ColouredCyan

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@obliviousRoadie You wanna go brah?

*Checks IC*

OH WE'RE GOING BRAH, GOTTA DEFEND MY LADIES HONOUR NOW!

*Super Sayian Noises*

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seeing as it's already clear that cyan's gonna win this round, i'm gonna go ahead and start my next post if yall don't mind

@obliviousRoadie

I don't mind, you could work on a post now and wait for GMs approval to post it.

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@ColouredCyan lmao lov that compensation vote, thanks G

@obliviousRoadie

No prob fam, thank you for your kind vote. :)

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"...This is a fighting tournament, laowai!"

Garbage stopped enjoying playing "La Vie en Rose" for the robots for the split second she was allowed to before being so rudely interrupted and studied the crowd for the source of the noise and trying to find what Laowai might be. She hadn't the time of course, because a lightning launcher had materialised itself out of mid air, or at least she thought it was a lightning launcher, it did occur that it could be the other life form that shouted at her and if it really was a lightning launcher it wasn't one from her Universe.

"You're going to have to get..."

Her suspicions were confirmed when a trumpet honk was drowned out by a the burst fire of the weapon. Whatever came out the end of it, it pasted narrowly over her head before she'd even been able to react and now there were more. The noise was enough to startle Shelly into flight mode, diving for cover barely noticing even more were now trained on her. Shelly hoped the nearby rocky pillar could take some punishment or this was going to be over quick.

"...USED TO IT!"

The weapons screamed again drowning out the voice and the accompaniment, perforating the trail end of Garbage's cloak, mid dive. Shelly collided clumsily with the floor, not helped at all by the accordion strapped to her chest, and scrambled to get the rest of her limbs safely out of harms way. She had a moment to breath now but she expected it wouldn't be for long, he'd be moving into flank her soon. Garbage tried to strategise. He's talking still, that's a good start, without that he couldn't even be reasoned with. He's being paying attention to her, so she had to be having some sort of effect on him, not that she'd be able to use it yet, they were completely untuned. Her final "in" was music, he didn't seem to take fondly to French classics but maybe something more his style, Orchestral? It seemed a bit of a stretch when he was also firing weapons at her.

Dialog seemed the way to go, but she'd have to be careful about her choice of words, the last thing she needed was to look weak or egg him on. He was clearly the competitive type, dangerously so. He needs to feel like he hasn't lost, at the same time he needs to not feel like he's been handed a win. There was a sense of humour buried in there somewhere, dark as it is, one doesn't hand out advice like that while preparing a hail of thunder. Maybe treating him like a bully was the best option, not playing ball, not playing his game, would be enough for him to want to go find someone else who would put up a fight. If this was the best approach she'd already lost a power play by diving into cover, it could be tough coming back from that. it wasn't safe to come back out of cover yet, but she'd have to at some point to show she hadn't anything to hide.

"...Huh! Guess it'll be a short one, then! Take it away, maestro!"

Even he realised Jiang's weakness for the limelight. She'd have to work on getting her adversary to ignore him, baby steps though.

"You're one guy right? Those weren't recordings, how are you playing all those instruments? I can only just manage an accordion."

This was bound to provoke an attack, it encouraging his dark humourous side to display more of his music accompanied barrage.

Sure enough, Jiang couldn't resist the chance to demonstrate his skills to a captive audience. The summoned guns cocked sequentially with the beat set by the trumpet's fanfare, and taking aim at the pillar with crash of the drums and screech of the violins.

"Here, let me SHOW YOU!" he bellowed as the music crescendos towards the end of the introduction. The noise of the guns firing and the following bullets smashing the concrete ceiling support was deafening. As the rhythmic drumming starts, Jiang calms, a sly grin on his face, "In answer to your question, laowai, I am a conductor, I conduct and the music plays."

That answers that, I suppose, Shelly supposed. The power packed into those weapons was impressive, scarily so. He was a broken individual though, and, given time, Shelly could break him just a little bit more. Shelly was right about the humour, and right about the ego too. Maybe she should continue pushing those buttons.

"Its tragic really, a professional musician drowned out by the din of his own firearms, if I was going to die to your soundtrack the least you could do is let me listen to it, its a March right? A military one?"

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@ColouredCyan that was a PULL UP ON A MUHFUCKA post indeed

also how's 1 and a half days sound for you

i bet your post is gonna win, my writing's shit lmao

@obliviousRoadie

Jesus Christ you have to give me sometime to write the bloody thing. Unless you mean 1 and a half days after my fightin' post and year thats fine.

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@obliviousRoadieWas that a fightin' post?@LugubriousWas that a fightin' post?

Should I fightin' post?

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Sorry I missed this. In a straight line, the distance is 20 meters.

@Lugubrious

Oh, your post says hundreds.

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Garbage

Name: Ms. Michelle "Shelly" Dunnst
Alias: Garbage
Race: Metahuman
Sex: Female
Class: Dynamic Paradigm Consultant
Equipment: Accordion, Mini Speakers, Ultrabright LED Torches, Empty Vials, A sharp knife.
Abilities:

High Social Intelligence: Shelly reads people's feelings like children's books. In conjunction with conversation she is capable of gleaning a lot more information than most.

Sensory Persuasion: Sensing Shelly induces Synesthesia, causing temporary changes in perception, tastes and opinions of the sensor. The intensity of the perception correlates positively with the magnitude of change. For example, passively gazing at or listening to Shelly offers little to no change after a short period of exposure. However the feeling of Shelly against your bare skin has the chance to drastically alter current priorities and occasionally warp perception of reality. Its thought that Shelly gives off an "aura", a complex array of sensory information at all times (even when trying to do nothing), including but not limited to visual cues, pheromones, voice modulations, tactile stimuli and secretions in sweat that induce over stimulation and under stimulation in both the sensory and memory section of the brain leading to temporary changes. These changes start off as quite random, however Shelly tunes herself unconsciously becoming more better and better at controlling the experiences she induces in those paying attention to her. It is unknown what effect Shelly has on those with extrasensory abilities, although the link between intensity of the sensing and amount of change to tastes and opinions is likely to hold true.

Fighting Style: Pacifist. Entirely unskilled in combat. Prefers talking it out.

Personality: Bold, independent and verifiably the best taste in fashion known to man, Shelly is a force to reckoned with. She's by no means a genius but doesn't often find herself outwitted. She's very curious and novelty seeking, taking large interest in very niche things. Shelly possesses some athleticism acquired from many hours working out in the gym and as you might expect, is nowhere close to supernatural levels. Shelly's true strength relies on her ability to read the situation and read people, diffusing situations with her social skills, her patience and her compassion. Shelly's learned not to be shy, her behaviour has a more lasting effect on people than her powers do. She's a natural diplomat and if it weren't for her obsession with the stuff at the College, she would probably already climbing the political ladder in her country of origin. Everyone who has ever spent time with Shelly would tell you she was absolutely charming, in a slightly odd way, but certainly a delight to be with. Shelly is very open with others, deep down however, she still finds it tough to trust others, and more worryingly, this mistrust has always scaled with compatibility. The best way to describe how close she lets people get to her is "arms length", but you wouldn't know this until you REALLY pushed this boundary as she is well equipped to hide it.

Wish: To join the upper echelons of the Inquistical College.

Echo: The College Aquarium. Deep below the college foundries, chapels, office spaces and magi-tech facilities lies the Marine life observatory. Being so close to the City of Echoes, part of its transient nature leaks into water around it, producing a ever shifting underwater world filled with a biodiversity unseen anywhere else in this realm. This richness is collected, catalogued and studied. All creatures and plants are kept separate in a great living library until its believed it will play nice with everything else in the vast College Aquarium, which is complete with its own stunning black sand beach and weather. The bizarreness of some of the forms of life here is what draws Shelly in, looking at them and pondering it's weird existence gives Shelly a small impression of what it might be like to spend a lot of time in her company. Shelly doesn't truly have the intelligence to work long term in the Marine Biology department as a scientist, but her skill set has been nonetheless useful for the department on occasion.

Bio: Shelly's first experience of the college was a job as a temporary assistant to a Inquistical College Ambassador. On paper, all it was was shuffling documents, acquiring signatures and making sure the right people knew the right amount of the right stuff at the right time, and no earlier. In reality, Shelly had started her journey on the most complex, political game she had ever played. Not that she would notice until after her initial contract ended and she was thrust back into the ordinary. She'd only been there a 2 months to cover a staff member on sick leave but it took a whole year to really process what had gone on during the time she was there. The things she saw. The people she met. It was hard to tell, sat at her desk job in her dazed state whether it was a dream, or a nightmare, the only thing she knew is she had to see more. The hunger grew, which eventually inspired her to attempt to pull some strings. Shelly was in luck, they needed someone to do some clerical work, the game was on. Purging the souls of the damned from ancient artefacts wasn't much her thing but it was a step in the right direction and after a few weeks she was in charge of liaisons with other departments and department heads. Shelly hopped from division to division, implementing her talents in what ever way would take her upwards and show her more of the grotesque beauties that existed within the College walls. This all came to halt however, a few years after joining. Schmoozing with the right people was impossible because nobody seemed to even know where the right people were or what they even did, except they were the very reason the place the college stayed running and running efficiently. A glass ceiling seemed to separate her and the next rung, a glass ceiling she'd like to quantum tunnel through so that she could walk along its surface and have a look at what other wonderful things the College has to offer.

Appearance:
Shelly has curly shoulder length dark brown hair, usually tied up behind her right ear with an ageing, but still functioning, fluffy Miffy scrunchy. Exceptionally Dark brown eyes adorn her tan face, dark enough that without good light its tough to see where pupil ends and iris begins. An innocent button nose betrays her age, however her personality will set you straight again. At 5'3" she's a shorty but her high, wide hips give her legs the impression of length. Her training has toned her physique, but she's by no means muscular.

Garbage wears a black hooded cloak, which obscures physique and accordion entirely, and can be tied together to keep closed with a gold ribbon. The hood is large an makes it difficult to see that shes also wearing a superhero style domino eye mask and an earpiece with tiny microphone attached. Out from the bottom of the cloak you can just about make out a pair of combat boots. Underneath is Garbage's "supersuit", which is designed for maximum exposure without compromising on necessary protection. Garbage chooses to wear a white low cut boyshort leotard. Two red vertical stripes run up the suit and down the back. Her "utility belt" is little more than a bum bag decorated with red ruffles that contains some of her potent weapons.

Frenzy: Shelly loses control of her power, transmitting all her dreadful, insanity driven feelings to all others that are paying attention to her, forcibly. The sheer intensity of it leaving most of their sensory and memory faculties hugely impaired with garbage information, manifesting itself in experiences like hallucinations, blindness, deafness, false memories, amnesia, the sensation of slow time and out of body experiences. It also activates Frenzy in her victims.

Failing to obtain a soul returns her to previous state of control giving her back the ability to focus and tune, however she too is now a victim of her own powers and is just as liable to disable herself as she is others.

Inventory: Vessel

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"SHELLY GARBAGE DUNNST!" Shelly screamed as the teleporter whirred into life and dropped her hastily prepared pseudo-lantern just behind her. This was it. Her heart was racing, she was either about to enter a competition she really wasn't supposed to be in in a single functioning piece or scattered among the various worlds of city of the Echoes, whilst still alive! A quick sly grin and a wave to Felicity and she was gone. The brilliant flash of light of much brighter than she'd expected, it burnt even with her eyes tight shut. The light receded slightly and Shelly took this to mean it was safe to look. It was still bright, but her hood took the edge off. She was surrounded by, magitech golems? They were highly decorative if they were, like some of the precursor ones you read about in textbooks. They were very well behaved, Golems don't tend to care much about what was going on around them so long as they didn't obstruct their task, but these ones, they just watched and waited. And emoted? "That one, right there." Shelly started talking aloud to herself, not yet understanding she was being listened too. "You look like you're surprised to see me, are you? Could you be? Or was that just how you were made sweetie? Because you sir", she said turning to another droid nearby, "you sir look a little grumpy. Do you have feelings too?"

"Who are you?" A distant voice yelled, "I don't recognize you on my list. Neheh...someone must have forgotten to give me a memo..."

Shelly returned to the large hole in the wall through which the man was shouting. More magitech, but this was only one of those teleconferencing drones. It pretty disappointing seeing it here, a nasty reminder this was still real life and Shelly wasn't taking a mystery tour through foreign lands. Maybe it was a good thing.

"Whatever. It looks like you two have had the misfortune to be placed within a hundred meters of one another. That means no exploring, no looting, just straight to the heart of the matter. The Crucible's first-ever match is about to get underway! And to the victor go the spoils. Ready, you two? ...Go!"

"No." Garbage enunciated, adjusting her accordion straps, "I'd rather not."

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There are a couple problems. First off, the RP's status is 'full'. The two remaining player spots belong to @Indra and @Mira Yasaka. That means I'm actually not accepting, unless one were to give up the slot.

Second, the central premise of the character's backstory is misguided. The Crucible is something that, in terms of this story, just started to exist for the first time. This is the first official tournament, and it's not supposed to be some sort of recurring societal thing like the Hunger Games; it is a private event, with the participants spontaneously joining.

With these two things in mind, I must decline this concept, though I am sorry to put to waste all the work you did.

@Lugubrious

Ah my bad, I hadn't noticed, my apologies.

Also my bad, I'll rewrite it in case the first problem resolves itself, wasn't particularly attached to her backstory really, don't know why I imagined the Crucible was a recurring thing. I'm glad the powers alright though.

Its alright, the characters recycled from an old Rp, only a few elements are new.