This post opens the third round of the Member's Choice Tournament!
We have five participants who fought tooth and nail to win the previous round and are still fighting to see which fighter is the best! We wish all of our contestants the best of luck! The winning contestant moves on to the next match, the losing member will be given a consolation prize. In the event that this match does last until the end date, the members will decide which members moves on. There is a 3 day [72 hours] time limit between posts.
A familiar voice would ring out once more as the victors of the 2nd Round prepared for the third. "Well done my warriors, very well done indeed! These battles were much more entertaining to watch, but I'm afraid there is still quite a way to go and we're going to need to up the ante to keep me from falling asleep...or killing you all! If one of you is to inherit my Boon, you'll have to really work it! Dazzle me! Give me a show! I shall do my part by setting the stage! Once again, I wish you good luck! Do not fail me!"
Only moments after the two combatants would enter the normal battle arena, the entirety of Olympus Coliseum would fade and be replaced by a Magnificent Throne Room! Waterfall walls roll into slender pools that outline the room. The silver center rectangular walkway the the contestants stand on shines with the reflection of the multitude of multi-colored flames floating above. At the end of the walkway stands a grand golden throne, and although it is empty one can still sense power radiating from its seat.
The voice of the knight sounded off once more:
"Prepare yourselves! COMMENCE!!!"
Last Edit: Sept 4, 2014 19:28:02 GMT -5 by Deleted
“Not too hard… You’ll kill him. He is human, after all.” The sounds of a man screaming in agony echoed all the way from the source to the outside of the facility.
Goosebumps arose on the man’s skin for some odd reason, tingling with a sensation that felt familiar, but the man had no clue to what it was. Blackout did not know what to think at the moment. It was as if his body knew more about him than himself. He sat there, on the bench, hands pressed against his face as if they were glued to his cheeks. Pondering, questioning, and processing all that had gone on. The man had single handedly took down an intellect who had a great knowledge of tactics; what was his next opponent? Weak in comparison? Or much more difficult. Alas, he knew the answer to that. Thanks to Fear, he knew what he was up against; the very thing that the man swore his loyalty to. Watching his battle between his opponent and the female soldier, Beatrix, the heartless informed him of his opponent’s status. The un-named figure was a heartless.
Just as the thought was stated, the crowd roared outside the room in excitement as the notification, that the contestants were about to be announced, was given. The audience… They were bloodthirsty. They wanted to see men and women destroy one another in hopes that the action they’d witness would be enough to satisfy their lack of it in their lives. One word for those kind of people; fools. Spilling blood was not a hobby; anything but that. Whatever was skilled, fought two battles compared to Shiro’s one. The heartless was familiar with how it worked, as Shiro was there to make a point. However, what point was there to give now that he had outlasted the keybladers?
”Just like you, they observe the matches as well… They root for their so called “friends” as they progress or just watch for the entertainment… Your name will be made, but now you must fight for us against us. Show your colors, Blackout…”
Fear was right. It was time to give the crowd a match that they’d never forget. A name that they’d never forget.
Standing up with the same equipment as last match equipped, the man scoffed off the dust that laid on his sewn up leather jacket. Dark blue orbs of his locked his sights with the eyes of the satyr as it walked into the room. Everything that the creature said seemed to be silent, as the man was too focused on the battle ahead. Aerynn… She was an admirable opponent, but the idea of the next battle kept the man on edge. Knocking his head to the side, he could feel the bones in his neck crack in a sensational way midst the stretch. Despite the fact that the little goat thing probably gave the analyst a pep talk of some sort, no attention was given; as there was one thing that he knew. It was time.
”LADIES AND GENTS, FROM THE BLUE CORNER COMES YOUR FAVORITE REPLACEMENT… BLACKOUT!”
The crowd all stood and applauded the savior of the fallen Aerynn as he walked out of the dark hall and towards the arena. Yellow veins started to pulsate and grow to his neck area, emerging from his skin in a thin metallic coating. As it started to cover his head, the metal seemed to leak darkness in the form of smoke; an expression of Fear’s excitement. It didn’t leave his helm, and it mustered down; not spreading anywhere, just merely cementifying what he stood for. As the heartless insignia took shape upon his forehead, the audience gasped in response. The arena went silent as the man stepped onto it. Just as expected, the whole entire arena shifted before him.
Shiro Utuago was not going to let time be wasted. Instantly the man darted off before the heartless was called out, towards the entrance where his opponent would appear. Separating himself from his leather jacket during the run, the man thought quick and fast. Resting the backpack straps on his shoulders, the man wearing a white undershirt tossed his removed clothing (knife within) into the slender pool, clear in view to whoever would walk through the red corner’s entrance. That would distract anyone’s eyesight for a moment at the realization that his opponent was hidden. A moment was all the soldier needed. Stepping into the water on the opposite side of his jacket, the man quickly approached the entrance where the corner of one’s eye was the best chance to spot the strategist. Shiro tried his best not to splash anywhere, as a speck of water could distract the eyesight to the man’s location. What the tactician was doing wasn’t the brightest idea ever, but the man needed to gain an early edge due to his recollection of the heartless’s ability. The creature could create weapons from whatever material that resided in the air, as the heartless would have a sniper rifle for a moment; a blade the next. His opponent was a living arsenal. The chances of Shiro coming out on top that time seemed less likely than the last, but it was debatable. Aerynn had surprised and impressed the intellect.
As the fans screamed in excitement as his opponent was called out to the arena, the man crouched, ready to pounce. Reaching behind his back quietly, the man withdrew Gravios, his long sword; prepared for a sword battle right at the beginning of the match. His pistols were no sniper rifle; close range was what probably suited the situation the most appropriately. It was just a few seconds; not even, before the battle would commence. With that in mind, the soldier’s eyes narrowed at the entrance; body completely still. As if he were in water, the man would hold his breath, creating the illusion that his opponent’s last movement that his opponent would want to make is looking in that direction. It was time for the two gun wielders to clash blades. ---
Word Count of Post
Whatever; good luck, Yaz.
Action 1: Summoned physical form of Fear
Action 2: DISTRACTION! Threw jacket to side of pool, wanting it to catch Whatever’s eyesight for a moment before he’d pounce from the opposite side. Also, submerged much as possible in the opposite pool; held his breath and kept body completely still, wanting Whatever’s eyes to for sure go for the bait.
Action 3: Stance change into way of the swordsman. WOOT
Stance Change-: Blackout changes stances to be able to use different weapons for different strategies. [Cool down: None, the ability to change stances is passive, but requires an action to perform.]
Way of the Swordsman Lvl1-: This stance requires the ability Stance Change. Blackout puts everything away to wield his long sword, Gravios. He can either wield it one handed or two handed, however two handed is much more efficient until further practice. (AKA More levels) Due to his past, Shiro is a very skilled swordsman, allowing the man to strike, counter, parry, and block; in multiple ways. All of his strikes have an 85% chance of hitting, if not against a parry or a block; 50% if against a counter. [Added 7/16/2014]
Fear- A heartless that stems from its source, a tattoo of a heartless insignia. It connects with its host (reading thoughts, communicating mentally with the host), being able to whisper to nearby heartless and is able to connect to other heartless of its type. There is no physical appearance until it becomes one with the user temporary, creating a physical helmet that protects the head. It also combines the voices of the user and the heartless itself; for Shiro’s case it is this. The summon only officially takes place when it becomes physical, as the tattoo can never die unless it is killed by another heartless. The HP only applies to Fear when he is physically summoned; and when his HP is zero, the physical form does not return for the entire thread and the only move usable would be the Whisper. Fear holds a higher position among heartless, therefore has a say to heartless that follow the command of Ansem. [HP: 10 Cooldown: 4 turns.]
INCASE YOU ARE WONDERING ABOUT EDIT, I JUST CHANGED A PART TO ITALICS AND ADDED THIS. PLEASE DON'T KILL ME.
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WHY.. AM I HERE? WHAT... PURPOSE? JUST... WHATEVER...
It hadn't appeared like most of his 'tricks' worked on the woman before. Not that they were obvious ones, he did hope she would attack him when he seemed vulnerable, but perhaps the use of the rifle hadn't been the best idea since the woman hadn't known of such weapon. It likely had brought a lot of fear with it.
Bah, oh well, who cares really, the Heartless was sitting on a bench as he waited for his next match. He had won... surprisingly perhaps. It wasn't like it mattered too much, although he was curious if he could win a tournament for once. I even got third place last time, he recalled Naminé and shrugged, it seemed all fair enough to him.
Slowly he worked to his feet when he heard the next match was about to start. Walking towards the arena, he soon heard the announcement. "LADIES AND GENTS, FROM THE OTHER CORNER COMES THE NAMELESS GLADIATOR!" The Heartless walked out as he looked over the arena, but it shifted soon as he sighed.
Looking at it, it was... huh? His gaze from the throne room went to something that flapped by his vision as he looked at it, a jacket? Then beyond his vision, a figure had made a jump before he felt a stab into his back. A blade being thrusted right into him, "wha.." Darkness started to swirl around his arms when the blade disappeared from his back.
That instance he used to make a quick sideways turn to look at the opponent who had moved his weapon to perform a slash. He had raised his own arm as he tried to cast, then his entire body vanished from the spot seemingly to disappear into the Darkness as the swirls from his arms had enveloped his body and made it disappear. He had used Teleport.
Then behind Shiro he reappeared and the lifted arm still kept swirls around it as they started to manifest into a weapon, the Darkness extending in a chain-shaped form as he grabbed hold of the other end and tossed his Spiked Chain over Blackout, holding onto both ends as he tried to pull the chain towards himself, bringing up a foot to kick Blackout in the back and hopefully catch the man's throat with the chain, pressing the opponent's body between the chain and the Heartless' foot firmly placed upon his back.
Actions  Used Teleport to get behind Blackout.  Created the Spiked Chain and tried to sweep it over Blackout before pulling both ends back to try and catch Blackout's throat.  Kicked one foot forward to try and catch Blackout's body between Chain and foot. If the chain feels, it'd be more an attempt to kick Blackout forward by accident.
The Cries of a Spell d7 ~ 6: Teleport: Two post cooldown.
The Cries of an Item d7 ~ 3: Spiked Chain: Four posts active.
Words: 411 Tags: Blackout Notes: Blackout told me that his character would pounce Whatever when he'd be distracted and I could add it to my post. Thus why the stab happened, Blackout will be adding it to his post. But yeah, just so you know that was done with permission and what not. @blackout: Good luck!!
Thank you, Kingdom Hearts... the man beneath the helm thought as his moment of opportunity was received. As his opponent entered the arena, the intellect quickly analyzed the temporary enemy. Shabby appearance, hooded, dirty; what situations had the heartless endure? Did the creature simply not care for its appearance or just like Shiro felt he had, gone through some shit? Dismissing the thought within less than a second, the man took his strike. Leaping off his feet in a spring, with no words nor battle cry, the man grasped his sword with two hands and forcefully thrusted the blade of his sword into his opponent’s back on his descend, hoping to ramp up the force with the small pounce. Planting his combat boots firmly on the ground, the man pulled to remove the blade from Whatever’s body. Instantly when removed, his opponent was gone. Dispersing in darkness, Whatever vanished before the man’s eyes. Had the soldier defeated the heartless already?
No. There was no way that he could have defeated the strong heartless like that. Quickly recalling his “fight” with Creed, he remembered her tactic of teleporting behind him. Just as he had thought, Whatever turned out to be just as predictable. That realization came to him once the man instantly whipped his body around 180 degrees to face his foe. The heartless was going to reciprocate with blood, the analyst concluded as the heartless forged a spiked chain out of darkness. Tossing it behind him and pulled forward, the soldier felt the tug of the spiked chain against the back of his neck, piercing his flesh. Grunting during the initial shock, the man was jerked forward, dropping his sword, in response. The heartless was about to kick the soldier down, but that wasn’t going to happen that day; at least Blackout would do something about it. The man was a soldier who had endured through many trials and after multiple experiences, Shiro had recognized his own strength. As he was pulled forward, the man’s reflexes kicked in and raised & extended to the opposite side, open palm facing the ground. Swinging down with his soldier might, the man hoped to interrupt the kick by slamming his hand against the leg, pushing it down and a little to an unnatural direction; which he hoped to be discomforting for Whatever. Then taking his other arm, the man would grab Whatever’s shoulder, and contracted his knee, forcing it into his opponent’s gut fast and hard. Midst that, the soldier would raise his other arm behind his head and remove the spiked chain from his neck. With such force, it would cause anyone to stumble backwards; therefore he’d let go of the heartless’s shoulder to let it do such, pushing him so that he’d stumble forward as the soldier would stumble past the heartless due to his own pain, leaving the heartless between the soldier and his fallen sword.
Using his chance to grasp onto what happened, the man cringed at the pain of the open wound on the back of his neck. It was an extremely uncomfortable injury. Great; more stitches. Shaking his head from side to side, Blackout regained focus within seconds, turning around to face Whatever. The blood dripping down his back he’d have to ignore. It was time to fight; not time to worry.
Word Count of Post
Action 1: Thrust- the man thrusted his sword into Whatever’s back.
Action 2: Nope- Shiro pushed down on Whatever’s leg as Whatever was about to kick, to the side, blocking/countering it, hoping to make his opponent pull a muscle in response.
Action 3: Knee to the chest- The man kneed Whatever in the chest with brute force. This was all talked out with Yazoo; so all good.
WHY.. AM I HERE? WHAT... PURPOSE? JUST... WHATEVER...
Unlike the Heartless, the man turned completely around almost instantly. Rather than managing to get the chain onto the man's throat, it went for the neck. Even his attempt to kick... now in the stomach... was responded to when the man slammed his hand down. "I assume you gone through this before," the Heartless said somewhat dull. Not really certain what to make of the scenario.
His leg was pushed, or rather hit, away and it did give a bit of a difficult balance since he was already at a leaning point that he stumbled a bit. Since his torso came to a straight position again, the man seemed to grab his shoulder. The chain then faded away as Inhale was activated and his arms moved to protect himself from the incoming knee. A circle of Darkness started to gain form around the Heartless that came from the chain.
The Heartless stumbled back, but still on both legs. Darkness came from the wound on his back from the thrust that happened into it before. The other man with his weird mask had moved past him in a stumble and the Heartless raised an eyebrow before turning to face him fully. Should I speak to him on the sneak attack, he wondered as Darkness appeared in his hands again, this time a Broadsword manifested itself.
He took a step forth, moving the sword a bit sideways before leaping forward and attempting a short horizontal swing at the man's chest, hoping to get one of his arms in the swing as well.
Actions  Used Inhale to absorb the Spiked Chain.  Protected his gut from the knee.  Created a Broadsword and did a horizontal swing at Blackout's chest.
The Cries of a Spell Teleport: One post cooldown.
The Cries of an Item Spiked Chain: Two posts cooldown. d6 ~ 4: Broadsword: Four posts active.
The Screams of a Shadow Inhale: Five posts active; Currently 1 Cry absorbed.
Words: 264 Tags: Blackout Notes: And we're moving~
Assumption; mankind’s downfall. Shiro Utuago was an analyst, not someone who cared for the act of assumption. Though, the heartless had brought up the idea that the man had gone through similar situations before. Similar that he recalled; yes, but not really. There was no way of receiving access to his past, therefore assuming was all that the man could do. What else could explain his fast reactions to Whatever’s strikes? There was no remembrance of developing or training them whatsoever. Correct him or admit to him, the soldier could not. Unarmed in front of the heartless, observing how the man shaped the sword as he multi-tasked with other business (that would be explained later), the voice under the helmet spoke,”If only I knew.” With that, the blades came.
Blades? Well, speaking of the multi-tasking, as the man observed and spoke, Blackout extended his arm and opened his hand to reveal his palm. Instantly, the orbital connection between Gravios and the gravity manipulator sped up; the blade pounced off the ground and the handle went soaring to Shiro’s hand. The tactician had placed himself and his arm in a location where the blade would hopefully zoom by and cut Whatever’s side in the process, the collision range being one inch of flesh that the man intended on slicing through; killing two birds with one stone. Regardless if it worked out or not, the handle returned to his hand, allowing the man to take a firm grip of it. As the heartless’s broad sword approached him, the soldier combated the swing with his own vertical one, clashing swords with his opponent. The man hoped to overpower his opponent, who was of a slender nature, and unbalance the heartless; creating an opening. If opening was there, Blackout swung his own sword to reciprocate in the sword play, except it was at a lower angle; target was Whatever’s legs, hoping to immobilize the hooded figure.
The fight between the two would have to end quicker than his last match, as it seemed it would be one bloody one. Know how blood worked for a heartless, he did not, but he knew they weren’t invincible. One of them would drop after enough red fluid was spilled.
Word Count of Post
Action 1: Orbit Rush- hoping to slice Whatever’s side, one inch in midst the process!
Action 2: Block/Clash- blocked Whatever’s horizontal slash with his own tilted vertical one; God knows I can’t explain what it looks like, but it looked cool.
Action 3: Leg Shot- Took a swipe with his sword at Whatever’s legs.
Orbit-: A passive ability of Blackout, his weapons are magically enhanced to gravitate towards him as planets do to a sun. It isn’t a strong gravitational pull at all and really only is used retrieve his weaponry. It’s a slow process, but a huge area of effect, allowing his gun to slowly make its way to him from a mile away.
Orbit Rush Lvl1-: An ability of Shiro’s that speeds up the process of his passive, Orbit, by letting him focus on the weaponry wanted (only one item he can focus on; using Orbit Rush to pick up his dual pistols would count as two actions). His weaponry returns to him at a faster pace.[Duration: 1 post; Cool down: 1 post]
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