The Tournament: Redux

[Terywj [태리]]

Tery shrugged his shoulders, and started walking to one side of the arena. He sat down and began playing a small flame, dancing it around the palm of his hand.

(I will continue on with the story by 11:30-ish if Laundry doesn't show up.)

 

[#HBC | Ryker]

"Ello, poppet."

In close, Johnny reached back and swung in an underhanded blow to the stomach. He could feel the swing connect as he jumped back to catch the shark's descent. However, instead of being at attention, Reginald fell limply to the ground instead.

"Son of a silver stopwatch! You knocked him bloody unconscious! Not many's the man who could accomplish a feat like that. Where on god's green Earth did you get that kind of strength of arm. A man with an uppercut like that is to be respected."

Strapping on his unconscious shark, Johnny extended his arm while watching to see how the man would react.

"Yar har har! The name's Johnny, Captain of the Paradox. Put 'er there, stranger."

 

[Evil Eye]

Drall eyed Johnny cautiously. He hadn't seen a man go from combat to jovial friendliness in quite some time, and never outside the walls of a slam. It seemed that the pirate motif wasn't just an act; this Captain seemed to be the real deal.

He ignored the mild throbbing across his diaphragm. Drall's body had long ago accustomed itself to physical strikes. Despite this, he had to find himself mildly impressed by the bearded one's blow. It had struck with a force Drall rarely encountered, and might even leave a bruise, yet.

Niceties didn't come easy to Drall, but he decided to give it a shot, and extended his arm, engulfing the buccaneer's hand in his own.

"Drall," he uttered. He thought for a moment before deciding to test the Captain's connections. "The Posie Princess."

 

[Lore]

Meg struggled to hold back her giggle before it made it out, but only a slight twitch revealed the fight within.

She knew the title of Posie Princess, but still. It was Posie Princess.

 

[#HBC | Ryker]

"Bwahahaha! Well, cast a shadow and call me a sundial. They don't let people out of there. Certainly not a man with a title such as that. You're an interesting fellow." Johnny released the man's grip and looked over at the girl who had backed away when the short skirmish had started and then back to the man he was speaking with. "You've taken a shining to the lass over there? I can see what I can do about softening her up for ye if ye find yerself needin a first mate," he muttered in a conspiratorial tone.

 

[Evil Eye]

Drall was almost beginning to like this short, decadent man. Like the pirates of old stories, he seemed to know a thing or two about seizing what you want without stopping to worry about things such as consent of acquisition. He seemed to know all the right things about the underworld, as well.

Folding his arms, Drall smirked. "Never say no to a favor. 'Specially not from people that seem to have the goods."

 

[Lore]

(OOC: x 1000)

Observing the two men's conversation, Meg realizes that a prudent young woman with a need to not be ***** should quietly sneak away. And so she did by sitting behind the living bed.

"Hey mr bed, there's twenty bucks and maybe a nip slip in this for you if you stay still and maybe help me out."

 

[Asdioh]

Spencer peeked over the side of the bed. "Is this what we're going to do on the bed?" he asked.

 

[Terywj [태리]]

Tery, showing some growing concern for the friend of Werekill's decided to get off his lazy bum and approached her, offering her a hand up. "You alright?" He asked kindly.

 

[Lore]

Meg winked at the dust particles. "No, but if putting up with you imagining it means I get help, then imagine, by all means."

She looked over at Tery, "For now I am, but you can sit here if you'd like."

 

[Terywj [태리]]

Tery laughed, and sat down beside Meg. "So. How do you know Werekill?", bringing up conversation.

 

[Lore]

Meg smiled at the thought of Werekill. "We lived in the same town before I was 'volunteered' by a few kidnappers for some lab experiments for a few years. We hung out a bit, trained a bit at the same dojo, general being a kid stuff.

"Still, we never much more than good friends, but he's like a little brother to me, I suppose. I haven't seen him since a bit after the last tournament, though; we meet up about once a year or so to talk about life and such."

Meg shrugged. "So when I heard that you let him live, I appreciated it. I decided to come here to both fight in this tourney and to thank you, so here I am."

 

[Terywj [태리]]

Tery lit up tiny fireworks in his left hand. "Since childhood, huh? Well. You're giving me too much credit, to be honest. Werekill surrendered, and I've no reason to strike down someone who has tossed aside their blade." Tery smiled.

 

[Lore]

"Nah, I'm not." She vaguely nodded in the direction of Drall. "I've seen plenty of pigs like him over the years, and you and I both know how much they love things like this. In all honesty, I'm mostly just thanking you for not being a big black guy who carries a rubber duck."

 

[DtJ Glyphmoney]

This offer of a 'nip slip' both confused and ENRAGED Bed! He stormed off to the outside of the arena, heading towards the Starbucks he had noticed earlier.

And beside, Bed had no need for such an insignificant amount as $20 when the might of the Comfort Card was his to command! He threw all caution to the wind and crossed the street without looking, causing a number of accidents and thousands of dollars in damages to the city. But he suffered no damage, so all was well. Upon entering the establishment, he quickly pushed his way through the already established line and confronted the man behind the counter.

The comatose man, animated by Bed's magic, began to stammer out some sounds...

"Cohhhhhh... Coffffffff...'

The barista, a goddamn hipster who doesn't deserve a name, was quick to offer his sarcastic and generally douchy aide.

"Uh, you mean coffee maybe? Thats a REAL popular one here today buddy. Come on, try your hardest and tell me what you want. You can do it!"

It was at this point that the comatose man's arms began to flail wildly, while Bed threw the card at the goddamn hipster with enough force to slightly embed it in his skull.

"AAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!" shrieked the comatose passenger.

A short time later (you get very quick service when you've nearly killed an employee), Bed had returned to the Colosseum with more coffee than even a hundred of the sleepiest college students could handle. He had bought coffee until the card was entirely drained, and watched for some bum to pin the crime on.

Until then, he rolled around offering his 'friends' a free drink, on him.

 

[DtJ Glyphmoney]

Upon his return he was aghast to over hear such a disgustingly racist comment from the ***** who had tried to bribe him with boobs.

Kids these days!

 

[Lore]

(OoC: it wasn't racist, I was thanking him for not being Drall-like. )

Meg, bereft of her protective bed, stood up and walked over to the bed. She smiled and asked, "May I have a coffee?"

 

[DtJ Glyphmoney]

Bed complied, but only because the cups were pretty hard to balance and the heat was probably frying his friend

 

[Lore]

Meg thanked the bed and walked over to a nearby seat which happened to be right next to Sal.

With a look of caffeine-tank-being-filled joy on her face, she contentedly sipped her cup and waited for the tournament to start.

 

[Chaco]

Over the past lapse of time, Bear had lowered his guard and forgotten about the stench from earlier. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a cell phone, and a dialed 121. After a series of rings and connective tones, a gruff voice was heard on the other end. Wait, two... No, three? "Bearforce on the way."

 

[DtJ S2n]

Chaos ensued as Comfort Man's mind focused on the caterpillar. A shark whizzed by his rear, almost causing him an unnecessary butt-devastation. He MUST get this caterpillar, he had marked it as his mission for the day. Steady... and THERE. He got it! The gentleman on the bed whizzed by as he stood up, carefully placing the caterpillar on his shoulder. It's name would be Johnson, the Comfort Worm.

Comfort Man, now alleviated of his caterpillar-dilemma took a look around. The street-thug and the offensive line-back were now talking and shaking hands. Comfort Man swore he heard the line-back say he was called "The Posie Princess" and bursted out laughing. What kind of name was that?!

Before his laughter could subside, his ever-thoughtful bed friend had returned with coffee! This is the beverage of champions, Comfort Man thought as he took a cup without asking. What a good friend. He was sweating from exhaustion of bringing the coffee to us. What a hard worker, Comfort Man thought to himself.

"You, my good bedded sir! You're efforts against uncomfort have not gone unseen! You shall now be known as a Comforteer!

 

[#HBC | Red Ryu]

The Cactus looked around at the chaos going on, noticing the bed walk across the street and cause so much damage, watching a women try to bribe said bed, a comforting man whom seemed immune to this all, and a couple of more normal people.

What a strange group of people indeed. He wondered how long he needed to wait, he wanted to compete as soon as possible.

 

[#HBC | Laundry]

((OoC: I haven't finished reading yet but it's bad when I'm already laughing at Stew.))

 

[Terywj [태리]]

OoC: Don't worry so much about catching up, as it's just an introductory segment. Once your character is brought in we can proceed.

 

[Asdioh]

As he drifted along a gust of wind, Spencer contemplated the fact that he had read practically none of the thread and didn't know what was going on at all.

Then he became lodged on a cactus spike

 

[#HBC | Laundry]

((OoC: Alright, kinda caught up, got a general idea that it's mostly ****-talk happening.))

"Argh!"

Arthur hung his head, letting his face fall into the warm embrace of his palms. If he hadn't spent so long looking at that site, he would've been up early enough to make the bus! Bloody scientists kept him late too, so he was screwed either way but at least he might've had a chance to make it! **** them! **** him! **** everyone!

The blonde-locked man let out a slight sigh. Now late due to late night internet ventures, Arthur was impatiently awaiting his stop to arrive. It was close, just one or two stops more!

The bus pulled to a halt. A gravelly voice named the street, but Arthur couldn't make it out due to the accent and the surplus of cigarettes that the driver had smoked, destroying his vocal chords. Arthur quickly glanced out the window, then down at the brochure sent to him. The picture matched! He shot off the bus and out to the streets.

Late, as always, Arthur sped off towards the building in the distance. Late, late, late! Six orbs followed behind him, and laser sword handle patting his hip, he had at least enough of an intrigue to get passers-by to stare at him. He paid them no mind as he hurdled a lady on a walker, shocking her as he hit the ground running. She slightly keeled, reaching for her heart as it palpitated from the surprise.

The Cyber(in) Knight reached the Colosseum in due time, panting heavily at his arrival. He looked up at the strange group of people. Some looked like they fit at a tournament for some of the universes' best fighters. Though he questioned why a lass and a comatose man were here, letting his curiosity shine on his youthful face.

 

[Terywj [태리]]

Suddenly, a uniformed staff appeared near the center of the Coliseum and snapped his fingers. A high pitched bell sound erupted throughout the area. "If I could have your attention please. We'll begin with a brief dossier on the rules and etc."

As everyone gathered near the man, he introduced himself as other attendants registered the fighters. "My name is Aldre Patrich. I'm the current owner of the Coliseum and the host of this tournament. The rules are simple. Fight until one surrenders or dies. If you do not stop after someone has ceased fighting, we will stop you instead. Additionally, to give everyone some more experience and the spectators some more fun, the tourney will be double elimination, and we'll throw in some tricks here and there." The contestants mused to themselves. "We also have a very skilled physician amongst us, who will be able to restore yourselves to near perfect condition so that the 'loser's bracket' matches are not half-dead to begin with. Does anyone have any questions?"

"Alright. Let's get started then. The first match will be..."

An imaginary drumroll filled the silent air between everyone.

"Bear vs. Comfort Man."

"Oooooohs" and "Aaaaahhhhs" rose up from the large crowd sitting in the stands. Aldre gestured to a side. "For those of you not participating in the fight, please watch from the sides and wait for your match to be announced. Thank you very much, and good luck."

 

[Lore]

Slightly relieved that she didn't have the first match, Meg smiled and continued to sip her coffee.

Sal sitting next to her looked like he wanted to say something but couldn't decide exactly what, so she decided to wait and let him start the conversation.

 

[DtJ S2n]

((OoC: I guess that Tery v Werekill first round thing isn't going to happen . I'm fine either way.))

Comfort Man gasped at the announcement. He was to fight a bear? Comfort Man has had encounters with the likes of wolves and such, but nothing as big as a bear! His mind began to drift...

"I've been told that fur coats are both comfortable and stylish... Then this is my chance!"

Comfort Man rolled up his sleeves.

 

[Asdioh]

Spencer dislodged himself from the cactus' spike. He looked up at it, and whispered a quick, awkward apology. He was unsure whether the cactus heard him or not, since his voice was so quiet, or perhaps because the cactus had no evident ears.

Suddenly, he heard the round one announcement. That's right! He had wandered into this coliseum by chance, and, by another chance, had noticed that he had been registered for the tournament. He was ok with that, because he needed to get some experience under his belt (or his headband.)

Adjusting his sweet shades, he floated over to the spectators. There, he once again saw Bed. "Hello" he whispered, a slight smile present under his gargantuan nose. Without waiting for a response, he took his seat on Bed, this time without pomfing. He was certain that the passenger (who up until this point, had been totally unresponsive) would not mind sharing his spot, for Spencer was only about the size of his hand, and Bed was quite large.

 

[Terywj [태리]]

OoC: Sold, that was just copypaste from the previous Tournament. I was lazy.

 

[DtJ Glyphmoney]

(request full bracket)

 

[Asdioh]

Spencer looked down at Bed, who he was comfortably sitting atop of. He had expected some sort of reaction... perhaps it was just a regular bed, and he had made some sort of mistake?

 

[#HBC | Red Ryu]

Cactus viewed the situation and noticed the turn about with the new match. He was ready to watch it thoroughly. Learning anything and then getting treasure was all he wanted to know from this fight. He was ready to see what would happen in this confrontation.

 

[#HBC | Gorf]

And then Gorf came in only wearing socks, greased from head to toe screaming "I should have known being a scuba diver wasn't for me!"

(K I'm done.)

 

[DtJ Glyphmoney]

Bed was frozen with fear and disgust. A neat freak by nature, this ball of pure filth was not something to be taken lightly.

Bed remained perfectly still, but also magic'd the credit card into the mass's back. Sucker.

 

[Asdioh]

After picking up a nearby encyclopedia, Spencer realized that balls of dust normally belong under beds.

He pondered.

 

[#HBC | Ryker]

(request full bracket)

(seconded)

 

[Chaco]

Bear scoffed and awaits Chaco to post an action, as he is currently sleeping.

 

[DtJ S2n]

Comfort Man feels the need to speak.

"Saturday? Sounds like the kind of day I'll be out until very late at night."

He did not know why he spoke it, just that he needed to.