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Post by AroTheHuntress on Sept 23, 2009 12:35:50 GMT -8
OK guys, you gotta set up your location. You're either in Netopia or Electopia. You've gotta be heading to Jomon Electronics.
She turns her head to the side eerily, like a machine rotating an appendage. "No matter how I wait, he does not find me." Her blackened, dull, sunken eyes sink even further. "Then, as I must do to cowards, I will chase him." The darkened red skies around her seem to whirl into an even deeper miasma...
Trevik walks down the streets of an Electopian town. He's heading towards Jomon Electronics, as there's a tournament there and he needs cash, badly. "... draconiAro, cover up your form." It nods affirmatively and runs a NormalNavi program, changing its appearance into a .. NormalNavi. Trevik then does the same, though he merely stuffs a hoodie over his shaggy head.
The store being nearby, he's there pretty soon.
The receptionist isn't busy at all -- the art of netbattling has been lost with the recent Electopian wipeout. As Trevik nearly never connects to the network, all his assets remain safe -- and he registers for the tournament. "Name?" "Kritev Pukar. NetNavi's called Drekar." "Your Battle ID is 6. Business isn't really booming..." Trevik faintly smiles, perhaps out of pity for the poverty of tournament officials, and pays: 4,200 Zenny in BattleChips. Basically a mere common BubbleWrap. "Enjoy the tournament," the receptionist says brightly and bows.
Inside, tapping his feet inside the lobby and gulping down a carbonated drink plagued with hordes of little caffeine molecules, is Battle ID 1, a blond boy who seems confident enough in his ability to win. His navi, clad in a majestically dull armor of stone and martial artist attire, smiles briefly and utters words of encouragement. It's not like some crazy apocalyptic guy will show up looking for a 30,000/10,000/5,000 Zenny profit, right?
OOC: Please register for the tournament. Current Lineup:
??? VS ??? ??? VS ??? Drekar VS ??? ??? VS Ironclad ??? VS ??? Faraway VS Longago HellNavi VS HeelNavi SepticMan VS ???
Tournament Fee is 4,200 Zenny you can pull from hammerspace.
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 26, 2009 11:31:34 GMT -8
(OOC: I'm making the assumption that this is strictly RP, and that versions will be somewhat equalized
*Shortly after Kritev takes a seat and awaits the call to begin, the door to the shop opens and a young man dressed in a black suit quietly enters. With words spoken just above a whisper, he steps up to the counter and slips a regestration fee to the receptionist, giving a nod near the end and sitting down. When seated, he hooks up his PET and logs his Navi into the server, putting his head in his hand and releasing a sigh. The ambiance of the young man released an obvious annoyance, as if he had been drug here by another; and that other was about to take center-stage by force within the network*
*A flash of fire, a rain of light, a torrent of sound. With little of the shy and quiet nature his opperator had displayed durring regestration, the Navi of the young man appears from above; his entrance revealed as a blazing comet that strikes the ground, revealing the form of the newcomer in a flash. Standing tall with a large smile is a Navi of above average height, his body cloathed in light, form-fitting athletic cloathing with a pair of black boxing gloves wrapped around his hands. His face had been framed with a boxer's face-guard, with his Navi crest revealed as the snap in the back that held it in place: a rising meteor, similar to the one he had just appeared in.
Giving a blatant grin and looking around, the boxer Navi slams his right fist into his left open glove, the sound waves from the strike ripping through the crowd with enough force to knock any nearby off-ballance. With head held high, he walks down the center of the area and walks up to the network desk, showing his data to the Navi behind the desk*
....Challenger, Navi of "Raven". I'm here to add this title to my collection.
*Challenger's confidence, bordering on arogance, left behind a cold chill in the air. His smile as he spoke remained constant at all times; bright and boyish with a genuinely good nature, yet obviously strong fighting spirit behind it. Giving a nod to the desk-Navi in a manner similar to Raven yet far more out-going, Challenger takes a ticket of sorts and has a seat in the waiting room; sprawling out in his chair with gloves behind his head and laying back with the same boyish grin painted across his face that he'd had since the moment he took form*
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Post by AroTheHuntress on Sept 26, 2009 12:33:39 GMT -8
The tournament starts in three hours.
It's kind of bland, because there are so far only 8 competitors-- wait, 8?
Derek bugs his eyes out, then looks around just in time to see such a hugely decorative navi materializing.
"G-guah!"
He finds the navi rather frightening, but the operator looks a lot more approachable.
"Uh, hey, what's your, uh, name?"
Among the other 7 contestants, there is clamor about this new flashy guy and his ... zealously proficient navi.
Probably not a problem. Trevik doesn't really care. He knows this guy is trouble, and he doesn't want to walk right in Trouble's face. "draconi-- er, Drekar, can you retrieve info on that guy?" "... Not at all." Trevik nods. He won't freakin' mess. Just then, the speaker chimes in: "Three more contestants entered, current tournament listings."
Challenger VS ??? ??? VS Lyer Drekar VS Luce-Faragons ??? VS Ironclad AlkaliMan VS ??? Faraway VS Longago HellNavi VS HeelNavi SepticMan VS ???
A bustle in tournament registration? That's suspicious. It's definitely suspicious.
And so, she chuckles. This would be a good way to attain his net protocol. Indeed, she would isolate him. She would find him, because he just won't bother finding her.
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 26, 2009 13:10:29 GMT -8
*Raven glances up from his hand, mustering a smile if only for the sake of being polite to the one addressing him*
...Raven, yours?
*Raven gave a slight stretch in his chair, sitting up straight once again to speak with more polite terms*
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Post by AroTheHuntress on Sept 26, 2009 15:39:23 GMT -8
Derek finds the smile kind of creepy. It resembles the toothy grin of an iguana.
"... Derek. I, uh, look forward to battling you." "Yeah, that big flamey navi's going down! I'mma pummel him straight into the ground, then bring home 30,000 Zenny to spend on some chocolate!"
Ironclad seems to be just as confident, or even moreso, as Challenger. Guess these guys aren't really knee-deep in recent politics.
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 26, 2009 16:25:19 GMT -8
*The rather awkward response from Derek causes Raven's eyebrow to rise. The Gigamerican commander gives a nod to the newly introduced rival for the fight and glances down to his PET just as Ironclad speaks*
*Challenger's eye opens, locking on to Ironclad instantly as his smile widens. Giving a glance to Raven's window, who now has his head in his hand again, Challenger keeps his lax position and laughs slightly*
Challenger: You're welcome to talk as much as ya' like lad, but you'd best pray you can keep up with those words when it comes right down to it.
*Raven gave a sigh as Challenger chose to use his words instead of his fists: a very rare sight indeed. Seeming to almost snugle down in his chair, Challenger takes the upper part of his faceguard and lowers it over his eyes slightly, shaking his head and giving a slight laugh as he settles down before the opening of the tournament*
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Post by RockGirl on Sept 26, 2009 17:46:25 GMT -8
Shortly after the man enters the Navi, a small girl skips in happily afterward and, after handing the zenny fee and Navi name to the receptionist, happily sits down with an extremely carbonated and caffeinated energy drink.
A holographic girl fades into the naked eye's focus next to her, obviously the girl's Navi of choice.
"It's been so long. I'm so nervous."
"We're here to have fun, not win. It's OUR vacation, and no one's going to spoil it."
The Navi turns to the Op.
"You have-"
The Op interrupts, holding the item.
"-the phone the jerkwads gave us? Yes."
She breaks the appliance in her hand, opening it to reveal the falling microscopic pieces.
"Whoops."
The girls giggle together.
"Indoctrinated, my foot!"
"You are SUCH a liar, sis!"
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Post by paladin on Sept 26, 2009 17:51:11 GMT -8
[bgcolor=black]((Been awhile since I did any actual roleplaying so I might be a bit off at first xD))
It was then that another figure entered the shop, a tall and rather slender looking dirty blonde young adult possibly in his early twenties but it was hard to tell with his young face and messy hair. He was also clad in a black suit like Raven only it had slight a victorian appearance to it. Pausing in the door way to adjust his square, wire framed glasses, he made his way over to the counter and handed over the fee before registering his navi which appeared in the shops networks in a much lessy flashy way...
The navi in question appeared out very onchalant, his data simply materializing into view to reveal a navi clad from head to toe in a full suit of black and silver armor. The armor had a series of spikes on it, jutting out as if warning what would happen if anyone were to get to close to it's owner. The black knight's facial features were obscured by his helmet making it impossible to figure out what he was feeling at that moment.
The navi's owner then made his way into the waiting room where the other competitors were waiting. A colorful cast of characters for this stage he silently mused before taking a seat close to the corner, staring up at the ceiling.
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 26, 2009 18:38:39 GMT -8
(OOC: Ya did great man =D)
*As the two new faces made the scene, Raven looks up to see, noticing the main in a victorian suit first, followed by the two girls. Blinking a few times, something strikes Raven; they were very familiar for some odd reason. Watching for several more seconds, Raven shakes his head and looks back down at his PET*
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Post by AroTheHuntress on Sept 26, 2009 18:56:07 GMT -8
Derek and Ironclad don't really notice the new competitors in their fiery rage at Challenger. Irish boxers sure are inflammatory.
Of course, Trevik notices, being incredibly observant of the whole room the entire time, and especially when the speaker chimes in: Two new registrants. Current lineup:
Challenger VS RockGirl ??? VS Lyer Drekar VS Luce-Faragons ??? VS Ironclad AlkaliMan VS ??? Faraway VS Longago HellNavi VS HeelNavi SepticMan VS Violator
... There are some threatening presences coming from the corners of the room... Trevik shuts his eyes and prays for his next meal.
Despite the nagging in the back of his head, that tells him he's forgetting something...
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 26, 2009 19:25:21 GMT -8
*Seeing the updated roster, Challenger blinks several times.... the girl? Of all of the opponents, he had to fight the girl?! Rising from his sprawled out position, the Magnum Champion walks up to the desk and slams his gloved fist onto the counter, bending down slightly to put his face near the registration Navi*
Challenger: What's th' idea 'o puttin' me with th' likes 'o her?
*Challenger draws back his hand, taking it off of the table as he leans to the side, raising the hand forward and motioning to the young girl he was set to fight*
Challenger: th' girl has spirit, but no skills! Just take a look at 'er! Can't 'ye set me up with th' tin man instead? If I'm gunna' be knockin' someone down, I'd rather it not be a girl in round one!!
*Challenger keeps his position as he looks to the receptionist, letting his raised arm simply fall to the side as he keeps an exasperated look on his face*
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Post by stefjenova on Sept 26, 2009 19:26:40 GMT -8
The shop's door jingled as another young man walked in. Messy brown hair crowned a confident, youngish looking face that broke into a smile as he observed the other operators scattered around the room. He unzipped his vest just a slight bit as he made himself a little more comfortable.
Stef: Hey Ochre, wake up. We're here.
Ochre.EXE: Since when did we decide that I was your Navi?
Stef: Was that after you almost threw yourself in front of a generational? Or after you got eaten by a big black blob that pretty much melted you away. Or maybe it was sometime around the time that sandbox's ONB turned into a firework display with you almost in it. Or maybe--
Ochre.EXE: I get it, I get it. >_<
Stef: That's right, now don't forget it. I'm not going to order you around, I'll leave that to the Hunters, but at least as payment for me fixing you up, I get to carry you around for a bit.
Stef rested his arms down on the counter and lay the PET between his hands as he glanced up at the shopkeep.
Stef: Stef Ashkari registering Ochre.EXE to the party.
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Post by AroTheHuntress on Sept 26, 2009 19:36:53 GMT -8
Ironclad smiles bitterly. "What, did you want me to beat you up that bad? You silly masochist."
His holographic image slaps Derek on the back. "You know what to do, boy! Blast 'im!"
Derek stutters before carefully picking his words. "I'm pretty sure a girl could beat you to death." Not well-chosen, Derek.
draconiAro watched the exchange between Challenger and the receptionist -- and now, it reports to Trevik.
"Master, it appears there is a schism." "Hmph. No single hot-blooded man could blast anything apart."
Actually, I'm really sure he'd be offended and blow up the entire net.
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"U-uh," the female NormalNavi spits out, "You'd like that changed...? You are... Challenger?! The... Oh, alright. I'll contact the office." She shakes in her boots as a rapid stream of data transmission appears from her visor and transmits to the "office".
At that moment, Stef and Ochre had walked in with registration, and the speakers chimed within a minute.
??? VS RockGirl Ochre VS Lyer Drekar VS Luce-Faragons Challenger VS Ironclad AlkaliMan VS ??? Faraway VS Longago HellNavi VS HeelNavi SepticMan VS Violator 1061
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Post by paladin on Sept 26, 2009 20:01:35 GMT -8
[bgcolor=black]((Well aside from possible grammar errors and me mispelling one of the words by my fast typing, I think I'm getting the swing of things again lol))
Michael continued staring up at the ceiling in a kind of half slumber he had developed during his employment with his father's company. Michael worked so many hours a night that he'd many times doze off for a few minutes then wake up again until the two finally fused together- basically he could sleep with his eyes open now.
Meanwhile, Violator was sizing up his possible opponents when the roster call came up with him going against Septicman. Septic had a few meanings but generally the basic idea involved bacteria; so Violator assumed said navi was most likely of the toxic or aqua element. Violator shook his head at Challenger's display of unbridled anger, seeing no reason why the navi would wish to change opponents just because of a small thing like gender. Though he could also not blame Challenger for wishing not to fight a lady, it was just not proper unless there was no other option.
"What do you think?" Michael mumbled, directing his question to the little vid screen of Vio emanating from his PET.
"Nothing out of the ordinary... Septicman should be no problem in the long run," Violator promptly replied in a mechanical and straight forward tone.
"And the others?" Michael asked sleepily.
"Again nothing unusual for the most part. Challenger may prove to be difficult and this, 'Drekar'," Violator replied once again, his voice trailing off for a moment as if he was double checking something.
"Yes?" Michael inquired curiously, now fully awake.
"Why would someone enter a basic normal net navi and still maintain a cocky attitude? It makes no sense..." Violator finished simply, curious aswell.
"Hmmm, just keep your eyes open then and wake me when things actually get started," Michael yawned before settling himself back into his chair.
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 26, 2009 20:01:57 GMT -8
*Seeing that Challenger had scared the girl, he reaches out and takes her hand; giving a squeeze as he flashes a smile*
Challenger: S'ok miss, wasn't directed at you. Thanks for your kindness and understanding.
*Challenger squeezes her hand gently one more time before turning to Ironclad, his gentle smile turning to a harsh and dark grin*
Challenger: Lad, I fear ye' no more than the small child ye truly are und'r that silly armor ye're wearin'. Regardless of anythin' today, ye're a coward, hidin' behind somethin' more than 'ye'r own skill and pow'r.....
*Challenger took a step forward, the resonant ambiance of omni-elemental power surging from every muscle in his body as he puts a single open hand on the armored Navi's chest, grabbing him by his armor and raising him a few inches to eye level*
Challenger: ....but that will n't help 'ye against th'likes of me. I'm made 'o tough'r stuff thn' you, and I s'pose I'll just have t'prove it by peelin' ye'r tin can away and showin' th'world th' spineless, pale body of th' one with words, yet nothin' to back them up.
*Challenger drops Ironclad on his feet as the elemental aura dies down. He gives a smile and a nod to the armored Navi before returning to his seat. Sprawling out once again, he leans back and lowers his headguard, covering his eyes as he rests before the fight.... powers of indeterminate elements still sparking from his fists randomly*
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