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Colosseum Combat Crash
WHO: EVERYONE! Don't forget to tag yourselves in!
WHAT: The opening of the Attleton branch of Cake Town kicks off with a bang - a battle tournament with an assortment of amazing prices for each of the competitors!
WHEN: September 14th
WHERE: Attleton - Coliseum
The residents of Attleton have been looking forward to this event for a long time. The stadium seats are packed with eager onlookers, the more fanatic of which have painted their faces and tote signs proclaiming their love and support for their favorite fighters. Vendors wander up and down the stairways and ramps waving hot salted pretzels, bags of roasted nuts, and sticks of cotton candy. Near each of the entrances a volunteer is positioned to hand out little cubes of Cake Town cake in tiny plastic cups with miniature forks and a napkin. There are vending machines that dispense cans of cold juice and soda, and food vendors have set up a number of stands just outside the stadium proper for people who want to buy pizza, hot dogs, or alcohol to bring with them.
In the arena itself, a large concrete slab has been set up to mark the boundaries of the the fighting stage. People who paid a premium price get to sit on the lowest row, safely guarded by technology imported from Nova City to absorb any projectile attacks from going awry. Ringing the stadium are large banners from all the businesses that helped sponsor the event.
Elevated on either side of the arena for all to see are flashing billboards which will soon feature the names of the current competitors, close-ups of the action, and slow motion replays of any particularly flashy or final moves used in the fights to come. For now, however, it's just showing a series of ads. Don't forget to eat at Moe's.
At ten o'clock sharp, a blare of horns signals the entrance of a marching band that enters in formation, led by baton twirlers and acrobats, as a woman with lime green hair stands in the middle with a microphone in her hand. "Ladies and gentlemen, I bid you all welcome...to the Colosseum Combat Crash!"
A loud riot of applause and cheers rings out, and the woman holds out her arms beckoning for more. When the enthusiasm starts to die down, she continues. "I'm Jallarzi Brooks, and I'll be your emcee for the day. We'd like to first offer special thanks to our referee, Shota Aizawa, for refereeing the fights to come and ensuring that no one goes too crazy. Let's give him a hand!"
There's polite applause, and one shrill voice somewhere toward the back that somehow manages to pierce through: "I WANT YOUR BABY ERASERHEAD!"
Jallarzi pretends she didn't hear that, even if there's a small ripple of laughter in the audience.
"Now for the ruuuules," Jallarzi drops her voice and her stance, pacing in a tight circle in the middle of the arena. "Combatants are allowed to use weapons and gear in their fights so long as they used such items previously in their worlds of origin. In other words, no outside or foreign objects. We've kept the match-ups secret until this very moment to eliminate the risk of cheating. So that's rule number one: No cheating!" She holds up a finger and squints as if she's on the hunt for those no good dirty cheaters in the audience. "That goes for all of you as well, don't throw weapons or items into the ring. They can only use what they bring with them!"
Jallarzi straightens and smiles. "Rule number two: Killing and maiming your opponents is forbidden and will result in immediate disqualification with ZERO prizes, and ALL the public shame. No one came here for that kind of entertainment." She wags her finger chidingly. "Finally, a match is won under these three conditions: First, if an opponent touches the ground outside of the stage. Second, if you knock your opponent unconscious. Third, if your opponent says 'I give up!'"
She throws out an arm once more. "Healers are on stand-by to ensure each combatant starts the round fresh. Let's get ready...to CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!"
The band strikes up again as the audience screams and stomps their feet in anticipation. On the board, bright lights flash before revealing Allen Walker's face and name, and then Goku's. The doors to the waiting room swing open, and the cheering swells as both combatants exit and move to the stage. Round one, first fight: begin!
[OOC: Contact your opponent's player and decide OOCly who will win the match. Once I have everyone's results, I'll post the round two match-ups!]
WHAT: The opening of the Attleton branch of Cake Town kicks off with a bang - a battle tournament with an assortment of amazing prices for each of the competitors!
WHEN: September 14th
WHERE: Attleton - Coliseum
The residents of Attleton have been looking forward to this event for a long time. The stadium seats are packed with eager onlookers, the more fanatic of which have painted their faces and tote signs proclaiming their love and support for their favorite fighters. Vendors wander up and down the stairways and ramps waving hot salted pretzels, bags of roasted nuts, and sticks of cotton candy. Near each of the entrances a volunteer is positioned to hand out little cubes of Cake Town cake in tiny plastic cups with miniature forks and a napkin. There are vending machines that dispense cans of cold juice and soda, and food vendors have set up a number of stands just outside the stadium proper for people who want to buy pizza, hot dogs, or alcohol to bring with them.
In the arena itself, a large concrete slab has been set up to mark the boundaries of the the fighting stage. People who paid a premium price get to sit on the lowest row, safely guarded by technology imported from Nova City to absorb any projectile attacks from going awry. Ringing the stadium are large banners from all the businesses that helped sponsor the event.
Elevated on either side of the arena for all to see are flashing billboards which will soon feature the names of the current competitors, close-ups of the action, and slow motion replays of any particularly flashy or final moves used in the fights to come. For now, however, it's just showing a series of ads. Don't forget to eat at Moe's.
At ten o'clock sharp, a blare of horns signals the entrance of a marching band that enters in formation, led by baton twirlers and acrobats, as a woman with lime green hair stands in the middle with a microphone in her hand. "Ladies and gentlemen, I bid you all welcome...to the Colosseum Combat Crash!"
A loud riot of applause and cheers rings out, and the woman holds out her arms beckoning for more. When the enthusiasm starts to die down, she continues. "I'm Jallarzi Brooks, and I'll be your emcee for the day. We'd like to first offer special thanks to our referee, Shota Aizawa, for refereeing the fights to come and ensuring that no one goes too crazy. Let's give him a hand!"
There's polite applause, and one shrill voice somewhere toward the back that somehow manages to pierce through: "I WANT YOUR BABY ERASERHEAD!"
Jallarzi pretends she didn't hear that, even if there's a small ripple of laughter in the audience.
"Now for the ruuuules," Jallarzi drops her voice and her stance, pacing in a tight circle in the middle of the arena. "Combatants are allowed to use weapons and gear in their fights so long as they used such items previously in their worlds of origin. In other words, no outside or foreign objects. We've kept the match-ups secret until this very moment to eliminate the risk of cheating. So that's rule number one: No cheating!" She holds up a finger and squints as if she's on the hunt for those no good dirty cheaters in the audience. "That goes for all of you as well, don't throw weapons or items into the ring. They can only use what they bring with them!"
Jallarzi straightens and smiles. "Rule number two: Killing and maiming your opponents is forbidden and will result in immediate disqualification with ZERO prizes, and ALL the public shame. No one came here for that kind of entertainment." She wags her finger chidingly. "Finally, a match is won under these three conditions: First, if an opponent touches the ground outside of the stage. Second, if you knock your opponent unconscious. Third, if your opponent says 'I give up!'"
She throws out an arm once more. "Healers are on stand-by to ensure each combatant starts the round fresh. Let's get ready...to CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!"
The band strikes up again as the audience screams and stomps their feet in anticipation. On the board, bright lights flash before revealing Allen Walker's face and name, and then Goku's. The doors to the waiting room swing open, and the cheering swells as both combatants exit and move to the stage. Round one, first fight: begin!
[OOC: Contact your opponent's player and decide OOCly who will win the match. Once I have everyone's results, I'll post the round two match-ups!]
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Though my training was always with different people or...in the last world mostly Kanda when Lenalee didn't know.
[She always kind of got mad at them if they were caught, but Allen knew he had to do better in order to help everyone if possible.]
But how else will one get stronger to be able to help people without learning or training in the first place? Even if my goal here is different to the last two worlds there are going to be things that aren't, like my need to save everyone I possibly can.
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That's a wonderful goal, Allen.
[She fidgets a little, acutely aware of the heat in her cheeks. She hopes it's not too obvious. (It is very obvious.)]
I want to protect people, too.
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[Mostly because it wasn't just friends. It was just... anyone and everyone. But he was always determined to try and do his best. Giving off a soft smile he looked back, his focus on her for the time being.]
It's a great goal to have. It shows what a kind and caring person you are.
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[She supposes there's the issue of practicality, too. Back in military school, she remembers one grumpy guy she was on semi-friendly and regularly arguing with terms lecturing her about being too soft-hearted and merciful.]
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[He at least understood that it was something he did.]
I... tend to think more about saving someone by myself... than asking for others that might be around to help.
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So then their problem isn't with you wanting to protect people. It's just how you go about it.
[She knows plenty of stubborn people who take risks, so she's quite amused by this.]
Maybe you should start training with a group so you get used to teamwork.
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[He could tell she was amused about it, so he couldn't help but put on a frown for a moment.]
I should and I am good with one to ones, but apart from missions and whatever happened in the last world in which teamwork was key and I was decent at... [He even was a leader for one of them.] I've not trained in teamwork, just gone into it head first. Still probably not my strongest point though.