Kombat Tournament : Multiverse

[ActRaiser]

The OOC Is Here

You stand within an enormous room. The single room stands three square miles in area long, wide, and high. This is but one of many rooms with you all in it. There are many others listening to the same message. A booming, disembodied voice is reverberating throughout everyone's spirit, non-spirit, consiousness, whatever. They all hear it at once.

"Some of you fancy your'selves gods. Others of you serve your gods. Some of you fight for what you believe in, others fight for what you want to possess out of greed or lust. It doesn't matter. The past doesn't matter. What you all need is blood. Blood to survive. This is a Tournament. All winners of their bouts MUST kill the loser. Whomever does not kill their loser will be detained indefinitely for re-education. All others who obey and take the life of their opponent in battle will receive due reward immediately, no questions asked."

"Some of you ask, why are you doing this? I am doing this because I can, and I am doing it! This is to be the battle of the century. A battle of battles. And then, when all is said and done, it will begin anew. But I am no boring god of death, blood and slaughter. Those of you who wish to oppose me may do what many of you do so well. It will be what you call 'Adventure". He say mockingly. "I have made this world to accomadate you in both comfort and in whatever you need to supply your'self with. Make the proper investigations and journey to find me, I will kill you for your efforts, but I have made the necessary arrangements for you to have a fighting chance against me."

"Battles will take place at an appointed time to be decided by my whims and fancy.'

"Farewell, mortals, and so-called gods."

[RedxXxDawn]

Kitana scoffed and rolled her eyes at the arrogance behind the voice. A bit of arrogance lingered in her own personality as well, but not as much as one would expect from your everyday princess. Most people would expect a princess to be either one of two things. One being a helpless but pretty damsel in distress who was completely defenseless and would always wind up kidnapped, and would wait in whatever dungeon they had been locked in fantasizing pretentiously about whatever handsome knight in shining armor would come to rescue them. The other type of princess was a spoiled, overly pampered brats who would sit in her little castle tower watching over the commoners insignificantly, like a colony of ants. Many princesses would sit quietly in their throne, glaring insolently at every other person they see and viewing them as trash. Or worse, some princesses were callous enough to consider every member of their kingdom expandable trash. Pawns meant to serve them and only them, and are expected to do their bidding without hesitation or question. Some would actually strut around like they own the place (well they kind of do in a way) and barking orders at servants who exhaust themselves in fluffing her many pillows, cooking her meals, brushing her hair, bathing her, wiping her pretty little rump for her, such lists would go on and on.

But no, Kitana was no stereotype. She was pretty, but not defenseless. Born of royal blood, but not spoiled. Commanding, aggressive and good when it came to taking charge of situations, but never a burden to her people. Kitana lacked any of that pathetic, stereotypical fantasizing that many princesses would wonder about; hoping her brave knight would come and rescue her someday. Armed with her superbly honed Ba Gua style of martial arts training, and her twin bladed fans of steel, she was the last princess who would need rescuing. She had no servants, but she was a servant herself once. She was the loyal stepdaughter of Shao Kahn; the ruthless and ever-feared Emperor of Outworld. Now she fights for Edenia, her home realm.

Kitana took in her surroundings. The room was large but rather plain, but there were other fighters present. She looked at the crowd, sizing them up and taking in the details of the people. The equipment they held, their toned bodies, even their fashion sense gave hints as to how they would compete. Kitana was confident that she could defeat some of the competitors, but there were others who she would rather not have to fight. But she would if she had to, of course. Just because she was a princess did not mean she deserved the perk of choosing her opponents.

[Thekettleison]

“At your whims and fancy eh?” Devlin Waugh muttered quietly to himself. A wry chuckle escaped his lips as he looked around at his fellow combatants, idly running a finger across the ancient amulet that hung about his thick neck. “My dear boy. I do believe I like you already. Such a strong, mysterious type. Why it truly makes my heart flutter.”

He was at a loss as to how he'd come to be in this place. What seemed like only moments before he'd been lounging in the ostentatious four poster bed in the sleeping quarters aboard his private vessel. Lightly stroking between the ears of his beloved cat Grendel as he idly flicked through one of the raunchier issues of his extensive collection of priceless twentieth century erotica. Occasionally pausing to sip blood from a crystal goblet, placing it carefully back on his ancient oak bedside table.

Then he'd been here, standing amidst this boorish crowd of dullards. Listening, as they all were, to the booming voice. Still, if it were a tournament that the disembodied voice wanted, well who better to abduct than the famous Devlin Waugh? Of course whoever had brought him here would have a lot to answer for. He didn't like leaving his vessel if he wasn't working and if he wasn't working he certainly didn't like leaving it for anything less than warm sandy beaches, cocktails and those delightful young pool boys. This, he reflected as he glanced around once more, was certainly a lot less.

He fumbled in his pocket for a moment, relieved that his cigarettes hadn't been left behind with his blood bank. Blood would be easy enough to come by when the thirst overtook him, but he suspected that nicotine would prove far more illusive, and there were some things that were just too much for any man to bear. He snapped open the antique silver case and drew out a cigarette before carefully slotting it into the end of an even more valuable black tube. Clenching the tip of the carved onyx cigarette holder between his teeth Devlin lit up and took a deep breath, allowing the blue-grey smoke to fill his lungs for a moment before exhaling once more.

“Well, time to introduce myself.” He muttered to himself before turning to face the crowd at large. He threw his arms wide, every bit the flamboyant showman, his lips pulled back in a warm grin that showed his almost perfect teeth. “Ladies and gentlemen.” He exclaimed, his voice carrying well across the open room around him. “Please unclench your sphincters. The name's Waugh, Devlin Waugh. And it looks like once again, I'm here to steal the show.”

[Rtron]

Ermac looked around at the sound of the voice. When it was done, he cracked his knuckles. "We will win this so called tournament. Then we will find you and kill you. For we are many. You are but one. We are Ermac." He viewed the other fighters. There was a man arrogantly, though not nearly as arrogantly as the original voice, proclaiming his arrival. This irritated Ermac. So subtly he worked his telekinesis. He formed a small ring on the mans ankles, then suddenly jerked, planning on tripping him. Nothing harmful, though it will certainly embarrass and enrage the man. Looking around after his little stunt, Ermac was surprised to find Princess Kitana in the tournament as well. Walking up to her, he said "Princess Kitana. We are surprised to find you here. Do you have any idea where here is? All we remember is battling Shao Kahns forces before blacking out. Now we are here with a mad man, or god, commanding us to fight. Is this like the Mortal kombat tournament? We think it certainly sounds like it."

[RedxXxDawn]

Kitana turned away from the flamboyant man and rolled her eyes, shaking her head. His muscles proved he was strong enough to be a worthy opponent, but for some reason the way he acted made Kitana think she could kill the man in a single punch. A single kiss was all it would take for her to kill anybody, but getting that close was always so difficult (I swear I will never use that unless doing a fatality). It was a fun way of doing away with an opponent who deserved it. But then again his attitude did not bother her that much. She did not want to overlook the man, but subconsciously did so anyway.

But then there was that other fighter. Clad in a riot of black and red robes, over a matching ninja outfit that concealed his entire body, Ermac spoke. She had to agree with at least part of the first few sentences he spoke, for whoever (or whatever) brought them there, unless it was for a good enough reason, they were going to pay for it with their very lives. It would not be a quick death. It would not be painless.
But then, Kitana heard Ermac speak to her directly. "Princess Kitana," they said. Yes, they. Kitana was well aware that Ermac was literally an army of one. "We are surprised to find you here. Do you have any idea where here is? All we remember is battling Shao Kahns forces before blacking out. Now we are here with a mad man, or god, commanding us to fight. Is this like the Mortal kombat tournament? We think it certainly sounds like it."

"I don't know what form of dimension this 'god,' quote on quote, has dumped us into," she began. "But it better be for something more gratifying than his amusement." She glanced at his eyes, twin glowing emeralds, then cocked her head to the side a tiny bit. "...Another tournament of Mortal Kombat?" She looked at her fellow captives, her surroundings, and recalled the booming voice of the arrogant, childlike 'god' who dragged them into this mess. "Yep," she said at last. "Sounds like it. Another classic fight to the death. So what now, O, mighty Godlike being??" She shouted mockingly. "Who is going to fight who? Or are we expected to kill each other in a free-for-all orgy here and now?"

[TheStinger]

"Get out of my head you bastard!" Said Wolverine, with an extremely ticked off tone, as he put his palms on the sides of his head. "You want to fight huh? Come on show yourself. If it's blood you want, then i'll give you all the blood you can handle, and it's all gonna come out of you!" Said Wolverine, with rage filling his mind. This fool, who fancies himself an allmighty god, had no idea who he is messing with. Wolverine wasn't some two-bit fighter living under the impression that he is the best. He was an extremely potent mutant. Life has tested him so many times before that this wouldm be just another page in the book, nothing special. But why him? And not someone else? Wolverine was training in a forest when he got sucked out of his world without a warning and brought here, to God knows where. The room was extremely large, extending through miles in both height, length and width. But other then that it was pretty plain.

Wolverine manages to calm down, for the moment anyway, as he started to survey those that were there with him. Apparently these people were brought here the same way as him. There was a misterious ninja with green glowing eyes and dressed in red and black garments, Wolverine sensed something very strange about this man but he could not put his finger on it. Second there was some guy dressed in a navy blue outfit with a very big mustache and a very flamboyant attitude. He had an ugly and oversized necklace on his neck, with some kind of eye on it. "Bling, bling anyone?" Muttered Wolverine to himself. The guy smelled like steroids from a mile. Wolverine grinned, showing his elongated canines as he turned his view to the 3rd person. An extremely good looking woman, with a very long ponytail, stretching all the way to her butt. The woman had a mask over the lower half of her face, nose included, and she was dressed, well actually dressed was an overrated statement because she had an extremely revealing, blue outfit on. "She dosen't really expect to fight in that thing does she? Or maybe she wants to kill us by showing off her attractive and well sculpted body." Said Wolverine to himself.

As he was walking back and forth and growing extremely impatient, Wolverine listened to what the woman said but never really gave a damn about her statements. All he wanted was to get his hands on the person responsible for this and slice him into pieces for doing this to him. "I don't know about the rest of you but I ain't gonna fight for no one's amusement." Said Wolverine. "YOU HEAR THAT PUNK?" He shouted as he continued his statement.

[Thekettleison]

Devlin lowered his arms once more, his heart sinking a little. There was no applause, no suddenly screaming crowds. In fact, there was no reaction at all for the Vatican's foremost paranormal investigator. “Well, what a truly dreadful place.” He muttered. He had no idea where he was, but a world where nobody had heard of him certainly wasn't a place he wanted to remain in for long. As he continued to gaze at the crowd surrounding him, all warriors of some kind from the look of them, he found his eye drawn to one in particular. The man caught his eye almost immediately, a skintight bodysuit would do things like that to someone with Waugh's tastes, especially if the bodysuit was bright yellow and blue.

Idly toying with the tip of his mustache, Devlin made a move to approach the delightfully interesting looking man when he felt the Eye of Sekhmet begin to warm against his broad chest. The ancient Egyptian relic was telling him that someone was using magic, or some kind of psychic powers. And nearby too. Without further warning, some force constricted his ankles, pushing the heels of his boots together with a loud click. “How rude.” He exclaimed as his feet were pulled from under him threatening to pitch him onto his face.

Relying on the techniques taught to him by the monks of the Kem-Kwon monastery, Devlin instinctively threw himself into the fall, tucking his head and swinging his shoulder round to bear the brunt of the impact. It sent a jolt of pain through his arm, but his momentum carried him into a roll and he came out smartly standing on his feet, the cigarette holder still clamped firmly between his teeth.

His irritation was clear as he eyed the fighters surrounding him once more, his perfectly trimmed eyebrow raised in suspicion. “Now, which one of you malevolent miscreants was responsible for that little bit of mischief?” He demanded. “It was quite uncalled for and simply mean spirited.”

His head snapped round as a woman shouted nearby, he soon picked her out from the crowd, dressed as she was in... Very little. The woman looked like she'd be much more at home in a harem than in a combative tournament, though there was something about her, something subtle in her movements that hinted that she could move with the grace of a skilled killer. It seemed that he wasn't the only man who's attention she'd gained, as the bodysuit clad delight spoke, continuing her own shouted sentiment.

”I don't know about the rest of you but I ain't gonna fight for for no one's amusement.” This was said in a deep, rough sounding voice. Before he continued bellowing. ”YOU HEAR THAT PUNK?”

“Well, even if our illusive host didn't, I can assure you that the rest of us did dear boy.” He smiled. “Tell me, if you don't intend to fight for amusement. How shall we pass the time.”

[ActRaiser]

A voice came from behind Devlin and the others. It was a robed, mysterious figure. "Outside this room there is a massive facility even much larger than this one. This place is practically a domed city. This place is supported by servants who have no part in the tournament. I am one of them. Meet Anjem, your guide." The man smiles at them all. "I am just as surprised that I"m not one of the fighters here as I am that any of us are here. But I have been here for a long time. It no longer bothers me. Come along, and I will show you around."

[TheStinger]

Wolverine noticed that the ninja used some kind of telekinetic trick, wrapping the man's legs and jerking them a little. "Well this should be interesting." Muttered Wolverine. However the man somehow noticed that and used a martial arts trick to escape safe out of that little trap. Not impressed Wolverine noticed that the man got a little upset about that trick and demanded to know who was the person responsible. "Don't look at me buddy!" Said Wolverine with his arms crossed and with his left index finger pointed at the black and red ninja. Wolverine's senses picked up that the steroid-pumped man was a vampire, probably a daywalker since he obviously had no problem with light. Also from the man's attitude towards him, Wolverine imidieatly noticed that the man is gay. "Great! This is just what I need right now. Can this possibly get any worse." Said Wolverine while rubbing his forehead. He then noticed that the man started making jokes with him. Bad idea. Especially in the state in which Wolverine was in right now. "Listen pal, I....." Wolverine never managed to finish his sentence because a robed, misterious figure appeared behind them. The figure said that this place this one huge domed city and that behind this room there is a massive facility. It also said that the place is supported by servants that have nothing to do with the tournament and introduced one of them. A man named Anjem, which aparently will be the guide.

[Rtron]

Ermac waited in silence after Kitana was done proclaiming her question/challenge. His fists glowing slightly. If there was to be a battle, he would protect Kitana. He knew she could handle herself, but his souls were made of Edenian people. As such, his first inclination when a fight arose around Kitana was to protect her. Then, the man he had tripped demand who had done it to come forth. Ermac had no intention of doing such a thing, and remained silent. Then a man in a strange ninja outfit pointed him out. Ermac showed no reaction, appearing to be unaware, but he was ready in case the arrogant man decided to attack. He didn't like the looks the man who had pointed him out and the rest of the men in the crowd were giving Kitana. Again, he knew she could handle herself, but his Edenian souls didn't like their princess being eyed up like that. The glowing on his fists intensified. "We do not like this Princess. We suspect that there is an another motive to this tournament than simple amusement. We wonder, is there any others of EarthRealm, Outworld, Or Edenia here?" Ermac said. Then another person came and told them they were going to be guided by one of the servants into a domed city. "We do not like this." He repeated.