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A few things I'd like to know:

Could you describe the style of the city and its buildings as well as the tournament arena? I'd like to get a strong visual and pictures or a likeness would also be appreciated but not required.

Do you have issue creating an NPC(s) if I had Hisame come in as a competitor in the tournament? I think this particular path has a lot of potential; perhaps quite long but I perceive you enjoy writing to a great degree.

I noticed you only have a partial list of Truths? Do you plan to add more? I don't mind one way or the other.

By the way I am elated to see how much effort you put into your posts.

This shall be fun indeed.
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I only did the Lucha thing as a lark, but if you ever want to set up a match, Tasuke, I'd be more than happy to write with you.


Sure. Let me have a profile for the character(s) you'd want to use.

I'll use Hisame. The sheet is in the 2nd page of the tournament characters tab.

We can go from there.

I similarly look forward to writing with you.
@DLLTo be honest I actually like you and would enjoy giving a match between myself and you or your members a try.
With each step downstairs Hisame feels the pull of her sword like a leash around her neck; called like a dog to the wicked master's service. What power she has to refuse will diminish by the footfalls she takes toward the bloodthirsting brand and it only strengthens when they proceed through the hallway. It becomes strongest when they pass a dark, open room to her left opposite the kitchen; her peripheral catches the eyeless doppelganger in the doorway but she feels its entry as blood becomes ice and vision fades to black.

She halts and her face falls but only for a few moments before taking the necessary steps to stand behind Magnixx's sinistral side. How the desire to smile tickles yet expression remains indifferent; however what betrays the lie is the sheer glee glittering her gaze. At last the Nightwalker is free to feed and the only thing left to endure is arrival of the perfect moment.

Now the farmer stands before them with the shotgun raised at the chest of the towering king. Apparently his words disarm them while he lowers the weapon. The fear remains in the reply, thick in Southern accent. "I get by... Just makin' a run from town in mah truck." He glances at both of them. "You guys drifters? The fuck'd ya do to mah property?" He looks them up and down with a smirk. "You just get done fuckin' too?"

Hisame's left hand sneaks abaft and opens to beckon the Fateful Death into its yearning grip from within the unlit room. Her eyes move to Magnixx, carefully gauging his reaction to these subtle movements; she awaits continuing of conversation then commands the weapon to come, feeling its dry, tattered hilt in her hand and keeping its point facing her back. The other hand comes for a transfer of reversed grip.

These clandestine actions are climaxed with a raising of the razor arc like an overgrown dagger, edge down; then it's driven toward his left lung in an effort to pierce clean through and make him breathless. From there she'll reinforce hold with her left hand and push down with all her weight to cleave through ribs, kidneys and intestines until the sword exits just above the pelvis in a slender carving of the torso. It rests at her side, its once repugnant surface now alive with swirling scarlet luster and drizzling blood onto the floor.

So is the reaper revealed when Hisame grins with all her teeth and beholds the reaction to what should be a single perfect deathblow.
After 7pm every day following my new job. I'm off Thursdays and Sundays.

My post will be up tonight.
That smoldering touch could almost reduce Hisame to cinders if she let it; if only they could remain locked within their private paradise perpetually. Their soon-to-be bittersweet romance destined to halt like a speeder at a red light and reveal the truth she adamantly resisted. She knows it's only a matter of time before the serpent slithers its way in to deliver a single, potent bite he will not be able to endure. Until then she is a thief of time but she expects that her adversary will attempt a cunning lure; for if it cannot make her move to accomplish its desire then it will seek to accomplish it through him.

The tiny amount of happiness Magnixx has bestowed keeps her smiling self-deceptively as she ponders his words. That's until she hears the very real BOOM of a gunshot echo like thunder from outside; then a voice calling to them from downstairs: a masculine pitch riddled with caution and confusion. "Hey, what the hell is this?! Who messed up my barn and house?! Show yourselves!"

"Is that the owner?" she inquires while sitting up. "He doesn't sound pleased." Her eyes and movements follow the king before she rises to slip on her kimono and ties it. Hisame presumes they'll venture to speak to him together but doesn't leave the room until he does, standing with folded arms at the doorway in expectation he'll lead the way. What may obviously be the trap she's awaited could very well not be and if the farmer found her sword then it will only make her acquirement of it that much more inevitable.
The king is fretless and it comes as no surprise. For men of his title opposition is a daily event; he has learned to roll with the riots while stomping out revolutions. All to be done will be to ensure fealty and receipt of taxes. However talk of a cherished item perks the attentive Hisame's brow. She presumes he speaks of his sword but for it to be the esteemed object addressed it is contradictory for him to leave it in the barn. Even while she admires the embers of his eyes she mulls over other potential heirlooms.

Then a firm squeeze of her derriere makes her jump and squeak like a surprised mouse, her face pink with blush as she registers his statement. The event is enough to hush the hungry horde in her head; shock soon melts away and she smiles afresh, holding in the laughter. "I hope it is something more than my ass you've noticed, O King."

The chuckle escapes and she swallows a lump of embarrassment; she pauses to frame her question. "Please... Tell me all you've noticed of me."

Now the whisperers grow tireless and roar into a confusing cacophony Hisame drowns out like radio static; she tiptoes for every moment she may keep; every second stolen her own private victory. So long as she refuses to listen; so long as she stays in his protecting embrace.
The thin strands of optimism remaining for the worn-out woman are tightened; tugged on each end in opposing directions more strongly with each portion of answer he gave: a far away land of foreign names that humans have never treaded in a far away place. Magnixx is either literally from Heaven or some place worlds or dimensions apart. It means to return there is in the very least a burdonsome task and at most an eater of months or years.

The final, snapping pull comes as she listens and gazes emptily at their reflection in the nearby mirror. The image of two lovers is innocent and harmless amid the first blinks of her eyes but then a horror: a separate image of herself at the bedside, dressed and staring at them with black holes and a crazed, twisted grin.

Where others may be startled the only feeling it arouses is sinking dread and realization. What happened before was not in vision; she'd miscalculated the exact distance of influence her cursed compeer possesses and allowed herself to become a toy for however much time she'd lost. So the sword is now somewhere in the house and that meant their dance would soon take a terrifying turn. For now the night has fallen and the hunger must be sated.

Unfortunately Hisame is the only one who can see the apparition as its arm lifts the katana overhead. Its length glitters with rusty gold before it's brought down like a guillotine into both their midsections with a wet slicing but all she can do is twitch and blink back into reality. She gazes into the newly normal reflection of the mirror and cuts the silence with the answer to his question. "This world is called Earth and the country is America. A world of industry, machines and incompetence."

She looks back at him listlessly. "Unfortunately it is a world where you are the only of your kind and many, if not all in it will greet you with fear and hatred." The smile feels feigned. "Except for me, that is; I am also... different."

Silence is allowed to fill the seconds but not for long. Soon only her ears hear the whispers from the unlit hallway; the scratching upon the ajar door frame; the beckoning of her blade for an altogether dissimilar feast of flesh.
The touch of the king is a gentle fire as his hands sink into Hisame’s flesh and adventure where they please; gliding over her most sensitive areas to find them salivating for more. The passion sealed in his lips is given in a deep kiss and exchange of breath. Like a tiny, breakable doll she’s held as he slips off his and her bottoms alike before he lays back and awaits her hopping on the pogo stick. An activity she’s all too eager to begin if not for the unpleasant feeling of being watched; intrusion by an otherworldly audience.

So Hisame turns to look over her shoulder as it glitters in sweat, slowly slipping her arms free of he top. Then she lifts the garment winks before throwing it to the floor and over the eyes of all onlookers as their vision goes black until their marathon is complete.

In exhausted aftermath she lay beside him wrapped in white bedsheets, panting in struggle to catch her breath and feel below the waist. Hisame’s arms are limp around his torso while her head spins in dizzy thoughts of sweaty silence. Silence broken by a weak yet jovial chime of laughter as she says, “You are indeed a generous king… I apologize, for it seems you have serve me more than I have you.” She crawls over the expanse of his chest to look into his eyes with softness and a smile, her heart still thundering against his. “May I ask about your homeland? Is it an island somewhere across the oceans? It is a place I have not heard of or seen.”
My post will be up tonight.

Sorry for delay.
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