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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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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.

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.

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.

Edited 2014-05-17 00:48 (UTC)

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[[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.]

[ 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 ]

[ 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 ]

Edited 2014-05-04 18:50 (UTC)

((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.]

[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.]

[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!]

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.]

[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.]

Edited 2014-05-05 04:45 (UTC)

[With the two weeks of bloodshed - two weeks apart from civilization, the regularity of boredom and the comforts of a warm bed, and in the one situation where his constant guardedness and readiness to fight for survival made him everything but maladjusted - it feels like a long time since he has heard Hector’s voice. A lifetime since he has held Hector’s gaze. Of all the tangled up, rawly painful memories he’s tried to distance himself from in recent weeks, little of it involves him, thankfully. Hector in a demon’s skin had proved dully amusing, even, though briefly. Only he could make a transformation an utterly unexciting event, Isaac muses.

A smile quirks his lips as he considers taking a jab at Hector’s senses.]

Ha... I suppose I cannot fault you for your surprise. [With the barest hint of a glance offered to the excitable dragoyle, his eyes drift back to the arena.] ‘tis far too bloodless for my tastes.

Edited (wording) 2014-05-05 06:00 (UTC)

[ 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. ]

[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.]

Now that wasn't the response that I expected. Isn't it supposed to be a bit more reassuring?

[ Oh well. Masaomi's skills would speak for himself. He could hope they would make him win, but he knew he was always on catch-up here. Honestly, he knows very little about what this guy is capable of other than that he's huge and he has a lot of muscles. Masaomi himself has some very impressive tight ones if you ask him (particularly in his biceps and abs) but man, this guy has bulk going on all over the place. and he's pretty sure he's seen this guy talk to the one who could blow up stuff in his hands on the journal. Which is a bit grapevine, but... oh well.

Not really ever trained to take a stance, Masaomi makes ready for this thing by rolling his shoulders and then inhaling, exhaling, and putting himself on high alert. He shifts his position a bit to so that while he might seem lax, he's ready to jump in and react to anything. Perhaps he's a little on edge too, to be out in the open for this ]

Actually, speaking of that - do you know if we're allowed to transform?

[ Yep ]

I dunno. I like to think it is.

[His tone was amused in his reply, but he didn't allow himself to get distracted. Falling into old habits, Cliff took up a ready stance and kept a sharp eye on his opponent. He didn't know much about this kid from the journal-- only enough to suspect that he may have been around this town for a while-- but he recognized the look in the kid's eyes and the deceptive ease with which the kid moved. He couldn't have been older than Fayt, Cliff realized, but he was probably just as familiar with fights as his friend was before they embarked on their little adventure.

That is to say, more familiar than a young man with a clean nose shoud be.

The bell rang, signaling the start of their fight. Cliff moved immediately.]

Hey, kid. Head's up!

[He charged, fist aimed for a blow to the gut.]

[ Holy shit that was fast. Masoami's brain processes that and only that before he makes a quick pivot on one foot to the side, narrowly avoiding being winded in the first movement. That was way faster than someone with his bulk he ever expected to see move. Still, he did avoid it, and he might as well try to counterattack, throwing a mildly off-balance return kick to go with his movement.

He can't really expect that to connect to any real blows, but it might make him back off. ]

[Shading the sun from his still-stinging eyes, Hector glances off toward the combatants. Bloodless battles are refreshing in a way, reminding him that even with weapons at each other's throats, there is still a grain of civility to be found among his kind. Yet a lesser part of him is dissatisfied, peeved, even, at the lack of carnage. He can hear those familiar whispers rising from the depths of his mind, can feel the small, but potent drops of devilish magic seeping into his veins. Burning beneath his skin. He sharply averts his gaze and fists his fingers, clinging to more peaceful thoughts. The shift has weakened his resolve.]

Cain awaits me with the day's kill. [To Hector, it's a blunt, but welcome change of subject.] If the tournament does not suit your tastes, you are welcome to join me for supper. We have not spoken for a time.

(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.]

I am aware.

[Isaac’s interest has been waning in the last half hour and it’s with ease that Hector holds his attention. He has seen enough to have learned something of some fellow Lucetians’ fighting styles so his time here has been spent well enough.]

I shall come for you in ten minutes. [A calm smile quirks his lips and he looks to him after a moment.] I trust you shall have something... satisfactory on the table in that time? [Bread and a wedge of cheese at the very least to tide him over until a proper meal is served.]

Edited 2014-05-06 01:50 (UTC)

[Something warm flutters through Hector's heart as he catches sight of that smile, and he nods to keep his gaze from dawdling on Isaac's thin lips, tendrils of hair spilling out from the edges of his hood. Like a cat toying with a length of yarn, Petre swings his clawless foot toward one, catching the tip of Hector's nose. Hector swats it aside and sighs. It seems every day he's glad he crafted the creature to be harmless.]

Indeed I can. [There is always bread and cheese to be found somewhere in the cellar, after all. Before turning for home, he puts forth a final politesse] Is there anything else you require?

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[ Masaomi vs Cliff ] (MMA round one)

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