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Fifty years. . .

Fifty years of blood, sweat and tears. . . fifty years of slag burns and countless apprentices. . . all for this. . .

He lifted the blade with reverence from the fire, the tip and edge a deep, ritch orange, while the back was a cool cherry red. He dipped it in the bucket of brine, swishing the blade through one more temper. The water turned murky as the clay washed off, and he raised the finished product in the air with a sence of reverence. He rolled the fire, exposing the hot coals that had made his work possible, and left to the next room, carrying the sword with him.

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The aging man hurried up the steps towards the government building, bowing reverently to the flag at half mast. He rushed through the doors with box underarm and made his way to the department of artifacts.


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To: All interested nations
From: Taka

Fifty years have passed since the death of the Emperor of Mizuna, leaving but the High Prince to run the country. Fifty years of labor and effort have brought the empire to new heights, yet, it is time to embrace the paths of our ancestors, and pick the best man for Emperor. The Takian Empire has brought forth two contestants, yet we are for the first time opening the Test of the Blade to all comers, to assure that the Takian Empire is lead by the greatest warrior to ever walk. All contestants will be welcomed, but should be warned. . . the price of failure, often is death.

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Mark

Our kingdom finds this most interesting. We will send a warrior to your contest. but we will ask some questions first. Can women fight in this contest? And will all fighters die or may the fighters show mercy.
To say it short. Whats the rules for the fight.

The competition is divided into three tests, each to test the participant's grasp of the code of Bushido, Honor, Loyalty, Wisdom, and Strength. Each participant is to come with two seconds, who will assist him by suffering through the tests as well.

Wisdom will test your participants ability to think on the fly,

Strength will be tested in a points battle, where every participant will fight against every surviving participant. . . fighters may show mercy, or they may move to eliminate those that they have defeated, though to limit the number of bodies, the fight will be stopped should a winner become apparent, or a fighter become un able to continue battle.

The final test is to be announced at the end of the competition.

These is the three warriors we will send.

Nikita Huan. One of the feared shirt ninjas. One of the best of them. She was originaly from the nation Eirikland but the ninjatraining she had there made her so good she was able to escape the terror-regime. She is smart and quick. And she kills without mercy. An enemy to fear.

1 second: Fenris Odinson. A captain of the eirikian army. He proved to be a deadly fighter in the war against Magnus Valerius. He is a very big and strong man. Not the smartest but deadly in combat.

2 second: Nevlung Jensen. The commander of the royal bodyguard. Wise and dangerous. Not to be underestimated.

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((Normally I'd send Sara Resi and a couple of her friends, but I have other plans for her now))

*bump for more participants, will post later with my team and begin roleplaying as soon as we get a few more teams.*

I'll send three members of the now defunct Gekidoku assassin squad. Jacen Hidachi will be the main, and his support will be Jenna Paniri and Ivan Mikhail.

All are some of the best warriors we have ever put out, Jenna being the best. She doesn't like the spotlight though. Jacen was raised by the code of the Samurai, trained in the deserts of Sigma Octavus, was a declarated war hero and one of the best assassins we ever had. He'd be perfect for this.

The Mikatopian Government, wanting to break the long years of isolation, has agreed to send the following three to the tournament...

1)Marshall Blackwell (main particpant)

2)Raphael Zhar

3)Derrick Jajim

All three are members of Mikatopia's Elite Royal Guard (secret police force). They are the best of the best. They will rise to the challange.

"We have more returns than we orriginaly expect, my Prince." the older man said, bowing as deeply as his stiff joints would allow. Taka turned and nodded, waving his hand in a dismissive motion.

"Let them come, the Mizunian dynasty has survived for six thousand years unbroken, it will continue for all eternity. . . the Gaijin come to show thier skills, so we will show them the supperiority of the Takian people."

He turns and nods to the two participants from Taka, his grandson Makoto Mizuna, and a young Honorguard, Corrinth De'Alude.

"You may go, grandson." he says, bowing to the energetic, yet calm young man.

The wide wooden door slid closed, and Corrinth bowed, turning to return to his guard post, when the Prince's voice stopped him.

"Corrinth. . . do you know why you were tapped out for this competition?"

The young warrior stood for a moment, shocked to silence, before he managed to squeek out "no sir"

"you are here, because it is your duty to carry on as emperor. . . Makoto is to take my possition as Prince, and I will not have a Gaijin to take the throne and break the Mizuna family line."

"but sir, I'm no royal, I'm just a lowly warrior, I don't even have Mizunian blood in me. . . I. . ."

"The son of the Prince takes the throne as emperor, and the grandson takes the throne of Prince, thus the bloodline is never broken. . ."

"But Ami has been married to the emperor of Valinon, so you can't put her on the throne. . ."

"Then I will assure that my son is on the throne. . . "

Corrinth stands in shock, the revalation sinking into him.

"but. . . my mother, and my father. . . "

"your mother is the one who birthed you, yes, but the man who raised you as a child. . . he is not your mother's husband, nor her lover. . . I was."

He stood still for a moment before bowing "I will not let you down, sir" he said, eyes sparkling as he realized for the first time that his role in this competion was to be more than simply a placeholder. "I will not fail you. . . father. . . "

Three men in black trenchcoats, sunglasses and suits walked into the city square. Raphael Zhar, the youngest, looked around in disgust. "Explain to me again why we came to this stinking hole of a country?"

Derrick Jajim glared at him, "We are here, my impatient freind, because we have obligated ourselves to the Mikatopian government, and they told us to come here."

Raphael sneered at Derrick, "Oh? So we have to travel to this hellhole because the damn regime wants a bit of glory?"

"Yes . And watch your mouth, under law, I may shoot you for insubordination, so be quiet." said Marshall Blackwell, the oldest of the three and main paricipant in the contest. He had seen a battle, and so he had been given the honor of being an Elite Royal Guardsman, one of ten. Derrick and Raphael were also Elites, butnot as important.

The three men walked up to a police officer. "Excuse me? We are here for the tournament.."

The officer smiled and said, "Come right this way."

((I'm going to skip the stating-who-came post and get right to the RP, you'll find out their names and personalities soon enough.))

Three wildly different figures walked down the streets of Taka, significant distance between them. One wore pitch black armor on this legs, arms, back and torso, scarred deeply by many opposing blades. He wore mirrored sunglasses and had a katana in a black scabbard slung over his back. Another was clearly Elven—and the only unarmed one—with long silver hair and slate gray eyes. Seething hatred rolled off of her in waves, and a strong supernatural aura clung to her. The last was dressed in night camoflage fatiques, and a forest green tee shirt. He wore dark composite armor on his upper arms and thighs, and had an elaborate weapon that hung off of his shoulder by a strap, and his hand rested quietly atop it.

"I'm suprised you came along, Eighteen." The armored figure, Agent Two, stated calmly as they walked.

"Don't talk about it. I'm only here to hone my skills to overtake you one day. And I'm Hunter One now." The Elf, who couldn't have been more than 17 years of age, retorted icyly.

"You'll always be Agent Eighteen to us." Two said wryly.

"Don't kill each other already, we haven't even gotten to the arena or whatever yet." The last, Seigfried Shiamoto, stated dryly.

The other two glared at their subordinate. Who was he, a member of he military, telling Agents and Hunters what to do? Still, he was right, and they fell silent.

Before long, the trio reached their destination, and waited patiently for an announcement to direct them. Until then, they merely scoped out the few contestants there already, quietly sharing noticed details.

An elder man steps off of the stairway of a small craft baring the insignia of the seven headed beast on the rising Morning Star. He wears the red and black robes (more black than red) and cap of the high order of clergy. Behind him are two similarly dressed individuals, vastly younger than he is. One bears a large encrusted with jewels and gold while another holds a singular black, elongated rectangular case.

The elder Cardinal looks around and inhales the air. He begins a march foward and his two apprentices follow as if commanded.

Out of a lavish white shining ship steps a beautiful woman covered in furs, so clean and pale they match the ship behind them. Her hair was white and shimmering, the sun glissening off of it as if it were a great mirror. Her face was mute of all emotion, her peircing blue eyes cold and watchful. Seemingly floating only paces behind her are four large, muscular men, covered less than they should be, carry hat boxes, chests, suitcases, and all other form of container. She strokes one of the more muscle clad of them on the chin and smirks at him.

As they continue forward a man dressed in a black uniform; clad with a handgun, leather gloves and boots, and hat steps out of the craft. He takes off his gloves and begins patting them down in one hand with the other as he looks around surveying the area. He isn't particularly built, but his chizled face and stature make up for it considerably. He strolls non chalantly toward the group before him still looking about.

A bar somewhere in Taka

Jacen sat at the bar, Jenna and Ivan next to him.

Jacen looked over at his old comrades-in-arms. They had just met up again after four years. "So, do either of you know where this is happening."

Ivan nodded and slid a piece of paper to Jacen. Ivan was mute. Jacen looked at the address and nodded. He looked over at Jenna. She hadn't aged a year.

"So, Jenna, how's the kid." Jenna blushed. "She's going through the third grade now." Jacen still thought it funny that one of the deadliest women in the world was a mother.

"Well, we better get going." They all stood up, donning their black duffels and poster tubes of varying sizes.

(Hey, they don't know weapons laws, so they carry their swords in poster tubes. It comes naturally to assassins from my nation.)

A chopter wearing the royal sign of Eirikiania landed on the airport. Three persons jumped out of it and in the same moment the chopter left them. They watched it dissapear in the horizon before they headed for the center of the city.
The first one were Nikita. She were dressed in a thight leathersuit and were armed with a katana and some other oriental weapons.
On her left Fenris walked. He were dressed in a military uniform. At least 2 m high he dwarfed most of the people they passed. He had a lagre bag under his arm but his longsword could bee seen under his bloodred cloak.
On her right Nevlung followed. He looked like taken from a mediavel movie. He had a spear and a sword.
The three moved trough the crowd quickly.

The leader himself, Griff Steele shall grace your tournament so long as he is allowed to wear his customary Kevlar Carbon Composite Battle Armor, with Titanium Base, and silver accented bucklings and fastners. As well as his customary dual sais, and possibly a Katana on his back, as well as his claw hand. Without his besides his obvious cyborg implants, Griff himself is not all that threatening a figure, with his smallish stature of 5'3". However, he is a master in not only melee but ballistic weaponry as well. His cybernetic combat implant boosts his already superiour intellect, making him quick to assess practically any situation, and his cybernetic optical implant has superior vision when compared to a normal human eye. The nanite colonies within his bloodstream give him not only superhuman strength but also speed. Perhaps the most apparently threatening part of his appearance as he shows up, is his right arm, which has an interchangeable interface at the wrist, due to the loss of his forearm in a military skirmish when he was younger. For this tournament, he is wearing his claw hand, almost as manipulative as a normal human hand, yet deadly because of it's razor sharp digits should he lose his weapons in combat.

Do not underestimate this opponent, though he may not look all that threatening, he is one of the most deadly opponents you could ever face, and fears nothing, he has an almost psychotic maniacal bloodlust when in the glory of battle. You have been warned.

Griff disboards his hovercraft, in his black Kevlar Carbon Composite battle armor hidden under a black lizardskin trenchcoat, along with his sais in holsters at either hip, his short length katana at his back, and his customary sidearm, a silver bordered antique double barrelled sawed off shotgun, passed down in his family for several generations, in a shoulder holster. Sunglasses hide his optical implant, and a black leather glove covers his claw hand. Nothing seems aparently dangerous in his demeanor, but he is extremely grim, in an almost robotic calmness before the coming battle.

OOC: Isn't the whole power armor thing a little godmodish?

OOC: Isn't the whole power armor thing a little godmodish?

OOC: Not power armor, just body armor. The only reason it's called battle armor is because it has a sort of classy tribal flair to it. ;)

However I'm not even sure what godmodish is, as I'm pretty much a newbie to this. :oops:

The only reason I had the cybernetic implants, and nanite infusions mentioned here, if that's what you're referring to, is they were mentioned in another thread.

I guess The Holy Empire of the Scr00d could substitute another warrior from my nation....but seeing as how I graced your competition with myself, the leader of this fair nation....wouldst thou really want to ask the dictator of The Holy Empire of the Scr00d to step down, when he himself has come to duel in mortal combat, while all you other nations, merely sent your warriors out while your leaders hide in their bunkers and fortresses? In my nation, the leader always fights with those he puts into battle, tis the way my ancestors for millenia before me have been doing it, and I do not intend to change my stance. Besides, most of you have been sending squads of three, it's just little old me. :twisted:

<edit> OOC: Just to clarify, this armor you're so worried about doesn't even include a helmet, you can always behead me....if you can catch me. :twisted: </edit>

-tag for interest-

OOC: Okay Scr00d, I guess I misread it. My three are super soldiers as well. Since most of the RPers in here are new, I'll just go a little into the SOET. They are my special forces, deadliest of my soldiers. Augmented and highly trained. My three were all SOET at one time. Roughly based off of the SPARTAN II project from HALO.

((OOC: well, this has taken out a lot faster than I thought it would.))

"They have arrived. . ."

"so be it, are the final stages prepared?"

"yes, milord"

He swiviled in the black chair, the dim light hiding all detail but his insignia, an open eye, silver against velvet blue, almost black in the dark room.

"We have more than anticipated. . . gather them together, then kill them one by one. . . the Eye will not be denied."

"yes, milord"

The young man bowed, turning and stepping to hallway, leaving the shaowed man to his contemplations. He stood, walking towards the darkly tinted, eyeshaped window, dragging behind him masses of cables and wires, attaching him to the swivel chair by a leash of technology.

"the Eye sees all" he intones, opening the windows shades, letting in pale moonlight to wash over his eyes, sightless orbs of clouded white. The eye will not be denied any longer. . . I will have this nation once again, and I will never lose it again."

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The young man, only sixteen, though with eyes of a man aged by bloodshed, stepped into the streets, and walked through the mingling crowds, celebrations for the morning's blood sport. Devoid of hatred, devoid of malice, almost cheerful despite his deadly orders, he walks through them, noting with grim joy those partaking of the brothels and bars, easy targets all. He pauses, eyeing a warrior in black, strange armor under a flowing coat. His eyes focus, implants processing all they could, delivering information dirrectly to his brain.

"Griff Steele. . . " he says quietly, licking his lips. . . "you will be my first toy. . . "

He stands straight, letting shadows cloak him, as he fades into the darkness, and makes his way to his first victum.

"Shall we play, man of steel?" he says, his voice seeming to come from within Griff's head, as the assassin mentaly projects the thought to tonights first victum.

(OOC: So is this contest like an arena thing? Or are you just going to take on all of our characters in the streets?)

((Nice idea there, I like it Taka. No tournament at all, then? Anyway, I'm still here, just to let you know, and I'll wait my turn.))

The three soldiers split up for the night, each to their own domains. Hunter One took to bed in an urban hotel, tricking the manager into giving her a free room. He'd be babbling insanely from the mental bug she had discreetly planted in his weak mind. Siegfried went off to a bar, looking for something to do. Agent Two hawked over him silently, dissolving everything he did. This was more than just another tournament for Siegfried, it was a test by the Agents, one that would decide his future. Possibly more so than even the Agents predicted...

Samantha stolls down a market street checking out the different food stuffs and products available. Her favorite scantilly clad fellow follows only a step behind her, the rest of them waiting in the hotel up the block. "Felix, you can stop sulking in the shadows," she says while looking over some foreign garbs.

The man in black steps out from behind a vender's cart. "Your father didn't hire me to sit around in hotels while you shop. I'm here to make sure nothing... happens to you."

"Oh Felix, your such a louse." She strokes the scantily clad man's chin once again. "I come here for some good clean fun and all you can do is stalk me."

"Well perhaps if you didn't keep the company of all those musclebound fools I'd do more than stalk."

Out of the corner of his eye's Felix (Colonel Felix C. Doltzworth) sees a blur of black and red. Clergy.

He turns his head to see the Cardinal accompanied by his two apprentices looking at wares and fashions of the day. He draws his revolver and places his other hand upon his sabor. "Samantha, left." He says calmly while spying toward them.

Samantha looks over, never taking full attention from the peice of clothing in front of her. "I know. They've been over there for nearly five minutes, Felix. You're getting old."

"They're here for the crown as well. I say we finish them off now before they have a chance."

"Have your fun, Felix." She smirks.

He begins forward slowly and casually.

The Cardinal Belisarius watches as the man in black approaches. He signals with his left hand to his apprentice behind him. The boy quickly obeys and slips the Cardinal a long black case. He sets it upon the table in front of him and casually opens it, still watchful of the approaching enemy.

The three came to a street filled with people. They all scanned the crowd, but Jacen picked it up first. A man, armed, wearing armor under a trench coat, and carrying various weapons. Jacen did a quick gesture only understood in the SOET, and added,"He's definitely here for this thing."

Jenna and Ivan nodded, looking at him. Jenna sensed something and looked. A figure was stalking the armored man. She walked with Jacen and Ivan to a bench, and all three sat down.

"Let's see what happens."

Jacen and her companions sits down. At the same moment three more persons enter the street. A man in red cloth and armor walk over to them and ask a question.
"Exuse me but we are here for a tournament yes. You know the way yes?"
(My character aint good at english. Exactly like me.)

(Jacen's a guy.)

"It's somewhere around here. Something's happening over there tho."

He gestured at the man being stalked.

Griff had forseen this. Hellspawn had given him psyionic foresight, which no one but him knew about. He had known of this plan all along, although foresight is a tricky business, sometimes the visions are wrong, so he had to come and verify that what he had seen really was going to happen, rather than sitting atop of his tower of glass and steel, and just being informed of hit on the holocom unit.

Griff had had the smarts to bring along a few tricks in his bag though. One of which, was imedding his clothes with a holo projection unit, which will cloak his entire body when he puts his ready made hood and gloves on, in an image that looks just like the streets around and behind him. Allowing him to blend in almost seemlessly with the background.

"Catch me if you can." He projected to his unknown assailant, before pressing the imbedded activation point in the lapel of his trenchcoat, and seemingly disappearing right before his stalker's eyes.

"I must warn the other contestants." Griff thought to himself, trying to figure out where he would be able to find them.

The three Mikatopians looked around. They could see by the enemies moving in that they had been tricked. Marshall looked at Griff and got his attention. The man seemed just as suprised as he was. Marshall gave the signal in Mikatopian sign language, and the two other men pulled out thier swords.

Raphael looked around in fury. The two others were calm, but he had never trusted these damn foreigners. He grinned at his attackers and gave them a rather obsene gesture. Then, without waiting for Marshall's signal he put away his sword, pulled out two Uzis and began to fire wildly at where the assasins were coming from.

Derrick looked at his fellow Guardsman with disgust and horror and was about to report him to Marshall when he noticed that he had run over totalk to Griff. The two could talk while Raph made his distraction.

(From what I understand, there is ONE assassin right now. You're firing into a crowd of innocents.)

"You idiot!!!" Griff shouted above the sounds of the gunfire. "There's only one assassain, you're shooting up a whole crowd of civs!!! Nonetheless, thanks for the cover fire, though I can't say I didn't have it handled on my own. Now, whaddya say we gather up the other trainees, perhaps import our own military forces, form a temporary alliance, and give this backstabber some of his own medicine! After that, we can figure out what to do with the country, perhaps form a colony of equal size for each country that sends in troops to aid the revolution."

OOC: sorry bout that :oops:

IC: Marshall winced as he heard the idiot fire wildly. Fool. But thats why they had made Raphael an Elite, wasn't it. The Guard wasn't about honor anymore, it was all about ruthlessness and power.

Marshall saw as Raphael ran as police forces began to arrive, this would help matters.

Marshall apologized to Griff, and explained the situation.

"I do suppose that we could, but I don't think I'll be easy to contact our respective nations. But your idea of banding together is indeed a very good one. Let us hurry and contact the others, it's only one assasin now, soon there will be many..."

Nevlung bent down over Nikitas unconsius body. A bullet had hit her in the chest. Blood slowly emerged from the wounds. He took off his cloak and wrapped it around her. His own wound hurt him but it was only a fleshwound in the shoulder. Nothing dangerous.
Fenris also bent down. "Is she dead?"
"Nah... Only a flesh wound. No vital organs struck. She will survive."
"Good. Well... where' s the bastard who shot her?"
"Its of no importance. It was accident."
"Ok then." Fenris picks up Nikita like if she were a child.
They turns to Jacen and his friends. "Do you know what who just happened?"

Griff walks up quietly behind Nevlung, still cloaked, and turns of his invisiblility field with the swift pinch of his lapel.

"I think I have a fair estimate of what happened. There is to be no tournament, this was all a setup to kill the greatest warriors of our respective nations, after drawing them here. Brilliant plan, and it probably would have worked were it not for my ability of foresight. That Mikatopian over there, I believe it was Raphael, not knowing that I had anticipated this attack, tried to save me, thinking that there was more then the one assassain that they sent, and that you were part of his group. It was a noble gesture, but it apparently wasn't needed, however hindsight is always 20/20, so there is no need of harsh feelings, especially considering that we're quite likely going to need each others help to get out of here alive.

I have already sent a transmission to my prime minister via my internal transmissions unit, and he has already sent my elite black ops soldiers, as well as infantry and medics away from The Scr00d. They should arrive in a few hours. Until then however, we're going to need to hold our own. Can we please put any differences aside, and work together to fend off the reinforcements?"

Griff's eyes motion towards a squadron of heavily armored soldiers coming towards them.

"I think now would be a good time to leave..."

(OOC: I shoulda expected that, actually. Trigger happy newbs.)

Jacen nodded at the gunman. "Our little gunbunny friend here just shot up a bunch of civies."

Jacen was bleeding from a fleshwound on his shoulder. He put a hand on it, and pulled it back, his palm a crimson red. "That's the problem with weapons like that. Accuracy is shit when done akimbo."

Jacen and his group stood up,"Well, this went south fast."


(Ya know, I think it would be best to let Taka say what he was planning. Possibly edit every post back to the shooting.)

---"Get your hands off me you damned dirty double posts!"---

OOC:yeah, sorry guys, its this damn nearsightedness of mine lol.
In reality, i was kinda scanning it anyway and when i say Scr00d post that we were under attack i freaked. i thought there were more than one guy, im sorry. .

I think SO has a good idea there....

((OOC: well, this has taken out a lot faster than I thought it would.))

"They have arrived. . ."

"so be it, are the final stages prepared?"

"yes, milord"

He swiviled in the black chair, the dim light hiding all detail but his insignia, an open eye, silver against velvet blue, almost black in the dark room.

"We have more than anticipated. . . gather them together, then kill them one by one. . . the Eye will not be denied."

"yes, milord"

The young man bowed, turning and stepping to hallway, leaving the shaowed man to his contemplations. He stood, walking towards the darkly tinted, eyeshaped window, dragging behind him masses of cables and wires, attaching him to the swivel chair by a leash of technology.

"the Eye sees all" he intones, opening the windows shades, letting in pale moonlight to wash over his eyes, sightless orbs of clouded white. The eye will not be denied any longer. . . I will have this nation once again, and I will never lose it again."

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The young man, only sixteen, though with eyes of a man aged by bloodshed, stepped into the streets, and walked through the mingling crowds, celebrations for the morning's blood sport. Devoid of hatred, devoid of malice, almost cheerful despite his deadly orders, he walks through them, noting with grim joy those partaking of the brothels and bars, easy targets all. He pauses, eyeing a warrior in black, strange armor under a flowing coat. His eyes focus, implants processing all they could, delivering information dirrectly to his brain.

"Griff Steele. . . " he says quietly, licking his lips. . . "you will be my first toy. . . "

He stands straight, letting shadows cloak him, as he fades into the darkness, and makes his way to his first victum.

"Shall we play, man of steel?" he says, his voice seeming to come from within Griff's head, as the assassin mentaly projects the thought to tonights first victum.

((OOC))Well Sigma, looking at this post, it sure looks like he planned to call in the greatest warriors, then pick them off. But you make whatever you want of it. Basically I'm just making shit up as I go along until Taka returns. As this post was made awhile ago. Meh. ;)

Oh, and Sigma, that's 'Newbie' not 'newb.' At least in my case I should hope. ;)

((OOC)) Bumparoonie! ;)

OOC: Newb is short for Newbie. N00b would've been an insult. There is a big difference between the two.

OOC: Newb is short for Newbie. N00b would've been an insult. There is a big difference between the two.

Meh, I thought it was the other way around. I wasn't mad anyway. :)

((OOC: that works, the idea was to have the tournement's populations thinned out by the Eye, though the majority of them, including just about all of you, would survive to participate. . . so, enter the redshirts.))

The assasin paused for a moment, his querry vanishing before his very eyes. Shots rang out in the crowd, a few falling around him as his personal force shield shunting bullets aside as the initial volley caught him off guard. Back on his feet, he launched himself back into the shadows, and skirted the building back to the allyway. He paused and targeted the shooter. . . anouther contestant. . .

He pulled out a launcher, setting it up on the building roof and aiming it to the streets below before leaping high into the air over head. His eye pinpointed other contestants below, and he leaned towards one, gravity pulling him towards his next target, blade already outstreched. The Takian didn't even have time to gasp as the assassin's neo-titanium blade cleaved through him, killing the warrior instantly. His two comrades turned in shock, only one managing to draw his blade before the assassin struck again, leaping backwards as the crowd paniced and fled away from the battle. He landed gracefully and rolled backwards, the two warriors stunned that he had not attacked.

"The Eye sees all, and knows all. . . you are unworthy to be Emperor. . . that honor goes to the Eye alone. . ."

The warriors stood in silence, debating wether to flee or attack. The assasin interuputed them, guesturing downward. Instictivly the warriors eyes flickered down, resting upon a pair of dull grey beads resting atop each of their feet. Confusion turned to panic as they tried to run, upsetting the tiny bombs. The Takatanium pebble inside detonated, sucking the warmth out of them instantly, and leaving a frost kissed ring in the ground. The two warriors remained, flash frozen as statues. Tiny cracks and tears around them betrayed thier status, as every blood vessel had popped simoutaniously, waiting for the sun to thaw out the bloodly mess.

The assassin turned, a blue glowing eye visible in the darkness, highlighting a sadistic smile. He stepped boldy towards the group of participants, his hand reaching into his bag of tricks.

"So, you saw my little ruse through, didn't you, Steele? No matter, I shall have your head, one way or the other."

He dropped into a fighting possition, hand pulling his already blooded sword infront of him as he faced off against Griff, noting the others with thinly veiled contempt.

"Good then, I like a worthy adversary." Griff said, vanishing before the assassains eyes, and silently repositioning himself behind his and the other contestant's assailant.

He briefly deactivated his holoprojection unit as he drew his dual sais, he steps and movements completely silent, unaware to his assailant, and stuck his sais into his back. "Ha, I would've thought you would have had some sort of countermeasure for melee attacks, everyone knows that all but the most expensive force shields are defenseless agaisnt them." Griff said, disappearing from sight again.

The Takian assassain staggered with his injuries, but realizing there was no way out of this battle, he toughed it out, and prepared for Griff's next attack. Griff reappeared directly in front of the Takian assassain. Ready to face off against him. The Takian had a vise like grip on his sword, readying himself for whatever the man of Steel was about to do.

Griff started running head long at the Takian. "Wait for it, wait for it," the Takian told himself, calming his nerves and waiting for Griff to come within range. Griff leapt an entire six feet in the air, his trenchcoat flowing out behind him in the wind, catapulting him off of the Takian assassain's head, using it as a spring board, whilst drawing the blade of his sai across the Takian's throat. All the Takian managed to do, was glance his sword off or Griff's right arm, giving him a minor flesh wound, but nothing that would impair his combat skills. The nanites within his bloodstream would get to reapairing the injury quickly enough.

The assassain gasped for air, and said in a gurgling voice, as the blood mixed with his words. "But how, how did you beat me, I am the emperor's assasain, I am undefeated."

"Well, there's always a first time isn't there now." Said Griff, as he inspected the damage to his favorite trenchcoat.

The assassain fell to the ground with a thud, as Griff stood there, fine other than the minor injury to his arm, and his pride at having been touched. The crowd looked on openmouthed.

"Close your mouths please," Griff said coldly, "you might swallow a fly." and walked off the crowd parting before this apparent man of Steel.

OOC: RPing another characters death is godmodding.

[ooc: If my ship being over Taka would be contradictory to the way Taka does things... just assume I'm outside of the system or whatever. Think of me as being the safe distance from Taka.]

Samson Usea, Lord Protector to the Emperor himself, stood on the bridge of the Eurydian Flagship, Terminus. It’s 17 km long body sat in high orbit over Taka, watching the proceedings go on below. The relative serenity of outer space seemed peaceful compared to the action on the surface. Samson’s weathered face watched the viewscreen as the Terminus Eye darted from city to city, cataloguing the isolated incidents of violence. His eyes, black and empty as the space around him, tried to understand what was going on.

Samson’s right hand rested calmly on the gold hilt of his immense longsword. His fingers traced the outline of his family crest, two fierce warriors locked in combat, their faces represented with green emeralds. He looked down to the sword –which, despite its age (2000 years) had maintained itself quite well—and sighed. It looks as though violence will be unavoidable in Taka. Our distant cousins are brooding fellows, there’s no doubt. But why a tournament? Something is very… odd.

Samson turned on his heel, the rough, brown cape with a white lining of animal fur flowed behind him, unable to pick itself off the ground completely due to its large size. He approached Lieutenant Edgar, a tall man of about 30 who had an unusually handsome look about him. “Edgar,” Samson said in a low, gruff tone, “I must go down there.”

Edgar looked up to him from the captain’s chair and laughed. “You’ve got to be kidding me. That place is turning into a madhouse, and you want to go down there? You’re out of your mind.”

Samson’s brows furrowed, but his voice remained calm. “Perhaps years aboard this ship has made you boorish and crude, but where I come from young men –and subordinate officers—respected their elders. I expect you to do the same nave!”

Edgar’s laughing stopped, and he smiled weakly. “Forgive me sire. I forgot my place. If you wish to go down to Taka… it shall be done.”

Edgar raised his hand to call on one an ensign, when Samson shook his head. “No. We must speak with them first. No point in preparing a transport when we aren’t given permission to land.” Samson sighed, and addressed Edgar with a more informal tone. “Request an audience with whoever’s in charge these days on Taka. I fear though, that this place is beyond saving.”

Edgar nodded. “Yes sir.”

[ooc: not very good stuff from me, but I figured I'd join in.]

TAG. Maybe i'll join in with these 3 new characters:

Raphael Fyrestone
Age: 20
Description: Boyish face, athletic build, wears sunglasses, jeans, a red shirt, a black leather biker jacket, and leather shoes. Shoulder-length rebonded brown hair.
Weapons: None, uses studded leather gloves for shielding purposes.
Fighting style: Hereditary pyrokinetic powers + Clan Fyrestone martial arts + Own-style modifications based on street fighting techniques
Personality: A bit of a flirt, can be annoying, happy-go-lucky, but can be serious if needed.
Quirks: Can lose his temper during a crisis in a fight and become "Black Raphael", making him hot-headed, but with increased firepower.

Rachel Fyrestone (sister to Raphael)
Age: 18
Description: Pretty schoolgirl-like face, slim build like a dancer's, wears black hot pants, stilettos, red shirt and denim vest. Long brown hair tied near the end (think Tifa Lockheart from Final Fantasy 7).
Weapons: No real weapons, uses stilettos fatally.
Fighting-style: Hereditary pyrokinetic powers + Clan Fyrestone martial arts + Own-style modifications based on gymanastic techniques.
Personality: Sweet and spunky at the same time.
Quirks: Unlike most of the Fyrestone family, bulk of firepower concentrated in her legs.

Danny Capola (sole disciple of Raphael, doesn't have the Fyretone fire)
Age: 16
Description: Wears a schoolboy uniform, sneakers, a bandanna, short blond hair.
Weapons: None.
Fighting style: Incomplete Clan Fyrestone martial arts under Raphael's training + modifications made with help from Rachel.
Personality: A bit immature, overactive, but incredibly loyal.
Quirks: Thinks he can wield fire like the Fyrestones one day (doable, but very hard without the bloodline)

((OOC: Accualy, I have use for this guy later, secondly, he's not an Imperial Assassin, he's from the Order of the All Seeing Eye, and finaly, he has an HEPD field, which stops all kinetic attacks by shunting them off to the side. next time just type out your attack, and I'll input the reaction. Only reason I killed the others point blank was because they were redshirts from my nation, NPCs that no one else controled. if you don't mind, edit it and we'll see this thing through. EB, not a problem, welcome to the party.))

Lord Protector Samson Usea of the Eurydian Republic seeks an audience with someone of authority. He would be most pleased if his request is accepted. The Lord Protector is prepared to come to the surface and speak on your terms. This meeting concerns the contest to decide the role of Emperor for your nation.

We await eagerly for your response.

Signed,

Lord Protector Samson Usea
and

Lieutenant Edgar Descartes

OOC: sorry for getting in late, guys. I just discovered this thread.

"Late, always late! Why does the Emperor always relay these messages to me at the last minute!?" raged Galadan. The Captain of the Nightwatch Guards fumed as he rapidly packed the few things he needed. The black-robed figure was severely late for the competition. Although he lived in a technically-advanced region, Galadan prefered fighting in the ancient way of his people. He withdrew his slightly curved sword and armor from their resting place in the Hall of Weapons and quickly made off for the emperors Department of Mages. Because of his high position as an honorable and trusted advisor to the emperor, he was able to use the mages when needed. His hearing, sight, and sense of smell were markebly better that of foreign people. His culture had not lost its adaptions from the time of the Wild Magic. Before being transported by a mage, Galadan selected three vials of specific mage potions.

The Nightwatch captain, slightly disoriented, appeared on the top of a large building. His immediate attention was caught by the firing of a gun. People screamed as the shots rang out. Selecting a potion, Galadan lept of the building. The magic slowed his fall so that he was able to land relatively safely on the ground. He saw one man who seemed relatively unstressed and asked him for information. It was immediately apparent that one man had tried to assasinate another. Once he had been subdued, the defender had started to shoot into the crowd. This was immediately stopped when one man ran over in a fury. Soon National Guards were arriving. They were pointing guns at the shooters, and Galadan was not about to allow more blood to be spilled, even if it was a killer they were pointing at. Unsheathing his sword, he ran from behind the Guards, using his sword and quick martial arts movements (Known in his country as "Torandu"), he destroyed the weapons of and knocked out at least 5 guards. But more were arriving and he knew the fight was only beginning...

2 young men and a young woman walked into the heartland of Taka. They were here to enjoy the sights.

Raphael: Looks like we're here at last.
Danny: Er, master Raphael, what do we do here?
Rachel: Looks quite peaceful here.
Raphael: Agreed. Well, Dan, i don't know, i just wanted to travel around, you were the one who wanted to come with me.
Danny: Er, yeah......
Rachel: Hey, check this out.

They read a sign posted on the wall.

Danny: Looks like there's a tournament going on.
Raphael: Yeah, sounds like fun. And we've got the numbers. Let's go sign up.
Rachel: Hold. Look at this. The winner has to become the leader of Taka, if i didn't read wrongly. Ae you sure that this would be wise?
Raphael: Come on! It's been a while since i had a challenge!
Danny: Er, Raph, I don't think......
Raphael: Hey, c'mon!
Danny: er.....alright.
Rachel: Sigh......oh well, i guess we'll solve the problem if we get there, huh?

Suddenly there was a commotion. The trio ducked to one side, and observed everything that went on. They soon figure out that there was an assassin about.

Raphael: Ok guys, keep your eyes open. Who knows what's happening......

Then he suddenly turned his body to the side, and gestured his right hand from the floor upwards. This created a spark of fire, which glides along the floor-in other words, the Fyrestone move Wildfire......

OOC: Taka, make of this what you will.

Fenris: "Time to go! Quick.2

Fenris and Nevlung ran for cover while everything seemed to happen at once. Fenris carried Nikita in his arms while Nevlung slowed down. He pulled an uzi out his pocket. he also drew his sword.
"You to get in cover and find a doctor. i cover your retreat."
Fenris and Nikita dissapeard into a alley while Nevlung stayed.

bumpie.

((OOC: waiting for Scr00ed to edit his work so he isn't killing my main charicter. . . ))

((OOC: waiting for Scr00ed to edit his work so he isn't killing my main charicter. . . ))

I'd just move on as though it's already changed. Enough time's been spent waiting as is. Besides, I'd like to finally reach the surface. :)

((OOC: waiting for Scr00ed to edit his work so he isn't killing my main charicter. . . ))

OOC: Taka, just RP as if the assassin was just hurt or something. No sense to keep waiting.

BTW, what about my characters, are they in?

Felix continues to approach his unknown nemesis, trying to stay at the Cardinal's back and staying as casual as possible. He looks around at the crowd of pedestrians, realizing he has no good shot and could never take a bad one without hitting innocent bystanders. He approaches closer and closer, slowly drawing out his saber until the his enemy only few paces away.

((OOC: alright, I'm just going to ignore the post, sorry for the delay, but I've suddenly grown a social life :shock: . . . yeah, so I may or may not be online much, but I'm having too much fun to quit yet.))

The assasin looked past Griff, noting his newcomers.

"more playtoys? It would be rude of me to not share, allow me to introduce you to my team. . . "

Two men, likewise dressed appeared, seeming to teleport in with a crack as air was displaced around them, all features hidden the one on the left knelt down, hands clapping together one ontop of the other, while the on on the right remained standing, hands held together pointing upright.

"Okibi. . ." the leader said, the man leaning on the ground standing and removing his gloves, revealing blackened hands

"Burn them. . . "

He lept forth, targeting the group from Seven Heads. He jumped high into the air, pointing down with his arms, hands opened. For a moment there was silence, then, there was a roar as flames shot from his hands, the embedded flamethrower kicking to life and sending gouts of burning napalm to the street below.

OOC: Taka, you didn't say if i'm in, so i'll just assume so.

IC: The man-sized spark of fire ejected by Raphael slides across the ground and hits a policeman, who obviously thought in the heat of the moment that they were threats, and aimed his weapon at them. The spark hits the policeman, setting him on fire. Screaming in pain, the officer drops his gun and keels over, but the fire soon subsides, and he looks up......

To see Danny's foot coming towards him before all went black.

Danny had just knocked the trigger-happy officer out with the Flying Kick move, and went back.

Danny: Whew, that was a close one, huh? What do you think.......

He never had a chance to finish his sentence before 3 more officers tried to blindside them. Tried, for Danny saw them, and with a Heeyah!, charged into their midst before they could even aim, scattering them. Afterwards, it was a one-sided 3-on-3 brawl, for:

-Raphael ran to the first one, went low and did his Sword Thrust, turning to his left and punching sideways with his right, flames coming out of his fist and setting the officer on fire. He then followed up with a Flaming Uppercut, which is an apt description for what Raphael did next with his left fist, then Raphael finished it off with Shutdown, his right fist crashing onto the poor officer's head and setting him alight again. Being only an average man, the officer fainted from the pain of Raphael's pyrokinetic skills.

-Rachel went for the second one, left leg raised to the officer's head level, and her feet bashed the guy's head with her stiletto while setting him alight in the Tiger's Tall Kick, then she did a back somersault, her other leg, trailing flame, slicing the officer's torso and launching him into the air aflame, in the Burning Crescent move.

-Danny, who did not have the fire skill, still nonetheless quickly knocked his guy out, first with the Flying Kick, then spinning his body in midair and connecting with his other foot in the Crossover Combo move.

The three officers knocked out, the trio regrouped.

Raphael: Let's see what's going on.
Rachel, Danny: Agreed.

They ran, searching for the cause of the commotion.

BUMP

OOC: Taka, mind if my characters interfere with your assassins and Scr00d's?

((ooc: yeah, you are in, and feel free to, the police officers are redshirts and NPCs at this point, so feel free to interact with the assassins or with the other players all you want))

OOC: I'll take you up on that Taka.

IC: Raphael, Rachel and Danny ran through the heart of the city, mainly to find the source of all the commotion, but also to avoid being an easy target for any snipers that might be out there. Turning a corner, they find.....

That they've ran right into a confrontation.

On one side, a cyborg-figure and 2 other people. On the other, 3 assassins. And the assassins had just ben caught between the Fyrestone trio and the cyborg trio.

Suddenly, one of the assassins attacked the cyborg with a flamethrower.

Raphael: Hey, cut that out!

Raphael proceeded to do Wildfire, shooting a 5-foot tall spark of fire, sliding across the ground, at the assassins, and Rachel, using her left leg as support, dragged her right foot by the toe along the ground, then kicking up and to the left, creating a similar spark of fire- the same Wildfire move, but done her style. The 2 sparks of fire raced towards the assassins......

OOC: Being pyrokinetics, Raphael and Rachel Fyrestone are resistant to fire, as you might have figured out Taka.

OOC: Taka, Scr00d no longer seems to be posting, would you kill his character off?

"Whats that?"
Nevlung had just seen something he had never seen before. Magic. It had to be magic that the three newcomers just used. It didnt matter anyway. Nothing would distract him from his important task. He aimed his sword for the colsest assasin and charged in uter silence.

The taller of the Cardinal's two apprentices sniffs, furrows his brow, and looks around at the ball of flames raining upon him from the sky. Instantaneously he looks to his brother in arms and master; pushing them out of harms way as the flames consume him. The Cardinal reaches into his case, pulling out his sword, gleaming in the sun as a fiery saber of His Holiness Himself. He springs to his feet and is followed by the remaining apprentice, who draws his sword as well. In both their hands are a handful of what look like sewing needles.

"What the...?" Felix nearly shouts as he witnesses the chaos before him. As this occurs Samantha turns about to see what is going on. She smirks as thoughts of what fun is to be had run through her head. Felix draws his saber and revolver, readying himself for any oncoming attacks.

Samantha, maintaining the smirk on her face, charges toward the fight with sword drawn. Following her, the servant pulls a gigantic long sword out of a sheath on his back with little effort by use of his shear strength alone.

Felix watches as Samantha and her servant pass him by. He stands and to himself considers staying put for a few seconds before, while shaking his head and cursing, giving in and beginning to follow with a steady trot.

((ooc: In the cover of night, five cloaked men circle around the fresh grave. Silent, the leader stands at the headstone, opening a black leather bound book, flipping over page upon page of forbidden necromatic rituals. Pausing, he raises both hands into the air, and begins to quietly chant. The four others begin to chant as well, as two more, one female, one male, approace with a dagger and a shovel. They dig the grave open, as the woman jumps down into it. With her dagger she cracks open the coffin, the chanting reaching cresendo. Lightning flashes, reflecting in the eyes of the long dead thread. . . eyes which move once again, as the beast is brought back to life by the forbiden arts of necromancy. . . A thread revived for one purpous, and one purpouse only. . . to seek the blood of the charicters and freetime of the players.))

A burst of cold air envelopes the flame, smothering it as Okibi lands and rolls away from the dying heat, sliding over now icy pavement. His hands dig into the ice, melting handprints as he slides to a stop.

The standing assassin turned and stared at the charging Eirkianian warrior, a cruel smile forming on his face as he moved his hand infront of his face, two fingers up as the others curled downward. He swung his hand downward, grabing the blade and pushing it to the side, trapping it between his fingers. The clang of metal on metal filled the air, and through the cut on his gloves, a thin string of silver could be seen where his hand should have been.

"Mistake one. . . " the assassin said, releacing the sword and falling into a fighting stance, knees bent deeply and his right hand returing infront of him, while his left moved to safety behind him.

"you have two more before I kill you."

His voice was cold and precice, neither shame, nor fear, nor remorse, nor even joy expressed. . . as if her were a vacume of emotion, simply an empty shell.

As newcomers came, the leader smirked darkly, bowing to them in turn.

"Welcome. . . welcome to my little party before the main event, I am Eshrick, and I will be your host for the evening. . . this is Okibi, the flame, *he points to the assassin with the flaming hands* and this is Ichiro, the wind *he points to the other assassin*. . . and like you, we have come to win the tournement. Though, we see that it would be easisest to simply weed you out before the official fights ever get started, give you a fighting chance when you aren't tied by rules and such."

The apprentice charges ahead of his master, projecting deadly a rain of poisonous shards with a pass of his hand toward the enemy before him. He then leaps into the air, bringing a mighty slash down upon the head of his fiery opponent. Soon following his master stays low, slashing at the cold one's feet and casting a few of his poisonous weapons up toward him.

Almost simultaneously to her cleric rivals, Samantha leads an attack with a slash of her katana toward the third Takian warrior. Her servant lifts his longsword in the air and lets out a battle cry as he makes a swing , almost indiscriminately, at the three warriors and the Seven Heads clergy. Felix charges toward the chaos, firing rounds off in his revolver as he approaches, taking aim primarily at the fiery Takian assassin.

OOC: Isn't this thread supposed to be dead? Oh well, might as well play along.......

IC: Raphael, upon hearing those words, started to seethe.

"You greatly underestimate the power of the Fyrestone Clan.......and those who do so do not live......"

He paused, watching the other newcomers charge towards the assassins. He has no idea of the Assassin's real strength, but he is certain that only 3 of them cannot fight all the rest together. Especially against the much more powerful pyrokinetic energies of the Fyrestone Clan. With that, he made up his mind.

"Rachel, you take Okibi, Dan, you take on Ichiro, don't hurt anyone else, let's go!!!"

With that, he charges towards Eshrick, the leader. Moving faster than even the assassins suspected, he came into range, just enough for him to perform the Avenging Angel move, literally gliding across the ground with sparks flying from it, his right fist outstretched and flaming, inexorably moving towards Eshrick. At the same time, Danny and Rachel also charged, and Danny came flying towards Ichiro in the Flying Kick move, while Rachel on her part coming in with Flying Kick also on Okibi.

The trio charged at the assassins......

OOC: Taka, don't kill my characters, i have use for them in the future. Moreover, should you allow my characters to hit yours, don't RP it yet, as my characters can do followups to their initial moves......just RP that they hit.

BUMP

This Eshrick was good. Very good.
Nevlung pointed his sword towards him and said: "Face me assasin in a duell if you dares."
He grabbed his sword in both hands and awaited the reply.

This Eshrick was good. Very good.
Nevlung pointed his sword towards him and said: "Face me assasin in a duell if you dares."
He grabbed his sword in both hands and awaited the reply.

(OCC:

Beeping and panic sweeps across the operating room. "Nurse, do we have a pulse?" the doctor shouts.

"I'm sorry, Doctor, I can't get anything. We tried jump-starting it... it's just... gone." After a few silent moments the nurse covers the patient's head with a white sheet.

Later, the doctor walks out into the waiting room, nearly a dozen people stand with begging, sad eyes. "I'm so sorry... we did all we could." The doctor mutters, covered both equally in blood and shame. Slowly the small crowd recedes to it's seats in the waiting room, comforting one another.

"But... I just can't believe it... I mean... dead? How could it be?" is muttered from one seat.

"I guess we all should have seen it coming," comes from another.

"But why? Why did it have to be THIS thread?"

THE END. )

I use magic. The thread is now a zombiethread. In other words: ALIVE.
This thread wont die before my characters either leaves or dies. They cant be trapped in a thread when I want to use them somewhere else.

I use magic. The thread is now a zombiethread. In other words: ALIVE.
This thread wont die before my characters either leaves or dies. They cant be trapped in a thread when I want to use them somewhere else.

You could have your characters in multiple threads at multiple times. There's really nothing wrong with that, so long as there's no possible way the two threads could ever interact.



Plus... Taka, who would Beowulf meet if he were to still come to the surface.

OOC: Or you could do this.

"Nobody heard [insert character's name]'s scream as [he/she] falls through one of the numerous plot holes."

Forgot who first said that, or i'll have credited it to him.