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[dedicatednoless]

Who: Everyone!
What: First Annual Luceti Tournament
When: May 2nd
Where: Battle Dome
Summary: Peony has made good on his promise to set up a tournament and today is the day for all the action.
Rating: PG-13 for the violence/fighting/possible language.

Finally the promised day has arrived! As competitors and audiences alike gather for the start, the whole outside area draws the eye to the grand carpet and banners with symbols for every event. There is also a table being restocked with free snacks and water bottles for those waiting around or still finding their way. Most notably, though, is a signboard with the times for all the events and competitors.

Whether you're competing or here for the entertainment, however, it's hoped you'll enjoy the events and fight or cheer hard! Now without further ado, make your own threads or comment around and let the games begin...

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Volunteers thread!

[dedicatednoless]

Volunteer list: Ginia, Nagisa, Erica, Cliff, Petra.

Want to backdate set up shenanigans or work at the table handing out free snakes and water bottles to the guests? Here is where you may write up any scenario you wish play out and tag with fellow volunteers or tournament attendees.

Additionally, there is an area designated for the use of all the volunteers, healers, and judges to take a break or grab something to eat.

[petreefied]

[Petra will be a busy girl throughout the day, mostly working with registering the participants and handling whatever other little things she can. She'll also be happy to provide a bottle of water and a towel for anyone who just finished an event--no one needs to push themselves too hard with this, after all!]

[secretmiracle]

[Before taking her turn in the marksmanship competition, Erica will be giving out snacks and water to anyone who stops by the table. If she happens to spot anyone who recently got out of a match then she'll call out to them to have them come over. A bottle of water can do a world of good after an intense match okay!

After her turn she'll be taking a quick break in the area for the volunteers, healers and judges. She won't be there for long though. After having something to eat, Erica is soon back on her feet and back out helping the competitors by handing them snacks.]

Healers thread!

[dedicatednoless]

Healer list: Mia, Grune, Raine.

If you were beat up by your opponent, you'll be helped by someone to the red tent close by to see that your wounds are cared for. So just rest and let one of the three beautiful healers see to you before you are discharged back into the world~

Alternatively, this thread is also here if the healers want to play out a scenario amongst themselves.

[wise_maiden]

[ Raine is milling around, observing some of the battles from her vantage point, and checking to make sure the supplies in the tent are organized, up until the injured finally begin to make their way over to be tended.

In which case, she'll quickly guide them over to have a seat so they can be checked over, and they'd better not put up a fuss about it. ]

Judges thread!

[dedicatednoless]

Judges: Jade, Loki, Helios, Saori, Souji, Asch, Peony, Kakashi, Peggy.

To make this as easy as possible, let's say this thread has two uses! The first is so that judges of overall score competitions can post up their scores. The other is to make threads amongst yourselves. Have at it.

The Spectatowl

[knowitowl]

[Due to unforseen circumstances, Zuko was unable to make it for the competition. However, another member of his world has decided to show up. As a spectator.

Despite the issues with the library, the tall owl is hanging out at the very back of the crowd. He's pretty tall and has extremely good eyesight, so he doesn't need to be in the thick of it. Plus, he highly doubts his presence is very welcome anyway.

So he will be sitting there in silence, likely ignoring everyone unless he is spoken to or some such.]

[tearmeanewone]

[Elizabeth, on the other hand, is fairly short and human. She can't see over the crowd, but she figures that if Gai isn't up just yet, it isn't as important for her to be at the front. She really doesn't know how she feels about this tournament anyway-- Gai obviously wanted to be in it, but Elizabeth could only think about the various and sundry ways in which he could be injured.]

[It's incredibly stressful for her to think about, so she settles into a spot at the back of the crowd in a nice shady patch... created by the giant library owl.]

[Elizabeth frowns and looks around, but there really isn't another place to sit down-- just plenty of standing room. She sits down at the very edge of Wan Shi Tong's shadow and opens her book to read. That should calm her down a little.]

Luke & Fayt fight thread!

[wildsaber]

[ooc: We decided this ahead of time with dice rolls. They're both evenly matched and similar in style, but Fayt rolled slightly higher, so he wins.]

[Luke is supposed to be fighting someone named Fayt. It's not until he steps into the arena that he realizes he's spoken to Fayt before. Sure, Luke was totally out of it, but he'd remember a crazy name like that anywhere.

Despite sparring against someone he knows, Luke is always itching for a good fight like any teenager. Especially in Luceti, where he's spent a majority of his time just existing and doing mundane things. He rests one hand on his sword's hilt, hoping being left-handed won't cause any problems here. He doesn't really know how to fight any other way.

Whatever the outcome, he knows this is going to be a good fight. He feels it.]

Luke & Fayt fight thread!

[etherealblast]

[Fayt steps out into the Arena, vaguely recognizing the redhead who walks in opposite him after a moment.

Luke, wasn't it? He arrived a few months ago, from what he could remember, though they hadn't talked much. He offers a cheerful grin as he stops a short distance away, resting his own hand on the hilt of the blade tucked in a sheath at his back.] Hey. Been a while. Settled in alright?

[Might as well get introductions out of the way before they got into it.]

Isaac [spectator]

[relictusdeus]

[Seeking a fresher and much-needed distraction, Isaac can be found overlooking the arenas from his seat, legs crossed at the knee and his gaze cooly calculating. Of course, competitors battling in an environment not quite so strictly controlled and closer instead to the most ruthless gladiatorial bloodshed - the sort very familiar to him - would have better held his attention. But as an erstwhile general and a man keen on acquiring knowledge, the opportunity to study the fighting styles of others makes it worth bearing with the sense of boredom that creeps into the edges of his awareness every now and again.

Magic, swordsmanship, and knife-throwing hold the greatest measure of his interest for the moment - but not so much that he wouldn't be open to a conversation. There are a few free seats on either side of him.]

Re: Isaac [spectator]

[defieddracula]

[Hector's heard talk of the tournament while lingering in Good Spirits, but ultimately harbored few intentions of stopping by--until he caught wind of a certain Forgemaster's energy, that is. There's no question that he'll be sensed long before he's seen or heard, but that doesn't deter him from announcing his arrival. Besides. It's only the polite thing to do.

Especially since he was a heinous demon-sworn monster when last they met.] Ah, Isaac. I had not expected to find you here.

[And Petre, who's perched precariously on his shoulder, rasps out a greeting of its own, its tail swinging in excitement.]

Asbel VS Albel

[urallmaggots]

[[ooc; We rolled for it as well, and Albel will be winning this one.]]

[Albel pitied whomever would be commentating on this fight.]

[He frowned bitterly as he entered the ring, remembering the conversation he had had as he and Fayt set out to participate in the tournament. According to Fayt, he was under strict rules to just use his sword. There would be no claw and none of his abilities that didn't involve direct contact with his sword.]

[Damn blue haired fool was such a killjoy.]

[Albel kept a firm hand on the hilt of his sword, his clawed arm resting on the sheathe as he stepped out into the arena. A slow smirk worked its way onto his face as he waited for his opponent, knowing that this would be enjoyable.]

[ Rin vs Caius ] (sword round one)

[rashness]

[ Caius will be winning this one, pre-determined ]

Whoa, Caius... who thought we'd be paired up in the first round, huh man?

[ Rin wasn't quite sure if he should be using a practice sword or Kurikara. After all, the match was apparently supposed to be strictly swordsmanship and he couldn't prevent his transformation with Kurikara. This is why he actually brought both of them here to the match ups. But... if it's against Caius. Is Caius going to transform too? He might as well ask that before he decides which of the two from his bundle he sets down on the ground he's going to pick up. Not to mention with all that which didn't happen too look ago . . .

Oh well ]

[accepted]

Yeah, I didn't think we would be seeing each other so soon.

[He's pretty glad to be up against someone he knows for the first round, though he probably would have enjoyed fighting Rin at any point in the competition. With his sword in his right hand, his usual arm guard missing from his left as he didn't think he would be allowed to use it, he rolls his shoulders a couple of times to loosen himself up for the coming match.]

At least this way we're both at our bests. [... Or he at least assumes Rin is at his best, given everything that's happened.]

[ Masaomi vs Cliff ] (MMA round one)

[generalflirt]

[ Cliff will win this round, pre-arranged ]

Jeesha, I just had to get paired up with the giant, didn't I?

[ He says this sheepishly as he comes into the ring. Given that he's only using his hands and feet and not all the other tools at his disposal, he didn't bring his normal battle attire. Instead he's just got on a tank top and loose pants, exposing his florescent pink wings for all the world to see. But hey, what are you going to do. Sadly, his friend is one of the judges (albeit for another category), his partner is in the stands, and several of his friends besides that are here too. He hoped he could be impressive... well, maybe he still can ]

[ Masaomi vs Cliff ] (MMA round one)

[aerialassault]

[Cliff chuckled when he heard the comment from the slender young man as he took his place on the opposite end of the stage.]

What? [He asked, grinning.] You wanna throw in the towel already?

[He was teasing-- an attempt to keep the spar as light and friendly as it was intended to be. It was nothing personal, although Cliff had hoped that Peony would have paired Cliff up with someone who had a little more bulk than his current opponent. As a person who specialized in hand-to-hand combat, Cliff was hoping for a challenge.

As a specialist in hand-to-hand, unarmed combat, Cliff had entered the ring in his normal attire-- boots and comfortable pants, tank top that left his black wings be seen by the rest of the world. For fairness, Cliff didn't wear his gauntlets for once. He wasn't looking to seriously hurt anyone in this.]

Don't worry, [he called across the space between them with a flash of a grin,] I'll go easy on ya.

[Because, at the end of the tournament, a normal Earthling being able to stand up to a Klausian was nothing to be ashamed of.]

[Marksmanship] Ginia

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

((ooc: Judge needed for rng!))

[The conditions for the marksmanship competition were perfect. No wind, no rain, just a nice outdoor shooting range recreated within the Battle Dome. Ginia sized up the target as she took her position at the firing line, earplugs in and safety glasses on.

She raised and took aim. It was a fun competition in a friendly village, nothing too serious. Ginia took a deep breath and held it, steadying herself before taking her first shot.]

[Marksmanship] Ginia

[rightfootforward]

[Peggy is standing as judge, watching through a pair of binoculars with a scorecard on a clipboard in her hands. She's dressed in her military uniform today, replacing skirt and heels with combat boots and trousers to facilitate getting around. Earplugs in, she watches through the binoculars as the first shot pierces its target.

Three shots allowed and each shot was marked 1 to 10. When she notes the first shot, she lowers the binoculars and marks the score.]

7. Two shots remaining.

[Gai vs. Firo] (MMA round one)

[voidseeing]

(OOC: We rolled for this and Gai will be the winner of this match.)

[Gai is looking both relaxed and eager when he shows up for his match, long hair pulled back into a ponytail and clad in a more-casual-than-usual pair of track pants and a t-shirt. The fact that the name matched with his on the signboard wasn't a familiar one has only served to pique his interest even further-- it's been a long time since he's gone up against an opponent completely blind like this. With any luck, he'll get someone who can give him a good challenge and make this worth it.

... but not so much of a challenge that he won't be able to win, because he does have his fiancee in the stands to cheer him on, and he'd hate to disappoint her.

When he gets to the middle of the ring, he settles into a casual stance while he waits for his opponent to join him. No matter how this ends, he's looking forward to the chance to fight an opponent he's never faced before.]

[foundafamily]

[Firo makes it to the ring a few moments later, dressed in his usual suit, though minus the usual jacket. It would probably make more sense to wear something more relaxed, but he's accustomed to fighting in these clothes.

The fights Firo gets into tend to be random and hostile, so he's not really sure how to greet the other guy in the ring. A handshake would be nice, but it could easily turn into a throw or an elbow. He decides to settle for a wave.

Hey. Gai, right?

[He looks the man up and down. ...Though, mostly up considering his height.]

[Marksmanship] Rudy

[ofwesternwinds]

((ooc: Going to need a judge for the rng!))

[After getting in some practice a couple days before, Rudy's feeling fairly chipper today. He was pretty curious at the idea of a tournament here, especially since he'd never actually competed in one before. He'll be doing a bit of spectating before it's time for the marksmanship event, a bright smile spread across his face. And maybe doing a bit of cheering too! Because, hey, this is pretty fun.

Once the targets are set up inside the chamber, he'll take aim, concentrating into the ARM as he takes his first shot. Considering the type of gun he's using, he oddly enough has no problems shooting it single-handedly. Which might look a bit odd to any onlookers familiar with guns.]

[Marksmanship] Rudy

[rightfootforward]

[Peggy is standing as judge, watching through a pair of binoculars with a scorecard on a clipboard in her hands. She's dressed in her military uniform today, replacing skirt and heels with combat boots and trousers to facilitate getting around. Earplugs in, she watches through the binoculars as the first shot pierces its target. It's an unusual gun, one which she wants to take a closer look at, but that isn't her job. She's fairly impressed that someone can shoot a behemoth like that one-handed, but she stands impartially, watching through the glasses, intent on the target. She can talk to him once his shots are finished.

Three shots allowed and each shot was marked 1 to 10. When she notes the first shot, she lowers the binoculars and marks the score.]

5. Two shots remaining.

[Staff Contest] (Remy vs. Frey)

[cajunspice]

((OOC: Winner has been prerolled to have Frey as the victor.))

[A smart idea would had been for Remy to maybe do some training or practice leading up to the tournament, however as he had just come back from a mission he felt a greater need to relax than do anything too strenuous. This was more for fun than anything too serious, after all, he had no real desire to actual hurt someone in the tournament, including whoever this Frey was.]

[Having already gotten rid of his coat and with his unextended bo staff in hand, Remy focused on a few simple stretches (why chance pulling something?) and browsed the spectators for any familiar faces as he waited for the match to begin.]

Karla vs. Raven (Sword Round 1)

[swordprincess]

[OOC: Karla will win this match, pre-determined.]

[Karla entered the tournament for one reason, and one reason only. It was the event where the strongest warriors would gather. And wherever there were strong warriors, she would surely find her brother. Or at least she hoped so. She had relied on this same logic every time she entered the arenas in Elibe, only to be met with disappointment every time. The fighters just weren't strong enough. If they were no match for her, they were certainly no match for Karel.]

[But the warriors in Luceti had abilities that would surely satisfy the most insatiable battle lust. If Karel was in Luceti, this competition would surely catch his attention. No doubt he would be in the final round, and most likely he would win the whole thing. (But that's just Karla's own bias talking.)]

[Karla inhales deeply as she steps into the arena. She needs to focus on her own battles first. The rules here are different from what she's used to. The use of a "points" system is new to her. So there would be no "one-hit KO and vanish" act that she's been known for. Thus she would need to hold back, and carefully.]

[pendantry]

[The only reason Raven put her name into this hat is because she can't ignore a competition. It's almost like a festival, a weapons festival, and the goal is to win without actually getting hurt.

Raven steps into the fighting ring, sword already in hand, but loose, casual. She clearly isn't in position to fight yet. She doesn't recognize her opponent apart from some visits to the smithy - where she rarely speaks to anyone, anyway - but Karla looks...fragile. Poised, and ready, but fragile. Maybe.]

[Marksmanship] Gai

[voidseeing]

[Truth be told, this is a far less exciting setup than Gai typically chooses for his training. With the Battle Dome's technology level allowing for what it does, he's more likely to choose moving, simulated living targets than just a simple static one, but on the other hand, that just makes this competition that much easier in his eyes.

He takes a moment to study the target, sizing up the distance and the height. That accomplished, he loads the magazine into his Luger P08, then opens the toggle to chamber a round. That gun was like an extension of his body by now; all it takes is a single fluid motion to raise it, take aim, and then fire at the target.]

[Marksmanship] Gai

[rightfootforward]

[Well, that's a gun she recognizes. Peggy has moved from the other two contestants to judge this one - finally someone who has a firearm that she knows. She's wearing trousers and combat boots rather than her usual heels and skirt for ease of movement and has a clipboard and a pair of binoculars. The ear muffs help protect her ears from the sound of the bullet as it snaps out of the chamber and she raises her binoculars to watch the bullet pierce the target.]

7. [She marks the number down on her clipboard.]

Two shots remaining.

[Masaomi vs. Firo] MMA round 1 (rematch)

[foundafamily]

[ooc: Pre-determined that Firo will win.]

[Despite his earlier loss, Firo's kind of enjoying himself with this thing. It's rare that he gets to spar with someone new, and this is a great opportunity to watch other styles. Back home, Mr. Yagu was always teaching him new things and he misses that.

The name next to his on the sign isn't one he recognizes and his curiosity has him pretty eager for this fight. Hands in his pockets, but nonetheless alert, he waits for his opponent to show up.]

[generalflirt]

Maaaah... I guess we're in the loser's bracket now, aren't ?

[ Has Masaomi seen this guy around before...? Maybe. He's not entirely sure. But he smiels all the same, brushing back some of his hair. The early loss to Cliff was a bit disheartening. But in that case, it was clear form the onset he was out matched. That guy clearly was no mere normal human. ]

[Knife throwing] Gambit

[cajunspice]

((ooc: Judge needed for results please.))

[Was it unfair to not use a 'regulation' knife for the contest, on that all those were competing would also be using? Maybe, but for Remy he was going to use what he knew, his own throwing knives. They didn't get as much of a work out as his cards did, but when things for dire they had their moments, times when an explosion just wasn't enough power (as backwards as that sounded).]

[Flipping a blade casually between his fingers as he eyed up the target, Remy waited until he was given the all clear to go before taking aim. He felt confident, maybe a bit more with the throwing than he did with the staff fighting. For all her faults, Bella was a damn good teacher when it came to throwing weapons and she had taught him well. And at the end of the day, this was all just in good fun, a way to waste some time while stuck in this dome.]

[Feeling well placed with the target, Remy let his first knife fly.]

enter the enthusiastic judge

[dedicatednoless]

[Peony sits back in his seat after he gives the all clear to take aim, leaning yet watching attentively. Seeing as how this isn't a competition which he knows beyond the bar game, he is fairly intrigued to see how skillful the contestants are.

Rest assured though, he knows enough to count and take points. It's his announcing skills, maybe, that need work.]

Aw, first throw and it's a 4. But don't think about it too much, man, you can still recover.

[Magic Round 1] [Wanda vs Anise]

[maximoff_girl]

((ooc: I haven't been able to get a hold of Anise's player, yet, but I am quite eager for the playing!))

[Wanda is so extremely ready for this match. She had heard about the tournament from Remy, and it really seemed like just the sort of thing her power training could use. She had had months of practice and meditation and no real call to USE her powers. Her father would have wanted her to stay sharp and battle ready.

So the tourney finds her dressed up in her uniform, something she's not had cause to put on since arriving in Luceti. She's also got the lower half of her haircut turned red; her version of war-paint. She carries herself in a more up-right fashion than those who may have gotten to know her have seen before (perhaps save those who knew her in Luceti Valley), looking more confident, more aggressive.

She is not Wanda at this time. She is the Scarlet Witch. And her fingers twitch through the air in eager anticipation to prove herself.]

MAC vs LAURA

[thelittlemacthatcould]

(ooc: Rolled for this and Laura is the winner.)

[There’s no doubt about it; Seventeen was unlike any fighter he had ever gone up against.

It was one thing to be exposed to a range of moves and attacks he was completely unfamiliar with and to adapt to them as best he could, reprogramming his brain to think outside the rules of the ring. Doc had said he was rather good at thinking on his feet and while taking a beating, which was more than can be said of some boxers. But Seventeen had come at him hard and fast and relentlessly, outclassing him, trouncing him – and though swinging by the tent and being tended to by healers had given him the chance to take a breather and reflect on the match, Mac’s still reeling as he approaches the arena for the second fight. Hard as it is to shake off his disappointment, he wills himself to focus. To be strong, inside and out, as Doc would have wanted him to be. It's all he can do.

With his headgear and gloves on he awaits Laura, loosening up his shoulders and readying himself with slow, deep breaths in the meantime.]