The Tournament: Redux

[Terywj [태리]]

OoC: Full brackets have been added to the OP.

 

[Lore]

"Oh crap..."

Meg looked over at her newly-announced opponent, and she hoped that she would be fighting her fight instead of fighting for her right to not be *****.

 

[Terywj [태리]]

OoC: I forgot to mention that the matches supposed to be announced sequentially, so the characters do not know until it happens. Sorry about that.

Edit--Except for the very last match, obviously.

 

[Lore]

"Oh crap..."

Meg came out of her caffeine induced high, hoping that she hadn't done anything stupid like act like she knew who she was facing in her later match.

The pirate looked at her strangely, and she realized that she had been pointedly staring at him the whole time. Blushing, she forced her eyes to hurriedly stare at the bottom of her now empty cup.

 

[DtJ Glyphmoney]

Growing weary of watching the two combatants stand perfect still and stare into space, Bed resolved to find some other way to spend the time. Moving over to Sal and bumping him repeatedly, Sal eventually took the hint that he was supposed to take all the coffee off the bed. Bed couldn't tell if the ball of dust was still pomfing on him or not, but frankly it didn't matter much to him at the time.

It was much more comfortable, or so Bed imagined since he couldn't technically feel things in a conventional sense (he was, however, aware of the heat via magic and ****).

Bed decided to wait outside and see if anyone decided to kill some time with him, since it was a fairly dull process when it came to just sitting there waiting.

 

[Chaco]

Bear suddenly shook to his senses, as if instantaneously revitalized. Stretching out and limbering up, the man thought to himself...

I wonder how tough this could really be. Comfort Man? I've dealt with Comfort Issues before, growing up a mockery being that flamer kid was enough of an obstacle to overcome... And I'm sure I've dealt with much worse in the Galactic Guard. I mean, I recognize a handful of people here, but this guy...no idea.

Bear whipped out his cell phone and dialed BF1,"Pola', gimme some recon. Shoot it to the earbud. Over." He nodded as Pola' signed off, returning the device to it's rightful place in his pocket. Reaching into one of the lower cargo pockets, Bear proceeded to pull out a bottle of baby oil. "Care to give me a hand there big fella?" He winked at Johnny. He held the bottle over his body and let the cool, greasy liqiud run through every crack and crevice of his muscly physique.

 

[Chaco]

Nodding in reaction to the information received in his earbud, Bear slowly grew weary of waiting on his opponent. "What is this a forfeit?"

 

[#HBC | Ryker]

OoC: I forgot to mention that the matches supposed to be announced sequentially, so the characters do not know until it happens. Sorry about that.

Edit--Except for the very last match, obviously.

OoC: Or you could manage it in a much better fashion and not run into errors in bracket organization. The way you have it set up now, you have already screwed with correctly seeding the tournament and free byes will be given where they should not. I would suggest announcing brackets and retconning to the point prior to announcement. Here's a randomly seeded bracket that I can keep up with if you don't want to. The only thing I did was give Tery first seed as returning champ.

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[DtJ Glyphmoney]

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OoC: He forgot img tag, fixed

 

[Terywj [태리]]

OoC: This isn't going to be a standard double elimination, similar to the previous tournament.

 

[DtJ S2n]

(OoC: Wait are we fighting and stuff now?)

Comfort Man stared at Bear with a fiery passion. This was a true representation of the beauty of the human body, even if it all comes down to one single part of the body. These two men stood facing each other, letting one's willpower clash and rub vigorously against the other's. Comfort Man could see the fiery sensation running through his opponent, the feel that you just can't stop.

As Comfort Man took the time to look at Bear once more, he wondered if either of them would ever look at anyone else, or if they would be together for the rest of their existence, he recognized this thought was nonsense. Comfort Man was champion of his regional no-blink contests for 3 years running. He knew his opponent would fall in due time.

 

[#HBC | Ryker]

OoC: Why? The format works much better, leads to less salt, and allows for characters to play to the knowledge of future matches which makes their interactions much more interesting, imo, with watching for what their opponent can do in the future and planning their route through the bracket. The format is standard because it works well for any sort of double elimination event. The only formats I would make a case for would be loser's pools, but that doesn't even make the slightest bit of sense in a setting like this. I'm even offering to do all the work to keep the bracket updated and can get Sold, Ruy, or EE to delete the confirmation phase posts between your last and my first so that I can keep it updated in the OP.

 

[Terywj [태리]]

OoC: We're putting this on hold because of discrepancy between the host and other players. If everyone wants to run with the bracket Ryker supplied, then say so and we'll go with that. If people don't particularly care and want to see what'll happen with future matches after the opening rounds, say so.

 

[Asdioh]

In the meantime, Spencer ordered an ice cold beer from... Lars? What was Lars doing selling beer in the stands?


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OoC: I meant Sal but I forgot his name was Sal and thought it was Lars so BEHOLD, NEW CHARACTER

 

[Lore]

Ooc: Yeah, I like Ryker's bracket. As it originally was, I was severely outclassed.

Also, Asdioh, Sal is sitting next to Meg right now anyway.

I plan to do something later tonight with him, I suppose.

 

[DtJ Glyphmoney]

OoC: Ryker's bracket

 

[Evil Eye]

Sal turned to the young woman as she sat down beside him. He puffed on his cigar nonchalantly.

"Hey there, darlin'. Lucky you escaped the cons. Ain't much can be done when Drall sets his mind to somethin'."

He paused a second, then gestured to the dozens of coffees scattered across the floor beside him. "Need a refill? Got plenty. For some damn reason."

 

[Lore]

(OoC: Then EE takes initiative like a boss. Looks like I won't be controlling Sal, haha)

Meg nodded. "Sure! Thanks a bunch."

Sal reached down, grabbed a cup, and handed it over. Taking the cup from him, Meg couldn't help but notice that the man kept angrily staring at Comfort man, even while handing her the cup.

"Hey, did that Comfort guy do something to you to make you stare at him? Or are you just gay?" Meg smiled at her little joke, taking any insulting implications from the statement.

 

[Evil Eye]

Sal snorted. "Ain't no queers here." He took another puff on the cigar, trying to quell the wrath that pumped through his arteries and veins.

"That ****** over there," he gestured over to Comfort Man, who was lost in thought as he drew in the oily musculature of Bear. "He cost me about three to four hundred K. Stole that skiff right outta my Goddamned lot."

He shook his head, thinking of what must have become of his newly acquired aircraft. For a moment, he considered hurrying back to his office to move the money before Drall could return to claim it. Realizing that Drall had probably made some unfavorable assumptions already about his presence on the skiff with Comfort Man, he thought better of it.

 

[Lore]

"Huh, that really sucks. You know, I'm sure that if someone beat the crap out of Mr Comfort, you wouldn't be ungrateful... Am I right?" Meg smiled and coyly glanced over at Sal as she sipped her coffee some more.

 

[Evil Eye]

"haa! Haha, I think I'd have to buy 'em a drink." He took a swig of coffee and stared intently as the glistening boulder of testosterone slowly approached Comfort Man. "Of course, that wouldn't help me with my financial woes."

 

[Lore]

Meg mentally kicked herself for forgetting Sal's financial issues. "Ha, well, if I beat the living hell out of Comfort, then I'll take you up on that...

"By the way, you mentioned Drall earlier. Do you know him from somewhere?"

 

[Evil Eye]

"More like knew of him. Guy's a legend in the prison circuit." Sal gestured subtly to Drall, who was muttering conspiratorially with the teal-bearded pirate. "Tough to make a livin' on scrap and salvage alone, so sometimes I buy shit offa cons. Usually nothin' too big, but a brand new skiff was too much to pass up."

Sal mourned the craft once more, remembering that the advanced circuitry alone would sell for over a hundred thousand credits. "Anyway, I know a guy that makes some decent cheese over in Daffodil Tower as an information broker. Tulip Torretti, they call 'im. He heard Drall was breakin' out, so he set up a deal for the skiff Drall was gonna steel."

He puffed on the cigar, smirking. "First I just laughed my ass off. Somebody breakin' outta D.T., yeah, sure. Next thing I know I got a message from Tulip says Drall's busted out and he'll be here in five days. Scraped the paper together as fast as I could... once I finished shittin' myself."

 

[DtJ S2n]

Comfort Man made towards the edge of the arena and motioned to Lars, all the while still staring at Bear. He knew that Lars would be there, he knew that's where Lars would be most comfortable to be.

"A cold beer. Put it on my tab"

He made his way back to his previous position and examined in the slightly moistened eyeballs of Bear. This man was truly a master. How did he keep his eyes so moist?

 

[Lore]

"Hm." Meg took another sip. "I guess that I should consider myself lucky, then.

"I'll just have to kick his Posie Princess *** back to fairy land's Daffodil Tower if we fight." She smiled and got a determined look in her eye. "You won't have to worry about him too much more, Mr Sally the scared of a ****** scrap shop salesman." Patting her sword at her hip, she winked at Sal.

 

[Asdioh]

Suddenly, it clicked. The reason Lars was here. Spencer had noticed him looking at Meg, and remembered that Lars had a crush on her a couple years ago. (How does Spencer know this, despite being only five weeks old? He has connections.)

But... the poor guy. What hope does a regular guy like Lars have with a fighter like Meg, especially when his apparent competition consists of a time-traveling pirate and a universe-renowned rapist? Spencer grimaced.

 

[Evil Eye]

"Wait, sir! You forgot to--"

But Comfort Man had already gone. Lars stared at the freshly poured, frothy beer in his hand. Why would someone order a beer and then walk away without taking it? Didn't he understand that you're supposed to take a drink after you order it?

Lars felt his soul hurt from within. He would have to listen to several emo-rock records after his shift to get over this pain. To make matters worse, the girl he was crushing on or whatever dumb **** was chatting up some stocky bigshot looking guy with an awesome moustache. Could the night get any worse?

 

[Asdioh]

Spencer took off his shades in order to read the black text.

 

[Lore]

Meg stopped and looked into the stands. "Hey Sal, want a beer? It's on me, for your troubles." She flagged down the beer seller, some guy that she had never seen before, but his nametag said Lars.

 

[Asdioh]

Lars stopped dead in his tracks. She had seen him, she had flagged him. Had she recognized him? Was she beckoning him over to chat? Or did she want a beer? Surely she wasn't old enough to buy... "Yeah, she must still be around 17 or so" Lars thought to himself.

He slowly approached her.

"H-hi!" he stammered unproffessionally.

 

[Lore]

Meg muttered, "Watch this, Sal," without Lars noticing.

Her big, pleading eyes looked up at Lars and locked on to her victim. "Mister, I'm only 17, but can you please let me buy a beer from you? I'm sure that if I buy a beer from you, everyone will see that I'm suuuuch good friends with a big, handsome, strong man named," she glanced at the name tag without missing a beat, "Lars that none of these ugly monsters will want to hurt me."

Craftily, Meg made her eyes water a bit while she sniffed. "Please mister hero, you're my best chance at being safe!"

 

[DtJ Glyphmoney]

Outraged at the theft of his carefully guarded coffee, Bed mentally noted that all those who had tasted its nectar would be punished in full.

Then he did some sweet doughnuts, to clear his head.

 

[Asdioh]

Lars stood frozen. He hoped that Glyph's Muscles might direct his next action, for otherwise he would surely fail at his one chance to get the girl.

 

[DtJ Glyphmoney]

Bed telepathically communicated to Lars that the best way to win a girl's heart was doing sweet doughnuts in the dirt.

 

[Evil Eye]

Seizing his chance, Lars set his beer cooler down on the ground and started spinning about in a rapid circle, as fast and as many times as he could.

 

[Asdioh]

Lars, eyes locked on Meg's, knew what to do. He had read enough about girls to know that he was in a lose/lose situation. If he gave her the beer, he would just be played for a fool. If he refused, he would be shot down for eternity.

Swiftly, without taking his eyes off of hers, he put his Beer Thing on the floor. Then he picked it up, because he realized his upcoming feat would be so much cooler while holding it. He then turned and sprinted to the closest skateboard.

The nearest section of the crowd quieted down. A spotlight, out of nowhere, shone down on him. The first thing Asdioh found on youtube, which was surprisingly fitting, started playing, and before ANYBODY (except Bed) knew it, Lars was doing sweet doughnuts in the dirt on a skateboard, while holding all that beer.


"This is quality entertainment!" shouted some guy in the crowd, and people started throwing money at Lars.
"Yeah!" shouted another, "it's way better than watching two men stare at each other for hours!"


He also didn't do what EE said he did D:

 

[Evil Eye]

I can confirm that lars did not, in fact, do what I said he did.

 

[DtJ Glyphmoney]

FINALLY things were starting to make sense at this tournament! Bed coolly doughnut'd his way over to Lars, and together they performed such perfectly synchronized stunts (via magic 'n ****) that it wasn't long before the whole crowd was on their feet and cheering!

 

[DtJ S2n]

Comfort Man did sweet doughnuts, all the while staring at the sexy manbeast, back to where Lars stood. He took his beer and walked rather normally back, resisting the urge of sweet doughnuts.

 

[DtJ Glyphmoney]

Bed watched in confusion as Comfort Man scooted around in the dirt in a circle, all while keeping direct eye contact with his current opponent. Also, he was pretty sure he didn't pay for that beer, but Bed figured he was due for a little break as far as money and beverages were concerned.