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Post by AroTheHuntress on Sept 26, 2009 20:58:17 GMT -8
Ironclad giggles like a little girl. "Now that, son, is a real man! I can't wait to fight him!" "...Considering he just lifted your entire body, which can cause freakin' earthquakes, with one hand, no." "Haw haw haw! Strength ain't what determines a man, son! 'sall about courage!" "... Right. Go straight forward. Sure." Derek's still a man-in-training. When he knows he's outclassed, he backs down. What a pity.
-- At this point, Trevik has finished gauging all the people currently in the room. He mumbles a bit as he writes notes in his PET -- discretion being the better part of valor. { Challenger - A nasty threat. Seems to be one of the higher-class navis, and for what reason he entered such a dinky tournament I've no clue. Regardless, I'll try, past his mastery of all the elements. He's too cocky.
Ochre - Seems to be a normal tournament-grade navi. Has probably won at least one in his lifetime. Definitely not as bad as Challenger, but still something to watch out for -- being as careless as that metalhead dunce would be the end of me.
In the middle of these notes, something entered from draconiAro pops up. "... For some reason, you seem to like talking to your notebook more than talking to anything that can respond." Trevik smiles briefly, his face muscles rather sore from even this mild exercise, and continues writing notes.
RockGirl - Seems to be a fair-sported contestant. Wouldn't mind going all-out, but at the same time reservations should still apply. It'd probably be pretty sandbox-like compared to all the other contestants...
Luce-Faragons - My first round. I've got to take care lest I be deprived of any nourishment for the better part of my month. He seems to control light, and carries himself quite nicely, along with his operator, a well-mannered schoolkid. Probably gets straight A's. Likely a first-time competitor, but judging from the looks of it, he's prepared a lot.
Of course it looks like that, Trevik. He's got a five-inch-thick book of notes.
SepticMan - His operator doesn't seem to be in the vicinity. He doesn't seem to be either. Probably in the toilet.
Faraway, Longago - I don't even care about these guys. Their names seem like jokes to me.
HellNavi, HeelNavi - One's a common Undernet dweller, the other's likely some sort of pretty good battler. It can be surmised that the scum of the Undernet can't really make a living... I'm pretty sure that HellNavi might be a threat -- his operator's eyes are constantly closed, even when he's ordering cookies from the vending machine.
Violator - Really scary looking. The operator seems to sulk a bit. Really scary looking. Kind of anti-hero-ish. Don't want to fight this guy. I can feel the presence of hax emanating from him.
Ironclad - A metalhead dunce. Of course, his ideals are nothing to mess with -- if he makes it past Challenger, I'll have slightly less hell to go through than with that guy, but... }
Trevik casts his gaze downward. He doesn't seem to be happy with the contestants. This was not, at all, what he had gauged.
OOC: Don't post anymore unless you're entering.
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Post by RockGirl on Sept 27, 2009 6:13:51 GMT -8
Rockelle sweatdrops at Challenger's outburst against fighting her Navi, an awkward smile on her face as she mumbles something to herself.
"Well, well, well, there's a sexist in the arena."
MegaGirl, on the other hand, was about to fade into the CyberNet and not come back as she recognized the behavior as something else. The nerves were about to crash.
I knew it. It's gonna be THAT kind of competition.
She made an impulse on taking off, only to be grabbed by her sister and flung back onto the chair.
"WRONG. We're here to have fun NetBattling, NOT get assassinated, and that's what these guys are here for, as well. You're going to stay here and have fun, too. You're NOT going to get killed. Not on YOUR life, not on MY life, and most certainly, not on HIS life."
Rockelle points at Challenger, a smile on her face.
The shiny girl sighs, admitting defeat.
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Post by Genesis on Sept 27, 2009 10:09:24 GMT -8
*After a few moments, a small burst of sound was heard. A navi having made his appearance near the net counter. Covered in almost all middleweight aquamarine colored armor, seemingly colorless eyes, gray in color with hair the same color as his armor, the front lying down flatly while the back spiked about randomly. His armor was layered with spikes, these spikes being on the shoulder armor, the knees, the elbows, and the feet. His elbows have one short spike extending from them, his knees having the same. Along with the shoulder armor, except with even shorter spikes and much more numerous in number, being about ten small spikes on each shoulder. The feet armor have spikes coming from the back of the heel, two spikes coming from each, and all of them being gray in color like his eyes. The back of each of his armored hands had a gray gem embedded into them, coming up from his elbow though, his arm had no armor, and coming up from his knees, his legs had no armor. A mask covering his mouth, his eyes gazing sharply ahead. Around his right and left arms, along with his right and left legs, and around his neck were a set of chains wrapped around them. The chains holding gray gems within the holes between them, the chains also being gray in color.*
"..........."
*Not a single word was spoken as the navi walked over to the counter, placing the designated fee on it before he turned away. Walking over to the waiting area and taking a seat, gaze straight ahead of himself before waving his hand briefly as letters formed in the air near the counter, in the end forming out to spell something. His own name in fact.*
'Verbate'
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Post by AroTheHuntress on Sept 28, 2009 18:57:29 GMT -8
Right after Verbate's registration, a happy-go-lucky navi and his operator sign in. They cheerily announce themselves as "Timothy" and "Yknow". It's likely that the navi is just as wonky as his anagram.
Yknow VS RockGirl Ochre VS Lyer Drekar VS Luce-Faragons Challenger VS Ironclad AlkaliMan VS Verbate Faraway VS Longago HellNavi VS HeelNavi SepticMan VS Violator
Trevik is relatively sure he sees Verbate giving Yknow a strange look, as Yknow is rather wonky -- completely asymmetrical, as if some sort of Forte fanboy designed him.
However, he is sure Verbate is some sort of threat. It's the "silent but strong" cliche and everyone in the tournament is rather genre-savvy, so pretty much everyone just sort of turns and stares at him.
10 minutes until the Tournament
You may post now. Please attempt to mingle among the operators.1061
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 29, 2009 12:34:47 GMT -8
*As the girls have their exchange, Challenger laughs under his breath slightly; what was going on was obvious in spite of the fact that Challenger couldn't make out their speech. Positioning the frame of his faceguard over his eye, the boxer Navi slumps down a little farther, his smile widening slightly*
Challenger: It seems 'ya misread my intensions.
*Challenger's right glove appears from behind his head, the thumb extending to raise the overhang of his faceguard just enough to see the girls; Rockgirl and the hologram of Rockelle*
Challenger: I've fought in tournaments Gigamerica, Electopia, Creamland, Yumland, Netfrica, the Undernet, and Netopia: I've knocked out Navis twice my size with a single punch. If 'ya don't mind, I'd rather not fight a lady in round one if I can avoid it because I don't wanna' risk hurtin' 'ya. If 'ya make it past round one, it means 'ya can take a beatin; so I'll gladly fight 'ya then.
*Challenger lowers the overhang of his guard again, reclining with a laugh under his breath*
Challenger: Anyway; I don't really care what 'ya think of me; but if 'ya think ya' got what it takes, meet me in round 3 and do somethin' about it.
*Back in the real world, Raven watches his PET in silence. The cleashes and arguements were little more than background noise at this point, as they'd become very common-place since the day of the celtic Navi's creation.
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Post by RockGirl on Sept 29, 2009 14:05:30 GMT -8
Rockelle turns, smiling very sweetly at the Navi, understanding him.
"You are such a gentleman for considering my beloved Navi's well-being. I thank you with all my heart for that."
She turns to her sister.
"See, M.G.? I told you that not all Navis were overly competitive."
Rockelle pinches MG's cheek alittle, much to the latter's displeasure/delight.
"You silly."
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Post by paladin on Sept 29, 2009 15:40:02 GMT -8
[bgcolor=black]Violator doesn't say anything to Challenger but returns his nod, watching as another newcomer arrived. This was going to be most interesting for the knight to deal with. Wonky simply by his name earned a hidden scowl from Violator who was looking forward to wiping the floor with him... the name was just utterly absurd.
Michael seemed to find it alittle amusing and even in his dazed state managed to crack a smile before he stretched. "That was a pleasant nap," Michael thought to himself while relaxing into his chair. There were only ten minutes left until the action started and he was wondering where the bloody hell Septicman and his operator were... Michael atleasted wanted a fight for round one instead of a cheap win on account of disqualification.
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Post by AroTheHuntress on Sept 29, 2009 16:39:15 GMT -8
Amidst all the hustle and bustle, it seems SepticMan's operator had slipped in to talk to Trevik, armed with a bottle of cleaner and hand sanitizer.
"You seem to be the least dirty of the scum," he says with a jitter, "Name's Melanis."
Trevik just scowls at him a bit, though barely noticeable -- he is, after all, caked with dirt and rather tired. It's kind of obvious he's the dirtiest one sitting down. Guess he still qualifies as scummy to Melanis.
"I'm going to take them all down, and clean you up, you damned pathogen. You're just a microbe in front of the nozzle."
Trevik is honestly confused -- even as the speaker rings out.
"Welcome to Dead Method Tournament XVII! This has been a tradition since the early years of Electopia. With the recent advent of a... certain.. criminal, Electopia had crumbled. However, like a phoenix, we rise from the ashes! Now, to raise the curtain on round 1!
Yknow VS RockGirl AlkaliMan VS Verbate
Please make your way through the right and left doors respectively and have a good battle. The contestants today seem to be rather rearing up to the challenge, so I'd... really like to see a good match! ... Right."
Yknow and his operator giggle like little girls. Probably their first netbattle. Seems Wonky here has some pretty wonky muscles too -- they're huge.
AlkaliMan and his operator, Esidhe, quietly walk up to their door. Earlier AlkaliMan had been loosely flinging out words and Esidhe insulting all those around him under his breath while grinning in a bittersweet manner, but now they are one. Like absolutely nothing...
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Post by Genesis on Sept 29, 2009 17:19:38 GMT -8
*Verbate remained silent, eyes on Challenger. The ten minutes would pass soon enough, and then the fighting would begin. Eyes on the charter to see his first opponent, he'd simply have to wait until the announcement then, closing his eyes. Intermingling with the others was of little importance to him, and at the same time relatively impossible. Hearing the speakers sound off their matches, the silent knight stood from his seat, going through the designated door.*
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Post by Raven8 on Sept 30, 2009 12:34:03 GMT -8
*With the overhang of his faceguard still over his eyes, challenger's constant smile pulses, a single laugh resounding under his breath*
Challenger: Knock 'im dead, ladies.
*Challenger then shoots a bold glance to Verbate, looking him right in the eye with a nod before leaning back; no need to watch either fight, as the winners were already fairly obvious*
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Post by paladin on Oct 1, 2009 8:22:14 GMT -8
[bgcolor=black]Violator on the other hand was quite interested in watching the fights but wasn't sure which to observe. He had heard that Rockgirl had been involved during a fight against Forte; an extremely powerful navi from what he knew. He didn't know much about Verbate though the "strong silent type" cliche was a good system to use when determining an opponent's capabilities; Verbate atleast didn't seem like he would be messing around.
It was then that Violator saw his opponent, Septicman, a very well polished and sterile looking navi which for some odd reason reminded Violator of a toilet- could just be the name. Trevik's navi didn't seem to be doing anything remotely interesting, bringing into question whether or not that normal navi was anything to worry about afterall. Still, something about said navi just wasn't quite right...
Michael by this time had finally managed to stand to his feet, finally finished dozing off as he made his way over to Malanis apon hearing how he was going to "beat" them all. "Big talk coming from a guy who's navi looks like an over polished toilet..." Michael teased playfully though there was also subtle undertone of malice. "Just kidding, looking forward to seeing you guys in action," Michael added with a sarcastic undertone.
((I'm presuming that what these navis look like doesn't really matter... I just wanted to make the toilet joke lolz))
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Post by AroTheHuntress on Oct 1, 2009 16:27:47 GMT -8
OOC: Waiting on you, RG.
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Post by RockGirl on Oct 2, 2009 1:55:34 GMT -8
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"With pleasure!"
The girls replied as they ran off toward the arena.
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Post by AroTheHuntress on Oct 2, 2009 19:07:37 GMT -8
As the four contestants metaphorically "step up to the plate," the announcer.. announces the following:
"The rules for this match are simple. You may only fight using normal specifications. New BattleChips are incompatible with this facility's machines, and most navis at a current grade of V10 or up will cause the machines to malfunction. Please make the proper adjustments as necessary."
He then turns to the side.
"... Also, please make backups. And... let the tournament begin!"
All four operators plug in: Rockelle and MegaGirl happily anticipating their match, Timothy and Yknow giddy as a kindergartener newly graduated, Verbate simply teleported into the hub, and AlkaliMan and his operator perfectly aim the PET's beam into the battle dome.
"Good luck to you!"
"I won't need it, I'm gonna win!"
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"..." Verbate's voice does not seem to exist, as he stares his opponent down.
"... We are a pillar of purity."
No longer do the contestants seem to be "messing around." The battle is beginning--!
As soon as Yknow and AlkaliMan finish their words, they begin their assult -- Yknow raising his cloak and appearing behind Rockelle with a sword ready to arc and cleave; AlkaliMan changing the stage into a slippery land of some sort of soap while readying a steaming acid for firing.
"C'mon, counter this!"
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"Your solubility is too high!"
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Post by RockGirl on Oct 7, 2009 14:44:33 GMT -8
As Yknow approached MegaGirl from behind, she mumbled something unaudible to Navi ears. No longer for one nanosecond after she finished, she disappeared in front of Yknow's very eyes as a bright flash took hold of the arena, the intense light blinding the competitors momentarily as she appears, a new form taken, the form with which she distracted Forte long enough for NapalmMan to obliterate him, in the process sacrificing her one small life for many, her planet, her world. She was RapidGirl.
Taking advantage of her speed, she quickly begins slicing Yknow with Legend and Faith, never stopping, never resting, never giving Yknow a moment to counterattack, to strike, to even think as she called upon her clones to assist her in the onslaught.
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