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Post by angelous on Mar 11, 2009 15:47:26 GMT -5
[first off is the non battle oriented portion]
"What do you mean you're taking on a new hero in training?" Herc asked Phil as the two walked out of the Coliseum waiting area.
"After your success I figured that if I could get one true hero, instead of a zero, then there must be others out there that can do the same. And since Sora and his two friends aren't here, I can't take them from junior heroes to full on heroes." Phil replied. He stopped, and the sound of his hooves hitting the ground stopped with him. Herc stopped and pondered this for a moment. Then he realized something.
"Just how are you going to find this hero?"
"Two words, tournament. Big one." Phil replied. Phil loved the kid, but Herc was as of late, starting to get annoying. Sheesh, Meg is this, and Meg is that. Kissy kissy faces at each other. There was only so much the little satyr could take. And the fact that he couldn't even get one little nymph to kiss him didn't make things any better. Although there was that one time with Aphrodite. Phil started to drool.
"Phil. Phil." Herc grabbed his mentor's shoulder. This in turn made him jump.
"WOAH! You scared me there kid. What do ya want?"
He frowned. Phil had been daydreaming again, and he figured it was about Aphrodite, or a nymph. "I asked how you plan on getting word out about the tournament."
Phil's jaw dropped. He hadn't thought about that. He closed his mouth, and then began pacing as he thought about what to do. He stopped and spun around.
"Kid you're a god. So go to Olympus, and ask Hermes to spread the word. After all, he is the universe's fastest messanger. Tell him it's a tag team match, eight people total. Winning team faces off against each other, and winner gets a prize."
Herc sighed, but nodded in agreement. After all, Phil had done so much for him, it was the least he could do. He then left Phil alone. -----
At Olympus, Herc explained what Phil wanted to do, and Hermes agreed. Hermes then took off as fast as he could to go to other worlds and get people to come. A few days later, Hermes told Herc back on Olympus that he had gotten the eight people, and that they were coming. Herc then began the long descent back down the mountain. He would've taken Pegasus, but he hadn't been in that good of a mood lately. -----
A figure in a brown robe appeared out of nowhere. It walked over to Phil. Phil turned around.
"If you're here to train, I got three words, wait for the tournament."
"I'm not here to train, I'm here for other reasons. You want another hero, I have someone entering the tournament I want taken care of. If he wins, then he faces Hercules. If he beats him, then I guess I'll find someone else to do the deed. If he loses, then he dies. Make a rule saying that losing costs your life. And if he loses, then he and Hades will make aquaintences. As for Hercules, you tell him that this person is evil and is being hunted as a murderer. And trust me, he is. He has killed hundreds of my people.
"You ain't referring to a kid named Sora are ya?"
"No."
"Good, so long as it ain't that kid, I'll see what I can do."
"I thank you."
Phil replied with a yeah, yeah, yeah. He then told the figure to leave, he had things to do. And so the figure did. ----
[Okay you guys post in here first, no fighting yet, you introduce yourselves here, and then Phil will give you your teams.]
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Post by lysander on Mar 11, 2009 16:31:59 GMT -5
[I'm assuming that we're in the coliseum's lobby. Yes.] A hole opened up in the ceiling of the coliseum. Long white threads reached down, forming a cocoon, and when they retracted a second later they left the body of a boy, dressed in garish clothing. His denim jacket was lined with black fleece, with multiple patches sewn into its surface. His jeans were the frankenstein's monster of fashion, made from the parts of various other jeans. He was an explosion of different colors and textures. Soft, rough, blue, red, sweet, sour. A cold wind blew through the small room as the threads shot back into the ceiling and the hole closed up.
With the slow, malevolent grace of a spider he rose. Casting his eyes about the room, his eyes blinked slowly, uncaringly, feral. He was something that would feed on the blood of an enemy, and the blood of the ally. And for all that primal ferocity, there was an unbiased, judgmental intelligence. The eyes of a trickster. But with a sudden turn all of that was gone, reduced to teenage angst. With a "Hmph." Iznan stalked over to one of the brick-lined walls, leaning back against it.
He folded his arms over his chest, one hand was adorned with a fingerless glove, while the other was not. The ungloved hand had several rings, and a tattoo between his thumb and first finger. A tattoo of an hourglass. His nails were painted, black and white stripes across each one. On one side of his neck, over his jugular and external carotid, another hourglass was tattooed. A ring stuck out prominently from his lip. "This party better liven up." He muttered under his breath. "Or I might have to leave." [/b][/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Dante on Mar 11, 2009 16:51:58 GMT -5
Everything was silent for a moment until the pitter patter of feet rushed away the quietness. The sounds were made from sneakers, ones worn down from running and whatnot. As the sound got closer, soft, metal chinking could be heard in sync with the footsteps. It was coming from the passageway outside. Could it be an enemy? A heartless or nobody? Maybe it was a creature never seen before, who knows? The sound stopped and in a matter of seconds, the loud sound of a sneeze came rushing through the passage.
"A-A-A-ACHHHOOOO! Man, I've really got to stop being so loud when I sneeze." It was no monster, nothing that could really frighten anyone either. It was instead Dante, who carried his cleaver on his back. He stared down and around and all other places as he entered the lobby. He had seen this place before. Many times when he was with Madam. This was where the Apprentice tournament was held back when. It was his ticket to freedom from that awful place. Dante sniffled a little bit and gazed over at the other person.
The guy was pretty nifty looking. Although the piercing could be removed. Dante found a bench and sat down, removing his cleaver and setting it on his lap. He made sure that it was all ready for the tournament coming up. He didn't need it falling apart and flying everywhere. He shivered a bit. Tournaments always did make him do that. They were just so full of excitement that Dante couldn't control himself. He looked at his right hand and slowly and slightly removed the glove to see what symbol it was on at the moment, finding the Nobody insignia printed on his hand lik the tattoo on the other guy's neck and hand.
Dante heard the person mutter a little bit, hearing only the last part of what he said. Dante looked up to him to get his attention and began to speak. "Hey, you can't leave, man. The tournament will be a drag with one less person," Dante explained to the man. He began again. "Well, I'm Dante. You are?"
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Post by ♥ kats KAT kats ♥ on Mar 11, 2009 16:56:42 GMT -5
A hooded figure exited a hole in the area between the gates and the coliseum's lobby. She had been offered an opportunity in a tournament. Granted that she was bored and wasn't doing much she took up this offer. She was given the day and where it was to be. Now here she was. Her boots walked through the sand and then up the sandy stairs towards the lobby. She opened the wooden door and walked in. The sun shone behind her, making her a silhouette in the sun's glare. She closed the wooden door and then looked around.
She was dressed in her normal outfit, with her cloak like jacket's hood covering her face. Her bangs covering her eye. She looked around with the one eye that wasn't hidden. She saw one other person, a boy. Quite a sight if she didn't say herself. She couldn't help but stare. She then looked away to stand against the brick wall opposite of him. She wasn't much of one for conversation.
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Post by Frog on Mar 11, 2009 21:01:17 GMT -5
From the skies above the coliseum gate area a silver dragon flew down from the sky. Riding atop it was a figure clad in colourful flowing dress with feathery billowing white hair. It descended from the back of the beast and bid it leave with a simple wave of the left nail-polished hand. The creature obeyed the gesture's command and flew off again, leaving its master to gracefully walk through into the waiting area for the arena competitors. Perhaps this woman was... oh wait, that's dude's chest isn't it? Perhaps his man was here to compete as well, though one could only wonder why if they knew him. Certainly he was already far beyond the need of any "teacher" in gaining power, and certainly he needed no instructions on heroism for... various reasons.
Then again, it wasn't often specified that the tournament was for novices only. Perhaps other well-experienced man and women already filled up the other seven slots. As for Kuja... the Angel of Death...
Well perhaps his reasons for being here weren't that hard to guess after all.
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Post by kempff on Mar 11, 2009 21:22:21 GMT -5
He appeared from behind the creaking of the wooden doors, enough so that his black robed figure fit through. From head to foot his black suit and silver shoulder pads were hidden, even his hair. He might have resembled an Organization member except his robe was made of a velvet that reflected no light and had no frilly designs. A tie in the middle of the front and a hood that cast a shadow over his face. The man made his way away across the lobby quietly, yet his presence was practically a vicegrip.
Sephiroth for some unknown reason found the idea of a tournament interesting, though he knew quite well why he had come. He was like none of these other people so far he could tell, or any to come. There was no need for him to boast or feel threatened by them, most of them almost certainly would have known who he was if he wasn't robed. They could only feel his presence. Absolute certainty glinted by a light hearted elitist pretense lurked beneath the dark specter.
He looked around, his straight face not changing slightly when he examined the other people there; they might as well been part of the arena itself. No Cloud...how disappointing.
Sephiroth continued on his way and walked up where he remembered Phil being. He had been here before after all. In one of his hands was a sealed letter indicating his entrance and that he wished to remain a robed until absolutely necessary. The last thing he needed was attracting attention longer than he had to.
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Post by parasiteeve on Mar 11, 2009 22:49:55 GMT -5
Outside the recently rebuilt Olympus Coliseum a Corridor of Darkness appeared in the center of the dirt space between the front doors and Hades. From out of the dark portal emerged a unknown person hidden under a black leather cloak. To those who recognized the outfit, they would most likely view him as a member of Organization XIII for this was the uniform each of the thirteen Nobodies wore. But he was not a member nor was he even a Nobody.
Riku had chosen to don the black outfit once again in order to keep his identity hidden from everyone. Should someone like Sora or the King be here, he wanted to make sure they would not know it was him. Plus, a part of him rather enjoyed this outfit even if Organization XIII were the ones who used it as their uniforms.
Riku looked up at the clear blue sky to see a silver dragon fly across the coliseum dropping off someone. He could already tell that this tournament would be a very interesting one. Riku wondered though, would Sora be there? He only knew about this place because of Sora telling him about his time here. It was likely that he received an invitation to this as well. Hopefully though, his friend would not show up to this event.
Riku headed inside the coliseum to meet with Phil and get himself signed up for the tournament. Once he was inside he took quick glances at the other contestants. No Sora, no Donald, no Goofy to be found anywhere. This was good now he could just fight and not worry about having his identity found out. He spotted the short satyr and headed over to hand him his invitation. Once he did he walked over to look at the trophies and records that were on display. Most of them were Soras, but that would change today.
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Post by Amari on Mar 12, 2009 21:50:42 GMT -5
Boom! A loud thud echoed through the lobby. A dark, gloomy shadow appear and walked through the door. It stepped into the light. "Sorry," the man said quietly.
He was wearing his usual, dress clothes. He looked around at the competition. 'Not a very neat group are they,' he thought to himself. He caught a glimpse of the satyr out of the corner of his eye. He walked up to the satyr, "Phil right? I'm Angelo," he whispered. "Still missing one, I can wait. Need any help with anything, just ask."
Angelo walked over to the big block in the center of one of the walls. He pulled out a cloth out of one of his pockets. He wiped down the block, then shook out the cloth and tucked it back away. Angelo sat down gracefully and gently.
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Post by Rocket! on Mar 14, 2009 11:08:59 GMT -5
Step, step, step...
Mora Vadnais poked her head through the now open doorway.
A crowd of people were standing around, leaning against various objects, or just plain trying to look cool. Just... waiting or something.
Crap. She's late.
Hefting her gun sling so it was situated like a backpack strap, Mora leaped up and dashed across the lobby towards the small goat-man person.
Screeching to a halt in front of the satyr, Mora shoved her hand out to the small, rotund man. Smiling, she said, "Hey! I'm Mora."
...after a moment, she pocketed the hand, dropping the grin. "Um, yeah. Big fight or something, right? Can I get in?"
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Post by lysander on Mar 14, 2009 11:41:36 GMT -5
Iznan just stood back, and watched as everyone else showed up. He eyes flitted back and forth between one person and the next, but didn't actually think to distinguish them as real people. The annoying one at his side was just another obnoxious competitor and nothing more. The Trickster noticed something, and couldn't help but giggle softly to himself before stating his mind out loud to the group. "Hey there now. Look at all the cool mysterious competitors. A bunch of people in black hoods and cloaks. Wow, aren't they cool. I bet they're so angsty and mysterious that they go around lookin for that special somethin', or that certain someone. But'cha gotta keep hidden, right? I mean, Gods know that if any random stranger were to see any of your faces you'd be forever doomed to failure. Gotta keep up that little mystique, no matter how stale and tasteless it gets, right?" [/color] Iznan casually put his arms back and lifted himself up into the opening where the trophies were placed. Slipping back into a comfortable slouch he knocked over one trophy which knocked over the rest. One of his half closed eyes rolled over to register the great disrespect paid to some champion or another... Sora... Sora... and Sora... "Sure are a lot of Sora's runnin' around, winnin' tournaments and the like." He muttered as he shifted and got more comfortable on the stone. It wasn't that he was stupid. He was just a troll, throwing around inflammatory comments like party favors. Someone else would pick up the trophies and right them, assuredly. Just to add to his own obnoxiousness he began to fidget, bouncing his legs off of the wall in a childish manner. He was likely the youngest competitor here, and the likelihood he'd be underestimated was massive.[/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Frog on Mar 14, 2009 12:13:09 GMT -5
Kuja entered the room from the outside with his usually sheer flamboyant-even-without-action presence. The feather-haired male stroke some bangs out of his face with purposeful attention before opening his eyes to the room. Nobody in it would feel as if his gaze ever reached them if anybody could actually be bothered to notice he'd arrived. Kuja simply wasn't even taking note of who the competition was. The falling of trophies didn't even draw any attention, as if everything but his own soon-coming words were worthless background noise.
"I have arrived," he said suddenly in his rather out-of-place-from-his-appearance masculine voice, as if everyone had been waiting for him specifically. The Angel of Death's arms crossed over his exposed chest in an elegant fashion and his left hand rose up next to his soft face, eyes again closed to the world that didn't deserve to be beheld by him. "You may begin the event now."
Honestly, the way his actions and dress conflicted with his deep and serious-sounding voice was quite something. Either way it looked like anybody who dared to arrive later than he would just need to be left out of the competition... assuming Phil gave as much heed to Kuja's whims as Kuja expected they should be heeded.
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Post by Dante on Mar 14, 2009 13:02:41 GMT -5
Dante laughed softly at what the man said, thinking of how immature this guy was. Then, he noticed something; almost everyone in here was wearing some sort of cloak or jacket that kept them concealed. Dante, the immature man, and a few others were still wearing normal attire. He looked back into his glove to see which symbol was showing; there was none. It did this a lot, leaving Dante with no sense of what he would become.
At that moment, the man nudged a little into the trophy case and quickly went back into his place. That caused the major chain reaction of falling trophies, one even hitting Dante in the back. God damn! There was no doubt in Dante's mind that this guy needed a lesson. Seriously, knocking over someone's pride. Dante stood up and rubbed the spot where the trophies hit him in the back.
He wanted to knock this guy's head clean off his shoulders, but kept his cool and began to speak in his normal voice. "Pretty mature there, huh buddy?"
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Post by kempff on Mar 14, 2009 14:58:47 GMT -5
Sephiroth didn't hear the bickering person, instead he stood perfectly still waiting for Phil. He'd trust the satyr would keep as quiet as he had before about Sephiroths presence.
When the rest of the entrants were present Sephiroth turned his hood. Nothing much, except one. A man much like him, or as close as someone could be.
He turned back and returned to his motionless position. Maybe this would be worth it.
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Post by angelous on Mar 14, 2009 15:07:35 GMT -5
[this post is going to be rather short for me anyway]
Phil heard voices, and for the most part didn't pay any heed to them. He was finishing up the renovations. He put a vase back on it's pedistal, and then he was done. The Coliseum was back in business. He heard the trophies fall, and as they did, he cringed. He turned around and yelled at the people who were horsing around.
"Hey I just fixed this place up, I don't need to spend another week on repairs! Wait a sec..." Phil paused as he saw the eight people before him. These must've been the ones who responded to his cry for fighters in the tournament. He counted under his breath. Yup he had all eight.
"Alrighty, welcome to the Pandora Tournament. As you know, or may not know, it's a tag team tournament. The winning team dukes it out against each other, then the winner is declared. A new rule though, to get the crowd going, as well as to test your own capabilities. You can be killed, and I'm not going to stop it. It's up to your teammate to help you, and up to your opponent to decide whether or not to let you live." He began to pace. He pulled out a scroll and called off names.
"Riku and Reika. You two are a team. Dante and Mora are a team. Angelo and a returning fighter, whose name I have been requested to keep secret," Phil looked over at Sephiroth, "are a team. And lastly, Kuja and Iznan are a team. Now I only know one of you, so you guys are going to have to figure out who your partners are yourselves. Four words for the lot of you. Good luck and don't die."
[find your partners now]
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Post by ♥ kats KAT kats ♥ on Mar 14, 2009 15:16:24 GMT -5
She remained quiet as the others bickered, of which some were immature. She stood relatively still, all of these people were just competitors to her. She wondered which one would be her partner, she had heard that this tournament was partner based or something. She wasn't quite sure. What she did know was that it seemed everyone was here.
Her gaze shifted from person to person, examining them. Mostly all of them seemed young, accept for the two men with long flowing white hair...silver at that. There seemed to be one other girl besides herself. She wondered if because she was a woman that she would be teamed up with another female. Or that she might get teamed up with some little pip squeak that got in her way. She was basically a one woman-show. She did things by herself. she wondered why exactly she had decided to come.
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