Looks like I will have to withdraw from this. RL seems to be getting a bit busier than expected and I won't be able to work with the time constraints. Good luck with your tournament.
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Nah, just a pokemon who says nothing but "Nergal, Nergal."
I have some amount of interest. Is there something I could see to clarify "mid-term" as terms of that nature tend to differ from one site to another? Thanks.
The day wore on, and Enzo found himself moving into the main stadium along with the majority of the crowd. Minali’s Great Tournament was, of course, the big draw of the festival and as evening approached the lights began to come on and the stadium filled. Enzo himself had a surprisingly decent seat about halfway up the stands but in the center of the oval. The Hikari Duelist sat back and enjoyed the pre-fight entertainment, watching as a pair of unfamiliar bands exchanged places in the center of the venue, and as a troupe of high flying aerialists flipped and flew across high wires and between swinging trapezes.
By the time the tournament began, Enzo was happily sipping on some drink or another, feeling content and energized by the almost electric excitement in the crowd around him. Being on this side of things was something that hadn’t happened in a long time, and he found it brought back not only happy memories of his childhood but a youthful exuberance he hadn’t felt in years.
Even the screeching entrance of the first competitor could do nothing to tamp down his anticipation. Dramatic entrances and the like were nothing new to the Duelist, of course. Those involved in the Leagues back home were considered celebrities, and many played to the fans and the sponsors in a variety of dramatic ways, from the flashy to the macabre. For Enzo, the woman - Hisame the announcer said - was just one of those on the darker side of things in taste. Certainly not his own style, but he could see the attraction for some.
Meanwhile, the woman’s opponent was entering from the opposite end of the sandy fighting ring. He was a big man with skin of vibrant blue and close shaved hair of bright white. A Calibani, if Enzo didn’t miss his guess. The man took a decidedly different tact in his entrance than Hisame did, practically leaping into the area with an upward thrust of both hands. This was evidently a signal because pyrotechnics shot into the air on either side of the well muscled gladiator.
“Oh my folks, here he is! Jobal Huin, the champion mixed discipline fighter all the way from Caliban. A master of submission moves and a self-proclaimed expert at defeating armed opponents with nothing but his bare hands.”
Jobal Huin danced and strutted forward, waving to the crowd and hooting. He was a showman, to be certain, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a competitor. The mid-thigh length shorts, ankle high boots, and forearm covering arm bands did nothing to disguise the muscular nature of the blue-skinned fighter. This was a man who knew his way around a gym, and had the product to show for it. Jobal was six and a half feet of blue skinned muscle and he was now turning his full concentration on Hisame.
“Alright folks, here we go. Let the Fifth Annual Minali Great Tournament begin!”
Green lights flashed around the lip of the arena and the crowd erupted in excited cheers. And as the sun slipped away unnoticed in the evening sky, Jobal Huin rushed forward towards Hisame, intent on relieving her of her sword and claiming an easy victory over the small woman.
By the time the tournament began, Enzo was happily sipping on some drink or another, feeling content and energized by the almost electric excitement in the crowd around him. Being on this side of things was something that hadn’t happened in a long time, and he found it brought back not only happy memories of his childhood but a youthful exuberance he hadn’t felt in years.
Even the screeching entrance of the first competitor could do nothing to tamp down his anticipation. Dramatic entrances and the like were nothing new to the Duelist, of course. Those involved in the Leagues back home were considered celebrities, and many played to the fans and the sponsors in a variety of dramatic ways, from the flashy to the macabre. For Enzo, the woman - Hisame the announcer said - was just one of those on the darker side of things in taste. Certainly not his own style, but he could see the attraction for some.
Meanwhile, the woman’s opponent was entering from the opposite end of the sandy fighting ring. He was a big man with skin of vibrant blue and close shaved hair of bright white. A Calibani, if Enzo didn’t miss his guess. The man took a decidedly different tact in his entrance than Hisame did, practically leaping into the area with an upward thrust of both hands. This was evidently a signal because pyrotechnics shot into the air on either side of the well muscled gladiator.
“Oh my folks, here he is! Jobal Huin, the champion mixed discipline fighter all the way from Caliban. A master of submission moves and a self-proclaimed expert at defeating armed opponents with nothing but his bare hands.”
Jobal Huin danced and strutted forward, waving to the crowd and hooting. He was a showman, to be certain, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a competitor. The mid-thigh length shorts, ankle high boots, and forearm covering arm bands did nothing to disguise the muscular nature of the blue-skinned fighter. This was a man who knew his way around a gym, and had the product to show for it. Jobal was six and a half feet of blue skinned muscle and he was now turning his full concentration on Hisame.
“Alright folks, here we go. Let the Fifth Annual Minali Great Tournament begin!”
Green lights flashed around the lip of the arena and the crowd erupted in excited cheers. And as the sun slipped away unnoticed in the evening sky, Jobal Huin rushed forward towards Hisame, intent on relieving her of her sword and claiming an easy victory over the small woman.
Images flickered across the screen in front of him, and while his eyes followed the movements automatically, James Cornelius Windsor - typically just called Jamie - wasn’t really paying any attention. He was roughly halfway through a seventy-two hour rotation, and the nagging heaviness of his eyelids was telling him it was time to call it a night. Like many emergency responders everywhere, those in Hestia Prime spent several days straight where they lived, slept, and ate in the department’s station house. They were on call for the entirety of their rotation, and by staying in the station itself they could quickly get to their gear and respond to any emergency that came up.
Jamie sighed and groped for the remote control where he had dropped it on the floor earlier when he stretched out on the couch. At the moment he was the only one in the station’s media room. The others were either asleep, eating, or in the gym depending on whether they were day or night watch. Finally his sluggishly questing fingers found the remote and clicked off the screen. With a yawn he swung his legs out and levered himself into a sitting position. Idly he scratched at his shoulder through the thin gray undershirt he was wearing and looked down at his bare feet blankly.
“Hey, Windsor.”
Jamie turned his head to see who had spoken, blinking to clear away the fog from his hazel eyes. His first thought on catching sight of Mika Yozumi was that she looked really good in the doorway, backlit just so from the light behind her. Dark hair, dark eyes, super in-shape, and absolutely gorgeous. His second thought was that after his almost-nap on the couch he must look like an absolute mess in his rumpled clothes and almost certainly messy hair.
“Mika… um... hi.”
Smooth, Jamie, real smooth…
Mika jerked a thumb in the direction of the bunk rooms with a smirk. “Time to clear out. We’re taking over the room for some old school monster flicks while you day watch guys snooze. You pass out in here you’ll end up getting used for a seat.”
Jamie pushed to his feet, smiling back. He was more awake now than he had been previously. Mika being in the room seemed to have that effect on him more often than not. “Promises, promises, Yozumi.” Stifling a yawn, Jamie gathered up his jacket, socks, and shoes and bundled them into his arms. Shuffling, he made his way across the room.
He paused at the hallway that led to the bunk rooms and turned to look back. Mika had already begun changing the settings on the screen as she dropped onto into the spot so recently vacated by Jamie’s head. “Hey, Mika…” She looked over at him expectantly, her eyebrows raising questioningly.
Just say it stupid. Worst she can do is say no, right? Come on you damned coward…
“Uh… never mind. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Mika’s expectant look turned to one of confusion briefly - perhaps mixed with a hint of disappointment? - before she smiled one of those bright beaming smiles at him. “Sure thing. Sleep well, Jamie.”
Without another word Jamie shuffled off down the hallway, clutching his clothes to his chest and gritting his teeth. In minutes he was changed into shorts and a t-shirt and was crawling into an empty bunk. The last thought that flickered through his brain before sleep took hold was not a particularly generous one.
You, James Windsor, are a god damned coward…
Jamie sighed and groped for the remote control where he had dropped it on the floor earlier when he stretched out on the couch. At the moment he was the only one in the station’s media room. The others were either asleep, eating, or in the gym depending on whether they were day or night watch. Finally his sluggishly questing fingers found the remote and clicked off the screen. With a yawn he swung his legs out and levered himself into a sitting position. Idly he scratched at his shoulder through the thin gray undershirt he was wearing and looked down at his bare feet blankly.
“Hey, Windsor.”
Jamie turned his head to see who had spoken, blinking to clear away the fog from his hazel eyes. His first thought on catching sight of Mika Yozumi was that she looked really good in the doorway, backlit just so from the light behind her. Dark hair, dark eyes, super in-shape, and absolutely gorgeous. His second thought was that after his almost-nap on the couch he must look like an absolute mess in his rumpled clothes and almost certainly messy hair.
“Mika… um... hi.”
Smooth, Jamie, real smooth…
Mika jerked a thumb in the direction of the bunk rooms with a smirk. “Time to clear out. We’re taking over the room for some old school monster flicks while you day watch guys snooze. You pass out in here you’ll end up getting used for a seat.”
Jamie pushed to his feet, smiling back. He was more awake now than he had been previously. Mika being in the room seemed to have that effect on him more often than not. “Promises, promises, Yozumi.” Stifling a yawn, Jamie gathered up his jacket, socks, and shoes and bundled them into his arms. Shuffling, he made his way across the room.
He paused at the hallway that led to the bunk rooms and turned to look back. Mika had already begun changing the settings on the screen as she dropped onto into the spot so recently vacated by Jamie’s head. “Hey, Mika…” She looked over at him expectantly, her eyebrows raising questioningly.
Just say it stupid. Worst she can do is say no, right? Come on you damned coward…
“Uh… never mind. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Mika’s expectant look turned to one of confusion briefly - perhaps mixed with a hint of disappointment? - before she smiled one of those bright beaming smiles at him. “Sure thing. Sleep well, Jamie.”
Without another word Jamie shuffled off down the hallway, clutching his clothes to his chest and gritting his teeth. In minutes he was changed into shorts and a t-shirt and was crawling into an empty bunk. The last thought that flickered through his brain before sleep took hold was not a particularly generous one.
You, James Windsor, are a god damned coward…
Hey all, I just thought I'd check in after getting caught up on the RP. I know I've been gone for a few months, because I last posted right before dead week. Now that I've graduated and taken some time to recover from 6 years of mathematics education I thought I'd try to get back into the RP and make some posts. A little heads up, I'm working on joining the Navy IRL and if that goes through I may get assigned to a ship and be out of contact again. Sorry I've been so... sporadic, but I just wanted to say that I like the RP and am trying to contribute where I can.
Also, I saw we got a new engineer (@AtlasRize) which is nice. I'd be happy to colab anything Engineering if ya'like.
I'm up for it, sure. Just waiting to see what is going on with the IC stuff that Heat posted.
Well, this rooftop is getting crowded...
Rust tossed a flicker of a glance at Raye as he crashed into and through the Nevermore, feeling a twinge of the old competitive relationship between the two. He'd only seen the other Huntsman a few times since they'd graduated from Shade Academy together. Part of him immediately wanted to turn the current situation into a competition, a see-who-can-kill-the-most-Grimm contest. The smarted part of his brain, however, snapped him back to reality and was just happy to see more Huntsman who up. They were going to need everyone they could get, it seemed. The whole town was looking more and more like an absolute nightmare.
The leopard-eyed Faunus caught the introductions the two strangers popped off, but didn't offer his own for the moment. Too much going on for that sort of thing, he felt. Particularly when the massive centipede-like monster came scuttling up behind them and almost nabbed Gwynn. In a heart beat Savage Arc whirled in Rust's hand, pieces clicking and sliding as the bow vanished and the blade took its place. Six feet long, half of it blade, the Hunstman couldn't help but grin a little as he glared at the hulking Grimm over the gleaming cutting edge.
With a surge of force he shot forward, covering the distance between where he had stood with the now hovering Huntress and where the monster was pulling itself up, clawing at the edge of the stone building as it did. With a quick thought he activated his Semblance, sending a whisper of geomancy into the stone where the Grimm labored. It wasn't much - to do more would require more concentration than he could afford at the moment - but hopefully it would destabilize the stone further and make it more difficult for the centipede to claws its way up the wall.
Meanwhile, Rust dashed to the creature's right side, Savage Arc sweeping back as he moved to trail behind his own right side. He caught the flashes of molten liquid that rained down against the Grimm trying to get to them and grinned further. Now that was what he liked in a partner.
"Slater! Go left, I'll go right!"
Without waiting for a response Rust dashed in from the right side of the monster. As he did he swept his weapon in a deadly diagonal slash from low right to upper left before immediately leaping backwards to hopefully avoid any counterattack. With luck he'd take out a couple of the creepy bastard's spindly legs and test out the strength of its carapace.
Rust tossed a flicker of a glance at Raye as he crashed into and through the Nevermore, feeling a twinge of the old competitive relationship between the two. He'd only seen the other Huntsman a few times since they'd graduated from Shade Academy together. Part of him immediately wanted to turn the current situation into a competition, a see-who-can-kill-the-most-Grimm contest. The smarted part of his brain, however, snapped him back to reality and was just happy to see more Huntsman who up. They were going to need everyone they could get, it seemed. The whole town was looking more and more like an absolute nightmare.
The leopard-eyed Faunus caught the introductions the two strangers popped off, but didn't offer his own for the moment. Too much going on for that sort of thing, he felt. Particularly when the massive centipede-like monster came scuttling up behind them and almost nabbed Gwynn. In a heart beat Savage Arc whirled in Rust's hand, pieces clicking and sliding as the bow vanished and the blade took its place. Six feet long, half of it blade, the Hunstman couldn't help but grin a little as he glared at the hulking Grimm over the gleaming cutting edge.
With a surge of force he shot forward, covering the distance between where he had stood with the now hovering Huntress and where the monster was pulling itself up, clawing at the edge of the stone building as it did. With a quick thought he activated his Semblance, sending a whisper of geomancy into the stone where the Grimm labored. It wasn't much - to do more would require more concentration than he could afford at the moment - but hopefully it would destabilize the stone further and make it more difficult for the centipede to claws its way up the wall.
Meanwhile, Rust dashed to the creature's right side, Savage Arc sweeping back as he moved to trail behind his own right side. He caught the flashes of molten liquid that rained down against the Grimm trying to get to them and grinned further. Now that was what he liked in a partner.
"Slater! Go left, I'll go right!"
Without waiting for a response Rust dashed in from the right side of the monster. As he did he swept his weapon in a deadly diagonal slash from low right to upper left before immediately leaping backwards to hopefully avoid any counterattack. With luck he'd take out a couple of the creepy bastard's spindly legs and test out the strength of its carapace.
Only in the brain department.
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