke back to Bing, should he be back on his feet by now. "A-Anyways, it seems like I still... have a lot to explain. It's a long story, trust me." Chai spoke with a sigh, closing his eyes for a moment before speaking. This was one hell of a mess he had gotten himself into with his big mouth- but the least the goat could do was explain everything now that he had gotten himself into it. "If you'd like, I'll still be in the neighborhood watching the tournament. Meet me at the Crimson Striker Diner today or tomorrow evening if you're not busy. I'll answer any and all questions you have to the best of my ability." Guardia huffed, speaking to himself more than anyone else, but it seemed the blade forgot to cut his telepathic connection to Chai and Bing... 'I can't believe that's actually the name of the damn place...'
"Anyways, I guess I'll be off now. I'd still like to watch some of the other fights going on... It's a shame that this tournament doesn't exactly have a prize besides bragging rights, though." Chai turned around, giving a quick wave to Bing, but the goat quickly caught eye of a television mounted above the door with the rankings of the tournament. Guardia piped up quickly with some commentary on some of the results of the fight.
'Oooh snap, looks like that kid actually beat Levlidian somehow!'
"Really?"
"He did! And Collan beat Marcel!""...You owe me 50 Zeni now."
'God... dammit.'Turning back to his once sworn foe, the goat had a genuine smile on his face. He was glad thing Bing found peace where his parallel could not. Glancing up to the rankings with a gesture of his head, the goat spoke one last time before hopping out of the lounge and into the streets- he had to go congratulate Collan on his victory! "Looks like you're up against some "Fin" dude next. I'll be rooting for you!" And with that, the ever so strange goat from another world gave a quick two-fingered salute, and dashed off.
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